#and we are not even gonna TALK about the fact that it is captioned

[yourlocalsmutwriter]

Mr. Beerastri and the bad shoot day - Creative director! Oscar Piastri x reader

cw: semi- public, road head, object insertion, more specifically creative use of a beer bottle, jealous! Oscar

The words "Satchi and Satchi can suck it" would come back to bite Oscar Jack Piastri in the ass sooner than he imagined. The Heineken 0 percent beer commercial with Max Verstappen was coveted. It was a sure win for an agency. And he got it. Oscar knew that Formula 1 fans were big consumers. He'd seen the Tiktoks, run the numbers. Hell, he even had a throwaway just to look at the competition and support McLaren on the grid. Hopefully, Lando Norris appreciated the extra like from user123456789. But Oscar also knew you had to impress the fandom. Give them something new. Different. Clever. Something they'd relate to.

Another thing Oscar knew was how excited you were about the thing. Honestly, he'd never hear you scream so loud, well bar that one time you were doing copy for Leelo, and they had graciously sent over a box of toys for the office. No one noticed how the vibrator you were most impressed by swiftly disappeared by the end of the work day. No one questioned Oscar, saying he'd drop you off at the bus stop with his car, after all he gave almost everyone the occasional lift here. None of Oscar's neighbors filed noise complaints miraculously. Even when he made you cum as many times as you had caption variants for him to check. When you looked at the billboards you still remembered the buzz of the toy against your clit as your creative director was eating you out, telling you how you've got one more in you, how Mr. Piastri hasn't even fucked you properly yet, won't you be a nice intern and let your boss slide his dick inside your perfect pussy. Safe to say that story did not make it to the debrief or the little Instagram post announcing the campaign. Oscar liked to joke that the things you said should be left as reviews, and you nearly chucked the thing at his head, still buzzing.

This was nothing like that time. Mr. Piastri could sense it in the air. Sure, he had taken the celebration blowjob. You were all over him, naturally. He swears you would ride him on the desk if you could, making him move the Flexispot to just where your hips meet. But you behave until you're out of sight, until you've already left his car, went home and texted him. And suddenly, Oscar's conveniently parked up behind your place. Road head doesn't really lose his novelty when if you do it every other week. There's something about the thrill. The fact that Oscar's windows are just tinted enough to not get him into legal trouble. That it's hot enough for him to open the windows, that you have to still every time his overpriced radio jams when there's no signal. Oscar hasn't even peeled out of his parking spot when you undo his zipper. He's aware that he looks like a lunatic, talking to you about the pitch, as you're tracing the veins on his cock with your tongue.

"And they liked your idea too, Max laughed at the mock TikTok we had to film." He says, as you take him deeper.

"We're still gonna have to iron out some little bits and bobs about the script." Your hand is wrapped against the rest of his length, gripping him just right.

"I'm having the senior editor look at it first, but you can definitely help them out." Up you go, tongue teasing his tip, fist following the movements of your mouth. God, you even researched how to give blowjobs. He remembers the first time you tried it, you were nervous and inexperienced, probably just a few annoying college dudes under your belt. Well, you were under their belt, more accurately. And look at you now, sucking him off and enjoying yourself.

He thanks the worst rush hour traffic of his life for allowing you to just be there. Lapping at him. He saves the good news for last. Rambles on about the meeting as a whole, what it means. Yadda yadda, timeline stuff. Potential awards. Then he "lets it slip" that he's taking you to set on shoot day. Educational purposes and all. Oscar doesn't remember teaching you how to deep throat him, how to take all of his cock and be a choking, drooling mess on it. He wonders if you practiced on the dildo you have and hide from him. He can picture you, late at night, while he can't be with you, in front of a mirror. Did you learn from an article or a video just for him. The way you look at him is what drives him over the edge. That one is all you, not "borrowed knowledge." It's the same look you give him while he's explaining something in front of everyone. Sheer admiration. And this time it gets you a mouthful of jizz. Oscar gives you a breather. He's kind, as if he wasn't just fucking the last bits of his cum down your throat. Telling you how good you were. Stroking your hair, your jaw. Promising you your favorite takeout as a "pallette cleanser." It all fits, with the domestic bliss you get sucked in when you enter his apartment. There's your stuff here, a toothbrush, some clothes, a replica of an expensive perfume that he secretly swapped with the real thing. Here, you can curl up around him, hold hands, kiss, whisper all the filthy thoughts that you had about each other during the day. He wishes it was like this forever.

The cruel reality of a workday reminds him it can't be. They tick on and on. Mundane, the same. It's so busy in the summer, all the clients waking up from hibernation, it seems. Your deadline is looming closer, and none of you say anything about it. He knows he's got the junior salary in the budget for you, he drafted a contract right after your first major project. He can't rush yet.

The couple of weeks "apart" are annoying. Oscar makes everyone, but you late for work one day because you sent him an audio of you getting off in the middle of the night. He has to listen to it over and over again in the morning as he lazily tugs on his cock. The calls from work slow him down, but don't stop him. Hair still damp from the shower, and late to every pick-up point, he bribes them with a shorter workday. Thank fuck his McLaren is flashy enough for people to know that he is someone and to let him through. To be fair, he was famous in the advertising industry. Any resemblance to other celebrities was purely fictional.

Even when he did karting non-stop as a kid, Oscar didn't really wanna be an F1 driver. It was impractical. Far away from his calm nature. But now, on set, he craved nothing more. Just so he could put Max Verstappen in the wall with his car. The Dutchman was polite. Brief. Professional. He valued his time. But as soon as you stepped in, he was James Hunt. Sebastian Vettel with journalists. Fernando Alonso, in that one picture with the blonde girl. You know the one. Oscar knows what Max is thinking. That you're a nice little intern, easily impressed. It was your eyes, how you watched starstruck next to Oscar. While the creative director was rapidly making notes in his head, he could hear you say a very quiet wow. They do so many takes of the same swig of beer, refilling the bottle with water between takes that it's undrinkable, the driver complains. He asks you to get a new one, and instead of holding your ground and telling him that's not your job, you do. Max watches your legs as you practically run. Touches your fingers just too long when he takes it. Adds a "schatje" at the end of his thank you. Oscar imagines his production chair as a cuckchair. He wants to wrap up. No, he needs to take you over his lap and spank you until you're red and begging for his cock. He just settles on being what the 3rd party agreement from your uni describes him as a company coach. So he pushes down the jealousy and instead goes in Oscarexplain mode. Telling you about the importance of visualization and reverse engineering and all that. Reminding you to note even the smallest things from this for the future. Keeping your eyes on him and not the 4 time world champion.

You would think the last take would be the end of this. But Max takes down your Instagram, for bts on the agency or some bullshit. Oscar can't watch this. He goes to the fridge and pulls out a beer. 0 percent, a nul punt nulletje as the Dutchman called it. Whatever the fuck that is. He pats his pockets for his keys and remembers how you got him a bottle opener keychain. You loved gifting the little trinkets to him so much that there was no space anymore. That's why the anvill bottle opener was on his car keys. Oscar still drove you here, to the lot super far from anything else. Including public transport that didn't even run. You're still fawning over Max when he has to step in. Your boss reminds you about the commute back, how he still has to drop you off, how it's a shame you live so far from him too. You smile one last time at Max, and you're following Oscar back to the car.

Oscar drums against the ice cold bottle. He knows that it's safe to drive if he drinks it. That's the whole point of the campaign. But his brain isn't letting him. So he just sets it aside as you get in and offers it to you. You take it with no qualms, wrapping your lips around it. His mind thinks of you doing the same to Verstappen's dick and the car swerves. Not very "passed my license from the first try" of him. Oscar looks at you first, but you're okay, just a bit of the beer spilled on your chest. He does the math in his head, how you're still so far off from anything but industrial zones and film crews.

"Let's get you cleaned up, shall we?" He asks as he parks, and you expect him to pull out a tissue box from somewhere. But he just unbuckles his seat belt and moves towards you, lips attaching themselves to your chest, catching the sticky drops. First alcohol free beer that he tasted and liked, he thinks. The straps of your dress are down, and you're dangerously close being completely topless, exposed.

"Finish your beer and get in the backseat." He commands, like he tells you that you have a typo in your copy. Oscar gets a glimpse of college you, the you he could've met if he didn't start school early and complete the ridiculous fast track programs for reduced room and board. If he didn't chase every scholarship, he would have seen you at a party. Head back, eyes closed, throat moving as you chug. You place the bottle at your feet and get out, pretending not to look at Oscar as he grabs it, as he opens the little thing in the car and gets out a pack of condoms.

Oscar gets in and neatly sets them next to you. He trails a hand up your thigh and says, "Spread," and you do. He's between your legs, nose against your clit, and just about who you think he's gonna taste you, he just moves your underwear to the side and he spits.

"Not a good lubricant, and you know it." You quip from above. That earns your pussy a smack and a thought that they don't pay you enough for what the bill will be when you soak the McLaren seats. Oscar watches you, as he opens a condom and rolls it on the beer bottle, the whole thing looking obscene and laughable. Safe driving indeed, he thinks and in his mind there's a whole campaign forming already, Magnum and Heineken colabs flying off the shelf.

"Do you know why I'm doing this." He asks as he slowly presses the neck of the bottle against your opening. He has to wonder if there's enough lube on the condom for this to not hurt, to feel good instead. Usually he'd make you cum first, have you wet and needy for him, before any penetration. It felt good for you, it felt good for him, and not to brag, bit it also didn't take long. And now, this.

"I don't, please tell me, Mr. Piastri." You say as he notches the bottle inside you. It's a slight sting, unfamiliar, but you take it.

"What were you doing with Verstappen earlier." He asks as he searches for a rhythm. It's harder when he can't feel you, doesn't know whether you're squeezing or not.

"Talking." You say, breath labored. Oscar's doing something different at every thrust. Making you wetter, now it's easier to take the whole thing. He takes it out, tracing the rim of it against your clit, up and down. Your leg shakes, the barest twitch, but it's enough to tell him everything.

"No, you were flirting. When you know that I couldn't do anything about it. When you know you're only mine." He says, sliding the bottle back inside of you, this time with more ease. Of course he even figured that out, how to fuck you with an inanimate object. And fuck you well, judging by the sounds you were making.

"That's not true, I never wanted him. I need you, I belong to you." You groan out.

"It's not enough to tell me, sweetheart. You gotta show me. Gotta take anything I give you, okay." He clarifies. You nod and it's enough for him. Last time he made you "use your words" you reminded him that more than 90 percent of communication is nonverbal. He stopped fucking you every time you moaned that night, edging you until you had a completely silent orgasm. Oscar might not have looked it, but he did like punishments. That's why he pushes the bottle from the bottom, palm against it as he rubs your clit. It's too much, makes you too sensitive, but he doesn't stop, doesn't slow down. Your cunt sings to him, the plap plap plap of your wetness against the glass. Soon enough you're cumming, and Oscar doesn't let up just yet. He fucks you through it.

Oscar keeps the bottle. It's not exactly a souvenir, he's way too experienced to be sentimental. But as something, a reminder for you. Because every time you look at his desk, it's there. Showing you just who you belong to.

[wisteriagoesvroom]

GOOD GRIEF 😭 OSCAR FOR MCLAREN X REISS.... CAN YOU GET YOUR FOOT OFF MY NECK

source: mclaren ig stories

[neferaskingdom]

♡ It's Not You, It's Your Pants | CL16

NEFERASKINGDOM

Summary: Girl roasts Charles Leclerc’s tragic pants online, then accidentally crashes into him in Monaco. Cue spilled coffee, fashion rants, and an existential crisis about how her life turned into a Wattpad fanfic in under five minutes.

A/N: Just a random crack idea I had after seeing Charles' pants on Pinterest.

CHARLES LECLERC MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

The pants in question:

Monaco was as glamorous as your Instagram feed had led you to believe—blue skies, sparkling yachts, and streets that looked like they’d been personally polished by billionaires. You’d come here for a break from your intense fashion studies, soaking up the vibes (and let’s be honest, hoping for a celebrity sighting). And maybe—just maybe—you’d catch a glimpse of a certain F1 driver whose face had become a staple on your social media, along with some questionable fashion choices.

It was your first time here, a small vacation before diving back into the hectic world of fashion school. Your excuse? Inspiration. But honestly, you just wanted to escape to the Côte d'Azur and sip some coffee.

But you weren’t just an F1 fan. You had your own little corner of fame on Instagram. As a fashion student with a decent following, your niche was breaking down and rating celebrity outfits. Recently, you’d gained serious attention for a video where you roasted none other than Charles Leclerc—the beloved racing prince of Monaco—for wearing, and you quote yourself, “blue baggy pants that looked like they were in a fistfight with a bunch of scissors.”

It wasn’t personal; it was business. And the fact that the pants had star-shaped rips in them? Your comment was basically a public service announcement.

“Look at these pants,” you’d said, holding up a screenshot of Charles sporting his, ahem, questionable fashion statement. “I mean, what are we even doing here? Are these pants or a craft project gone wrong? Who looks at a pair of baggy jeans and thinks, ‘You know what’s missing? Giant star-shaped cutouts for maximum confusion!’”

As you strolled through Monte Carlo, cappuccino in hand, you scrolled through the comments on your viral video.

“Not gonna lie, I kinda miss when Charles used to wear those skinny jeans that made him look like a confused hipster.”

“ARE WE JUST NOT GONNA TALK ABOUT THE STAR CUTOUTS?!?!”

“I think Charles Leclerc has been taking fashion advice from his 8-year-old self. Stars? Really? Babe, it’s not the 2000s anymore.”

“Not the hero we deserve, but the one we need—thank you for saying what we were all thinking about those pants.”

“Leclerc’s stylist should be fired, immediately.”

You chuckled at one of the memes someone had made—a zoomed-in shot of Charles in his infamous star-cutout pants, captioned: “I’m a star, literally.” Honestly, the internet was undefeated.

Mid-laugh, you rounded a corner, not looking where you were going, and—WHAM—collided with someone solid, causing you to spill your coffee, drop your phone, and let out a noise that was somewhere between a gasp and a scream.

“Oh my God! I am so, so sorry!” you babbled, fumbling to grab your phone off the ground.

“No problem, really—”

You froze. That voice.

You didn’t need to look up to recognize that slightly accented, velvety smooth tone. The universe had decided today was the day it turned your life into a Wattpad fanfiction.

Charles Leclerc was standing right in front of you.

And not just standing. He was smiling—that damn heart-stopping smile—and then something in his expression shifted. His eyes narrowed slightly as if he was trying to place where he knew you from. You, meanwhile, were contemplating whether it was possible to will yourself into nonexistence through sheer force of embarrassment.

“You’re…” Charles blinked and then a glint of recognition flashed in his eyes. “Wait, you’re the girl from that Instagram video. The one about my pants.”

If your life was a movie, this would be the part where someone hit pause so you could have a full existential crisis. Unfortunately, reality didn’t work like that, and all you could do was stare at him, jaw slack, as your brain tried to reboot.

“I, uh… well…” you stammered, unsure of how to explain to the very person whose fashion choices you’d roasted in front of millions of people that it wasn’t personal.

Charles tilted his head, his smile widening. “You really didn’t like my pants, huh?”

Oh God. This was happening. This was actually happening.

“I mean, it’s not that I didn’t like them…” you began weakly, still trying to wrap your head around the fact that you were currently being confronted by Charles freaking Leclerc. “It’s just… they were, you know, kind of…” You gestured vaguely toward his legs as if that would somehow help explain your deep-seated hatred for the star-ripped monstrosities.

“Kind of what?” he asked, clearly enjoying watching you squirm.

You took a deep breath, deciding to just go for it. “Okay, look. They were confusing. Like, were they pants? Or was it some weird attempt at turning your legs into a constellation? I couldn’t tell. They had star-shaped rips, Charles. also, why were there so many weird cutouts? Are they… windows? Are your pants ventilated?”

Charles let out a snort, clearly struggling to keep it together. “Ventilated?”

You nodded, gaining momentum now. “Exactly! They look like they’re half-torn on purpose, but not in a cool, grungy way. It’s like someone started cutting them up and then gave up halfway through. And the bagginess? Charles, I don’t even know where to begin. It’s like you bought them two sizes too big, but then tried to fix it by adding rips. And it just… doesn’t work.”

Charles burst out laughing, his hand covering his mouth as he tried to rein in his amusement. “You really think they were that bad?”

You blinked at him, dead serious. “Charles, those pants looked like they got into a fight with a pair of kindergarten scissors and lost.”

