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PAIRING: modern!stalker!anakin x f!reader
Author's note: didn't know if you mean stalker!nerd!ani or just basic ani (but if you meant nerdy geek, don't worry, stuff is coming) OKAY NOT ME FORGETTING ABOUT MY SERIES OF STALKER!MAFIA!ANAKIN...
ANAKIN SKYWALKER watched you through the crack in the curtains, hand dragging slowly down the wall as if he could feel you through it. Youâre sprawled on your couch, legs spread, completely unaware that there's a pair of eyes that devour you, making sure every detail is seared into his memory. The soft curve of your legs, the way your shirt rides up just a little too high, exposing a teasing glimpse of your stomachâit all has him dizzy with need.
"Perfect," he mutters under his breath, other hand twitching at his side.
It wasnât supposed to get this far, wasnât supposed to become a nightly routine, but how could he stop? Youâve got him hooked, like a drug heâd never want to quit. He knows the routine of your evenings now: the way you kick off your shoes by the door, toss your bag onto the counter, and wander into the kitchen, humming some off-key melody that somehow drives him insane.
Tonight was no different. He adjusts his position outside, leaning against the railing as you shuffle into the kitchen. Youâre making tea, your favorite one. His tongue flicks out to wet his lips as he imagines stepping behind you, just making you feel loved, worshipped, cherished.
Your head tilts, brow furrowing slightly as your eyes scan the darkness. He steps back, hiding in the from the spot that could make you notice him, yet even from that position he caught unease in your gaze. It send a thrill through him, a delicious wave of knowing heâs gotten under your skin without even touching you.
His hand creeps down to his waistband, breath shaky as fingers brush over himself through the fabric. âFuck,â he hisses quietly, watching as you lift the steaming mug to your lips. Itâs maddening, the way you sip so innocently, as if youâre not tempting him beyond reason already.
Eyes shut for a moment, other hand curled into a fist, his forehead resting against it before his hand sped up, stroking himself to the most beautiful image playing before his eyes.
But then you do something he wouldn't ever expect. You pause mid-sip, glancing towards the window. For a moment, he freezes, pulse stopping in his throat.
Did you see him?
âOh, sweetheart,â he whispers to himself, grin spreading over his lips âYouâre starting to notice me, arenât you?â
The thought of you lying awake tonight, glancing at every corner, your heart pacing with fear and all the imagines of what could happen--itâs almost too much to bear. He palms himself harder, biting back a groan as his fantasies take over. He imagines you on that couch, moaning his name, nails digging into his shoulders, and your sweet voice trembling as you plead for something you donât even fully understand.
Would you fight him at first? Try to push him away when he finally stepped out of the dark and claimed whatâs rightly his? Or would you give in, submitting to his devotion, finally realizing you were meant to be his all along?
A soft noise pulls him from his thoughts, and his gaze snaps back to you. Youâve moved to the living room now, curling up on the couch with a blanket draped over your legs. Doing nothing but scrolling through your phone, completely unaware of what's really happening.
Anakin lets out a shuddering breath, his pupils blown wide with hunger. He canât stay out here much longer. The craving to touch, to feel, is clawing at him, burning in his veins like fire.
Soon - he promised himself - Soon youâll know.
And when you do? Youâll never have to be alone again, he'll make sure of that
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My đđ¨đŠ 24 đđđŤđđđ§đŹđĄđ¨đđŹ from 2024đ
Thanks @theplottdump for the tag, mwah! <3
-> tagging @kissalopa @sharona-sims @limeysims @mosneakers @eurosimmer @waaneco @pixelshary @pudsim @polarmoon @butteredfrogs @simsfvr @whyeverr @buildbuymode @zorteh @philodendrontrait @kazroze @marcishaun @nervousgnome @charsimsalot @enchantsims (sorry if you've been tagged/done this already! and no pressure if you dont want/can't do it, just have fun ËáľË ) and anyone whose my dummy brain forgot, please feel free to do so if you want too âĄ
I don't have screenshots for every month unfortunately, (i took an almost two year break and came back to the game for real around april of this year) so this will be just 24 random screenshots i love (in no particular order). Not much happens in my game because i don't interfere that much, but i hope this isn't too boring heh
The usual Realm of Magic shenanigans: distracting Simeon from his job, fangirling over L. Faba, and old man being old.
Ellie's house renovation was my favorite thing to decorate over the months. I'm always adding things to it, and by things i mean frogs. All of the frogs.
Her garden is also my favorite place to be. Sometimes i just like to watch the bunnies running around, the grass moving, the birds chirping... and then i remember the game is running. It's really nice though.
Change doesn't happen very often in my game, but something cute sparked between these two after i decided to stop constantly ignoring and re-rolling her wants. I'm not gonna say much about it cause - and i know it's not that serious - i'm still processing it two months later lol, maybe one day...
Life and Death was so much fun, Ravenwood is now my favorite world to visit! I had no plans of getting the pack anytime soon, so i still can't believe i got to play with it when it released (thanks little fairy âĄ)
Some of my favorite edits i've done this year. Apart from Ellie's shot (which was taken with no reshade on a day the game had some crazy good lighting), the others were done while i was trying to learn some stuff from one of my favorite editor's (strange-townie) speed edit videos. I hope i get more time this year to practice and learn more! (before & after album)
Favorite pictures of Ellie's best friends: old goofy lvl. 1 wizard relaxing in his new home & the unbothered rebel sage.
This year i also got to play with my favorite nerdy gamer boy. He was just a sim from a cas practice thing i did. I don't usually get attached to random sims i make, but for some reason he was just very special to me ( ę á´Â ę ) âĄ
I wanted to end this by saying i'm very grateful for everything i have experienced this year, and the warm welcome i've received. I'm really happy some people like my silly saturated pictures :D i promise next year i'll annoyingly fangirl and obsess over other people's lovely creations even more, so thanks for making this place such an inspiring one to be ⥠Happy holidays!â( áľ áľ áľ )ââ âšâ âš
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LIONHEART (1/2) â LN4
this fic is kind of the antithesis of my whole âcasual blogâ thing but we close our eyes!! not beta read and quite a mess. itâs also longer so i hope thatâs okay :>
Lando had always been confident.
On the track, in the spotlight, with a helmet on his head and a steering wheel in his hands. But when you told him you were pregnant, all of that certainty evaporated in an instant.
He just stood there in the middle of your kitchen, staring at you as if youâd just announced you were moving to Mars.
âYouâre joking,â he said after a beat, his voice higher than usual, almost squeaky.
âWhy would I joke about this?â you replied, holding up the positive test, your own emotions a mix of excitement and nervousness.
He blinked, his aquamarine eyes wide with disbelief, before breaking into a grin so wide it couldâve lit up the whole room. âIâm going to be a dad?â
âYes, Lando,â you said, trying not to laugh at how genuinely dumbfounded he looked.
âA dad?â he repeated, as though saying it louder would make it sink in faster.
âYes, Lando,â you said again, this time laughing outright.
He crossed the room in two strides, pulling you into his arms and lifting you off your feet.
He spun you around with an uncontainable excitement, his hoodie brushing against your cheek as he held you tight.
âThis is insane,â he mumbled into your hair. âWeâre going to be parents!â
âCareful,â you said, swatting at him lightly as he set you down. âYou donât want to shake the baby loose already.â
âOh, right,â he said, letting go and stepping back. His head jerked up as he processed your words, looking alarmed. âWait, is that a thing? Can I- are you okay? Are we okay? Is the baby okay?â
You couldnât help but laugh. âLando, I found out like an hour ago. Iâm pretty sure weâre fine.â
He paced the kitchen, running a hand through his curls as his grin came and went in waves. âA baby. Weâre having a baby. Oh my God. Do you think itâs a boy or a girl?â
âI donât know yet, Lando,â you said, sitting down on the couch to watch him spiral. âWeâll find out soon enough.â
âWhat if itâs twins?â he gasped, spinning around to face you. âOh, I should call my mum. No, wait, too soon. We need to come up with a plan first. Have you eaten today? You need to eat. Should we go to a doctor? Ooh, they need to be a really good doctor if theyâre handling my wife and baby. Should I buy baby books? Do people still read books, or do we just Google everything now?â
âLando,â you said firmly, grabbing his hand to pull him to a stop. âBreathe.â
He took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, nodding. âRight. Breathing. I can do that.â
He knelt down in front of you, his hands resting gently on your knees. âSorry, Iâm just⌠this is the biggest thing weâve ever done.â
You smiled, brushing a curl out of his face. âIt is. But weâve got this, Lando.â
He leaned forward, resting his forehead against your belly, even though it wasnât showing yet. âHi in there,â he murmured, his voice soft and filled with wonder. âIâm your dad. I canât promise Iâll always know what Iâm doing, but I promise Iâm going to love you more than anything in the world.â
â-
Lando had always been a man of routineâ wake up, train, meetings, practice, race, repeat.
But preparing to be a dad? That was a whole different kind of race.
âI need a list,â he muttered one evening, pacing the living room while you sat on the couch, trying not to laugh. âNo, like, several lists. One for baby stuff, one for the hospital bag, one for- what else do we need? Is there a book about this? Should I read a book?â
âLando,â you interrupted gently, âyouâre spiraling again.â
âIâm not spiraling! Iâm⌠planning,â he countered, though the way he was raking his hand through his curls said otherwise. âWe have to be ready, love. What if the baby comes early? What if Iâm away for a race?â
You set aside the baby name book you were half-heartedly skimming and grabbed his hand, pulling him to sit beside you. âWeâll figure it out, okay? Youâre doing great.â
He groaned, slumping against the couch. âAm I, though? I can barely keep my plants alive. How am I supposed to keep a tiny human alive?â
âFirst of all, Iâm the one who keeps your plants alive,â you teased, earning a weak laugh from him. âAnd second, youâre going to be an amazing dad. You care so much already. Itâs sweet.â
âBut what if I miss something important?â he said, turning to you with wide, anxious eyes. âLike the first kick, or the first cry, or- or- what if you need me and Iâm halfway across the world?â
You reached up to smooth his curls, trying to ease his tension. âLando, youâve already done so much. The private suite, rearranging your travel schedule to be here for every appointment⌠Youâre balancing everything perfectly.â
â-
The next weekend, Lando was halfway across the world for a race.
He had tried to keep his focus on the track, but his mind kept drifting back to you, sitting at home with your feet propped up, texting him updates about every little thing- what you were craving, how you were feeling, and whether the baby had started kicking.
During a rare free afternoon between practice sessions, he found himself wandering into a bookstore. He had no real plan, he just knew he wanted to learn everything there was to know about being a dad.
The parenting section was tucked in a quiet corner of the shop, and as he stood there surrounded by shelves filled with brightly colored covers promising to teach him how to raise a baby, the weight of it all started to settle in.
At first, Lando was focused, scanning the titles with a determined expression. âThe New Dadâs Guide to Baby Basics,â âHow to Survive Your Babyâs First Year,â âSleep Training 101.â
He picked up a few books, flipping through them as if the answers to all his worries might jump out at him.
He grabbed his phone, quickly dialing you.
âHey, love,â he said, his voice soft and warm. âQuick question- do you think the babyâs gonna like white noise machines? Because this one book says theyâre a lifesaver, but another one says theyâre not necessary. And then thereâs this other chapter about swaddling- do you know how to swaddle? Because I donât.â
You laughed softly on the other end of the line. âLando, youâre overthinking again. Weâve got months to figure this all out.â
âI know,â he sighed, running a hand through his curls. âI just⌠I want to be good at this. I want to be ready.â
And then, as he stood there in the middle of the bookstore, holding a stack of baby books, it hit him.
He was going to be a dad.
The thought wasnât new. It had been there since the day you told him you were pregnant. But standing there, picturing your little family and the tiny person who was going to look up to him, rely on him, need him⌠it was overwhelming in the best way.
