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Pressed Against The Glass / Making New Friends

Part 41 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

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⚠️ Spoilers for Multiverse of Madness ⚠️

🚨 SMUT WARNING 🚨

May 4th, 2022

Liz POV

"I still don't know why I need to be blindfolded for this," I say, only to earn a huff from my ever-loving girlfriend.

"Because Liz, for the last time, it's a surprise!" Even though I can't see her, I know she's smiling, which makes me smile. "You said that last time." I chuckle, making her huff again. "I told you we could've stayed with Ash and Louis or rented a hotel room near the premiere tomorrow!"

Y/N softly squeezes my hand. "And I told you that I didn't want to do that because I took care of the accommodations! Plus, since you sold your place here. In New York, and I don't have one anymore, I'd be nice if you just let me splurge on you occasionally, Liz." She lifts my hand and places a kiss on my ring finger.

And don't freak out! There's no ring on it.

"I know," I respond with a calm voice. "I appreciate this." I squeeze her hand again. "But..." I start. "Yes?" Y/N asks. "Tell me again why I need to be blindfolded." Before Y/N can answer or ignore me, the black SUV comes to a stop. "Oh, thank God." I hear Y/N mummer under her breath. "Hey!" I respond.

"Don't lift that blindfold yet, Olsen!" I can feel Y/N pointing at me with a stern look before I hear her unbuckle her seat belt. I imagine her face trying to look as serious as possible, making me giggle. I give a fake salute and wait for Y/N to retrieve me once I hear her door close. Followed by the trunk and her thanking the driver.

"Okay!" Y/N says as she opens my door. "Unbuckle yourself and then gently lift the blindfold off. I don't want your eyes to get strained immediately." I do as she says and reach for her hand before I open my eyes. "You can look." She says once my two feet land on the ground.

I yank the blindfold off my head and surprisingly don't get blinded by the sun, thanks to Y/N holding her hands out above me. But I'm too focused on the size and elegance of the hotel to even make note of where we are staying. Regardless, it's too much. "Y/N!" I instantly turn around to scold her, but she's correctly assumed how I would react because she's already several feet ahead of me, waiting by the doorman with a smile. "Come on, Liz!" She says in a singsong manner.

I open my mouth to argue, but multiple bellhops pass by me with our luggage.

I've lost this battle.

Y/N notices, and her smile grows wider. "You know you love me!" She whispers to me once we walk inside the hotel hand in hand. "You're lucky I do," I whisper back, earning a chuckle from my girlfriend.

We get checked in, and Y/N doesn't let me look at the total cost of everything. I'm like 99% sure she and the woman behind the counter were speaking in code. But after giving a courtesy picture, Y/N and I have made it to our gigantic suite. Bags and suitcases lay open on our bed. Drawers open and hangers ready.

"You really didn't have to do this." I reaffirm to my loving partner. She looks up from her shirts and smiles. "I know." She says back before closing one of her bags and moving it to rest on the floor across the room. "Remind me why we packed so much for three to four days max?" She asks as she returns to open my next suitcase.

"Because you and I are a hectic couple." I send an air kiss Y/N's way, and thankfully, she looks up just in time to catch it. "Damn me and my contractual obligations," Y/N whispers, making me laugh. "Besides." I start as I move the lot of our dresses and designer brand wardrobe that shouldn't be creased. "You're gonna look so hot at the premiere tomorrow night." I wrap my arms around her and do my best to place my chin on her shoulder.

Why is she still wearing her shoes?

"And you are going to be the biggest star. Come Friday night, everyone will know the track list to your album, and Saturday radio shows don't just happen!" I hid my teasing smile as I kissed her clothed shoulder. "Oh, they don't?" She smirks at me as she turns to cup my chin. "You're a dream." She whispers just before her lips touch mine. "Only for you," I whisper back.

"And let's not forget the lunches with the twins and Scarlett. Oh, and SNL!" I add on.

Y/N holds me close as she kisses the top of my head. "No, you have SNL! I'm just there to support your one scene with Benedict!" I roll my eyes. "And I could never forget about Scarlett," Y/N says, burning my ears. "And the twins!" I make sure to emphasize, yet all I get back is. "Hmm mmh Scarlett..."

"Okay," I reply as I remove Y/N's hands from me to return to my suitcase. "Babe-" "Nope." I cut her off. "You did this to yourself."

Just for the record, I'm not actually mad.

But does finding out your girlfriend has a Natasha Romanoff Lock Screen and this would be your camera roll if you dated Natasha Romanoff picture on her Home Screen kind of rub you the wrong way?

Maybe. Who's to say?

Y/N POV

I send a smile Liz's way and only earn a flat smile and a raise of the eyebrows.

Yep, she's still upset about the Lock Screen. A more intelligent version of me definitely would've changed it by now.

Liz POV

"Tell you what," Y/N speaks up after a long three minutes of silence. I look up at her and already feel myself warming back up when I see her puppy dog eyes and kissable face. "Why don't I take these." She holds up our toiletries bag. "Into our gorgeous, spacious marbly bathroom. Drop some calming oils and a bath bomb if you're feeling it into a hot waiting bubble bath. Would that make even..." Y/N moves around the bed and starts walking towards me. "The tiniest amount of difference..." She sits on the bed in front of me and pouts. "To make you love me again!"

I keep a glare on her, but the longer I look, the easier it becomes to crack.

And I do.

My jaw unclenches as I laugh with a huge smile on my face. "And I thought I was the award-winning actress!" I smirk as I see the glow on Y/N's face. "Oh, Olsen!" She laughs as her lips steal a kiss from mine. "You have no idea." She throws her arms around as she speaks and exaggerates. "I'd run the gauntlet. Emmys. Oscars. Tony's! You name it!"

"Would you now!?" I faux excitement as I close my last suitcase and place it into the corner of the room. Away from us. "Duh." She replies like a kid. I playfully roll my eyes as I pick up my last bag. My night bag. I begin to unzip it before Y/N stops me. "So, is that a yes?" She asks with her fingers on my left hand. I nod before leaning in. "Just kiss me." She does and tries her best to keep a moan inside, but I hear it slip out.

When our lips separate, she blushes and quickly sneaks to the bathroom. "Don't unpack. I'll do the rest while you relax."

I agree to her words, and as I wait, I find myself drawn to the ginormous window taking up the length of the entire room.

With the curtains drawn back from here, you can see the world move.

I place my hand on the warm glass from the late afternoon sun and do my best to look down but back away, scared. I swallow and take a breath as I make myself look up at the sky. The orange and pink colors rolling over themselves to change. The beauty and simplicity of it all.

I lose track of how long I've been looking out, only to jump and scream when a hand lands on my shoulder. Earning a scream back. "Hey!" My girlfriend turns me around to face her. "It's just me! It's just me. I didn't mean to scare you! I'm sorry!" She pulls me into a quick hug and kisses my forehead as I regulate my breathing. "It's okay," I respond. "I just didn't hear you."

Y/N pulls away from the hug and moves her hands down to my hips. "You okay?" She starts squeezing my side. The movement of her rolling thumbs makes me weak. "I am." I turn my head to the side and look out to the sky. "It's just very pretty tonight."

"I think it's beautiful every night." I laugh and turn my head back to face Y/N, who, of course, never looked out the window. "Cheesy," I say before kissing her. "Is it ready?" Y/N nods and begins to lead me to the bathroom before I speed past them. "Can I not take you there? Make sure the water is perfect?" I shake my head. "No, I think I can do that all on my own."

Y/N bites her lip. "Are you sure?" I turn on the innocence and scrunch my nose. "I think I can manage... why did you maybe think you were gonna.. Y/N Y/L/N!! You didn't possibly think you were going to help me get undressed, did you?!" I make a shocked face and practically moan with surprise. "What a bad girl." I bite my bottom lip and lift an eyebrow at Y/N, which only makes her groan and lean down to kiss me, but I back away just in time. "I think some unpacking needs to be done." And just as I'm about to close the door on my girlfriend's shocked face, I smile at her. "Thank you for this baby. Really."

I watch her face change and blush. "You're welcome, my love." She smiles at me and starts to lean in for one last kiss, but I pull back and bite my lips again before saying. "Change your wallpaper."

Y/N POV

With that, the sliding door closes in front of me. I'm left shocked and proud at how Liz just got me.

"I love you too!" I call out to the closed bathroom as I turn around to feel the tips of my ears burning. "The water is perfect! Thank you!" I hear Liz call out, making me smile.

I look out the window and watch as the night rolls into the sky. There is something about a city like this once it's dark. It's like the flip gets switched off, and people can be freer. I bite my lip in thought before turning my body to the task at hand. Unpacking.

I shed my hoodie and be sure to place it into one of Liz's drawers so it smells like her. Thanks to my shower and act of hair washing, my hoodie is starting to smell like me, and we simply can't have that.

I turn back and unzip the last of Liz's bag to find some extra underwear and whatnot before feeling something hard under the surface layer. I stop briefly in fear. Slowly, I move my hand onto the object again. She didn't bag vegetables, did she? Maybe her kitchenwear again?

It's not until I reach the base of the object that I realize what my fingers have been touching. I quickly look up to the bathroom door and then back down. I carefully move everything else out of the way before revealing the stowaway.

My girlfriend's red 6.5" dildo with the strapon attachments sitting at the bottom of the case.

"How did TSA not pull her off to the side?" I whisper to myself as I hold the dildo in my hand. "When did she get you?" I question the fake cock as I looked down and grabbed that harness.

"Now what?" I ask nobody after standing there staring at the toy. And the longer I look, the more the fire grows inside of me to have my girlfriend on all fours for me. "Okay," I whisper and let the toy rest on the bed as I speed-run unpacking the rest of our combined things.

I didn't even bother to unpack the little vibrating toy that I had stowed away that I know Lizzie knows I brought.

Listen, sometimes your girlfriend's job can take up a lot of time, and she knows how hot she looks when she leaves to go promote movies, so a little relief never hurts anyone.

But now, what do I do? Where do I put it? Do I keep it out? Do I put it on? Do I wait for Liz? Do I tell her I found it?

I can feel myself becoming hotter as these questions knock around my head. But why am I so nervous?? I mean, she brought it for a reason.

I nod to myself and think it over before confirming my decision.

I stand up and slowly walk toward the giant mirror in our room. I stop and look myself over.

Then I smile.

I'm proud of how far I've come in the past two years. Proud of my body and the fact that I know how fucking hot I look.

So, with a smirk, I move my hands down from my hips around to the backside of my pants. Looking at myself in the mirror. I turn slightly, bend forward, and begin pulling my grey, comfy joggers off. Biting my bottom lip when I see my black lace underwear appear, knowing how much Liz loves it.

Truth be told, I forgot I put this pair on this morning.

The pair of joggers hits the floor, and I bring my hands up from the bottom of my ass. Holding onto my skin until I reach a high enough point where it slips out of my hands, causing my ass to jiggle as it reforms to a fuckable backside for Liz. I bite my tongue and turn ever so slightly again as I look at myself standing in my underwear and Liz's white Circle of Life t-shirt.

You know, the one she wears everywhere?

I move my hands to the front side. Letting my fingers glide over the bumps in the lace on the hips of my panties before they find the bottom of the shirt. I look down and begin pulling up the shirt. Gripping tightly onto the hem as it rises up my body. My fingernails dragging against my skin. The cool air making contact, sending a wave of goosebumps up my body. My hands make contact with my nipples as they become stiff.

I throw the shirt off my body and take a step out of the joggers at my feet, bending over to look at my face in the mirror.

I look beautiful. I smile and tilt my head before standing up and looking down. I push my hands into my boobs and begin roughly pulling and kneading my skin. Sending jolts of pain and pleasure to my pussy.

I can feel the lace that sits below my slit becoming wetter. I throw my head back quietly, moaning when I bring one of my hands down to touch myself. My middle finger runs over the damp spot before slowly bringing the tip of my finger up and to my clothed clit. I continue to move my finger up and down. The friction from my underwear makes it feel oh so fucking good.

I struggle to quiet another moan as my finger moves in a circular motion. I hold my mouth open and let out a shaky breath. "Fuck." I whisper as I bring my head back down to look at myself.

I can see the shine in my own eyes as my finger doesn't stop. I smirk as I move my one hand from my left nipple to my throat.

"Fuck Liz. I'm such a fucking slut. I'm such a slut for you." I cry out.

If I keep going, I won't stop, but I have to.

I let out another moan that rips through my throat as I stand up on my tippy toes before stumbling forward. Luckily, I grab onto the nearby desk.

As I catch myself and my breath, I look in the mirror and smile at the barely visible sweat on my forehead. My hair thrown into my face a bit.

The red hue on my cheeks.

As I'm now bent over with a hand on the desk, I return my right hand back to my clothed clit before bringing it back up to slip inside my panties. "Oh shit.." I cry out as I let my fingers flow through my hairs and down to my wet, soaked cunt.

My middle and ring finger sliding over my hole before bringing the tips up and inside. "Ahh!" My hand turns into a fist on the desk as my own teasing brings me closer and closer to the end goal. I pull my wet fingers out and back in before I run them up my clit once again before freezing.

The sliding bathroom door hits the end of the frame.

"Y/N?" Liz questions as I have my back to her.

But when I look in the mirror, I see her, and she sees me.

I catch my breath and smile as I don't pull my eyes away from the mirror, Liz. "Yes?"

A shocked Liz is wrapped in a towel. Just staring as she looks up my legs. To my panty-covered ass and then up my back muscles. In the mirror, I see her stop at my shoulder before he green eyes look at me in the mirror. "Is there something that you'd like to say?"

She's teasing me.

She caught me, and we both know it.

I shudder as I pull my fingers past my clit and out of my underwear. "I... I thought you would be longer." I then turn around to face my girlfriend. Who once again scans my body up and down with her eyes. I see the twinkle in them, and she does her best to hide the smirk on her face, but I see it. "I forgot something." Liz takes a step out of the bathroom door frame. "But now I can't remember what I forgot."

How convenient.

She smiles and bats her eyes. "Y/N?" Liz tilts her head as she moves her left hand to hold her towel up.

"Yes?" I ask when Liz's right hand comes down to my hand. The one that I was fucking myself with. "What brought this on?" Liz asks as she takes my hand up and towards her pretty pink lips.

"I want you to be honest."

Liz opens her mouth and rests my middle finger on her flat tongue before wrapping her soft lips around it, sucking it with a teasing smirk and a raised eyebrow. My mouth drops in pleasure. My finger slides deeper into her mouth with a moan as I find it hard for words to leave my own throat.

"I- uh- I f-found your toy." I stumble my way through with a flushed face as Liz pulls my finger out of her mouth, but not without a long lick of her tongue.

"My toy?" She asks with her green eyes staying on me.