He was full-on laughing now, and you felt a small victory in that. At least he wasn’t offended. Although, considering how often people talked about drivers online, he probably had thicker skin than you’d given him credit for.

“I have to admit, I didn’t think anyone would notice the stars,” Charles said between laughs, wiping away a tear from his eye. “But you? You gave them a whole five-minute segment.”

You groaned, pressing a hand to your forehead. “I didn’t mean to turn it into an entire rant! It just… it snowballed.”

Charles grinned at you, his expression softening a bit. “No, it was funny. I saw the video. My brothers couldn’t stop laughing. Arthur sent it to me like five times.”

You blinked. “Your brothers… sent you the video?”

“Yep. They even gave the pants a name. They call them ‘the constellation pants’ now.”

You couldn’t help it. You snorted. “You should burn those pants. Like, immediately.”

He looked down at his legs, pretending to think it over. “They’re not that bad.”

“Charles,” you sighed, suddenly feeling a wave of passion wash over you. “Those pants were an abomination. They weren’t just bad—they were like an insult to pants everywhere. Like, what even were they? Baggy, ill-fitting, with random star-shaped rips? Did they start out as pants or was it some kind of tragic attempt at upcycling? Because I swear to God, it looked like a fabric store exploded on your legs.”

He blinked, clearly not expecting you to dive headfirst into a passionate rant about pants, but there was no stopping you now.

“And don’t get me wrong,” you continued, gesturing wildly. “I’m all for experimental fashion. I love a good risk. But those pants? They looked like you lost a bet to a five-year-old. I’ve seen better craftsmanship at a kids’ summer camp sewing class. They were offensive, Charles. Offensive to pants, offensive to legs, and offensive to anyone with eyes.”

Charles looked back up at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Okay, but what’s so wrong with adding a little personality to my wardrobe? Stars are cool.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, shaking your head. “Not when they’re cut out of your pants, they’re not!”

“Fair enough,” he said, still smiling. “But now you’ve got me curious. If I did burn the pants, what would you suggest I wear?”

Was this a trick question? Was he seriously asking you, the random fashion student who insulted him online, for fashion advice? What was your life?

“Well…” you began, mentally assembling an outfit in your head. “For starters, how about something that doesn’t look like it belongs in a bad 2000s boyband? Maybe some slim-fit jeans that actually fit properly. And—oh!—ditch the weird rips. You’re Charles Leclerc, not a rejected *NSYNC member.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed by your decisiveness. “You’ve thought about this a lot, haven’t you?”

You shrugged, trying to play it cool. “I’m just saying… you’ve got the face, the career, the whole package. You shouldn’t let the pants drag you down.”

Charles grinned, leaning in slightly. “So, you think I have the whole package?”

Your brain screeched to a halt. Did he just—? Did Charles Leclerc just flirt with you?

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, star boy,” you shot back, smirking despite the fact that your internal monologue was currently having a breakdown. “I’m only here trying to fix your fashion sense.”

Charles chuckled, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. And that’s when the next bomb dropped.

“Well then, maybe you can help me shop sometime?” He said it so casually, like he wasn’t currently turning your entire existence upside down with one smooth sentence. I THOUGHT CARLOS WAS THE SMOOTH OPERATOR.

“I—wait, what?” You blinked rapidly, wondering if you’d heard him correctly. “Did you just… ask me to go shopping with you?”

He smiled again, that devastatingly charming smile that should probably come with a warning label. “Yeah. I mean, you clearly have strong opinions about what I wear. Might as well put them to good use.”

Okay. Okay. Deep breaths. This was fine. Everything was fine. You were standing in the middle of Monaco, and Charles Leclerc—your internet crush since forever—was asking you to go shopping with him. Totally normal. Just another Tuesday. Nothing to freak out about.

Yet your inner monologue was screaming, “MY LIFE IS A WATTPAD FANFICTION, WHAT IS HAPPENING?!”

“I, uh…” you stammered, trying to process this. “Are you serious?”

“Of course,” Charles replied smoothly, his eyes twinkling. “I’ve got to fix my ‘constellation pants’ problem, right? Who better to help me than the girl who went viral for hating them?”

You were pretty sure your brain had short-circuited at this point. But somehow, you managed to respond, your voice steady despite the fact that your insides were doing cartwheels. “I mean… I guess I could do that. If you really want fashion advice.”

Charles nodded, then casually pulled out his phone. “Great. Let me get your number, and we’ll sort something out.”

You stared at him. Was this real life?

He handed you his phone, and you slowly, robotically, typed in your number, still half-expecting to wake up from this fever dream.

After you handed it back, Charles shot you a grin that could probably melt steel. “So… how about lunch tomorrow? We could discuss your fashion intervention plan.”

Your internal monologue was now full-on screaming. WHAT IS THIS LIFE?

“Lunch? Uh… sure?” you replied, feeling like a character in a rom-com who was two seconds away from tripping over their own feet.

“Perfect,” he said, his smile widening. “I’ll text you.”

And just like that, Charles Leclerc—the man whose fashion sense you had ruthlessly destroyed in front of the entire internet—waved goodbye, leaving you standing there in a daze, wondering if you were hallucinating or not.

Your life? Officially. Unreal.

[sai-int]

hello! i was wondering if you could either write about mainly soap (or the whole TF-141) finding out you’re pregnant and what they would be like all throughout the 9 months. It could either be head cannons or a fic, whatever you prefer 🤗

i tried to find fics about it but i can find barely any 😞

i tried to fight the poly!141 x reader demons, but i couldn't

cw: poly!141 x reader, pregnancy stuff, implied fem/afab!reader, (use of mom), no, it doesn't matter who's kid it is.

finding out....

johnny is the first to react when you tell them the news. he's stunned silent for a split second before breaking into a wide grin and laughing. “we’re havin’ a bairn?” he pulls you into his arms, twirling you around despite your protests. “this is amazin’! we're gonna be parents!”

he's immediately excited, though slightly panicked. “wait…what do we need tae do? do we start buyin’ things? are we ready for this?” he's practically already nesting.

simon doesn’t say much at first. his gaze shifts between you and the others before he lets out a quiet, “well, that’s somethin' new."

in truth, he didn't know how to handle this information. his trauma left him scarred and terrified of the idea of parenting, but after some thought, he’ll find you alone and murmur, “y'gonna be great at this, lovie. we all will.” It’s one of the rare times he lets his emotions show.

kyle reacts with a mix of shock and excitement. “wait, wait—are we serious? this is real?” when you nod, he breaks into a wide smile, pulling you into a hug and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“this is amazing. you're gonna be a great mom, doll. we'll figure it out together.”

john's reaction is steady but warm. he gives you a soft smile and kisses the top of your head. “looks like our family’s getting a little bigger.”

he's calm and reassuring, already thinking about what this means for the team and how they’ll support you in the months ahead.

first trimester...

johnny's bouncing off the walls, thrilled about the news but hilariously overprotective. he refuses to let you lift anything heavier than a water bottle and constantly asks how you’re feeling.

“ye need anythin’? a pillow? water? more snacks?” you'll have to reassure him a hundred times a day that you’re fine.

he's also immediately obsessed with baby gear, sending you links to cribs, strollers, and onesies with ridiculous captions like, “look at this wee one—it’s got ducks on it!”

simon is less overtly excited but becomes quietly attentive. he starts keeping track of your cravings and your mood swings, making sure the others don’t overwhelm you too much.

if you’re feeling nauseous, he’ll silently sit with you, rubbing small circles on your back. he's not one for grand gestures, but his steady presence is comforting.

he's also the one who subtly puts his foot down when johnny starts suggesting that the kid'll be named “soap junior.”

kyle is practical but sweet, always checking in with you and making sure you’re eating enough. “don't forget to take your vitamins. and let me know if you need me to grab anything.”

he's fascinated by the changes in your body, always asking questions. “is it weird? like, do you feel different already?” he's genuinely curious and wants to understand every part of the process. not to mention the fact this his eyes refuse to leave your stomach once you start showing.

john keeps the everyone grounded. when the others (cough—johnny—cough) start fussing too much, he steps in. “give her some space. she's not made of glass.”

second trimester...

by now, johnny's even more excited, especially when the baby starts moving. he insists on feeling every kick and might even get a little competitive with the others. “aye, th' bairn kicked fur me first, didn’t it?”

he starts talking to your belly in gaelic. no one knows that he's saying but kyle has a hunch that he's praying.

simon is more engaged now, though still subtle. he'll casually start doing the more practical things like baby-proofing or arranging for a larger living space.

he secretly reads up on pregnancy and parenthood, though he’ll never admit it. you catch him once, and he grumbles, “just making sure we’re prepared.” but you know it's for his own sake.

kyle takes the role of “baby planner” seriously, organizing everything from nursery ideas to potential schedules for when the baby arrives. he's also the one to encourage you to take care of yourself.

“you're doing amazing, love. just let us handle the rest, yeah?” he's always ready with a shoulder rub or a cup of tea when you need it.

john really begins to hone his 'dad energy'. he ensures you’re not overexerting yourself and keeps everyone focused. he starts sharing stories about his own experiences with kids, whether it’s nieces, nephews, or friends’ children, to reassure you. he holds your hand on the days when you're feeling a bit off, offering a warm embrace for you to melt in.

third trimester...

johnny is on defcon 1. he's counting down the seconds and trying to distract himself with building the crib (badly) and then taking it down, just to reassemble it. or assembling strollers. “don't worry, love, i've got this… where’s the instruction manual?”

he's constantly doting on you, rubbing your calves and back or carrying things for you. “you're a goddess, y’know that? absolutely goddess.”

simon becomes even more protective. the parenthood book he'd been reading mentioned having a mhospital bag' for when the time comes. when your third trimester comes, he's prepping, making sure a bag is packed and everything’s ready to go when the time comes. “better t'be prepared than scramblin' last minute.”

kyle is the calmest of the bunch, which makes him your go-to when you’re feeling overwhelmed. he's always ready to lend an ear or a helping hand.

"you're not doing this alone.” he'd mumble to you while drawing soft circles on your skin. his steady reassurance keeps everyone else from spiraling into chaos, as well.

d-day...

it starts with you waking up in the middle of the night, a sharp cramp making you wince. you sit up, trying to brush it off, but another contraction hits, and it’s unmistakable: the baby is coming.

johnny is the first one you wake up. he's immediately wide-eyed and panicking. “wait, this is it? this is actually it?” he's scrambling to find his boots, yelling down the hall for the others, and tripping over his own feet in his rush.

simon appears a moment later, calm but laser-focused. “time the contractions,” he says, already grabbing the hospital bag he prepared weeks ago. he gently helps you to your feet, his hand steady on your lower back to support you.

kyle's ushering you to sit down (as simon tries to shove him off) and asking practical questions. “how far apart are they? are you feeling okay? deep breaths, love.” he's already calling ahead to the hospital to let them know you’re on your way.

john takes charge of the logistics. he's already in the car and heating it up. “let's move, lads. we're trained for chaos; this is no different.” his voice is firm, but his eyes are filled with concern as he checks on you.

the ride is chaotic, to say the least. johnny insists on sitting in the backseat with you, holding your hand and offering completely and entirely unhelpful but enthusiastic encouragement.

"you’re doin’ amazing, lass. just breathe! In and out, aye? we're almost there!”

"i'm going into labor, i didn't forget how to fucking breathe, johnny!" this is starting to feel like the worst period cramps of your life.

kyle is the one actually timing your contractions and giving johnny side-eyes every time he gets too loud. “you're not the one in labor, soap. chill.”

under any other circumstance, simon would not be allowed to drive. not even around the block. tonight though? he drives like a man on a mission. he's cutting through traffic like a getaway driver with 50k in the trunk. he barely says a word nd his jaw is clenched tight, his knuckles are white on the wheel. when you let out a particularly loud groan, he mutters, “we're almost there. hang on.”

john rides shotgun, barking out directions to simon and giving you steady updates. “you're doing great, dove. just focus on breathing. we'll be there in five.”

the team storms the hospital like it's a raid. john carries you inside while johnny frantically explains to the nurses, barely coherent in his excitement. “she's havin’ th' bairn! right now!”

when they wheel you into the delivery room, johnny is by your side, holding your hand like his life depends on it. he's grinning and panicking simultaneously. “yer incredible, love. just a bit more. ye've got this!”

simon stands beside you and smooths your hair out of your face, placing a hand on your shoulder during every contraction. he can tell you're a little scared. “one at a time. you're stronger than this.” his presence feels like a rock in the storm.

kyle makes sure you’re comfortable and liaising with the medical team. “she likes ice chips, not water,” he tells a nurse, even as he offers you his hand. “you're amazing. we're so proud of you, hun."

john is the unshakable anchor, standing at the foot of the bed, his voice steady and calm. “that's it. just like that. one more push.” he doesn’t waver for a second, even when you're literally howling in pain.

when the baby’s first cries fill the room, everything changes.

johnny lets out an actual cheer, tears streaming down his face. “we did it! we've got a bairn!” he's laughing, crying, and probably squeezing your hand too hard.

simon doesn’t say a word, all shock and awe, but when the nurse places the baby in your arms, his eyes soften in a way you’ve never seen before. He murmurs, “it's perfect,” his voice breaking slightly.

kyle cuts the cord with a shaky laugh, grinning ear-to-ear. “welcome to the world, little one.” he presses a kiss to your temple, his joy radiant.

john is last to hold the baby, cradling it in his large, steady hands. “you've done so well, love... I'm so proud of you.” his voice is thick with unshed tears and pride as he hands the baby back to you.

the night ends with a baby nestled in your arms and your family surrounding you. a chaotic, loving, perfectly imperfect family.

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[v6quewrlds]

❝ all yours, j. burrow. ❞  ‎ ‎ ┉  

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀summary: nyla's latest single is making waves. the audience has questions for her elusive boyfriend, joe burrow.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀author's note: requested by an anon! i felt bad about not being able to finish the joe/tee fic, so i made this. wanted to try something different so i went the smau route, hope you like it <3 this is somewhere between y/n & oc, think of nyla as a stage name i guess lmao

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀pairing: joe burrow x r&b singer!oc [fc: lori harvey].

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nylaupdates: "all yours", the first single from nyla's third upcoming studio album releases at 12am eastern time tonight.

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user1 REAL vocalists are back!! 🤭

user2 this cover??????

user3 oh skin is tea! -> user4 i see that la roche posay check hit 🙂‍↕️

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joeyb_9: lyrics ���🤎 -> nyla: do we have a fav line?

joeyb_9: this kitty got that midas touch... sounds familiar -> nyla: inspired by a little something you might have said once or twice

joeyb_9: i cannot be held responsible for what i say under your influence -> nyla: whatever u say joey 🤎

lahjay10_: mm ah mm ah 😁 -> nyla: mm ah mm ah 😁

jjettas2: i have a question. ✋🏾 -> nyla: no 🤎

jjettas2: could you please explain what i did to deserve such an explicit description of one of my best friend's sexual abilities?

jjettas2: love the song btw 🤟🏾

jjettas2: been bumpin it since this morning ngl

jjettas2: broooooo i just seen you add another post to your story 😑

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nyla: familiar.

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user11 maam we have to discuss those lyrics -> user12 clock it! cus "make it icin'"??? MAKE WHAT?!

ryandestiny stunna -> nyla 💎💎

jjettas2 album when -> jjettas2 miss big time can't respond huh -> user13 my goat is in his bsf gf's comments begging for a response 😒 -> nyla smh 😮‍💨 they don't make 'em like they used to... -> jjettas2 😐

joeyb_9 very familiar -> nyla gang -> user14 this man ain't even like the pic but somehow... here he is... 2 mins after she posted... -> user15 LMAO down horrendous -> user16 this is romance. -> user14 idk what's worse: the fact that he was here immediately, or the fact that it took him 2 mins to come up with "very familiar" -> user16 def the second one 😭

teehiggins album when 🫢 -> nyla soon soon soon -> jjettas2 man fuck yall

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joeyb_9: offseason in paris

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user17 just fell to my knees in the walmart parking lot

user18 😍😍😍

user19 what a handsome young man ☺️

nyla "serving offseason realness" -> joeyb_9 ? -> user20 LMAOOOO

user21 nyla i understand i really really do -> user22 she may tell you a joke... -> user23 but NEVER A LIE!!

user24 goo goo ga ga -> nyla girl-

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nyla: familiar, july 17th.

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user25 did she just? -> user26 name her album after that fuckass thread? yes. -> user27 cryingggggg

jjettas2 i've been waiting for times like this 🤌🏾 -> user28 she's not gonna respond bro -> user29 he's just tryna get noticed 😔 -> nyla 🤷🏾‍♀️ -> jjettas2 you know what...

