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piastriprincess · 2 months ago

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was your soul rediscovered (was your heart rearranged?) ⸻ lando norris x reader .

featuring lando norris , soulmate au , friends to lovers word count 2.6k author’s note thank you thank you THANK YOU for all the love on my oscar fic , this is another one i’ve been workshopping for a bit - lowkey inspired by @binisainz , i love the way she writes lando sm . i promise yall i don’t only write friends to lovers !! anyway hope you all like it , inbox is open for requests or if you wanna talk to me !! title from maine by noah kahan .

“Mate, what are you watching?” your best friend says as he steps out of his room.

You were sprawled on his expensive couch, but you practically bolt up when you hear his voice. “Nothing,” you respond, voice shaky and high-pitched as you try to pause the video, but you’re no match for Lando’s reflexes, honed over years of pushing his body to the limit. He snatches the phone out of your hand — the little gremlin — and starts giggling almost immediately. “Soulmate Theory: Understanding the Red String of Fate?”

“Shut up,” you hiss, cheeks burning as you try to grab your phone from him. Lando’s anticipating that move, though, and he steps just out of your reach, grinning at you with that annoying smile he’s perfected over your years-long friendship. “Lan, give it back.”

You can hear the narrator’s voice, tinny through your phone speakers as the video keeps playing: “The two souls connected by the red thread are destined to be lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstance. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break.” You can’t stand the stupid smile on Lando’s face for a second longer, so you jump on Lando’s back. His giggle drowns out the rest of the narration as you finally manage to wrestle the phone out of his hands, stabbing the pause button like you have a personal vendetta against it.

“Not another word about it,” you warn him, smoothing your dress. He actually manages to keep his mouth shut for about five minutes.

“I can’t believe you buy into that stuff,” Lando scoffs, rolling his shoulders in that cocky way of his as you both exit his apartment building. He pulls open the passenger door, and you slide into his car as he walks around to the driver’s side. “It’s such rubbish.”

You sigh. “I can’t believe you don’t. I mean, look at all the people who found their soulmates. Look at Oscar and Lily! How can you hear all those stories and still believe there’s no such thing?”

“We can’t see it,” Lando shrugs as he hands you the aux cord without even looking. “The red string is supposed to show up if we fall in love with our soulmates, but who could prove it? I could say Tate McRae was my soulmate and no one would be able to tell I was wrong, even her. Unless she fell in love with me and didn’t see it.”

“Please,” you respond tartly, pausing before the punchline. “As if you could ever pull Tate McRae.” You know he’s about to respond, a sassy retort or a punch to the shoulder brewing in his mind, but before he can, you hit play on your ‘Make Lando Shut Up’ Spotify playlist. His eyes widen with delight as On the Floor by J.Lo starts to play, and before you know it you’re both singing along, the conversation effectively forgotten.

⸻

You’re sitting in a booth at Jimmyz, watching Charles Leclerc cross the dance floor with your chin propped in your hand. His tanned skin shines under the pulsing lights, those beautiful blue eyes crinkling at the corners as he speaks rapid-fire French to one of the other drivers. You’re not sure when you started noticing Charles the way you do now. Maybe it’s a stupid crush on one of Lando’s friends, a guy tangentially in your orbit who’s finally single. Or maybe, just maybe, he’s your —

“Just go talk to him, you muppet,” Lando says directly into your left ear, and you jump in surprise, whirling to face him. His hair is damp, a sheen of sweat on his muscular arms.

“Jesus Christ, Lando. Stop sneaking up on me.”

“I’m just saying,” he continues, eyes bright and teasing as he leans closer to you. “Eye sex tends to work better when the other person is looking back at you.”

“Charles will realize he wants my eye sex one of these days,” you counter, sitting back in the booth. “This is eye foreplay.”

Lando grins, wiggling his eyebrows. “Maybe you should get some eye experience, to know what you’re doing when the time comes. Wanna have a staring contest?”

You snort, bumping your shoulder against his. “Ew. Freak.” You don’t look back at Charles. He’s not looking at you, anyway. “Think those girls might have a problem with that,” you note, eyes flicking to the gaggle of bleach-blondes Lando left behind at the edge of the booth.

He rolls his eyes. “Please. You know you’re the only one who’s coming home with me.” You allow him a small smile at that, and he grabs your arm, pulling you out of the booth to dance.

⸻

“Oh my god,” you moan, teeth sinking into the first bite. “I think this pizza is my soulmate.” You’re at a tiny ristorante in Monza, executing your oldest pre-race tradition of taking Lando to Saturday night dinner (he insists that if you pay, it’s all even, despite the fact that he pays for your flights and hotel room and gives you a paddock pass).

Lando’s scrolling through his phone absentmindedly, not looking at you. “That’d be a real win for the universe, wouldn’t it?” he replies dryly.

You give him a pass. He’s still waiting for his food, and he gets fussy when he’s hungry. “I’m serious,” you continue lightly, waving a slice in his general direction. “Try some.” He doesn’t look up. “I should invite Charles here. Maybe we’ll be poly soulmates with this margherita. Do you think if we both ate some at the same time, we’d be able to see the red string going down our throats?”

Lando giggles, finally putting his phone away, and you feel a little swell of happiness in your stomach. “Oh my god, shut up, you muppet.” He reaches for the pizza, about to take the slice from your hand when he goes pale, letting it slip through his fingers. It falls face-down on his plate, untouched.

“What the hell, Lan?” you grin, but all of a sudden he looks like he’s on another planet, eyes wide and fixed on your face. “You okay?” you ask, concerned, and place your hand on his wrist. The skin burns beneath your fingers.

His eyes meet yours for another second, and then he shakes his head like he’s clearing cobwebs from his brain. “Totally. Just… zoned out for a second, I think,” he says softly.

“Okay,” you say, unconvinced and ready to press him on it, but then the waiter comes back to your table with his pizza, and that strange, charged moment passes.

⸻

You’re sprawled on Lando’s couch under a big blanket, a little wine-drunk as Notting Hill plays on the TV screen in front of you. You’ve seen it a hundred times, since Lando picks it practically every single movie night, but you can’t stop your eyes from getting a little misty when Hugh Grant and Julia Roberts look at each other in the crowded press room, the red string wrapping around the mic stands and chairs from one pinky to the other.

“See?” Lando tosses a piece of popcorn into the air, catching it in his mouth. “Hugh Grant was like, totally in love with his wife. She finds her soulmate and leaves him. And the whole time, Julia Roberts was there. His real soulmate, out in the universe, and he marries someone else.”

“That doesn’t lessen the value of the love,” you shrug, throwing a handful from your bowl at his head. He yelps, pieces hitting him in the face. “It just means the person who was made for him was somebody else. You can still be happy with someone who isn’t your soulmate.”

“God. Love’s complicated enough without soulmates messing it up,” he mutters under his breath, just loud enough for you to catch. “I hate soulmates.”

“How do you hate something you don’t believe in?” you ask automatically, expecting his usual anti-soulmate rant. But it doesn’t come, and when you look over at him, he’s avoiding your eyes.

“Oh my god,” you say, somewhat delightedly. “You do believe in them. You believe in soulmates.”

“Shut up,” he mumbles, suddenly very interested in his popcorn bowl.

“I thought you thought they were ‘rubbish,’” you mimic his words from weeks ago, not even bothering to hide your smile anymore. “What happened?”

“They still are rubbish,” he protests. “How terrible is it that we know someone out there is made for us, but we don’t know if we found that person until we’re already in love? Look at Hugh Grant and the ex-wife. They had to know they were dooming their soulmates if they stayed together.”

You frown. “It’s just a movie, Lan. An admittedly great movie, but a movie. Plus, they found the right person in the end.” You motion to the TV, where Hugh Grant and Julia Roberts sit in the park.

He sits up, eyes flickering over your face restlessly. “What if they hadn’t? If you love somebody who isn’t your soulmate, would you leave them to wait for the real thing? Or would you stay with the person you love anyway?”

“Me?” you ask, and he nods, his fingertips drumming against the arm of the couch. “I dunno. Who knows if I’ll ever find my soulmate, you know? I want to believe I will, but it’s a big world. I guess I’d stay with the person I love.”

He slouches back on the couch as the credits roll. “Yeah. Love’s hard enough without soulmates.”

⸻

“You’ll never believe what just happened,” you laugh. “Are you sitting down?”

“Hold on,” Lando’s voice spills through your phone speakers. He’s in Woking for testing this week, so you’re all alone in Monaco, and you hate to admit that just hearing his voice is making you smile. “One second.” You hear him close a door behind him, then the soft oof of him flopping facedown onto the couch. “Alright. I’m sat. Lay it on me.”

“Okay. So. I was on one of those park benches by the beach reading, right? And all of a sudden this little dog runs up to me.” You pause for dramatic effect. “It’s Charles’s dog. And he comes running up after him, all cute and sweaty, and thanked me for catching Leo. And we got to talking, and he asked me if I wanted to grab dinner with him tonight.” You can hear the smile in your voice, sure he’s about to tease you endlessly for it. “What?” Lando says, sharply, and you have to hold the phone away from your ear a little.

“Jesus, Lan. Volume.” You’re only teasing, but for a moment there’s nothing but silence on the other end of the phone.

“Well… that’s cool,” he says flatly. You frown. You don’t know what reaction you were expecting, but it’s not this.

“Are you serious?” you say, picking at your cuticle. “I thought you’d be happier for me. You’ve been telling me to talk to him for, like, ever. And this was a pretty cute first encounter. Straight out of a rom-com. Maybe I’ll see the red string tonight. Maybe he’s my —”

“Charles Leclerc is not your soulmate,” Lando scoffs dismissively.

You roll your eyes before you realize he can’t see you. “How would you even know?”

A pause. Suddenly the amorphous space between you feels charged like a live wire.

“He just isn’t. No way.” Lando says firmly, and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Whatever,” you say, but your enthusiasm is somewhat dimmed. “I guess we’ll see on the date. How’s testing going?”

He launches into some story about how Oscar accidentally nearly broke the rear wing by leaning too heavily on it, but you’re not listening, not really. His words, his certainty rubbed you the wrong way. How would Lando possibly know whether or not Charles was the right one for you?

He couldn’t, of course. No one could. You wish you could just ignore it, let it go, but Lando knows you better than almost anyone, and you trust him instinctually.

Charles Leclerc is not your soulmate.

You hadn’t thought that he was, not seriously at least, but hearing Lando say it so straight-out made the butterflies in your stomach stop fluttering. An hour before you’re supposed to meet Charles at the restaurant, you text him to cancel.

⸻

“I think it’s going to rain,” you muse, taking a sip of your iced coffee. You’d dragged Lando on an adventure to some cafe overlooking the ocean; your friend had told you it had a beautiful view and the best kouign amanns in the principality. She wasn’t wrong, and although the walk was longer than you’d expected, you’d been congratulating yourself on a Saturday well spent until the sky started growing darker.

“It’s not going to rain,” Lando says from beside you, voice muffled as his mouth is half-full of one of the pastries. “It never rains in Monaco.”

It’s like the storm was waiting for dramatic effect; just then, the sky opens up, and before you know it the rain is soaking through your shirt.

“Shit,” you laugh, watching the shock evident on his face. “Never rains, huh?”

As you speak, there’s a crack of thunder behind you. You’re not a child, not scared of storms like you used to be, but Lando still grabs your hand as you take off running, searching for the nearest shelter from the driving rain. He pulls you down a side alley, your sneakers skidding on the wet stone as you stop beneath an awning.

You lean against the wall, panting as you look up at him. His white tee is soaked through and his hair is plastered to his forehead, but he’s grinning at you, eyes bright, so breathtaking that you feel like the wind just got knocked out of your body. “Always an adventure,” he says cheerfully, and you realize he’s still holding your hand. You’re about to wriggle away, to wipe the water off your face, when something catches your eye. You look down at your hands and nearly stop breathing. There’s a glowing red thread, winding from your pinky to his.

The red string of fate, you think to yourself. The two souls connected by the red thread are destined to be lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstance. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break.

Oh. Oh, oh, oh.

Lando was your soulmate.

You were in love with your best friend.

“You okay?” Lando asks, and you realize you’ve been silent for far too long. You want to look at him, but you can’t seem to drag your eyes away from the thread.

“Our hands look good together,” you say dreamily. You can’t keep the smile off your face. “I never realized until just now.”

“Yeah?” Lando says, his voice pitching up slightly. “What changed?”

You look up, finally, and meet his eyes, see the way his tongue darts out to lick the plush pink of his bottom lip. He’s nervous. Does he know? You’re not going to force it, if he doesn’t.

“A new accessory,” you say vaguely, shrugging your shoulders, but your cheeks are starting to hurt from beaming at him.

“Red, by any chance?” he asks, and you know.

“And joint custody,” you agree.

His smile lights up his entire face. “Took you long enough.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” you smack his arm, hard, and he just shrugs. You’re understanding his change of heart on soulmates, now. He figured out that he had one. “When did you find out?”

“When you were shoveling that pizza, in Monza.”

You grin, eyes shining with tears. How could you not have guessed it? “Played it off well, there.”

“I’m super smooth,” he agrees, pulling you closer. Your hands land on his chest, like they’ve always been meant to be there. “I’m gonna kiss you now, yeah?” he murmurs, tilting your chin up with one finger.

You’re already leaning in, and when your lips brush against each other for the first time it feels like coming home. “Took you long enough.”

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star--stilinski · 6 months ago

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I would absolutely LOVE to request a buzzcut stiles smut omg😭

If you are comfortable and if this is not too much detail could you write something about Stiles being insecure of his buzzcut thinking it makes him unattractive but when he tells his other bsf/reader she’s like flabbergasted and tells him how hot it makes him and it makes him all cocky. Then he’d probably like ask her is she’s serious and when she says yes finally act on his feelings. Maybe soft smut? If that is okay

HALLELUIAH YES GAWDDDD i love this sm omg

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stiles frowns at his reflection. scott is ranting in the school bathroom again, but it's all stuff stiles has already heard before and he's distracted anyway. he runs an absent hand over his short hair before following a still-rambling scott out of the bathroom and down the hall.

it's been getting on his nerves lately, how slow his hair is growing. he thought it was pretty cool at first, until he was slapped in the face with the reality of his best friend getting girls left and right and leaving stiles completely dry. not that it's scott's fault- he's just easy to get jealous of with this kind of thing.

"dude, are you even listening?" scott abruptly stops and whirls on stiles. "you've been dead silent for, like, three minutes."

"yeah, i heard you. but it's a little hard to care about your girlfriend strife when she actively wants to sleep with you. speaking of,"

allison is leaning against a locker, watching scott with a dreamy look. she waves and smiles softly, leaving scott to return the smile-wave combo with a lot less charisma.

"listen," stiles sighs, trying to keep the bite of envy out of his tone, "you probably just need to talk to her. girls love confidence. just, i dunno," he waves wildly with his hands. "do that."

scott squints at him. "i think that might be the worst advice you've ever given me."

"worse than killing derek?"

"possibly. now, i'm gonna go-" scott throws a look towards allison and swallows thickly, "figure that out. i'll see you."

stiles calls after him; "don't be an idiot! remember i'm living vicariously through you right now!"

once scott and allison are far enough down the hall, he rubs a hand over his hair again and huffs. stupid, stupid freshman stiles and his bad hair decisions.

"you're gonna rub right through your skull."

"GAH!" stiles jumps back from you, snapped out of his spiraling thoughts. you laugh at him behind your hand, looking up through your pretty lashes. "jesus, your footsteps are like feathers. i need to put a bell on you."

that makes you frown, shoulder-checking him as you start walking. "you're just not used to anything other than two-left-feet scott mccall. i have perfectly regular footsteps."

he jogs to catch up with you as you make your way to the school parking lot, eyeing your choice of shorts. your legs being out is a big plus for his racing mind today.

"hey, you busy today? scott ditched me to go play loverbirds and i don't want to do my homework." he hums, pushing one of the heavy doors open and letting you through.

"hmm, that depends, do you have food at your house?"

"not even a little," he smirks at the almost-yes as you both trot through the empty lot towards his jeep. "that's why we're getting drive thru."

"who's paying?"

"who do you think?"

you cheer excitedly as he unlocks the jeep.

☆

you're sat criss-cross on stiles' bed as he paces, tracking his movement with your eyes. he's on a tangent about scott, actually, and how his decision-making skills are subpar. you're listening intently with a tilted head, watching his hands flex as he talks, and the way his biceps bulge without his flannel on, and how his jawline is so sharp-

"and girls are confusing, y'know? sorry, no offense, it's just-" this catches your attention, making your eyes flit up to his as they dart around the room. "it's just that you're all so... so... what do you guys even want? can't be money, because scott has a girlfriend. can't be personality, because jackson has a girlfriend. definitely can't be looks, because i'm pretty sure greenburg is going out with abby right now."

he sighs and turns on you, taking a dangerous step closer to the bed. his brow is upturned, eyes pleading, lips parted.

"it's this stupid buzzcut, isn't it?"

you blink, just once, before squinting. "what?"

"my hair, it's so-" he pushes a frustrated hand through it, and his jaw clenches. "so not hot."

and when he says it, with his narrowed eyes all sharp and his pink lips pressed together, you think for a moment he must be joking. "...what?"

he turns his glare onto you. "you know what i mean, okay? it's unattractive, it must be. i mean, i go completely unnoticed-"

"wait, you actually mean to tell me you think your buzzcut is ugly?"

stiles huffs, clearly not liking the bluntness of his feelings being laid out. "that it makes me ugly, yeah."

this makes you pause. maybe you're a minority, but when stiles drives his jeep and starts talking fast about something nerdy, you imagine climbing into his lap and making him crash the car. one time you two were arguing while he was in his lacrosse uniform and you genuinely wanted to offer to suck his dick. and even right now, with his too-tight t-shirt and his frustrated face, you want to ask him to take his frustration out on you... in- in a hot way. you may have gone a little far with that one-

"would you stop looking at me like that?" he snips, eyes darting over your whole face and then your body like he's looking for the off switch. you frown up at where he stands.

"like what? i'm just in disbelief."

he rolls his eyes. "like you're gonna tackle me. it's weird, after what i just told you."

"well, maybe i do want to tackle you." oh shit, that was supposed to stay in your head! quick, make it look like it was on purpose! "the buzzcut doesn't make you ugly."

his face screws up in confusion. "well, then, what does it make me?"

"hot."

you both kinda falter, like there's nowhere to go from here. his mouth gapes open and you watch his cheeks grow pinker, much similar to your own. and since you've already dug the hole and he doesn't seem too bothered, you make it an inch or two deeper.

"you're pretty hot, stiles. i mean, you hang around scott and stay in your room, so it's not like you're around enough girls for them to tell you. and you never ask me, so... that's probably why you're unaware."

he gapes at you, a hand going to his hair like it has a whole new purpose to him. "i didn't know asking you was an option...."

"apparently it is." you shrug. your oversized t-shirt and shorts suddenly seem not pretty enough for where this conversation seems to be going, but it's too late to linger on that thought now. anyway, his eyes are on you like sniper lasers... or something... and he takes another step closer to you.

"okay, um... i'm asking you."

you raise your eyebrows. what, he just wants you to lament on how sexy he is? you're not that easy, he's probably going to use that information to chase the skirts of some long, skinny-legged girl at school. besides, there's not even that much to-

"please." he hums.

you swallow, turning your face away from him. "okay, well, you've got the whole secretly smart guy thing going on. and your nose is really nice. mix that with the way your eyes are...-"

"my eyes are what?"

you glance up to glare at his impatience. he tilts his head at you, and you swear you can see a mischievous glint in those stupid, stupid (aggravatingly sexy) eyes. bastard.

"they're, um, provocative. when you're frustrated. or focused." you turn your eyes awayyyy from his reaction, for your own safety. "and your jaw is nice, so. plus your hands-"

"my hands?"

"are you gonna keep interrupting me? 'cause i'll stop." you gripe up at him, but looking back up was a big mistake. his cheeks are tinted pink but his mouth is quirked up into a knowing little smirk, like your embarrassment is suddenly clay for him to play with. yeah, no. you are not getting stuck in this position with stiles. "okay, yeah, that's enough."

"no, nonononono wait." he crosses the rest of the distance to crouch in front of the bed, looking up at you. "i'm sorry. i'm just not used to this. or you, like this." his hand rests atop your knee. "i won't even react. keep going, just a bit?"

you pout and look at his hand as his thumb rubs back and forth on your bare skin. it's warm and relaxing and makes your whole body burn hot when his hand inches up your thigh just barely. you look back up at him, but his face is earnest, promising. you sigh.

"your buzzcut makes you look good."

his eyebrows inch up his forehead.

"really good."

stiles grins.

☆

you're not really sure if you left stiles' house or escaped it, after that. all you know is that last night did some serious damage to your ego... and some serious maintenance to his. as you leave school, your mind replays the series of events and the blush that has been plaguing your cheeks and making you overheat returns.

dammit! you had to avoid stiles all day because of this stupid embarrassment. which proved difficult, since you guys had plenty of classes together and ate lunch with each other every day since forever. you slap your cheeks as you shoulder your way past the school doors and into the parking lot, glancing over at the field where lacrosse practice is in full swing.

your eyes catch on something odd, and coach's voice fades into the background when the image registers in your mind. stiles is leaning on the fence with his helmet in hand, sweat making his skin glow and a cocky look on his face. he's leaned over the fence, chatting up three soccer girls, who all seem very interested in whatever he's saying.

this, unfortunately, does not make you happy. but alas, what are you going to do? pull him away by the ear and chastise him for... talking to girls? you just wish you hadn't said anything about his stupid buzzcut (which looks unrealistically good with his lacrosse uniform).

all three of the girls throw their heads back laughing. and it's not even, like, pretty girl flirtatious laughter. it's loud, and one of the girls slaps her friend's arm. you want to rip the arm off.

but you keep walking instead, because you decided the bus was too much and walking home was the best option. better than standing in the parking lot, staring like a creep as your best friend (who you want to messy-make-out with) finally gets girls (who you want dead).

this is going to be a pathetic walk home.

you barely get to the end of the parking lot when you hear stiles shout your name as loud as he can.

part of you wants to stomp your feet and cry, or ignore him (as if the echo didn't reverberate off of the school building), or flip him off. like a middle schooler. because right now, you don't want to deal with the humiliation of telling stiles (through mumbles and attitude) how hot he is and how badly you want him to fuck you into his mattress, only for him to use you as matchmaker for hotter, more experienced girls.

but you're not a child, and he's still your best friend. plus, his lacrosse uniform.... yum.

jesus christ, you need a drink. there is no way that thought just consciously happened.

you drag your feet walking back, and the soccer girls skip off with their ponytails swinging. stiles is smiling all big and bright when you finally reach him. you are not smiling at all. "you needed me?"