âLando?â you said gently, pulling him back to the moment. âYou okay?â
âI just-â He laughed nervously. âItâs a lot, you know? I mean, Iâm going to be someoneâs dad. Thatâs huge. What if I mess up? Iâm practically a child!â
âYeah,â he said, though his voice cracked a little. He cleared his throat, his free hand gripping the book tightly.
You smiled, wishing you could hug him through the phone. âYou wonât mess up. Youâre already doing amazing, and the babyâs not even here yet. You care so much, Lando. Thatâs what matters.â
He took a deep breath, letting your words sink in. âThanks, love. I just⌠I want to do this right. For you. For them.â
âYou will,â you reassured him. âAnd for the record, I think the babyâs going to love white noise machines and your ridiculous dad jokes.â
Lando chuckled, the tension in his chest easing slightly. âYou think? Because Iâve already got a few saved up. Want to hear one?â
âNo,â you teased, laughing. âSave them for when the babyâs old enough to groan at them.â
He grinned, his confidence slowly returning as he balanced the books in his arms. âOkay, okay. Iâll wait. But just so you know, theyâre gold.â
After that call, Lando left the store with an armful of books and a heart that was a little fuller, a little steadier.
But one thing he knew for sure- he couldnât wait to meet the little person who was already changing his world.
He still had moments of doubt, of wondering if he was truly ready for this massive change in his life.
â-
Even as Lando threw himself into preparation mode with the same energy he brought to a race weekend, scouring books and online articles about parenting, he still often got hilariously sidetracked by baby-related gadgets and gear.
âDid you know they make mini race suits for babies?â he asked one night, sprawled across the couch with his phone in hand, his eyes wide with excitement.
You glanced up from your own book, raising an eyebrow. âLando, the babyâs not even born yet. Donât you think itâs a little early for racing gear?â
âBut imagine the photos!â he argued, sitting up and holding his phone out toward you like it was the discovery of the century.
On the screen was a tiny race suit in McLaren orange. âOur kidâs first photo: full McLaren merch. Itâll be iconic!â
You couldnât help but laugh, shaking your head. âIconic or not, I think diapers are going to be a bigger priority than race suits.â
âLando,â you said, trying to sound serious but failing as a smile tugged at your lips, âour baby isnât going to be born straight into a Formula 1 garage.â
âWhy not both?â he shot back with a grin, already scrolling to find more baby-sized racing gear.
âOh my god, look at this! miniature headphones for the paddock! Our baby could be sitting in the garage, looking like a proper little team member.â
He gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. âBlasphemy! Of course they are. Itâs practically tradition.â
You rolled your eyes but couldnât help feeling touched by his enthusiasm. He wasnât just excited; he was genuinely looking forward to every part of being a dad, even the ridiculous ones.
That wasnât to say there werenât more.. unwise moments even with non-racing related baby items.
Like the time he came home from a race weekend with three identical diaper bags.
âLando,â you said, holding one up. âWhy do we need three of these?â
âTheyâre different brands,â he explained, looking genuinely confused as to why you were asking. âWhat if one of them is better? Or has more pockets?â
âPockets?â
âYeah! Babies need a lot of stuff, right? I saw a mom at the airport with one of these, and she looked like she had her life together. I want you to have your life together too.â
You burst out laughing, and he groaned, burying his face in his hands. âStop laughing! Iâm trying to be prepared!â
âYouâre overprepared,â you said, setting the bags down and walking over to wrap your arms around him. âBut thatâs why I love you.â
But it also wasnât all fun and games.
Lando was determined to be as supportive as possible, especially when it came to your comfort. He took âprotective husbandâ to a whole new level during your first trimester, hovering like an overzealous pit crew.
âLando, I can still carry my own bag,â you told him one morning as he practically wrestled your tote out of your hands.
âNope,â he said firmly, slinging it over his shoulder like it was his new personal mission. âYouâre carrying our future world champion. Iâve got this.â
You laughed, shaking your head. âItâs a tote bag, not a tire. I think I can manage.â
âWell, Iâm not taking any chances,â he replied, puffing out his chest dramatically. âWhat kind of dad would I be if I let you strain yourself this early?â
âA sane one?â you teased.
He huffed, clutching the bag like it was a trophy. âIâll ignore that slander. Now, whereâs your water bottle? And your snacks? Have you eaten? Do you need to sit down?â
You groaned, rolling your eyes. âLando, Iâm fine. You donât need to act like Iâm about to collapse any second.â
âNot on my watch,â he declared, marching ahead of you with your bag.
âDo you even know how many articles Iâve read about pregnancy? Youâre supposed to avoid heavy lifting, stay hydrated, and-â
â-and avoid stress,â you interrupted, smirking. âWhich youâre causing right now with all this hovering.â
âIâm helping,â he corrected, spinning around to face you with a determined look. âAnd besides, youâd thank me if you saw the kind of stuff Iâve been reading. Did you know some women crave chalk during pregnancy? Chalk! What if that happens to you? I need to be prepared!â
âLando, Iâm not craving chalk,â you said, trying not to laugh.
âNot yet,â he countered, narrowing his eyes like it was only a matter of time. âBut when you do, Iâll be ready with⌠I donât know, chalk alternatives or something.â
âIs that what youâve been doing on your phone? Researching chalk alternatives?â
âDid you know we might need a whole new mattress? Pregnant people need optimal support. And I saw this thing about belly bands. Do you want one? I can order it right now. Oh! And donât even get me started on prenatal yoga-â
âAmong other things,â he said with a shrug, completely serious.
You reached out to grab his arm, laughing. âOkay, slow down, Mr. Norris. Youâre going to give yourself a stress rash before we even get to the second trimester.â
He looked at you sheepishly, his determination softening into a shy smile. âI just⌠I want to do this right, you know? Iâve never done this before.â
You softened, cupping his cheek. âI know, love. And youâre doing amazing. But you donât have to do everything perfectly. Just⌠be here. Thatâs all I need.â
His shoulders relaxed a little, and he leaned into your touch. âOkay,â he murmured.
Then, after a beat: âBut Iâm still carrying the bag.â
âOf course you are,â you said, shaking your head as he flashed you that trademark cheeky grin.
From then on, Lando took his role as your personal assistant very seriously. He stocked the fridge with all your favorite snacks, some of which you hadnât even asked for.
âI saw this article about pickles and peanut butter,â he said one day, holding up a jar. âDo you think youâll want to try it? Should I get bread?â
âYouâre the one whoâs going to end up eating it,â you teased.
And when it came to appointments, he was like a man on a mission. He set reminders, packed snacks for the waiting room, and even insisted on bringing a notebook to jot down questions.
âI donât want to forget anything important,â he said, scribbling furiously while the doctor explained prenatal vitamins.
âYouâre going to end up with a full-on pregnancy thesis,â you joked.
âBecause I need to know everything.â
âGood,â he replied, deadpan.
He was equal parts adorable and exhausting, but one thing was clear: Lando was already the most devoted dad-to-be you could have asked for.
â-
He didnât care what he had to move around, he was going to be there.
Lando insisted on attending every single doctorâs appointment, even if it meant rearranging his training schedule or skipping a media event.
Your husband had always been incredibly aware of his public image, and he knew his absence in a lot of McLaren PR videos was beginning to be noticed.
The whispers started subtly at first, just a few fans commenting on his social media posts, wondering why he wasnât posting as frequently, why he wasnât sharing his usual behind-the-scenes content.
Fans questioning his commitment to racing, accusing him of not showing up enough for the sport.
But over time, it started to get louder. On Twitter, the rumors spread like wildfire.
He couldnât give a damn, to be honest.
He was fidgeting with the strap of his McLaren cap, spinning it around in his hands like it was the only thing grounding him.
âI donât want to miss anything,â he told you one day as you both waited in the ultrasound room.
âWhat if they show us something important, like the babyâs heartbeat, and Iâm not here? Iâd never forgive myself.â
âYouâll see everything,â you assured him, lacing your fingers with his and giving his hand a squeeze. âI promise you wonât miss a thing.â
He exhaled deeply but didnât stop fidgeting. âDo you think theyâre okay? Like, really okay? What if the babyâs too small? What if-â
âLando,â you interrupted gently, giving him a pointed look. âBreathe. Everythingâs fine. Youâre panicking for nothing.â
He let out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck. âSorry, I just... Iâve never been this nervous before. Not even before my first race.â
He leaned forward, his eyes glued to the screen, his hand clutching yours like it was a lifeline.
When the ultrasound tech finally entered the room and began the scan, Lando nearly jumped out of his seat.
âAlright,â the tech said with a kind smile, turning the screen toward you both. âHereâs your baby.â
Lando froze, his eyes wide as the faint image of your baby appeared on the monitor. âThatâs⌠them?â he whispered, his voice barely audible.
âThatâs them,â the tech confirmed, moving the wand slightly. âAnd if you look right here, youâll see their heartbeat.â
She pointed to a tiny flicker on the screen, and Landoâs breath caught. âIs that⌠Is that their heart?â
âYes,â she said warmly. âThatâs your babyâs heartbeat.â
âOh my God,â he whispered, his voice cracking. âThatâs them. Thatâs our baby.â
Landoâs eyes immediately welled up with tears. He blinked rapidly, clearly trying to keep them from falling, but one slipped down his cheek anyway.
You reached up to wipe the tear from his cheek, your own eyes misty. âTheyâre perfect, arenât they?â
Then he turned to you with the biggest grin youâd ever seen, his face lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning. âTheyâve already got your heart, donât they?â
âThey are,â he said, his voice full of awe.
âAnd yours,â you added softly, squeezing his hand.
Lando laughed quietly, his free hand running through his hair. âThis is insane. Like, actually insane. Thatâs a real human. Our human. I donât even know what to say.â
âYou donât have to say anything,â you replied, smiling at him. âJust feel it.â
He nodded, his gaze drifting back to the screen. âTheyâre so small,â he murmured, almost to himself. Then he let out a shaky laugh.
âGod, I hope they get your patience. And your smarts. And maybe your taste in music too, because mineâs questionable at best.â
âTheyâll be a little bit of both of us,â you said. âThe good and the bad.â
âAnd hopefully less of the bad,â he joked, his smile growing wider. âAlthough if theyâre anything like me, theyâll probably be a little naughty regardless.â
He spent a few moments just staring in silent awe of the ultrasound before leaning over and pressing a kiss to your temple. âWeâre going to be okay, arenât we?â
You nodded, resting your head against his shoulder. âMore than okay, Lando. Weâre going to be great.â
He asked the tech at least three times if he could get extra printouts of the ultrasound, and as soon as you left the room, he was texting the photo to his parents.
For the rest of the appointment, Lando couldnât stop staring at the monitor.
âYou wonât believe this,â he said excitedly as he hit send. âTheyâre already perfect. I mean, look at them!â
You laughed, shaking your head at his enthusiasm. âYouâre going to be insufferable, arenât you?â
âAbsolutely,â he replied with a grin, slipping the ultrasound photo into his wallet like it was his most prized possession.
â-
His hands were a blur, adjusting every little decoration as if this one cake would determine the future of the entire Norris family.
Lando stood in the kitchen, pacing around the table with the cake in front of him.
He wiped his brow for what felt like the tenth time, clearly worked up.
âYouâre sure youâre okay with this?â Lando asked again, his voice laced with nerves, as he fiddled with the tiny blue and pink ribbons on top of the cake.
You raised an eyebrow, watching him with a grin. âLando, itâs just cake. I donât need a fireworks show or a parade. Just let me eat it. Weâre finding out if weâre having a mini-me or mini-you today, not the cure for world hunger.â
He looked at you, eyes wide with mock concern. âI know! But this is important, okay? This cake isnât just cake. Itâs the cake thatâs gonna reveal if our babyâs gonna have my style or your... I donât know, your taste in TV shows.â
You couldnât help but laugh. âOh, so my TV shows are the problem now? I seem to remember you binge-watching those ridiculous reality shows last week.â
Lando chuckled, adjusting the cake for the third time. âFine. But I will not apologize for the occasional guilty pleasure, okay?â
His mom was practically jumping up and down, already holding a bottle of champagne in one hand.