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joeyb_9: icing on the cake 🍒

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user36 what did he sayyyyy?

user37 i have no one to talk about this with

user38 jump fuckin' scare -> user39 he's so unserious

user40 just casually dropping that cute ass pic... okay then 👍 -> user41 asf

nyla my man? my man. my man! -> jjettas2 7 stages of grief ass comment -> nyla ykw buy your own tickets to the tour -> user42 TOUR???? -> nyla international ✈️✈️✈️ -> jjettas2 fuck the tour, you choose to respond now? cool smd -> joeyb_9 🥴 -> nyla 🫶🏾

[valiwrites]

reincarnation ✧.* formula 1

part1 part2 part4

: ̗̀➛ pairing: formula 1 x senna!reincarnation!male!oc (nico santos) : ̗̀➛ warnings: strong language, hate comments : ̗̀➛ author’s note: i wrote this before and got a lot of hate for it. if it’s not your thing, just scroll past—no need to spread negativity. i didn’t write this just to read mean comments.

: ̗̀➛ smau

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f1fannews ✔︎

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f1fannews new videos of our favorite driver just dropped!! seriously, this guy is something else. the energy he brings and the pure heart he’s got—it's rare to see someone so genuine and down to earth. feel lucky to be able to watch him grow and do his thing. can't wait to see what’s next for him, he’s just getting started. truly blessed to be a fan of someone like him.

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user1 this is co cute he's wearing the senna shirt!!

user2 he's literally impersonating him tf

user3 how is he impersonating him what?? y'all are bothered by anything

user2 it's the fact that he hates being compared to senna yet he always makes a way to wear his merch 🙄

user4 the second slide is so adorable tho look at his smile 🥺

user5 he's just so happy to be there

user6 is there any way to buy that shirt he's wearing??

f1fannews yes!! just go on google and search senna shop and you'll find it there

user7 is this gonna be in the new drive to survive season?

f1fannews hopefully we see more of nico next season!

user8 he looks like christian coulson on the second video

user9 wait i kinds see it

user10 it's the angle 😭😭

nicosantos ✔︎

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nicosantos this team makes me wanna commit a felony...i’m out here giving it my all, but the car’s acting like it’s on vacation. like, bro, are we racing or taking a nap? i swear, i’m ready to have a serious chat with it. still, out here doing laps like a champ, pretending i’m not crying inside. send help... and maybe some new tires.

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lando 😭😭

nicosantos fuck you too

user1 lando NORIZZ help

user2 my boy finally lost it 😭

user3 the caption is sending me

user4 lando nowins

user5 is he starting his beef with mclaren or lando hello

user6 probably both lmao watch ww3 happen

sebastianvettel what got you so mad sweetie

nicosantos you're next vettel

user7 SWEETIE LMAOO IM DYING

user8 OOP, nico's officially in his "i'm done" phase

user9 someone get this man a snack, he’s mad hungry for drama

user10 nico really out here acting like he’s the main character, huh?

user11 yo be bothered by anyone else

user12 nico santos, the personification of “don’t come for me unless I send for you”… but we didn’t send for you.

nicosantos what does that even mean 😭

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enews there are rumors floating around that our mclaren rising star, nico santos, is having some heated convos with mclaren principal andrea stella about possibly leaving the team. but are they true? is our fave driver sticking with mclaren or moving on to another team? which one though? stay tuned, things are getting spicy

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user1 fr hoping nico stays with mclaren, he’s got mad potential, don’t mess this up!

user2 if he’s all talk and no results, maybe it’s time to go. mclaren doesn’t need the headache

user3 he's literally one of the best drivers out there

user2 i don't see a championship yet

user3 noo nicooo

user4 you'll survive

user5 he’s been putting in the work, mclaren’s the place for him to keep growing

user6 if he can't work with the team then he's not good for it (not hating just pointing out the facts)

user7 as much as i hate to agree with you i do. bc nico is so good at what he does and if he doesn't like it at mclaren he should leave

[sayitspititout]

౨Soft on youৎ

warnings: fluff☆

synopsis: the reader already in a relationship with billie,joins her on tour as the third vocalist, deepening their bonds in quiet, intimate moments☆

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You didnt expect tour to feel this….intimate.

Maybe its the late-night rides, the green rooms that always smell like lavender, adrenaline and nerves, or the times when you’re living out of suitcases.But billie finds her way to you.

She always does.

She never knocks.Just appears, hoodie half zipped, hair tucked messily under a beanie, like she belongs in the quiet spaces you carve out for yourself.

Sometimes she talks. Sometimes she just sits beside you, shoulder to shoulder, smiling with those piercing blue eyes humming the harmony from your last set like it’s echoing inside her.

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Present day

You joined tour late.

after ava and jane had already settled into the rhythm of rehearsals and late night jam sessions. You assumed you’d be on the periphery, the new voice they were still getting used to.

But Billie didn’t let that happen. She made it her mission to pull you into it all, like you have always belonged.

She made space for you, quietly, but effortlessly.

She didn’t smother you with praise or try too hard. She just started showing up,quiet, consistent. Sitting next to you in green rooms, handing you half-eaten snacks without asking if you wanted them. Grabbing you an extra hoodie on chilly nights.

Nudging your shoulder during rehearsals. Stealing your hoodie before soundcheck. Resting her chin on your shoulder while someone else’s mic got checked.

She moved around you like orbit, like something instinctual. Like she didn’t even have to think about it.

Bumping her knee against yours mid-soundcheck like it meant something.

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it did.

And even now, weeks in, it never stops feeling new. 

After tonight’s show, the dressing room’s quiet, dim. Just you and Billie for a few minutes. She drops onto the couch next to you, curls her knees up under one of your legs like she always does when she wants to be close without saying it.

You glance at your phone someone posted a clip from earlier, the three of you harmonizing under the lights, Billie looking toward your mic more than her own.

| The caption read: shes so in love it hurts

You don’t say anything. But she sees the way you’re smiling, hiding the fact that your heart’s doing flips

“What?” she murmured, already smiling back like she knows.

“Someone posted a clip,” you said, turning it towards her. “You look like u were gonna cry,” you add giggling

Billie leans over to look. “I wasn’t crying. I was listening.” she said smiling

“To what?” you asked, looking at her in the process

“To you,” she says. Quiet. Real. No teasing in her voice. “You always sound like home to me.”

“I always liked that about you,” she adds, still watching the clip play out on your phone screen. Her voice stays low, thoughtful. “Even before this… before we were—us.”

She says it like a memory, like it’s something she’s been holding onto for a while. And you feel it land, somewhere deep and quiet in your chest.

She pauses the clip, the screen going black for a moment. “I think I was already listening for you.”

you stay silent as you turn to her, brushing some of her bangs behind her ear, and say, “You’re kind of sappy tonight.” you say smiling

Billie grins, sleepy and unbothered. “Yeah, well. Tour makes me soft. You make me soft.”

You lean in and kiss the top of her head. “Good.”

Because that softness is yours too.

the end

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an: whewwww guys i think this is so dookie please forgive me 😔

[tpwk-formula1]

They Grow Up So Fast - OP81

Oscar Piastri X Plus size swimsuit model! Norris Reader

Summary: Lando finally brings his sister around the paddock. How will Oscar and the rest of the grid handle the new regular.

Warnings: some hate towards both the reader and oscar.

Face claim - Pearl Maria Froud

Instagram

Y/Nnorris

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Y/Nnorris Growing up I remember I could never understand why I was built the way that I was. Now I'm thankful for the ass I was given. Lando if you see this post just don't swipe.

User1 OMG I'm seriously in love with you

User2 I just know Lando didn't read the caption😂😂

-> landonorris For once I actually did read the caption first

landonorris As your older brother it is my duty to tell you, you've always been beautiful... annoying as fuck as well.

-> User3 When you thought Lando would say something sweet about Y/N but then makes sure to show that they are in fact siblings

-> Mclaren Lando we've talked about this... you have to be nice to our guests.

--> User4 OMG Y/N IN THE PADDOCK THIS WEEKEND?!?!

user5 LMAO I'm not over Mclaren admin telling Lando he needs to be nicer to his sister

user6 I want your ass!

carlossainz Why do you never visit me!

-> Y/Nnorris as Charles has stated before... you never invite me over!

--> Landonorris @/carlossainz you better leave my sister alone!! She is far to young for you!

---> Y/Nnorris But Lando you know I like them older!

user7 I'll never understand why Y/N gets so much hype?! Like she's not even that pretty! Lando is def the better Norris sibling

User8 I literally love Y/N she's so fucking gorgeous

sabrinacarpenter Please marry me

-> Y/Nnorris let's go to the court house!🏃🏻‍♀️

Instagram

Mclaren

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Mclaren Swimsuit model Y/N Norris has made her paddock debut today here in Japan

user9 UGH why does F1 keep letting random women into the paddock like this

user10 Oh how I love Y/N!

landonorris Now why does my sister get her own post like this😒

user11 LMAOOOO not Lando being his sister's biggest opp

user12 I love how Mclaren calls her "swimsuit model" as if she isn't there because Lando is her brother.

Y/Nnorris Thank you so much for the invite! We both know Lando would never invite me.

-> landonorris You're the biggest liar ever! You literally tell me you're tired of watching me drive in circles

-> Mclaren We're so happy to have you! You were lovely and we hope to see you at more races to come.

charleslecerc She wasn't even in Ferrari yet she was the sweet person I met on the paddock

-> Mclaren I'd offer to share but she's all ours

user13 How long do we think it'll be before rumors of her dating a driver start?

-> user14 I doubt anyone will be shipping Y/N with a driver... she's not their type

Instagram Stories

Y/Nnorris

landonorris WHO IS IT?!?!

-> Y/Nnorris I literally have no idea what you're talking about

-> Landonorris Y/N I'M NOT PLAYING!!! WHO WAS THIS BOLD TO ASK YOU OUT?!?!

-> Y/Nnorris Stop worrying your pretty little head

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user15 I'm stunned!!! No way you moved that quickly

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sabrinacarpenter OMG is it the cutie you were telling me about?!

-> y/nnorris YES! He's literally the sweetest!

-> sabrinacarpenter I can't wait for you to tell me all about him!

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Three Months Later

Instagram stories

Y/Nnorris

landonorris I hope you know you made him late for the meeting today!

-> Y/Nnorris And how tf was that my fault! I had no idea he was gonna come visit me.

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user20 I just know this is Oscar!

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user21 Who is it! I need to know

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sabrinacarpenter Thank you so much for finally letting me meet him! He really is so sweet and the way he looks at you!!!!

-> Y/Nnorris I'm so glad you like him! I really like him!

Oscarpiastri

Y/Nnorris I wasn't mad... Just disappointed!

-> oscarpiastri I'm sorry I ate the last cookie you made for me!

-> Y/Nnorris I can taste the sarcasm! But I forgive cause youre so cute and I love you!

-> oscarpiastri I love you too

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charleslecerc You better treat her good!

-> oscarpiastri Why do I feel like you're gonna be more protective of her than her brother?!

--> charleslecerc She's too sweet to be hurt!

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landonorris I tried to warn you about her!

-> oscarpiastri She didn't need to come with a warning label!

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user22 Now what did you do to make our girl mad?!

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user23 You finally pull a girl and now you're out here making her mad! You men are literally so fucking useless! You do not deserve her

Texts between Oscar and You

Instagram

Y/Nnorris

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Y/Nnorris Oh how I love Silverstone and my photographer boyfriend (can you guess which picture he took)

user24 I feel like it was pic #2 and he was genuinely trying to get a candid

-> Y/Nnorris Haha yes! The sun was too bright so when I went to turn around I ended up giving him a stank face and this was the nicest one I could find😂😂

yourbff I can't wait to watch the hot men drive in circles all weekend long 😀

-> Y/Nnorris Don't act like you're not excited to watch my brother 😒

--> yourbff Why do you always have to call me out... but on a real note @/landonorris I want a paddock pass please 🥹

---> landonorris Y/N has a fresh pass with your name written all over it already... I feel used

user25 Do we still think Oscar is the man she is soft-launching?

Carlossainz You'd look so good in Ferrari red

-> landonorris no

-> oscarpiastri no

-> Mclaren no

-> Y/Nnorris They want me to say no as well but 💳 (that is me slamming my card down for you to sneak it to my apartment)

user26 So gorgeous!

oscarpiastri Can't wait to see you around this weekend!

-> user27 Now Oscar why do you act like you aren't being soft launched all over her IG

user28 I would like to stop seeing this fatty on my feed

-> oscarpiastri Maybe start with unfollowing her?😒😒😒

--> user29 LMAOOOO oscar is having none of it! We love when he stands up for his girl

Twitter

Instagram Stories

Oscarpiastri

Y/Nnorris I feel like this is all the confirmation they will need

-> Oscarpiastri I think they already knew Sweatheart

-> Y/Nnorris True but I like keeping it a little secret

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user35 Still not over you taking my girl like that

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user36 I'll never unstained why you picked the fat girl!

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user37 Y'all are such a cute couple!!!

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user38 You do not deserve Y/N! I hope when you told Lando about the relationship he didn't support cause you're not good enough for her!

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user39 Such a beautiful couple!

Twitter

Instagram

YNnorris

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Y/Nnorris @/logansargeant said something about being thankful? Idk what you American's do on a random Thursday in November but I hard launch my Aussie boyfriend.

On a real note Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate! I'm thankful for all of you guys!

tagged Oscarpiastri

Oscarpiastri I finally get a post dedicated to me and @/logansargeant gets mentioned

-> logansargeant Toughen up

Oscarpiastri I love you! I'm forever and always thankful for her!

user46 I was not mentally prepared for a hard launch today!

user47 the scream I scrumpt! HOLY SHIT ITS FINALLY HAPPENING!

user48 I can't believe he actually picked the fat girl! Charity work frfr

sabrinacarpenter Almost burned the house down! I can't believe we finally got the hard launch!

yourbff Well I'm thankful that I no longer have to keep my mouth shut about knowing the cutest couple on the grid!

-> Y/Nnorris I'm surprised you did keep your mouth shut

--> yourbff why do I feel like this is a dig?

---> Oscarpiastri That's cause it was... you're the biggest yapper I have ever met

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Instagram

Y/Nnorris

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Y/Nnorris I said yes

User49 I can't believe it is so full circle that they're getting married

sabrinacarpenter they grow up so fast 🤧🤧🤧

landonorris I wish you could have seen the nerves Osc had all week😂😂😂

-> oscarpiastri Why must you expose me?!

Oscarpiastri I love you so much and I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you!

user50 I just know this wedding is gonna be so beautiful

mclaren Can we have a papaya themed wedding?

-> Y/Nnorris I'm gonna hold your hand while I tell you this

--> user51 Y/N Norris is one of the funniest humans I have ever seen

user52 I can't wait to see this wedding

[sturniololuvz]

Your writing is so good I cannot stop reading your fics! Also I hope your feeling better😢 Can you do a fic where reader is under 18 and she’s getting a lot of hate and sexualizing comments and the triplets address it in a video

yes , and thank you so muchhhh

“Protecting Y/N”

Sturniolos x sister

Warnings: sexual comments

Y/N had always loved filming with her brothers. Ever since they started making videos, she’d tag along sometimes, joking with them, being her usual self, and just having fun. But as she got older, things changed.

At 16, she wasn’t just “the Sturniolo triplets’ little sister” anymore. People had started noticing her in a different way—and not in a good way.

The comments under their videos started shifting. Instead of harmless jokes, she was seeing things that made her stomach turn.

“Why is their sister so fine?”

“She’s grown now, I’d definitely hit.”

“Why does she dress like that in their videos? She knows what she’s doing.”

“She should make an OnlyFans when she turns 18.”

It wasn’t just weird and uncomfortable—it was disgusting.

Y/N had tried to ignore it at first. But it was everywhere. TikTok edits of her with creepy captions, people taking screenshots of her from their videos and reposting them with gross comments.

She hated it.

And so did her brothers.

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A few days later, Nick, Matt, and Chris sat down to film a serious video. No jokes. No distractions. Just them, staring into the camera with a look that meant business.

Nick sighed. “Alright, we need to talk about something that’s been pissing us off.”

Matt nodded. “This isn’t one of our normal videos, but it’s important.”

Chris clenched his jaw, clearly irritated. “We’ve been seeing the comments about our sister, Y/N. And honestly? It’s disgusting.”