"yeah, i wanted to know if you were coming over tonight." he stands taller than you, and his buzzcut looks so touchable right now, you want to bend him down to your level and run your fingers through it. you blink up at him as you stare, and the silence stretches. his hand comes up to the back of his neck. "uhh, just 'cause i could help you with the homework we skipped yesterday-" he interrupts himself. "are you okay?"

"i'm fine. for both. the homework and the question." you press your thumb into your palm and turn towards the lacrosse field, away from his searching eyes and worried lips. "see you tomorrow, yeah?"

you start to back away from him when he steps forward, the fence catching him from coming closer to you. "well i just- you should come over. i want you to."

"stiles, i can't wait for lacrosse practice to end-"

"i'll skip. they don't even need me." he clenches his jaw when you look back at him. there's a determination in his eyes you've never seen directed at you, and it makes your stomach flip. you've never fell victim to being his prey before, when he wants something so he gets it. the feeling is unrivaled. his lips part. "please."

you can feel your cheeks flush. why does that always have to work on you?

"okay, alright, no need to beg." you nod your head to his jeep, on the far side of the parking lot. "let's go."

he does a subtle fist pump that he doesn't think you see, and hops the fence to follow you, leaving literally everything in the locker room except his car keys. "how was your day?"

you glance up at him, but only for a second when you see how he's staring. all curious and excited, probably from the attention he was getting from those soccer girls. your lips press together in distaste before you even realize.

"it was fine." you shrug, watching as he gets ahead of you to open the passenger door. "got an A on mrs. martin's project."

stiles hums in approval, which may or may not make your lower stomach fizz with butterflies. then he closes your door and makes the short jog to his side, clambering inside. "good job. you hungry?"

you shake your head as he pulls out of the parking lot, doing your best to ignore the vein in his neck when he looks over his shoulder as he backs out, hand resting on your seat. yeah, you totally don't notice that. "no thanks, i'm okay."

"are you sure? i didn't see you at lunch. or english. or-"

"i wasn't feeling well today."

this shuts him up, but not in a good way. you feel his eyes on you, even as he drives, and it makes you squirm a bit. but he doesn't comment on your icy tone, and you drive the rest of the way in silence.

☆

in fact, you're silent all the way up to his room, where you toss your bag in the corner and toe your shoes off. stiles huffs out a sigh and scrubs over his buzzcut self-consciously, tracking you with his eyes as you trail aimlessly around his room and admire the things on his walls.

he's been dying to ask it. he has to. the girls on the soccer team said... he squeezes his eyes shut while you're turned away, repeating what they said to him in his head for nth time. just be honest, and confident. that's what you'd want.

stiles takes bold strides across the room right up to you. he gives you enough room to turn around and face him, but not much more.

"hey."

you scrunch your face up just a bit in confusion. "...hi?"

he clears his throat, his jaw flexing on it's own accord. "the...- okay, when you said my buzzcut makes me look really good-"

"stiles," you scoff and push past him, walking to the middle of his room as a means of escape. "i'm not doing this with you."

"no, wait, doing what?" he scurries around you to face you again, holding you lightly by the shoulders. "waitwaitwait. you gotta let me-"

"no. stop." you're embarrassed, he can tell now. the way you turn your face away and narrow your brow, he never knew he'd be able to read you so well. but he's doing it now, and he's not happy with what he's seeing.

"no, you stop. let me ask you what i want to ask, alright?" he huffs through his nose, and watches as you seem to come to attention. it gives him an odd thrill to see you react so readily when he corrects you. "are you gonna listen to me?"

you glare up at him for a second too long before nodding slowly. he nods too, and in a impatient, annoyed tone, he grumbles: "good."

and then stiles watches your eyes flicker as you fluster much more than he expected. he didn't think much of the words when he was saying them, but here you both are, weirdly into it. he blinks hard to clear his head.

"when you said my buzzcut makes me look 'really good'," he repeats, "did you mean really good to you or to other people?"

he feels you shift your weight by the movement of your shoulders. looking away, you hum, "i don't understand why this is important to you."

stiles narrows his eyes. "yes you do. you know you're into me and you just wont say it."

you snap your eyes to his and take a challenging step forward. "who said i'm into you? just because i said you're good looking doesn't mean you get to use me as some matchmaking machine. i won't inflate your ego just so you can hook up with popular girls, stiles. you can't-"

"i'm not asking so you can inflate my ego." stiles takes a step towards you, making you step back. "i'm asking because i want to know if you were serious." another step. "because i want you to think that about me." another step, and your back hits the wall.

you watch, doe eyed, as stiles brings a hand up to push some of your hair away from your face. his eyes meet yours, but dip down when your lips part. he swallows.

"so," stiles hums, towering over you. "were you being serious?"

stiles watches in awe as your pretty mouth forms around his new favorite word.

"yes."

he half expects himself to tear both of your clothes off and go wild. but his body moves on its own accord; taking your face gently in his hands, kissing you like you're made of glass. when you reciprocate eagerly, he feels his pants start to strain. fuck. seriously? can you please pretend you've had at least some action before?

he can't believe he has to talk his dick down when he's kissing you.

pressing you back up against his bedroom wall, he feels goosebumps rise as your nails rake lightly over his buzz, and it makes him hum. stiles gently removes one hand from the curve of your jaw and slides it onto your hip instead. he loves your hips. he loves them even more when his hands are on them, apparently, because the feeling of it is otherworldly.

what's even better, though, is when your tongue collides with his and you let out a small noise. it's high-pitched and whiney, and it almost makes him finish prematurely. he licks eagerly into your mouth to try and draw it out of you again, but you seem to silence yourself from embarrassment. this does not fly with stiles. his knee draws forward and splits your thighs apart, resting in between them, and he moves down to kiss at your neck. he'll make you whine again, he's sure of it.

"wait," you breathe out. he almost doesn't catch it, too busy with the way your skin feel on his lips and how he has you up against his wall, breathless and pliant. but he pulls back (albeit reluctantly) and meets your dazed look with one of his own.

"what? is this okay? do you wanna stop?" he might actually die on the spot if you want to stop. but he'd do it, for you. his hand massages your hip where he's got you gently pinned, and he watches as it visibly makes you sway (swoon, but you'd never admit that).

"no, no. but, your dad-"

"he's out."

"he could get home anytime."

"we can be quick. we don't have to do anything more than this right now."

"stiles," you're laughing at him. it's airy, and mostly just a teasing smile, but you're still laughing at him. "are you just saying that to get me in your bed? i mean..."

your thigh, which is in between his because of his being in between yours, slides up and presses lightly against his hard-on. his jaw goes slack as the unexpected pressure washes pleasure all over his nerves, and his shoulders bend over for a moment as his hips react on their own. he stops himself, thoroughly embarrassed, and glares at you. you giggle behind your hand, raising an eyebrow. "how're you gonna say you don't want anything below the collar with that going on?"

he pushes your thigh away, shaking his head. "i never said i didn't want anything more, i said we don't have to do anything more. plus, you're the one making the noises and touching me and... so, if anything, this isn't even my fault." stiles gestures vaguely to his dick.

"i'm flattered." you deadpan, before your hand trails from his chest to his stomach. he watches in awe, still half disbelieving that he got you here. you hook your fingers into his waistband and look up at him. "promise your dad wont walk in on us?"

"can you not talk about my dad while turning me on?" he groans, scrubbing a hand over his face. "swear on my life, you have nothing to worry about."

you nod and lean back against the wall, tugging him by his pants to meet you there. he follows suit, lining his body against yours as he kisses you, hands on your hips with yours running through his buzz. he captures your lower lip in his teeth and gently as he can, and you make another short, high-pitched noise again. his dick twitches in his pants.

"you wanna, um," you suck in a breath as he kisses your neck, "move to the bed?"

"yes," he sighs, and immediately pulls your hips forward and directs you to his bed. when you drop onto it and scoot back, stiles hesitates. your hair is a bit messy, lips are full, and your eyes have a glint in them he's never seen before. he's assaulted with the thought of you being his wife and having his kids and growing old and dying together, and then he blinks it away. jesus christ, you're a powerful woman.

he wants to do anything to make you look like this all the time. needy, pretty, all your insecurities and doubts kissed right off of your lips, even if it's just for a bit. is this what being horny is going to be like for him now? is he gonna be a sap when you want to fuck?

stiles crawls over you slowly, laying you back against his pillows. you're excited and it shows, and you're both smiling when he kisses you this time.

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he's a mess for days after, head full of the faces you make when he touches you just right, the noises coming from your mouth when you finish. the feeling of skin on skin, the picture perfect look of you wearing his shirt after. it takes scott about two and a half seconds to scrunch up his nose and make a disgusted face at stiles when he starts thinking it. your beauty is just seeping out of him, like he soaked you up and now every werewolf in a one hundred mile radius can smell the lovesick puppy on him.

you want to go on dates, too. real ones, all the time, and you think he's hot and cute and sometimes pretty, which is confusing to him but he likes it anyway. and he wants to save up his money so he can take you to a fancy restaurant. and he is so whipped.

which he's fine with. as long as it's for you. honestly, he's fine with almost anything, as long as it's for you.

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i didn't write smut and i apologize but my writing process is to blackout while my fingers fly across my keyboard like i'm a hacker spy until i come to and there's a story on the screen. so. smut didn't happen naturally so it ain't gonna happen at all, i guess. i dunno. ask writing star, not editing star. sorry i've been so absent, holidays is super busy with extended family and such. wish me luck. xoxo!!!

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BONUS!! stiles asks some poor soccer girls for help before you went to his house after lacrosse practice. the advice is... really somethin'.

"hey, um, lily?" he had to guess the name of the girl jogging past, but he got it right. she stopped and approached him skeptically, glancing at her two friends in front of her.

"yeah?" she threaded her fingers through the fence as he strided the rest of the distance to her. her two friends had begun making their way over as well. she had to squint past the sun as she stared at him. "what's up?"

"hi, hey, we have bio together. fourth period? i've sat behind you all sememster?"

her face showed no recognition.

"...anyway, i have a question. actually, i can ask all three of you. since you're, um, girls."

her two friends had approached at that point, and looked equally as put off by stiles as lily did. he cleared his throat and started on his ramble:

"so, let's say i'm best friends with this girl, and i like her. like, a lot. and she's kinda totally way out of my leauge, but we never talk about it because she doesn't see things like that anyway. and one day i get on a rant about girls and how confusing they are because, y'know," he gestured to his face like it was a tell of itself, "and she says that my biggest insecurity- err, physically- is actually really hot. and she says my hands are sexy. and my eyes are seductive. and she's like, kinda blushing a lot? but she blushes anyway about stuff around me so it doesn't really-"

"she likes you." one of lily's friends piped up behind her. "if that's what you're asking."

"are you sure? i'm not her type, plus-"

"dude," sighed the other one. the three girls shared a look, making stiles gulp. "girls don't call guys' hands sexy unless they're dying to have them in their mouth."

"mazie!" lily whirled around to slap her friend's shoulder, which did absolutely nothing to censor her. when she turned back to stiles, it was apologetically. "sorry, but she's got a point."

he slumped onto the fence in relief. "you think so? i want to put my hands in her mouth, if she's asking for that."

"nice." mazie nodded as the other two girls made noises of disgust. ignoring them, mazie continued. "honestly, she probably likes you but thinks you don't like her. especially if you're chatting up three soccer girls, looking like that."

the only girl stiles hadn't gotten the name of nodded solemly, and lily put her hands on her hips, determined. "okay, skinhead. how're you gonna confess?"

stiles smiles awkwardly. "uh, i'll just tell her when she comes over tonight?"

lily barked out a laugh, and her two friends followed suit. it was loud, like three crows making fun of him while they toss their heads back. it ended abruptly, too, and lily glared daggers at him in the silence. "no, idiot."

stiles whimpered a little "oh."

"girls love confidence." the unnamed girl declared, tilting her head. "when i flirt with girls i always make them like, say how hot i am. always gets them going."

"god," lily scrunched her nose, "are you both ovulating? we do not need to know all of that."

"so... what should i do?" stiles blinked at them, and they refocused their attention on him.

"be confident. be honest. that's always a rare, and hot, trait in a guy." lily said, before her eyes roved over him analytically. "anyway, you're attractive. it'll be fine."

"he's attractive?" the unnamed girl said, making all three of them laugh again. lily slapped her arm, and stiles let himself get distracted as his eye caught on someone walking across the parking lot.

oh, it's you.

his body feels a bit warmer, buzzing with nervous energy, as he shouts your name.

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beloveds-embrace · 6 months ago

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I think it would be so funny if Duke Price, before he and the other warms up to duchess, finds out that his wife has been secretly getting money via trade and whatnot and being offended. Like, why not come to me, your husband, for money??

And she just straight up tells him that she doesn’t trust or like him or his lovers. After all, who would trust a cheater?? And he just, spirals? Like omg my wife doesn’t like me? My wife thinks I’m a bad person? But I’m not!! I give her money, I don’t make her have sex with me, I even let her pick her own dresses!! How could my wife not like me?? So now he’s trying his best to get Duchess to like him but she’s just, so done. Done with him, done with his affair partners, done with everything. Just let her have fun with her stocks and leave her alone

I genuinely think the moment dukedom 141 senses that Duchess doesn’t care about them, they suddenly want her to care about them, a real “I only like you when you don’t like me” thing

!!! I love this idea sm omggg thank you for this ask anon, I hope you enjoy!

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The fire crackled in the hearth of the study, casting shadows across the room. John stood behind his desk, his fingers gripping the edge as he stared down at the ledger in front of him. You sat across from him, your posture poised, your expression cool.

“This,” he said, his voice low, “isn’t just improper. It’s disrespectful. You’re my wife, Duchess. If you needed money, all you had to do was come to me.”

You tilted you head, the barest hint of a smile on you lips, though it lacked warmth. “Why would I do that?”

His brows furrowed, confusion flickering in his eyes the longer he stared and listened to you. “Because I’m your husband. It’s my duty to provide for you.”

You replying laughter was sharp, humorless. “Provide? Is that what you call this arrangement? You married me because you needed someone to handle your duchy while you gallivanted with your…” you hesitated, lips pursing as you considered your next word. “…partners. And you expect me to trust you? To come to you with my needs?”

John blinked, taken aback by the venom in your tone- a tone you’ve never aimed at him before. “I’ve done nothing to make you distrust me, Duchess-”

You scoffed. “Haven’t you? You think I don’t notice the whispered conversations, the way I’m barred from certain parts of the house, the way your men watch me like I’m a threat? You think I don’t know that I’m an outsider in what was supposed to be my own home?”

He opened his mouth to respond, but you weren’t finished.

“And it’s not just you,” you say, your voice rising. “Your butler, Kyle, your chef, Johnny, even your precious Duke Riley. They’re all loyal to you, John. Not to me. I don’t even need their loyalty, just some respect. Why would I put my trust in people who clearly see me as nothing more than an inconvenience?”

“They don’t think that.”

Your gaze bore into him, unflinching. He didn’t think you’d ever given him such a cold stare, and he didn’t like it. At all. “Don’t they? Tell me, John, when was the last time any of them looked at me as anything other than someone they have to put up with? When was the last time any of them looked at me as more than just an obligation? When was the last time you did?”

Silence hung heavy in the room, broken only by the distant ticking of the clock and the crackling embers in the hearth.

John’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. “I’ve treated you with nothing but respect,” he said, his voice tight. “I’ve never forced you to-”

“To share your bed?” You interrupted, your tone icy. “How magnanimous of you. Truly, I’m blessed to have such a kind and generous husband.”

Your sarcasm stung more than he cared to admit.

“I give you freedom,” he argued, grasping at any straws. Your words rang true, but John still found it hard to accept. “You’ve wanted for nothing since our marriage. You have everything you could possibly need.”

“Everything,” you repeated, your tone mocking. “Except trust. Except companionship. Except a reason to believe that any of this-“ you gestured vaguely at the room around them, at the duchy, at your marriage. “- is real.”

Your words hung in the air, cutting deeper than any blade.

Over the next few days, John found himself haunted by you words. You didn’t trust him. You didn’t trust any of them. And, worst of all, you didn’t like him.

At dinners, you were distant, answering questions with clipped politeness but offering very little else, conversations ending curtly. When you weren’t working on your secretive ledgers or taking solitary walks through the estate, you spent your evenings reading in your chambers, the door firmly shut against him and his men.

Kyle noticed the change immediately, of course, something squirming in his chest unhappily. “She’s colder than a January frost,” he sighed one evening, setting a decanter of brandy on John’s desk.

Price sighed right back at him. “Not exactly helping, Kyle.”

“I’m just saying, she’s got every reason to be,” Kyle continued, unbothered by John. “She’s a stranger in her own home. You can’t expect her to warm up to us when none of us have given her a reason to. We’ve mucked up.”

John scowled, downing a glass of brandy in one go. “She’s my wife. She should trust me.”

“Trust isn’t something you’re owed, John,” Kyle said, his voice softer now. “It’s something you earn and you and I both know none of us has given her any reason to earn it.”

Kyle was right, of course. But-

John’s attempts of mending the trust between the two of you were clumsy at best.

He tried joining you during your walks, only to be met with polite indifference.

“Shouldn’t you be with your men, Your Grace?” You asked one time, your tone as sharp as the winter air.

“They’ll manage without me.” he replied, though your pointed look made it clear you truly thought otherwise.

At dinner, he attempted conversations, asking about your day and your interests. You answered with politeness, but your gaze rarely lifted from your plate. Even Johnny’s attempts to brighten the atmosphere with your favorite dishes were met with little more than a murmured “thank you.”

Simon, ever observant, pulled him aside after one particularly stilted dinner where it got so awkward you didn’t finish your meal or had dessert before you left. “You’re trying too hard, John.” he said, his voice low. “You are just stifling her.”

“What am I supposed to do, Simon?” John snapped at last. “She doesn’t trust me. She doesn’t trust any of us.”

Simon’s expression didn’t waver. Ever since he’d learnt of that conversation you’d had with John, what you’d said and thought about them all, Simon has been thinking it over his mind again and again. “…Then stop treating her like a problem to solve. Start treating her like a person. We failed her once, can’t fail her a second time.”

And so, one evening, John found you in the study, the room dimly lit by the glow of a single lamp. You were hunched over a ledger, your brows furrowed in concentration.

“Duchess…” he breathed out. “Do you need help?” The question comes out tentative.

You glanced up, your expression unreadable beyond the tiredness he could see clinging to you. “I’m fine.”

Still, John lingered in the doorway, unsure of his next move. “I wanted to apologize,” he said at last, no longer beating around the bush. He was done.

Your quill stilled, and you looked up at him, your eyes wary.

“For what I said,” John continued anyways, stepping into the room. “And for how I’ve treated you. You were right. About everything.”

At last, your gaze softened, but you didn’t speak, letting him continue.

“I never wanted this to be such a… cold arrangement for you,” he said, voice faltering. “I didn’t realize how much I’d… neglected you. I am truly sorry, Duchess.”

“… what brought about this sudden realization?”

John hesitated, and then he sighed. “I… I want you to trust me. To trust us.”

You laugh was bitter and cutting, just as it had heen on that day. “Trust you? Trust the men who keep me at arm’s length, who whisper behind my back, who make it clear every day that I’m an outsider? Forgive me if I’m not so easily swayed, Your Grace.”

Your words struck him like a blow, but he held his ground. “Then let me prove it to you,” he said, his voice earnest. “Let me earn it, my Duchess.”

You studied him for a long moment before finally speaking. “… We’ll see.”

And for the first time, John felt a good flicker of hope.

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cheftsunoda · 6 days ago

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baeeeee!!!! i absolutely love your writing and am constantly checking tumblr for your new posts!! could i request an poly!landoscar fic, maybe a younger sainz sister or something?

love love love your work <33

just keep watching — ln4 & op81

smau + blurbs

lando norris x !popstar sainz reader x oscar piastri

carlos sainz x !popstar sister reader

yn sainz has been hiding something—well two very big things. two boyfriends…who happen to race alongside her very own big brother. yn, lando and oscar happened to start out very casually— all hooking up from time to time and then suddenly all realizing their feelings for each other. she had every intention of keeping this from carlos for as long as possible but when asked to write multiple songs for the f1 movie soundtrack —will this secret be exposed ?

fc : tate mcrae

(a/n) : omg anon ur making me blush. love u smmmm and i hope you love this. worked extra hard on it for uuuu;)

im extremely behind on requests guys i apologize, staying up to work on them as we speak.

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There’s something dangerous about writing with them in the room. The studio is dim and quiet—except for the slow beat looping through the monitors and the occasional click of my pen against the notebook. Lando’s lounging in the producer’s chair, spinning in slow circles like he’s not the most distracting person alive. Oscar’s next to me on the velvet couch, one leg stretched out, head tilted just enough to catch the track’s rhythm with a lazy nod. They’re pretending to be chill. I know better.

“Are you seriously writing that line?” Lando asks, squinting at my notebook. “cute jeans, take mine off me’?”

Oscar lets out a low laugh nodding towards me, “You’re not even being subtle anymore.”

I smirk, not looking up. “Was I ever?”

There’s silence after that—charged and weighty. The kind that settles on bare skin and stays there. I press play again, the track filling the room with slow, sultry percussion. It sounds like sweat and headlights. Like secrets you don’t say out loud. Lando leans forward, elbows on his knees, completely focused now. Oscar’s eyes flick to the lyrics I’m scribbling down. Oscar exhales through his nose like he just read my mind. Lando’s already grinning.

“Okay,” he murmurs, voice lower now. “Now that’s definitely about us.”

I don’t deny it. Lando comes around behind me, sliding his hand lightly down my arm as he looks over my shoulder. Oscar doesn’t move, but I feel his gaze on me—heavy, warm.

“You know this is going to give everything away, right?” he says, lips curving into a slow smile.

“That’s kind of the point,” I murmur, hitting record. “They wanted something real.”

“And this…” Oscar says, voice smooth as silk. “Is very real.”

Oscar had pulled me onto his lap, claiming it was for “creative proximity.” Lando was behind me again, arms braced on either side of the chair, whispering things that definitely weren’t safe for work. The next song started playing slowly in the background.