I nod. "Your toy," I say, reacting to the cool air hitting my wet finger still in Liz's hand as I gesture with my head to the strapon lying on the bed. Liz turns her head and hides a smile before turning back to me. "You like it?" I nod. "Good girl." She says before allowing her left hand to let go of the white towel.

Liz brings my hand to her right breast and squeezes. "Kiss me." She whispers into the air that separates us, and within a second, my lips crash into hers. I let her tongue meet mine in the middle and moan into her mouth when her hand reaches the center of my legs.

"Keep making those pretty noises for me. I got you." Liz speaks into my lips as I yelp when her hand yanks off my black lace underwear.

"I'll buy you a new pair."

What remains falls to the floor. "Thank you." I nod and kiss Liz again before she cranes her neck. "No marks. I mean it." She sternly warns me as her hands land on my hips, pulling me closer to her. "Now come here." She bites a smile as we end up crashing onto the bed. Our bodies colliding with no intention of ever letting the other go.

The warmth builds, as does the sweat, and I can't find a better place for my hands to be than one in her hair and the other spreading open her legs to feel her wet pussy.

A moan ripples through Liz. The soft mattress and expensive comforter makes my body react as I roughly kiss my girlfriend's body again and again.

Going as far as to even bite her upper chest, earning a groan of pleasure. "Fuck, baby!" Liz yells out.

I smile and rejoice at the sounds coming from Liz's beautiful mouth, focusing on her boobs and doing my best not to mark them.

Meanwhile, my right knee pushes Liz's left thigh away. With a smile, I move my middle and ring finger down and in-between Liz's lips. Gathering up her wetness until I reach the source and softly slip my fingers inside without much struggle. "Oh, my Fu-fuck!" Liz lifts her head before crashing it back down.

"Don't stop, baby." Those three words drip from Liz like honey.

"I won't, sweetheart," I speak into Liz's ear as I bring myself back up her body. Liz nods with her eyes closed as I focus on her neck. Kissing the most intimate of spots as I pick up the pace to finger fuck my girlfriend's pussy. She's taking my fingers so well and coating them like it's our first fuck in months.

But we both know that's not true.

Liz exclaims as she breathes out another moan. Her hand running up my bare back to my hair. She bunches a fist in it as our bodies stick to one another. Every time I pump in and out of her, she moans into my ear.

"Oh god."

She grips my hair and makes my head pull back. It hurts, but it causes me to flinch in pleasure as my wet clit brushes past her knee.

"Y/N! Baby!" Liz moans. "Yeah?" I kiss her again and wait as my fingers feel Liz tighten around me. "I'm clo-close! Keep going, baby!" I nod and lazily plant kisses across the top half of her body as I move my hips in a circular motion on Liz's leg as my fingers keep their pace inside her beautiful pink pussy.

Liz gasps as I feel her tighten around my fingers. She's losing control over her body as her breath becomes more ragged, and her thighs start to move inward to close around my hand. "Y/N... F-fuck."

Her tangling body underneath mine makes me grow wetter for her. Her thighs finally close around my hand, making me smile as she gets pushed over the edge.

She whimpers and does her best to push my arm away, but I keep my fingers curled up inside of her.

"Not yet, sweetheart." I breathe out as I keep riding her leg. "You got to cum now; you can watch me," I say with a teasing smile as I do let my finger slip out from her, but all I do is bring them to her sensitive clit. Liz moans and whimpers, making me feral.

"Keep making those noises, baby."

It's not that much longer I find myself collapsing on top of her. The two of us covered in sweat and each other.

"You always amaze me." Liz turns her head and says to me, after several restful minutes. "I'm pretty sure that's you," I reply as my eyes look from her own green ones and down the marks I left on her body.

Oops.

Liz laughs as she looks at the ceiling. "What?" I ask. "I think we got a little carried away and forgot something."

We both know what she's talking about.

"Did we?" I ask as I rest my head on my hand. "Or did you think this was just a one-round kinda night?"

Liz turns her body more to face me. "Oh baby, I never thought we would stop at one." I bite my lip to hide my smile. "Don't hide now, pretty girl." Liz pulls my lip from my teeth and cups my chin. "You were showing yourself off earlier, so don't hide now. Understand?"

Liz gently guides my chin up and down until I nod along. "Yes, Li- Yes, Mommy." Liz smiles with a sparkle in her eye. "I taught you well, haven't I?"

I nod again. "Come here." She whispers to me as she pulls my chin closer to her lips. "Kiss me." She gently requests.

The kiss is full of passion as we melt into one another.

God, I love her.

Liz removes her hand from my chin and brings it to my arm until I feel her hand move up and under my hair around the back of my neck. She gives a squeeze. "Baby..." I stop kissing her as and wait for her to continue. "Yes?"

With a smirk, she requests for me to get up and off of her. I oblige and sit up on the bed on my knees. Liz leans forward and kisses me before getting up. She gives her butt a little shake in front of me before grabbing the strap and walking towards the bathroom.

"Y/N?" She turns to face me, but my eyes never left her body. "Don't you think the city looks beautiful at night?"

Before I can answer, she slips into the bathroom, locking the door. I turn from the closed door to the giant windows now showcasing the black night sky.

She wants me to get up and look, right?

I make the decision and place my butt on the soft bed before moving to the edge. My clit brushes against the comforter of the bed, causing me to jolt in pleasure.

As my feet touch the cool floor, I feel a wave of wash over my warm body, making me smile.

The closer I get to the window, the more the glass disappears until, eventually, it feels like it is just me in the sky, looking at the glowing lights and distant stars. Until... I hear the bathroom door open.

My body aches as I turn and look at the gorgeous sight before me. "Fuck.."

Liz bites her lip and scrunches her nose at me as her hands fall from her shoulders to her boobs. She gives them a light squeeze as my eyes travel further down her abdomen, landing on the captivating red 6.5" dildo strapon.

"You know..." Liz takes a step towards me, and I hold in a moan as I watch the faux cock jiggle. "If you keep your mouth open like that.. who knows what could happen.." I bring my eyes back up and see Liz's green eyes are significantly darker.

"But maybe you'd like that?" Liz questions as she places her right hand on my hip. Cupping my chin with her left. "I mean, look at you." I try to, but she keeps my head in place. "Already wet again for me."

Liz's eyes pool to the center of my legs. And she's right. I feel it. I want- need her so bad.

"You want Mommy?" I quietly nod. "You can speak up; its okay." She coos as she pats my cheek.

"Yes, Mommy. I do."

Liz smiles and pinches my hip. She loves being in control, especially like this.

"Turn around for me, baby." She moves her hands across my body and up my back as I easily do what she says and turn my body towards the window. "Scoot up a bit. Get closer." Liz rubs her hands up and down before settling on my ass as she helps me. "Place your hands flat on the glass, baby."

It now dawns on me that I'm completely naked, standing in front of the window about to be fucked in before the whole city of New York.

I'm only broken out of my thoughts when Liz's hand makes contact with my ass.

I jump in surprise as the stinging settles and the skin turns red.

"I asked you a question."

"I'm sorry.." I turn my head to the side to try and look back at my girlfriend. "What did you ask me?" Liz moves her hands to my hips and brings her body closer. The tip of the dildo rubbing up against my pink folds. "I asked if you like the view?" I turn my head and look out once again. "I do."

"Good." She says with lust in her eyes as she moves them from the back of my head down my body. "Me too." She moves closer, forcing the tip to bump against my entrance. "Mommy loves you, and you're gonna take her so well, aren't you?"

I nod and do my best to look back at Liz, but I fail when she slides the red cock into me. Ripping a moan from my throat as I her thighs hit my own.

"Fuck you were wetter than I thought." I don't answer as I stand there with a shaky breath.

After a minute, to get used to the size, my hands spread themselves on the glass of the window. "Oh- fuck, Mommy!" The words fall from my mouth that hangs open. Liz reacts by moving in and out at a slow pace.

I squeeze my eyes shut and let the pleasure of Liz fucking me take over.

"So good." I manage to say, causing Liz to hum back as she squeezes my hips. "You feel so good, Y/N." Liz pumps in and out of me faster now as she feels the pleasure herself.

"You're taking me so well, sweetheart!" She joys at the sight of my lips, taking her fully. I moan. "Yes! Liz-!" 

Liz increases her pace as her hands roughly grip my hips. Her trimmed nails leaving crescent moons on my body. The pain feeling good. The markings of my girlfriend look good, too.

I hear her praises and feel her push my body up against the cold glass, creating another wave of pleasure flush throughout my body. My nipples are hard against the glass. "Keep making those noises, pretty girl!" Liz whispers as she leans closer and closer into me. Pushing the cock further in. "You're doing so good!"

I can feel the tightening in my stomach. "I'm gonna- fuck- I'm gonna-"

"Shh shh, not yet baby!" Liz wraps her arm around my chest to pull me closer. "Not yet, baby. I want you to cum with me." I shut my eyes tighter and do my best to hold on slightly longer, but it's a losing battle.

"Please, Mommy! Please!" I whine, forcing Liz to move her arm from around my chest to have her hand on my throat. "Just a bit more!" She breaths near my ear and squeezes my neck.

Another moan leaves my lips as it gets harder to breathe.

But Liz doesn't slow down her assault on my pussy with her cock. She goes faster and faster as her grunts and moans become more animalistic. Her kisses on my neck and back became sloppy. "Ah fuck! I want you to cum for me!" She cries out as my body gets sandwiched between her and the glass.

We both don't waste any more time as our overwhelming orgasms ripple through each of us.

Liz falls onto me as I hold myself up against the glass. Smudges and smears can be seen clearly. "I love you," Liz whispers as her lips touch my ear.

"I love you too," I say after catching my breath.

We gleam and glistle as the sweat rests on our skin. Our bodies ache, and it takes a while before we eventually remove the strapon and hardness from Liz and collapse onto the bed.

We lay naked and uncovered on the white sheets, just holding one another, whispering sweet nothings.

It's not long before I suggest that we should shower together.

But when I pull my eyes away from my markings on the window, I find Liz fast asleep.

_

For the first time in a long time. I wake up before Liz.

I blink my eyes open and do my best to move as the soreness flows through my body. I know it's going to suck later, but for right now, looking at my peaceful sleeping girlfriend is making me melt.

She's ethereal at all times, especially with this glow surrounding her.

I bite my lip and smile as I lean forward and gently plant a kiss on the forehead. My eyes move from her face to her exposed arms, and I make a face of the finest amount of regret when I see the hickies and spots of red leaving her neck.

I turn away and grab the hotel room iPad off the dock to order room service.

This will help later.

As I skim through the hundreds of options for food, I get hit with a memory of the morning after our first night together.

"Time for breakfast!" I go to help Liz, but she intercepts me and softly pushes me onto the bed, stopping me. I laugh at how cute she is being. "Oh no, you don't! I'm making breakfast for you! Waffles or pancakes? There's only one correct choice, Y/N!"

"Okay, Liz." She watches me with glee as I get myself comfortable in what I assume is her bed. I make a thinking face just for Liz, even though I know the answer. "Waffles." I confidently state.

Liz gives a big ole smile. "Correct, you are! I was worried I would have to kick you to the curb!" Liz begins getting off the bed, heading towards the door.

"I don't know, Liz. We had a good time last night, so I don't think you're getting rid of me anytime soon."

I look from the iPad to Liz, and my cheeks are going to start hurting soon if I don't stop smiling.

But I can't help it.

Despite multiple people, including Liz and myself... we're still together. Our love for one another grows more every day. And I know that whatever happens in the future, we'll be ready for it!

I hum and think as I look out the giant windows past the curtains and the smudges. It's the morning of daylight. The golden orange sun is doing its best to peek out from behind the fresh clouds.

I don't know how it exactly happened, but one second, I was finishing up the order for breakfast.

And the next...

I had my back to Liz, and I was on my phone going from one website to another.

Not satisfied with the options in front of me. With a huff, I open my maps app and start typing: ring shops ne-

"Babe?"

I lock my phone and slip it under my pillow before turning over with a smile. A genuine smile as I roll myself closer to Liz. And no matter what she thinks about her morning breath, I kiss her.

I kiss her with the softness and passion that we share. I smile and whisper an I love you before she pulls me in again.

She whispers an I love you back before the next thing I know, she's fallen asleep once again. _

Breakfast and our shower feels like forever ago as I look away from glaring eyes.

Safe to say, Liz's makeup artist was not happy with me. In addition to that, I couldn't bring myself to look Clayton in the eyes once he arrived for Liz's hair. We briefly talked about my music and his career. The party at Kathyrn's house and about how he was in the city for another actress, so this was much to the benefit of Liz.

And I don't know how it happened, but Clay somehow got me roped into going to lunch with him once we get back to LA.

I think I just nodded along to whatever he wanted, as he knew what Liz's sex hair looked like.

Anyways...

Hours later, Liz and I are in the back of a black SUV on the way to the NY Premiere of Multiverse of Madness.

It's my second premiere, so I'm not as nervous as before, but that doesn't stop my mind from wandering as the car rolls to a stop.

"Can you give us a minute?" I hear Liz's voice kindly ask the driver, who steps out and waits outside the vehicle. "What are you doing?" I ask as she takes my hand in hers. "Making sure my girlfriend is alright."

Liz smiles at me. "Is she?"

I nod. "She is. Better now, too." Liz blows a kiss at me, knowing we'd both be crucified if our lipstick got smudged all over each other.

"Anything on your mind?" Liz asks me, and it's nothing pressing or super serious. "I think my nerves are just starting to bubble to the surface."

"Because of the premiere?" I shake my head. "Because of what comes after." Liz nods her head, understanding.

"I have the live stream for the tracklist tomorrow night at the studio. The radio show the next day—podcast in the afternoon. We have dinner with the twins. Then next week is the last cuts for the album." Liz places her hands on my cheeks and rubs her thumb up and down.  "Plus, I still have not heard back from the studio about the title."

"I'm proud of you."

Just like that, the world's weight is being lifted off my shoulders.

And I don't mean to have these two words come out of my mouth, but they do. "You are?"

I ask as I clear my throat.

"How many times do I have to tell you? I am baby." Her eyes shine to me. "You've come so far, and I'll never stop telling you. It's going to be stressful the next few weeks, and then the album is going to come out. And then your life will really change! But never forget how proud I am of you." She looks at me. "And if you need me, tell me."

I didn't know I needed to hear this, but Liz knew I did.

"I will. I love you."

"I love you too. Just let me know when you're ready."

Liz puts her hand in mine as she sits next to me. I take a deep breath, think back to this morning, and smile, knowing that I must finish my Google Maps search.

Liz POV

"Okay," Y/N says as she squeezes my hand back. "Oh, by the way." I stop her as she gets ready to exit the SUV. "I think you look hot." 