Nick ran a hand through his hair. “She’s 16. The way some of you are talking about her is straight-up weird and unacceptable. And to be real with you guys—if you think like that, we don’t want you watching our videos.”

Matt’s voice was firm. “She’s our little sister. Imagine how uncomfortable she feels seeing that shit. We won’t stand for it.”

Chris shook his head, his expression dark. “The fact that we even have to say this is insane. But if you’re one of those people commenting nasty stuff, just know—you’re not funny, you’re not cool, and you’re not welcome here.”

Nick nodded. “We’re a family. And we’re gonna protect her, no matter what.”

Matt looked at the camera, his voice softer but still serious. “We love Y/N. And we’re not gonna let people treat her like this.”

Chris exhaled sharply. “So, yeah. If you’re one of those creeps—fuck off.”

The three of them stared at the camera for a moment, letting their words sink in before Nick ended the video.

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The response was immediate.

Fans flooded the comments, supporting Y/N and calling out the people who had been making inappropriate remarks. The triplets’ message was clear—mess with their sister, and you mess with them.

And Y/N? She felt safer knowing that, no matter what, her brothers had her back.

[amirawrah]

⭐︎ Cama lovesss his girlfriend!!!

with EDUARDO CAMAVINGA ⭐︎ smau

synopsis: Eduardo Camavinga can’t stop the fact that he's obsessed with his girlfriend and practically everyone knows. He’s yours and he loves it here.

smau • face claim: zendayyuh

a/n: courtesy to @camaluvs who needs a cama fic to breath lol, had fun making this, hope you enjoy and give me your thoughts please!!!

@yourusernamex

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@yourusernamex: The original. the classic. the girl. 🥤❤️

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@camavinga: Yum

@judebellingham: Bro calm down ↪ @yourusernamex: You’d say yum too if you could

@friskeyness101: cama you better be talking about the coke ↪@camavinga: 👀 ↪@yourusernamex: 😘

@vinijr: simpp @camavinga

↪@camavinga: get help ↪@vinijr: :(

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@hermoodboard: she's so hot

@camaandco: camavinga somewhere licking the screen of his phone right now

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↪@temberqueen: ayooo!!!

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@camaandyou4ever: she probably is gonna kill you

@yourusernamex: you better sleep with one eye open

↪ @camavinga: 😘

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@hazyinred: body is tea

@camavinga: pretty 😍

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SHORT BLURB

Eduardo was already watching you before you dipped the brush in paint. You knew it. You felt it. That quiet stare from the corner of the room where he’d leaned against the doorway in shorts and a tank top, arms crossed, locs in a low ponytail and bare feet quiet on the hardwood. You didn’t even have to look up to confirm—his gaze was heavy in the most delicious way.

The kind of attention that makes your skin glow from the inside out. You rolled your eyes, smiling to yourself as you blended the colours on the canvas. “Stop staring,” you murmured without looking. He didn’t deny it. “I’m allowed. You’re my girlfriend.” He walked toward you, slow, like he was soaking up the moment with every step.

“And you’re pretty. What else am I supposed to look at?” You didn’t reply. You couldn’t—not with the way his voice dropped like that, like he was already right behind you. His arms slid around your waist from behind, careful to avoid the palette in your hand, and his chin found home on your shoulder. “This color’s nice,” he mumbled, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. “Didn’t you say it reminded you of the sky that night in Ibiza?” You turned your head slightly, smirking at how much he remembered.

“You’re way too obsessed with me babe.”

“Yeah,” he said immediately, like he’d been waiting for you to finally admit it. “I am.” The brush in your hand slowed down as he nuzzled into your neck, placing the softest kiss right below your ear. You let your head rest back against his chest, smiling as your body melted into his. “I thought we were painting,” you teased.

“We are. You paint,” he whispered, “I’ll be annoying.” He stayed wrapped around you while you worked, occasionally humming a little tune under his breath or lightly tracing the shape of your hand with his fingers. The painting wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t matter. His love—his affection—made everything feel like it was. After a while, he pulled away, but only to sit on the floor beside your stool. He leaned against your leg, arms draped over your knees as he looked up at you with those big, soft eyes that always turned you into a puddle.

“Do you remember the first time you came over?” he asked suddenly, voice softer now. “You said you didn’t want to stay long. Said you had plans after.” “And I canceled them two hours later because you wouldn’t stop making tea.” He grinned.

“You drank three mugs, babe. Just to stay.” “I didn’t want to leave,” you admitted, brushing a stubborn loc from his face. “I still don’t.” His eyes darkened, just slightly. He stood up again, slow and quiet, taking the brush from your hand and setting it down on the edge of the table. Then he reached out his hand. “Paint me.” “What?” you laughed.

“What do you mean—” “Paint on me. Whatever you want.” “Eduardo—” “Let me be your canvas too” he cut in, smiling. You blinked at him, heart pounding in that giddy, electric way it only did when he was being like this—soft, bold, unbothered by anything but you.

You gave in, grabbing the smaller brush this time, dipping it in blue, and touching it lightly to his chest. He flinched slightly, laughing. “Cold!” “Be quiet,” you warned, concentrating. “I’m doing art.” You painted a small heart just under his collarbone. Then a little sun near his shoulder. He let you, standing completely still except for the smile pulling at his lips and the way he looked down at you like you were the masterpiece.

“Okay, my turn,” he said after a while. “Oh, no no no—” “Yes.” He dipped his fingers in orange, grinning as you backed away, laughing. “You’re gonna ruin my shirt!” “Take it off then,” he shrugged, completely serious. “Eduardo!” “I’m just saying,” he laughed, chasing you around the room with a dot of paint on his fingertip. You ran until he caught you by the waist, spinning you around until you were both breathless.

He dragged his paint-covered finger across your jaw gently and then kissed the same spot seconds later. “Now you’re my painting,” he whispered. You stared up at him, suddenly still. “You're actually unreal,” you muttered. You pulled him in by the paint-smudged collar of his shirt and kissed him, slow and deep, surrounded by canvases and colors and messy palettes. His hands set themselves on top your ass—just possessive, a bit gentle, obsessed.

“I hope you know you can’t leave tonight,” he murmured between kisses. “Not with your toothbrush here. And your bonnet in my drawer. You’ve officially moved in.” “That’s not how it works,” you giggled. “It is.” He leaned his forehead against yours, heart racing.

You ended up tangled on the couch later, paint on your cheeks and hands and shirts, your head on his chest as he ran his fingers through your hair and laying a kiss on top of your head. Because Eduardo Camavinga being obsessed with his girl was just the norm. And honestly, you loved every second of it.

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@yourusernamex: be artsy like us:)

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@judebellingham: well clearly cama is not artsy

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@camavinga: why didn't you post the other canvas

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@fitspoandfeelings: she’s so pretty it physically hurts me and now he’s in the mix too? WHENNNN

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[leclercloml]

Summer boy | LN4

Pairing: Lando Norris x actress!reader

Summary: y/n l/n the popular actress mainly known for her role in the popular summer series the outer banks but she's constantly ship with her certain co-star and everyone thinks they're dating, but that's not true.... right?

Genre: SMAU

warnings: grammar mistakes i guess , kind of internet bullying?? (Don't worry y/n is a supportive gf who will not stand back)

Author's note: no hate towards any actors/actress all of these are just fictions. AND yes I'm doing this as a memorial of summer, because WINTER is coming bby!!

fc: Blanca Soler

yourinstagram

📍Charleston, South Carolina

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yourinstagram your favourite cast are back. 🌊🍉⛱️☀️

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yourinstagram as maria carey once said "boy why you so obsessed with me?" 🤍

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madelyncline who isn't

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landonorris

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⤷username nah people just ship them, there's no confirmation but you know what else? few months ago y/n moved to monaco and lando lives in monaco as well, I mean like half of the drivers live there but that's not the point and from past few weeks y/n and lando are liking eachothers post and alexandra (charles's girlfriend) commented on y/n post as well AND lando, charles, alexandra, alex albon, lily, george, carmen, carlos and rebecca all started following y/n and she also follows all of them back.....sooo, you get what I'm saying??

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username landoooooo

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rudeth he literally told me how you were forcing him to eat sea food even tho he hates it and when he denied you didn't talk to him until he got you like 20 ice creams.

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⤷username you guys are so weird, just because they're celebrities that doesn't mean they're not human, both of them are grow up, rudy and y/n were nothing but friends you guys were the one who started shipping them, istg leave em alone it's their life, and stop hating on them for no reason you don't know them personally

⤷username speak louder for people at the back

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username leave Lando alone wtf? He's a grown man!! She's a grown woman!! RUDY AND Y/N NEVER FUCKING DATED, THAT SHIP OF YOURS NEVER EXISTED IF LANDO MAKES Y/N HAPPY AND Y/N MAKES LANDO HAPPY WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM HERE???

⤷username they're just bunch of kids or groupies

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yourinstagram my beautiful beautiful boy, I've said this to you in person but I also want some people to know too, you're the one i love and you're the one i choose I'm really sorry for the behaviour of some 'fans', you don't deserve it, but I want you to know that I'll be there for you, no matter what happens I'll be there for you when you have a tough race and I'll be there for you after some random bitch on instagram said something and I'm not good at expressing my emotions but YOU, Lando Norris, you make me the happiest person, after I have a bad day, after my favourite team losses, after I do bad on set, you're the one who cheer me up and I want you to know that no matter what happens I'll always be there for you and i love you so so so so much!! that I have looked at you in millions of ways and I've loved you in each and every single one of them, you're a bit annoying in like almost every of them but it's okay, and i promise that I'll forever love you and even after all of this i would still choose you again, again and again, I love you 🧡.

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landonorris this is way too much affection for me to handle, but I'll manage, i love you.

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landonorris

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landonorris my beautiful beautiful girl, you're the best thing that have ever happened to me, you exist in my world I a way that no one else does, you're so so special to me and i admire you for what you are, for what you have been and whatever you will be, For me, you are enough, you are worthy, always have been always will be, you always say that i deserve better but i don't need someone better having you is a thousand times enough and the world may not know but the greatest love i ever had and i ever loved will always be you, i love you ❤️.

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⤷landonorris i got it buddy!

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⤷landonorris y/n l/n i love you too.

username and they lived happily ever after.

PS: I hope you all like it, and I don't have much to say, thank you for reading, have a great day ahead!

[scarletemeraldpurple]

Break In pt. 2

Pt. 1

Agatha x Rio x Reader

You don’t really get answers about Agatha and Rio’s whole deal, but you do become a part of it (and get railed

Notes: nonbinary reader, reader has a cunt, daddy kink, mommy kink, reader is called pet, little one, and slut, reader receives head and sucks on Rio’s fingers

You woke up clinging to Rio, which was a bit embarrassing.

You guessed she had been awake for some time now, texting someone with one hand while gently stroking your hair with the other.

“Already texting Agatha?” You snapped as you started to get up.

Rio tossed her phone aside and held you to her.

“Well we were talking about you if that helps.”

“Oh I’m so flattered.”

“You should be, she wants to meet you.”

“Hard pass.”

“You were so much nicer last night, already need Daddy to put you back in your place pet?”

You did your best to keep your face neutral, hating how much of an effect she was having in you.

“Let me make you breakfast,” Rio offered.

“Why are you offering to make me breakfast?”

“Because I’m your Daddy and I’m gonna take care of you.”

“You say that, but why should I trust you?”

“Can we have this conversation after we both get a caffeine hit?”

“Fine.”

—

It was odd, how easy it was to fall into a rhythm with her. You brewed the coffee while she started frying up bacon and scrambling eggs. Hers always came out perfectly fluffy. It was like magic.

She was humming. You faintly recognized it. “The Ballad of the Witches Road”, likely something Agatha had taught her. You thought to yourself bitterly.

“How’s the coffee coming?”

You were shaken back into the present moment. “Almost done, still take it black?” You asked.

“As my heart.”

“The one that beats for Agatha?” You said bitterly. You had seen Rio say that about Agatha. Well, it was a caption on her Instagram…that you were stalking after the breakup.

“It doesn’t just beat for her.”

“Uh-huh.”

You hated that she could still cook. You hated that your heart still fluttered when she smiled at you from across the table.

“So, what are you doing the rest of the day?”

“Oh…this and that. What about you?”

“It’s my day off, I should really do laundry. What are you and Agatha going to get up to?”

“Well I’ll have to break the news that you don’t want to meet up with her.”

“Oh I’m sure she’ll be heart broken.”

—

You let Rio give you a kiss goodbye on your cheek.

You were a mess of emotions as you headed to the basement, laundry bag in tow.

You replayed last night with Rio in your head, as well as all the other nights with Rio. Then thoughts of Agatha entered. Then of course, Rio leaving you for her, as if you were nothing.

You stewed until you heard the ding of the washer. You were moving your clothes into the dryer when you felt a presence behind you.

“Rio you can’t keep doing this.”

“Rio’s not here.” A chilling voice said behind you.

You turned around to meet piercing blue eyes. Agatha Harkness was in your basement.

“What the fuck? How the hell are you here? How did you find me?”

“Who could I have possibly gotten your address from?” She said while tapping her chin.

You groaned. “What the hell do you want?”

“Feisty. Though I hear it’s all just an act.”

“Just tell me what you’re here for, Harkness. Are you mad about me and Rio? Because even I don’t know what’s going on there.”

“Mad? No of course not, in fact I encouraged her to…reconnect with you.”

“Then what are you here for?”

“You, of course.” She said as she stepped towards you.

You backed up, leaning against your dryer now.

“I had to see for myself why Rio is so taken with you.”

You scoffed. “If it’s about feeling threatened, I don’t think you have anything to worry about there.”

Agatha chuckled, “no it’s not that. Is that how you feel? Do I threaten you?” Her voice dropped a bit as she stood right in front of you.

You gulped. She laughed.

“Aww, it looks like I do,” she said as she brushed some hair away from your face. Her fingers were a tad cold, but her touch was gentle.

“You’re Rio’s priority, obviously. I just…”

“Just what, sweetheart?” Agatha coaxed.

You averted your eyes, “I don’t want to get hurt like that again. I don’t think I could take it.”

You looked cautiously back at Agatha who nodded her understanding.

“Your Daddy wasn’t very good to you hm? Does Mommy need to punish her?”

Your eyes widened.

Agatha smiled at your flustered state. “Neither of us want you to get hurt like that again, sweet thing.” She gripped your chin slightly with your fingers.

“Agatha-”

“Sshh,” a finger came to your lips, “just let me get a look at you. You are such a lovely little thing.”

Your finger tips gripped the edge of the appliance behind your back.

“No need to be nervous, little one.”

In reality you were a few inches taller than Agatha, but right now you were feeling small, exposed and vulnerable.

“Rio and I will take care of you from now on, the both of us. You’ll belong to us. You’ll get your Daddy back and you’ll have your Mommy too.”

“Why? Why should I trust you? All I know is Rio left me for you. ”

“Well that’s why I wanted to meet you. Though your ‘hard pass’ did make that a touch more difficult.”

“I just don’t understand what’s going on.”

“Oh I know you don’t, you poor thing. But I can make it easy for you.”

Her face was inches from yours now. Her hands over yours now, keeping them at your sides.

“All you have to do is give in, and we’ll take care of you. You’ll never be alone again.”

You pulled your head back. “And you won’t dump me for something more exciting?”

“No, pet. I’m sorry about how this has gone down so far. Give us a chance to try again. Trust me, nothing could be more exciting to Rio and I than you.”

You studied her, her intense gaze fixated on you. Softer than it was at the start, patiently waiting for a response from you.

“O-okay.”

Agatha smiled. She leaned in for a kiss and you met her. One of her hands moved to grip the back of your head. Her lips were soft, but insistent. Slowly you felt your defenses lower as the kiss went on.

“There’s the sweet pet I’ve heard so much about.” She said gently when you two broke apart.

You blushed and nuzzled into the hand that had come to cup your face. God you really couldn’t blame Rio for wanting Agatha too.

“Can you show Mommy to your bed?” It was framed as a question, but you picked up on the gentle command.

She held your hand as you led her up from the basement and to your bedroom.

—

“I uh, I haven’t made my bed today sorry.”

“Hush, this is cute. Cozy.”

You stood awkwardly, unsure of your next move.

“Did Rio fuck you in here last night?” Agatha asked suddenly.

“N-no.”

“No?”

“I mean we…just not on the bed.”

“Ah, did she back you against the wall,” she moved you gently against the bedroom door, “like this,”

“Y-yeah,”

“You fought her didn’t you? Couldn’t just give in could you?”

“Yes, yeah I was mad at her,”

“I bet,” Agatha stroked your cheek. “Are you mad now?”