Before you could fire back, there was a knock at the door, and Landoâs parents stormed in, as excited as ever, clearly eager to be part of the big reveal.
âAlright, alright, we ready for this?!â she practically shouted, already bouncing on the balls of her feet. âLando, you didnât mess up the cake, did you?â
Lando puffed out his chest, trying to seem cool, but you could tell he was as jittery as a kid before Christmas. âWhat do you think? Iâm a pro. Iâve got this under control.â
His dad leaned in and clapped him on the back with a knowing look. âSure, sure. Itâs just cake, son. Donât overthink it.â
âEasy for you to say!â Lando replied, rolling his eyes but clearly taking comfort in his dadâs easy confidence.
âDo I need to set up a tent or something for you? I can go grab the calm-down snacks,â his mom teased, already rifling through the bags of baby gifts she had brought with her.
He turned back to the cake, brushing his hands against his jeans as if trying to shake off his nerves. âRight. Big moment.â
Lando gave her a playful glare. âIâm fine, Mom. Iâm just...you know, a little excited.â
You crossed your arms, trying to stifle your laughter at the drama of it all. âYou know, youâre acting like youâre about to drive the final lap of a Grand Prix, not slice a cake, right?â
Lando shot you a look, half guilty, half defensive. âWhat do you mean? This is important, okay?â
âYeah, because the world is watching,â you quipped, leaning against the counter with a grin.
âAbsolutely! What if the cake doesnât come out perfectly? What if itâs not the right color? What if-â
âLando,â you interrupted with a chuckle, âIâm pretty sure itâll be okay if itâs not perfect. Itâs just a cake.â
He sighed dramatically. âYou donât get it. This is a moment. A huge one! I canât mess this up.â
(Landoâs parents exchanged amused glances. âHeâs got it bad, huh?â his dad whispered to his mom.
âOh, you donât even know,â she replied with a wink.)
âYouâre really sure youâre not panicking?â you teased, nudging him, raising an eyebrow.
Lando flashed you a grin. âNope. Iâve totally got it handled. This is the most important moment of our lives, and Iâm... handling it.â
The cake, a simple vanilla sponge with soft pastel decorations, sat in front of you all like a ticking clock. Landoâs hands hovered above it, shaking slightly as he gripped the knife.
The room filled up with laughter and chatter as family and friends settled into their spots, everyone eager to be a part of the big moment.
You placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. âLando, itâs going to be fine.â
He gave you a nervous smile. âYeah, I know. Iâm just- just a little excited.â
He cut the first slice carefully, holding his breath. His eyes darted between the cake and you, trying to gauge the moment, the color, the reaction.
âIs it-â Landoâs mom leaned forward, eager and almost bouncing in her seat. âIs it blue or pink?â
His hands trembled for a moment, and then, without warning, his lips curled into a grin so wide it could have lit up the whole room.
When Lando saw the blue filling spill out from the cake, it was like a switch flipped inside him.
He threw his arms up in the air, as if heâd just crossed the finish line, his chest puffing out like heâd just clinched a Grand Prix victory.
âIâve got a son! A SON! Iâm gonna be a dad to a little boy!â he exclaimed, his voice rising in a playful tone, as if he was addressing a crowd at a podium.
âYES!â he yelled, his voice carrying the excitement and relief of a race win. He even did a little fist pump, completely caught up in the moment, forgetting the cake still had to be served.
His family burst into laughter, but Lando didn't care. He was riding high on the adrenaline of the moment, his face flushed with joy. He turned to you, eyes wide and sparkling, as if the world had just handed him the greatest trophy imaginable.
âLando, youâre not actually racing a Grand Prix right now,â you said, your laughter shaking your voice. âYou donât need to act like you just won Monaco!â
Lando paused for a split second, still grinning like a Cheshire cat. âOh, but I am! This is my Monaco moment!â
â-
Before your son arrived, the two of you spent countless hours brainstorming names, debating, and laughing at your ideas, the excitement of becoming parents finally hitting both of you.
Lando, sprawled beside you with his laptop open, occasionally paused to glance at you, a goofy grin on his face.
You sat on the couch in the private suite, your legs curled up underneath you as you flicked through baby name books.
âYou know what would be funny?â Lando said, his eyes lighting up. âIf we named him after a race track. Like, Monaco or Spa.â
You raised an eyebrow, amused but skeptical. âMonaco? Really? Weâre naming our kid after a place?â
Lando shrugged with a playful grin. âItâs iconic. Imagine saying, âThis is my son, Spa Norris.â Sounds like heâs destined to be a Formula 1 champion, right?â
You laughed, shaking your head. âYeah, thatâs not going to fly. Iâm not going to name our son after a race track, Lando.â
He pouted, pretending to be disappointed. âYouâre no fun. I thought youâd be into it.â
You shot him a playful look. âWell, if youâre going to go that route, we might as well name him something like 'Aston' or 'Ferrari'.â
Lando dramatically gasped. âFerrari Norris?â he echoed, as if heâd just had an epiphany. âThat actually sounds pretty cool.â He immediately began typing it into his phone. âImagine the headlines: âLittle Ferrari Norris shows up at the karting track, stealing the show already.ââ
You chuckled, giving him a teasing nudge. âOkay, okay. Letâs put a pin in that one, but seriously, we need something that isnât a car or a race track. We need to think long-term. Heâs not going to be five years old forever.â
Lando sat back, tapping his fingers on the side of his laptop, deep in thought. âHow about Maximus? It sounds strong, right?â
You gave him a flat look. âYou realize that would just end up as Max, and then weâd have to deal with every comparison to Verstappen and Max, right?â
Landoâs eyes widened slightly as you pointed out the potential issue. He paused, tapping his fingers on the laptop as he processed your words.
âOh, right,â he said slowly, running a hand through his hair. âMaximus could be a disaster. Imagine our kid being called Max every time. Heâll spend his whole life being compared to Verstappen, and Max.â
You raised an eyebrow. âYeah, not ideal. Weâre already in the spotlight enough with you and everything, we donât need to add fuel to the fire.â
Lando groaned, slouching slightly in his chair. âOkay, so no Maximus. What about... Thor? Sounds strong, right? A god or something.â
You blinked, trying to keep a straight face. âLando, we're naming our kid, not preparing him for a Marvel movie.â
âIâm just saying,â he grinned, holding his hands up in mock defense. âThor Norris. Sounds pretty cool, right? Imagine him on the playground.â
âYeah, until he gets bullied for being named after a thunder god,â you replied with a teasing smile. âWe want a name thatâs strong, but also, you know, normal.â
Lando sighed dramatically, rubbing his temples. âWhy is this so hard? This is supposed to be the fun part!â
âBecause you're overthinking it,â you said, leaning over to ruffle his hair. âWe don't need to make him sound like a superhero. We need something that suits him, something that feels right.â
Lando scrolled through a few more names on his phone. âWhat about Leo? You know, like the lion?â
You looked over at him, a thoughtful expression crossing your face. âLeo.. huh, I kind of like that.â
Lando met your gaze, his smile softening. âI do too. It feels strong. But itâs also⌠warm. I can imagine him growing up with that name.â
âI think thatâs the one,â you said softly, your heart warming at the thought of it.
You smiled, already picturing your son, little Leo, chasing after you both in a go-kart, or laughing as he wore his tiny McLaren onesie.
Lando nodded, his voice quieter now. âLeo Norris. Yeah⌠I like it.â
A mix of excitement and nervous energy filled the air. But above it all, you both felt the quiet, comforting certainty that youâd chosen the right name.
You both sat there for a while, soaking in the reality that soon, youâd have a little one to love and raise.
âLeo Norris,â Lando repeated, his grin returning. âYouâre going to be so cool, little guy.â
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By the time the babyâs due date was right around the corner, Lando had practically perfected the art of juggling his high-pressure career with impending fatherhood.
He FaceTimed you every chance he got during race weekends, even if it was just for a few minutes, to check in and ask how you and the baby were doing.
Every call was an opportunity for him to make silly faces at your growing belly, as if your unborn child could already understand what he was doing.
âHowâs my little team doing today?â Lando asked, his face beaming from the screen, grinning like a kid with a secret.
You raised an eyebrow. âWhat do you mean, âlittle teamâ? Itâs still just one person, you know.â
He paused, holding his hands up as though giving you a game plan. âItâs all about the future, babe. Right now, itâs just me and you, but soon, weâre gonna have our first real team member. And Iâm gonna be the best team principal there ever was.â He winked, clearly enjoying the idea.
You couldnât help but laugh. âUh-huh. Sure. First, you have to figure out how to change a diaper before youâre giving out performance reviews.â
Lando's grin faded slightly, and his expression became more serious. âI can change a tire under pressure, but... a diaper? Youâre sure Iâm gonna be okay with that?â
You rolled your eyes playfully. âYouâve changed car tires with a stopwatch ticking down. A diaper is like... one percent of the stress.â
Lando scratched his head, clearly still not totally convinced. âYeah, but thereâs a lot more wiggle with a baby than with a tire.â
You chuckled, hearing the nerves in his voice despite his usual cocky demeanor. âIâm sure youâll manage. Youâre gonna be a great dad. Besides, how bad can it be? Worst-case scenario, we just put him in a McLaren onesie and call it a day.â
Landoâs eyes lit up. âWait, does McLaren make baby clothes?â he asked, suddenly distracted, pulling out his phone.
You sighed, trying not to laugh. âFocus, Lando, the baby comes first, not McLaren merch.â
He was too busy scrolling through his phone, searching for baby-sized McLaren gear. âJust imagine! Tiny little race suits! Our kidâs first proper race suit! Itâll be legendary*â
But he didnât hear you.
You smirked. âRight, because thatâs all a baby needs, to be decked out in McLaren gear. A future world champion and fashion icon.â
Lando nodded seriously, still scrolling. âExactly. The sooner they start looking the part, the sooner theyâll feel the pressure to deliver.â
You shook your head, your lips curving into a smile. âYouâre definitely going to spoil this kid rotten.â
âIâm just preparing them for greatness!â Lando declared, his voice mock-serious. âBesides, theyâre going to have someone to look up to.â
You laughed, a soft teasing tone in your voice. âYou mean you? The guy who keeps asking me if heâll be cool enough for a toddler?â
Lando looked at you, eyebrows furrowing with mock panic. âI just want them to think Iâm cool, okay? What if theyâre disappointed? What if they grow up to think Iâm just some guy who drives a car really fast and wears too many McLaren hats?â
You snorted, not even trying to hide your amusement. âLando, you drive a Formula 1 car for a living. I think youâll manage to impress a toddler.â
âYeah, well, toddlers are tough critics,â he muttered, flopping back onto his bed. âWhat if they want a cooler dad? Like, what if they see some famous soccer player or something and think heâs way cooler than their dad?â
âLando, the kid isnât even born yet, and youâre already stressing about being the coolest parent?â You shook your head, trying to hold back laughter. âRelax. Youâre gonna be the coolest dad, hands down.â
âYou really think so?â Lando asked, his tone suddenly turning sincere, a soft smile curling his lips.
âAbsolutely,â you replied, your voice full of confidence. âYouâre gonna be amazing. And anyway, when they get older, they'll think you're the coolest just because you drive an F1 car. Thatâs literally a dream job for kids.â
Lando smiled at you through the screen, clearly reassured. âAlright, alright. I can live with that.â He paused for a moment, his
âIâm gonna train them up. Baby steps, right? First, itâs McLaren onesies. Then, theyâll be driving go-karts by five.â
â-
You rolled your eyes, laughing. âI think youâve got a few years before that happens, buddy.â
You watched him from the couch, amused by how obviously he was working up the courage to say something.