Y/N blushes. "Thanks, my girlfriend picked out my suit."

Y/N then leaves me no time to come up with a witty response as she steps out of the car to the roar of fans and media personnel. Cameras start flashing as I reach my hand out to Y/N's.

They love us.

An assistant is right there by our side as Y/N, and I walk hand in hand through the entranceway to the interior of the building.

"Okay. You both know how to do this. Y/N- sorry Hex, you and Lizzie will take photos together before Lizzie; you go to the next stop and get some by yourself for promo before you finish at interviews." Y/N and I nod our heads along. "Hex..." I still can't believe this is a thing. "Marvel wants Lizzie's interviews to be about Wanda and the picture." I tilt my head at this new piece of information. I see Y/N also glance my way out of the corner of her eye. "But feel free to join her. It's not personal. I think it's just cross-synergies the mouse doesn't want." They quietly say.

I see a sigh of relief leave Y/N. "Okay." She laughs.

"The internet loves you too! Have fun!" The assistant scurries off as other stars begin to show up. Rachel McAdams being one of them.

I rapidly turn my head away from her. I know I'll embarrass myself if I speak to her.

"Shall we?" Y/N looks at me with a smile.

"I hear the internet loves us!"

Twitter

@DailyLizzieOlsen Lizzie Olsen has showed up at New York Premiere for the Marvel film Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness. Will share pics soon!

@WandaIsMommy omggggg she's here! Lizzie is here!!

@DarkChokeHold Hex is here with Lizzie as well. Hopefully we get more cute moments of her with the mininmoffs 🥰🥰

@unhappyknob Does anyone else think it's weird that we have to call Y/N Y/N, Hex?? Like what's the next?? Also Lizzie could do better. Go back to Robbie.

@MadMaxMoore @unhappyknob kindly d*e 😌 thank you.

@DarkChokeHold 💀Hex is now standing off to the side watching Lizzie conduct an interview like a puppy.

@theGenevaCuntvention actually crying rn because I'm in the same room as Lizzie again

Y/N POV

I watch Lizzie start conducting an interview in awe of her. God, I'm proud of her. Even after everything she went through while making this movie and after the fact. Our relationship. Robbie and me. Robbie ripping Hattie away from her.

I watch her stand tall and with a smile. She truly has a talent and personality I've never seen in someone else before.

I know the fans and media can see the heart eyes and goofy grin I'm wearing, but I don't care.

As she moves onto another person with a microphone, I look around and see cameras pointed in one direction. 

Might as well join in on the fun, right?

I pull my phone out and hold it up before opening my camera.

Twitter

@DailyLizzieOlsen Lizzie Olsen photographed for Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness.

@WandaIsMommy @DailyLizzieOlsen MOTHER!!!!

@MakeMeBark @DailyLizzieOlsen WOOF WOOF

@DarkChokeHold Hex is now taking pictures of Lizzie with a huge smile!!!

@happywandaplease LIZZIE LOOKS SO GOOD BUT DID ANYONE ELSE JUST SEE HEXS WALLAPAPER??!

@blueberryolsen @happywandaplease YES THEY SHOWED HER ON THE LIVESTREAM WHAT WAS THAT!!???

@kneelingforthewitch @happywandaplease gagging because it looked like a collage of Natasha Romanoff 💀💀 Lizzies own gf is a Natasha stan

@blueberryolsen @kneelingforthewitch @happywandaplease honestly iconic

@olsenmyolsen ummmm I found the wallpaper!!!

@gaysplattynatty @olsenmyolsen NATASHA NATION RISE OMG

@babyspiderromanoff @olsenmyolsen 🥰🥰 my wandanat heart 🥰🥰

@romanoffthereal @olsenmyolsen @yikesjtshex interesting 👀👀👀

Liz POV

After my second solo interview, I finally caught Y/N taking pictures of me. She looks absolutely adorable behind the camera.

Who knows, maybe in another life, music didn't work out, and instead, we fell in love while she was directing a show of mine.

"Those better be deleted!" I say as I make my to Y/N's waiting arms. She does nothing but laugh and claims she has no idea what I'm talking about.

I playfully roll my eyes at her lame joke before looking out to the rows of fans that have been standing here watching. I wave and smile at the faces of the fans, who light up.

Y/N joins me, and the assistant was right. The internet must love us because the noise gets louder, taking Y/N and myself by surprise. Y/N keeps her smile wide as she wraps an arm around my waist. Pulling my body closer to her.

In an effort to keep my thoughts pure, I look at the faces in the front row of fans and stop when I look at a familiar-looking girl.

@theGenevaCuntvention SHE JUST LOOKED AT ME!!!

"Y/N..." I start as we move down to the end of the entrance to the premiere. "Yes?" She turns to look at me as I keep my eyes on the freckle-faced redhead. "The girl in the front..." I point at her. (Yes, I know it isn't polite. 🙄) "...she looks familiar- Oh My God!" It clicks. "That's Geneva!"

Y/N throws her head from me to Geneva and back. "The Geneva from the airport!? The one you mentioned in People's Magazine?!" I nod to all her questions and smile wide. "Wow, she's already growing up. Kinda like the twins- Y/N?"

When I turn my head to talk to my girlfriend, she's gone. It isn't until I look towards the fans that I see security chasing after Y/N as she is hugging a crying Geneva.

@DarkChokeHold omg Lizzie just pointed to a fan and Hex turned and waved before squinting and running over to them!

@DarkChokeHold I don't think she was allowed to do that because security quickly ran to catch up to Hex.

@theGenevaCuntvention HEX JUST THANKED ME!!??? HUGGED ME AND TOLD ME I LOOKED BEAUTIFUL!!! 

@theGenevaCuntvention NEVER FORGETTING THIS MOMENT AND OMG I FORGOT TO TAKE A FUCKING PICTURE 😩😫😫

I watch the interaction with pride.

This is how I know Y/N will be excellent on the stage.

I take a few steps forward to meet Y/N halfway as security directs her back to me. Y/N has no regrets. I smile and go to pass Y/N to make my way to Geneva.

A 14-year-old girl at the time I met her. A teen who helped me figure out... well, me.

"Sorry, Ms. Olsen, we can't have you do that." A security guard stops me before I can get close enough. "Can I at least say something?" I argue, but they stand in front of me. "I'm sorry. It's a precaution." Another guard states.

I nod, knowing they're right and that they work hard to protect us. "Okay. Sorry." I mumble as Y/N takes a hold of my hand.

"Sorry, you probably could've if I didn't do what I did." I just shake my head. "They wouldn't let me." Y/N makes an un-agreeable hum as we get directed inside the premiere, with our awaiting peers.

I take one last look behind me and see Geneva turn around to speak to an older man I recognize as her father.

@theGenevaCuntvention Nooooo it looked like Lizzie wanted to come over but was escorted away

@witcheswhores anyone else watching the livestream and see Hex run past the camera???

@multiversemother    @witcheswhores yeah what was that?

@lizziesfutureex    @witcheswhores yep 

@scrunchnoselizzie    @witcheswhores I saw it too!

@WandasVersion    @witcheswhores according to @DarkChokeHold, Maria, a fan at the premiere live tweeting it. Lizzie saw a fan she recognized from something last year and Hex ran over to say hi

@DarkChokeHold    @WandasVersion @witcheswhores correct! The fan started crying. She must've made an impact to Lizzie in someway for her to be recognized months later!

Y/N POV

As Liz and the rest of the cast had to get prepared for the introduction of Multiverse of Madness. I snuck out and asked an assistant for a favor.

Turns out the idea of having a fan joining a premiere, especially on behalf of Elizabeth Olsen, is something Marvel couldn't say no to.

So, fifteen minutes later, I watched security pull Geneva and her father out from the crowd. Cameras and phones immediately noticed, and being recently trained in celebrity eduque by one Lizard Olsen, I smiled and waved before focusing my attention on the redheaded teen in a Wanda Maximoff 1989 Polaroid-style shirt.

Damn, could we adopt this kid?

Kidding! I'm kidding! This was a joke!

@DarkChokeHold update on the fan! Security came to the barrier and escorted them and their father into the premiere where Hex was waiting!!!

Anyways... "Hi!" I greet Geneva once again, who looks more nervous than before. "Hi!" She smiles at me. I look from the Geneva to the gentleman with her. "Hello, I'm William Fehay. Geneva's father." He sticks his hand out with a smile that I instantly recognize as the same smile on the teen's face.

"Hello, sir." I shake his hand. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N." He smirks and glances at his daughter. "Y/N, huh?"

"Dad-" You can tell whatever Mr. Fehay is about to embarrass his daughter. "According to this one." He points to Geneva. "We're supposed to call you Hex. That's all I hear about. Hex this. Hex that. About your album." You can tell he's just teasing his daughter and that there is so much truth behind his words as he speaks with a smile, and Geneva glares at him.

"Well, sir, no need to worry. Calling me Y/N is fine." I then turn to Geneva. "Sounds like I converted another Olsen fan, huh?" Geneva wears red on her cheeks as she nods. "Don't worry, you can still tell her how much you love her."

"I'm gonna m-meet her?" Geneva speaks up. I nod. "Well, it won't be the first time." I smile brightly at the teen, doing my best to let her know that she has nothing to worry about.

"Come on. You can quickly chat before the movie."

"Wait... we're actually gonna see the movie!?" Geneva states as her and her father follow me as I follow the security team to the correct area. "Yep. I thought it might be a cool way to thank you for giving Liz a push she didn't know she needed last year."

Geneva takes that in.

"So, she actually remembered me?" Her voice cracks a little.

"She did."

Liz POV

I walk off stage as the applause from the cast, crew, and members of the audience dies down.

This is going to be the second time in one week I'm actually staying for the premiere of my own movie. I did in LA for Y/N, and tonight it'll be for Geneva. No matter how much I hate watching myself on screen. Or that I think every Marvel movie will be a flop.

Anyways... just as I'm about to get to my seat, a security guard stops me. I look at him with concern for Y/N before he points to the back of the room, where I see her standing with Geneva and her father.

I thank the security guard and make my way over to the three with a smile.

I quickly wrap Y/N up in a hug and whisper: "thank you for doing this." Into her ear. She gives me a quick peck on the cheek as we exit the hug.

My eyes scan over the teen and her face of excitement before I look at her father. "Elizabeth Olsen." I extended my hand and watch as he looks at me with a smile. "William Fehay." He shakes my hand. "Being a single father of a teenage daughter, I know that I'm meeting royalty right now."

My smile breaks into a laugh because what a silly thing to say!

"I always tell her that she's the people's princess." I playfully roll my at my girlfriend, making William and Geneva laugh. "Well, you're wrong, but I appreciate it."

My focus then turns to Geneva. I can see the nervousness in her hands as she plays with a ring on her index finger.

"So, does this beat meeting me at an airport?" I say, hoping this relieves any stress she might be holding. And it looks like it does when her eyes meet mine. "It's way better. Thank you." I shake my head. "You don't have to thank me. I should be thanking you. I appreciate you showing up and supporting this movie." Geneva shyly smiles and nods.

"So I wish we could all sit together, but we have assigned seats near the front. Yours are here." I see William's eyes get bigger. "However, we can always meet you two after the movie," I say.

"You mean we get to stay?" William asks, making me smile back. It seems like he didn't quite believe Y/N. "Of course. You have a wonderful daughter, and I wanted to show my appreciation and gratitude." Geneva looks up to her father, who looks back down with a watery smile. "Thank you."

"It's no problem," I reply and move my focus away so it's easier for him to wipe a tear from the corner of his eye. I wonder if anyone's ever been this kind to them?

Y/N wraps her arm around me as the lights above flash, signaling that we must get to our seats. Within an instant, an assistant walks to Geneva and William. "Okay, I have you two.." She speaks to them. "Over here. If you'll follow me." William nods, but Geneva looks back to me. "Thank you again."

"Of course. We'll see you afterwards."

"Yeah, I need someone to talk to about this movie because if I tweet anything, I'll get snipped." I nudge Y/N in her side and playfully scold her. "Hahaha, alright, can't wait!" Geneva says with a bright smile.

"I can see why you remembered her," Y/N says once we find our seats. "Right. She's a sweet kid."

"Smart, too. She's a Wanda Stan." I side-eyed my girlfriend and smirked. "Nice to know someone in this room is."

Y/N nods before looking confused.

"What do you mean?"

I play innocent. "Nothing... just don't go on Twitter."

Yes, I saw the tweets.

"What do you mean?" Y/N says, reaching for her phone. "Oh shh, the movie is starting," I say to Y/N before turning back to face the screen.

As the lights dim, I see Y/N look at her phone blowing up with notifications.

"Oh shit." She whispers, producing a grin on my lips.

_

By the time the last credit scene played, Y/N had changed her wallpaper to one of the two of us. _

MarvelActorsNews Elizabeth Olsen and Partner Y/N Y/L/N seemed to have had Twitter eating out of the palm of their hand earlier today. Find out why! Link

EntertainmentCelebrity Looks like even The Scarlet Witch Star, Elizabeth Olsen, isn't even their girlfriends own favorite superhero! According to photos attached here: Link That title belongs to none other than in real life friend Scarlett Johansson's Natasha Romanoff.

MarvelMedia Aside from Y/N Y/L/N, Hex, having a Natasha Romanoff collage as their wallpaper it appears that she and Elizabeth Olsen made friends with a father and daughter duo that was there to see the stars.

We're not quite sure who they are, but according to multiple sources and a fan who was present, it looks like Elizabeth Olsen met the duo sometime last year.

Twitter

@olsenmyolsen guys... do you think Lizzie got mad?

@MadMaxMoore lmaoooooo

@romanoffthereal whatever 🙄🙄

Liz POV

After the Marvel social media team grabbed a few pictures of Y/N and myself with Geneva and her father, we were free to do whatever we wanted since Y/N and I were going to skip the after-party.

"Elizabeth!" I heard Geneva, with a cracked, hurt voice, call out to me as we got closer to her seat. "Is Wanda really gone??" She asks with a panicked look.

I open and close my mouth multiple times.

Even looking at Y/N for help. "I hope not," Y/N speaks up. "And I don't truly believe so. I mean, we saw that red burst of power at the end! Like that was her teleporting away or using however much of America's power that she took, right!?" Geneva enthusiastically nods. "That's what I thought!!" Geneva says as she sniffles and leans back into her seat.

I clear my throat. "So... aside from the ending, did you like the movie?"

Geneva and her father stand up. "I did! I enjoyed it a lot. Had a few nitpicks, but you weren't the problem at all!" I tilt my head as the four of us head out of the theater and into the hallway. "What nitpicks?" Y/N asks the question I was thinking.

Geneva looks from Y/N to me.

"Is the writer here?"