“No, confused, but not mad.”

“Good, good, do you want Mommy to take you like this? Or would you prefer the bed?”

You could hear your heart pounding in your ears.

“Aww poor thing. Still so nervous.” Agatha kissed your temple, then your cheek, then down your jaw and neck. “I see Rio’s left a nice big mark here, I think it’s only fair I get to leave one too. Don’t you agree?”

You nodded.

“You’re quite cute like this, but I need words baby. Ask Mommy to leave a nice pretty mark on you.”

“Please, please Mommy.”

“Aww, that’ll do for now. Sweet pet,”

Your eyes fluttered closed and you moaned as Agatha sank her teeth into you. She pinned your roaming hands to the door.

“Someone getting needy? Be honest.”

“Yes Mommy.”

“Good pet, you learn so quickly.”

There was a knock on the door.

“Hmm, who could that be,” Agatha teased.

She led you away and let Rio in.

“Glad to see you too are getting along.” Rio said.

You sat on the edge of the bed. Your head spinning.

“Hi pet, Mommy taking good care of you?” Rio smiled as she sat down beside you.

“Yes Daddy.” You said meekly.

“Good, I’m a little surprised to see you still in your clothes.” Rio teased.

“I was taking my time.” Agatha interjected. “There’s no need to rush anything.”

“Fair enough. Aw did Mommy give you a nice big mark too?” Rio said as she traced her fingers down your neck. You shivered at her touch.

“Think they can handle both of us?” Rio asked Agatha.

“Well, I hadn’t planned on being too rough this time,”

“Oh they can handle it, in fact they like it rough, don’t you, slut?”

Agatha’s eyebrows raised. “Do you like it rough, pet?”

You swallowed before answering. “Yes, sometimes.”

“You like being reminded where your place is, don’t you?” Rio said, stroking your hair lightly.

Agatha watched the two of you, with a gentle, but focused gaze.

“Yes Daddy, but…”

“But what, pet?”

“Can you be gentle with me today?”

“Yeah, of course, if that’s what you need, sweetheart,”

Rio pulled you in for a soft kiss. Your hands cupped her face, she grabbed your wrists gently and rubbed them with her thumbs.

You felt Agatha sit on the other side of you. Her hand grazed over the top of your thighs. She pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

You and Rio broke apart and Rio turned you to kiss Agatha. One of her hands snaked up under your shirt, roaming over the soft skin of your chest.

“Mmm, let’s help Daddy get your shirt off.”

Quickly your t shirt was done away with. You watched Agatha’s eyes darken as she took the sight of you in.

Rio kissed your back and shoulders, “can I bite baby? I won’t go too hard I promise.”

“Yes Daddy,”

Rio gently dug her teeth in and sucked another mark into you. “I’ve missed you so much baby. Missed feeling you like this.” Rio admitted in a whisper.

“Please don’t leave again, ever.” You pleaded.

“Never, you’re mine, mine and Agatha’s, neither of us are going anywhere.”

“Daddy’s right, sweet thing. Just let us take care of you, no worries right now, just us.”

Agatha’s hands undid the drawstring of your pants, and you shimmied out of them with her help.

She gripped your thighs, not harshly, she just wanted to feel you in her hands. And you quite liked feeling her hands on you.

Rio’s hands were scratching your scalp now, your back was to her, you were pressed up against her. One leg on the floor, the other extended on the bed. You were spread out for Agatha as she continued groping at your thighs.

“Such a lovely pet we have Rio,”

“Mhm, we’re very lucky.” Rio cooed.

“I want to taste them.”

You and Rio moved to the head of the bed. You were laid against her, her legs holding yours open.

Agatha slowly crept towards you, kissing up your legs gently, eventually meeting your cunt through your underwear.

“Look at this, you’re soaked pet.” Agatha groaned. “Let’s get these off.”

“Yes Mommy,”

Rio released your legs and Agatha pulled your briefs off of you.

“Fuck baby, look at you, dripping down your thighs. Easy little thing hm?”

“Yes Mommy…easy for the two of you.”

“Good pet.” Agatha said before finally licking a stripe up your cunt.

Rio held you tight with one arm, and slipped two fingers into your mouth with her other hand. “Don’t think, just give in.” She husked in your ear.

You melted in her arms as Agatha sucked your clit into her mouth. Your moans muffled slightly as you sucked Rio’s fingers.

“You’re doing so good, Daddy’s so proud baby. You’re such a good pet, taking what your given so well.” Rio whispered in your ear before peppering your neck with kisses.

The sounds coming from Agatha were obscene as she lapped you up. She had her hands wrapped around your thighs, her fingertips digging into your flesh.

You let your eyes close, getting lost in sensation, in their control.

Agatha looked up, and as cute as your expression was, she wanted your eyes on her.

“Ah ah ah, look at me pet. Mommy’s wants you looking at her while she eats you out, while you suck Daddy’s fingers like a good slut.”

You whimpered and nodded. You watched as her ravenous gaze stayed on you, as she brought you close to your peak.

“You must be giving Agatha quite a view huh pet? That brainless blissed out expression. I know it’s all so much isn’t it baby? Having someone’s mouth on you and having something to suck on. But you can let go baby we got you.”

“Cum for me, pet” Agatha moaned.

And soon you were a shaking mess. You were dripping all over Agatha’s face and quivering in Rio’s hold.

“Good fucking pet. You taste so fucking good. I’m so glad I get to share you now.”

“Thank you Mommy. That felt really good.”

“Agatha, can I clean you up?” Rio asked.

Agatha raised an eyebrow, “Ask properly,”

“Please, please, let me taste them off of you,”

“So close sweetheart, c’mon, let them see you ask properly.”

“Mommy please, please let me clean you up.”

“That’s a good girl.”

You had no idea Rio was a switch, was that part of the problem? Why didn’t she just talk to you?

Those thoughts were cut off as Rio leaned her head to meet Agatha for a passionate kiss. Rio desperately lapped at the rest of Agatha’s face, cleaning your cum off of her.

“You always taste so good pet,” Rio husked before kissing you. You sucked her bottom lip and could still faintly taste yourself on her.

“And now we get to share you, like we should have done all along,” said Agatha, scratching your head

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[ao3 link-> https://archiveofourown.org/works/66671590]

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Fake It ’Til You Make It

Leo’s in a bit of a pickle.

His best friend Jason just lied to his old comrades that he and Leo are dating. Instead of telling the truth like any normal (albeit slightly boring) person would, Leo comes up with the brilliant idea of acting like they really are together. They only have to spend, what? Three days? Three days in New Rome to celebrate the fifth anniversary of the Giant War ending. They could totally keep up the act for that long.

Only, he starts to realize it may not be as much of an act as he thought it was.

(summer solstice gift to @demigod-shenanigans or @eleenadume! had tons of fun writing this, hope you like it! fic under the cut)

edit: forgot to tag @pjo-equinox-solstice-exchange

~*~

Things were going pretty well for Leo considering he had died five years ago. Briefly, he should add. Very briefly. That was the way he preferred it.

But enough about that. He was going into his third year of college at a nice place near Camp Half-Blood with his best friend, Jason, he got to visit his half-siblings on the weekends when he didn’t have too much homework, he worked part time at a nearby garage, and his other best friend Piper was always just an Iris message away. Or one not-really-road trip on Festus, if he was getting bored with New York scenery. All things considered, Leo had it pretty good.

He was moving into a new apartment for the fast approaching fall semester when Jason burst in, looking like he had just ran a marathon in the Sahara. “Leo,” he groaned, “I fucked up.”

The first thing Leo noticed when he turned around was Jason’s obvious distress. The last time Leo had seen him so upset was when a few empousai had broken into their dorm in the middle of the night. But even when Leo knew his friend was under pressure, like during finals season of Sophomore year (when he had decided to take the hardest classes available for some ungodsly reason), Jason did an impeccable job of hiding his stress beneath that charming smile of his.

Which is why Leo knew that if Jason was acting as jumpy as he was now, something was wrong. Add on the fact that he was wearing the thousand yard stare of a spooked puppy, and you could assume that the world was ending.

Leo let the t-shirt and the clothes hanger he had been attempting to wrestle it onto clatter to the floor of his closet. “You good, dude? What happened?”

“I am not good.” Jason ran a hand over his face like the exhausted dad in a 90’s sitcom. “They think we’re dating. I-I was talking about you and now they think we’re dating.”

Leo, who was starting to wish closed captions existed in real life, grabbed Jason by the shoulders and sat him down on the bed. “Hold your horses, bucko,” he advised. “Who is they? How about you take it from the top—slowly, this time.”

Jason took a deep breath and placed his hands over Leo’s, which were still resting on his shoulders. “Ok, so, New Rome is throwing that party to celebrate the five year anniversary of the Giant War ending, right? I was calling Gwen and Dakota because I haven’t seen them in a while and they’re gonna be there.”

“Okay,” Leo encouraged, thinking Jason could use it at the moment.

“They asked me how school was.”

“Okay.”

“I told them it was starting soon and that I was gonna be rooming with you.”

“Mhm.”

“Only I didn’t say that.”

“What did you say?”

“I said we were moving in together, and I guess they took that to mean we were, you know, partners. And not broke college students that have to have roommates if they want to afford rent.”

“Ah.” Leo clicked his tongue. “I see.”

“They said we were cute together, if that makes you feel any better.”

It did, weirdly, but Leo didn’t say that. “And you didn’t say anything?”

“I didn’t deny it, if that’s what you're asking,” Jason mumbled, breaking the eye contact he had so far maintained with Leo. He opted to look down instead, transfixed by the mundane grey carpet.

Leo knew Jason wasn’t a dumb man. He was just… stubborn. And maybe a little socially incompetent, but spending your formative years surrounded by wolves and your fellow child soldiers could do that to a guy. Most of all, Jason was eager to impress, or more accurately, scared to disappoint. Leo guessed he faltered in the heat of the moment on the call and went along with what Dakota and Gwen had assumed. Poor guy, Leo thought at the same time the ridiculousness of the situation hit him.

Stifling a disbelieving laugh, Leo sat down on the mattress next to Jason. “What do you want me to do about it?”

Jason shrugged defeatedly. “I dunno.”

“Why don’t you just come clean to them?”

Jason met Leo’s eyes again with his watery looking blue ones. His mouth was downturned in a tiny little pout. “That’d be weird. Imagine if I IM’d them again, five minutes after we ended the last one, just to tell them I lied to them about being with you? That’s awkward.”

Leo scoffed. “Your social anxiety wins out over telling the truth?”

“When you put it like that, anything’s gonna sound dumb, Leo,” Jason huffed, pout intensifying.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” Leo apologized, fighting to keep the laugh out of his voice as an amusing idea sprouted in his head. “So, how long are we gonna be in New Rome for the party?”

Jason squinted at him. “Three days,” he answered skeptically.

Leo grinned. “Feel free to cut me off any time, but I’ve got a stupid, stupid idea.”

“Your stupid is anyone else’s genius.”

Leo laughed Jason’s words off. “God, you’re such a dork. But hear me out: we could totally just pretend we are together.”

Jason’s eyebrows raised, but he didn’t make any effort to stop Leo.

“Only thing is we’d have to get our story straight, but other than that, it’d be easy to pull off.” Leo curled a lock of his hair around his finger, flopping back on the bed, watching closely to see Jason’s reaction.

The blond nodded seriously, though his stoic appearance was somewhat marred by the telltale blush painting his cheeks. “Alright. Yeah, we could do that.”

“Pipes would have our heads if we’d been together more than a week and not told her about it,” Leo pointed out. “That means that by the time the trip rolls around, we can’t have been together for longer than, like, a few days.”

Jason nodded, resting his chin on his hand. “Right. So, we’ll get together a couple days before the celebration. What are we going to tell people when they ask how we got together?”

“Good question,” Leo hummed as he grabbed a teddy bear from the moving box next to his bed and hugged it to his chest, playing with the pom pom on the stuffed animal’s hat. Having something to occupy his hands helped him think. “Uh, give me a second. On the verge of greatness here.”

Jason snorted and fell flat on the bed next to Leo. “Aren’t you always?”

“Of course I am, nerd,” Leo mumbled into the teddy’s fur. He sat up slowly as another idea assembled itself in his mind. “Okay. Picture this, Jace: it’s movie night. We’re watching some romance movie, like, uh, The Notebook. Yeah. We’re watching The Notebook side by side on the couch, with all the lights turned off, and the stars coming out, and a bowl of popcorn we’re sharing between us. And while the main characters make out in the rain, you lean over the popcorn and plant a kiss on my lips, and, well, one thing leads to another. Boom! Boyfriends.”

Jason, who had been getting progressively pinker as Leo kept speaking, scratched at his head. “I’ve never seen The Notebook,” he managed after a while.

“We’re gonna fix that, don’t you worry,” Leo assured. “But that’s not all, because you don’t just kiss somebody in the middle of a movie without pining for a million years first, right?”

Jason flushed red. He grunted, which Leo took as an affirmative.

“If they ask when we fell in love, it’d just make sense for you to say you’ve loved me since our first quest because I’m so awesome,” Leo continued.

“Yeah,” Jason squeaked.

“As for when I fell in love with you, it’s gotta be something embarrassing. Not for me, though,” Leo added with a sly grin.

Jason frowned, making the scar on his upper lip twitch. “Why’s it gotta be embarrassing for me?”

“You got us into this mess, and I’m certainly not gonna let you get off scot-free for it. Besides, losers are my type,” Leo joked with a wink.

If he had been paying more attention to his fake boyfriend-to-be, Leo would’ve noticed Jason choke on his own spit.

“Ooh, what about that one time you came back to the Argo sopping wet after the quest Hercules sent you and Piper on?” Leo snickered. “It was… strangely endearing, if a little pathetic.”

Jason sighed dejectedly. There was no doubt this was going to be a long trip.

Leo would be lying if he said he never got pangs of fear when he looked down at the world from his seat on Festus, but he’d also be lying if he said he never felt a rush of freedom as the landscape whirred past below him.

There was just something about feeling the wind against his face, something intoxicating about the air pushing his hair every which way, something light and untethering about being above it all, even just for a moment. It was exhilarating. Leo wouldn’t give up the privilege to fly for the world.

Festus was circling the parking lot of one of New Rome’s official looking buildings, finally touching down after hours of travel. The dragon laid down on the asphalt, allowing Leo and the others to slide down his bronze plating with ease.

“Are they here yet? Where are they? Did they say to meet in the square or the fountain?” Piper asked, head on a swivel, searching for their friends.

“We’re meeting at the fountain in the square,” Jason answered, “and we rode in on a giant metal dragon. If they aren’t here yet, they’ll be here soon.”

“You go have fun, boy,” Leo cooed to Festus, patting his snout and waving away the smoke that came from it. “Try not to eat any satyrs.”

“Fauns,” Jason corrected.

“Try not to eat any fauns,” Leo amended. Festus trundled off into the city, most likely to scare the hell out of whichever poor soul worked the drive-thru of New Rome’s McDonald’s.

“Is that Reyna?” Piper questioned, tapping Jason’s shoulder and pointing to the plaza next to them. “Oh my god, it totally is. Reyna!” She shouted, proceeding to bolt into the square and tackle Reyna into a hug.

Leo followed her like the dutiful best friend he was. He didn’t check if Jason was behind him; he didn’t have to. He could always count on the fact that the guy’s first instinct was to trail on his heels like a lost puppy.

“Has she gotten taller?” Leo whispered to Jason.

Jason shrugged. “Must be a child of a war goddess thing.”

Leo sighed theatrically. “Great. I cap off at fifteen and she’s getting taller into her twenties. That’s gotta be unnatural.”

“We’re demigods. Unnatural’s in the job description,” Jason muttered to Leo, grinning hard as Reyna detached herself from Piper and moved to give him a hug. “Reyna! It's been too long.”

She nodded, patting Jason on the back. “It has. When was the last time you visited? Was it when you were building the shrine to Fides here?”

Jason thought for a moment. “Something like that. Was it Fides or Laverna, though?”

“Might’ve been Laverna,” Reyna supplied.

Leo tuned them out somewhere around the fourth time the name Fides was said. He was satisfied leaving the minor Roman gods and goddesses to them—it wasn’t like he could name more than five, anyways.

Instead he flopped down on a bench next to Piper and kicked his feet while he waited for their other friends to arrive. Or for the conversation topic to change to something he could actually weigh in on. Whichever came first. Evidently, it was the former, since Percy and Annabeth appeared over the crest of the hill while Jason and Reyna were discussing plans for their next shrine.