Lando had been pacing the living room for what felt like hours, his hands in his hair and his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
Finally, unable to take his fidgeting any longer, you set your book down and raised an eyebrow at him.
âAlright, spill it,â you said, crossing your arms.
He stopped pacing, turning to you with a sheepish grin. âOkay, donât get mad, but⌠can I tell Carlos?â
You blinked at him, confused. âTell Carlos what?â
âThe baby!â Lando blurted, throwing his hands in the air. âI swear I wonât say anything to anyone else, but I feel like Iâm going to burst if I donât tell someone. And Carlos, heâs my best mate in the paddock, you know? and I feel like Iâm going to burst if I donât tell someone. Heâs good at keeping secrets! Remember when I told him about⌠well, you knowâŚâ
You smirked. âThe time you accidentally spilled coffee all over Zakâs favorite race notes and blamed the wind?â
Lando groaned, running a hand through his curls. âYes, that! He didnât tell anyone!â
He leaned in closer, his big, pleading eyes locking onto yours. âPlease, love. I need someone to talk to about this in the paddock. I promise itâll stay between me and him. And you, of course. Youâre the boss.â
âYouâre ridiculous,â you said, shaking your head with a smile.
âBut adorable?â he pressed, grinning mischievously.
You laughed, shaking your head at his antics. âAlright, alright. You can tell Carlos. But only Carlos. If I see headlines about âBaby Norrisâ next week, Iâm blaming you.â
Lando let out a victorious whoop, throwing his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your cheek. âYou wonât regret this, I promise! Iâll handle it perfectly.â
âUh-huh,â you teased. âJust donât come crying to me if he accidentally tells the entire grid.â
âHe wonât!â Lando assured you, already pulling out his phone. âNow, if youâll excuse me, I have a Spaniard to swear into secrecy.â
â-
Heâd pulled you aside earlier on, his brow furrowed in a mix of excitement and concern.
Lando, despite his enthusiasm around friends and family, had always been the type to keep his personal life as far away from the media as possible, especially when it came to you and your pregnancy.
âI just want to protect you from all that stress, love,â heâd said softly, his hands resting on your shoulders. âThe mediaâs only gonna make everything harder. Letâs keep it to ourselves and family and friends until weâre ready.â
So, you kept things under wraps, avoiding public appearances and letting Lando handle the media while you focused on your health and well-being.
Youâd agreed, knowing his intention was to shield you from any unnecessary pressure.
At first, youâd manage to sneak in a few appearances, sitting in the background, away from the cameras. But soon, you started pulling back even more, skipping races altogether. The tabloids, however, didnât miss a beat.
But as your pregnancy progressed and your bump started to show, it became harder to stay out of the public eye.
You could practically see the frustration building in him. He was giving off full-on whiny vibes, and you couldn't help but smirk at how ridiculous the whole thing seemed.
Lando was pacing back and forth in your living room, muttering to himself as he read through the latest batch of articles about him and your supposed divorce.
âI swear, theyâve completely lost their minds!â Lando groaned, throwing his phone down onto the couch with a dramatic flair. âWhat do they mean weâre getting divorced? Have they seen you? Why would I ever, ever, let you go?â
You leaned back on the couch, trying to keep your composure as he began pacing again. âLando, calm down. Itâs just the media. They love making stuff up.â
âNo, itâs not just the media!â he whined, stopping mid-pacing to stare at you. âThis is serious! They think Iâm out here with a divorce like thatâs even a thing. Iâm happily married! Youâre at home growing our kid, not plotting some dramatic breakup!â
You tried to hold back your laugh, but Landoâs whining was getting funnier by the second. âBabe, seriously, itâs not the end of the world. Youâre acting like the tabloids are going to come for us with pitchforks.â
âIâm just trying to figure out how they got this idea. Iâm not... like, Iâm not perfect, but come on! Look at you! Youâre gorgeous, and weâre over here living our best life, why would I ever let you go?â
âIâm just-â He paused, running his hands through his hair like he was about to pull it out.
You grinned, giving him a teasing side-eye. âAww, are you saying Iâm too good for you?â
Lando froze, turning to you with wide eyes. âNo! I mean, yes, but no!â He huffed dramatically, flopping down onto the couch next to you. âYouâre perfect! Youâre the perfect wife! And youâre the one who makes everything better, and now theyâre out here saying Iâm getting divorced? No! Thatâs not how this works!â
You reached over, resting your hand on his, trying to hold back your own laughter. âLando, babe, itâs just rumors. People are bored. They donât know anything, and theyâre making stuff up. Just ignore it.â
âIgnore it? How am I supposed to ignore this? Theyâre making me look like the worst husband in the world! Divorce? Iâve been married for, like, what, five minutes? And now Iâm already getting a bad rep? This is ridiculous!â
He looked at you like youâd just suggested the impossible.
You snorted, finally giving in to the humor of the situation. âOkay, okay, so how are you planning to fix it? Go out there and shout from the rooftops?â
Lando sighed heavily, clearly still upset. âI donât know! Maybe I should just do an entire press conference. âHello, everyone, just in case there was any doubt, Iâm not divorced! Iâm happily married! And Iâm going home to my gorgeous wife and our baby, who will totally not grow up to be a Formula 1 driver, I promise.ââ
You couldnât stop laughing now. âBabe, just post a picture of us and say âStill happily marriedâ thatâll do the trick.â
Lando groaned in frustration. âBut why do I have to do that? Why canât people just know? Itâs like theyâve forgotten what happiness looks like. Theyâre just out here making up stories!â
You patted his leg, smiling fondly at him. âYouâre cute when you get worked up, you know that?â
He shot you a look. âIâm serious! This is outrageous. I swear, if I see one more headline about our âdivorce,â Iâm gonna lose it.â
âAlright, alright,â you said, leaning over to kiss his cheek. âCalm down. Itâs just noise. We know whatâs real.â
Lando pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. âIâm not a fan of this noise. Itâs too much, and I just want to be left alone to focus on being an amazing husband and father. Is that too much to ask?â
You smiled, giving him a reassuring squeeze. âNo, love. Itâs not too much to ask. But maybe, just maybe, try to ignore the headlines for once?â
He sighed dramatically. âFine. Iâll try. But if they start talking about me again... Iâm calling a press conference.â
â-
Lando had just finished a grueling race, his face flushed with exertion but still carrying that unmistakable grin.
He was on cloud nine, but he could already sense the usual flood of media around him. It was never just about the race with him, it was always about something else, something personal.
As he was making his way to the interview zone, one journalist, eager to get the scoop, stepped in front of him with a grin.
The media had taken their guesses and spun them into wild stories. He had kept quiet for as long as possible, but today, something inside him snapped.
âLando, congratulations on the win! Howâs everything going with your wife? Weâve heard a lot of speculation recently, some rumors flying around about your relationship. Can you clear that up for us?â
Lando froze mid-step, his brow furrowing. The questions about his relationship with you had been relentless recently, but this, this was the last straw.
He glanced over at his PR team, who were silently freaking out in the background, and then he turned back to the reporter, a small, sarcastic smirk pulling at his lips. âYeah, hereâs the thing.â
âRumors?â Lando repeated, voice low but filled with frustration.
He paused, taking a deep breath. His hands were shaking from the adrenaline of the race, but his eyes were laser-focused on the reporter.
âHereâs the thing,â Lando said again, this time louder, looking directly into the camera, âIâm going to give a shout-out to my beautiful wife right now, and to hell with everyone else. To all the tabloids, the rumors, and the people making things up⌠fuck you. I love my wife. Sheâs amazing. Weâre happy. Now, can we get back to the racing?â
The crowd of reporters and cameras around him seemed to freeze for a moment, unsure of how to react to his sudden outburst.
Landoâs eyes burned with a mixture of frustration and determination as he stood there, refusing to back down.
âSeriously,â he continued, his voice steadier now, but still tinged with that raw intensity, âIâve kept quiet for as long as I can. I get it, you want the drama, you want the headlines.â
He glanced around at the sea of microphones pointed at him, his gaze intense. The silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the hum of distant chatter.
âBut Iâm here to race,â he added, his jaw clenched. âSo, let me make it clear. My wife and I are doing great. Iâm not hiding anything from anyone. The only thing Iâm focused on is the fact that I just finished on a podium position, and that's what matters.â
For a moment, he allowed himself to breathe, his chest still rising and falling from the aftershocks of the race and the adrenaline of the moment.
The reporter, still holding the microphone, looked almost shocked by Landoâs outburst, but before they could get another word in, Lando raised his hand, cutting them off.
âIâve had enough,â he said firmly. âSo hereâs the deal. To everyone who wants to keep spreading rumors or digging into our lives. Donât. And to my wife, if youâre watching this, I love you. Youâre incredible.â
There was a brief moment of silence, and then, with a final glance at the camera, Lando broke into a grin.
âAnd now, if youâll excuse me, Iâve got a celebration to get to. See you at the next race.â
With that, he turned, walking away from the reporters, leaving them dumbfounded and speechless. His PR team scrambled behind him, clearly trying to catch up and figure out how to spin this into something less... explosive, but Lando wasnât having it.
He was done with the noise, done with the rumors. And if the media wanted a story, they could have that one because he wasnât hiding his love for you, and he wasnât going to let anyone tell a different story.
Back in the paddock, as he made his way toward the celebration, he pulled out his phone, sending you a quick text: âHey, I may have just lost my cool on live TV but donât worry, it was for you. Love you always đ§Ąâ
As soon as the text sent, Lando couldnât help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.
â-
You didnât have a chance to misinterpret anything when you were bombarded by videos of Landoâs recent stunt by your friends and family.
When you saw the text pop up on your phone, you blinked at it for a moment, reading it over a few times to make sure you werenât misinterpreting things.
You froze.
The sheer audacity of him, of his love for you, left you speechless for a moment.
This was a whole other level. You couldnât help but let out a laugh, a combination of shock and amusement.
Of course, Lando had always been passionate, always been the kind of person who wasnât afraid to stand up for what mattered to him. But this?
You immediately hit the video call button, your heart racing.
When his face appeared on the screen, he was still beaming with that grin he wore after a good race, sweaty, glowing, and impossibly handsome.
But then, his eyes widened when he saw the expression on your face.
âWhat?â he asked, still out of breath from the race, his grin fading a little. âWhy are you looking at me like that?â
You couldnât help yourself. âLando Norris,â you began, trying to keep your voice steady, âdid you just⌠tell everyone to fuck off on live TV?!â
His eyes grew comically wide, and he immediately slapped a hand to his forehead, groaning dramatically as if he was ashamed of his actions. âI swear I didnât mean to-â
âOh, you didnât mean to?!â you interrupted, laughing uncontrollably, clutching your stomach from how hard you were giggling. âLando, that was literally a full-on âfuck youâ to the media! And you said it was for me?!â
He flushed, sheepish but still trying to hide his growing smile. âLook, okay, I was just- uh- tired of the rumors, alright? And when they asked about you- about us- I just kind of... lost it. I wasnât thinking. I just wanted to make sure they all knew how much I love you. How happy we are.â
âOh, Iâm sure,â you said, still laughing, wiping a tear from your eye. âYouâre really doing a great job of showing that. It was the most Lando Norris thing you couldâve done!â
Lando leaned back against the wall, clearly embarrassed but still that familiar, playful Lando you knew and loved. âI didnât think itâd go that far,â he muttered, but then his grin returned. âBut you know what? Fuck it. They can say what they want.â
You let out a breath, finally calming down, though you were still grinning. âYou are such a dork,â you said, shaking your head with affection. âBut I love you for it. Seriously. I never thought Iâd be watching you on TV yelling at the media like that.â
He puffed out his chest, doing a little dramatic bow. âWhat can I say? Iâm just a man in love.â
âIâm starting to think youâre also a man who has no filter,â you teased, leaning in closer to the screen. âBut I canât deny, itâs kind of⌠hot.â
Landoâs cheeks flushed at that, and he let out a chuckle. âOh, now youâre really making me blush. I canât believe I just did that...â
âYou definitely made a statement,â you said, the smile still playing on your lips. âThe whole world now knows youâre not just a great driver- you're a very passionate husband, apparently. Also, good luck with your PR team after that one.â
âOh, theyâre probably freaking out right now,â Lando said with a knowing grin. âBut hey, at least I got to make things clear.â
You paused for a moment, letting his words settle. âYou know what, Lando? I really appreciate it. I know the media can be overwhelming, and Iâm glad youâre doing what you can to protect us, even if it means embarrassing yourself a little. But just... maybe next time? You could, I donât know, use a little less profanity?â
âRight,â he said, nodding seriously. âNext time, Iâll scream it in sign language. Less dramatic, more subtle.â
You rolled your eyes, but your heart swelled with affection. âYouâre impossible.â
âI know,â he grinned. âBut Iâm your impossible.â
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The grueling months of races, travel, and endless media commitments were finally over, and he was about to have a few weeks of uninterrupted time with you and the baby.