I know for a fact he isn't. I shake my head no. "Good." She quickly states, ending the conversation as William scolds her. But Y/N is quick to come to Geneva's defenses.

I then watch Y/N and Geneva gang up on William before continuing to talk about the MCU as a whole. Most of it going over my head.

"Is there any way I can repay you?" I turn my head to my left. "What do you mean?" I ask William as we continue walking to the lobby. "You and Y/N have been so kind and wonderful. There must be something I can do. You gave us a once-in-a-lifetime experience."

I hum in thought.

"Y/N?" She turns to me as Geneva, and her stop their conversation. "We don't have anything going on in the morning, do we?" Y/N thinks before shaking her head. "No. I just have a call with Bo to go over the title of the album before the livestream at midnight tomorrow." I nod as Geneva questions Y/N about the album title and tracks.

It turns out, like most of my fans, she's become a big fan of Hexs' music.

"How about brunch? You and Geneva pick a spot, and we'll join."

Williams' eyes widen, and I'm beginning to think maybe he didn't think I'd take him up on his offer. But I can see the panic disappear on his face. "That sounds wonderful!" I agree with him as we all stop at the exit doors with paparazzi and fans on the other side.

Y/N and Geneva are still in a severe conversation about Wanda's death.

"I know I asked you before, but why care about a teenage girl and her father?" William questions me. Rightfully so, I should add. It doesn't make much sense on paper. Sounds more like fan fiction.

But I do my best to give an honest answer. "Because you're kind. Like I said before, it's clear you've raised such a polite and humble person in Geneva. I think it's sweet and refreshing to see. Plus.. she helped me discover myself when I needed it most. And trust me, I know that sounds like a ridiculous thing to say, especially when she was only 14 at the time, but it's true."

William gets real quiet as she digests everything I just told him. "William?" I question when I see him blink a few tears away. "It's alright. Umm.."

He lets out a shaky breath.

"Geneva and I have just been through a lot, so to hear those words come from someone as honest as you. It means a whole hell of a lot."

"Of course," I respond.

When I look to my left, I see Y/N looking at me as if to say everything alright? I give her a subtle nod. She gives one back just as Geneva pulls her phone out.

I see her open Instagram. "Whatcha doing?" I call out, forcing her to turn to me with a guilty look. "Nothing." She says with red creeping onto her face.

I look to my girlfriend, who looks at Geneva.

"Okay, next time, try not to look so guilty," Y/N says, making Geneva sigh.

"Okay, fine. I was going to make an Instagram post about the movie. No spoilers!!! Of course!!" She says, not looking guilty this time, making me laugh.

"Oh, okay," I answer for Y/N and I. "Oh my gosh, wait! Could I take a picture of the four of us on my phone?"

The three of us adults all eventually agreed, but Y/N and I had to deeply stress to Geneva that she should not post that pic. It was for her and only her.

We also reminded her that she couldn't talk about the movie until tomorrow.

She understood and took the picture just as an assistant came and told us that our car was ready.

"So I guess this is it... thank you once again, Elizabeth, and to you, Y/N! You're both super sweet and nice, and I had so much fun-"

I cut the teen off before she spiraled and rambled herself to death. "Geneva, we're getting brunch together tomorrow morning."

"We are!?" She looks at her father, who shrugs with a smile. "Oh, okay! That's great!"

"Yeah, I have to hear all about your trip to Oregon!"

"You remembered?" I laugh. "Yes, of course-" I go to speak some more but off to see my publicist Marla talk to an assistant before she turns to look at me. Y/N notices and quickly covers for me.

"William, could I see your phone?" Y/N asks as I turn back to the group. He takes it out and hands Y/N his iPhone. I watch and laugh as she quickly makes a new contact: Y/N's # please do not share. "Here you go."

Even William chuckles. "Noted," He says.

"So we'll see you tomorrow?" Geneva and her father nod and say their goodbyes, but not before Geneva asks for a hug. One I'm happy to give. "For me personally, I hope Wanda isn't dead. But for you, I hope you're happy with her journey." Geneva whispers in my ear. I nod. "Trust me, after recording What If...? I'm happy with where I'll be as an actress, just the same."

"You're going to be in What If..?" Geneva questions with excitement, before rapidly realizing that this information hasn't been publicly posted.

"Okay bye!" I begin to wave, making Y/N quickly do the same. Once Geneva and her father leave through the lobby doors, Y/N turns to me. "Brunch, huh?"

"Her father wanted to do something, and I would've felt awful saying no." Y/N hums. "Did you have fun tonight?"

"I had a great time. What about you? Have enough here or crashing Twitter?" That makes Y/N roll her eyes and shake her head. "I can't believe that happened."

"Well, it's nice to see you learned your lesson."

Y/N kisses me as a way to shut me up, and our lips only separate when we hear the clacking of heels walking toward us.

It's Marla with her phone in her hand.

"I need you to take a look at this."

"What is it?" Y/N questions as I take the black brick from Marla's hands.

Marla opens her mouth, but the words come out of mine. "It's from Robbie," I say once I read the email and the CCs. "..What??" Y/N asks as the tension surges throughout her body.

I remain silent as I read the words on the screen until I reach the end.

"I'm sorry, Robbie Arnett."

"He's giving me Hattie..." My emotions of relief, happiness, and, anger, struggle for the top spot as I can't believe this is finally happening. I have Hattie back! But at the same time, I'm beyond upset. I could never forgive Robbie for so blatantly ripping Hattie Harmony away from me.

Y/N watches me cautiously as tears start spilling from my eyes before wrapping me up in a hug. Moving the two of us with Marla following away from the doors to the outside world.

"Deep breaths, babe." She takes hold of my hands as she places me in a leather chair down a hallway. Y/N kneels in front of me on the carpeted floor. "I'm here." She reminds me, making me smile.

She'll always be here.

_

Moments after, when I have no tears left, and Y/N has read the email, Marla gives us some alone time.

"Can I ask you something?" Y/N awaits my nod before continuing. "Hattie was a big thing for you and Robbie. You both worked so hard on it. But it was your brainchild...." She stops to gather her words. "Clearly, he's giving it to you because he needs to focus on himself. But do you even want it now? Like, of course, you want Hattie. Like legally and all that, but... do you want to do anything with Hattie now?"

I exhale and think. 

"Honestly. I don't know... I think at one point this.. this was the next step for me and my career, but now I'm not so sure..." My hands tighten around Y/N's. "As much as it pains me to say I can't go back to Hattie. It's tainted." I can feel the frown form on my face.

"Okay... that's okay, Liz." I nod, knowing it is but hating that that's how I feel about it. I wish I could want to write Hattie again. Go back as a fuck you, Robbie, in a way, but it wouldn't be right. It wouldn't be what I originally wanted.

So it's best to leave it.

"But at least once legal gets it all sorted out, It'll be mine." My lips slightly curl upwards. "It will be." Y/N keeps her hands in mine as she sits up on her knees and leans forward to kiss my lips but misses and kisses my chin, making us laugh. "There's that smile."

I roll my eyes and remove my hands from hers. "Shush." I grab her face and plant a kiss on her pink lips.

_

"Obviously, you have time, but is there something else that you'd want to work on if not Hattie?" Y/N asks me as we sit in the back of the SUV on the way to the hotel.

I shake my head. "Not at the moment." Y/N kisses the side of my head as my phone begins to vibrate in my handbag. "I can take it."

I'm emotionally exhausted, so that would be nice.

Y/N unzips my handbag and pulls out of my phone. "Babe.."

I look over from outside the window and roll my eyes. "Here." I have Y/N place the phone in my hand.

I clear my throat and hit the green button with a smile. "Oh, Hey, Scarlett!"

Y/N cowardly looks away from me with a smile.

Oh, she's going to get it later.

"Yeah, no, I saw what Y/N's wallpaper..... Yeah, of course, we're still on for dinner!"

_

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Posted to @theGenevaCoontvention close friends story on the car ride home.

A/N: Sorry this took forever, but I hope it was worth it!! 

[kathlare]

sneaking glances

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: During a post-race debrief, Lando struggles to focus as a live stream of Amelie's final performance on the Eras Tour captures his attention. What begins as a secret moment quickly turns into an impromptu team viewing party, exposing his feelings to his colleagues in a humorous and heartwarming way.

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Warnings: just fluff

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March 9th, 2024 - Jeddah, Saudi Arabia

The post-race debrief felt like it had been dragging on for hours. Lando sat in the dimly lit McLaren meeting room, surrounded by engineers and strategists dissecting every second of his race in Saudi Arabia. P6 in qualifying had felt promising, but slipping down to P8 during the race was frustrating.

As the head engineer clicked through lap data on the screen, Lando leaned back in his chair, his leg bouncing restlessly under the table. His phone, strategically tucked in his hoodie pocket, vibrated softly—a notification from Instagram Live. His heart jumped.

He didn’t need to check to know what it was. Amelie’s last night opening for Taylor Swift on the Eras Tour was happening in Singapore.

Lando had known how much this tour meant to her, how thrilled she was to perform on some of the biggest stages in the world. And tonight was special—her final show. She’d been glowing over FaceTime earlier in the week, buzzing with both excitement and a tinge of sadness that it was coming to an end.

He shifted in his chair, pretending to adjust the waistband of his hoodie as he slid his phone out. Keeping it low and angled away from the team, he unlocked it with a swipe.

The live stream loaded almost immediately, and his chest tightened as Amelie’s voice filled his ears.

Her silhouette was bathed in soft purple light, the crowd roaring as she belted out the final notes of her song. She was dressed in a sparkling outfit that shimmered with every movement, her hair flowing as she twirled across the stage with her signature energy.

She looked breathtaking.

—Lando?— Andrea, his performance coach, nudged him gently, bringing him back to the room.

—Yeah, yeah, I’m listening,— Lando replied quickly, his eyes darting to the screen and back. He adjusted his posture, tapping on the table as if he were fully engaged in the conversation.

But his mind was anywhere but there.

Amelie laughed into the mic, her voice warm and effervescent as she addressed the crowd. —This is my last night opening for Taylor, and I just want to thank every single one of you for making this journey so unforgettable.— The audience erupted in cheers, and Lando couldn’t help but smile. She always knew how to command a room.

He angled the phone closer, careful not to make it obvious, but the subtle glow of the screen caught the attention of Oscar, who was seated beside him.

—What’s that?— Oscar whispered, leaning slightly over to peek.

Lando flinched, quickly tilting the screen away. —Nothing. Just checking... stuff.—

Oscar raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. —Is that… a concert?—

Lando sighed, realizing he wasn’t getting out of this one. He lowered his voice. —It’s Amelie. She’s performing in Singapore.—

Oscar’s eyes widened in recognition. —Wait, Amelie? Like, your Amelie?—

—Shut up,— Lando hissed, his cheeks flushing.

But it was too late. The exchange had drawn the attention of one of the engineers, who leaned over curiously. —What are you watching?—

Lando groaned, sinking lower into his chair as the small crowd around the table grew more intrigued. —It’s nothing, guys. Just focus on the debrief.—

Andrea’s sharp gaze narrowed. —Lando.—

—Fine!— he relented, holding up the phone. The live stream displayed Amelie mid-performance, her voice soaring through the room.

There was a beat of silence before someone muttered, —Damn, she’s good.—

One by one, the team leaned in, captivated. Even Andrea, who had been ready to scold Lando, seemed impressed.

—Isn’t she friends with you?— one of the engineers asked.

Lando shrugged, trying to play it cool. —Yeah. We’re... close.—

Oscar snorted. —Close? Mate, you’re grinning like an idiot. You’re in love.—

—Shut it, Piastri,— Lando muttered, but his smile betrayed him.

The debrief quickly devolved into a makeshift watch party. The engineers abandoned their laptops, the strategists leaned against the table, and even Zak Brown appeared in the doorway, raising an eyebrow at the scene.

—What’s going on here?— Zak asked, his tone amused.

Andrea gestured to the phone. —Lando’s watching his... friend’s concert.—

Zak crossed his arms, clearly entertained. —Friend, huh?—

Lando groaned, burying his face in his hands. —Can we just finish the meeting?—

But no one was listening anymore. Someone connected the phone to the meeting room’s projector, and within seconds, Amelie’s live stream was on the big screen.

She was mid-song, the crowd swaying to the rhythm as she poured her heart into every note. Lando couldn’t take his eyes off her, his chest swelling with pride.

—You know, you could’ve just told us you’re dating her,— Oscar said, nudging him playfully.

—We’re not...!— Lando started, but the room erupted in laughter.

Zak clapped a hand on his shoulder. —It’s okay, kid. We’re rooting for you.—

As Amelie finished her set with her traditional Nonsense outro, Lando’s phone buzzed again, a text from her.

Ames💛: You better not be ignoring your meeting to watch me.

He grinned, typing back quickly.

Lan🧡: Busted. The whole team’s watching now. You were incredible.

Her reply came almost instantly.

Ames💛: Told you you’d fall for me all over again ;)

Lando chuckled, shaking his head as he pocketed the phone.

—Alright, alright, back to work,— Zak called, though his tone was far from serious.

As the team reluctantly turned their attention back to the race debrief, Lando couldn’t help but feel a warmth settle in his chest.

Amelie had always been his biggest distraction—and his greatest joy. And as he glanced at the projector one last time, watching her blow a kiss to the crowd, he realized he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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A Way In

Triggers: not much, just reader being stabbed once but nothing graphical; making out (once); paparazzi at the end

Pairing: Taylor Swift X Singer!Female!Reader

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Being a singer-songwriter has always been one of your biggest dreams… and let’s be honest here, you never had many chances of making that dream come true. You were a dreamer… a huge one to say the least, and considering that you lived in Nashville - the city that according to people, makes everyone’s dreams come true - you should have been perfectly fine… buuut no, no can do.

You worked at Bluebird Cafe, yes, the place were Taylor Swift was discovered. Not that you’d ever met her. You were a huge fan of hers, and even if you were like 7 years younger than her and had lived in Nashville your whole life, you never met her, you never had such luck… and this lack of luck (sorry for the play on words) always persisted in your whole life.

As I was saying, you worked at The Bluebird Cafe, as a waitress. You were close with the owner of the shop, who let you give a small performance once a week for the night openings, mostly on Friday or Saturday nights, which was very convenient, considering those were the days when the cafe was most busy.

But were you ever lucky enough to meet some producers or some record label owner? Nah, that would require too much luck, you didn’t have it.

On a busy Saturday night like always, every table at the cafe had been served so you made your way up to the small stage, being comfortable about it as you had done it a thousand of times already. You sat on the stool and took the guitar, fixing the microphone to your height as you began speaking.