“This one,” Lando murmured, his lips brushing my ear, “is going to ruin people.”

Oscar chuckled against my neck. “You mean expose people.”

My laugh came out softer than intended, half-caught in the thick air of the studio. I should’ve told them to back off. I should’ve reminded them we weren’t alone in the building. But then Lando’s fingers trailed down my ribs, Oscar’s hands tightening around my hips, and suddenly, I didn’t really care about common sense. Or studio policies. Or—

“Okay! Let’s lay down that chorus again before—”

The door swung open.

The three of us froze like a deleted scene from a movie that definitely wasn’t PG-13. My producer, Mark, stood in the doorway with a stack of notes… and the slow, dawning expression of someone realizing they just walked into a live scandal.

His eyes bounced from me on Oscar’s lap, to Oscar, to Lando who had his hand on the hem of my shirt.

No one spoke.

Mark blinked. “Am I… interrupting something that violates several contracts?”

Lando cleared his throat. “Um. Maybe.”

Oscar, ever the picture of calm, nodded once. “We were working.”

Mark held up a hand. “Nope. Not my business. Don’t need the details. I’ll pretend I didn’t see it if you give me the track by tomorrow and—oh my god that is Carlos’s little sister.”

I slid off Oscar’s lap, cheeks flushed. “You didn’t see anything.”

“I definitely saw everything,” Mark muttered, turning on his heel. “This movie’s going to kill me.”

The door slammed shut. Lando started laughing first—then Oscar joined in, low and smug. I groaned, dragging a hand down my face.

“This is so going to come back to haunt us.”

Oscar smirked. “Not if the song’s good enough.”

Lando winked. “And babe, it will be.”

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yn_sainz : first track out for @/f1movie— sports car is now yours ;) tysm to my fave mclaren drivers for driving and being eye candy in this video 🧡

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username15 : probs just some publicity thing for the movie

username00 : she is literally singing about having sex in car as both of them drive her around in a mclaren

carlossainz55 : ay dios mío. this is about sex??? YN!!!

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yn_sainz : 😁

yukitsunoda0511 : oh but when i wear a bra under my suit its a PROBLEM

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yn_sainz : fuck the fia. wear that bra my short king

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I should’ve known the second my stylist left the race suit zipped halfway down that Lando would forget we were on set.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” he muttered, eyes glued to my chest.

“She literally designed it to be like this.” I replied, adjusting the collar. “Relax.”

“Not possible,” he said, and then looked dead into the camera like he was breaking the fourth wall about heartbreak and horniness.

The director called action. Lando was supposed to be walking past me, all casual, “just a teammate.” Instead, he lingered. Looked me up and down. Smirked.

“Again,” the director sighed. “And this time, Lando, act like you’re not in love with her.”

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Oscar kept saying he was “just getting the angles right” as we filmed the interior shots in the McLaren. I knew he was lying. He’d already nailed the shot three takes ago.

But he didn’t stop. Take 4, he adjusted the rearview to focus directly on my chest. Take 5, his hand brushed my thigh when he shifted. Take 6, he asked me if the lyrics were about him. He already knew they were.

“You’re trouble,” I whispered between takes.

He smiled without looking at me. “I prefer the term muse.”

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It was meant to be one quick shot, me by the edge of the pool at night, hair wet, dress clinging, headlights shining in the background.

It became so much more when Oscar—still fully dressed—walked into frame and sat beside me, like he belonged there. He looked at the director, then at me, and just said, “Is it cool if I jump in?”

Before anyone could answer, he did. Seconds later, Lando followed. No hesitation. No cue. Just chaos. They both grabbed my arms gently and pulled me down into the water. I hear them both giggling as I resurface. Suddenly, I was sandwiched between two soaking wet McLaren drivers in designer clothes under a sky full of stars, laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe.

“None of this is making the final cut,” someone mumbled behind the monitor.

It did.

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The hotel room was quiet in that specific way only a long shoot day could bring. The kind of quiet where your body is sore, your adrenaline is still humming, and your skin feels too aware of everything. I was in one of their hoodies. I didn’t even check whose. It smelled like cologne and sugar, warm from the body that had worn it last. Oscar was stretched out on the bed, scrolling through behind-the-scenes footage, half-asleep. Lando was sitting beside me on the floor, his head against my thigh, tracing slow patterns on my knee with his fingers. No one was talking. Not really. We didn’t need to. The shoot had been long. Too many close scenes. Too many almost-kisses that weren’t acting. The line had stopped existing three days ago.

“Didn’t look fake today,” Lando said quietly, almost to himself.

I looked down at him. “What?”

He tilted his head toward the footage. “The way you looked at us. In the scene where you turn around in the car. That wasn’t scripted.”

My throat tightened. “Neither was your hand on my neck.”

Oscar hummed from the bed. “Or me whispering that line in your ear.”

I turned toward him. He was watching me now, eyes sharp and soft all at once.

“And yet,” he said, “you didn’t stop us.”

I didn’t.

Lando shifted closer, his voice quieter now. “Do you want us to?”

That silence again. The kind that stretched between three people who already knew the answer.

I reached for Oscar first—slow, careful, fingers brushing his. His breath hitched, just once. Then I looked down at Lando, still at my knee, still waiting.

“No,” I said finally, steady and sure. “I really, really don’t.”

They didn’t move all at once. It wasn’t rushed. It was deliberate. Certain. Oscar pulled me up into his lap. Lando moved behind me, arms sliding around my waist like he’d done it a thousand times. And when their lips found mine—one after the other, then together—it wasn’t acting.

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yn_sainz : oh this is a good one— track 02 just keep watching is yours now. two of my fave drivers may have helped direct to make it more authentic ;)

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oscarpiastri : this was the best day of my life.

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yn_sainz : not even your first race win?

oscarpiastri : no i still stand by my statement

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username10 : kick all men out of f1– this is all i want to see

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carlossainz55 : i am BEGGING for you to post normal content on the internet

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lando : i think what she is posting is simply lovely

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yn_sainz : block me then carlitos ❤️

charles_leclerc : alex and i are still speechless

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alexandrasaintmleux : started drooling ngl

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georgerussell63 : what exactly did they help direct yn??

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yn_sainz : movement, angles, realism

lando : oscar had a vision

oscarpiastri : i am an artist

maxverstappen1 : that’s it. i’ve seen enough. put her in an f1 car. give her someone’s spot idc who.

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username00 : did no one hear oscar and lando at 2:41??

username15 : “you like being watched, don’t you??” DSBSBBFVSID

username17 : “you know she does” holy shit i’m on the floor

username8 : the end of the song is literally a threesome idc what anyone says

carlossainz55: yn answer the fucking phone rn

charles_leclerc : this information just ruined my life

pierregasly : i’d like to take a moment of silence for carlos

yukitsunoda0511 : rest in stress @/carlossainz55.

danielricciardo : really?? when i leave you all decide to get interesting

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twitter!

Y/N Sainz’s new track “just keep watching” ends with whispered lines from Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri—and the internet is spiraling.

“You like being watched, don’t you?”

“you know she does.”

Fans are calling it “an audio threesome,” and Carlos Sainz is reportedly “not okay.” F1: The movie has never sounded so— good.

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username00 : the tiktok edits with this outro are getting VIOLENT. why is my phone steamy.

username10 : i’ve never paused a song so fast and then restarted it 11 times.

username15 : me listening to the outro in public and suddenly forgetting how to breathe 💀

username20 : carlos deserves financial compensation. and noise-cancelling headphones.

username25 : my therapist will be hearing about this. twice.

username30 : why do i feel like we just accidentally listened to a private moment 😭😭

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It was supposed to be a clean, slow pull-off shot—me walking toward the camera in full gear, smoke behind me, visor down. Easy. Dramatic. Cinematic. I got halfway through the take, tugged the helmet off… and heard Lando exhale just off-set, low and deliberate, right as I shook my hair out.

“Really?” I snapped, turning toward him.

He held his hands up innocently. “Sorry. Just… very immersed in the moment,” he smirked. “Didn’t realize breathing was banned.”

The director was giggling into his sleeve. Oscar just muttered, “She’s gonna kill you,” and handed me a water.

We reshot it five times. Lando never left the monitor again—but I did catch him grinning every single take after.

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The bodysuit was already risky. Add in the stacks of tires and a full split? I was committed. But what I didn’t account for was Oscar’s voice. I slid into position, nailed the pose, eyes to camera, and then—

“Flexibility noted,” he murmured behind the lens.

My back tensed, legs wobbled, and I nearly fell into a pile of tires. The entire crew went silent. Then I heard Lando choke on his water.

“Oscar!” I hissed.

He blinked, way too calm. “Just observing. For realism.”

I didn’t recover for two takes. He didn’t stop smirking the rest of the shoot.

—

The head harness was meant to be a cheeky nod to F1 training. But paired with the fact that I was barely wearing clothes, it quickly turned into something else. I walked on set, adjusting the strap, and caught both boys staring.

“This feels illegal,” Oscar muttered.

Lando tilted his head. “We might need one of those just for the bedroom.”

“You say that like you’d be wearing it,” I shot back.

“Maybe I would,” he grinned. “Take turns?”

Oscar snorted. “We are so not making it through this video without getting fined for something.”

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I walked into the hair and makeup tent balancing a coffee, still half-asleep, robe barely tied, and absolutely not expecting to see either of them there. Especially not already in the chairs—Oscar getting a scratch near his lip covered, and Lando with a stylist brushing powder off his jawline like he was a Vogue cover. They both looked up at the same time. And froze.

“Well,” Lando said slowly, dragging his eyes down my legs like I wasn’t wearing nothing but lace and a production-issued robe, “you’re clearly taking the ‘pop star’ role very seriously.”

“You’re in my tent,” I shot back, raising an eyebrow. “I’m the one contractually allowed to show skin here.”

Oscar didn’t even blink. He just stared straight at me and said, “You look good. Stay right there for a second.”

“For what, exactly?” I asked, sipping my coffee with a smirk.

“Inspiration,” he replied, casual as ever, while the poor makeup artist tried not to combust in the corner.

“This feel professional to you?” I teased, walking past them toward my station, very aware of two pairs of eyes on my legs.

“Deeply unprofessional,” Lando said with a grin. “But very on-brand for this production.”

The stylist finally broke and muttered under her breath, “Do you three need a minute?”

We didn’t answer. But I caught Oscar smirking in the mirror, and Lando leaning back like he fully intended to stay until my robe came off for camera.

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yn_sainz : opted for a semi normal photo dump for the sake of my brothers mental health <3 (psst also be prepared for my @/vogue magazine issue dropping tomorrow)

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carlossainz55 : thank you for considering me and my blood pressure mi hermana

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lando : allow me to remind you that she is wearing my number ;)

carlossainz55 : it’s up again. i feel the headache starting

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oscarpiastri : soooo proud of you

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yn_sainz : cutie pieeeee

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username00 : omggggg

lilymhe : omg i made the dump. i missed you sm

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yn_sainz : ofc you did. look at that adorable face.

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maxverstappen1 : i love the fact that yn is in the f1 headlines more than carlos is

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yn_sainz : it’s a true win for the girls maxieeee

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vogue : In our newest cover story, global pop sensation and breakout F1: The Movie creative force @ynsainz opens up like never before—spilling on the music that’s got everyone talking, the relationship that no one saw coming (but can’t stop watching), and the life she’s building far beyond the shadow of her famous last name.

Tap the link in bio to read the full story—trust us, she did not hold back. 💋🔥

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your interview with vogue

Vogue:

Let’s start with the obvious. The music video for Just Keep Watching broke the internet. The lyrics, the visuals, the outro—especially the outro. Everyone wants to know… was that Lando and Oscar?

YN :

Yeah. That was them. No voice actors. No deepfakes. Just my two favorite distractions whispering into a mic and nearly crashing the soundboard in the process.

Vogue:

So… are you confirming the rumors?

YN :

Oh, I’m not just confirming. I’m saying it loud now. I’m in a relationship—with both Lando and Oscar. It’s real. It’s healthy. It’s chaotic. And it’s the happiest I’ve ever been.

Vogue:

That’s a big reveal.

YN :

It is. But honestly? It’s not that deep for us. We’ve been together for a while. We didn’t feel the need to perform it for the internet. But eventually, when we were making the music and the film, it just didn’t make sense to keep pretending we weren’t something more.

Vogue:

How did it start?

YN:

Very slowly. Very unintentionally. We were friends first—like, real friends. And then one day I looked around the studio and realized I didn’t feel safe with anyone the way I do with them. And that they both… got me. In a way that didn’t feel like I had to split myself in half.

Vogue:

What’s something people would be surprised to know about the dynamic?

YN :

That it’s incredibly normal. Like, painfully normal. We argue over coffee orders and who left their socks in my dressing room. Oscar reads the studio contracts like a lawyer. Lando puts Post-its on my mirror that say things like “hot girls sleep.” It’s not a spectacle—it’s a relationship. A real one.

Vogue:

What did your brother think when he found out?

YN :

Carlos doesn’t actually know yet. No one does. Everyone was just assuming.

Vogue:

Do you worry about being judged?

YN :

Sure. But people are going to judge you anyway. I’d rather be judged while living fully and honestly than watered down and exhausted trying to be “appropriate.” This is my life. Not a PR strategy.

Vogue:

What do they think of the music?

YN :

They were there for all of it. Oscar actually helped cut the bridge on one of the songs. Lando insisted on the drums being louder in Just Keep Watching. They both sat with me during some very emotional writing sessions. They’re not just muses—they’re partners.

Vogue:

Final thoughts for fans?

YN :

I think people assume love has to look one way. And I’m just here, hopefully showing that it doesn’t. We’re doing this our way—and honestly? It’s working beautifully.

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You’d think that dropping a literal bomb on the internet—like, oh I don’t know, a Vogue cover story hard-launching your relationship with two of Formula 1’s most talked-about drivers—might make a girl want to lie low. Maybe slink in through the back entrance. Maybe let Carlos scream into a pillow before seeing you in person. But no. Instead, I walked into the Movie release party flanked by Lando and Oscar, all three of us dressed like the headlines hadn’t exploded just twelve hours earlier. My hand was looped through Oscar’s arm, Lando was messing with the chain on my backless dress, and the photographers were already losing their minds before we’d even hit the carpet. I could feel the room pause when we walked in—like a glitch in the Matrix. People weren’t whispering. They were staring.

Carlos, standing by the bar with Charles and someone from Ferrari PR, did a double take so hard I thought he might pull something. He blinked, shook his head, and then turned to Charles, clearly mouthing, “IS THIS A JOKE?” It was not a joke.

Oscar leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Your brother looks like he just saw a ghost.”

“He looks like he wants to revoke my last name,” I muttered back, smiling through my teeth as a group of Red Bull mechanics subtly high-fived behind a champagne tower.

Lando? Oh, Lando just waved. Waved at Carlos like nothing in the world was wrong and said, way too cheerfully, “Hey mate! Good premiere, yeah?”

Carlos choked on his drink. We walked straight past him and into the center of the chaos, posing like nothing was out of place. Which, for us, it wasn’t. He stalked across the floor toward us—eyes flicking from Lando to Oscar to me—I knew the time had come.

“Can I talk to you?” he said, low and tight.

Oscar tried to politely step back. Lando straight-up mouthed good luck and escaped like the floor was lava. Carlos led me just off to the side, not enough for privacy but enough for the cameras to miss what was clearly about to be a moment.

“You couldn’t have given me a warning?”

I raised a brow. “About what, exactly? That I’m in love with two people who treat me like gold?”

He rubbed his face, clearly trying to process. “You could have told me before you told the entire world. I had to find out while scrolling Instagram in the paddock hospitality. Do you know how many group chats I was added to today?”

“I didn’t plan it like that,” I said softly. “It just… happened. And it felt like the right time to be honest. With everyone.”

He stared at me for a beat. “And this—this thing with them. It’s real?”

“As real as it gets.”

Carlos exhaled. Not angry. Not exactly thrilled. Just processing. “And they treat you right?”

“They adore me,” I said honestly. “They listen. They protect me. They love me—really love me.”

He went quiet again, eyes softening just enough.

“I still think they’re both idiots,” he muttered. “But if either of them hurts you—”

“Carlos.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know you are,” I smiled. “But they won’t. They haven’t.”

Finally, he pulled me into a hug, muttering into my hair, “You could’ve told me, YNN. I’m your brother.”

“I know. I was scared you’d go full overprotective.”

He snorted. “I am overprotective. That’s my job.”

“Then you’re doing great,” I teased. “But I’m okay. Really.”

Carlos pulled back, looked at me properly, and nodded. “Okay. Then I’ll support it. But just know—I’m watching them. Always.”

I smiled. “That’s fair.”

Then, of course, the rest of the grid descended like vultures.

“IS IT TRUE?” Pierre gasped dramatically, arriving with Charles and George in tow. “Carlos said nothing!”

“Did you seriously soft-launch a throuple in Vogue?” George asked, stunned.

“Honestly, power move,” Alex added, sipping champagne while Lily fist-bumped me.

Yuki pointed to Oscar. “I knew he was acting weird around you.”

“I wasn’t!” Oscar protested. “I was being normal!”

“That was not normal,” Lando chimed in, somehow now back with a drink in each hand like nothing happened.

“Wait,” Ollie blinked, “so like… you’re all together? Like together-together?”

“Yes,” I said simply, reaching for Oscar’s hand and nudging Lando’s shoulder.

And just like that, the party shifted. The stares turned into smiles. The shock turned into buzz. And Carlos—my big brother who was still side-eyeing Oscar but with slightly less venom—stood by me like he always had.

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oscarpiastri : our pretty girl. love you so much.

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yn_sainz : my pretty boy. love you to the moon and back

lando : the most beautiful girl in the world. so lucky to have you both.

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yn_sainz : i am so lucky to have you both.

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carlossainz55 : true. golf tomorrow?

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carlossainz55 : sigh. oscar you can come too, you’re the caddy.

oscarpiastri : ill be there

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yn_sainz : my boyssss:)

alexandrasaintmleux : you two are lucky you got to her before i did. i was trying to get charles on board with a third.

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charles_leclerc : well if i KNEW it was yn it would've been an immediate yes. (carlos don't kill me) (very happy for you guys)

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lando : we know we are two very lucky guys;)

lilymhe : no fair we wanted yn (meant with love) (and yn is hot)

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carlossainz55 : god does everyone want to date my sister???

alexandrasaintmleux : yes

franciscagomes : duhhh

lilymhe : yeah pretty much

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𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 – college au. you go to his frat boy party. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 / 𝐭𝐰 ; NSFW (18+)!! RAW. NASTY. smut!!, possessiveness/obsessiveness!!, rough, threatening, angst, 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬; this ones a lil long. i had sm fun writing this. caleb is on 10. im not sorry girlie. enjoy! not proofread.

you weren’t too keen on parties. in fact, you weren’t in the right headspace to be attending any events. you wanted to be home, wrapped up in your bed, watching on your tablet. instead, you’re about to knock on the doors of alpha sigma phi– or whatever theyre called. the only reason why you were here was on the behalf of your best friend, caleb. he had just been so damn busy with finals, and he finally had time to throw a party for the campus to celebrate everyones (hopeful) success. everybody was invited. b.y.o.b. you were 1st on the list, as always, but you were too socially exhausted to even indulge. you don’t even remember why you said yes, and when.

truth to be told, if he had it his way, he wouldve just been celebrating his winnings with you, but he’d promise his frat brothers that they’d do something, since a lot of his time was spent with you.

were you two dating? ‘no! she’s just my best friend!’ he would retort, and some how these one track boys would just agree. they werent like your friends. they didnt relent when he denied it. yours would hawk you down, try and interrogate you (lovingly). maybe its because many women in the campus had the hots for him. you’d occasionally play wingwoman, give their numbers to him, just to be kind. he’d deny them all, no real reason, more playing to the ‘i have to put 100% of my focus on my future’ as if he isn’t organizing a glorified booze off.

as you stand there quietly, the music drowning everything out, the vibrations moving you ever so slightly, your attention shoots upwards, as the door swings open with no care. the sound of laughing and pop music tackle your eardrums. “hey! you’re here!” your best friend exclaimed, not missing a beat, and pulling you inside. you gave him a smile, “hey. its lively in here!” you shout over the music. hes leaning down, a beer in his hand, “WHAT–WAS–THAT PIPSQUEAK?” he shouts back, and you couldnt help but burst out laughing. his gorgeous purple eyes scanning you before he chuckles, “cmon! lemme show you’round!” he drags you around the house, showing you where their poorly but charming attempted dance floor, and the kitchen, where all the snacks and booze were. you could definitely tell there was not an ounce of female gaze in their planning, but regardless, every square inch of this house was bumpin’ with many alike.

you decided to follow his lead, denying the beer he had offered you. he’d lead you to the dance floor, his goofy dancing catching the eyes of the others, especially his flock of fans, men women and the like. you were all smiles, dancing just as silly as he was.

as you spin, your eyes land on her . the girl who hated you with a burning passion. the girl who was jealous of your relationship with caleb. oh she loved this man since she met him in orientation and she hated you the moment you showed up for yours, treating him as your pack mule for all your bags. she just so happens to be running the fan club as its president. how lovely. you wonder what is her deal. you’d never personally spoken to her, and the only times you’ve had were in passing, and she was kind!

it was only for a split second, your gaze immediately disattached hers, and you return to calebs attention. he spins you one more time before the music ends, and everyone disperses to get more drinks or mingle some more. you and caleb laugh in sync, as you both step into the kitchen, and you grab a bag of chips.

“hey, pips.” he starts. “i didn’t wanna mention it but thanks for coming. it means a lot.” he admits, handing you a bottle of water. you nod, supportive, smile widening, “anything for you, caleb.” you crack the bottle open, and as you take a swig, you see her coming into view.

“hey caleb.” she muses, her sweet tone sticking to you like molasses. caleb turns, his smile not faltering once, “hey, jen!” he goes to put his arm around her. something you picked up on. you felt your heart tug, but you ignored it, excusing the fact that you have a slight heart problem.

“i had something i need your help with” a hint of mirth appears across her face, and you couldnt help but let a giggle escape your lips. you wave ‘em off hinting at caleb to go ahead, and he flashes a look of need. to be assured. you gave him a gentle nod, a gentle smile, letting him be sent off with her.

