#i was gonna work on it a lot today but all i got done was all the skin and blocking out hair and clothing

[astars-things]

Y/n hughes x Lando norris

based on the quadrant video (Lando Norris vs Rookie driver)

Lando leaned into the camera, his usual mischievous grin on his face as he got ready to speak.

“We don’t encourage driving without a license. We’re in a controlled environment, and yeah, please don’t try this at home. Enjoy the video!” he added, sending a wink at the camera before turning back to us.

This wasn’t Lando’s first time doing one of these driving challenges—he’d done a similar video before—but fans had been requesting we, the Hughes family, give it a go. And with the F1 and NHL seasons barely overlapping, we had exactly one week to film. The perfect timing to get some chaotic content.

The location? An empty car park, with a set of cones forming a makeshift mini track. The vibe was set for a lot of laughs and even more laughs at my expense.

“Alright, boys and girls, welcome back to another Quadrant video!” Lando said, pointing at each of us in turn. “Today we’ve got something a little different: the Hughes family versus me, the F1 driver, in a driving challenge.”

Quinn adjusted his hat, already analyzing the track like it was game tape. "What are we driving?"

"A very high-tech, high-performance machine," Lando deadpanned before stepping aside to reveal four identical small rental cars. They looked like something you’d find in a driving school. "And by that, I mean…these."

Jack burst out laughing. "These things? Oh, this is gonna be too easy."

“So,” Lando turned to me, trying to hold back a laugh, “Y/N here has never driven before. Like, at all.”

Jack scoffed. “Which is insane, by the way.”

Luke didn’t hold back. “You literally work for McLaren, you’re dating an F1 driver, and you still don’t know how to drive? I’m younger than you, and I have my license.”

Quinn was the worst. He just looked at me, deadpan. “That’s embarrassing.”

I rolled my eyes. "You guys always drove me everywhere. And then I started dating you, and you have, like, twenty cars, so…"

Next, the video cut to me in the driver’s seat of a tiny orange car, with Lando sitting beside me, and my brothers standing off to the side, ready to watch my inevitable fail.

“Alright,” Lando began, pointing to the pedals. “This is the gas, this is the brake. You only need one foot.”

I shifted awkwardly in my seat. “Wait, you get two pedals, but I only get to use one foot?”

Luke groaned. “Oh, come on.”

Jack had his hand over his face. “This is gonna be painful.”

Lando just chuckled, giving me a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Ignore them. You’re fine.” He adjusted my hands on the wheel. “Ten and two.”

“I feel like a grandma,” I muttered, already regretting my life choices.

Quinn grinned. “You look like one.”

Lando stifled a laugh, his voice turning patient again. “Alright, now, just press the gas lightly.”

I followed his instructions, and the car jerked forward like a rocket. I yelped, slamming my foot on the brake. The car came to a screeching halt.

Luke collapsed into a heap on the floor, laughing like he’d just seen the funniest thing in the world. Jack clapped his hands together, bent over in laughter. Quinn had his phone out, recording every single second.

“Y/N,” Lando said, barely keeping it together himself. “Maybe not that lightly.”

After a few more attempts—and more teasing from my brothers—I slowly started to get the hang of it. Lando was patient with me, guiding my every move, even letting me go a little faster once I looked like I wasn’t going to crash into the cones.

“I’m actually driving,” I said, my voice filled with surprise.

Lando grinned, his hand on mine. “Told you you’d get it.”

From the sidelines, Jack shouted, “You’re still going to finish last in this race.”

“Shut up, Jack!” I snapped.

Lando chuckled, giving my hand a squeeze. “You got this, love.”

[loverboysturn]

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ popular!matt and smart!reader have their first tutoring session !!

got carried away but i love these two sm :( so excited to share more of them!!! asks & requests are always open.

these two are from the same universe as popular!chris & cinderella!reader. you can find all writings here.