When the end of the racing season finally rolled around, Lando could hardly contain his excitement.
The weight of the season had been heavy, and now that it was over, he felt like he could breathe again, and it felt amazing.
The moment he heard the announcement that the season was officially over, his excitement bubbled over. He was practically buzzing with anticipation, his usual calm and collected persona giving way to a wide, ear-to-ear grin.
For weeks leading up to the last race, Lando had been counting down the days.
It was as if the pressure of racing and all the responsibilities had just melted away, and he was ready to dive straight into a new kind of excitement, one that involved a lot more time at home with you.
You were sitting on the couch, relaxing after your own busy day, scrolling through your phone, when you heard the familiar sound of
Landoâs boots hitting the floor. He was almost running, and his footsteps were light and fast, as if he couldnât wait to see you.
Without a second thought, he rushed over to where you were sitting, scooping you up into his arms like you weighed nothing at all. He spun you around once, a burst of laughter escaping his lips.
âBabe!â he shouted, throwing his bag down with abandon, his voice practically singing with happiness.
âIâm home, Iâm home, Iâm home!â he repeated, his grin so wide it almost seemed to stretch across his face.
âIâm more than happy,â he replied, his eyes sparkling with joy. âIâm ecstatic. Finally, a break. No planes, no races, no media, just me, you, and... well, you know, our little one,â he added, glancing down at your belly with a soft smile.
You couldnât help but laugh as his excitement flooded the room, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "Well, I can tell youâre happy about the season being over," you teased, giving him a playful look as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
âSounds perfect,â you said, feeling the love in his words. âI think we both deserve a break.â
Lando nodded enthusiastically. âI canât wait to just be home with you. Iâve missed so much of this year, and now I get to make up for it. Iâve got so many plans. We can do all the things weâve been talking about, prepare the nursery, take walks together, have breakfast in bed, watch terrible movies... you know, all the usual relaxing stuff.â
You raised an eyebrow, amused by his enthusiasm. âBreakfast in bed every day, huh? Thatâs a bold claim.â
âIâm up for the challenge,â he grinned, a playful glint in his eyes. âIâm making the most of this time. No more rushing around, no more stress. Just time with you, our little one, and whatever chaos we manage to create together.â
He flopped down onto the couch beside you, pulling you in closer. His hand found its way to your growing belly, and he couldnât wipe the smile off his face as he gently placed his hand there. âIâm so ready for this next chapter, you know? I know the last few months have been crazy, but this... this is going to be perfect.â
â-
Soft, neutral tones, sleek furniture that didnât scream âbabyâ but still felt warm and inviting, and subtle touches of personality like a tiny McLaren-themed mobile hanging above the crib.
Lando stood in the middle of the nearly-finished nursery, hands on his hips, looking ridiculously proud of himself. The room was stunning.
âYou know,â he said, turning to you with a grin, âI think Iâve outdone myself. Custom everything. No IKEA in sight. Youâre welcome.â
âYou do realize youâve spent more on this room than most people spend on their entire house, right?â
You raised an eyebrow from where you were sitting on the plush nursery chair heâd insisted be upholstered with "only the softest fabric money can buy."
He scoffed, gesturing at the solid oak crib. âThis bad boy? Handmade by some guy in Sweden whoâs apparently a genius with wood. And the changing table? Designed by an actual ergonomist! No sore backs for us.â
He shot you a mock-offended look. âExcuse me for wanting the best for our baby. Itâs called quality assurance.â
You tried to keep a straight face but couldnât help laughing. âLando, itâs a baby. Theyâre not going to care if their crib is custom-made or from IKEA. Theyâll drool on it all the same.â
He gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. âExcuse me! Our baby deserves the best! The absolute best. Iâm not about to put our kid in some flimsy crib where one tantrum could bring it down.â
âPretty sure youâre the only one throwing tantrums right now,â you teased.
He ignored you, walking over to the rocking chair and giving it an experimental sway. âThis chair, by the way? Perfect for late-night story time. I tested at least twenty before I found the one.â
âYou sat in twenty rocking chairs?â
âOf course,â he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. âWhat if Iâd chosen one that squeaked or wasnât comfy enough for cuddles? Iâm thinking ahead, love.â
âThinking ahead is spending three monthsâ salary on a nursery?â
âAnd itâs not just the furniture. Look at the details. That mobile? Custom order. The wallpaper? Hand-painted by some artist in Italy. Even the shelves are organized by height so the books will be easier to grab when the babyâs older. Iâm not messing around.â
âInvestment,â he corrected, plopping down beside you with a satisfied sigh.
You shook your head, still smiling. âItâs beautiful, Lando. Really. Youâve done an amazing job.â
âOf course I have,â he said smugly, leaning back. But after a moment, his expression softened. âI just⌠I want everything to be perfect, you know? For them. For you. I want this room to feel safe and special and like⌠like a little haven.â
Your heart melted as you reached out to take his hand. âIt already does, babe. Itâs perfect because you made it with love.â
âAlso with a ridiculous amount of money,â he added, flashing you a cheeky grin.
You laughed. âThat, too.â
Lando leaned down to kiss your forehead, his voice full of affection. âAnything for you two. Now, all thatâs left is to teach the baby to say âMcLarenâ before anything else.â
You laughed, pulling back to give him a playful shove. âDonât push your luck.â
âFine,â he said with a wink. âSecond word, then.â
â-
When the day finally came, Lando was fresh off a meeting with his team, when your water broke in the middle of your living room.
âNow?â he yelped, nearly dropping the cup of tea heâd just handed you. His wide, panicked eyes darted between you and the puddle forming at your feet. âItâs happening now?â
âYes, Lando, now!â you snapped, clutching your belly as another contraction hit.
He spun in circles for a moment, muttering to himself, âKeys, keys, where did I- oh, my God, this is happening.â
âLando!â you barked, cutting through his panic.
âYes, yes! Okay! Keys! Bag! You!â He grabbed the hospital bag youâd packed weeks ago, slung it over one shoulder, then hesitated. âWait, do you need me to carry you? Should I-â
âJust get me to the car!â
In record time, he managed to get you into the passenger seat, though not without fumbling with your seatbelt for what felt like an eternity.
âI race cars for a living,â he muttered to himself, hands trembling as he buckled you in. âWhy is this harder than a pit stop?â
âBecause a pit stop doesnât scream at you every five minutes,â you shot back, gripping the door handle as another contraction rippled through your body.
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At the hospital, Lando was a walking ball of nerves. He practically burst into the maternity ward, announcing to the nurses, âMy wifeâs having a baby! Right now! Like, right now!â
One of the nurses calmly guided you to a room, giving Lando a reassuring pat on the shoulder. âFirst-time dad?â she asked with a knowing smile.
âIs it that obvious?â he mumbled, following behind like a lost puppy.
Inside the delivery room, Lando couldnât sit still. He paced back and forth, running his hands through his hair. âAre they supposed to take this long? Shouldnât someone check on her again? Is she okay? Are you okay?â
âIâm fine, Lando,â you groaned through clenched teeth. âBut if you donât stop pacing, I might strangle you before this baby gets here.â
He froze mid-step, holding his hands up in surrender. âRight. No pacing. Got it. Iâll just... stand here.â
Once he could actually think past his panic, Lando immediately whipped out his phone, his fingers fumbling over the screen as he dialed his parents. The phone barely rang once before his mom answered.
âLando? Everything okay?â her voice was calm but laced with concern, likely from the sheer urgency of his call.
âMum! Sheâs in labor!â Lando practically shouted into the phone, his words tumbling out at record speed. âLike, actual labor. Right now. Weâre at the hospital. Itâs happening!â
âOh, Lando, thatâs wonderful!â his mom exclaimed, her tone immediately switching to excitement. âHow is she? How are you?â
âSheâs... well, sheâs in labor!â Lando replied, running a hand through his already tousled curls. âI think sheâs fine, but I donât know! She might be mad at me for pacing too much. I stopped though. Well, sort of. Anyway, can you and Dad get here? Like, now?â
âWeâre on our way, love,â she reassured him with a laugh.
By the time his parents arrived, just minutes later, Landoâs initial excitement had given way to full-blown panic. He was sitting in the corner of the room, staring at his hands, muttering under his breath.
âDo you think the baby will like me? What if they donât like me? What if Iâm a terrible dad? Oh my God, I forgot to pack snacks! What kind of dad forgets snacks?â
His parents stepped into the room, his mom taking one look at him and immediately placing a hand on his shoulder. âLando, breathe,â she said gently, her eyes crinkling with amusement.
He jumped up at their arrival, waving his hands around. âI canât breathe, Mum! Do you know how much responsibility this is? Iâm going to be someoneâs dad! What if I drop the baby? What if I donât hold them right? Or they cry every time they see me? I-â
His dad cut him off with a firm but comforting hand on his back. âYouâre going to be fine, son. Youâve got this.â
Lando looked over at you, lying on the hospital bed, still managing to roll your eyes at his dramatics despite the situation. âDoes she think Iâve got this?â he asked, gesturing to you.
You groaned, partly from the contraction and partly from his antics. âLando, if you donât stop spiraling, Iâll personally make sure you get kicked out of this delivery room.â
His mom laughed, stepping closer to you. âSheâs got it under control, doesnât she?â
âShe always does,â Lando muttered, his wide eyes darting between you and the monitors. âBut what if Iâm not ready, Mum?â he whispered, leaning closer to his mother as if it were a secret.
His mom reached up, brushing a curl from his forehead. âYouâll be ready when you see your baby for the first time, Lando. Trust me. Youâve already proven youâll do whatever it takes to be a great dad. Now stop worrying and be there for your wife.â
Lando nodded, taking a deep breath and straightening up. Then he turned to you with newfound determination. âOkay. What do you need, love? Water? Ice chips? Aââ
âA calm husband,â you interrupted, narrowing your eyes at him.
âRight,â he said, nodding rapidly. âCalm husband. Got it.â
And for the next two minutes, he actually managed to stay calm. Until the nurse walked in and said, âAlright, itâs time to push.â
Then all bets were off.
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When your son (your son!) finally arrived after hours of labor, the world seemed to pause. Lando stood frozen as one of the nurses handed him the tiny, swaddled baby. His hands shook as he cradled Leo against his chest, staring down at him in awe.