“hey you.”

it’d be 30 minutes by the time you look up from your phone. you notice one of caleb’s frat brother called out to you, and you wave at him, “hey what’s up?” you’d inquire, before he motions you to come with him, “we’re about to play 7 minutes in heaven. c’mon!”

you werent too privy to what 7 minutes in heaven was, but you oblige, a tad bit confused. as he directs you to the upstairs, you could hear a multitude of voices, screaming over each other, ‘ooohs’ and ‘aaahhhs’. he opens the door for you, and you step in. caleb and many others sit in a circle, a bottle in the middle.

“pipsqueak!” caleb embarrassingly shouts to you. this causes eyes to fixate on you, and you couldn’t help but fall to a blushing victim. you swore you heard jen whisper something to her lackey, but again, one ear out the other for you.

you take a seat across caleb as he flashes you a sweet little smile. there were many others coming in to join, so you didn’t feel too singled out, “spin the bottle, whoever it lands on, you and that person go in that closet for 7 minutes. questions? no? LETS GO!!” frat boys voice booms, causing everybody to hollar with excitement. you laugh, deciding to join in on the fun. ya only live once!

you see the bottle spinning, two people get up and go into the closet. you don’t really hear much, and they come out, both perplexed.

another spin, and another pair go in, their giggles were heard. followed by wet noises. your eyes wide, what the hell were they doing!? the crowd was eating this up. people can do that in 7 minutes? you were both intrigued, and astonished. you really tried not to enjoy how fun this kinda became, but fuck it, you laughed with them.

it was jen’s turn! she flashes a big grin, particularly at you, before spinning. your smile still evident, as it …. lands on you!

you blinked, panic slightly pouring into your internal organs. you gulped, before making your way up, “cmon girl.” she says, a bit invitingly. you really didn’t see any issue so you oblige, guard down, playing into it, but as she shuts the door and the two of you sit down her smile no longer lingers.

you were a bit confused. smile there, and frown here. did you do something bad? as you go to speak up, she cuts into your voice, “stop hogging him, bitch.” she starts. you stare puzzled. nobody has ever spoken to you like this, especially not towards regarding caleb. you were more than confused, you were starting to get irritated.

“what’s your problem?” you spoke. if it wasn’t the music blasting loud, everybody would have front seats to a drama right now. “you heard me. every girl who tries with caleb keeps getting rejected. its probably your fault. you’re his fucking priority, and you don’t even like him.” she says, coolly, before retracting herself from you, “back away from him, and we won’t have any problems, okay? stop being so selfish. girl to girl. ”

you really were taken aback. girl to girl? she was delusional to even blame you for caleb’s disinterest. “first off-” you start, brows furrowed, “him not being interested, isn’t my fault. i’ll give him your number if you want me to, what he does with that is up to him.” you’d attempt to explain, but she wasn’t having it. she raises her hand in front of her face, towards you, and with an exasperated sigh she cuts you off again, “girl i don’t care. we’ve been talking for EVER now. but every time i try to have him do ANYTHING with me, he has an excuse.” she rolls her eyes, mocking caleb, “i cant she has a game today, oh i can’t do that, i’m picking her up after her class, blah blah.”

as she speaks, you felt a pang of guilt. were you really that selfish? you really didn’t think so. hes your childhood friend. you’ve been glued to the hip. is his misfortune with women your fault? of course not, and you weren't going to let this girl gaslight you into believing it. still. you did feel a bit pained upon hearing that. you shake your head, and as you retort, the door swings wide open, revealing caleb, “hey! you guys are taking forever!” he had a neutral look to him, and he notices your upset, but as if a seamless transition, it was covered with a smile. the two of you look up at him, laughing, and jen gets up, kissing his cheek.

he couldn’t help but wonder what that was about. your slightest mood change was all he thought about. he was confused.

you’d continue to play the game, until it was your turn. you hadn’t even noticed it was your turn to spin until they urged you to. a bit reluctant, you do so, meekly shoving the bottle.

of course it had to land on caleb.

a gasp from the ladies, and a hoot from the guys. caleb chuckles before nodding towards the closet. you could feel jen seething from the side. you thought long and hard whether or not you want to come in that closet with him or feign tiredness. it was too late, and maybe the group will call you a chicken if you back out, but you rather face the momentary wrath of a bunch of drunk college kids than be scrutinized by jen an her posse for as long as you both went to class together.

begrudgingly, you walk towards the closet, and sit down immediately. caleb goes to ruffle your hair, “hey, pips, are you okay?” you could sense the urgency in his tone, care practically gushing out. “yeah. i’m okay.” you lie, and very badly too. “what did jen tell you?” he inquires. he wasn’t stupid. he knew that the moment you went into this closet with her she was going to act catty, but to what degree?

you shake your head, blocking the memory, and changing the subject, “you never said. did the aviation school in skyhaven get back with you?” his face contorts to confusion, why you want to ask that question at this time was beyond him, he was trying to be serious, alas he nods, “yeah.. they want me.. next semester.” he mumbles.

all the joy you could possibly have in your body jumps out, the feeling of dread by jen is removed, and you jump into his arms. holding him tight. this was his dream from the beginning, and him sharing it with you meant the world. you pull away before the door can open, so you wouldn’t be incriminated. “we’ll talk more about this later! annnd we’ll celebrate!” you clasp your hands together, giggling like a school girl, before you back away from him, and opening the door.

as much as her conversation ruined your evening, you couldn’t help but be happy for him. he got accepted into his dream school. you were already conjuring plans to make a party for him.

as you walk out of the closet, the group was nowhere to be found. confusion etched into your face, you and caleb walk out towards the railing where everybody was dancing. the music was loud, everybody was going crazy. you check the time. 1am . you figured it was time for you to leave. you were excited for him, but jen was in the back of your mind, and you would rather just retain the good news rather than pander about her.

as you turn to go down the stairs you felt caleb put his hand on your shoulder, and you look up at him, waiting for him to speak, “where are you going?”

“i’m going to head home. i’m gettin’ tired caleb.” you confess

“let me walk you home?”

you laugh dryly, and shake your head, “i appreciate it, but no. i got it. hosts arent supposed to leave the party, sir… and what would your girlfriend think?” you make your way towards the door before waving at him from below.

girlfriend ? what the hell did she say to you?

you finish your skincare routine. you were a bit bummed out by the party. you really were interested in kissing someone for funsies. instead you got bitched at for something you didn’t even do.

you groan in frustration. it was damn near 2:30 by the time you finish your night routine, when you hear a knock on your door. weary, you look through the camera and notice it was caleb. you scramble to unlock the door, and there he was

“hey pipsqueak. sorry took me s’long. was kickin’ everybody out.”

your brows raise, letting him in, “no you’re fine. i didn’t even anticipate you coming by. what’s up?”

he makes himself at home, crashing on your couch after he slips his shoes off. the warmth of your dorm causes him to take his hoodie off, but he must’ve forgotten to wear a shirt under it, as he sits shirtless now. you’d seen this man damn near naked for a good part of your life, so seeing those washboard abs, and toned arms were normal for you.

“so. what’re you doing here again?” you inquire, sitting next to him. his face had a mixture of annoyance and regret. he looked at you, with those doe eyes as if he felt bad.

“i didn’t know she was so rude to you. i’m so sorry pipsqueak.”

ah. jen.

you genuinely did not want to make a big deal out of it, so you attempt to shake your head, “n-no! it’s okay! i swear!”

“no. what she said was awful. i cut things off with her.”

caleb finishes grabbing all the trash and shoving it in the basket. as soon as you’d left he told his friends to shut the party down. ‘was time to call it a night anyways. jen stayed to help, along with her friends, so cleaning was quick as it went.

as everybody started to disperse, jen stayed behind, a cute childlike gleam in her face. “thanks for helping, jen. i really appreciate it.” caleb sheepishly smiles down at her. he was drunk, but still coherent. they sat on the step together. alone. under the beautiful stars.

“do .. i…. get a kiss?” she piques, giggling, quite obviously drunk.

his eyes darken, and he looks at her, a bit more serious now, “jen. what did you tell her?” he asks, straight to the point. her smile falters, and she tilts her head, as if unaware, “what do you mean?” .. “cut the bullshit. you upset her. what dumb shit did you tell her.” a whole new side of him that jen’s never seen in her whole life. hell, she’d never ever heard him cuss. and that wasn’t even a question. that was a demand. “w-wha-” .. “stop playing stupid. why’d she look so upset in the closet?”

there was an intense silence in the air, before she sighs, defeated, “fine. i told her to leave you the hell alone. i want you all to myself, and i’d be damned if that bitch got in my way.”

in a swift movement he was on top of her, and if it were not the scary interaction she just had moments ago, she’d be all for this. jen sobers quickly, yelping quietly.

“don’t go near her, or talk to her ever again. and if i hear you’re around her or interact with her...” he stops and composes himself, before getting up.

“obviously, we’re done. just.. don’t come near us again.” he says with such sinister mirth, that could freeze hell itself.

“you really didn’t have to do that caleb. but thank you anyways.” you go to hug him. your warmth spreading to his soft cold skin. you pull away right after, as the hug had you in an awkward position. after some more small talk you notice the change of demeanor.

“caleb.. she.. said other things.. things that she.. probably didn’t tell you..” you confess, biting your lip. “whats up?” he motions you to continue.

“well.. she said i was the reason why you never get with anybody. you kept doing things for me and dodging her plans. is that true?” his eyes are wide open, and you could tell his breath ran ragged. “you… you’re my number one, pipsqueak..” he mumbles.

your heart flooded with a warm feeling, a sweet feeling, even. but you needed to get this out of the way, before more issues arose.

“do … you.. have..feelings for me?” you’d never been damn direct in your life. you felt like exploding as you asked that question. what if you just made a mockery of yourself? ah fuck.

you purse your lips, and you were about to go back on that sentence, when he grips your wrist.

“i do.”

thump. thump. “i am in love with you.” thump! your ears burn with this sudden confession. your breath hitched.

you don’t know what type of gravity it was, but you lurched forward, locking your lips with caleb.

he wastes 0 time, his arm wraps around you. your fingers wrap around his hair, pulling him closer. you were so in love with this man. he was the key to your feelings. you love him. Bad.

“i love y’too– caleb” you say in between kisses. you kept kissing, hands tangled in his brown locks. you just needed this. you needed this kiss. and he did too. he pushes you down on the couch, and pulls away, staring at you.

he was so enamored by you, that he didn’t even mind that you were naked under that robe, your perky beautiful tits presenting itself to him. his ragged breathing, as he scans you, looking for an answer, “do you.. want…” you just nod, and that was all it took.

caleb dips down, removing the robe from your frame. a calloused hand cupping your perfect tits. his big tongue gliding down to your nipples. your breath hitched, and you moan, earning the approval of. his other hand gently rubs your inner thigh, taking its sweet, haphazard time. it reaches your clit. you were radiating such heat, that he could feel it in his fingertips. your slutty and delicious body was just aching for this man. he loved it. so so much.

his fingers run soft soft circles on your swollen clit. your body twitches at the surge of pleasure. he bits down gently on your nipple, and you mewl, like a sweet little whore.

“baby.. you.. sound.. so..good.. just like– that”

he gently coos, in between his kisses on your tits. fingers gliding up and down between your clit and entrance. he could feel your pussy getting more wet on his hands. he was cherishing every single moment.

you were so helpless. a mewling slut, for her master, and this sent him to the moon. his dick rock hard in his sweats. it was getting so so hard for him to not just fuck you senseless then and there.

“it feels so good.. oh my ggg..” your fingers grip his hair, eyes close, bucking into his fingers.

you felt his fingers slip inside you, and your eyes shoot open. moans eliciting left and right. you had to be quiet, due to the fact you were in a dorm, and walls were just a tad bit thin.

caleb caught onto that and smirked, as he pulls his fingers out of you. making sure you were watching him, he takes his fingers and licks it, eye contact on 10 as he cleaned your juices off his fingers. you were warm beyond compared. the things this man is doing to you right now.

he gets up and pulls you up, bridal style, and walks you over to your bed, gently laying you down, before he grabs the hem of his sweater and boxer. you peeked, and silently thanked the gods you bought him that grey sweatpants.

in one swift movement he was in front of you, naked, well hung. the sight of his cock made you see stars. it almost terrified you.

he straddles on top of you, his tip grazing your leg. you shuddered at how hot it felt. fuck . you wanted to pass out right now.

“whats the matter pips?” you open your eyes at him, his damned smirk as he looked down at you.

“mm.. nothing..:”

he dips down and captures your lips. you wrap your arm around his shoulder, before he pulls away. “do you want this rough or sweet?”

he fully fully intended on being the sweetest boy to you on your first time. but right now. he wanted to fuck the absolute shit out of you. you seem to be on the same wavelength, as you giggle, he smiles wider, ah.. music to his ears. “rough. you said you love me right?” something about the way you had said that causes ringing to flood his ears.

in a swift motion he flips you on your knees. he dips you downward, face down, ass up. and lays a smack on your ass. you grip the bedsheet, face in pillow. caleb slams his dick on your asscheek, before he wastes not a single second. his big cock buries inside you. your walls mold to his thick length. you groan in your pillow. ‘fuck’ you mewl. he almost comes, at how tight you fucking were. you instinctively push back, earning a low moan from him.

caleb leans down, his hand grabbing you by your hair, and pulling you to meet his eyes, “you’re gonna regret that.” he mumbles as he kisses your neck sloppily. slow stroking you. his other hand making its way to your clit, rubbing those slow soft circular motions. he was going slow, but he was hitting your sweet tight walls from the tip to his base. your pretty and gorgeous pussy taking him like a good girl. you were moaning as quiet as you can, but the restraint was driving him nuts. you sounded so helpless. it almost made him cum again. his pace quickens. your breath hitches, your ass slapping against his skin. you felt his balls hitting you, his sweat hitting your back, you felt him hitting your fucking wall. it hurt so goddamn bad, but your eyes were rolled back, you were drooling, you were seeing the fucking stars above you. he kept going so hard. you were losing yourself, squirting all over his hands. you cry out as stops rubbing your clit.

“oh my fuuucking god baby… you sound soo- so good when you’re coming for me.. mm.. ill make you cum all over my dick.. is that what you want baby?” you nod, helpless. a shriveling mess.

as you nod, he presses his hand against your stomach, and your pleasure multiplies. youre going to fucking explode. he was fucking you like a sex toy, and you were going to succumb to him. this wasn’t the same caleb you knew to be a gentle giant. that sweet sweet boy. a handsome sweetheart, pounding your pussy like life depended on it. raw dogging you like it was his last day on earth.

“c-calebcalebcaleb…pleaseple..” you moan into the pillow, but he keeps your head up. “nnoo pipsqueak.. let me hear you moaning for me.. i want to hear your sexy voice.. i want you to call my name while you cum… mm– i want to hear you scream my name while i fill you up with my kids..”

fuck.

you bite your lip, you are literally there, hes going to make you orgasm. hes so fucking unfair. you cry out his name, loudly. his words turns you into a mess.

you’d probably hear about it in the next coming days, but who fucking cares. you were getting dicked down by caleb for fuck sakes.

“caleb! i’m going to cum!” you exclaim, pleasure surging through your pussy, as your walls tighten around him. calebs eyes roll back as well, this sudden tightness milking his cock. he turns your face to meet his, as your lips collide. blowing his load inside you, thick rope twitch into your insides, rushing out, his thrusts get lazier and lazier. your pussy squeezes every ounce of nut out of him, sending him in a spiral.

a few minutes pass. both of your breathing, raggedly in sync, as he finally pulls out of you, your perfect pussy dripping his sticky load out, and you lay on your stomach, before turning on your back, to face him.

the sight of your beautiful face in tattered ruins sends his neurons scrambling. he looks down at his twitching cock.

he was rock hard again.

#lads x reader #love and deepspace #lads smut #lads caleb #lads #lads mc #loveanddeepspace #caleb x reader #lnds caleb #lnds #calebmc #caleb lads #love and deepspace caleb

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neeeooon · 3 months ago

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hello!! I just wanted to say I love your writing and I loved the unofficial hype squad fic soooooo much >< I had a very specific req for a fic. I was thinking how would the bllk boys react if they heard us speaking another language(bilingual reader) (also maybe hindi cause I'm Indian but if you want to do any other language it's fine). It would be even better if they weren't aware that we were not japanese/other nationality. I don't rlly have a specific set of charas but if you include rin that would be great!! Lots of love and have a good day🫶🏻

thank you sm!!! and thank you for the request 🫶 i’m not bilingual, so if there are any inaccuracies, i’m sorry!! have a good day as well 💛

when they don’t know you’re bilingual

bf bllk x bilingual!reader

itoshi rin

-> an authentic indian restaurant opened in your town, which was practically unheard of. considering how small your town was, you only ever saw traditional japanese and maybe a fusion place pop up every now and again

-> you were the first person in line for the grand opening, practically dragging rin behind you as you rushed for the seats with the best lighting

-> “wow!” you gasped at all of the familiar artwork. your father did a lot of work in india when you were a child, so you attended most of your elementary school years there

-> when the waitress appeared, you ordered in perfect hindi. her eyes sparkled, entire face lighting up. “no way! you speak hindi!” “my dad worked in india when i was young!” she beamed at you. “your accent is amazing!”

-> meanwhile, your pouty boyfriend sulked, feeling extremely left out. he knew you spent a few years in india, but he didn’t know you still spoke the language

-> with your orders finally placed and the waitress’s number now in your phone, rin narrowed his eyes at you. “you never mentioned you speak another language.” “well, i spent several years there. what did you expect?” “i don’t know. i never really thought about it.” “cutie.”

bachira meguru

-> bachira knew your mom spoke english, but he thought it was only for her work. he didn’t realize that she was a full-blooded european, making you half-european and bilingual

-> he was struggling with his english pronunciation and asked you if your mom would tutor him, to which you raised a brow and asked, “you do know i’m fluent in english, too, right?”

-> bachira stares at you. you stare back at him. he slowly slides his days of the week homework assignment over to you. “fly-day?”

-> you spent the next few days teaching bachira about the english accent and showing him how to introduce himself. most importantly, you taught him how to ask where the restroom is

-> when he received an a on his assignment, bachira made you promise to never speak english when talking about the days of the week ever again. wednesday ptsd is real

karasu tabito

-> he’s got a thing for intelligent sounding people. when you take a call with him in the room, speaking in fluent french, his eyes turn into hearts

-> “i didn’t know you speak french,” he mentioned when you returned and plopped into his lap. you laughed and ran your fingers through his hair. “i was born in the city of love, baby.”

-> though he doesn’t really understand, karasu likes it when you speak french to him. even if you’re saying random words like “raspberry” or “twenty-one” he’s head over heels

-> “is french your first language?” he asked, and you giggled at how intrigued your boyfriend was at this newfound discovery. “i swear i mentioned it before. i have a french name and everything,” “you have another name?! you must be a secret agent or something.”

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midnightshindig · 4 months ago

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could we get hc’s/a drabble for a reader who’s cecil’s daughter x rex? keep up the great work 🙏

Rex Splode X Cecil’s Daughter! Reader

(Omggg I love this request, thank you sm!!!)

You worked closely with your father, partly because you were the best supervillain profiler in the world and partly because he loved you dearly

After the life he’s lived, Cecil knew the safest place was with him and Donald at HQ.

But you couldn’t just stand around and look pretty, no no, he insisted you learned a trade

and I mean hey, you get good at what comes easy, right?

so you ended up being the top profiler for the GPA, figuring out a villains motive and analyzing the best course of action from hundreds of thousands of miles away, with only information gleaned from surveillance drones and the Guardian of the Globes’ radio comms descriptions

This is how you met Rex

Like your father, you were efficient to a fault

like your father, you made few mistakes and took pride in your work

Unlike your father, you sounded cute as hell

and Rex noticed.

it started off innocent enough, with him being the most descriptive of the Guardians when it came to villain descriptions:

”OH MY GOD FUCKING SHIT HES GOT A GUN OEJABTBNWNT-“

”Uhhhh temperament? Well shit Y/n he’s got a temper he’s TRYING TO MURDER ME AGRHAHR-“

“No I have no idea what her agenda is- but she kicks like a fu-cking mule and I can’t get her to back off of me!”

mostly just whining. Actually, almost exclusively whining.

You built up a rapport over time, like audio pen pals, or a really shitty podcast for the other to listen to.

eventually, you started chatting over comms even outside of missions.

”heyyyy y/n, are you online?”

”Yes Rex, you know I stay on during the day. Is there a threat?”

”Naw I just thought you’d want to hear me drink sixteen beers in five minutes”

”why would I want to-“

the sound of chugging and metal being crushed, followed by the horrific noises of a newly emptied stomach followed suite.

Your father didn’t approve, not because of intermingling work and pleasure, he knew the best source for companionship is within the industry

bit Rex?

*glances over at Rex trying to drink a beer immediately after throwing up sixteen beers*

are you trying to send him into an early retirement?

but he’s your dad and ultimately he figures you could do Rex some good

so at the Guardians Christmas party, he introduces you:

”Uhm, I’d like you all to meet Y/n, she’s the chief profiler you’ve been communicating with for the last few months. She is also my daughter, but I trust you will respect her as the professional she is.”

Rex is on you immediately

Cecil is regretting all his life choices

he should’ve gotten you a puppy and Rex a tomagatchi. Or actually nothing because he doesn’t care about Rex.

buuuuut he cares about you, and what kind of father would he be if he didn’t try and facilitate you being happy?

so you and Rex meet in person for the first time, and he’s a mess.

”Heyyyyy hot stuff, we gotta get you a video camera or something because god damn!”

you raise an eyebrow with a smile, and take a long, agonizingly quiet sip from your drink.

before spitting it into the cup

he can’t help but laugh when he realizes what’s happen

”Oh yeah! I spiked the punch, it’s so highschool Cecil didn’t think I’d actually do it!”

”Jesus Christ- what the fuck did you spike it *with*?” You ask indignantly, your mouth burning

His Face is smug as ever “Everclear”

After everyone (including you and Rex) get belligerently drunk, Cecil cancels workplace parties.

It brings good things, however, breaking the ice for future in-person hangouts

he may not be able to fly you around the world like Mark, but he can treat you to a pretty impressive firework show whenever you want

the first time he does this is the time he asks you out.