Annabeth was wearing a New Rome University sweatshirt, logo matching the one on Reyna’s purple tee. She had her fingers interlaced with her boyfriend’s and a smile that reached her eyes and then some. Percy, for his part, was toting a tupperware in his other arm, toothily grinning ear to ear.

Seeing them being so in love reminded him that, for the time being, he was supposed to be Jason’s boyfriend. He hurriedly grabbed Jason’s hand in his and hoped he’d get the memo.

When he looked over at Jason, though, Jason was already looking back. He was one step ahead, really, fixing Leo with his sharp blue eyes turned soft now that he was in their sights. It made a flutter of butterflies arise in his stomach. Jason was a better actor than he suspected; he must have practiced in the mirror or something.

Percy jogged the rest of the way to where everybody else was standing, Annabeth close behind. “Hey, guys!” He held up the tupperware like it was a trophy. “We made brownies!”

“We used Aphros’ recipe, Jason,” Annabeth added, trying not to laugh at the way Jason visibly perked up. He loved those brownies, ever since he had had the first one on the Argo, and Leo knew this better than anyone (Jason had been ridiculously happy when Hazel had given him the recipe. He always asked to make them whenever Leo was in a baking mood). “I thought you might like to know that. We just added some blue food coloring upon somebody’s—” she shot Percy a glare with no venom behind it—“insistence.”

“It makes everything better, Beth. You should know this by now,” Percy laughed.

Annabeth snorted. “Believe me, I do,” she said, squeezing Percy’s hand.

Leo subconsciously copied her. He jolted a little when Jason squeezed his hand back. Leo couldn’t do much else other than giggle and squeeze back even harder.

Piper noticed, because of course she did. She looked at him. She looked down. She looked back at him. She squinted, and Leo unfortunately knew that squint very well. It was the squint that said “there’s something you’re not telling me but you’re not doing as good a job of hiding it as you think you are.”

Leo didn’t have to pretend to be embarrassed, he already was. He started to realize this trip might be harder than he thought. He gave her a nervous smirk.

She quirked an eyebrow and bumped Reyna’s shoulder with her own, nodding to Leo and Jason’s joined hands. All the while, Jason was chatting with Percy and Annabeth about their senior year of college. The sound of Jason’s voice served as a nice distraction from the antsy feeling of eyes on Leo’s skin.

“One of my professors this year is rumored to be a hardass—oh.” Annabeth paused. Leo didn’t need to look to know what she had seen.

Percy frowned. “What? Beth, what’s—oh.” His grin came back full force and his eyebrows went up so high it looked painful. “What’s up with this?”

Leo fanned his face to keep from combusting, looking just about anywhere but into his friends’ eyes. This is fake, he kept telling himself, stop getting so damn flustered about it. “Tell ’em, Jace,” he ordered.

Jason blushed and did as he was told, smiling hard enough to make his cheeks hurt. “Well,” he drawled, scratching the back of his neck, “we started going out recently.”

Piper punched Leo’s arm. He had barely gotten the phrase “What was that for?” out of his mouth before she wrapped him up in a hug.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” She huffed, still hugging him. “Are best friend privileges not a thing anymore?”

“Don’t blame Leo. I was the one who wanted to wait until we were all here for the party to tell everyone. And besides, we’ve only been together three days,” Jason argued.

Reyna nodded. “Makes sense. Congratulations, by the way.”

Percy clapped Jason on the back. “Yeah, congrats, guys! Proud of you two.”

“Same here,” Annabeth chimed in. “How’d it happen, anyway?”

Jason swung his and Leo’s hands back and forth as he spoke. “Well, we were watching Titanic—”

“The Notebook, dumbass,” Leo corrected.

“We were watching The Notebook, and, well, we…” Jason gestured with his free hand in a way that helped absolutely no one understand the situation.

“He kissed me, I kissed him,” Leo finished for him. “Badda-bing badda-boom, and here we are.”

“What he said.”

“That’s it?” Piper asked. “I mean, you do you, but that’s… surprisingly forward for you, Jason.”

Jason cracked a smile. “You’re right about that, but it was about time, don’t you think?”

Piper laughed. “I do. I really, really do.”

Leo was lucky he had Roman friends, otherwise he and Piper would have gotten lost ten times over on the way to the bar the group was headed to. Well, a bar and restaurant, since Jason didn’t drink and Nico and Hazel couldn’t legally (though Leo had a sneaking suspicion she could outdrink him if she wanted to).

It was dark outside now, streetlights illuminating either side of the road. A figure leaned on the lamp nearest to the bar’s door. They looked like they were waiting for Leo and the others to arrive. For a moment, Leo felt on edge, and was about to bring out a couple hammers from his toolbelt when the figure beamed at them and shouted Jason’s name.

“Thalia!” Jason shouted back, running to his sister and getting scooped up in a mutual bear hug. “When did you get here?”

“Literally, like, ten minutes ago. Me and the rest of the hunters are crashing in Diana’s temple and we just finished setting up. Reyna IM’d and told me you guys were coming here—” she waved her hand dismissively at her surroundings—“so I figured I might as well beat you.”

Leo gave her an awkward wave as he and the others approached. She gave him a scowl that made him regret just about everything that had led him up to this moment. Why did stupid, compensating heterosexual fifteen year old Leo have to flirt with a scary girl who had pledged to never like boys? All the hints had been there to begin with and now they were biting him in the ass. “Hi, Thalia,” he offered, rushing to enter the bar and hoping she wouldn’t follow.

The Fates apparently hated his guts, judging by the way the hunter grabbed him by the arm before he could get in. “You all go ahead. Me and repair boy here need to have a talk.”

Jason angled his head to one side. “Okay? Have fun,” he bidded, kissing Leo’s cheek so casually that Leo almost didn’t notice.

Piper mouthed the words good luck as she ducked into the bar. Leo had a feeling he was going to need it.

“So…” Leo started once he and Thalia were the only ones left.

“You’re dating Jason,” Thalia stated, going straight for the jugular.

Leo twiddled his thumbs, looking down at his hands rather than at Thalia. Her electric blue eyes were even more startling than her brother’s. “I am. How’d you know? Piper didn’t even find out until this afternoon. Was it the kiss, or…?”

“I have my ways,” Thalia claimed.

Leo raised an eyebrow. “Was it Reyna?”

Thalia huffed. “…yeah. And the kiss, too, but like, mostly Reyna.”

“Okay,” Leo said, nodding along. He didn’t know why he was prolonging this interaction when all he wanted to do was get drunk, so he shut his trap.

“Anyways. I just wanted to ask you a few questions,” she asserted, taking out a dagger from inside her leather jacket and examining it like it was a plaything and not a deadly weapon.

She sure knew how to scare a guy. Leo guessed it came from experience.

His eyes widened. “Yeah, uh, yeah, sure, go ahead.”

Thalia took a few steps forward, waving the knife to emphasize her words. “You like him? Jason?”

Leo had to think. Genuinely think. He’d been toying with the idea of liking Jason in a more than just friends way ever since he felt the feeling of Jason’s hand in his and Jason’s lips on his cheek. Especially after seeing that cute, lovestruck look in Jason’s eyes whenever Leo looked at him only to find he had already been looking back. Even if, in the back of his mind, he knew that look was fake.

“Yeah. I do,” Leo answered.

Thalia nodded. It seemed like he had chosen the correct response. “Good. Good. And you aren’t gonna hurt him?”

Leo balked. “What? Why would I—”

“Because if you do,” Thalia cut in, pointing the dagger’s tip at him and fixing him with a withering glare, “your death will be painful.”

He chuckled nervously and went a little cross eyed staring at the knife pointed at his neck. “I feel a little like we went from zero to sixty pretty quick there. Could we maybe be more rational about this—”

“I will set you loose in the woods and hunt you like a deer if you hurt him. That is a promise,” Thalia insisted with a glower.

“Okay,” Leo squeaked. “Honestly kind of flattered you think I could hurt Jason.”

For one thing, Leo was almost laughably weak for Jason. If Jason asked, Leo answered. Jason wanted? Leo got. Jason looked even the slightest bit sad? Leo cracked every joke in the book trying to get that scarred lip to smile. He could never hurt Jason, not in a million years.

Oh, and the guy was built like a bull, so Leo could forget about hurting him physically.

Thalia rolled her eyes. “I was just making sure. Gods forbid a sister worries about her baby brother.”

“Your baby brother is twenty one.”

“Shut up. I have a knife and you don’t,” Thalia said, punching him in the shoulder and shoving him into the bar.

“Ow! Uh, bye,” Leo managed before she slammed the door shut behind him.

Rubbing his sore shoulder, he scanned the crowd for his friends. Luckily, Jason and Frank were pretty easy to spot, given they could pass as giants if they felt the need to. He slid into the barstool next to Jason’s and ordered a glass of whatever he had pointed to on the menu. Piper and Reyna were poring over the drink list next to him, trying to decide what to get. Frank, Hazel, and Nico (who just materialized out of the shadows somewhere along the way) were sitting at a table and sharing a basket of fries and leftover brownies while Percy and Annabeth danced together out on the floor.

“Are you okay? What did Thalia say to you?” Jason asked, eyebrows knitted together like he was trying to solve a particularly hard puzzle.

Leo scoffed. “Aw, it was nothing. Just some trash talk—classic protective older sister stuff.” He got his drink, which turned out to be something piña colada adjacent, and took a big sip.

“Alright, if you say so,” Jason surrendered, still looking concerned. “So, how long do you want to stick around for?”

“You kidding? I just got here, baby, and I’m not going anywhere anytime soon,” Leo swore. He barely realized what he was saying until it was already out in the open. It almost scared him, how easily the word “baby” slipped out of his mouth. He took another swig of his drink.

Later that night, when Jason deemed Leo and Piper a little too drunk to be present in public (AKA once Leo was several maybe-piña coladas deep and started doing bad karaoke to some pop song), the group parted ways. Annabeth and Percy were headed back to their apartment, while Frank and Hazel retreated to their Praetor’s quarters. Leo, Piper, and Jason were walking back to their hotel with Reyna since her building was nearby. Nico was staying at the same place as them, but all he had to do was dissolve into the darkness of night, which was in abundance due to the storm clouds blocking the moon.

Leo had had a fuzzy warm feeling festering in his stomach since he had finished his second cocktail, but he was feeling great. Amazing, even. This was the best he’d ever felt. He was in Elysium. “Woo!” He whooped for no reason.

“Woo,” Piper echoed sleepily, leaning heavily on him for support. Unfortunately, he was also leaning on her for support, so they toppled over.

Or at least, they would have if Jason hadn’t caught them. “Woah, there,” he warned. “Let’s be more careful, huh?”

“Yes, let’s,” Reyna agreed, smiling a little too hard for a completely sober person. She had had one or two drinks, if Leo remembered correctly. Considering Leo could barely remember what he just said, though, this probably wasn’t very reliable information.

“Can’t walk,” Piper whined, reaching for Reyna. “Carry me.”

Reyna obliged, crouching down so she could pick Piper up piggyback style.

Leo watched them curiously. “Uh, yeah, me too. Pick me up, Jace,” he slurred, looping his arms around Jason’s neck.

“Leo,” Jason whispered, trying to keep a squirming, giggly Leo upright, “what are you doing?”

“Not walkin’, that’s for certain. Pick me up,” Leo demanded.

Jason frowned. “Leo…”

Leo frowned right back. “You don’ love me, do you? Piper, Jason doesn’ love me!”

“Boo, you asshole,” Piper called over her shoulder, giving Jason a thumbs down.

“Thanks, Pipes,” Leo shouted back. “See, Pipes would carry me ’f I asked. Unlike you.”

Jason shushed him, but he was smiling, and Leo took that as a win. “Fine, fine, I’ll carry you. Just stop yelling, you’ll get a headache or something.”

“He loves me!” Leo cried, jumping up into Jason’s arms. “You hear that, Piper? He loves me!”

She snored in response.

“Alright, princess, let’s settle down now,” Jason laughed, wrestling Leo into a bridal carry.

Leo settled down indeed, resting his head against Jason’s chest and feeling the calming thump of the blond’s (slightly quicker than normal) heartbeat through his cheek. He closed his eyes and let himself be absorbed by the feeling.

Leo woke up in a dark hotel room to the roar of thunder and the sound of torrential downpour hitting the street. He made a sour face at the window, having been in the middle of a really good nap.

The door creaked open, revealing the large, shadowy figure of someone who was probably Jason, since Leo couldn’t see anybody in the bed opposite him. “Jason?”

“Leo?” Jason questioned. “Why are you still up?”

“Th’ storm was loud.” He tried to prop himself up on one elbow, but it kept slipping out from under him. “Where were you?”

Jason sat down on Leo’s bed, patting his hand. “I was dropping Piper and Reyna off at their places.”

“Mkay.”

Jason sighed and looked out the window. “How are we going to break it to them?” He wondered aloud.

“Break what to them?”

“That we aren’t really dating. I mean, we can’t keep this up forever and we’re bound to see everybody again sometime or another.”

“Oh,” Leo said, drawing it out lazily. That was too many words for him to process at the moment. “We could, uh, stage a breakup. We’ll say it didn’ work out.”

Jason untied his shoes, got up, and laid down in his own bed. They were only a few feet away from each other, though it felt like miles. He was looking back at Leo with glistening blue eyes. There was a wetness to them, which was probably just a trick of the moonlight. Or, that was what Leo made himself believe. “Okay,” Jason relented. His voice broke subtly, like a promise.

Leo let his eyes slide shut. “Are you upset with me?” He asked quietly, allowing his head to collapse against the pillows. He had just said what he thought Jason wanted to hear. “Did I say somethin’ wrong?”

There was the rustle of fabric as Jason settled himself into his bed. “No, Leo,” he claimed. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m not upset with you.”

Leo reached out, hand closing around thin air. “’Kay. G’night, Jason.”

“Goodnight, Leo.”

Leo had never gotten why people shared those crazy hangover cures online. Who would ever be desperate enough to drink egg yolk?

That was, he had never gotten it until that morning.

The first thing he noticed after waking up was the pounding in his head. The fluorescent hotel lights seemed like they had a personal vendetta against his eyes. Looking out the window was no better—he guessed Apollo had decided to be an asshole and turn the sun up to 200% brightness. He rolled onto his front and buried his head in the pillow, groaning.

“Morning, sunshine,” Piper greeted, poking him in the cheek.

Leo groaned again. “Why are you so happy? You should be dying, like I am.”

“Nectar,” she stated. She held out a paper cup to him. “Want some?”

He took it eagerly and downed it. It tasted like the cinnamon milk his mama used to make him whenever he couldn’t sleep. “Thanks,” he rasped. “Why are you in my room?”

Piper picked up a pile of her clothes from the floor. “Jason let me in and also I need you to help me decide what to wear.”

“Wear to what?”

She frowned at him. “Don’t tell me you don’t know.”

He sat up and shuffled out of bed, stumbling over to the window and shutting the curtains. “Enlighten me, Pipes. What are we getting ready for?”

“There’s a whole banquet we have to attend in—” she checked her watch—“one hour. Jason didn’t tell you?”

“I have no clue where Jason even is, dude,” Leo huffed, running a hand through his hair. “Although he did tell me to pack something formal.”

“Jason’s in the bathroom.”

“He betrayed me. If I’d known there was gonna be a party, I’d have packed something fancier than a single button up.” Leo flopped down onto Jason’s bed, which had been perfectly made prior to the fact. “I’m lucky I decided against the Hawaiian shirt. It’s really an eyesore.”

“I don’t know why you keep it around, to be honest,” Piper added.

“It’s a charming eyesore,” he protested. “I’d never wear it to a banquet, but it could be a summer thing for sure.”

Piper laughed. “Keep telling yourself that. Anyways, pants or skirt?” She asked, holding up tan slacks and a knee length brown skirt. She had a blouse draped over her shoulder.

He thought for a moment. “Uh… pants?”

She nodded curtly, letting the skirt drop back to the floor and kicking off her shoes.

Leo began digging through his suitcase, searching for the most decent looking things he could find. He secured the button up, but it was all wrinkled. He normally wouldn’t have cared about it, but he just knew Jason was going to be dressed to the nines, so he felt the need to put in a little more effort.

He came up empty when searching for pants that were passable. Curse him for only owning seven copies of the same jeans and cargos. “On second thought, you think I could borrow those pants?” He asked, offering a crooked smile.

“You only have jeans in there, don’t you?” Piper sighed as she peeked over the side of the bed. “Knew it.”