“Hey everyone! How’s your night going?” You started, and some of the usual clients replied happily, making you smile. “Well it’s nice to hear that you’re all doing well! Tonight I’ll be playing some original songs written and composed by me, and after that, I’m up for requests! Some of you already know me but for the ones who don’t, I’m Y/N L/N and I’ll keep you company during this lovely night!” You began singing a song you had written after that small presentation, and continued with some covers, singing Taylor Swift songs too, the small jar with a sign written ‘TIPS’ over it slowly being filled as the night went on.

You were completely unaware of the pair of blue eyes looking at you at some point during your performances.

As the bar slowly emptied, blue-eyed-girl included, you found yourself sitting at the same stool with the same guitar in hand, looking through your phone. You always did that, at the end of the night, silently hoping that someone would come up to you and offer you a record deal…

What a daydreamer.

“Still nothing?” Nancy, The bar owner asked, once the bar had definitely emptied and the doors were being locked. You sighed and put the guitar back on its stand. “Nope, nada” you stood up, taking a look at the tip jar. “At least I got some good tips tonight” you looked at her, she knew you well enough to recognize when you were sad. “Honey, don’t look at me like that,” she started, placing a hand on your shoulder. She was like s mother to you. “Eventually some producer will notice you, trust me.” You smiled sadly “I hope so” you said, and helped her with the final chores of the bar, before leaving through the back door.

It was about two in the morning, the neighborhood was pretty empty… you always found it scary. And the alleyway you got onto from exiting the backdoor, wasn’t less scary. You always speed-walked your way out of it… but today wasn’t a lucky day.

When is it ever?

You were almost onto the main street, when you felt someone sneaking up on you. You weren’t quick enough to react, the person trying to pull you somewhere but you applied resistance, pulling away. He managed to stab you through your stomach and you whined in pain through your covered mouth, the stranger’s hand covering it.

However you had a bit of luck, because your whines were loud enough to alert a certain someone’s body guard, who momentarily left his duty to have a look in the alley.. thank God he did.

The stranger, upon seeing the big men, let go of you and ran away. you slid down against the walk, not having taken notice of the man, too busy keeping your own hand on the wound on your stomach.

“Mrs. Swift, I think we’re gonna need to call an ambulance.”

You weren’t sure what happened next, as you were in shock, and not quite attentive to your surroundings. You just know that someone familiar was by your side, trying to keep you awake and all you remember is some blue eyes…

— ~ ~ —

You woke up the next morning to the sound of beeping, white walls surrounding you and the noise of people talking outside your door- probably nurses and doctors.

“Thank God you’re awake!” The voice startled you, and you turned to your left to see Nancy sitting on the chair next to your bed. “Did I faint onstage again?” You started, trying to sit up, “God, I had this weird ass dream-“ you winched in pain when you tried to sit up, “fuck-“ only then noticing that maybe it wasn’t all a dream. You lifted your shirt and saw the quite big bandage covering the left side of your stomach, some red stains on it. “Maybe it wasn’t a dream, fuck it hurts”

“We need to put a street lamp and a camera in that alleyway. I’m so sorry that happened hun,” Nancy started. “I shouldn’t have ever let you leave through the back door, I-“ you quickly interrupted her as you laid back down. “Nancy, don’t apologize, please, you couldn’t have known. No one could have” silence set between them after that, until you interrupted it with a laugh: “you know, I think I was hallucinating at some point, cause I thought I saw Taylor Swift” you laughed,

…but Nancy stayed serious.

“You weren’t hallucinating” Nancy said, her seriousness making you stop laughing. “What?” You said, looking at her with confusion written all over your face. “You weren’t hallucinating. That really was Taylor Swift. Her bodyguard saved you and She brought you here-“ you interrupted her. “Nance, seriously? Come on, don’t play with me, you know I care about that stuff-“

That’s when the door opened.

“Oh you’re awake!” The familiar voice had you immediately turning your head to where it came from. “W-what is happening- am I still high or.. on some kind of medicine?” The blonde laughed, noticing you trying to sit up but dropping her smile when she saw you wince in pain. “Woah there, lay back down,” she said and put a hand on your shoulder, fluffing your pillow as she helped you lay down.

“You’re Taylor Swift,”

“Yes”

“And you’re here,”

“Yes.”

“Am I dreaming?”

That had the blonde laugh again, looking at you. “No, Y/N you’re not dreaming. I’m actually here. And you’re actually talking to me” you were still looking at her with your jaw dropped. “How is that possible?” You said, making Taylor smile again. “Last night I was at the cafe, I come visit from time to time… and I saw you performing. I talked to Nancy about talking with you, but you were far from done so she suggested I waited for you to finish your shift, so that’s what I did, I didn’t expect… that,” she said, gesturing to your wound.

“I-I’m sorry you saw me perform last night!? And your songs too!?!? Oh my god that’s so embarrassing-“ Taylor was quick to interrupt you. “No no no don’t say that! I was actually about to say that you were amazing! That’s what I wanted to talk to you about…” she looked at you hopefully, you were still wonderstruck about all the situation. “I-I’m sorry I might need some time to process all this” Taylor giggled again and nodded, letting you process what was happening.

A couple minutes later you looked back at Taylor and smiled slightly “okay, you can go ahead,” you said, and Taylor smiled. “Y/N, I will go straight to the point. I heard your original songs and Nancy told me that you write and compose your own songs. Would you like to write and sing a song with me?” That’s when your jaw dropped once again. You were quiet for a couple more minutes. “I’m sorry- you would like to write and- and sing a song, WITH ME?” You emphasized the last two words, you know, for good measure.

The blonde in front of you nodded, and you began talking again. “But- I’m no one- I mean I don’t have a producer, a label, a manager? I don’t even have an album?” The blue eyed woman shrugged. “That’s not a problem, I mean, Nancy here told me that you want a career as a singer, maybe we can make that happen, no? Plus, I’d be really happy and honored to write a song with you!”

You were freaking out, your favorite singer ever had just asked you to write a song with her. And who were you to say no to that!?

Within the next couple days, you were out of the hospital. Taylor had visited both days, just getting to know you. You still felt like you were dreaming, but it was all so true and real. The luck you never had came just at the right moment, when you needed it the most.

That day, as you were being discharged, you were shocked once again when you saw the blonde at the door. “Hey there, ready to go?” Wait, what? You thought you were gonna have to walk home alone, but here she was, picking you up and taking you home. “Uh-yeah sure” you said and slowly walked over to her, you still had some trouble walking, as it hurt your insides… literally, where you were stabbed. You could feel the pain even with all the painkillers.

“Do you need help?” Taylor asked when she heard you wince in pain. You shook your head, hand over the bandage as you kept walking over to her. She sighed and walked over to you, wrapping an arm around you to support you. “You’re stubborn, aren’t you?” You blushed a little at her comment, though appreciating the help and occasionally leaning onto her. You were both lucky that the hospital had an underground parking, no one actually saw Taylor and even if they did, Nashville’s a pretty chill town, they’re used to her.

“Where’s your bag?” She asked once you reached the car. You looked at her with confusion written all over your face. “My��bag?” Taylor took some time to reply, closing the car door before getting in from the other side. “Yeah, you’re supposed to come at my place…” you were even more confused now. “I am?” That made Taylor laugh, you looked so confused right now. “Yeah, but I’m guessing that Nancy didn’t tell you. Well it’s fine, I can just land you my clothes. I’m taller then you so they’ll be big for you, but I’m sure you’ll be just fine. Oh by the way, my mom’s waiting for us at home with pumpkin chocolate chip cookies, I hope you like them”

And here you were freaking out again. “Your mom as in- Mama Swift?” Taylor hadn’t stopped laughing one second. “Yeah, her. I didn’t realize you were a fan of mine” she smiled, gently nudging your shoulder. “Yeah- of course I am! When I was 10 you were like the talk of the town, i never once managed to come see you in concert and 17 years later I’m in your car, going to your place and getting to record a song with you? That’s like a dream come true, girl” Taylor laughed at that, god, you loved her laugh.

When you arrived at the Nashville house you were greeted by her mother. She asked you about the incident with that stranger, but then proceeded to make you feel at home, her dog, kitty, being a big help in that as she wanted to jump on you, but Taylor had to hold her back as you were still injured.

She gave you a quick tour of the house and ended it in the music room. “Oh wow this is amazing” you said as you walked in, different types of guitars hung on the wall, the huge piano in the middle of it, just wow. You looked at the guitars first, looking a bit longer at the blue koi fish guitar, your favorite.

“Wanna play it?” She said from behind you, you smiled a little but you had a tendency to break other people’s stuff, so you declined the offer, even though eventually your finger pressed on a piano key. You pressed that a couple times before getting a melody in mind and making a brief chord progression, then you took your phone and typed in the chord progression. Taylor looked at you in amusement.

“Is that how you get your ideas?” She asked and you nodded, feeling a bit tired so you sat down on the piano stool. “Yeah. Some times I press a random piano key, and I have perfect pitch so it doesn’t take me long to make a chord progression and arpeggios… then according to how the whole of it makes me feel, I write the lyrics. Or sometimes I get a tune in my mind and play around with it” you said, Taylor smiled and made you scoop over on the stool, making space for her.

“Play the chord progression, keep with it for a while” at that point you had figured out what she had in mind, so you began playing. At times emphasizing some notes more than the other, switching up the rhythm, and Eventually Taylor started coming up with lyrics.

It was your turn now to look at her in amusement, she was so focused and you could see how she felt the melody, how each word came running to her as if she was brainstorming a perfect combination of words.

“Hold on, hold on, lemme record this, this is so good already” she said and took out her phone, recording the whole process. You eventually began harmonizing with her and adding lyrics, both getting lost in the moment as you completed first and second verse.

“Woah,” you said after both of you had gone silent. “That was, I don��t know. I’ve never written something so fast. It’s coming out so good, Tay” you said, the nickname slipping easily from your lips as you scribbled down the last lyrics you had come up with. “This is gonna be one hell of a song Y/N, I can feel it. We wrote two verses in less than… what, 10 minutes?” You nodded and took a look at the scrapbook Taylor had brought. “Okay, we have two verses. We need choruses and pre-choruses and I’ll leave the bridge up to you because your bridges are like, the best thing to ever exist on earth”

It was her turn to laugh at your comment, and you soon joined her in laughter, unaware of her mother’s eyes on both of you, through the door.

Andrea had never seen her daughter this happy.

— ~ ~ —

It had been a month since the two started writing the song, and between going to the studios in NYC and LA, now it was nearly done.

Aside from writing the song, you started spending more time together. You were really close, and Taylor was kind enough to let you stay at her place whenever you traveled around to record the song.

“God, I’m so tired” Taylor said, getting back into the NYC TriBeCa house after a long day at the studio with you, the backing vocals needed to be added so that’s what you did. You nodded at her statement. “Yeah, I’m tired too and I don’t even do it yearly like you do” she nodded as well and went to get a quick shower. When she was done, it was your turn to get a shower and when you went back into the living room Taylor was watching a rerun of FRIENDS, and you joined Taylor on the couch like you always did: laying down on your side with your head on her lap.

It had become usual for the both of you, none of you minding the physical touch, as Taylor loved it and so did you, never having gotten it enough when you were a kid. She would play with your hair and/or trace her fingers on your arm, and god, you felt like home.

Oh, I’m falling in love…

When the episode finished and the post-credit scenes were being rolled, you turned to lay on your back and looked up at Taylor. She soon felt your eyes on her and looked at you.

There was silence for a couple seconds before both of you started laughing. “What?” Taylor said between giggles, you brought your hands up to your face to hide the red-ish color that had started to paint your cheeks. “No nothing I just…” you took a deep breath, and once your cheeks didn’t feel warm anymore, you removed your hands.

Thank god Taylor didn’t notice the blush.

“I was just thinking and… if you hadn’t come into the cafe that night, I wouldn’t have met you and we wouldn’t have recorded our first songs together… this could make me start my career, this could make my dreams come true… and all because of you, Tay” you smiled and sat up, looking at her. She smiled back. “Y/N…” she started, and you hummed, as to signal her to continue talking. “Instead of putting out the song on platforms, what do you say if we play it together at my next concert? So everyone can see you, hear it live… you know,” she shrugged and smiled, watching shock take over your features.

“Are you sure? I- I mean- that would be amazing, Tay! Oh my god, yes please!” You had a thousand thoughts going on in your pretty little mind, but one was better than all of them: you would be performing on stage with Taylor Swift. The older woman hugged you and you hugged her back tightly. Once the initial shock had worn off, you started watching another rerun of FRIENDS.

“I never asked, and now I’m curious so, what’s your type?” Taylor said out of the blue, when the episode had almost ended. You didn’t think much of it, and your reply came pretty quickly. “Well, definitely girls-“ you were about to continue, but Taylor interrupted you: “no shit sherlock” you stared at her wide eyed “you knew???” You asked, laughing at yourself. “Uh DUH? Your outfits basically scream “I’M GAY” even if you’re wearing my clothes which are like, the straightest clothes possible” she laughed again, making you blush. “I’m gonna take that as a compliment”

You punched her shoulder jokingly and continued with your explanation. “I don’t know, honestly. I Focus more on personality then appearance, even if I do have a thing for ocean blue eyes” Taylor didn’t seem to have caught the hint, and even if she did, she let it slide.

A couple weeks later you were standing backstage to Taylor’s concert, anxiously waiting for it to begin. It would take a while before she got to the Surprise Songs, and you already knew that you were gonna die. You were never good at handling anxiety.

“Hey, how are you doing?” You felt a hand on your shoulder, and turned around to see Taylor in her Lover outfit. You had to force yourself not to look at her legs or let your jaw drop. “I uh- I’m nervous. Really nervous” Taylor smiled and hugged you. “It’ll be okay, trust me alright? You’re talented, your voice is amazing… you- we rehearsed this song so many times, it’s going to be just fine.”

Her words of reassurance helped you stay calm, until she got to the acoustic set. “Welcome to the acoustic set!” Taylor said, cheers of crowd filling your ears. “So, the surprise songs for today are a bit more… surprising, as we’ll have not 2, but 3 surprise songs, and that’s because we have a surprise guest today!” The crowd cheered once again, and you started feeling insecure. They probably expected someone famous, not an unknown singer.

“Let me say a few things about her first. As you all know, I was discovered at Bluebird Cafe in Nashville… I went to visit, almost a couple months ago and there was this girl, playing a few of her original songs and also covers… and I really, really loved her voice, and the feelings she made me feel, I don’t know, I had to get to know her. So I did, and today we’re both here with a song that we wrote together, please welcome onstage Y/N L/N!”

The crowd cheered once more, and you made your way onstage, heart thumping in your chest as you reached the front stage, smiling brightly as you took a brief second to look around, before bringing the microphone up to your mouth “oh my God hi everyone! I’m so nervous, this is literally my first time on a stage, and I might start rambling so excuse me” you giggled, fans cheered and you tried to steady your shaky voice.