His aquamarine eyes were wide as he stared down at the newborn. âWow,â he whispered, his voice shaky. âHeâs... so small. Like, really small. Are we sure heâs okay?â
âLando, heâs a baby,â you said, exasperated but smiling, the exhaustion hitting you in waves. âTheyâre supposed to be small.â
âYeah, but this small?â he asked, carefully holding Leo as if he were made of glass. He glanced at the nurse for reassurance. âIs this normal? What if I break him?â
The nurse chuckled. âYou wonât, Mr. Norris. Just make sure to support his head, and youâll be fine.â
âSupport his head,â Lando repeated, adjusting his grip like he was handling the most fragile trophy in the world. Then he looked down at your son again, a mixture of awe and terror on his face. âHey, little guy,â he murmured. âItâs, uh... itâs me. Your dad. Iâm new at this, so, uh, go easy on me, yeah?â
You laughed softly, despite the ache in your body. âHeâs not going to grade you, Lando.â
âGood, because Iâm already giving myself a D+,â he muttered, carefully sitting beside you on the hospital bed.
Lando looked up at you, his eyes glassy. âYou did so good,â he said softly. âSo, so good. Thank you for... for him.â
As the tiny bundle in his arm let out a tiny whimper, Lando instinctively rocked him, whispering, âShh, mate, itâs okay. Daddyâs got you.â
âYouâre a natural,â the nurse commented, smiling as she adjusted your blankets.
âReally?â Lando glanced up, his grin sheepish but full of pride. âBecause I feel like Iâm one wrong move away from dropping him.â
âYou wonât,â you reassured him, reaching out to touch his arm. âYouâre already amazing.â
He smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. âYouâre the amazing one. I mean, you just made a person. How insane is that?â
As he sat beside you, still holding him as if he were the most precious thing in the world.
You rested your head against his shoulder, watching as he studied every tiny feature of Leoâs face. âHeâs got my eyes,â he murmured, awed.
âAnd your gap-toothed smile too, probably,â you teased.
He chuckled, brushing a fingertip gently over Leoâs tiny hand. âThatâs not a bad thing. Heâll be unstoppable. Just wait until he sees his first go-kart.â
#lando x y/n#lando x reader#lando norris#lando imagine#lando x you#ln4 x y/n#ln4 imagine#ln4#ln4 x reader#ln4 fic#ln4 x you#formula 1 x female reader#formula one x reader#formula 1 x reader#formula 1#formula one#x reader
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Swap au clownbo thingy for the clownbo/everyone people (Iâll do Seastar soon I promise) but it kinda has a twist to it @beebutadinosaur this is for you! (And everyone but also you!)
Thereâs more below the cut since thereâs a lot here ehehehe
Establishing stuff right now for it:
Evbo (the Villain) takes the place of Clown but, to add some flavour to it, he was originally the Parkour Champion and was well loved by the people before he ended up getting betrayed and locked up in the lava prison by Seawatt. Void (EmF) ended up finding out what Seawatt did when he interrogated him on Evboâs whereabouts and felt a overwhelming sense of revulsion at the realisation of what his lover (toxic Yaoi x2) did to his best friend, though Seawatt tries to justify his actions that he did it for them since now Void can be the champion instead of Evbo. Evbo eventually grew bitter and resentful from the betrayal by Seawatt, as well as seeing it as a betrayal from his people that he looked after, that he promised Void when he returns that he would destroy it and leave it all in ashes. He gets commonly refer to as âHeroâ by everyone and when itâs revealed that he used to be the old parkour champion thatâs what everyone calls him except Void, even Seawatt forget Evboâs name after so long.
Seawatt takes on the takes the place of the Evil Champion and pretty much has done his best to erase the Evboâs name from the records of Parkour Civilisation and the Leather level from complete existence as well (similar to how the chain level was erased from everyoneâs memory in Parkour Civilisation 2), utterly paranoid on the potential of Evbo escaping from thereâŚhe pretty much has a sock puppet Champion that wears decoy diamond boots (similar to his own in the end) that he uses to ensure that people are following his rules and to keep them in line from behind the scenes. Exceedingly paranoid, desperate and very dangerous to keep what he did underwrapsâŚas well as missing Void a lot as wellâŚstill terrible at Parkour as well lmao
Void takes on the place of the old man (and Seawatt as well lol) where heâs trying to guide the Holt (the old man) and Clown (who kinda takes the place of both Evbo and EMF as well mostly EmF for Holt but heâs also Evboâs role here) to find the Leather level and ferry back information to Evbo on whatâs going on with them. Pretty much a tired, regretful man that desperately wants to make things right and help his friend with what happened to him since he doesnât deserve it. Heâs a mentor and guide to Holt and Clown and ensures that they are safe to the best of his abilities while leaving little breadcrumbs of a place that shouldnât, but does, exist and the people from itâŚ
Holt (the old man) mostly takes the place of Evbo and is the person that Void decides to use in order to get Evbo out of his prison with Clown being his longtime friend in the Chain Level. Pretty much a ace in parkour and exceedingly skilled at making jumps the more he got used to it in the end. Clown was his longtime neighbour before the other decided to move up in parkour and take on the challenge of climbing the tower while Holt decided to hold back onto it until a recent decree by the champion made him want to climb up the tower to face him.
Clown takes the place of EMF (and technically evbo as well UwU) but in the au holt and clown both hailed from the chain level before clown decided he wanted to rank up since he was tired of how little skill the parkour on the chain level took and wanted to prove himself moreso in the upper levels. Thatâs not the only reason to why he wants to rank up as wellâŚhe ended up finding a strange book that talked about the old parkour championâŚsomething that he could barely read but the desire to know consuming him that he decided to track up to try and find out more about them.
Thatâs pretty much the roles that they all play here in this au for the time beingâŚEvbo the hero turned villain thatâs manipulating Clown and Holt in the background to get him out, Void who wants to help his friend out and then Seawatt whoâs desperate for recognition but wants to hide himself from the lightâŚthen we have Holt who wants to do the right thing and help peopleâŚClown who wants to prove himself to someone-anyone-and be seen by them.
Iâll be posting more on this at a later date but I shall leave you with some particular design quirks they would all have!
Evbo has a more kingly/princely look to him with a flowing green cloak, no headband (unfortunately) with his hair flowing (shoulder length hair for this one), green stripped shirt, black pants and diamond shoes (something that resembles sneakers in the end that contrasts his entire look). Heâs kinda meant to contrast Clownâs look in PkCiv with him looking more like a Prince/king while clown is a jester.
Seawatt keeps the same design in all honesty except his diamond boots are meant are duller in colour (a big indicator that theyâre fake diamond boots) and look like sandals with slight, pale green cracks in them. His hair is longer and messier as well with dark circles under his eyesâŚas well as gold ring on his finger.
Void has a dark purple wrapped over his shoulders, that goes below the knees, with a golden rope tied around the waist, a golden headband and golden ankle boots. His skin also looks a black vortex of stars and dying supernovas with a red spattering of stars around his neck and chestâŚa golden ring is on his finger as well.
Holt is pretty basic with a teal shirt, blue pants, dark brown hair and beard, silver arm band with a spidery design and diamond sandals (the ones that cover the back and front of the foot). He also has a red jumper wrapped around his waist with bits of black stripes on it.
Clown does wear his typical outfit with the addition of a dark teal jacket being worn, fingerless gloves, his hat is more softer looking (not pointed like devil horns but more like a rams horns kinda??) with silver bells on it, his mask is a plain white mask with eye slits and a black smile on it (a red heart under the right eye with a black diamond on the bottom left corner of the lip to resemble a beauty mark) and his diamond boots resemble laced up riding boots that goes below his knees.
Some simple things here but I please ask me questions if you want to know more!
#parkour civilization#clownbo#parkour civilisation#parkour villain#evbo#swap au clownbo#theyâre in love (Iâm delusional)#Seastar
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i've been playing the game in my own time but i gotta share this lil angel cus she's the cutest toddler my sims have ever had
#ts4#sims 4#hello hiii casually posting as if i didn't disappear for a few months#lifes just been beating me up these past two months and i ended up shutting everything out#the last two weeks have been particularly rough#but i'm still kicking đđť#i've been playing a lot of fortnite and terraria and wobbledogs#sorry for ignoring all my asks and dms and mentions since like fucking april#jesus christ its september now. where'd the time go#anyways GRACIE â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸#full name gracie-lynn dufford#her mom is one of my favourite sims i've ever made#i'll probably start posting more soon enough since college is starting back up and all my procrastination habits will come back to me#you will see more of this lil cutie and her family#hope everyone's keeping well â¤ď¸â¤ď¸#i will try to answer some asks and stuff tonight#no promises tho i'm sorry#bye til then <3
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Today I did a lot of doodles so Iâm going to post them now because I havenât been posting a lot!!
First, the crossover no one asked for
Second, Taranza picking a fight and being angry because part of my soul needs more bastard Taranza content DESPERATELY. Like guys⌠feed my soul.
Third, Susie Haltmann but a Gijinka based more or less on my own outfit today (I cannot write Tâs very well I apologize if it looks like an R)
And last but not least a drawing of Susie Haltmann I started months ago and finally finished today
#I can talk so much about these#I hope you all like them#the Taranza drawing specifically though was named on my ipad:#why you trolling like a bitch ainât you tired?#because I was listening to not like us by Kendrick Lamar#I thought that was a little silly#also that susie Haltmann design I made today was made while listening to creative control by SMG4#you know youâre mentally ill when the line up is those two back to back#đ homestar art post đ#kirby#đ homestar talker đ#homestar runner#h*r#hsr#homestarrunner#kirby series#sorry for the mainly Kirby stuff Homestar fans#but your boy is there so I thought Iâd feed the crowd officially#I promise to draw more Homestar soon#I just have to like⌠get drawing ideas which I only currently am having kirby ideas#new crossover au where Strong Bad teams up with Kracko the cloud to try and beat up Kirby#anyways#magolor#kirby art#kirby fanart#susie haltmann#taranza#dark meta knight
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Hello again tumblr ^-^
It's been a while...đ
#I know I don't have to but I always feel a need to apologise when I disapear for long periods of time#i'm sorry to anyone who's been waiting for more art or stories#I'm sorry to the freinds I've lost touch with (I still love u I promise)#If anyone cares The reason I've been gone is I'm actually pretty sick atm ^^:#still no idea with what (most probably more then one thing)#but I've finally found a doctor I don't have to fight with to be taken seriously#(why and how is someone who doesn't belive in sickness a doctor?)#so although I'm not actually better I have a little more energy that was previously being spent fighting my idiot of a doctor#so I really hope to get back to writing and drawing and posting real soon#I can't promise it'll be regularly or scheduled but i'll try#cuz boy have I missed it#I've missed everyone and I've missed the joy of sharing art and stories with you all#thanks for reading this ramble#hope ya'll are having a good day#keziha rambles#random stuff
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again and again i find myself lamenting that audio roleplay isn't taken more seriously by some people. like yeah, they often have a romantic element, and by nature they usually directly involve/address the listener- and i totally get that those things aren't to everyone's taste. no art or entertainment is universally appealing, and that's okay! but.. it still makes me a lil sad that the "cringe" reputation of asmr/audio rp precedes it. there's a whole lot of talent and creativity being poured into these audios by so many people that i feel goes unrecognized and/or disrespected simply due to the medium that the stories are being told through.