“Pretty please?”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, you can borrow the pants. But I want access to your overall collection next time I visit you, you hear me?”

“I don’t get your obsession with them, but sure,” Leo agreed. “Thanks, Pipes!”

“You’re welcome,” she sing-songed, going back to getting dressed.

Leo overturned his suitcase and continued rooting through it. Funny t-shirt, mildly funny t-shirt, honestly kind of cringey t-shirt, blue jeans, blue jeans, cargo pants… no tie. “Uh, Piper,” he began, “any chance you have a tie?”

“No. But I have a bandana,” she offered, chucking the piece of fabric at him. “Figure it out.”

Leo made a face at her over the edge of the bed. “Thanks, I guess. I’ll totally go to this banquet looking like Alan Grant.”

Piper laughed. “Stop pretending you think that’s a bad thing. I’m pretty sure you only watch Jurassic Park for him.”

“Nuh-uh. The dinosaurs are cool, too,” Leo protested.

She laughed again. “Whatever you say, hot shot.”

It was then that Jason decided to emerge from the bathroom, purple toga carefully draped over his Pontifex Maximus tunic. It had intricately embroidered patterns in gold and purple lining the sleeves and collar. A laurel crown sat atop his head, making him look like some kind of god—the god of fine golden hair and clear blue skies, maybe, or the god of people Leo Valdez was hopelessly, irrevocably in love with.

“You look like a dork,” Leo said. What he meant was “you are the most beautiful person on the planet and it is an honor to breathe the same air as you.” Must have been a slip of the tongue.

Jason scrunched up his nose and pinched the bridge of it. “And you’re not even dressed. Let’s save the conversation for once you’re ready.”

“Not beating the dork allegations,” Piper commented as she headed into the bathroom to change.

Once everybody was looking acceptable, the three of them walked with Reyna, Percy and Annabeth to New Rome’s central plaza, where the banquet was being held. Jason and Leo fell behind, hand in hand, while everybody else talked about anything and everything.

“Y’know, I really do like the whole getup.” Leo leaned up to whisper in Jason’s ear. “Even if you do look like a dork.”

Jason laughed softly, covering his mouth behind his hand. “Leo.”

“What? I just said you looked hot.”

“Leo.”

He elbowed Jason in his side. “Joking, I’m joking. Or am I…?”

“Oh my gods, Leo, cut it out,” Jason snorted, letting go of Leo’s hand only to wrap his arm around his waist and pull him flush to his side.

“Get a room!” Percy heckled, acting like he and Annabeth hadn’t been sighted doing the same thing.

“Shut it, Jackson,” Jason retorted, never taking his eyes off Leo.

Somehow, they wound up standing in the midst of the banquet crowd without tripping over their own feet. Leo and Jason were lingering near the edge of the dance floor, unable to get much of anywhere with people constantly coming up to them to mingle, or worse, discuss business. One nameless official or acquaintance after another would start bothering Jason while Leo was just trying to drag his fake boyfriend to the snack table.

Leo was in the middle of one of these endeavors when a group of more familiar faces stopped them. There was Hazel, Frank, and Nico, having arrived separately from the rest of the Seven and company, as well as a couple of Jason’s old Centurion friends.

Jason smiled from ear to ear and went in for a big hug. “Gwen, Dakota, so nice to see you after so long,” he greeted. Leo was horrified to realize he was being gestured at once they were done saying their hellos. For all he pretended to love attention, he really, really didn’t, at least when it came to people he didn’t know all that well. “You already know Leo.”

Leo plastered on a practiced smile and offered a wave. “Hey.” Surrounded by Romans dressed in elegant togas and jewelry, Leo was beginning to feel out of place—like the singular donut in a box of eclairs. “How’s it hanging?”

“All good, dude,” Dakota answered, twirling a goblet of what smelled like fruit punch.

Gwen beamed at him. “Congratulations on getting together! Hazel tells us it was a long time coming.” She laughed good naturedly.

“It was,” Hazel chimed in.

Frank nodded beside her. “Unbearable, really.”

“Like reading seventeen slow burn novels in a row,” Nico added, “and if every time a couple was on the verge of getting together, you had to skip to the next book.”

Gwen’s smile never faltered. “How exactly did it happen?”

Jason rested a had on the small of Leo’s back. “Well, we were watching The Fault in Our Stars—”

“The Notebook.”

“Yes, that. And during the kissing scene, we, y’know, kissed.”

At some point, Dakota had politely excused himself to go grab another serving of punch, but Gwen was still there, smiling widely as ever. “That’s so sweet! How long have you two been in love?”

Leo blanked. Everything he had memorized about him and Jason’s fake love story flew out of his head. “Uh…”

“I’ve loved him for a long time,” Jason started.

If Leo couldn’t remember anything before, he had no hope of recalling it now, because Jason had such a velvety tone to his voice and was looking at Leo like he was what made the world turn.

“It must have been the end of our first quest when I realized it, though,” Jason continued, sighing dreamily. There was this distant look in his eyes, like he wasn’t really aware of what he was saying, just letting the words cascade out of his mouth. “He’s so amazing. He’s smart and funny and brilliant and inventive… I could go on and on. What’s not to love?” A soft smile creeped onto his lips.

Leo brought a hand up to his mouth, biting his fingernails as he giggled like a jackass. He knew it was a bad habit, Jason had told him as much, but he had to have something to do with his mouth otherwise he’d wind up saying something a little too truthful. “I think it’s been since I was building the Argo,” he said, toying with the belt loop of his pants. “You were there for me when not a lot of people made the effort. That, uh, that meant a lot.”

Gwen let out a low whistle. “That’s an awfully long time to be pining after one person. You’re stronger than I.”

“It’s cute,” Hazel observed. “I’m proud of y’all for finally getting together. You deserve each other.”

Leo flushed red. “Thanks,” he gushed at the same time Jason did. They shared a shy glance, lasting only a split second before looking away.

It was only when the sun began to set that the party died down. People started saying their goodbyes and wandering off into town.

“We have time to kill before we have to meet Piper and Reyna for dinner,” Leo pointed out. “I was thinking, maybe you could show me around? I, um, I haven’t really had a chance to see New Rome outside of this trip, and I know you think of this place as your first real home, so, like, I just thought it would be nice—”

“I’d love to!” Jason exclaimed, grabbing Leo’s hand with both of his. “Oh my gods, I need to show you the bakery, and the park, and you’ll love the theater. It’s outdoors. I think they only do productions on Saturdays, though,” he rambled, excitedly leading Leo out of the plaza and out into town.

Leo was only half-listening as Jason talked about all he wanted to show him, distracted by the enthusiastic gleam in the blond’s eyes and the wide, eager grin he wore. The warm shadows cast on him by the orange sun melted off his skin like ice cream on a sidewalk in summer.

“My ambrosia used to taste like the brownies from that place over there,” Jason said, pointing with the hand not entangled with Leo’s to a building across the street. “When we were both centurions, on our days off, me and Reyna would walk there and then help out at the community garden. It’s just down that road.”

Leo nodded, rubbing the back of Jason’s hand with his thumb.

They crossed into another one of New Rome’s many squares, or perhaps a better description would be a miniature park. A huge statue of a historical looking guy stood in the middle, fenced off with bushes planted at the foot of the figure. “This is Diocletian,” Jason explained. “He was my favorite emperor growing up. Nico and I had to fetch his scepter in Salona, remember?”

“You had a favorite emperor growing up?” Leo scoffed. “Scratch that, of course you did.”

Jason pouted. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re literally dressed like—” Leo motioned up and down Jason’s body, and looked pointedly at the statue—“like the guy. Uh. Deus ex machina,” he butchered on purpose.

Jason laughed, a loud, full laugh. Leo could feel it in his bones. “Diocletian. And I suppose I see your point.”

Leo grinned. “I knew you’d see the light.”

They continued through downtown, arriving at the theater that was etched into the side of a hill. The seats were empty except for a few people tapping away on their laptops or reading books, scattered amongst the rows of seating. From the bottom, Leo and Jason could see the sun set over the Pacific.

Stars were coming out in the sky above, but Leo wasn’t paying attention. He kicked his legs up onto the bench and rested his head on his knees. He put a hand on top of Jason’s and snuck a glance at the man beside him.

There was practically nobody around. There was nothing, no one, saying they had to keep the act up, yet Jason hadn’t moved his hand away from under Leo’s. In the starlight, he looked as though he was chiseled from marble, elegant and unmoving. Leo closed his fist around Jason’s palm, squeezing. Absentmindedly, Jason threaded their fingers together and squeezed back.

Leo wished their dinner plans would be canceled.

Leo wished they could pretend forever.

Leo wished tomorrow would never come.

Tomorrow came anyway, because the universe hated Leo Valdez.

He blinked himself awake to the sound of curtains being opened and the feeling of warm sun hitting his skin. Grumbling, Leo threw the covers over his head, curling up under the blanket.

There was a chuckle from outside Leo’s cocoon, getting louder as Jason approached. Then, the sheets were lifted a sliver, letting Jason peek through along with rays of golden sunlight. “Good morning,” Jason greeted, probably smiling a really nice smile that Leo unfortunately couldn’t see.

Leo hummed. “Mmh,” he responded eloquently.

Jason lifted the blankets higher, folding them back over so that they were no longer covering Leo’s head. “We’ve gotta pack up now.”

“Why?” Leo whined, trying to scoot back under the covers. “It’s so early.”

“It’s 11:00. And we’re meeting everybody for brunch in half an hour.”

“Can’t you do it for me?” Leo pleaded, fixing Jason with his best doe eyes.

Jason shook his head mockingly. “No, I’m afraid not,” he cooed. “I’m already done with my luggage, so I’m gonna go take a shower and change out of my pajamas. And you—” he reached out to poke Leo on the nose—“are going to clean up the clothes you threw everywhere yesterday.”

“Sir, yes, sir,” Leo huffed, shuffling off of the bed, grabbing all the clothing he had rooted through the day before. Picking up a sock, he aimed for his still open suitcase and inexplicably landed it right in the middle (considering he normally couldn’t land an arrow on a target, it was nothing short of a miracle). He was about to celebrate when he realized there was nobody else to celebrate with him, at which point he pouted and folded a pair of pants without thinking about it.

Leo never really had to think about what he was doing with his hands, especially not when the task was as simple and repetitive as folding clothes. This gave him plenty of time to think. Unfortunately, thinking was exactly what he had been trying to avoid the whole trip.

Stacking the clothes that would comprise his outfit for the day next to his suitcase, his pesky mind floated back to the topic of Jason. He rifled through his memories of the past few days, smiling and giggling to himself when his favorites came back to him. Jason kissing him (however performatively) on the cheek, Jason looking at him like he hung the stars, Jason taking him by the hand and whisking him around the city he grew up in.

A distinct sort of dread wormed its way into Leo’s heart when he remembered it was all supposed to end as soon as they returned home.

Before his self-pitying ass could marinate in the apprehension any longer, the rainbowy haze of an Iris Message appeared before him. Piper’s crisp voice came through. “Hello? Hello? Are you gonna be here soon?”

Leo stuck his tongue out at the image of her sitting on a bench in front of a fountain.

“Uncalled for,” she grumbled, frowning.

He sighed dramatically. “Jason’s making us pack before we go,” he answered, reluctantly serious.

“Well, pack faster, dummy, I wanna get a breakfast omelette and this restaurant only sells them up until noon. You and your boyfriend better haul your butts up here, or you’ll be sorry,” Piper menaced, pointing a threatening finger at him.

Leo meant to say something funny. He really did. He meant to hold up his hands in surrender and tell her they’d be there in twenty.

But what he really said was, “He’s not actually my boyfriend.”

Her jaw dropped. She started a single sentence multiple times, each time not being able to finish, presumably because of the sheer disbelief that had been lodged in her windpipe.

Leo scratched the back of his neck. “Listen, I—”

“You mean to tell me you never got together?” She screeched. A few bystanders in the background of the Iris Message whipped their heads toward her at the sound.

“…yes,” he admitted.

“Leo, you idiot,” Piper cried, slumping down in her seat. “You’ve been pretending you’re boyfriend-boyfriend this whole trip? Why must you torture yourself like this?”

“It was Jason’s idea!” Leo defended, knowing full well he was dead wrong. “And besides, it didn’t seem like a bad idea when we thought of it. But then I started noticing things I’d never noticed before, so now I’ve fallen head over heels onto my stupid, stupid face. And after today, we won’t have an excuse to pretend anymore, and I’m…”

“Emotionally incompetent?” Piper finished for him.

“I was gonna say sad, but yeah, that too.”

Piper buried her face in her hands, leaning forward. “Okay. Okay. I’m gonna regret asking you this, but why don’t you just tell him that you don’t want it to end?”

Leo began fiddling with the hem of his sleep shirt’s sleeve. “But what if he doesn’t like me back?” He asked shyly.

She sighed heavily, making the people around her give her weird looks again. “I knew that was too simple of a plan for you. Ugh,” she groaned. “I’m playing my daughter of Aphrodite card now.”

He gasped. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would, for the good of you and Jason’s future,” she barked. She composed herself before continuing. “As a daughter of Aphrodite, I can say with 100% confidence Jason is madly in love with you. It’s not even funny at this point. It’s embarrassing, is what it is.”

Leo huffed and crossed his arms. “How would you even know—”

“You’re doubting me? That’s a bold choice for somebody who’s only ever had one real romantic relationship.”

“Says you, with your whopping number of three, one of which was mythological comphet. By all means, maestro, carry on.”

She started to bite back, but she thought better of it. “Point taken. But Leo, you have to trust me when I say that Jason is down bad for you. Like, genuinely whipped—”

“Oh my god, hi Jason!” He interrupted, shooting Piper a nervous look before batting a hand through the Iris Message to dispel it. “Uh, sorry, she just wanted to know if we were heading down to brunch soon. Haha.”

Jason smiled and ran a hand through his hair, damp from his quick shower. He had pulled on his sky blue hoodie with the sleeves cut off, dappled with patches of embroidery from when Leo and Piper had tried to learn the craft. He had on a white t-shirt under it with light blue jeans, too. Leo began scrambling towards the bathroom, starting to feel a little underdressed.

He snagged the clothes he had put next to his suitcase—one of those nonsensical tees he and Percy got each other on holidays (this particular one said “I out pizza’d the hut and all I got was this stupid t-shirt” in roughly one thousand different Microsoft Word fonts) and a pair of his favorite cargo pants.

Before he went to change, though, he laid out the clothes on his bed and turned back to Jason. “Uh, Jason,” he stammered, tracing an imaginary pattern on the bedspread, “can we talk for a second?”

“Sure!” Jason answered, chipper. “What do you want to talk about?”

“It’s about the act we’ve been putting on for the past few days,” Leo muttered, half hoping Jason wouldn’t hear so that when he asked him to speak up, he could just say it was nothing like the coward he was.

But Jason just nodded, frustratingly stoic and upsettingly unfazed.

“What if… what if it didn’t have to be an act?” Leo gritted out. He got the sudden urge to fold in on himself and condense into a black hole just so he wouldn’t have to see Jason’s reaction.

Jason was standing against the doorway to the hall, a curious pinch in his brow. “What do you mean?” He asked, leaning forward like he was intrigued.

Leo cleared his throat. “I mean, like, we’ve been pretty convincing with the whole boyfriends thing, and in the process of fooling everybody else… we kind of fooled me, too?”

Jason was silent. That was the only thing Leo noticed about him, since he was looking anywhere and everywhere but Jason. Leo continued so he didn’t have to listen to the uneasy quiet that permeated the room any longer. “It’s just that, uh, and feel free to tell me I’ve radically misread this whole situation, but is there something between us? Or am I just delusional? ’Cause there’s a very good chance I am, I think.”

Looking back up, Leo found that Jason was wringing his hands together like he was trying to warm them up. Leo panicked a little bit.

Okay, you got him, he was panicking more than a little bit. He was panicking a lot. “Come on, man, say something. Please? We could always go back to normal if you want. Just, please, tell me what’s going on inside that brain of yours.” He attempted to laugh the awkwardness off and failed miserably.

But finally, Jason walked right up to him and scooped him up in a big old hug, squeezing him close and lifting him ever so slightly off the floor. Even though he was being squeezed to death, Leo was reasonably sure his heart became a ballerina in that moment, performing pirouette after pirouette in unbridled glee.

When Jason set him down, he still kept Leo pressed close to his chest, refusing to let him go. He buried his face in Leo’s hair, breathing him in and sighing him out with closed eyes. “Everything I said about loving you yesterday was true,” Jason confessed. It was almost too quiet to hear, but the words fell into Leo’s ears anyways, sounding like nothing less than a symphony.