You’re on the mountain outside the base, and he says he’s got “something special to show you”

Please don’t throw up sixteen beers again please please please-

A mirage of colors and shapes flash across the sky

He looks back at you after finishing, the last firework delayed enough to erupt into a burst of pinks and reds when he asks you

”Uhm- I know it’s super unprofessional and your dad will totally kick my ass if I mess this up, but would you wanna go on a date sometime?”

Your profiling skills didn’t pick THAT up

You blink. Hard.

”like. With you?”

he furrows his brow in embarrassed anger and takes a few huffy breaths, folding his arms

”Uh. Yeah. With me!” He frowns even more, his anger breaking to reveal a glimmer of anxiety

this boy is so nervous please just answer him

and do you do, standing up from your perch on the snowy mountainside and putting your gloved hands in his

”Yeah- I mean- that’s agreeable to me if it’s agreeable to you.”

somewhere like hundreds of miles away, Cecil sighs in relief for the first time in decades.

so you and Rex start dating!

he’s a bit of a gym rat, and most of your interaction is still over comms, since he’s so busy saving the world and stuff

wow your boyfriend is so cool!

but you also carve out time to show Rex the cool stuff your dad has taken you to see over the years.

its a little weird for Rex

”Yeah- this is my dads favorite painting- and this is where we go to get ice cream- and-“

Rex isn’t sure he knows how to interact with Cecil after learning his favorite broadway musical. Or that he has one at all.

Cecil isn’t sure how to react when your bedroom cork board is no longer sparse, but filled with Polaroids and photo strips of you and his employee slash superhero lackey. Kissing. Eugh.

Rex values your skills, and often makes a game out of people watching with you

”The guy with the huge dick energy, in the green hoodie.”

”Mmmm…. Kelptomaniac with a fent problem, looks like he has early onset arthritis and an iron deficiency. Most likely to rob a combination grocery store and pharmacy.”

”that’s brutal! Okay what about the girl with the huge… um… tank top. Striped, by that statue!”

”Developed quickly, has crow feet and probably did ballet as a child, but stopped around middle school. Her hair looks natural but is dyed, likely from ginger to brown based on the undertones. She has a twitch in her arm and a shakiness in her eyes, probably low blood sugar. Hence-“ you gestured to the ice cream cart next to her “Why she’s in line. Like we should be, cmon!”

you pull him over and get ice cream, he gets rocky road every time, and always insists on getting a bite of whatever you got

Bonus:

Rex and Cecil are both relatively bad at the traditional family dynamic

but Rex wants to”meet the parents” like he never could with Eve for obvious reasons

so you bring him to hq for the Superbowl

Every year you, Cecil, and Donald stream the Super Bowl on a side screen while carrying out your regular duties, along with a cheap plastic football shaped bowl of potato chips, Donald’s favorite, and a smaller bowl of peanut m&ms, Cecil’s favorite.

Rex studies really hard on the Eagles and the Chiefs

only to realize nobody except Donald actually gives a shit how the game plays out

rex scores MAJOR brownie points with Donald though

and since he’s like basically an uncle to you, he counts it as a win

cecil thinks he’s lame

”if you put this much effort into training as you do trying to impress me via an archaic bid to my masculinity, the world might actually be a safe place.”

ouch.

Rex eats all the peanut m&Ms in revenge

#invincible show #invincible #rex splode #rex sloan #rex splode x reader #X reader #requests open #invincible fanfic #cecil stedman #invincible cecil #invincible hcs #Invincible drabble

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jamminvroomvroom · 1 year ago

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congrats on 5k queen! you’re writing is so brilliant beyond belief and you deserve all the love and support this site has to offer. can i request lando+angsty smut (the best combo)…prompts along the lines of “i don’t think im ever going to love anyone the way i love you”//“i don’t think i want to love anyone else”

how did it end?

ln x famous fem!reader

in which it ends, until…

i love this fic with my whole heart. thank u sm for this request, anon, and for being so absolutely for gorgeous and kind <3 kicking off the 5k celebration with a big, sad, sexy bang! lemme know what you think, hugs n kisses

songs to set the mood: how did it end? by taylor swift

warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! smut, angst angst angst, fluff, happy ending! exes to lovers, just. a lot going on. sad!lando, sad!everyone, so many feels, r is a big deal model, alcohol consumption, mentions of smoking

4.1k words

one gasp, and then…

“how did it end?” the woman strokes your arm, soothing, tentative.

you don’t know her all that well, she’s signed to the same agency as you, you see her in the halls sometimes and sit next to her in makeup chairs.

you stare blankly at her, registering. news travels fast apparently.

you smile, small, fake, tilting your head to the side. you mumble something about different schedules, timezones, right person, wrong time. she watches your face intently, with sympathy. you want to throttle her. she’s being kind and you despise her for it right now.

“i won’t tell anyone.” she affirms, her fingers still smoothing over the skin of your arm.

yes you will, you think. all of her friends, the rest of the building will know exactly what you’ve told her by the time you get to your meeting. you don’t begrudge her, though, that’s the nature of the industry.

“well, it was good to see you.” you nod, even go in for a quick hug, and then you speed away, beelining for the elevator. the ride is short, your managers office somewhere on the third floor and you shuffle down the corridor, ready to be informed of what your life will look like for the next three months.

fittings, shoots, paris trip.

mhm.

swimwear season, charlotte tilbury, meeting with the vogue journalist.

cool.

week off, few days in london, monaco grand prix.

no.

“what? no.” you splutter. out of habit, you reach for a necklace, frown when you realise it’s no longer there.

“what do you mean, no?” she narrows her eyes at you.

“i can’t go to the race. no.”

“girl, i love you, but did i ask?”

“you know i can’t-“

“you won’t have to see him.” she reasons.

“but what if i do? he’s obviously gonna be there, and the events before and after- no. no.”

“lando norris is not gonna be the end of you.”

you stifle a laugh, one that sounds more like a strangled cry.

what if he already was?

look who we ran into at the shops,

walking in circles like he was lost

lando stares at the shampoo.

specifically, the one you use. used. he can’t be too sure anymore, he supposes.

he’d popped out for a loaf of bread, about an hour ago. he didn’t want to acknowledge how long he’d been staring at the women’s toiletries section.

you seemed to live on, everywhere. lando could see you in his apartment, the passenger seat of his car, the back of the garage. even the fucking supermarket wasn’t safe. you were very much alive, moving on with life, and yet you haunted him like he’d killed you himself.

perhaps he had, in a way.

the basket grazes the outside of his leg.

that’s the shower gel he’d buy for you, the one you only used when you stayed with him in monaco.

there’s the tampons you asked him to buy, crying back at home on your- his bed.

oh, and there’s the shampoo that you made him buy, the one that you told him made his curls feel extra fluffy when he was between your legs-

“lando?” a voice calls, drawing lando out of the mist.

“oh, alex. hey.” lando croaks. he hasn’t noticed the lump in his throat until now. he clears his throat, running a hand through his hair.

“what you doing, mate?” alex asks, eyebrows furrowed. he scans lando’s face, puffy eyes, watery.

“shopping.”

“for women’s shampoo?”

“no, no, just… looking.” lando stutters.

“when was the last time you slept?” alex’s voice is laced with concern, apprehensive. he doesn’t know what to say to his heartbroken friend.

lando smiles weakly.

“i’ve been sleeping.”

alex sighs.

“okay, when was the last time you slept properly, then?”

lando’s shoulders visibly sag.

“about a month ago.”

we hereby conduct this post-mortem

“we can’t do this anymore.”

the words fall from your lips in a whisper, but they reach him like you’ve screamed them at him. he sits opposite you, in the arm chair, so far away, only a metre or so.

“i know.” lando breathes shakily.

“i don’t want this but…”

“yeah.”

it’s been such a good year. you’re in love. it’s not enough. there’s too much distance, too many outsider opinions, too much longing for someone who’s on the other side of the world.

he’ll be in london. you’ll be in brazil.

he’ll be in australia. you’ll be in amsterdam.

it’s too much.

“i love you, though.” you remind him meekly.

“don’t know how to not love you.” he sniffles.

your heart shatters, the pieces flying over the room, spilling across the floor. they mix with the splinters of his, painting the room red. all you feel is blue.

you cry in his arms when he takes you to bed, his own tears spilling over your collar bone when he buries his head in your neck, licks over the marks he’s left there. to remember me by, he’d muttered dryly.

when you’re both finished, he lays there for a moment, still on top of you. damp with sweat and tears, the taste of one another still lingering on your tongues.

“how is it possible that i miss you already?” he pants, lips grazing just below your ear.

“i get it, lan. i’ve been missing you for a while.”

you’re gone when he wakes up.

and so, a touch that was my birthright became foreign

come one, come all

it’s happening again

the empathetic hunger descends

there are about six cameras pointed at you when he asks the dreaded question.

you’re in new york, sat on a talk show hosts sofa, lit by stage lights and his inquisitive eyes. two hundred people sit in the audience, on the edge of their seats waiting for you to spill your secrets.

“so, what happened there, with lando?”

you plaster on the fakest smile to date, crossing your legs anxiously.

“we’re both just so busy, you know? he’s doing amazing things in f1 and i’m all over the place with work.”

“we love both of you over here, it was sad to hear.” he sympathises, adjusting his tie and leaning back in his chair. his fingers drum over the wood of his desk, waiting for more.

vultures. everyone is a vulture.

“and we still have a lot of love for each other. he’s a wonderful person.”

there are tears in your eyes and bile rising rapidly in your throat when you shake hands with the crew, the host, and retreat to your dressing room. you stumble into the en-suite and throw up. then, you fall onto the sofa and cry. you fix your makeup at godspeed and reply to the text from your team, inviting you to drinks at some rooftop bar, promising to meet them there. you punctuate the text with one too many exclamation marks, feigning excitement.

“we still have a lot of love for each other.”

translation: i can’t understand: how did it end?

lando watches your interview. of course he does. he watches everything that you do, watches the way you set the world on fire.

he can’t help himself where you’re concerned, like an addict craving the next hit. you look so pretty on tv, glowing. you look fine.

god, why do you look fine?

he hates himself for hating just how fine you look. he is not fine.

“he’s a wonderful person.”

your words ring in his ears. they anger him, because if he’s oh-so-wonderful, why aren’t you here? why isn’t he there with you, waiting backstage? why can’t you just hate him? why can’t he just hate you? maybe you will, if he shows you just how not wonderful he can be.

he gets drunk that night. forces max to hit the clubs with him. sticks his tongue down a pliant woman’s throat. doesn’t ask her name. let’s her invite him back to her place. it has to be her place, he can’t fuck someone else in your bed, the one you used to share. he leaves minutes after he’s pulled out. he’s sure she’s lovely, too good for him and his bitter fucking heart. he feels utterly disgusting.

lando goes home, scrubs his skin red, and then does it again. he doesn’t go to sleep, watches from his balcony as the sun begins to rise over the sea. he hikes to the highest point he can reach in monaco, where it’s quiet and there’s no one to judge him, or worse, sympathise with him.

he stands at the edge of the cliff. screams once, twice. he sits on a rock, and lets himself cry.

the deflation of our dreaming

leaving me bereft and reeling

my beloved ghost and me

sitting in a tree

d-y-i-n-g

your stylist is plying you with options.

you can wear the denim with the cream OR you could do the red and white? or we can go full glam! or! or! or! we could-

you drown her out. you don’t give a fuck. not a single one.

what you wear to the monaco grand prix is quite literally the least of the your problems. your biggest problem, of course, is that you have to go to the fucking thing.

visibility is important, get people talking! the words of your manager ring in your ears until you have a dull migraine brewing behind your ears.

you leave the fitting not entirely sure what you’re wearing, but your stylist will be sending the clothes over so you can pack.

when you land in all too familiar nice, there are cameras. when you get to the hotel in monaco, you and lando are already trending on twitter. well, at least he knows you’re coming. when you’re getting your makeup done before your first event, you get a text.

i’ll try and keep my distance.

try.

try is such an interesting word. the fact that he has to try to stay away makes your belly flutter with embarrassing, self loathing butterflies. don’t try too hard, you want to respond. you don’t.

should’ve told you i’d be here you shoot back.

you think i didn’t already know?

of course he knew. he’d probably asked god knows how many brands to invite you. you try and feign an illness but your team drag you kicking and screaming to the event.

there are no two ways about it: you’re drunk, on a tuesday night, somewhere in the principality. a few cocktails with a jewellery brand turned into a night on the town, bar hopping with people you hardly knew and barely recognised.

you’re shaking your ass in jimmy’z, pretending to have fun when you see him.

lando stands at the bar, watching you, jaw tensed, eyes solemn. you exit the club faster that his car down a back straight, stumbling into the smoking area. you bum a cigarette from a guy who tries really hard to convince you that he’s the son of a british lord, and sink into the corner, ignoring the people recording you.

depressed model shame smokes outside monaco club because she is fucking pathetic, the headlines will read.

“thought you quit that shit.” his voice washes over your body like you’ve been set on fire, smooth tone, ambiguous accent making you ache.

“i did but then i got forced to come to monaco, so.” you shrug.

“forced?”

“‘m here for work.” you sigh.

“i guess i am too.” he mumbles. you raise an eyebrow.

“you live here, lan.” you tease. lan rolls off of your tongue too sweetly.

“doesn’t feel like it anymore.”

how can it, without you? he wants to scream at you. he can’t, you don’t deserve it.

“how are you?”

you want to touch him.

“shit.”

he needs a taste.

“yeah.”

you put your cigarette out. it tastes like shit, half smoked.

you stand there, stare at each other.

take me home, you want to beg.

come home, he clenches his fists, trying not to grab you and remind you how you’ll always be his, right here, up against the side of the club.

“good luck, if i don’t see you.” you whisper. you linger, praying that he’ll beg you to stay so that you can crumble into his arms, without having to make the first move.

lando ponders his options. his head and his heart wage a war.

logic wins, unfortunately.

“thank you.”

you take that as your queue to get the fuck out of there, and disappear into the night.

it’s raining on sunday. the dreary weather seems to perfectly sum up what has been the worst week of your life.

you’ve seen your ex boyfriend more times than you can count, ended up with about four hangovers as a result, and with a pounding head, you have to sit in the paddock club and wait for the sound of engines to split your head in half. it was your own doing, so you’d suck it up, recognising that you were a disgustingly privileged bitch, and there are people who would sell their kidneys to do what you’re complaining about.

you never complain, not usually. but your heart hurts and your body hearts and your mind hurts and it’s just not fair. lando is gorgeous, and you miss him so badly, and your shoes are digging in. who the fuck thinks it’s a good idea to wear heels to an f1 race?

you see him before the race, mouth good luck from afar. he winks. it’s something you used to do before every race. old habits die screaming.

the rain falls harder, the track slick. you say a prayer and take your seat.

“norris has this in the bag, he’s bloody good in the wet.” you hear some old guy say behind you. you are cursed with the knowledge of just how good in the wet he is, and you end up flushed.

he wins. his second one in three races. you pray that no one notices the way you weep. everyone notices.

you make a mistake and rush for the podium, your pass giving you access. he graces the top step and you sob, grinning like a fool, soaked through with rain. the anthem plays, the champagne pops. he finds your eyes in the crowd. your hair falls, stringy and curled, mascara smudged. you are the most breathtaking sight. he stands still, washed with an onslaught of champagne, watching you like he’s scared to take his eyes off of you. his boyish grin and hopeful eyes render you weak - you’re there for him, after all - and he can’t help but bask in that little fact.

dangerous territory. you break, and disappear.

say it once again with feeling…

the photographers barely get a second to snap a picture of the top three, because lando is gone. he takes the stairs two at a time, descending from the podium and throwing his pirelli cap and a shaky apology at his pr rep. the adrenaline spike makes his blood rush; he needs to find you and stop you and tell you that he will never be able to stop loving you.

the exit is the natural assumption, and he nearly slips a thousand times as he sprints through the paddock. the ground is wet, but he figures that if his car made it, so can he. the gates are in sight, and so are you, your clothes sticking to your shivering frame.

he calls your name, thunderously travelling towards you, his voice hitting your ears like a sonic boom. you freeze, turn slowly until your facing him. the rain splashes around you, not letting up.

you’re within his reach, and he pulls you in, hugging you tight. you melt into him, clinging like he’s a life force. he inhales you, your scent that he’s missed so horrifically. you crumble, and so does he, pieced back together as one.

“i can’t do this, i can’t.” he kisses the words into the cold skin of your neck.

“no, neither can i.” you choke wetly with emotion.

“miss you too much. it’s too hard, it’s stupid, it’s-“

“wrong. it’s wrong. ‘m sorry.” your breath fans his face, breathing life into him, life that he’d lost four months ago.

he grabs your shoulders, lowering so that his eyes are level with yours. his curls fall over his eyes, sodden from the rain.

“i don’t think, no, i know: i’m never gonna love anyone the way i love you.” lando speaks slow, convincing. your chest is tight.

“i don’t want to love anyone else.” you croak, the lump in your throat making it hard to breathe.

“come back to me.” he mutters, pleading.

“don’t think i ever left.” you breathe, hushed.

your lips slot over his easily, it’s like breathing. the kiss is messy, helpless, and he engulfs you whole, his body wrapping around yours like a blanket. you latch onto his race-suit, drawing him in, and then you both seem to remember where you are.

lando norris caught kissing ex like horny teenager in monaco paddock!

you pull away with breathless chuckle. the air is fresh, and you feel alive. he steals another peck.

“wait for me at home. i’ll be quick.” his hand finds you ass, just for a second and you scold him playfully.

home.

yeah, home.

“don’t make me wait.” you grin.

his brain short circuits.

“do you still have your key?” he splutters, refocusing.

you scoff. “never took it off the chain.”

you pace the apartment, taking in the space. it hasn’t changed, but it’s messier, a visual representation of lando since you left. the pit of your belly swirls with anxiety, anticipation. he’ll be back soon, and he’ll kiss you, make love to you, remind you that you’re home and that it’d be stupid to leave again.

you’re still damp from the rain, shedding layers until you’re left in your vest and jeans, ridiculous heels kicked off by the door, your jacket airing over the back of a chair.

he hasn’t taken down the pictures of you together. he hasn’t moved your ugly collection of magnets from the fridge. he hasn’t changed the blinds that you chose, but he didn’t really like. your candles sit on the bookshelf half burned, the teddy he’d won you at a fair sits neatly on the sofa. the L pendant and it’s chain is strewn over the coffee table, right where you left it the morning after it ended. your breathing is heavy.

the front door opens behind you.

you don’t move, your eyes still fixed on the silver chain, overwhelmed by how empty your neck feels all of the sudden. he comes up behind you, his head resting on your shoulder, arms finding home around your waist. you often used to find yourselves in this exact position; while you brushed your teeth, made coffee. the room is deathly silent, breathing and the distant buzz of post race festivities the only thing you can hear. lando follows your gaze.

“kept it. knew that one day, you’d come back for it.”

“i came back for you.”

“and that necklace will stay with you when i can’t be there.”

you nod. he kisses your neck.

“missed you so bad.” you gasp. he licks your skin, bites down softly.

you spin in his arms, his hands pawing at your hips and everything blurs when he kisses you.

shaky fingers work over zippers, buttons, clasps, and then you’re both bare. you sink into the mattress that you missed so much, his body moulded with yours when you both tumble into the sheets. this is messy and frantic, utterly lovestruck. the lightning strike of his touch has you keening, sweating beneath him already.

“missed you. missed this.”

“do something, lan.” you cry, quiet against his shoulder.

“missed my perfect girl.” he grunts, lips working your chest while his fingers leave a trail of goosebumps over your inner thigh.

“please.” you sigh when his fingers dip between your folds, sliding over your wet flesh. his lip catches between his teeth, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of you.

he thumbs at your clit, stroking over you in slow, firm swipes, and then he’s sinking a digit into you, slow and steady. your toes curl, tears pricking your eyes at the intrusion, but you don’t have much of a chance to adjust, a second finger joining the first. he fucks you full, the stretch of just two fingers making you whine, one hand threading into the sheets while the other slams over your mouth. you want to hide, the pleasure rendering you a mess across the pale grey linen.

“no, let me look at you.” lando rasps, spare hand tugging at your wrist. you whine, writhing when he curls his fingers. “why are you hiding?”

you can’t hold back the choked cry that sounds from the back of your throat, his palm bumping your clit as he grinds his fingers deep.

“gone shy on me, baby? where’s my good girl gone?” lando coos, moving so that he’s leaning over you. the angle change sends your legs flying, kicking out at the sweet torture. “‘s because you haven’t been fucked right in so long, hm? can’t remember how to behave?” he’s smirking down at you, scanning the changing lines of your face.

“need it, need-“ you stutter, the words dying on your tongue.

“words, pretty girl, words.” lando encourages, false sympathy dripping from his tongue.

“need to cum, want you to make me…” you trail off.

“was that so hard?” he tuts, and everything speeds up.

the sound of him working you so sweetly makes you shake, your thighs clenching tight around his hand. the wet squelch hits your ears and you blush, cheeks coloured deep with embarrassment, awe, desperation.

your mouth drops open, screaming silently when it hits, your thighs slick. you drip down his wrist, his hand covered in your release.

“there’s my girl.” lando sighs, diving down to kiss you hard.

you can feel the damp press of his fingers as they dig into your thighs and you squirm beneath him, finding your way into his mouth.

“fuck me.” you slur, teeth knocking with his. he swallows you whole, groaning into your mouth.

“not so shy now, hm? been dreaming of hearing you beg for it.” lando shudders, shifting between your legs.

you can feel the press of him, thick against your cunt and you wiggle your hips, pushing to meet him halfway. the stretch burns deliciously, and you grab at his shoulders, dragging him in.

“fuck, baby.” he breathes, sinking into you slowly. “feel like heaven.” disbelief coats his voice, like he can’t reconcile that this is real; you’re back here, his, in the bed you were always supposed to share.

“it’s so good. feel so good for me, lan.” you whisper, lacing your fingers through his hair.

“love you so much.” he kisses you like he means it, rocking into you with purpose.

“can’t believe i lived without this.”

“can’t believe you’re all mine.”

the release builds, every thrust reminding you of what you could have lost for good. there was no lack of love, in fact you were starting to wonder if you had loved each other too much before.

“never losing you again. can’t live without you. my beautiful girl.”

your tummy grows tight, and he finds your clit when he feels you clamp down on him. he pulls you through the pleasure, guides you to your orgasm and you blindly follow him. you’d follow him anywhere, you decide.

you tell him you love him when you let go, spilling all around him, warm. he’s panting, kisses your forehead gently. he rolls off of you, and you feel the slow drip instantly, but you curl into his side and he wraps around you.

home.