#this post brought to you by: me bingeing Sam & Darlin's entire storyline over the past few days and having a Lot of feelings abt it#asmr#audio roleplay#rp audio stuff#redacted audio#anyways i don't have a conclusion to this post. and i'm not Mad or Upset or anything i'm just thinkin' out loud#and i mean it's not like it doesn't get plenty of praise within its respective audience bc it does. at least for the more popular creators#but i feel it'll still always have the shadow of its cringe reputation looming over it#which makes it hard for some ppl to openly appreciate or share with others that aren't already fans of the medium#like do u know how many comments i've seen along the lines of 'this is great but i'd die if anyone knew i liked this kinda stuff' ?? :(#idk maybe i feel strongly about it bc i'm a self-insert fanfic writer. and i feel like the two have a lot in common. including a bad rep.#like. not every audio will be well-written or produced and neither will every fanfic. but that doesn't mean it's a less legitimate artform#and i'm lucky to have never (yet) received negative comments on my work. but that doesn't mean that it doesn't make me sigh when people-#-say shit like 'this reads like fanfiction' as a way of calling something bad. or other similar sentiments that make the same implication#and i wouldn't be surprised if audio creators feel the same way when they encounter certain comments or statements#like. those YT videos where ppl will 'try bf asmr for the first time' or whatever and it's just 20 mins of cringing and over-reacting? eugh#tbf i haven't watched many bc why do that to myself. so Maybe there's some that are respectful but still. imagine getting roasted like that#and yes yes i know that by posting stuff online you're inadvertently sighing up to be criticized by Anyone but still. man. i dunno#i'm going on a tangent but my point is. i'm grateful for the creators that still make their art in spite of the public's perception of it#bc some of the most impactful emotional experiences i've ever gained from fiction took place in audio rp and i'm so serious abt that.#anyways. this post almost feels like i'm 'making up a person to be mad at' but i promise it's not that serious i'm just yapping. mostly.#certainly not trying to start any kind of debate or anything either i just have a lot of fixation-induced energy and nowhere to put it#this is Eric's fault (/lh) for cooking Sam up in a lab catered exactly to my taste and making Darlin' waaaaay too painfully relatable#but it's also My fault for bingeing the Inversion /and/ the Quinn arc /and/ the Summit all within a couple days. but i can't help myself#feels like i've run an emotional marathon. triathlon. The Emotional Olympics if u will. i'm feeling Everything#who knew that beating the shit out of ur fictional abuser could feel so goddamn cathartic! it's a nice replacement when u can't do it irl#anyways i'm off on a tangent again. thanks for coming to my TED Talk i'm gonna crawl back in my hole now#actually i'm gonna go relisten to a few audios. as Research for my Sam & Darlin' playlist as well as a post i'll be making about it soon#u Know i've got it bad when i not only make a playlist but start Posting on here about the songs that remind me of them. i'm cooked guys.
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Hello! I'm new to this blog and I was just wondering whatever happened to King's Gambit (the 95 line collab)? i'm not really expecting a full answer but I just wanted to talk to you and had nothing else to say â¤ď¸
the king's gambit masterlist â teaser for my fic
don't worry it definitely is still happening and we haven't forgotten about it!! for this collab there's one plot shared between all three of us, and we're each writing a member's perspective so everything is interconnected with each other's fics. since they share the same major events we can't really move forward on the fics unless all of us are ready at the same time, and it's been hard finding time for us to get together and flesh out how our fics end. we are for sure going to finish it eventually because we've all put way too much work into this for it to never be posted (mine is currently at 22k, nova's @duhnova is around 20k and mars @onlymingyus is over 60k) but i can't give you a timeline because i don't know it myself :/ i would really really love for it to be out by the end of this year but that may not be possible, it just depends on the other members of the collab and how much we can all get written. i know it's been over a year since we announced it and i'm so so sorry that we've kept everyone waiting, i want to finish this fic as much as you want to read it and i wish i had something better to update you guys with but that's honestly all i have for now
#[đ] â asks#[đ¤] â anon#[âď¸] â the king's gambit#all of us work and nova & i have school + other stuff going on so we havent all gotten to sit down and organize stuff in a minute#it may be 6 months it may be 2 years i really dont know but i am absolutely going to stick around until it gets posted#but i promise they will be posted someday!!! i wont leave yall hanging#honestly ive been really excited to work on it again recently but weve all had busy schedules so it probably wont happen *soon*#but i am hoping to make at least a bit more progress before the end of the year#once the main fic is posted im gonna do a series of extra drabbles/scenarios bc i love cheol hes my baby i have so much to say about him#the original estimate for my fic was 25k. its going to be a LOT more than that#so there is a lot of content to look forward to but you will have to wait a while#im sorry thats probably not the answer you wanna hear :( but it definitely isnt forgotten its always in the back of my mind asjgdkfs
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Hater shit incoming:
Yeah, Indigo Park is really cool, but it blew its load a bit too early by immediately killing off the cool stalker enemy from ch.1. The effect of the bird mimicing phrases is really neat, but you don't get to hear her do it much, especially because the warbling effect + loud af chase music drowns out what is being said, which sucks! Those voice lines are good!!
#em.txt#hey welcome to the bonus text where the hater stuff gets worse!! i promise I don't hate this game i am just. critic in the bad way#yeah i have more beef with the molly macaw chase. but first I'd like to say good on the dev for reusing the idea of the opila#from their banban reloaded. genuinely. the occasionally peaking bird that ducks behind corners is good#& it is used much better in indigo park especially because the animations are less jolting.#again back to the chase. I don't like. the ending. the blood is fine the dev mentioned he dislikes mascot horror that is afraid of blood#& wanted to set the tone immediately. i think this is a fair sentiment but the way the blood is done here#is honestly childish. the splurt is fine. the fucking AMOUNT coming from the head (especially how the texture distort looks)#is goofy as hell & tbh an easy fix is. move the big puddle of blood. from under the head. to behind the door#anyways the end of the chase is so sudden. the momentum just splats into a wall wiley Coyote style#& i appreciate the dissonance of the heartfelt talk & it's good but it's a bit soon ain't it?#not gonna address the dead ass bird?#i like what's being done i like this enemy the game looks fine. the animation of the lion getting scared is goofy#i think this can go somewhere good. i do not see how immediately killing this stalker enemy is going to do anything at all#i would have the same chase & just not kill the bird tbh#bc it makes the conversation with rambley make more sense#put the blood elsewhere. spread it out or have the player enter some silent hill ass room idfk#you can let the bird get injured but the breakneck speed of chase > bird dies > heartfelt talk > credit song is too much to me#you can clown on me if you want bc i am a hater#i like seeing a mascot horror made by a fan. i like seeing the disney park knowledge on display. i like the quiet lore.#okay i am not a fan of scripted chases in horror games. but putting it in this play structure is smart#having the bird like fly above you & cut you off if you're slow is good too#see i like the chase itself enough i just hate how it ends
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just me life updating about moving and other ramblings in the tags lmao
#self obs#not snz#this shit is so stressful what the fuck?????#i also have a million projects due on sunday that iâve barely started so saturday i move sunday i library#i am so happy to get out of my current living situation cause the people i live with couldnât give two shits about me#itâs giving my childhood lmaođ§ââď¸#also i got diagnosed with pcos this week and am going to be starting meds for it next week so if anyone has any suggestions lmk#i heard back about my research and i got accepted so im super excited about that!!!!!#anyways my life is all over the place right now but hopefully after this weekend iâll be on the up?#all my finals are in the next two weeks so iâm just so stressed#i canât wait to eat a real meal iâve been living off of energy drinks this week like 800mg of caffeine plus my adderall#yeah my doctor is very concerned about my heart but like fuck it we ball#anyways iâm stressed so i took a few shots lmao i hope you all are well#hopefully iâll be more active and posting snz stuff soon#TELL ME WHY I FORGOT ABOUT MY OCS lmao iâll write for them soon i promise#ok goodnight i need to pack more
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i miss akechi goro so much. maybe even enough to finally finish that ladue chapter 3
#speculation nation#ladue shit#listen hes such an asshole and i NEEEEEEED to channel his voice for a bit again#if this urge persists to tomorrow i'll crack open the fic again. for a little reread.#this will satisfy only approximately 53 people (the total subscribers to that fic)#which ok that's actually a good few people when i think about them as actual people#but it's the least amount of subscriptions i have out of most of my multichapters#EVEN STILL. it's a matter of pride and self-satisfaction.#and god fucking damn i have 18k for chapter 3 already written. i literally just need to close the damn scene up#it's been over a YEAR NOWWWWWWWWWW like holy fucking shit. i need this OUT ALREADYYYYYYYYYYY#ladue chapter 3 i will free you into the abyss. i cannot promise more than chapter 3 but i can promise a chapter 3 at least.#i had a whole plan for the fic but idk if i'll ever be able to write it#considering it's taken like. ... years. between chapters.#it took me 2 years to post chapter 2 and it's been a year now since then. ugh.#see the thing is chapter 3 closes the initial arc of them starting to date. and then there's more stuff.#maybe i'll keep it open just in case the urge strikes me to continue it eventually.#and if it never does. i might make a 4th chapter that outlines the eventual plans i had for the fic. so that people know at least.#ive seen that a Few times for discontinued fics.#....but the thing is i dont want to mark any of my fics discontinued!!!! theyre all my darlings!!! i want to go back to them all eventually#i'll just have to see. if a chapter 4 ends up taking several more years. well. maybe it'll be time to call it there. who fucking knows lol#i'll try to get chapter 3 finished sometime soon though. i really want to have it out already.
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anyone who talked about skipping Any of the nuwho doctors is going through my shredder
Hi any people who enjoy doctor who I want to get into the new stuff where do I start from?
#ive seen people say skip 9 skip 12 skip 13âŚ. watch 9 and 10 and skip 11 and 12 and come back for 13?????#or to only watch 10 and to only come back for 14âs special i am crying right now you dont understand how this pains me#the correct answer as many have stated before me is to start with 9 ofc#your other option if you want to catch right up to the stuff coming out rn is just watch 13 and catch up later#but i feel like 13 isnt a good place to start as a first time viewer bc itâs where the writing gets a bit more like. consistently fucked off#you want a little bit of 12 to show you what it was like before some of the changes maybe#alternatively you could watch like a few good standalone eps from 9 through 12 and then speed through 13???#blink⌠girl in the fireplace⌠turn left⌠time heist⌠love and monstersâŚâŚâŚ.. all the classics /j#like i feel like starting from 9 would be so overwhelming if you wanted to catch up on stuff quick#ive done the maths that shit would take you weeks to work through minimum#however it is 100% a journey worth taking#hence my original addition (i never add onto posts Never unless it comes from ranboo plssss forgive me plsss)#every single doctor is so so important and i cannot fathom skipping any of them#my shredder. itâs turning on. in you go :)#doctor who#nuwho#literally pointless fucking yelling into the void rn looking at the s12-13 dvds sitting on my desk unwatched#i will catch up i promise!! just not like today probably. but soon#dont get me started on doctor who ever i have been ride or die for that show my entire life i can talk Forever about it#sorry ranboo for ur notifs. :)
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leon theme i spent my early morning hours working on even tho i have to wake 6 am !!! đŤľđ⨠(it is 10 minutes to 5 am)
#⯠ę°á starry thoughts ŕťęą *¡Ë#actually will sleep soon but :P silly!#i like my theme a lot. i will still fix and add to it FOR REAL THIS TIME I PROMISE I SWEAR so yeah :3 <3#i think the pfp is a bit small. but idk. might make it bigger anyway.#re is So so so scary been going thru re chronologically finally (but like. thru watching. but w/o commentary.#bcs i'm so sorry horror games are the Only games i cannot play myself i get too scared ..... one day i will man up tho. but only for#bloodborne my bbg. hooray. pray for me.) !!!!!#also working on my writing sb :P sm i wna do this summer but it starts with Me taking care of myself which i shall... do more of..... asap.#funnily enough since for a bit now i've gotten back into playing vn/otome games. since i've been nagging my twin to get into some specific#games like Our Life and Touchstarved ahahaha i sucked her back into this hellhole ..... now against my former will i have installed that#love&deepspace game last wednesday morning. wow. and previously i got ikepri but my twin went the Whooole way getting ikepri#and getting back into ikevamp etc SORRY FOR EXPOSING YOU I LOVE YOU lol silly. it's actually so Funny honestly.#also wna get back into writing in general ^_^ will probably share more abt my ocs too!#& generally talk more w moots and friends on diff platforms... i wna manage my time Super well :3 <3 I Will. I Am. hashtag Mindset Matters.#world is crazy rn uh lots to say but all i will say for now is : Don't Forget About Palestine. they are still suffering. please do what you#can to support all the people who need that help and for the media to Still see them and not get totally distracted abt other stuff. !!!!!