“Uhm okay. I don’t know what to say honestly, I grew up in Nashville and I grew up listening to Taylor’s songs so yeah, fellow Swiftie here” once again, the crowd cheered. “I grew up working and playing my music at bluebird cafe, hoping for someone to notice me and to offer me a record deal… no one ever did. I mean, I still don’t have a record deal but never in my craziest mind would I have imagined that at some point in my life I’d meet Taylor and she’d want to write a song with me. Tay, You’re the closest friend I have and I just want to thank you, thank you so much for trusting me, for giving me this opportunity,”

Taylor smiled and walked over to hug you tightly, bringing the microphone away from her mouth as she could feel your heart thumping, and said “You got this girl. I know you do. I love you.” You smiled brightly and pulled back from the hug. “Anyway, this is the song we came up with, it’s called ‘A Way In.’ We Really hope you’ll like it”

You sat down at the piano, starting with the melody of the song. Taylor started singing, and you had the harmonies for the most part of it, as well as the highest vocals, the belt and bridge. Even if it was Taylor’s concert, she wanted you to have your moment, she wanted you to start your career beautifully and this could be the right way to do so.

When the song finished, the cheers were louder then ever. You got a standing ovation, Taylor herself was looking at you with proud eyes and smile and clapping for you, you walked over and gave her another tight hug, before looking back at the crowd. Tears in your eyes, and you took your microphone again. “Thank you so so so so much guys. Hopefully we’ll cross paths again” you threw a kiss to Taylor and walked backstage, letting Taylor procede with the actual surprise songs.

When you got backstage, all the cheering was for you. You hugged and thanked everyone, before going to Taylor’s dressing room and changing back into your normal clothes.

When the concert finished, you didn’t expect Taylor to come straight to you and hug you tightly, kissing your cheeks. “Y/N that was amazing! Did you even hear yourself? I never had a crowd cheer that loud for me! They absolutely loved you!” She smiled brightly and took a water bottle that was handed to her, as well as a towel for her sweat. “Tay, you’re exaggerating” you giggled “no I’m definitely not! Wait and see the videos on tiktok later tonight”

Taylor went and got changed, as the stadium cleared out after the long concert. When she was finished, as you were walking out the stage through the back. You were talking with Andrea when Taylor grabbed your arm and pulled you back to her, not giving you time to react before she pressed her lips on yours.

The time felt like it was passing by in slow motion, Taylor was kissing you. She was kissing you and she seemed hesitant about it, and upon realizing what was happening, you brought your arms around her neck, deepening the kiss as Taylor squeezed her grip on your hips, smiling in the kiss as metaphorical fireworks exploded around you.

When Taylor pulled back, your foreheads stayed connected. She looked at you, eyes full of lust, and she brought a hand up to brush some hair away from your face.

“You said you were straight,” you whispered, hinting a laugh.

“Yeah, I might have lied”

You giggled and leaned in to kiss her once again.

You were completely unaware of the few hundreds of fans and paparazzi taking pictures and videos of the two of you making out.

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Get to know rapper!chris x singer!reader!!

SINGER!READER

Genre: pop, indie-pop

Similar artists: Madison Beer, Sabrina Carpenter, Billie Eillish

Albums and covers (coming soon)

Gained Fame: In 2021, Y/N started making music after her boyfriend cheated on her and their messy breakup, she put all of her feelings into songs and decided her new life started at that moment. She tested with sounds and one day she randomly posted them out of nowhere. Her confidence, however, skyrocketed when she only got maybe 1000 monthly listeners after about 3 months. She gave up and continued with life as if nothing happened.

In 2023, a beloved artist named Gracie Abrams, noticed her pathetic music and reached out. Y/N, much to her dismay, of course said yes when Gracie asked to do a collaboration with her. The song blew up on tik tok and other social media platforms and Y/N’s 6 songs soon started rising. Rooftops, a song about her ex, was #14 on the top 200 in the US. Gracie and her became good friends and Y/N got into song writing again.

Cute little headcanons:

Singer!y/n, who doesn't pay attention to rude or sexualising comments about her body but Chris does. When they're out in public and Chris hears someone say one thing about her, he’s practically on top of them and he’s not scared to beat the shit out of them.

Singer!y/n, who keeps a notebook full of random lyrics inspired by overheard conversations, half of which make absolutely no sense at all, but are oddly poetic

Singer!y/n, who insists on hand signing fan’s posters because it's more “personal” even if it takes hoursSinger!y/n, who will stop a concert mid way if she sees a sign or an outfit that she loves just to compliment that person.

Singer!y/n, who loves making up dumb tik tok dances to her songs just for funSinger!y/n, who’s fans are called the most ridiculous name. It started as a joke but now it's a part of her brand.

Singer!y/n, who takes a polaroid picture with her team before every show

Singer!y/n, who gets nervous before award shows, so Chris shows her his “pre game hype” which consists of terrible dancing and a not so helpful pep talk in a mirror

RAPPER!CHRIS (CHRI$)

Genre: hip hop, rap (obviously)

Similar artists: Playboi Carti, The Kid LaROI, Lil Skies

Albums and covers (coming soon)

Gained fame: Chris started his career more recently at the beginning of 2024. Because of the youtube channel, Chris didn't need to be famous for his music. About mid 2024, his music started to get recognized by more than just Sturniolo Triplets fans. Playboi Carti actually liked Chris’s music for what it was.

On Carti’s tik tok, he posted a video with one of Chris’s songs as the sound. Don't know how this made Chri$ more popular but his listens blew up hours later. 11 million monthly listeners quickly went to 30 in less than a month.

Cute little headcanons:

Chri$, who always kept his word, and has never done drugs, drank alcohol, or smoked a vape or cigarette in his life.

Chri$, who’s concerts are the most wild and fun thing ever. The energy in the sold out stadiums is exhilarating and the fans in the front row will probably not be able to hear anything else for days.

Chri$, who makes sure that you are always comfortable and happy no matter what you’re doing.

Chri$, who has your stuff scattered everywhere. He’s got hair ties on his wrist, your hairbrush in his car, and your clothes are all over the place.

Chri$, who once hung a pair of your panties on the rear view mirror in his car because the color “complimented” the vibe

Chri$, who never lets you pay for anything. This man will do everything and anything to make sure your card never sees daylight. Sometimes he steals your wallet before you even leave the car.

Fics to look forward to: (I obviously have not been busy)

Sleepytime - Chris asks Y/N to sing him to sleep one night

Model - Y/N’s manager needs to meet with her about upcoming tour outfits but Chris is not having it with her leaving

Noise Complaints - Late night studio sessions in Y/N’s apartment lead to awkward run ins with the neighbors

Pink Sweater Season - Chris borrows Y/N’s favorite oversized pink sweatshirt for a music video and the internet has questions.

Off Key Apologies - After a heated argument, Chris writes a very pathetic song as an apology but Y/N doesn't want to hear it

Mute - A mic on a live stream reveals way too much about how Chris feels about Y/N

Paper House - The power went out and the house is quiet so Chris and Y/N decide to build houses out of cards.

Stage Left - A surprise performance during Chris’ tour has the crowd cheering—and Y/N wondering where she stands with Chris

Signs - Chris finds an old playlist you made for him and realizes the feelings were there all along—he just missed the signs.

Second Verse - Chris struggles to finish a song about…love and how he hates to admit how much the second verse sounds like you.

REQUESTS!!

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Heart On Tour [CL16 smau]

Charles Leclerc x singer!reader [social media au] Summary: Everybody wants to attend Y/N's world tour and that clearly includes the Ferrari star driver, Charles Leclerc. Though when at a concert, he doesn't get the chance to speak with the famous singer and ask her out, and then gets asked about it in an interview, he isn't shy to admit what his intentions were. Maybe that'll bring Y/N's attention to him... and it definitely will bring the fan's attention. Soon enough, rumors about the couple dating start running around.

[ericshoney]

Madison Beer Masterlist

~ Snuggles (Oneshot)

~ Sucker (Oneshot) (SMUT)

~ Cheer captain (Oneshot) (Suggestive)

~ Be my girl (Oneshot)

[that-weeb-in-ur-closet]

BILLIE EYELASHE (Billie Eilish) MADE A SUUUUPPERRR LESBIAN SONG AND I'M GOING CRAZY FOR IT. I SAW IT THE MINUTE IT WAS POSTED AND UM -

✨️LUNCH ✨️

*random tags so ppl see*

[cleocat4]

I want to congratulate the BABY 🦊 on his movie premiere by re-releasing his serenade. 🎶

Three years ago, I was fervently frustrated when TUWOMT came out so I wrote a song to express my feelings. 😇

I’m in Texas and it was May. My eyeliner is smudged from the get-go and my edges sweat out. If you knew me, you’d understand how much of a feat this is for me to do anything like this for social media.

Anyway,

*screaming* CONGRATULATIONS KING PEDRO. ⚔️🎉🍾

Thank you for choosing to gift us with you, your mustache and your cheeky benevolence. As an ace/demi woman, it is strange being happily infatuated by a seemingly good and talented man. 💗

I’m so happy for you… Is it everything you imagined yet? 🥹

[ncsdlr]

For Their Entertainment

- Kinktober Day 4 -

Lana Del Rey x Reader

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"You got another cig on you?"

You opened your eyes and searched for the owner of the female voice, finding the pretties eyes you'd seen all day. You offered the woman a cig from your case.

"Cool case. Where'd you get it?" She chuckled as she eyed your cig case. It was a Lana Del Rey cigarette case. The theme was her album Paradise, bit the text title on it read 'malboro'.

In that moment, Lana wondered why she hadn't thought of making a cig case for real merch.

"I got it from Amazon for a hundred bucks," You grinned, knowing exactly how pressed your wife is about your cig case.

You watched as the woman lit the cig you'd offered her and took a hit from it, almost admiring how the smoke billowed from her lips.

"You never really listened to anything I told you to do, Y/N." Lana relayed flatly. Your wife was honestly not even surprised that you had kept the cig pack she told to get rid of years ago. It was normal for you to never let go of the things related to her.

"It's unofficial merch, my dear. I'm not tossing this."

Lana rolled her eyes, a humorous smile gracing her face as she moved to lean her back against the wall, mimicking the position you were in.

"Yeah, well...Where's my credit for being the inspiration of this merch?"

You grinned cheekily, turning to your side to look at the love of your life, "here." Your hand found lana's cheek, pulling her closer to you so you could press your lips against hers.

As your lips met, Lana giggled, the softness of your lips meeting her gentle ones. The kiss was sweet and lingering, lasting long enough for the both of you to feel how much you loved each other.

"You made a great show earlier," You said as the kiss broke.

Lana sucked in a breath through her teeth, smiling as she remembered how interactive her crowd was just now. But then she'd let out a disappointed sigh, giving you a side glance as she next spoke, "would've been better if you fucked me before I went up there."

A laugh fell from your lips, slightly choking in the puff you'd taken, "Lana, your manager was watching my every move. Jon, too. They know how we get when we're alone thanks to how loud you were when we first had sex."

"Hey!" Lana started, faking an offended spark in her eyes, "You love it when I'm loud."

You smiled, "That's true, I do, but that..." Then you hesitated, an idea forming in your mind like a wicked plan. "You know what, let's get back to the hotel."

Lana's brows knitted together, confusion clouding her pretty face. "Why?"

****

You were gonna fuck her. That's why. Against the window. She had already cum twice; once on your tongue and again on your fingers.

Safe to say Lana was pretty sensitive. But of course, you don't stop there. Right now, you were holding a vibrator right against her clit. Her legs quivered as she depended on holding onto your shoulders and leaning her back against the windows.

"Oh, my god," Lana moaned, her voice shaky as she spoke, "your gonna make me cum again."

You pressed one of the control buttons on the vibrator and suddenly you were stopping Lana from falling to the floor. Her knees had buckled as the vibration pressed on her clit.

"Is that what you want? To cum? Are you just that greedy for an orgasm, Lana? Are two orgasms not enough for you?"

"Shit, baby," Lana groaned as you dragged the vibrator along the length of her sopping pussy. Your wife struggled to speak as her mind began to melt into nothingness, stammering over her words.

"Are you gonna let me cum? Please, let me," Lana bat her eyelashes at you, making a show of desperation just for you to let her cum on the vibe, "Please, please."

You pouted at her- almost mockingly -bringing your free hand to her cheek and caressing her skin. "You wanna cum?" You asked, grinning when Lana dumbly nodded her head, "Okay, baby. You can cum one more time before I fuck you with my cock."

"A-ah!" Lana's hips writhed against the vibe as she orgasmed on it. Her face scrunched, pleasure completely consuming her before her high very slowly subsided.

Your woman sighed as her eyes fluttered open, finding your smug smirk dawning on her. "Ready for more?"

Lana's breath hitched in her throat, her eyes darkening further, "more?" she whimpered.

****

"God, fuck!" Lana's body rocked against the window she now faced as you fucked her from the back, your hands massaging her tits, "I can't-- 'nymore...daddy, so sensitive."

The next time Lana whimpered as a broken stream of cum jet out of her sodden pussy. The build-up to the orgasm was so quick that Lana barely felt it, but it felt just as good, if not more.

Then Lana let out a scream, not even registering where your hands were wandering until your fingers started circling her clit tightly. Lana's ass pressed back against you, feeling more of your thick strap push into her with every thrust.

"Shit, daddy, don't stop, please, please. I'm gonna cum again!"

You groaned, feeling the way Lana clenched around your cock, milking you for all that you were worth, "God, Lan', this pussy feels so fucking good. You have-- such perfect pussy."

Lana's front continued to bump against the window, finding it hard to keep her balance as your thrusts never dulled and your fingers on her clit just kept circling and circling- just my god, she was losing her mind.

It was like a fog of 'im gonna cum' was forefront in her mind and everything else had just molten away. In this moment all that mattered was that she would get to cum again very soon.

With a tug on her hair, you pulled Lana in and rasped in her ear, "Cum on my cock, baby, make a mess."

At that, the dam broke, a strong stream of cum just gushing out of Lana's holes as pleasure crashes through her. She lets out a loud moan as she cums, gripping onto your forearm with one hand and her other pressed against the window, digging her fingertips into it.

Yo caught Lana's body by wrapping your arm around her hips as your lover's legs gave out from under her in her haze of desire. Then as Lana saw a small window of grounding she spoke, "One more, please. Make me cum again, daddy."

You chuckled as you started fucking into your wife again, your thrusts now more erratic than before. You kept your grip on Lana's hair and your hand on her tummy as you next spoke, "Yeah? You want me to keep fucking you like this? Where someone could look up and see their favorite singer get fucked by her wife? is that it?"