“promise me something.” he whispers. you feel the way he shakily inhales.

“hm?”

“don’t leave again. you belong here, too. with me.”

your eyes are watery.

“i’m staying. ‘m yours.”

“about that…”

lando springs from the bed, naked, disappearing from the room. you watch, confused, cold all of the sudden.

you can hear his footsteps padding through the hallway, and then he’s back, his figure in the hallway. he runs, jumps, lands gracelessly next to you. endeared, you laugh softly.

“sit up.”

you do, leaning up to sit next to him. his fingers skim your shoulder, pushing your hair out of the way. cool metal dances over your skin.

“back where it belongs.” lando smiles at you, eyes wide and stunning.

you toy with the L. something heals in your chest, right around where your heart is.

“the sweetest boy.” you shake your head in disbelief, grin up at him like a fool.

“bath?”

“you know me so well, noz.”

come one, come all

it’s happening again

oh, my heart. there is something deeply wrong with me

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Wrapped up in you

Remus Lupin x reader

Summary: you look good and Remus is a love sick puppy

Note: pre established relationship. A bit of Jily English is not my first languaje!

Warnings: not +18 but suggestive content

Words: 1,9K

You looked good—really good. After what felt like ages of trying on clothes, nothing had felt quite right for the party at the Ravenclaw common room. But this… Merlin, you felt like the hottest person at Hogwarts

“Are you trying to kill poor Remus? Because with that outfit, you might actually do it” Lily teased, grinning as she looked you up and down. You rolled your eyes, though a satisfied smile played on your lips as you took one last look in the mirror.

Remus and you had started dating not so long ago, one month, two weeks and three days to be exactly. After years of crushing on your best friend, you had finally gotten together, thanks mostly to James and Lily who were desperate to have double dates with someone.

“You look good too, Lils” you replied smiling to the redhead “Pretty sure James is going to be drooling across the common room” you teased slightly.

She chuckled, giving you a playful nudge before opening the door. You followed her down the stairs to meet up with the Marauders in the common room, where the four of you had planned to head to the party together. As you descended, you could already hear their laughter echoing up the stairs. When you stepped into the common room, all four boys turned to look at you both.

“Lily Evans,” James announced, rising dramatically, “I vow to cherish you until the end of time because, somehow, you get even more beautiful every day.” He walked over to Lily, giving her a soft kiss.

Sirius came over with a teasing grin, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “Didn’t know you could clean up this well.”

“Shut up,” you laughed, playfully nudging him off.

“I think you might’ve broken Moony” Peter said, smirking as he and Remus rose from the couch.

With a chuckle, you slipped out from Sirius’s arm and walked over to Remus, cheeks warming under his intense gaze. His mouth opened, closed, then opened again, like he couldn’t quite form words. You walked over, feeling the blush rise to your cheeks as he took in every detail—the way your hair framed your face, your lips, the curve of your smile. When you stopped in front of him, he wrapped his hands around your hips, giving a gentle squeeze as he took you in one more time.

“You’re…” he trailed off, his voice barely above a whisper as he finally managed to get out, “Merlin, you’re beautiful.”

Your eyes locked, and a shiver ran down your spine. “Thank you,” you murmured, a soft smile on your lips. The world faded for a moment, leaving just the two of you, wrapped in quiet admiration.

But Sirius, ever the charmer, had other plans. “Alright, lovebirds, are we going to crash this party, or are we just standing here staring all night?” he called, leaning against Peter with a grin.

You and Remus exchanged a chuckle, glancing at Lily and James, who were equally lost in each other. Everyone nodded, and with a shared laugh, you all began making your way out of the Gryffindor common room and toward Ravenclaw’s.

Peter and Sirius led the way, joking about how much they’d drink, while Lily and James giggled beside them, whispering in each other’s ears. You and Remus lingered behind, his hand in yours, his thumb lightly brushing over your knuckles. Every so often, you’d catch him looking over at you, his gaze warm and gentle.

“You’re quiet,” you murmured, giving his hand a light squeeze.

A flurry of thoughts raced through your mind. He’d called you beautiful, but… was he just being polite? Had he changed his mind about your outfit? Or maybe he had now realized that you actually looked bad? Had you tried to much? Was the outfit to much? Did he think you were too much? Did he-

Just as your thoughts started spiraling, he stopped, giving you a look so tender it silenced every worry. “You left me speechless, love,” he said softly, smiling in that way that made your heart stutter. “I still can’t believe we’re actually together.”

Your heart soared, and a wide smile spread across your face. This was what made you fall for him—those words, so simple yet so grounding.

“Well, you’d better believe it,” you said, a playful warmth in your tone. “I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”

“As if I’d ever let you,” he teased, letting go of your hand to wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. As you stepped into the Ravenclaw common room, you realized you hadn’t even noticed the journey there, entirely wrapped up in each other.

The Ravenclaw common room was packed, wall to wall with seventh-years letting loose. Tables had been pushed to the corners, each stacked with bottles of Firewhisky, Butterbeer, and a random assortment of Muggle liquors someone must have smuggled in. The music pounded through the room, drawing most people to the makeshift dance floor in the center, while the more daring couples could be spotted snogging in shadowed corners. A few others leaned by the large windows, passing around enchanted cigarettes, smoke curling lazily into the air.

Sirius caught your eye from across the room, his brows raised in that mischievous way of his, and you knew exactly what he was going to say—and that you were going to say yes.

“Ready for some shots, my dearest friend?” he asked, grin wide and challenging.

“As always.” You gave him a mock salute and turned to Remus, who was watching the exchange with a knowing smile.

You wrapped your arms around Remus’ shoulders, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. There was a hint of something electric beneath it, that small thrill you always felt whenever you kissed him, no matter how many times you had. But you didn’t let it go too deep, not wanting to get lost in him when Sirius was already waiting.

“Careful, alright?” Remus murmured as you pulled back, his hand resting gently on your waist, his gaze warm but cautious.

“Yes,” you whispered with a reassuring smile, planting one last kiss on his cheek before turning back to Sirius. Remus chuckled softly, watching you go with a fond look.

The two of you weaved through the crowd, pausing here and there to greet friends and familiar faces, laughter and chatter filling the room around you. Ever since the start of the year, you and Sirius had developed a little ritual of sharing shots at every party. It had somehow strengthened your friendship, a unique bonding ritual that always left you laughing by the end of the night.

As you reached the table, Sirius uncorked a bottle of tequila with a flourish. “No jokes aside, you really do look stunning tonight,” he said, pouring two shots and giving you a genuine smile beneath all his teasing.

“Thanks, Siri,” you said, smiling back. “And I hate to boost your ego, but you’re looking pretty good yourself.”

“Oh, I know,” he smirked, flipping his hair back in a mock display of vanity. He handed you a shot glass, clinking it against yours before you both downed it in one swift gulp.

The tequila burned going down, and you both winced, making exaggerated faces of disgust. “Still awful, every time,” you laughed, shaking your head.

“Awful but worth it,” he shot back, pouring another round without waiting for you to protest. “To making terrible decisions we’ll laugh about tomorrow!”

“Cheers to that,” you replied, grinning as you took the second shot with him, already feeling the warmth of the alcohol spreading through you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Remus watching you with a soft smile, leaning casually against the wall with James and Lily. Every now and then, he’d shoot a glance your way, and you could feel the quiet affection in his gaze, even from across the room. Sirius followed your gaze and nudged your arm.

“You two are love-sick puppies” he teased, filling two cups with Butterbeer and passing one over to you with a smirk.

“We are not,” you said, shooting him a playful glare but gratefully accepting the drink. “We’re just… happy.”

Sirius chuckled, rolling his eyes. “Sure, happy. At least now the rest of us don’t have to suffer watching you two make eyes at each other from across the room, pretending it’s not obvious.”

You laughed, taking a sip. Sirius was right—after all the glances, lingering touches, and awkward silences, everyone else had caught on long before you had. You had probably been more transparent than you’d thought.

“Alright, alright, so maybe we were both a little clueless,” you admitted with a laugh. “But we’re here now, aren’t we?”

Sirius shrugged with a grin. “I suppose I’ll allow it. But really, you’ve got Remus so wrapped up, it’s a miracle he can think straight.”

You grinned and roll your eyes playfully. At some point both of you decided that one shot wasn’t enough. You left the cup on the table and start taking more shots.

“Finally!” James called, reaching out to pull you both into the mix with the rest of the students. How many shots had you have? You were not sure, but the party was going great.

Sirius threw you a wink and headed to join Peter, who was challenging some Ravenclaws to a drinking game, while you spotted Remus near the edge of the dance floor, looking a little shy but grinning at you. You stepped up to him with a smile, holding out your hand.

“Care to dance?” you asked, warmth in your voice.

Remus took your hand, pulling you close as the music picked up, and you swayed together, everything around you blurring into background noise. With his arms wrapped around you, it felt like there was no one else there. He looked down, brushing a few strands of hair from your face, his gaze soft.

“Stop looking at me like that” you slurred out, already drunk.

“I can´t when you look this hot, love” he muttered pulling you even closer to him and smirking. He had been smoking, you could smell the cigarettes when he talked.

You didn’t know what came over you. Maybe it was the alcohol coursing through your veins, or the confidence that had settled in after a few shots. Or maybe, it was just the way Remus looked at you—like you were the only person in the room, and Merlin, he was the most beautiful boy you’d ever seen. Whatever it was, you closed the small gap between you, pulling him into a kiss. This time, neither of you held back.

His hands tightened on your waist, fingers digging in like he was anchoring himself to you. You ran your hands through his hair, tugging him closer as the kiss deepened, turning messy and desperate.But you liked it. You liked him, you loved him.

After a breathless moment, you both pulled back, eyes glazed and cheeks flushed. Remus looked down at you, his lips parted as he tried to catch his breath, a dazed grin spreading across his face.

“Your dorm or mine?” you asked, breathlessly, voice filled with barely-contained excitement. There was no way you were staying at this party now.

“Mine,” he said without hesitation, his voice thick with the same intensity, his hand already tugging you towards the door. Neither of you spared a glance at your friends, who were far too drunk to notice your swift exit..

Don’t get him wrong—Remus absolutely adored your outfit. But he’d adore it even more once it was on the floor of his dorm.

#marauders era #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin #harry potter #james potter #sirius black #lily evans

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MAKE A WISH ★ CL16

PAIRING ✦ charles leclerc x fem!childhood friend!reader

SUMMARY ✦ you and charles have been friends since you were little kids, and each year without fail charles posts you on your birthday, unknowingly marking the milestones of your relationship [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ none, i think!

REQUESTED ✦ here!

NOTES ✦ reader grew up in monaco. i tried to use old-ish pictures to mark the time period he was posting her from! this one's a bit on the shorter side because i only included charles' perspective of posting her. the fc i've used is cindy kimberly, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)

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2017

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charles_leclerc happy birthday to my very best friend! can't believe we've been friends for more than ten years, time flies by when you're having fun! love you y/n, have the best day ❤️

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yourusername awww charlieee!!

yourusername this is the sweetest omg

yourusername thank god you didn't use that crusty photo of me you threatened to use...

user1 okay now we haveee to see it

yourusername NOOO NEVERRR

yourusername thank you sm love you!!💘

charles_leclerc ❤️❤️

user2 scrolled so far down i managed to find these old gems of y/n 🤣

user3 stop they're acc so cute i can't

user4 the way this is the point where they relationship was just so sweet and innocent is so heartwarming to me

user5 also before charles got slowly more and more whipped with each post he made

2018

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charles_leclerc Y/N!! another year of us being friends, and another year where i have to put up with your awful dad jokes & incapability of cooking 🤣🤣 still, wouldn't have it any other way! love you y/n ❤️

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yourusername stoppp that cat was sooo cute

charles_leclerc ur cuter 😘

user6 THE BLATANT FLIRTING HELLOOOO??

yourusername birthday wishes much appreciated charles!! thank youuu 💘💘

charles_leclerc why so formal??

yourusername idk just felt like it ❤️

yourusername i literally can cook idk what you mean

charles_leclerc you almost burnt down my apartment??

yourusername intentional. 😊

user7 is that his girlfriend???

user8 nooo his childhood best friend from monaco!!

user9 well not yet anyways 🤷‍♀️

yourusername NOT THE BANGSSS IT WAS A DARK TIME OKAY

user10 Y/N REVISITING THIS IS SO FUNNY

yourusername NO STOPP WHAT WAS I THINKING.

2019

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charles_leclerc hopefully the getaway to italy was enough of a birthday present for you 😘 happy birthday y/n! no one else i'd rather eat crappy pizza with ❤️

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user11 TELL ME HOW THEY'RE NOT DATINGG

user12 omg she is absolutely STUNNING!!

yourusername CHARLIEEE IT WAS MORE THAN ENOUGH

user13 she seems like such a sweetheart

yourusername the flowers were so beautiful oh my

charles_leclerc you have no clue how long it took me to find them 🤣🤣❤️

user14 GET TOGETHER ALREADYY

sebastianvettel 👀👀

user15 SEB IS HERE!!

user16 what on earth can this man know

2020

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charles_leclerc happy birthday to the craziest cat lady i know!! 🐈‍⬛ thanks for supporting me through my ups and downs, and staying with me during this crazy journey! the best person to ever have by my side ❤️

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user17 oh so he's in love.

user18 RIGHTTT

yourusername you can NEVERRR take me away from cats!!

charles_leclerc as a dog person this hurts

yourusername idc deal with it eclair!!

user19 crazy cat lady x dog guy >>>>

yourusername love you charlie 💘💘

user20 CHARLIE HAS ME WEAKKK

user21 if this man doesn't want her I DOOO PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE Y/N

user22 looking back on this in 2024 it's actually sooo obvious idk how (some) of us didn't see it

2021

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charles_leclerc forever thankful that my mama made me play with my (annoying) new neighbour when i was 7 years old 🤣❤️ happy birthday y/n, hope it's the best one yet!

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user23 HOW IS SHE SO PRETTYYY

user24 more y/n content asap pleaseeee

yourusername exploring spain w you was sooo much fun & the tour guide was great asw! @/carlossainz55 😉😉

carlossainz55 it was my pleasure! ❤️❤️

user25 PLS SAY THEY ARENT DATINGGG I WANT CHARLES & Y/N

yourusername omg no he's in a long term relationship & i'm not at all interested 😭😭

user26 charles x y/n is still possible then!!

yourusername not the picture of me and the sushi 🤣 my one true love!

charles_leclerc i think you prefer the sushi to me

yourusername you'd be right!!

user27 wait guys i'm a new fan who is this??

user28 y/n l/n!! she's charles' childhood best friend from monaco (and we're all 99% sure they're in love)

2022

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charles_leclerc the only person who continually manages to pull off white regardless of the weather ☀️ happiest of birthdays to you y/n! love you more each year ❤️

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user29 JUST ADMIT IT UR IN LOVEEEE

user30 L-O-V-E

user31 hey alexa play you are in love by taylor swift (listen until it gets in ur head pls!)

user32 literally: "pauses, then says you're my best friend and you knew what it was, he is in love"

yourusername I LOVE YOU 💘

charles_leclerc ❤️❤️

user33 they're lovers, your honor.

yourusername don't get in the way of me and one direction

pierregasly are they not over??

yourusername SHUT UP GASLY IM IN DENIALLL

user34 she's truly one of us!!

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charles_leclerc my very best friend and now, i can officially say, the woman i am very much in love with. happy birthday y/n - thanks for putting up with me all these years ❤️❤️

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user35 CHARLES X Y/N CONFIRMEDDD

user36 THE CAPTION?? THEY ADMITTED THEIR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER IM CRYING

user37 AND THE LAST PICTURE?? I LOVE THEMMMM

yourusername my love forever 💘💘

charles_leclerc ❤️❤️

user38 parents pls adopt me i beg

yourusername THE FIRST PIC HELP i did NOT think you'd post that

charles_leclerc why wouldnt i 🤷‍♂️

francisca.cgomes what are you doing with MY WIFE 😖

yourusername idk PLEASE come pick me up baby he's annoying me sm rn ❤️❤️

francisca.cgomes dw on my way rn 🙏

pierregasly oh???

charles_leclerc it would seem we've been replaced, pierre!

2024

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charles_leclerc MY girlfriend!! happy birthday y/n l/n; 14 year old me would be very happy to call the girl he'd been in love with since a kid his girlfriend ❤️

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yourusername 14 year old me would be screaming crying throwing up right about now, if it's any consolation

charles_leclerc 🤣🤣❤️

user39 THE WAY THEY LOVED EACH OTHER AS KIDS ASW I CANT

user40 the definition of soulmates i can't

user41 PARENTSSS

user42 i need to find me someone who loves me the way charles loves y/n

yourusername in all realness though kika is my gf sooo idk what the caption is about buddy!

francisca.cgomes righttt?? 😘😘

charles_leclerc so should i change the caption orrr?

yourusername NOO i have to flex my relationship somehow 🤷‍♀️

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#f1 x reader #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 smau #f1 imagines #f1 x you #formula 1 #formula one x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 social media au #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #mclqren #smau #formula one x y/n #f1 x female reader

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redbullgirly · 1 year ago

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Can you do a Lewis Hamilton smau where she is basically like Barbie? I feel like since Barbie is a fashion icon and so is Lewis, it would be a match made in Heaven. I read your pinned post and tried to make a request based on your rules. Sorry if it isn’t good enough

HI BARBIE! HI KEN! [part 1, LH44 smau]

Lewis Hamilton x reader

Masterlist & Hi Barbie! Hi Ken! [part2, LH44 smau]

Summary: Lewis Hamilton is part-time Formula One driver and full-time fashion icon. And so is his girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N, who's also known as a real life Barbie.

Warnings: None... but a lot of pink XD. Also this story is set in December 2023, so no broken hearts over Lewis going to Ferrari... actually maybe just a little teaser.

Author's Note: Hi Anon! This request is great and thank you so much for it, it definitely is good enough! :) I had fun writing and creating this, even though at the end it's kind of different than what I firstly intended to do. The original idea was to make Y/N very Barbie coded, but at the end I'd say she's Barbie inspired and I focused more on the fashion icon part of the request. Though there's a sweet storyline about why her nickname is Barbie, so I hope you won't be disappointed! :)

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lewishamilton A lot happened in 2023 season and there was also a lot of outfits 🤞🏾✨

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user1 MY GOD THIS MAN IS BEAUTIFUL!

yourusername this was definitely one of my favs 💝

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lewishamilton What can I say... pink is the color of real men 🫶🏾

yourusername but do i still wear it the best?

lewishamilton Of course ma'am

user2 I love them sm 😭

user3 can we talk about the fact they're the best couple ever?!

user4 so sweet🥰

user5 And the fact she's literally the only person he interacts with in the comments...

user6 You are the best Lewis, can't wait for another season 👏

user7 🔥❤️

mercedesamgf1 Did someone say Barbie and Ken?💘

user8 YES

user9 admin you're so real for this... they literally ARE our barbie and ken 🤭

user10 The only question is who is the Barbie and who's the Ken? xd

user11 lol imagine barbie lewis💀

user12 GOAT ⬆️♥️

carmenmmundt Me and goergerussell63 when?

gourgerussell I don't really think pink is my colour...😬

yourusername don't worry honey, if he won't wear pink w you i will 😘

carmenmmundt Oh I knew why you're my favourite Y/N 😘

georgerussell63 No wait I changed my mind darling!!

carmenmmundt Hmm now I'll have to think about it 🤔

georgerussell63 Y/NNNNN

yourusername 😌😚

user13 i love how he always manages to get y/n into his posts

user14 The power boyfriend Lewis has over me😩😩

user15 RIGHT?!

user16 he's just so... asdgsagfsgd 😫

user17 I literally need this version of him to live!!!

user18 i'm weak for bf lewis🥵

user19 Y/N looks SO GOOD in that coat

user20 I need to know how she does it

user21 fr

user22 The best driver and a fashion icon... damn he's got some talent 🙇‍♂️

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yourusername great season and now it'll be even better winter break w my love 💋💞

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f1 Our own Barbie🤩

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user1 yeeeees

user2 Wait I'm new in formula one, why do we call Lewis Hamilton's gf Babrie??

user3 idk user2 she just gives off the energy 😆

user4 Actually I think Lewis himself once called her Barbie in an interview when there were rumors about them dating and then it just stuck with her 🤷‍♀️

user5 oh really?!! tbh i had idea he ever called he barbie himself... y/n is just iconic xd

user6 IT'S Y/N'S WORLD AND WE'RE JUST LIVING IN IT 🗣🗣

lewishamilton Can't wait to spend the winter break with you ✨

yourusername *mwah*

user7 pls I'm so excited for them!!

user8 the vacation photo dumps are gonna slay🤭

alexandrasaintmleux stoppp you're so pretty!🎀

yourusername nooo you are alex 🥹🫶

user9 they could never make me hate these two just 'cause they're dating the hottest drivers on the grid🫡

user10 The outfit in the second photo? HELLO?!

kellypiquet 🤍

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charles_leclerc I see you like the Monaco circuit very much👀

yourusername i see you're stalking my photo dumps very carefully charles leclerc 🤨

charles_leclerc Well I have a feeling we'll see each other more often soon so I have to get to know you better😉

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charles_leclerc Caught in the crime😂

user11 WHAT WAS THAT CHARLES?!

user12 omg I wasn't the only one to see it? I'm not delusional right?🫣

user13 idk what you saw 'cause i didn't but this interaction is so funny to me XD

user14 mommy- sorry... MOTHER

user15 ❣️❣️

user16 y/n & lew >>>>

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yourusername i'm barbie. he's just a ken (and he won some trophy for p3 in the championship... idk where it is) 💖💄

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user1 I live for Lewis leaving the trophy there💀

user2 and the way y/n basically confirmed this by saying she has no idea where it is😭

lewishamilton You're everything. I'm just Ken 🙏🏾✨

yourusername exactly... though you're the best ken ever 💞

sebastianvettel Isn't he more like Allan then?

yourusername ohhh true seb 🤭

user3 YOU WANNA TELL ME THE SEBASTIAN VETTEL SAW BARBIE

yourusername yeah we made him watch it and he cried during gloria's speech 💓

sebastianvettel I'm not ashamed about it.

yourusername and that's why i love u seb 🫶

user4 why aren't all men like sebastian???😩

user5 I love these three with all my heart y'all don't understand

user6 my fav driver watching my fav movie and crying during speech about feminism is my roman empire

user7 AAAHSDFHFGSDHSG😍

f1 If there was a prize for fashion icons, the Hamilton household would definetly win it! 🏆

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user8 not admin calling them hamilton household🥹

user9 Lol that would be the only fairly given trophy this year

user10 OMG I just realized that one day Y/N and Lewis WILL be both HAMILTON😭😭

user11 I'll tattoo the date of their wedding on my arm fr

user12 that's real dedication user11 💀

user13 TRUE DEFINITION OF A QUEEN... LOVE YOUUUUUU

kellypiquet Gorgeous darling!💖💖💖

yourusername we both babeee 💖🫶

user14 the IT wags casually supporting each other

user15 I love they're still friends even though their bfs are probably the biggest rivals xd

user16 not the shade about the trophy💀

user17 Waiiittt what happened?

user18 someone who was at the ceremony said lewis gave him the prize 'cause he didn't want it😭

user17 Oh and Y/N wrote in her caption she doesn't know where it is?

user18 exactly😭

user17 Whoops... I love her, she's queen for that

user19 and the fact fia tried to deny these rumors💀

user20 Absolutely love this look 🤍

user21 you and lew are just such a good looking couple

user22 THE DRESS I REPEAT THE DRESS🥰

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roscoelovescoco Mom's look's so handsome's ☺️☀️

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lewishamilton Agreed

yourusername awww my boys are too sweet 🥹💕

user1 lewis complimenting his gf not w one but TWO accounts makes my heart melt

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user2 I want a man like him🤧

user3 WE LOVE ROSCOE CALLING HER MUM

user4 Lewis, Y/N & Roscoe are the best trio ever🥰

user5 parents and their son

user6 literally omg

yourusername wow who's that handsome boy laying on a couch 🥴😻

lewishamilton Handsome you say?😏

yourusername yeah, right next to u 🥰

lewishamilton Oh no, I should've seen that coming😒

roscoelovescoco Thank's mom's I'm handsome's boy's 😊👅

user7 these interactions give me the will to live

user8 I love the Hamilton family🥺

user9 lol y/n calling roscoe handsome xd

user10 The funniest part about this is that Lewis manages Roscoe's profile😭

user11 omg yes user10 not him playing being offended on his main and then being all sweet as roscoe...

user12 Love forever ❤️

user13 Y/N is so beautiful I can't believe my own eyes

user14 the two belong together forever 🙌🫶♾️💫

user15 fr

user16 If they ever break up I'll stop believing on love

mercedesamgf1 Mr. & Mrs. Mercedes

user17 pls give him decent car in 2024 to win another championship🙏

user18 The most iconic couple in history of motorsport 💅

user19 ❤️😍

user20 what's Ferrari doing in the likes?🤨

user21 lol calm down... he's literally lewis hamilton🤣

user22 No but it's weird... they never like other team's things

user23 and after the rumors during monaco gp too 🥸🥸

user24 I think this photo dump caused global warming... like daaammmnnn they're both so fine 🥵

user25 let's just say roscoe isn't the only one calling them mommy and daddy-

user26 lmao

user26 but true🫢

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yourusername barbie has a great day everyday... especially when she gets pink mercedes she wanted 🛍🤍

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lewishamilton Seems like Ken is good for something

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lewishamilton You want pink Ferrari too, don't you?