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HAWK TUAH !
jjk men during a bl0w!e
MULTIPLE X READER
-> GOJO, SUKUNA, CHOSO, GETO, NANAMI, TOJI
cw: bj stuff. cum play (kinda idk) rough characters. dirty talk. degradation. choking
GOJO SATORU AKA HEAD PUSHER
Soooo needy itâs insane. Heâs so desperate to feel every inch of your soft warm mouth. he promises to let you do your thing but as soon as you wrap your lips around the tip his hands fly to your head and his hips snap. heâs muttering apologize as he pushes you down until your nose touches his skin. he throws his head back and moans open mouthed like a slut.
heâll get so caught up in the moment he keep you down there for like 30 seconds just grinding his hips into your mouth. letâs you up when you pinch his thigh. you will be coughing and your face will be covered in spit by the end. he lovess facials and always rubs the cum in using his tip. he keeps a photo of you with his cock on your face and cum in your mouth as his wallpaper.
âs-shit baby⌠deeper, little moreâ
âyou can take it, i know you can babyâ
âjust make me feel good okay?â
RYOMEN SUKUNA AKA THROAT DESTROYER
uhm yeah⌠what did you expect. does not give a shit about you when his cock is in your mouth. keeps you at the edge of the bed with your head hanging off and his fucking your mouth like a fleshlight. goes so deep his cock is showing in your throat. your gags make him want to go another round. plugs your nose when youâre deep throating so you canât breath.
âuntil my jaw locksâ yeah he took that as a challenge. loves tying you up with a low vibrator on your clit while he fucks that mouth as torture. you honestly donât know if you love it or hate it. Sukuna loves it though, thatâs for sure. cums deep in your throat, every time. will face fuck you again if he sees you didnât swallow it all.
âfuck gag on that dick, bitchâ
âi can see my cock in your throat! but whoâs surprised?â
âyou better swallow my seed⌠itâll probably reach your stomach with how deep i amâ
CHOSO KAMO AKA WHINY B!TCH
again, whoâs surprised. he thought handjobs were great⌠but this? whole different level. you start but sucking on the tip until heâs sensitive. then you lick stripes up and down his veins. you use soo much spit and he loves it. he loves it when you press kisses to his cock and then deep throat it.
hes mesmerized by the way your head moves, the way your lips look. he has to force himself to not throw his head back so he can see you. one time he got ahead of himself and snapped his hips up and you choked on him, best day of his life. when he found out your throat felt like that? no going back. he begs you to deep throat him all the time.
âmore⌠more more more. please baby!â
âremember how good i eat you out? please treat me goodâ
âi know itâs too deep! im sorry i canât stop babyâ
SUGURU GETO AKA NICE N SLOW
just into good old fashioned blowjobs. your hand kept at the base and your lips move up and down his shaft. he wants your tongue swirling over it like a lollipop. he brushes your hair out of your face to see your expressions. heâs so gentle and nice when it comes to blowjobs.
letâs you grind on his leg while you suck him off. mostly uses it as foreplay and not a main way to get off. likes for your spit to act as lube for him to slide in. if he was gonna cum from a bj it would be on your tits. he loves that.
âfuck keep that up and iâll cumâ
âlet it get hard in your mouth⌠thatâs rightâ
âdonât give me those innocent eyes, slutâ
NANAMI KENTO AKA UNDER THE DESK
oh youâll support your working man, from under the desk. heâs so stressed about work these days and you have just the solution! you showed up to his home office in skimpy lingerie and without saying a word you crawl under his desk and get to work. he gets so flustered so fast, blushing and stuttering about how his report is due.
grips the chair so tight when you start working your magic. he doesnât want to thrust up because he knows heâll bruise your throat. uses his belt to wrap around your neck and guide you instead. pulls your hair an insane amount. cums in your mouth but likes to watch it pour out onto your body.
âiâm working baby⌠youâll get me too distractedâ
âwrap that belt around your neck, be a good assistantâ
âis this you saying thank you for being my sugar daddy?â
TOJI FUSHIGURO AKA TWO HANDS
heâs so big you need to use your hands or else he might pop out on the other side of your neck. youâre moving your hands and your mouth at a similar pace. he definitely teaches you how he wants it. he guides your head to a good rhythm and then lets you do your thing.
maybe heâll have a cigarette hanging out his mouth when you suck it. blowing smoke in your face to tease you. definitely makes fun of the fact that you canât take all of him. your jaw has to be open so wide to get him in. cums everywhere, your face, throat, tits. doesnât matter, if itâs you heâll cum there.
âdonât just move your hands up and down baby, turn emâ
âyour face looks so fucking small next to my dick!â
âcâmon, try harder to take it or else iâll force you toâ
#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#jjk#jujustu kaisen#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#toji x reader smut#toji x reader#toji smut#gojo smut#geto smut#geto x reader#geto suguru x reader#nanami smut#nanami x reader#nanami kento x reader#choso kamo x reader#choso x reader#choso smut#sukuna#sukuna x reader#sukuna smut#sukuna ryoumen x reader
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hiiii if youâre still looking for remus centered requests, i rly liked your best friend steve giving reader a hickey and couldnât help but think of Remus too! like him helping a shy reader not feel insecure about being the âinexperiencedâ one of their friend group⌠by giving her some experience đđ? love ya lots!
love u thank u for requesting<3
âRemus gives you your first kiss, and then a little more than that. You know, between friends. fem, 1.2k
âWill anyone kiss me tonight, or shall I go unkissed, like some leper?âÂ
You laugh at Siriusâ drama. âItâs not so terrible,â you say, coming up the hallway behind him and James, your face bitten by the cold.Â
âI know, my lovely little blueberry muffin,â Sirius croons, leaning back and prodding at your cheeks, the smell of cider stuck to him like a cloud, âhow you remain unkissed is a mystery to me. Shall we fix that now?âÂ
Sirius is your friend, he doesnât poke fun, but you flush nervously at his question. James grabs Sirius by the shoulders and yanks him away from you toward the kitchen, âStop teasing!âÂ
âIâm not teasing! I would love to kiss you, sweetheart, just as soon as I can figure out which one of you is the real one,â Sirius says.Â
Remus laughs and closes the front door, the last one in. He wraps his hand around your shoulders. âHeâd be so lucky,â he says loudly, sending a sulking, pouting Sirius in the opposite direction, James on his tail in giggles promising to feed him some unbuttered toast if he doesnât chill out.Â
Remusâ arm falls behind your back. âWhy does he act like that? Four drinks and heâs in love with everyone. He gets so urgent.âÂ
You confess slowly, âI canât say I blame him. Sometimes⌠I wish someone would kiss me quite urgently, and I donât even need to get drunk.â
âYou do?âÂ
âJust because Iâve never had one doesnât mean I donât want one,â you say, âitâs really weird being the only one who doesnâtâ who isnât dating anyone.â You fluster at your confession, worried itâs too much to share, even while his thumb rubs affectionately into your shoulder.Â
âIâm not dating anyone,â Remus says.Â
âNo, but, going for hookups and stuffââ
You falter as he laughs. âYou want one night stands?âÂ
âNo,â you say honestly, âbut still. Youâve all done that stuff and Iâm like, a twenty something loser.âÂ
âYou listen to Sirius too much. You have an entire life to find someone to kiss you.âÂ
âI sort of want it now, though,â you say meekly.Â
Remus laughs again, his arm wrapping tightly behind your back. Youâve both had a drink too, not tipsy like Sirius but the buzz of it perhaps the cause of your loosened tongue, and his easy touching, his teasing. He smiles down at you kindly, âYou want a kiss, is that it?â he asks, âSirius has upset you and a kiss will make it better?âÂ
You find you love the feeling of his chest pressed to yours, âI donât know. It would be nice to have one just so he can stop talking about it.âÂ
He pulls you right into him and angles his face against yours like heâs going to kiss you, his laughing a soft warmth on the tip of your nose. âYou want it right now?â he asks, his hand rubbing sweetly into your back. Layers of fabric feel useless; itâs like heâs caressing naked skin.Â
âYou canât kiss me,â you say.Â
âWhy not?âÂ
âWeâre friends.âÂ
âWhatâs a good kiss between friends?â Heâs following your eyes, he knows all your tones, Remus wouldnât play with you like this if he thought it wasnât what you wanted.
âI wonât know how to do it,â you warn in a whisper, youâre reluctance clearly fading. Â
âWell, youâre very pretty, so any bad kissing cancels out.âÂ
You bend into him as his arm pulls you up, your noses nearly touching, closing your eyes as he leans in.Â
âYou sure?â he asks.Â
âMm,â you hum, though he doesnât kiss you until you nod.Â
Your noses press together most of all, the strongest sensation, but then thereâs heat as his lips part so slightly and press into yours. He kisses upward and you have the sense to keep pressing down, letting his soft kisses move you with him, like an ebbing wave. You take an instinctive step back and he pauses, until you attempt to kiss him again and prompt him into movement âhe takes the lead. His hands grasp at your back like youâre water slipping through his fingers, letting a sound of pleasure filter from his lips into yours.Â
Itâs so peculiar. Itâs like fireworks, like all the books and movies say, but itâs more. Itâs so warm, and his lips are soft even as his kissing turns rougher, as he tilts his head to the side and his lips come apart against yours. Your hand climbs hesitantly against his side, then up, then stuck at the place just above his ribs.Â
âTouch me,â he says gently, breaking the kiss as your breath comes fast, âwrap your arm around me, itâs alright.âÂ
âAm I hopeless?â you ask, placing your arm behind his shoulder and tipping back to see his face.Â
He shakes his head, frowning, why is he frowning? âHopeless?â he repeats. His hand comes up to your face, and thatâs almost as bad as the kiss, the heat of his palm on your face and his thumb stroking over the slope of your cheek. He uses that movement to turn your head, and when he ducks in for another kiss, he murmurs, âNo, I wouldnât say hopeless,â the end of it lost on your lips.Â
This kiss is rougher again. Your heart beats so loudly you can hear the thump of it in your ears as your eyes close and you attempt to fit a hundred wanted kisses into one. He just squeezes you close and returns your enthusiasm, until you canât breathe, forced to hang your head over his shoulder as you pant for air.Â
Remus kisses your neck. Itâs a shock: you squirm at the sensation but let your head fall to the side as he does it again, not nearly as insistent as his lips had been on yours but something unsaid in the trail of his nose as it runs back up your neck and he kisses the skin below your ear. He slows, and slows, until heâs pulling away to stare at you.Â
You lift yourself up, nonplussed. âI didnât know it felt like that.âÂ
Remus shifts his hand from the side of your neck to the front, wiping at the marks of his kissing with his thumb where it wets your skin. âIt doesnât always.â He smiles at you with just a hint of smugness in his eyes. âI donât suppose you want to know what a love bite feels like?âÂ
âOi!â James calls from the kitchen. âWhat are you two doing?âÂ
You pull apart slowly from one another. You think he mightâve forgotten where you were, as did you.Â
James catches the fall of Remusâ hand where it had been on your cheek and squints suspiciously. âWhat are you guys doing? I made toast.âÂ
You canât look at him. Remus saves the day. âWeâre looking for her earring.âÂ
âYou wonât find it with the lights off.â He glares again with suspicion before turning back to the kitchen. âI didnât even know she wore earrings,â he mutters.Â
Remus gives you a sideways look. âMaybe I can show you what it feels like after?â he suggests, voice measured.Â
âBetween friends?â you ask.Â
âNo.â He puts his hand to the small of your back and gives you a gentle nudge down the hallway. âNot between friends.âÂ
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