Leo was currently occupied with trying not to faint like a frail Victorian woman struck with galloping consumption. “Really?”

Jason pulled away, grabbing Leo’s chin gently and tilting it up. He was smiling wide. “Yeah. Really.”

“Good. Good,” Leo said, grinning. “I’m also really ‘yeah, really’ about you.”

Jason bit his lip, trying not to laugh. “Oh yeah? Well, I’m really really ‘yeah, really’ about you.”

“Oh yeah? Really? I’m so ‘yeah, really’ about you that they should put it in a museum. The museum of dorks who are super duper in love with blonds. I’m gonna be right next to Flynn Rider from Tangled, and visitors are gonna read the little plaque about me next to my portrait, and they’re gonna be like ‘wow, this dude was really ‘yeah, really’ about this Jason guy.’”

Jason was shaking with laughter by the time Leo was done. Eventually, he shook his head fondly. “Leo,” he implored, “would you do me the honor of being my boyfriend? For real this time?”

Leo’s grin grew. “Yeah. Really.”

Jason laughed again, pitching his head back while Leo rested his chin on his chest. When Jason looked back down, he was practically right in Leo’s face. The kiss they shared was made as simple as just leaning forward, closing the space.

It was quite possibly the best thing Leo had ever experienced, and he’d experienced Elysium (and sure, it was only for a few moments while he had waited for the Physician’s Cure to kick in, but that was more than most alive people could say). Humming against Jason’s lips, Leo wrapped his arms around Jason’s neck and tugged on his hood just to have something to do with his hands. He played with the fraying edges of the fabric, then sliding down to mess with the strings, tying them into a bow just to untie them, over and over. His heart was beating out of his ribs and he could have sworn on the Styx that it jumped up and hit the roof of his throat, accompanied by the ring of a triumphant bell.

They broke apart after several millennia, or ten minutes, or maybe it had only been ten seconds. Leo couldn’t tell, but he didn’t care as long as they got to do it again soon. Somehow, they had wound up on the hotel couch, pressed against its arm, both breathing heavily and beaming at one another. They spent a humiliating amount of time just absorbing the other’s presence before Leo spoke. “I have to get up and change,” he stated.

“Yeah,” Jason agreed. “You do.”

It was then Leo became acutely aware of Jason’s arms looped around his waist. “Are you gonna let me go or what?” He snorted, playing with the hair at the nape of Jason’s neck.

“Sure,” Jason said. He didn’t make any effort to move. Leo didn’t want him to.

Things were going pretty well for Leo Valdez considering he had died ten years ago. It was only for a little while, but his friends still got touchy when he joked about it. Maybe in another decade, then.

But the present was much more important. He had long since finished his degree in engineering, he had opened his own garage with his siblings Nyssa and Jake the past year, he lived in a comfortable if small townhome, and just about every night he got to go to sleep next to the hottest guy in the world. Piper still lived in Oklahoma, but thanks to recent innovations in the field of demigod technology (made by none other than the esteemed Hephaestus cabin), she was only a phone call away.

The ten year anniversary of the Giant War’s end had warranted an even bigger celebration than the fifth, so it was only natural to hold the festivities at Camp Half Blood. “Say what you will about the Greeks, but they can throw one hell of a party,” Reyna had said earlier that evening with a sarcastic grin. She had then gone back to cheering Percy on as he chugged a bowl of fruit punch.

Once the younger campers were ushered off to bed, it wasn’t much longer until most everybody else retired, too. The partying was going to continue tomorrow morning, Leo knew that much for sure. But he was looking forward to waking his Roman friends up with noisemakers in their faces, so he didn’t tell them.

The rest of the Seven, as well as Reyna and Nico, had retreated to the Big House for a movie marathon, which was why Leo found himself cuddled up against Jason on the Big House’s loveseat, watching Pride and Prejudice. It was the third movie of the night, right after Jumanji and Singing in the Rain. Frank had transformed into a french bulldog halfway through the second movie, falling asleep on one of the million throw pillows. Annabeth and Percy were seated at the bar while Reyna searched for the champagne glasses and Piper tried her hand at making brownies. Where she had gotten the ingredients from, nobody knew, but there was a decent chance they’d be inedible. Nico was asleep on the floor. Jason had asked if they should move him to the guest room upstairs, but Hazel had shaken her head from where she was sitting upside down on the couch. “He likes the floor,” she claimed. She was right; Nico looked impossibly comfortable sprawled out on the rug.

Mr. Darcy was about to propose to Elizabeth Bennett for the first time when the clock struck midnight, making Leo sit up in realization. “Oh!” He yelped. Piper jumped in the kitchen, making her drop her spatula on the floor and grumble as she went to disinfect it. “Jason, that means it's officially our five year anniversary.” He placed a peck on Jason’s cheek, giggling delightedly when Jason returned his affection with a kiss on the lips.

Annabeth furrowed her brow and swirled her wine glass in a loop, which Leo caught out of the corner of his eye. “I thought your anniversary was four days ago,” she pointed out with a raised eyebrow.

Leo was about to take a sip of his whiskey when she said that, but he promptly spat it back out. Only a dribble of it made it back into the cup. The rest ended up in places that were going to make Mr. D yell at him later. He began coughing, but he recovered quickly, and then he started laughing.

Thing was, he and Jason had never told anyone besides Piper about the fact that they hadn’t actually been together for the first few days they had claimed to be. “It was only fake for two days! Nobody’s gonna care if we tell them,” Leo argued when Jason brought it up on their ride home after New Rome. They had already dropped Piper off at her house, so it was just them and Festus, the wind whistling through their hair and catching on the fabric of their clothes. “And Piper’s not gonna tell anybody. Except for maybe Reyna. And Reyna’s not in the habit of gossipping, so, like, it’s not like anyone we don’t want to know will know, y’know?”

Jason nodded with some difficulty, but the difficulty might’ve just been because had refused to take his head out of the crook of Leo’s neck. “You have a point,” he had said, not before pressing several ticklish kisses to the parts of Leo’s skin he had access to.

“I’m gonna crash this dragon if you keep doing that,” Leo had complained.

“Good to know,” Jason had responded, stopping with a grin that said he would tuck that information away for later.

Back in the present, Leo only laughed harder when he saw the bashful blush Jason had developed. “Uh,” his boyfriend croaked. Leo’s sides hurt.

“Guys, does anybody know where the champagne glasses are?” Reyna interjected.

“So. Uh. I don’t know how to tell you this,” Jason stuttered against a backdrop of Leo’s laughter. “But you guys remember the first two days of the five year party, right?”

Annabeth’s eyebrow climbed higher on her forehead. Predictably, Leo guffawed. He may have had too much of the spiked punch. “Yes?” She prompted.

“And,” Jason continued with a gulp, “you remember how we said we’d gotten together a few days before?”

Leo tried to stop laughing, but then Piper made a face at him like they were sharing an inside joke when he tried to slide back onto the loveseat. His laugh wasn’t loud, this time, just silent as he rocked back and forth.

“Yes,” Annabeth confirmed. The corner of her mouth quirked downwards.

Jason brought his hand to his forehead, rubbing at it exasperatedly. “Well, we lied. We hadn’t gotten together. We were just friends.”

Percy whipped around in his chair so fast that he almost fell over. “Huh? What? Wait, what?” He wiped the brownie batter off his face with a paper towel Annabeth handed him. “You… huh?”

Leo rolled off of the loveseat and back onto the floor, wheezing.

“Seriously,” Reyna interrupted, “where are the champagne glasses?”

“Were—are you together now?” Percy asked incredulously instead of answering her.

“Yes!” Jason cried. “Yes, we’re together now. It was only an act for two days! Gods, Percy, why on Earth would we have continued it for this long if it wasn’t real? And I literally asked you what flowers I should get him for Valentine’s Day last year. Dude.” He shook his head.

Percy huffed, grabbing the chocolate covered spatula from Piper and flicking it at Jason. Piper squawked and hit him in the head with it when he handed it back. She hissed curses under her breath as she washed it off once again.

Jason, now with a face and shirt speckled with brownie batter, looked down at Leo, who was wiping tears from his eyes. “I told you we should’ve told them earlier. Maybe then this—” he pointed down at his stained shirt, then to the coffee table which had taken the brunt of Leo’s spit take—“wouldn’t have happened.”

“You did not tell me we should tell them. I believe your exact words were ‘Leo, my love, light of my life, apple of my eye, are you of the persuasion that we should inform our dear friends of our little fib?’”

Jason chuckled, cleaning his batter-covered glasses on the non-batter-covered shirt. “I did not say it like that.”

“But you didn’t tell me we should tell them, either,” Leo teased. He didn’t scoot back onto the loveseat, instead deciding Jason’s lap was much more comfortable. He wasn’t wrong. Leo tapped his cheek expectantly. “Do I get a kiss for being right?”

“No,” Jason drawled, “but you do get a kiss for being the man I love.” He leaned in, grinning.

Leo knocked his forehead against Jason’s. “You’re such a dork.” With that, he closed the distance, meeting him in the middle for a kiss that was just as good as the first. It seemed like they were the only two people in the world for a moment, until…

“Guys, where the hell are the champagne glasses?”

[love-belle]

i should hate u !!!

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for when you loved them too much. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // max verstappen x fem!reader

sequel - today and tomorrow and every day after that ⋆·˚ ༘ *

warnings - language

author's note - hello!!! i really hope u like this <3 i was initially gonna do daniel ricciardo one first but i already had 1/2 of this done so i just decided to post this :) thank u sm for reading <3 i love u

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f1news y/n y/l/n and max verstappen called it quits almost a month ago and it seems like they didn't end on good terms at all. the singer, at her london show last night, threw shade at her ex-boyfriend, saying and we quote, "the next song wouldn't have been possible without this one dude who inspired it obviously. so — here's 'i should hate you'. spoiler alert, i do. thank you!" the reason for the split is still unknown but sources who claim to be close to the pair said that 'it was bound to happen — with their different goals and plans for the future," seemingly referring to the talks that y/l/n wanted to get married and verstappen didn't. both of them have yet to comment on the situation. for more details, click on the link in our bio.

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-> username nah bc he was one of the "my girl's mad at me i hope i die" kinda guys

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maxverstappen1 it's all better now

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[planetpiastri]

pairing: logan sargeant x fem!reader [no faceclaim, reader is faceless] summary: when alex's childhood friend makes an appearance on his instagram, logan is instantly smitten, but the universe insists on keeping them only as a missed connection, and alex isn't helping matters. notes: the long awaited part three! i'm currently giving all my fics a facelift, but the guilt about this update has been eating away at me, so here you guys go<3 i've decided to stop living in denial and just admit this is a full series now so here comes the (brief) angst era! [series masterlist]

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alex_albon winter break, you were fun 🫡 see you next year!

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username1 try not to say parents challenge level impossible (failed)

lilymhe he stole that car

alex_albon you promised you wouldn't tell anyone!!

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username3 guys can i confess something.... i miss yn :(

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williamsracing the boys are back and so are we 👀

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username5 RRRAAHHH I SMELL DOUBLE POINTS

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alex_albon who approved that corny ass caption

logansargeant Me alex_albon i'm gonna steal your tires

username7 even if yn has vanished off the face of the earth at least we can thank her for bringing the williams boys closer together so that we get to see them goofing off in the comments 😔

username8 yeah but it's all for show like they don't hang out off track anymore... landonorris oh are we just saying things in the comments? i wanna join!! george sleeps with a teddy bear georgerussell63 Don't drag me into this wtf alex_albon it's true, he does

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logansargeant Some bits and bobs from the break

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username9 what kind of whack british caption is that

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alex_albon i have taught you well, young padawan

username11 omg logan and oscar content we're soooo back

williamsracing Looking energized, Sarge!

username12 the fact that we never got a hard launch for logan and yn so we'll never know if they actually got together is my roman empire

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logansargeant Quick trip back over the pond before locking in 👊 bring it on season ✌️

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username16 wait did we miss a step

alex_albon that does not look like sim work

logansargeant Are you my dad or something? Get a life alex_albon DAMN

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georgerussell63 What

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username19 OSCAR WHAT DO YOU KNOW

williamsracing

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williamsracing Good times in Bahrain! See you next year, Sakhir 😉

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username20 WHAT was that strategy guys

alex_albon "good times" literally where that was nothing but pain

williamsracing ☹️👉👈 we're sowwy awex alex_albon ew wtf don't say that to me

username21 guys? yn liked? she's alive?

username22 JUSTICE FOR LOGAN'S STEERING WHEEL

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[cxvii666]

hii!!

I saw the mixtape madness and wanted to request Walk to Class by Malcolm Todd and Katsuki ^^

fucking goated combo well done 🙏

MIXTAPE MADNESS

“tell me where you're gonna be when i'm gone, you've got more of my own heart than i got”

katsuki b.

starting track...

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it’s a tuesday when it hits him.

first week, it’s nothing. just the ache of travel and change and a new time zone. he’s barely unpacked, throwing shirts into drawers like they insulted him, slamming cupboard doors, swearing at the shitty microwave that won’t stop beeping like a little bitch. it’s not that he’s homesick. he’s fine. obviously. it’s just…

it’s tuesday.

it’s 10:04am.

and he’s not passing you on the quad right now.

he doesn’t see you brushing sleep from your eyes, juggling a coffee and a tote bag, muttering about a professor who “definitely has a personal vendetta against women who use emojis in emails.”

he doesn’t hear you say “oh my god, walk faster, you toe-dragging piece of shit” when he slows down to match your pace. doesn’t get to roll his eyes and call you a dumbass.

doesn’t get to look at you.

and it sucks.

like, actually. in a real, physical way. he feels it in his ribs.

katsuki doesn’t do feelings. he doesn’t do crushes. he definitely doesn’t do whatever this is, where he’s thinking about your dumb laugh and your dumb hair and your dumb everything while trying to microwave leftover rice in a dorm that smells like antiseptic and ambition.

but this is you.

and he never said it—never got the words out—but it was there. in the way he always walked you home even when your dorm was out of the way. in the way he gave you shit for your shitty music taste but never once told you to turn it off. in the way he’d pretend not to notice when you stole his hoodies and “forgot” to return them.

he was supposed to say something before he left.

was gonna pull you aside and say, “look, i’m not gonna lie, i like you. and i don’t wanna come back and find out someone else got there first.”

but he didn’t.

just packed. let kirishima hug him goodbye. flipped off denki. told you “later” like it was supposed to mean something.

now it’s been six weeks.

six tuesdays.

and you’re still posting the occasional story—your usual chaos: blurry concert pics, a shot of your notes next to a monster energy can, your roommate passed out face-down in a pile of laundry—but katsuki’s going through them like he’s analyzing battle footage.

there’s one from last week—just you, sitting on the grass, legs stretched out, headphones in. sun in your face. hoodie he knows is his pulled over your knees like a blanket. caption says something dumb, like “brain soup today 🫠.”

and that’s it.

no shadow in the frame. no mystery hand. no extra cup of coffee or tagged username or suggestive angle.

just you.

in his hoodie.

alone.

and somehow, that’s worse.

he keeps telling himself you’re busy. maybe you forgot about him.

maybe you’re moving on.

but you wore his hoodie.

and katsuki doesn’t know what the fuck to do with that.

on friday, kirishima calls during his break, mouth full of something crunchy and definitely not FDA approved.

“yo,” he says, “talked to your bestie the other day.”

“why?” katsuki asks immediately on defence, not even caring about the fact that he instantly knows his friend is talking about you.

“because she’s my friend, dude. chill.” crunch. “anyway, she was asking how you’re internship is going. said you’ve been quiet.”

katsuki runs a hand down his face. “yeah well. been busy.”

“mmhm.” more chewing. “she looked kinda bummed.”

“’cause i didn’t text her?”

“maybe. maybe she just misses you.”

“she didn’t say that.”

“no,” kirishima admits. “but she didn’t have to.”

that night, katsuki drafts something in his notes app.

hey. i know we never really said anything before i left. but i miss seeing you on tuesdays.

delete.

still got my hoodie, huh?

delete.

i was gonna ask you out. before i left. just didn’t know if you’d want me to.

delete.

he stares at the screen until it fades to black. until his eyes sting and his chest does that weird tight thing it’s been doing for weeks.

he tells himself it’s fine.

you’re fine.

he doesn’t need to say anything.

you’d text him if you wanted to. right?

right?

but the truth is—

you’re not gone.

there’s no one else.

and you’ve been thinking about him too.

fuck.

....

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