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user1 ohhh to have a man like that

user2 OMG LEWIS PLS GET HER PINK FERRARI

user3 Yeah, Y/N will slay in that car😌

user4 i wanna be barbie too if she gets pink mercedes

user5 but first you'll need to have a ken like lewis hamilton

francisca.cgomes this barbie is so prettyyyy

yourusername love u! 💓

user6 Okay okay I NEED the bikini😫😍

user7 QUEEN

user8 Y/N looking gorgeous like always🫶🏼

user9 gold digger alert!!!!🤮

user10 Girl go away, you clearly know nothing about their relationship xd

user11 jealousy alert!!!

user12 the first pic does something to me 😩

user13 The most beautiful woman ever

user14 Lewis won lottery w her

user15 yes she's literally so pretty and they seem so happy together🥰

user16 fr I don't think I've seen him this happy before

user17 yeah he looks so much calmer and even younger when y/n is with him at event and gps...🥹

user18 Plus the OUTFITS?! I love them sm

user19 Where is Lewis 🙂?

user20 c'mmon he doesn't have to be in every post she makes🙄

user21 stunning as always 💘

user22 SLAYING AS ALWAYS

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Y/N’s interview

photo 1: Y/N: How did you and Lewis meet?

Y/F/N: Oh, you guys'll love the story!

photo 2: Y/N: It was actually in a toy store. Lew was there with his niece and I was there because... [laughs] Let's say I still like to collect dolls and lego, sue me.

photo 3: Y/N: Anyway, Lew's niece saw me, thought I'm a real life Barbie and wanted to say hi. [laughs] It was honestly so sweet that I didn't have the heart to tell her I'm just a normal girl.

photo 4: Y/F/N: So does she still think you're Barbie? [laughs]

Y/N: Yeah, I think so... She calls me Auntie Barbie! [laughs too]

photo 5: Y/N: But back to Lewis - I didn't recognize him and just thought he's really cute. We talked for few minutes, though then I had to leave and didn't have the courage to ask for his number.

photo 6: Y/N: But few days later he followed me on Instagram and I was just like - yes!

Lewis’ interview

Interviewer: Lewis, you recently followed a known influencer and model on Instagram. Is there something going on between the two of you?

Lewis: Are you talking about Barbie? Oh, shoot, sorry... [laughs] I mean Y/N?

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yourusername aesthetic life w the best man, cute son and lots of flowers 🌸💖

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roscoelovescoco I got's mom's the's flowers's 😊🌷

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yourusername thx roscoe baby!! 🫶 guess daddy will have to learn from you 😌🤍

user1 ... are we gonna talk about the fact y/n just called lewis daddy?

yourusername ... no please don't, you know what i meant 😭🙈

user2 Too late Y/N, the twitter girlies are going to go nuts about this (me included)

landonorris Awww look at that grumpy little dude 🥺

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pierregasly Mate are you calling the seven world time champion grumpy little dude?🤣

user3 lando tf-

user4 This is so funny for no reason😭

user5 Lewis being called grumpy little dude wasn't what I expected from this winter break tbh

landonorris ROSCOE

landonorris I WAS TALKING ABOUT ROSCOE GUYS

user6 💀💀

pierregasly Lol

yourusername why did you even think it was about lewis peirregasly ??🧐

landonorris YEAH MR. TRIPOD TELL US

pierregasly Goodbye...👋

user7 u and lew are so sweet

user8 MOTHER IS MOTHERING 😍

alexandrasaintmleux Shining like a star✨💖

yourusername and you're my sun ☀️💖

user9 I want a man who gives me so many flowers!!!

user10 yeah and they're beautiful and tasteful too

lewishamilton So lucky to have you darling! 🫧🫶🏾

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yourusername we're both so lucky lew 💗🫶

user11 and i'm lucky i was born in the same century as you so i can witness this love

user12 I LOVE Y/N & LEWIS🥰

user13 I'll ask again... When is he going to put a ring on it? 💍 C'mon Lewis you obviously love her sm

user14 Your guys love is so special ❤️

user15 if this is the content we'll be getting during winter break, i don't think i want it to end

user16 races are great... but boyfriend material lewis hamilton is better🤤

user17 REAL

THE END

Author's Note: Hi and thank you for reading! I'll be glad for likes, reblogs, comments, follows and any other ways of support. PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT PART 2! I really enjoyed this version of Lewis and Y/N... and perhaps I have a lot of pictures that unfortunately didn't make it to the story because picture limit isn't very friendly. Love you and have a great day! :)

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totallynotpochacco · 7 months ago

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Oml I love your work sm, I’ve been reading you’re blog for a while and I’m obsessed 😭

If you end up having the time, may I request Naib, Ithaqua, Joseph and Richard—or just the first two if that’s too many! 🤍—with a s/o who was almost fatally injured in their matches and sort of comatose but eventually woke up? Feel free to ignore this if this is too much, thank you for your time~

Aww thank you so much my love<3 you’re so sweet!!! I didn’t really think that many people liked my stuff so it’s amazing to hear that they do! I try my best on these things and I hate when it takes me years to post something out.

I’m working on another fic that’s similar to this for naib so he won’t be included but I hope you’ll take Norton instead

Ithaqua, Joseph, Richard, and Norton with a fatally injured reader who finally wakes up!

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Basic background first before the good stuff<3

You were supposed be decoding, out of the way, and out of danger.

You weren’t supposed to take the hit. You weren’t supposed to be here.

It wasn’t fair when your body fell to the ground, blood splattering out underneath you into a pool of crimson liquid.

It wasn’t fair when he called out to you, and you didn’t answer, only to feel your pulse fading.

It wasn’t fair that he had to carry your limp body to Emily’s office in a panic, begging her to help.

And it wasn’t fair when she had said you might not wake up.

Ithaqua

He couldn’t sit by you the entire time you were in bed. It just reminded him of his mother.

He didn’t want to put himself through more with those terrible memories.

He’d visit you in the morning and at night.

Kissing you goodnight and kissing you good morning

Like some strange routine.

When he got the news you were awake he had dropped everything, but he didn’t run, he just had to make himself believe you were okay first.

He had to make sure this wasn’t some sick joke, and that he’d wake up in his bed only to be told you didn’t make it.

Stopping in the doorway, looking at you who seemed to be looking back at him with those surprised eyes, that beautiful smile he loved etched onto your face.

He knew after a blow like that there would be some damage, a large scar going from the side of your cheek and up to your forehead would forever be a reminder of his fuck up.

He feels terrible and sometimes it’s hard to look at you without guilt seeping in.

He doesn’t want to be like this but it’s his way of working through it.

He loves you a lot, he has dreams of marrying you and building a home far away. But now those dreams are plagued with the possibility that he’ll accidentally become the monster he tried to tell himself he wasn’t.

Joseph

Alcohol.

A lot of it.

Bottles and bottles of it by your bed side.

He refused to leave you. He couldn’t live with the fact he might of killed the only person he loved more than anything.

The only person that made this bearable. And they might be gone.

He would drink himself to sleep and he would drink the moment he opened his eyes.

Not a lot of people ever saw him cry, but now? Everyone did.

When he had a moment of soberness he’d look over and break down.

Joseph would barely shower, having to be dragged away from you and told to clean himself up, only to repeat that process.

During one of the times he was forced to bathe, he had stumbled back in, bottle in hand, only to be met with your disappointed gaze.

He knows how much you hated it when he drinks, and because of that he barely touched liquor anymore.

“You said you’d cut back on drinking.” Your voice broke the silence.

Joseph rushed over to your side, falling onto his knees and sobbing. “Stop it. Now’s no time for lecturing. I thought I had killed you. I thought you weren’t going to make it. I thought you’d be like Claud, and leave me all alone again.”

Your hand makes its way to his cheek, “I’m okay. I’d never leave you alone, I promise. These things were bound to happen. But I’ll be more careful.”

He nodded leaning into your touch.

Richard

He’s fuming mad. And of course concerned.

He was made to do one thing, protect, and he couldn’t even save the one he loves?

“What bullshit.” He’d say through gritted teeth. Watching over your body, breathing raggedly. His hands smoothing out your hair to look nice with a not so gentle hand. He’s holding himself back.

He believes this is partially your fault. You should have been out of the way. Doing your job and letting him rescue.

But no, you had to disobey, you just couldn’t listen.

He’ll look like he doesn’t want to be there when his facade slips around the others, but he really does. He hates the fact that you have a terrible possibility over your head.

And he can’t control it.

He’d make sure you look stunning even in your condition. He’d brush your hair, and make sure you’re somewhat clean. Because when you wake up he’s going to want to kiss you, remind you of the way it should be.

When he’s informed by Emily that you’ve made a recovery, hes immediately speed walking towards your room.

He wanted to be the first thing you saw, but oh well. He’ll have you back in tip top shape soon.

“Richard!” You exclaimed, reaching your hand out to him.

He takes it, kissing the back, “___, my dear. You gave me quite the scare.”

“I know.. I shouldn’t have been so foolish but-”

His lips are against yours before you can finish. It’s passionate and deep with his feelings. You can tell how much he missed you, how worried he was.

“Foolish or not, you’re still here, with me. And that’s all that matters.” He says softly, loving yet serious eyes looking into yours.

Norton

Out of everyone, him and Joseph are the two absolute messes.

Joseph might be a bit worse with his drinking but Norton becomes violent and agitated.

He’s freaking out, shoving people out of the way with more strength than necessary just to get to you.

He wasn’t there to help, maybe, if he was you’d be okay.

The possibility’s are running through his head and causing him to become anxious and angry.

Fools gold is right there behind him. Sitting in a corner silently waiting for you to awake.

Fools golds matches are either quick surrenders or he’s chairing everyone immediately.

Norton doesn’t know how to comfort himself and doesn’t particularly want his hunter version to even touch him let alone tell him nice things so he’s just suffering until you wake up.

This man actually wouldn’t leave you, even if he was dirty because he’s been like this before. It doesn’t bother him.

He had watched you wake up, your eyes being blinded by the bright light of day.

He was silent until you noticed him,

“Norton-?” You began, but the minute you spoke he jumped on you. Holding you tightly.

“Don’t you pull this shit again. You.. don’t know how worried I was.” He mumbled into your neck.

A lot of apologies were given that day and fools gold was right behind you when Norton had to go.

He may not have liked his other self but he shared the same love for you like he did. And if playing guard dog for a bit would ensure everyone to be happy and safe, then sure.

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I fear I only like Richard’s..

#idv x reader #joseph desaulniers x reader #richard sterling x reader #norton campbell x reader #ithaqua x reader

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hananan2 · 1 month ago

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Hello! Can I request for pinky promise fluff with Diasomnia for F reader? For example, reader (Yuu) who said something like “I want to visit xxx” and the boys are like “Okay, I will take you there someday.” Then the reader lifts her pinky “pinky promise?” While staring with hopeful and cutesy stare.

Let’s just say there are no pinky promise culture in twisted wonderland so they did not know what to do, but the boys are already down bad for her already so they thought she is horrifyingly cute while explaining it to them. Thanks! ❤️❤️

YES OMG CUTE!! But omg I can not imagine a world without pinky promises they live in hell🥀 Hope you enjoy!!💕

Pinky Promise…?

A/N: BACK FROM THE DEAD! I’ll die again though, I have testing this full week 💔 thank you for staying with me, I’ll still post, just infrequently, love you guys sm and thank you for the support 💕

Summary: You were rambling with your special boy about something and a promise is made, to which you stick out your pinky finger to his face…but he’s confused, uh how do you explain this?

Characters: Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge, Silver Vanrouge and Sebek Zigvolt!

Info: Fluff, Romantic (crushes), Fem!reader, silly

CW: Gang signs??? (It was a mistake💔)

Malleus Draconia

Tonight was so majestic. The sky was space black and you could almost see the the stars, their brightness glimmering against a small pond with flowers engraved in, and the best thing, A tall Malleus by you side.

You nightly walks had lead to walking somewhere a bit farther, but it was okay since it was pretty as hell, “It’s so gorgeous out here, wow… I just think this is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” You remarked with awe sparked eyes, Malleus on your side looked at you with fondness, “I do agree that this is quite a exquisite landscape, though there is a plenty variety of more enticing views, many of which I have seen in Briar Valley that would perhaps grown fond of as well.” He stated softly, he noticed your eyes sparkling by just seeing this place and he wonders if they would grow bigger and shiner if you saw what he’s seen.

“Ooo Briar valley does look really pretty! I’ve seen my photos and it looks so mythical and magical, it would be really nice to see it in person!” You said with a cheery tint. This felt like a memory of a really old pretty place and it was making you happy, pretty places are really great, but their Better with Malleus here.

Malleus chuckled a little seeing your excitement, he put his hand on his chin and his eyes looked over to look at you as you both stepped on the slightly rocky path, “Then I shall bring you soon, it is even more breathtaking in reality.” He smiled, you smiled. “Really!? Promise?” You exclaimed gleefully, “Oh yes indeed.” He stated, eyes full of love, but they soon fluttered into confusion as you pulled out your pinky finger to his.

He had no idea what to do and stopped walking, you both kinda stared at eachother, no one dare breaking the eye contact, till you felt his hand grab your pinky and hand shake it?? “Oh yes Child of Man, I agree.” He does NOT know what he is agreeing to. “Is this how you humans agree upon something? I can’t I’ve seen Silver do such things…” Malleus trailed off, still shook your pinky.

”Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know you didn’t have these here… yea it’s a “human” thing, uhm it’s a bit of childish to explain.” You murmured, looking away, you pinky started to get warm. Oh my gosh you’re a baby.

Haha cute. “It’s alright Child of Man, I’d like to know about the human culture, so I think starting off from infantry traditions would be quite helpful.” He said, finally let go of your pinky, but he liked holding it, very warm and small, he wondered what your whole hand would feel like.

”Okay so whenever we make a promise, we intertwine our pinky fingers together and say “pinky promise” to make the promise more meaningful and as a way to assure that it won’t be broken, that’s it honestly.” You informed, you enjoyed explaining it though, you felt smart for once and you were happy he was interested.

You soon felt a warm around your pinky again, but it wasn’t a whole hand this time, just a pinky, intertwining.

“I Pinky promise Child of Man I shall take you to Briar Valley one day.” He said we fondness, he liked this tradition, he felt more connected to you, more like a kid, blending into a personality he didn’t know he had.

“Okay!” You smiled, holding his entire hand, both your cheeks dusted rose. Diasomnia better get ready for pinkies in their face all the time because you’ve sparkled a habit in him now.

Lilia Vanrouge

Here you guys were, going through boxes among boxes, gosh did it never end? Lilia had been trying to find a “secret” item from his past for some reason, but he had hid it away in the boxes of his closet that he brought to NRC. You were there too because of course you were, but also because you were trying to coax the secret out of him

“Liliaa tell me geez, it’s just the past, it can’t be that bad” you groan as you help take out each hefty box, not being allowed to open them to your dismay

“Oh you don’t even know an inch of my past…” he chuckled, annoying, but at least he was going through pain too while trying to find this object, his room a mess, looking like an Amazon warehouse, oh they don’t have these here do they?

“Ughhh” you hiss, grabbing his shoulder, shaking him, “Listen, I pinky promise I won’t tell anyone or get mad, I just don’t like you treating me like a kid and I want to know what your hiding or I’ll assume something realllyyyyy bad!” You stuck out your pinky, hoping for it to latch with his.

“Sigh alright alright… so- what are you doing?” His face was colored with an expression of bewilderment once looking at your pinky. “Wow I didn’t know you hated me so much…” he sighs dramatically, suddenly crossing a hand over his heart and slumping over.

“What? Huh?” You call out, your response getting made with fake cries, “it’s a pinky promise! You never heard of it? Also how is that offensive??” You NEED to know, you actually feel kinda bad.

His false misery ends with him laughing up a storm and you look at him, not impressed. “Okay, okay sorry,” he patted your cheeks while he chuckled one last time, “back in my day, Fae used this sign with their pinkies to call someone a…is alt dumb idiotic fool and a bastard, very offensive, some died from using it to the wrong people!” He explained ominously, looking mischievous.

Well you looked horrified. “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry!! Don’t kill me or anything!! We use pinky promise to make a really secure promise…honestly it’s a really childish thing to do u had no idea it could ever mean THAT.” You apologized rapidly, he giggled. His pinky latching on yours.

“Oh don’t be an overthinker, if was an honest mistake, besides, Fae need to be inclusive to other cultures! Just wouldn’t recommend doing that in Briar Valley…” he trialed off as he shook your pinky with his, enjoying your silliness and tradition, it was nice for soothing for hurtful and bad to be transformed into something positive, and it’s always you who does it huh? Blessing.

“Yes yes of course…but tell me!” You insist, he gives up.

“Okay… I’m looking for A record of one of my most cherished songs…” he admits defeated.“Um. Is it illegal or something? I don’t get why you’re acting like you’ll get a felony if anyone knows about it…” you admit, underwhelmed., pinkies still interlocked.

“Because it’s a cult Classic and I will not let anyone take this master peice of a song away from me! Oh! Here it is, it was sealed off by magic. I’ll give you a listen since I trust you so very much, you should be glad.”

You give him the pinky again, but not for a promise.

“Hey!”

Lets just say, there will be many misunderstandings from now on, but he loves you, it’s okay.

Silver Vanrouge

When your in Twisted Wonderland, you can’t help being curious about everything, today curiosity? Flowers.

So you set off to a small trip to Botanical Garden with your very limited free time, no plan, no directions, just a dream and hope to find something out.

As you steps through all the lush, you suddenly find a flower, oh wait no, it’s just Silver, sleeping peacefully like he belonged in the grass, usually you wouldn’t wake him up, but it was late sooo. “Mm Silver?” You poke his cheek while crouching to his level

“Hm…? Hm! Oh Y/N it’s you, my apologies you’ve found me in this state…” his cheeks tinted as he got caught lacking by you, but was it because of that or something else?

“Your fine, i don’t mind! Just concerned since its getting late, so why are you in here?” You assure, he fixes his posture and looks at you with intent, cheeks pink still.

“Ah, as you know I’ve been trying to find a remedy for my sleeping issues. Recently father had found a book from his ancient archive on strong herbs and flowers that are very effective for potions, so I came here to see if I could locate the items to help my cause, no luck.” He explained slowly, wanting you to understand fully and sound more proper. Whenever he talked to you, he couldn’t help but wanting to talk a bit faster, he needs to stop that.

Flowers? “Oh flowers? I’ve been interested in that topic the whole day and I really wanted to learn more about it! I’m so happy someone’s on the same page as me, that’s so cool!” He loved the way you glimmered when you expressed strong emotions.

He smiled fondly, “I could ask father for you to borrow the book for a bit, if course you’d have to take exceptional care if it and agree to his terms and conditions, but it’s possible.” He stated softly, patting the patch of grass next to him for you to sit closer, you did with joy.

“Really? Thank you, you’re amazing! I will! Pinky promise?” You pointed you finger to him, so now his softness was replaced with something you didn’t see often, a confused Silver.

“Oh uhm…sorry I don’t know if my father has any books about pinky promises, I’ve never heard of that before…” he stared at your finger not knowing what to do, you put your hand down and giggled.