Lana grinned as she moaned, imagining all that you were saying to her, "God, yes, that's it. That's what i want, daddy-ugh! and you...you give it so well."

"Is that right? Have I fucked you so good that you want to show it off to the world- that you want to do this in front of a window so that every single one of your fans can look up and ogle the way you wrap around your favorite cock?" Lana mewled, leaning her forehead on the window with her eyes closed as she heaved in gulps of air.

Your wife's nipples brush against the cold window's glass surface, causing her mind to further mollify. God, you just always knew what to say, and how to touch her to push her into that safe, mindless space.

The coil in Lana's tummy was tightening rather quickly, and she was starting to feel the need to release again. Lana reached down and rubbed her clit vigorously, furthering the pleasure she felt to shove herself over the blissful edge of an orgasm more.

She wanted to cum. She wanted to cum for you. Yet to do that, she had to let you know first, "Daddy, I'm so- close. Please, let me!"

Thankfully as Lana spoke, you started to feel the build-up of your orgasm, your own words getting to you. The image- the thought -of someone actually seeing the two of you sharing an intimate moment such as this one turning you on more than it really should.

You could feel the pleasure in you begin to snap as you next spoke, "Fuck, Lan'- ugh! Cum with me, make a mess for daddy."

And that was what you both did, the mix of your cum and Lana's jetting to the carpet you both stood on. The thrusting of your hips slowed down a great deal as your high washed over you in a seemingly never-ending stream. Meanwhile, Lana's body was rigid while her legs were tense and quivering.

As soon as the fog in your mind faded, you pulled the soaked strap out of Lana's pussy and picked her up bridal style, laying her down on the bed as gently as you could so as to not disturb the ever-present fog in here mind.

Lana didn't even register the damp towel wiping down her body softly. She also didn't register the soft kisses littering her face. The only thing she did register was the warmth that soon enveloped her.

"How's that for exhibitionism?"

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[smalltownbigideas]

Hey, I'm Jupiter; please don't scroll! I'm a small town girl with big dreams of becoming an author or writer. I am also a singer, songwriter, and actress. I've been doing these things since 6, and I am now 18. And I wanted to get on here and promote my ideas and hopefully find a book deal or something like a show deal, as most of my ideas are amazing and I promise they aren't a waste of time. If you're interested, please DM me, share with more people, and follow me if you want to see future ideas. Please don't steal them.

I'd be telling you my ideas of TV shows, songs, and even posting some of my drawings. Thanks for reading

[irrelevancyy]

check out never whole on soundcloud now! coming to spotify soon!! 🖤

[olsenmyolsen]

Dinner with Scarlett, Brunch with Geneva, and a Tracklist with Fans

Part 42 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

Word Count: 6.6K

masterlist

Thank you once again to JPmarvel90 for the use of their character Jess Parker (from My Best Friends Sister). They're a great author and a kind person. Show them love, and I hope you enjoy this chapter <3

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Scarlett POV

"What are you laughing about?"

I look up from my phone to see Colin holding our baby boy, Cosmo.

"Lizzie and Y/N at the premiere." I look down at my phone and miss the confused look Colin has on his face. "You're laughing at our friends?"

He walks into my home office and looks over my shoulder as Cosmo babbles. "Look." I hold my phone up to him to show him a series of tweets about Y/N's phone wallpaper.

"No way!" Colin says in disbelief.

I nod and snicker as I look at a few more tweets before turning my phone over.

"So what's up?" I turn in my chair and look at my husband and son. The latter giggles as I poke his tummy.

"Not much," Colin says. "Coz and I were just missing Mom." He looks down at our son in his arms. "Isn't that right, buddy?"

Cosmo just smiles.

"Well, Mom is right here!" I blow a kiss to Colin and Cosmo. "But Mom is busy. She has to get ready for a meeting!"

"With Kate?" Colin asks, earning a nod. "With our Sephora launch and starter kit, it's just a lot of expanding."

Colin begins to walk to the office door. Humming to Cosmo. "I shouldn't be too much longer!" I say only to revive a laugh. "Scar, it's fine. Take as long as you want. I was coming to hang out and to remind you that Jess Parker is coming over tonight."

I freeze in my tracks and look away from my open laptop.

"No, Liz and Y/N are coming over tonight..."

Colin tilts his head. But he has a look that I hate to see.

He might be right.

"Are you sure?" Colin asks. I nod. "Here, I'll call Lizzie." I grab my phone and find Lizzie's contact. I place her on speaker and wait as the sound of ringing fills the room.

I look up, and Colin looks from his phone. He's texting someone.

Jess. He mouths.

"Oh, Hey, Scarlett!"  I hear Lizzie's voice, and just by the tone, I can tell she's smiling.

"Hey, Lizzie! How are you and the rockstar!? Did you see the news??" I smirk and swivel in my chair.

"Yeah, no, I saw Y/N's wallpaper."

I laugh. Y/N's totally gonna get it later from me and Lizzie.

Wait, that sounded dirty.. but I mean... have you seen those two?

"Hey, so sorry to call right after your premiere, but I was just wondering if you and Y/N were still on for dinner?"

"Yeah, of course, we're still on for dinner! Why did something come up?"

I look up to Colin. "Umm.." He flips the phone to face me, and I see a text exchange between him and my friend Jess. With the words: "Yep, I'll be there!"

"Shit," I say. "Shit?" Lizzie repeats back. "No! No.. Sorry! I- I double booked."

"Huh?" Lizzie says, making me quietly laugh. "I double booked dinner tonight with you and Y/N and my friend Jess Parker."

The other side of the line goes quiet.

"Jess Parker? The Jewelry maker? She's your friend?" Y/N speaks up for the first time all call.

"Yes?" I answer, unsure of where this is going, but I quickly find out when Lizzie brings the phone closer to her mouth.

"Scarlett Ingrid Johansson, do you mean to tell me you are friends with Jess Parker, and this has never come up? Not once? You've never once thought to introduce her to her very fashionable friend! Someone who walks the red carpet with you!"

"And me!" Y/N pipes up again.

I gulp. It's clear I've made a mistake.

I look up to Colin only to find him gone. The door to my office closed.

"I- uhhh..."

Before I can even say or think of any words to say, it's like in a blink of an eye, somehow I've time traveled, and I'm in a long sundress while I carry Cosmo to answer the front door for our first guest of the evening.

My long-time friend Jess Parker.

In a way, she's been like a sister to me. Sorry, Vanessa. But we've always been close. Not many people know that the reason I took the role in The Nanny Diaries was because of her.

And while living across the pound for some odd years, she has always been a sound support system. But now that she's back in New York after a long 18 months, it'll be nice to catch up. Oh, and to warn her that she's famous no matter how little she believes me.

I mean, Lizzie and Y/N want a piece of her work, apparently.

Oh shit, that means I have to warn Jess about them coming over too.

But before I can say anything, I'm pulled into a side hug by Jess just before she scoops up Cosmo from me. For a baby who normally screams his head off when someone new takes him, he remains quiet.

"You look so good!" Jess says as she takes her shoes off and looks back at me. Her English accent still on her tongue.

"You too!" I easily reply as I look her up and down. "Love the top!" Jess gives a little shake of her head that says, "eh."

She never was the best about compliments. Her and Lizzie are the same that way.

"So Scar, do you wanna tell me why you were trending earlier?"

Liz POV

Y/N and I are about to arrive in front of Scarlett's when Y/N looks up from her phone with a smile. "What's up?" I ask.

"I just can't believe it's almost here."

I can see on Y/N's phone that she just read an email from her label, which probably led to Y/N thinking about her livestream tomorrow night.

"Is the studio set up?" I question her about the set up the label put together for Y/N. Basically, the idea for the cover of the album started when Y/N had a dream about her and I on a beach flipping tarot cards.

Hence the original name of the album: tarot cards on the beach.

She described it as the most nerve-racking dream she has ever had, and I'm still unsure why.

But when she woke me up to tell me about it. I remember being cranky in the moment but ultimately happy for her.

Duh.

She then immediately got into contact with her old friend Cyrus and had the label commission a giant canvas of what the album would look like. It's going to be revealed live for the first time at midnight tomorrow, followed by Y/N sharing the tracklist.

I can only imagine her smiley, cute face when she sees the finished product.

Y/N nods. "Yeah, that's what the email was about. They have everything ready to go."

"Even the cards and CD's?" I raise an eyebrow. "Even the cards and CD's." She states.

Following the tracklist reveal, the studio wants Y/N, aka hex, to autograph specially made tarot cards that will go into the CDs for the first 500 people that preorder.

I promised to massage her hands for as long as she wanted after it was done.

"What?" Y/N asks, making me realize that I've been staring at her face. Her perfect face. "Do I have something on my face? Because I know you told me not to snack at the hotel, but I still did it."

I laugh and pretend to wipe crumbs off her lips before leaning in and kissing her.

"You're perfect."

"You're still cheesy." She says. "Learned it from you," I reply and look down at her outfit.

Since it's dinner with Scar, we didn't decide to go clits to wall decked out like we would if it was the twins. We know Scar and Colin are busy with baby Coz, so the fewer clothes that could get messy, the better.

Wait- basically, what I'm saying is that we're just going as cute casual! I'm in brown boots, jeans, and a long black sleeve, while Y/N is wearing wide-ankle khakis, her vans, and a long maroon button-up.

I wasn't sure about the outfit, but she picked it out, and knowing Y/N, she'll be trying to color with Rose anyways, so who cares.

"I like what you're wearing." I look back up to Y/N's eyes and slowly lean in. She does the same until our lips touch again.

"I think the label will push for an August release," Y/N says as she leans her head on my shoulder. "It's still summer, but I was expecting July."

"August is still good, right?" I ask, unsure of what Y/N really wants. "It is." She says. "I think I'm just ready to start some shows because every time I think about performing, I wanna throw up."

That's right.

She's going to be on the road sooner rather than later.

"Well, I'll be there with you," I say and hold her close. But Y/N chuckles, confusing me. "What?" She leans up and fiddles with the ring on her right hand. "I know you'll be there, and I love that, but I know you, and I don't want you to put off filming for me."

I look at her as if she doesn't see through me.

"What do you mean?" I look away from her eyes and clear my throat. "Liz..." She sighs. "I know about Azazel reaching out to you." I found her eyes, and they light up. "We both know I will probably be on the road if people want me to be. So please take any offer that comes your way. I'm mar- I'm in love with Elizabeth Olsen, the greatest Emmy-winning actress of our generation. Not Elizabeth Olsen, the-"

"Y/N." I stop her. "I get it." She leans in and kisses my nose, making me giggle. "Thank you." She says.

The car rolls to a stop in front of Scarlett's, and before Y/N moves away from me, I thank her for always being supportive and caring.

She said, "No, you." before jumping out of the car while laughing.

Y/N POV

"Oh shoot. Should we have brought wine or chocolates or anything?" I turn to Liz just after ringing the doorbell. She looks back at me with a look that says yes.

Shit.

"We should go." I turn my heels to walk away, but Liz grabs my arm and spins me around. "I think it's too late for that." We both know that, but it's not confirmed until the door swings open, and instead of a short blonde greeting us, it's an even shorter blonde.

"Auntie Lizzie!" Rose runs and jumps out of the doorway to Liz's legs with arms outstretched but stops when she sees me. "Auntie Y/N!" She squeals, making me smile.

Her and I are entirely different with one another since our first meeting.

But just like that, Lizzies runs as favorite aunt ends. I see the defeat on her face as the scorned look in her eyes washes over mini Scarlett and I, but- wait, what did Rosie say?

"Huh, Rose?" I ask as I bend down the child by my side. "I said you have to meet my favorite Auntie ever, JP!"

I look at Liz, who looks back to me. Who the hell is JP??

"Rose!" All three of our attentions turn to Mama Bear Scar as she steps out of the house to take Rosebud from me and place her on the ground. "How many times have I told you not to open the door?"

Rose hangs her head. Clearly, knowing that she shouldn't open the door without an adult present. "But I know it was Auntie Lizzie and Y/N." Rose cries.

Scarlett gets onto her knees in front of her daughter. "Rosie, look at me." Rose turns her head to look at her mother. Liz and I watching this interaction like statues. "I know that you know it was them. And that, yes, they are safe people, but still, it is better to be safe than sorry. I'd hate for anything to happen to you." Rose nods. "I love you." Scarlett pulls her daughter close and smiles when a smaller, quieter "I love you too." happens.

Rose pulls out of the hug and looks at her mom. "Can I hang out with Auntie Liz and Y/N?" She asks, earning a nod from Scarlett. "Yes, you can."

And just like that, I have Rose by my side as she points at every little thing in the hallway as if I've never been here before.

"Is that a chatterbox I hear?" Another woman's voice surprises Liz and me as we enter the kitchen. As soon as our eyes see the person, we immediately remember. "Auntie JP! Look, I brought friends!" Rose smiles proudly and makes a grand gesture with her arms.

"I see that!" Auntie JP, aka Jess Parker, says as she comes up and makes a goofy face at Rosie before turning to Liz and I. "Hi!" She says as she extends her hands to Liz first. "It's nice to meet you finally." Jess smiles widely at Liz as Liz returns the greeting.

Rose watches the interaction with glee as Jess turns to me. "You must be Y/N." She extends her hand to me as well before leaning closer to whisper: "Scarlett, let it slip that you have a huge crush on her."

Immediately, I groan and turn around to the older woman, but she puts her hands up. "Hey, look at Twitter and tell me what's true!" I roll my eyes away to see Colin laughing as he fixes Liz a drink. "Yeah, yeah, keep laughing, Jost."

I narrow my eyes before Rose grabs onto Jess and I. "I want to show you my new coloring book! It's in my room!" Liz turns her head at this. "Can I come, Rose?" Rose thinks before walking away. "No, thank you."

As comedic as Rosie is, I see Liz's face falls. So, instead of having Rose pull Jess and me away, I crouch down to her. "Hey, Rosie, how about you go grab all your art supplies and books, and we can color them at the table before we have to get ready for dinner. How does that sound?"

Rose thinks and agrees before pouting a little. "Can you see my room later, too? I got some of new toys of momma."

Jess crouches next to me and nods to encourage Rose. "That sounds great." Rose nods and runs to grab her things.

"Drink?" Colin asks as I turn around. "Yes, please," I say as I stand by my wife sitting at the kitchen island. "Damn, I can't believe I'm old news now." Liz jokes as Scarlett brings in baby Cosmo. "I doubt that," I say as I kiss the top of her head. Liz shrugs. "You and Jess seem to have it pretty covered."

From the tone, I can tell there's more under the surface.