06.58am.

you had pulled into the parking lot of the lake, your tyres crunching against the gravel beneath you. the morning air was frozen cold, and the sun was just starting to rise, causing a golden-orange glow across the sky.

you were shocked to see matt’s car already parked, surprised he’d actually turned up before 7am. even more surprising, he’d taken your usual parking spot, the one you always claimed when you arrived. typical.

you’d swapped numbers and texted him last night, arranging with him to meet at the local riverside coffee shop. it was always quiet at this hour, and you liked the view of the water, always making sure to take a photo of the sunrise to post on your instagram story.

as you look over to the group of benches placed outside the coffee shop, your gaze lands on matt, he was wearing his letterman jacket, the one with your college’s logo stitched into the back and his surname in bold above it. he was sitting on the bench to the side, coincidentally, the one you always sat on.

you shut off the engine, and gather up all your things, hoping to get this first session with him over and done with.

when you reach him, he looks up from his phone, locking it and placing it face down before giving you one of his infamous smirks. “ah, thought for a moment you were gonna be late pretty girl,” he teases, “you’re cuttin’ it fine.”

you roll your eyes, ignoring the nickname, knowing it was probably something he said to every girl, although for some reason, it made your stomach flip, but you instantly and quite easily pushed that feeling aside.

“well, i’m surprised you’re even here.” you say, sitting yourself down on the opposite side of the bench, placing a maths textbook down between you both.

“i told you, i’m not gonna let you down.” he says, shifting slightly to make room for your stuff on the table, “so, let’s get to work. shall we?”

“what do you want to learn first?” you ask, placing your elbows on the table, leaning your chin in your hand. “what does the matt sturniolo want to learn everything about?”

he leans forward, eyes scanning the papers you had brought with you. “i dunno, maybe somethin’ easy.” he laughs, “or equations, i’m really shit at equations.”

you can’t help but let out a small giggle, shaking your head as you open the textbook, finding the section you needed on equations.

you begin explaining the first set of problems on the page, making sure to break them down, keeping it as simple and precise as possible and as much as you had expected him to not take this seriously, matt was surprisingly observant, writing down little notes here and there as you went over each step.

“any questions?” you ask him after a few minutes.

he hesitates, then goes on to ask you, “did you really think i wasn’t going to show up today?”

you raise an eyebrow, part of you did truly expect that he was going to bail, but part of you deep down, is glad he didn’t. “honestly? i did, a little.” you admit, “but i’m glad you’re here. you’re a lot smarter than you think.”

he smiles at your answer, before it slowly turns into a smirk. “any questions for me?” he asks you, mimicking your previous question to him.

“is it true that you hooked up with one of the cheerleaders who’s boyfriend is the captain of football team we’re playing on friday?” you mimic his smirk, throwing him completely off guard, playing him at his own game.

“correct.” he chuckles, admitting it. “alright, back to equations.”

for the next forty five minutes, you worked through all kinds of maths problems, and matt started to really catch on. he began to understand things easily, solving the harder math problems with more confidence as the minutes ticked by.

he stops for a moment, looking over at you, when suddenly he pushes his jacket off his shoulders and throws it over yours. “here,” he says quietly, “you’re shivering”

you glance up at him, unsure whether to be surprised or annoyed at him chucking his jacket on you. “it’s not that cold.”

“do you know how many girls would love to be in your position?” he jokes, “wearing the matt sturniolo’s jacket.”

you huff, admitting defeat as you slip the jacket on properly, the fabric swallowing you completely but the sudden warmth and scent of his cologne takes over you. “and i’m sure there’s probably been quite a few who have worn it, probably with nothing else on underneath.”

“you really think i’d let just anyone wear this? c’mon pretty girl, told you there’d be something in this for you.”

“there is something in it for me, you promised you’d make the football team stop being mean to my best friend.” you reply, narrowing your eyes, “you have to keep your side of the deal.”

“i will,” he says, holding his pinky out. “promise.”

a small smile tugs at your lips. a pinky promise seeming ridiculous, but something about it secretly makes your heart skip a beat. maybe it’s how seriously he’s taking all this. your loop your finger around his and give it a half hearted tug before pushing his hand away lightly.