“Oh I didn’t know they didn’t have those here… kinda depressing…sorry! Basically it’s a tradition from my world where when we want to make a strong promise, we use our pinky and interlock them to make it final!” You explained calmly, his calmness rubbing off on you. Silly Billy you are.

“Oh alright, That makes sense, thank you, yes here.” He raises his hand sticks out his pinky, “go ahead, my lady.” Hello mutters serenely as he died from being flustered.

You interlocked pinkies, the touch so small, yet making his whole body pink, and then you felt his body weight on you, silly fell asleep mid promise.

You sit there quietly, enjoying the weight and silence, his silver hair rubbing against your shoulder, pinkies remaining locked.

Since that day you’ve been receiving flowers from little critters more frequently than ever, each carrying a note talking about the flowers significance. And also since that day, he always uses pinky promises because he adores holding that part of you in him. Oh he loves your glimmer.

Sebek Zigvolt

“Okay im going to make a deal with you so good you can’t deny!” You declare loudly to Sebek to match his energy. Set the scene, Sebek and you. sitting in his dorm, thighs slightly touching yes this is important because it’s making you both red! Both of you are doing a collage-poster- board study of some of the best magic wielders in Twisted wonderland, we all know who Sebek chose, but sadly for him, he didn’t know how to use a printer. “Such thing is not possible human since my self control is at its highest and is strengthening everyday!” He responds offendedly to your previous comment, looking at you, because he is mad of course and not because of that pretty face trust.

“I’ll get you VERY high quality and amazing pictures of Malleus…and a secret about him as well…” whisper ominously “If you stop screaming in my ear and treat me like the Queen I am for the time being!” How mischievous.

He is in between unimpressed and impressed. “I can’t know just things about my liege…he should tell me himself…” he curled up into a ball and kid his face, murmuring to himself like the demons in his head ate taking over. (It’s just him himself)

You pat his shoulder to calm him a little, “your not going to get castrated breathe…” you whisper calmly, “what?! No! Ugh, alright! I agree!” He admits. Face red, making sure you don’t see it, but fortunately for your amusement, his ears give it away.

Great! Now you just gotta seal it with a pinky promise! C’mon!” You poke his face with your pinky, waiting for his with a goofy smile. “Stop…” he mumbled, picking his head up. “What is the meaning of this.” He raises an eyebrow at you. “Pinky Promise! I pinky promise I’ll tell you an epic Malleus secret if you behave!” You proudly restate, his mind is shambles at trying to figure this out.

“Is this one of your silly human traditions?” He stares at you with his arms crossed, not looking forward to this.

“Oh my gosh! You don’t know what a pinky promise is? Okay okay so!” You yap about all the meaning and significance of pinky promises with joy radiating from you,. And surprisely, there are no interruptions and only head nods and “hms.” Your joy soothes his hatred for humans, he can’t help go a little soft when he sees you explain something so happily, it reminds him of himself when he discusses Malleus, who is he to interrupt?

“I see I see…I’m not sure if I am willing of doing such silly human traditions but…” Holy mother of Malleus Draconia he can’t help not deny you, his pinky latches to your, squeezing it tight, face facing downwards again due to his face being even brighter, his ears are still a loss cause as they’re tinted red, you don’t ever plan on telling him. You just laugh, you could say he loved tomfoolery.

“Now before you share everything with me, I shall get you some water.” He states clearly in a gentle and quiet manner, when he pinky promises he means it.

Little do you know, everyone shall hear about the tradition of pinky promises now because your he feels the need to share your joy.

#malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia vanrouge #silver vanrouge x reader #silver vanrouge #silver x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #sebek zigvolt #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #silly #twst x reader #fanfic #malleus #Fluff

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hiiikiko · 8 months ago

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𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕖 𝕨. 𝕩 𝕘𝕠𝕥𝕙!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

tlou masterlist

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ellie williams x goth!reader headcanons

[a/n] : thought this would be cute :0

tw: uhhhhh frat boys??

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♱ ellie was a little nervous to approach you at first, not because you looked ‘scary,’ but because you were just so cool

♱ one day you’re wearing a cure tshirt, ellie is so excited when she sees this because 1) it’s a band she knows and 2) this is an opportunity to talk to you!

♱ she stutters a lot but tries her best to play it cool, even though her hands are shaky and she messes up a couple words

♱ ellie’s internally kicking herself for being such a goof but then you laugh and she swears it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever heard

♱ from that day on, ellie sits by you everyday and tries her absolute best to make you laugh

♱ eventually she learns more about your style and the goth subculture as a whole, even going the extra mile to listen to a few of your favourite bands (and learn how to play their songs on her guitar)

♱ one day you make her a playlist of your favourite bands and she practically swoons at the gesture

♱ when you and ellie start dating, she constantly makes jokes about “my goth gf”

♱ she loves loves loves showing you off and she’s your personal photographer

♱ she comments under all of your posts

♱ when she notices people looking at you funny or pointing, she’ll defend your honour by throwing a few snarky comments their way or confronting them head on

♱ she loves when you offer to do her makeup because she feels like some hero from one of her comics

♱ when you do her eyeliner, you sit on her lap because it’s the best way to keep her from moving, ellie will rest her hands on your hips, her thumbs making little circles, as she talks about what she read earlier

♱ whenever you do your makeup, she’ll sit next to you and watch or talk about whatever video game, comic book, or show she recently got into, she’ll even help you with your hair or putting on corsets

♱ speaking of corsets, she absolutely ADORES you in them, almost going feral when she sees you in one (she also loves lacing them up because it’s just an excuse to have her hands on you)

♱ getting ready for dates takes a little bit longer because you want to look nice for your girlfriend even if she’s going to be wearing her favourite pair of blue jeans and canvas sneakers (i love the overdressed , underdressed dynamic sm lol) so you can take a few hours to be ready but ellie doesn’t mind at all because she knows how much you love your aesthetic and she’s okay with waiting! who cares if you miss your reservation? it’ll be worth it

♱ ellie hates when those frat guys who’s whole personality is “i want a goth gf” (even though she reposts the same memes) approach you, she gets all defensive and extra touchy, putting her hands around your waist, narrowing her eyes at them, and laying kisses on your neck

♱ ellie is always buying you things that she thinks would fit your whole goth aesthetic, little black cat or bat plushies, bringing over vinyl from goth bands you like, or just buying you a million packs of eyeliner

♱ when you first take ellie to a goth nightclub, she’s nervous and clinging to you the whole night but once you get a few drinks in her, she’ll be all over you and trying to get you back on the dance floor

♱ but the thing you love most about ellie is that she doesn’t fetishize you for your aesthetic, she treats you the same way even if you’re wearing sweatpants and one of her tshirts

♱ (bonus: she also loves when you wear platforms and are taller than her, she secretly wants to be dommed by you but would never admit it)

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giselleloversclub · 9 months ago

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NCT SMAU REC

MARK LEE :

Cryptic crush @jji-lee

Fuckboy mark x fem reader

are you looking for something deeper than just superficial romance? of course you are! sm university presents : cryptic crush the only on campus app that is 100% anonymous. sign up now and we'll randomly pair you with someone ready to chat! who knows? they might be the one...

I WANNA FUCK MARK LEE @luvyeni

Idol mark x YouTuber reader

in which a clip of you goes viral in ncity twt and it gains the attention of mark lee ( the center of the tweet ) — and all he can think is 'why saying chenles' cute friend saying she wants to fuck him?'

Personal fav

WHEN YOU SMILE @svnnw

Mark x fem reader

Fake dating au

after barely passing your recent exam you're now desperately looking for someone to tutor you so your friends wouldn't worry about you and your grades.

or in which you find yourself making a deal with mark lee, a top students who seeks for your help. mutual benefit right?

DOWN BAD @hyuckswoman

musicmajor!mark x fem!reader

in which a random business major finds herself joining a random music class not knowing the guy she had been fawning over attended it aswell.

Maybe after all her efforts he’ll finally notice her? After all this was the IT guy mark lee, what else could she have done but fall in love with him?

I GOT MY ION YOU @chenlesfavorite

Tutor mark x fem reader

you’ve failed yet another chemistry exam, high chances are you’re gonna have to retake the entire class next year and miss out on almost all school breaks due to studying and fixing your bad grades, and that is until your trusty friend suggests a tutor to you.

LOST IN TRANSLATION @spiderm444rk

business major! mark x fem journalism major! reader

you, as the promising journalism student of NCUT, were more than willing to join the school magazine when you got offered. to your disappointment, the only section they let you have is the anonymous confessions one - which is mostly really, really boring. i mean, who even posts any cool confessions nowadays ? especially in a damn college magazine? they only offered you the job no one else wanted.

on the other hand, mark, a business student, was never more annoyed with the choice of his major. sure, business is cool and hopefully it'll earn him money, but it's not something he could really get into. he always wanted to do music. but after long considering, he chose business instead, to make sure he gets a real job in the future. and he doubts that choice was correct more and more every day.

once the school band announces they're looking for a new guitarist, he's absolutely ready to apply until he reads the music students only part. pissed off, he starts typing a message to the ge, but it ends up going to a different number - and you finally get to help some poor random stranger who confessed with something interesting.

DREAM BOYFRIEND INCOMING @wonbin-truther

College student mark x fem reader

it wasnt your fault mark was the first profile to appear on your instagram! and it was most definitely not your fault when you told your annoying older cousins that mark lee, the captain of your unis soccer team, was your boyfriend and somehow got him invited to the next family reunion ...

DEAL OR NO DEAL ? @yutarot

Basketball player mark x Drummer reader

when you and your best friend mark realise the severity of your shared single-dom, you make a bet with each other that the first person to get in a relationship wins. what happens when the bet gets pushed a little too far? and who will be there to stop it?

OLD BLOODHOUNDS @mvrkieboo

College student mark x college student reader

You and Mark go all the way back to your childhood years, getting to know each other through your older brother. When you were both just 15 years old, you made a choice that broke your brother's heart, and you were dead to Mark Lee ever since. You never got to reconcile with him as you moved away.

Now, you meet again in your college years, and Mark is noticing there's some weird things about you. First of all, are you a sugar baby?

FRONT ROW @beomqu

Guitarist mark x college student reader

it is a habit of y/n to attend ENCT's festival every year and this year isn't any different. while enjoying the festival and waiting for her friend's favourite artist to perform they stand in front row of a band they have never seen before.

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HUANG RENJUN

MUSE TO MUSE @404tytrack

Art student Renjun x fem reader

in which the art and photography departments pair up students for a collaborative project, & the art to your photography is renjun. the prompt: earth's beauty. with differing opinions on how to do the project, will you & renjun be able to work together & get a good grade?

MESSENGER @dojunie

College student Renjun x fem reader

Stranger to lover au

YOU FIND A PHONE NUMBER WRITTEN ON THE MIRROR OF THE SULIM LIBRARY'S SECOND FLOOR BATHROOM. It's scrawled messily across the glass in erasable expo marker, the handwriting underneath almost closer to hieroglyphics than lettering— and what you thought it read, was 'SEND DUCK PICS FOR A GOOD TIME.'

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LEE JENO

HOT TO GO @sungiejpg

Idol jeno x aespa stylist fem reader

being aespa’s stylist is an easy and a lovely job, that’s what yn thought until she met Jeno by mistake. She now finds him scary

TWIN FLAME @justalildumpling

College student Jeno x fem reader

Stranger to lover au

chenle was convinced that his two introverted friends were destined for each other so what does he do? bribe them to text each other of course ⎯ or alternatively, when jeno started to fall for an anonymous mutual friend of chenle's

Personal fav

FIDING CINDERELLA @justalildumpling

Jeno x fem reader

it wasn’t often jeno showed emotions of love and affection, let alone kissing a stranger at a party that he doesn’t even remember?! determined to find his nameless cinderella, he began searching the campus far and wide but as hidden secrets started surfacing, he started to wonder whether the midnight spark was meant to be pursued after all.

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LEE HAECHAN

AT MIDNIGHT @svnnw

Non idol Haechan x fem reader

after y/n's boyfriend broke up with her, all her friends tried to distract her by sneaking into a college party not knowing she was going to find new friendships and possibly a new relationship.

Personal fav

SHE’S THE MAN @yutarot

Gamer Haechan x gamer fem reader

after you discover your love for gaming, you soon find out that your college won’t let you in any of their e-sports teams due to your gender. but what happens when your twin brother leaves town just before he’s about to start at a new college, where not even NCU’s e-sports captain, lee haechan knows anything about him? there’s only one problem, your brother’s crazy ex is trying to hunt you down. will they all find out your true identity? and will their views on you change if they discover who you really are?

BLOOMING HEARTS @jji-lee

Flower shop owner Haechan x fem reader

Enemies to lover au

a new flower shop has opened up in front of your dorm housing and has been creating problem after problem for you. now you and shop owner, lee haechan have an ongoing feud that neither of you are willing to put to rest. as the weather cools and the flowers wither away maybe something else will begin to bloom between you two…

or alternatively, your battle against a ridiculously attractive flower shop owner (spoiler you lose)

ONE NIGHT ONLY @mrkified

College student Haechan x fem reader

three years since your falling out with lee donghyuck he has suddenly transfered to your college in hopes to make it big with his friends in his band. unfortunately for you, your unresolved friendship started causing problems between you and the people around you, especially since your best friend is his ex. so — why have you found yourself in his room with a raging hangover?

DIVINE TIMING @v1si0n

College student Haechan x fem reader

you confessed to your longtime crush, donghyuck, back in high school because you figured you guys would never see each other again. you begin to question your faith in the universe when you run into him on a rainy tuesday night, and you start seeing him every day after.

BAD IDEA RIGHT? @i-kai

Idol Haechan x idol fem reader

dating lee donghyuck was every hopeless romantic’s dream. his late night serenades, affectionate touches, secret song dedications, and endless love letters were just some of the things that you — the hopeless romantic that got to live said dream — were on the receiving end of. everything seemed perfect, right?

until you received the worst message ever in your life two weeks before you made your debut. the four words, “we need to talk” made your heart drop from what felt like a skyscraper filled with all the sanity you had left.

after that, you’d never give your ex a chance ever.. again.. right..?

DEAR MR. CUPID @justalildumpling

Childhood bsf hyuck x childhood bsf fem reader

it’s no lie that haechan only started his college matchmaking business due to his nosy personality. it’s also no lie that he was a little jealous of everyone he had helped out as he had no love life of his own. well, that was until his childhood friend moved back and mysterious love notes started appearing in his matchmaking inbox… addressed to HIM?!

ALWAYS FOREVER @jaeyunluvbot

Streamer hyuck x streamer fem reader

y/n and haechan are both well-known streamers with overlapping fandoms, what happens when they're paired up for a fortnite tournament?

THE DREAM STORE @jammingjaem

Idol Haechan x producer fem reader

rising up in the music industry as a young songwriter and producer, you wouldn’t think that you’d get hired by sm entertainment and write a song for your favorite group. although there was one downfall: you don’t think making music makes you happy anymore. but the endearing and charismatic lee haechan has swept you off of your feet. and here you’re asking yourself— what are you waiting for in life?

GG (GOOD GAME) @sunflowerhae

Fanboy Haechan x YouTuber/streamer fem reader

Famous YouTuber and Streamer y/n just moved in next door to scholastic loser haechan! No sweat for him! No big deal! Not like he has her picture above his computer! Not like he owns her merch that he stayed up all night to get! Not like he cried when she started playing his favorite video game! Not like he’s completely and utterly obsessed with her and all his friends know it!

FEIN @anglswon

Ex bf Haechan x fem reader

In which you finally find a new plug to feed your addiction but he’s annoyingly attractive.. and your ex.

WHO ARE U ? @sungiejpg

College student Haechan x fem reader

when renjun asked her to create a fake twitter acc to take revenge on haechan she did not expect to fall in love

I LOVE YOU I’M SORRY @hhie

Idol Haechan x dancer reader

2 years ago , you and your best friend fell in love with one another. Only for him to leave you and cut you off with no explanation. What if , 2 years later, you decided to take a big step into your career, thinking that it is the best decision you’ve made in your life.

Unaware of what’s going to happen … you should be fine right?

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NA JAEMIN

DON’T BLAME THE LOVECATS @yojeongin

Neighbor Jaemin x neighbor reader

jaemin and yn have never had a good relationship due to their troublesome cats but it only gets worse when both felines cause chaos and wreck property forcing these enemies to spend day and night together to avoid eviction and charges for the troubles, not expecting this experience to lead them towards unexpected information and interesting feelings.

WHY ME ? @sungiejpg

Enemies to lover au

he is known as the nicest guy on the faculty who gets along with everyone, well…maybe not everyone

Personal fav

LOVE ON THE COURT @polarisjisung

Basketball player Jaemin x basketball player reader

Enemies to lover au

every college student has their struggles, but raising her younger brother has Y/N top of the list, struggling her way through college whilst balancing her academics and basketball captaincy is difficult no doubt and with Jaemin, her ex best friend and captain of the guys basketball team, and his growing one sided hatred towards her, it doesn't seem to be getting any easier

SURF’S UP @mrkified

Coworker Jaemin x fem reader

Jaemin’s crush on you wasn’t a secret — everyone seemed to know except you, who always thought of him as your nice coworker from the morning shift. As summer was about to start again, Jaemin was ready to change his relationship with you. But how could he, when you had a crush on another coworker — Sungho. Everything seemed to change when you offered Jaemin swimming lessons, giving him a chance to get closer to you.

THAT’S THAT ME ESPRESSO @sourrpatched

Coworker Jaemin x fem reader

Overworked at her understaffed job Y/N finds it hard to enjoy this summer vacation even with the school semester having ended. It doesn’t help that it seems nobody is interested in working at a little coffee shop even if it’s just for the summer. That is until fate brings Jaemin into the picture who happens to be desperate for a job and love. Let’s just hope this time around he can actually keep it.

or, the one where jaemin needs a damn job and Y/N needs a damn break.

SEX FASHION GUITAR @luvyeni

rockstar jaemin x stylist reader

l/n y/n fashion major and photographer on the side who says what she wants, na jaemin music major and lead guitar player for underground band DREAM. After yn forgets her to change her account and says something that catches the eye of jaemin she tries to ignore him — expect thanks to chenle she now works for them.

YOU CAN'T HAVE ME... UNLESS? @justalildumpling

College student Jaemin x fem reader

after getting ghosted by your crush in high school, you swore off dating at university, earning yourself the title of ‘the unattainable’. after 3 years you were convinced that there would be no way the two of you would ever cross paths ever again. well, that was until he announced that he was your boyfriend at a party.

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ZHONG CHENLE

NIGHT RIDER @chenlesfavorite

motorcyclist chenle x fem reader

working night shifts 24/7 at the convenience store while also supporting your boyfriend’s obsession with watching motorcyclists race is not easy, but little did you know that one of the bikers that he loves soon gets involved with you.

FOLLOW ME NOT @lowkeychenle

idol chenle x fem reader

After Chenle "accidentally" hits the follow button on Twitter, you try to get him to unfollow you by any means necessary, even if he's keen on staying right where he's at.

ICED LOVE LETTER @jammingjaem

college student chenle x ice skater fem reader

at ncit, figure skater y/n receives daily letters signed ‘zcl’ from a secret admirer. as she gears up for a crucial showcase, the mystery of ‘zcl’ fuels her determination throughout the semester, leading to an unfolding journey of curiosity and motivation.

WE YOUNG @a3r3n

childhood friend chenle x fem reader

A sudden change happens in y/n's life when her father kicks her and her mother out after their divorce, and they're forced to leave China to go back to South Korea. Luckily her mother's best friend lives there with her son Chenle, one of y/n's childhood friends, and they're willing to host them until they find a better place to stay. But now that y/n and Chenle have both grown up, will their friendship be the same as when they were children?

SERÁ UNA NOCHE INOLVIDABLE @galacticseonghwa

biker chenle x fem reader

your friends were all you needed, they were your brothers from another mother they loved to say. but that all went to shit after ricky dragged you to one of his motorbike sprints.

who are you to say no when ricky's opponent claws his way into your inner circle and present himself as your dream man?

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PARK JISUNG

LIE WITH YOU @strrykais

art student jisung x astrology student fem reader

you were nervous, and that was an understatement. you actually couldn't believe that you were able to transfer into your dream school, leaving behind your family, your home, and your loving boyfriend. when you meet your upstairs neighbors, things start to change for the better - or worse. you tried everything to keep your distance from the boy that showed her the stars in the sky have nothing to the ones in his eyes. he knows it won't last, and you know it too. personal fav

SCORE THAT GOAL @lqfiles

football player jisung x fem reader

after your college had announced that all the students were required to join a club and attend it twice a week, you were planning on either a) dropping out, or b) join the art club and pretend to be sick most of the times. that was before you discovered that park jisung is a long time member of the football team. change in plans: you LOVE football.

or in which you mindlessly join the football club in hopes of catching your crush’s attention (and to maybe secretly check him out too) who cares if you can’t even kick a ball up in the air?

GAME ON ! @hyuckswoman

astronomy major jisung x astronomy major fem reader

a story in which y/n finds herself meeting her roblox bestie in real life. turns out he’s not exactly everything she hoped for… who would’ve thought her nemesis park jisung would be user plumblossomer

DRUM ME STUPID ! @jirsungs

drummer jisung x fem reader

a story about a college student enjoying her life in school perfectly fine, until one of her friends drags the group along to watch their school's band perform. little did she know that day would be marked as the day her whole world turned upside down because of a particular, nonchalant, and difficult drummer boy. a drummer boy who spilled his entire drink on her brand new outfit at a party and never came back.

LINGER @beomgewz

college student jisung x fem reader

despite all of your efforts, you still cannot get over your 5 year crush on the shy boy from high school. to top everything off, he has a long term girlfriend of 3 years!

THE BOTLER @lowkeychenle

Your friends call you "the bolter," because every time someone gets close, you run in the opposite direction.

When you meet Jisung, things are working behind the scenes--things you can't see and don't acknowledge.

Can you overcome your metaphorical running in time for Jisung to secure your heart?

RAINBOW @a3r3n

park jisung x fem reader

Y/N has just moved to Seoul from her home country and finds herself now alone with her parents, but no friends. Fortunately, her neighbor Chenle is a guy her age, nice and fun to be with, and they eventually become friends, even attending the same International Class for Transfer Students at Nct High. But what will happen when y/n meets Chenle's friends, and one of them catches her eye? And what if things don't go as planned?

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