“i’m holding you to that pinky promise.” you reply, before adding. “i take pinky promises seriously.”

you stand up, starting to pack your things up when matt stands too, offering a helping hand when his hand brushes against yours and for a split second, it feels… electric. you pull back quickly, mentally scolding yourself, you mustn’t let yourself get distracted by his charm.

you have always told yourself that falling in love with anyone would only bring a distraction to your studies, and you’re far too focused on your goals to let anything nor anyone throw you off track. this is just tutoring, nothing more, and you’re not about to let a boy like matt complicate things by calling you nicknames, and giving you that same smooth talk you know he uses on every girl.

you glance down at his jacket still draped over your shoulders, and you quickly shrug it off. holding it out to him, “here,” you half smile, “thanks, i’ll be sure to remember mine next time.”

he takes the jacket back without a word, before he starts walking backwards to his car, still facing you with that infamous smirk smacked on his face again, “same time, next week?”

“yep, same time next week.”

“here again? before classes start?”

“yes matt, here again. 7am.” you say, tone steady.

“i’ll be there pretty girl, 6.59.” he laughs, chucking his keys into the air before catching them.

you watch him finally turn away and get into his car, driving off. as his car disappears, you get into yours and rest your head on the steering wheel, a heavy sigh escaping your lips.

and little do you know, this tutoring thing is only the start of something you never saw coming.

[arovalentines]

watch it all go by

[mo-gxn]

GRAGEUCWJVDJVIQ

[morelikesin]

Sam's blueberry pie 🫐🥧 Which he's, as per the running joke on this blog, just as normal as U◠⁠꓃⁠ ⁠◕⁠ ⁠U

[burningcomputerpersona]

local enby shocked to realize that taking their prescribed medication actually works and they can do stuff now

[1eeminho]

love how the boss keeps telling us to not go into overtime and to not fall behind with discharge reports etc etc while its just SO much to do all the time??? and not just shit u can plan??? theres so much unhinged shit happening all the time????

[zemnarihah]

art students are suuuuch babies dude i actually can't believe all the profs are so nice i'd be grabbing people by the shoulders and shaking them and yelling "JUST REMIX THE FUCKING COLOR WHY HAVE YOU TAKEN 3 PAINTING CLASSES AND YOU STILL WONT EVEN ATTEMPT TO MATCH A COLOR THAT YOU MIXED BEFORE WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING THIS WHOLE TIME DO YOU HAVE LITERALLY NO DESIRE TO IMPROVE OR DO YOU HONESTLY THINK THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU AND THE PERSON WHO IS ALWAYS MAKING INCREIDBLE WORK IS ONLY OUTSIDE FACTORS YOU CLAIM TO HAVE NO CONTROL OVER RATHER THAN WORK AND A WILLINGNESS TO TRY CHALLENGING THINGS

[risingsunresistance]

feels weird to not have much to post, i feel like i basically disappeared off social media compared to how i used to post but. there is simultaneously so much going on (things that are boring/heavy and not fun to post about) and nothing at all going on (i have not been able to play anything very much and havent been watching anything besides random documentaries i stumble across), leading to me having nothing to say lmao

i did finally write down a bunch of hypixel worldbuilding headcanon junk instead of having it only be word-of-mouth between me and ark lol. only 1700 words, i can do better 👍 it was literally only about admin magic, what exactly it means to "hack," what a server is, and limbo kjgfhk. i might make a big post about the limbo section one day :]

[aberooski]

Every day I tell myself "all I have to do is make it through today" and I'm realizing that I don't know how I feel about the fact that I feel like I have to tell myself that every single day.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[kellystar321]

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[anothermonikan]

I don't think you can actually tell the difference between someone having a legimate issue or difficulty completing work vs someone 'just being lazy' that easily actually.

[itsalwaysdark]

itis very funny i post so much abt myself but i dont actually post that much abt what goes on day to day . mainly bc there isnt much but like. u guys arent even aware of mine and lamps current music phase .. crazy

[phagodyke]

woke up feeling ruffff but took my meds and went back to bed for a while n I feel a bit better

[neverendingford]

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