But before anything can spill from my mouth, Scarlett hands me a babbling baby boy. "Carefully, he's rigged to blow any minute." I grimace but hold Cosmo steady. "Gee, thanks." Scarlett winks at me. "Want me to talk to her?" Scarlett asks Liz in regards to Rosie. Liz lightly laughs and shakes her head. "She's a kid. She's fine."

Scarlett gives a flat smile as Colin places a drink before me and Jess across the island.

"Be honest..." Scarlett starts. "How many pictures of Natasha do you have on your phone?"

I sigh. "I don't know. Enough to have a folder..." I shrug. This only makes Scarlett smile wider. "Can I see?" She wiggles her eyebrows. "I'd die before I let that happen."

Scarlett looks me up and down. "Put me in a red wig, and I think you would."

I look around the room and see no help on the defense. My girlfriend sips her drink, knowing that she'd rather sit with jealously than engage in between Scarlett and I.

"So Lizzie..." Jess speaks up. "You had a movie premiere today, and now you're here? Slumming it with us? What's up with that?" Scarlett watches her friend tease effortlessly with a smile, and as my girlfriend answers, I watch Scarlett's eyes shift from one friend to the other.

I had no idea Scarlett even knew of Jess Parker, but looking at them side by side, I can see a similarity between them.

I tune into the conversation just as Liz speaks my mind. "Well, what about you, Miss Jess Parker! Word has it closed up shop, but after eighteen months, you're here slumming it with us! I had no idea Scarlett, and you were so close! I mean, I know you designed the Infinity Gauntlet piece Scar wore at the Endgame premiere, but..." I chime in. "We could've used your jewelry on the red carpet earlier this week."

"And tonight!" Scarlett makes a point.

Jess smiles and takes a sip of her Moscow mule. "Basically, I missed home."

"New York?" I question. Jess nods. "I was overseas with my Dad and stepmom, taking time off to find myself." Scarlett pipes up as she wraps an arm around Jess. "A horrible ex who never have to speak about ever again." Jess nods and gags. "The worst. But yes, now I'm back home. Close to Scar again-"

"I'm sorry." I interrupt. "How long have you and Scarlett known each other?"

Scarlett takes the question.

"We grew up together." This information shocks Liz and I, but my mouth works faster than I can stop the words. "Cool. And you never meant to mention this??"

"Babe-" Liz tries to stop me while laughing. "Liz, we could've been wearing Jess Parker this entire time! Do you know how hot you would've looked with a Scarlet Witch Crown!"

I shake my head to make my thoughts pure again.

Everyone laughs, including Cosmo, as he spits up disgusting me just as Rose enters the room, pretending to laugh like she knew what was going on. "Got 'em!" She says as she holds up her supplies and books.

"That's great, Rose! We'll meet you at the table." Rose happily turns to the table at Jess' words as Scarlett takes her baby from me.

"Well, rumor has it the shop might be open again." Jess makes a face to Liz and I as she sips on her drink with a grin before joining Rose.

"Oh, she's fun!" Liz says as she turns back to Scar and Colin. "Fun, huh?" I'm quickly met with a green-eyed glare. "Noted," I say as I take my drink to color with Rose and Jess.

"Wow, Rose!" I say as she is coloring a picture of The Black Widow. Jess coloring in Hawkeye. "I didn't know you had an Avengers book!" Rose looks up at me with an are you serious look. "Yeah." She says before handing me a page. "You can do this one."

It's a picture of The Scarlet Witch.

"I tried asking for it, but she wanted you to color it so you could give it to Aunt Lizzie," Jess says with a smile while also doing a pretty good impression of Rose that the child ignores. I look up at her and laugh.

"Thank you, Rose." I turn to the small blonde. "No problem." She replies.

"Hey, Rosie?" I say as I pick up a red colored pencil. "Yeah?" She looks at me. "I can do this picture, but I think Aunt Lizzie would really appreciate it if you made something for her that was an original piece."

Rose looks away as she thinks before grabbing a blank piece of paper. Paper that looks like she easily took it from a copier somewhere in this house. "Like flowers? She's pretty like flowers."

"Yeah. That's a good idea, Rose."

Pretty like flowers.

I immediately store that line in my head for another day.

As Rose gets to work on a 2-D paper bouquet for my girlfriend, I look up and see Liz fully engaged in a conversation about whatever Colin is talking about.

My eyes travel down her face to her hands.

"Hey, Jess?" I whisper before looking her way. "Yeah?" She whispers back with a smile. "Could I have your number?" Jess widens her eyes a bit before looking in the direction of the other adults. "That's kinda bold of you, don't ya think?"

I give her a confused look before hearing my own words. "Omg no." I continue whispering. "I heard a rumor that maybe your shop was open."

Jess makes an ah sound. "Yeah, and?" I take one last look up at Liz before turning to Jess.

"I'm thinking about a ring."

Jess' lips immediately curl up into a wide smile as she can't help it. "Omg yes!" She jots down her number on a piece of paper, and tears off the strip before tossing it to me. I quickly shove it into my pocket before anyone else can notice.

No one does, but the only person in between us. Rose.

I think nothing of it before remembering that kids talk about anything and everything, and my name and a ring would spill at some point.

"You're getting a ring?" She asks at kid volume, but luckily, no one else heard. "Yes," I whisper. "I want to get Aunt Lizzie a ring, but no one else can know about it." I plead with my eyes at the sweet little Rose.

She nods her head. "Okay." She says innocently enough as her red colored pencils makes contact with the page.

"Legos," She says moments later. "Legos?" I question, indirectly forcing Rose to grace me with her presence. "Legos for the secret."

Jess watches the shake-down happen.

I slowly nod. "Legos," I repeat, unaware that Liz and Scarlett were joining us at the table. "Legos! We're talking about Legos?!" Scarlett asks as she kisses her daughter's head before looking over Jess' drawing. "Yeah! Auntie Y/N said she's going to get me legos once the school year is over!"

Suddenly, all eyes are on me.

"If it's okay with you, Scar," I say as Jess holds back a laugh. Who knew kids were this scary!! Scarlett shrugs. "Sure. We love legos!"

"Legos! We're talking about Legos?!" Colin asks as he enters the room with a freshly changed Cosmo. "Old news, Jost, keep up!" Jess says, making me laugh as Liz sits down next to me.

"Ooh, now, who is this!" She grabs and holds up my colored page of her Marvel character. "I don't know, but she looks pretty hot!" I jump my eyebrows up as I get a playful eye roll back.

"Please, we all know who you really want." Scarlett bites back as she smirks at me.

God, damn Johansson and that smirk.

_

Dinner came and went with much harassment from Scarlett and her endless run of jokes. While funny, my cheeks might've been painted red by the end. Although I know for a fact she wasn't joking when she said she had a Black Widow suit upstairs.

I'm pretty certain my hand was going to break from how hard Liz was holding me.

Anyways, conversations flowed well, and Colin talked to Liz and me about SNL with Benedict this weekend and how fun that'd be. I then realized that I'd be in the same room with Benedict and how I would restrain myself from trying to get him to say penguin.

I also told Liz she should try hosting SNL, which was tabled for another time.

Jess also talked about how she'd love to make jewelry for Liz and me and our upcoming events—so stay tuned for that. _

"Babe, there's no way you're still jealous after last night!"

Liz scoffs as she pulls on the handle to the restaurant, letting me through first. "Jealous?" She scoffs again. "Who said I was jealous?"

"Me!" I point to myself with my thumb. "All because sweet little Rosebud wanted to sit next to me. Hang out with me. Only talk to me! All last night! You got stuck with a gassy Cosmo." I say with glee as we see William and Geneva stand up from their table in the corner of the restaurant to greet us. "Yeah, because Legos were promised. Oh, and let's not forget about Scarlett's friend!" Liz says as her jaw tightens. "And yes, Jess Parker was very nice. I'm glad Scarlett introduced the two of you. Being chatty and all." Liz says as she waves her hand around, and I know I'm immorally pushing the buttons here. Especially when I say. "Pretty, too."

Liz turns to me, and even through her sunglasses, I can see her glaring at me. "Stop, okay. Fine. Let's say I was jealous, but I have no reason to be right now because I'm Geneva's favorite."

I nod my head and agree. "Yeah... for now." I smugly say as I pass her to greet William first while she hugs Geneva before we switch. "Y/N, sit here!" Geneva pulls out the chair to the right of her. "Okay!" I say with a smile as I turn back to Liz to see her flummoxed.

She wasn't expecting that, but being the polite angel she is, she graciously pulls out the chair and sits across from Geneva.

"Hey, you two are matching!" William points out to Liz and Geneva, who are both wearing their LA Dodgers hats. "Yeah!" Liz says as she removes her sunglasses to glance at me. "I knew I had to match with Geneva today! You know..." She glances. "Had to make someone jealous."

Geneva laughs as she sees me roll my eyes.

William notices, too, but chooses not to comment on it.

"Oh. I hope it's alright, but I ordered a round of coffee for the table. I don't know what you two might've gotten up to last night."

Liz and I thank William and let him know that he's definitely speaking to the two most homebodied people who just so happen to have a certain celebrity status. This makes Geneva laugh again before asking Liz about her garden.

Liz happily answers any question Geneva has, and the conversation flows from one topic to another.

The waitstaff come by periodically, and it's always funny to see the different looks from the surrounding customers as they recognize us.

I know I saw a few phones take some pictures; it's annoying, but that's the life I want to have. It comes with a price. But anytime I did catch someone snagging a pic, I made sure to glare their way.

Not for me or Liz. But for Geneva. She's 15. She doesn't need to be posted all over the internet, first off. And secondly. I'm sure her being pictured with Elizabeth Olsen and myself would bring a particular stress she doesn't need.

"So, Geneva, how was the camping trip?" Liz finally asks the one question I know she has been keeping in her back pocket. And just like Liz said, Geneva's face lights up. "Oh my God, I have to show you pictures. It was so cool!"

As Geneva picks up her phone and begins scrolling, mine begins vibrating in my pocket. I think about checking, but I ignore it and choose to remain present in the conversation as Geneva's phone gets handed to me.

I lean over closer to Liz and begin swiping to the left on her photo album titled 🌲 Oregon Trip 🌲

"Oh my gosh, look at that one!" I say as we swipe by a selfie of Geneva at the top of a waterfall. "That's a stunning picture! Where is that?" Liz says as she looks up to Geneva, but her finger points to an object in the picture.

It's an LA Dodgers hat.

I nudge Liz with my leg under the table before handing Liz the phone to reach mine as it starts vibrating again.

"Sorry," I say to the group as I check the Caller ID: Bo.

"Shit," I say before looking at Geneva. "Sorry." She shrugs. "That's fine. I curse, too. Fuck. See?" She says deadpan before breaking out into a smile, making me and Liz laugh while her dad scolds her. "Honey, don't do that." She shrugs again.

"Who is it?" Liz asks as my screen goes black. "It's Bo." I think he's calling me back to give me the final word on what the album will be titled." I sigh. "I don't think the studio likes the I keep pushing back." Liz brings her hand gently onto my arm before rubbing it up and down. The action, while comforting, reminds me that we're not alone.

"Sorry. Geneva, you were saying?" I question, but William stops me. "Hey, if you have an important phone call, we're more than happy to wait or let you take it." I shake my head. "I don't want to be r-" Before I can finish my sentence, my phone starts vibrating on the table.

"Take it," Liz says to me with a pointed look. William nods in agreement. "Go! Don't worry, I'll have more photos to share!" Geneva smiles at me before focusing on her chocolate chip pancakes. "This place is always so good." She looks to her dad.

"Go." Liz practically shoves me out of my seat with love and care. I nod to the table and let them know that I'll "be right back." As I answer the phone.

"Hey, Bo!"

"You know I called you two other times."

"Uh oh, someone's cranky," I say as I wave to the hostess who waved at me. Good thing Liz didn't see that.

I hear Bo grumble on the other side of the call as I exit the restaurant and begin walking around the parking lot.

"I'm not cranky." He says. "Well then, let me guess, someone got Decaf this morning?" I know I hit the nail on the head when he doesn't immediately quip back. "Come on, who's your favorite!" I tease with a smile.

"Anyways..." He starts making me awww. "Would you like to know what happened in the meeting a few minutes ago, or should we keep joking around?"

Liz POV

As I look back from the hostess waving at Y/N, I'm met with the smirk of a 15-year-old.

"Does that happen a lot?" She asks before stabbing a strawberry with her fork. "Does what happen?" I ask, pretending to be clueless. "Girls throwing themselves at Y/N." Geneva dramatically falls onto the table.

William clears his throat as a warning to Geneva just in case she's crossing a line. But she's not. Because. "No. It doesn't."

Geneva makes a questioning hum.

"Okay, I'll bite. What?" I ask, tilting my head. But the teen just smiles and smirks again.

"Okay, Wanda." She takes a sip of her water. "I was just saying that you had a certain look of jealousy in your eye. I mean, I get it hex is very attractive-" "Geneva."

"Dad." She mocks back. "Elizabeth knows." I breathe out. "For the last time, it's Lizzie." I chuckle. "And yes, I do know. But that doesn't mean every girl throws themselves at Y/N."

(A/N: They do)

Geneva puts her hands up in surrender. "I was just saying." William leans over and apologizes for his daughter in a very teasing way, making Geneva defend herself, leading to her and her dad playfully arguing.

It's cute, but it does make me think about my father. It's been months since I've seen him or spoken to him, and yet I wonder what he's doing right now. I know he misses me, but is he truly sorry?

Y/N has moved on from how he treated her, but I can't.

He hurt me and someone I love—bottom line.

"Elizabeth?" Geneva pulls me out of my thoughts. "It's Lizzie." She smiles back, loving this back-and-forth we have. "Sorry." She makes a very sarcastic gesture as she rolls her eyes. "Lizzie?"

"Yes?"

"D-do you think.. Do you think Y/N would follow my Instagram?"

Okay, maybe Y/N IS everyone's favorite.

"I just love you and her so much. And since you don't have any social media anymore, it'd be really cool! Plus, I love her music! And we are all forming this fanfic kinda bond right now, so it seems like-" I hold my hand to let Geneva catch her breath.

I take a glance at William, who shrugs.

"I'm sure she wouldn't mind, but try asking her." Geneva nods and grabs her phone. "Okay!" She immediately gets up and runs out to speak to Y/N.

"Oh wait, Geneva.. I didn't... mean now... she's gone."

"And then there were two." William laughs as he leans back into the wooden chair of the restaurant. Rubbing the grey hairs, he has under his neck. "How long do you think she'll be?"

"I was just about to ask you." I chuckle while William smiles before leaning forward with his elbows on the table. He clears his throat before taking a full of coffee.

"This is a lovely place you and Geneva picked. I've never been here before." I say as my eyes dart around the fun interior. "Yeah. Geneva and I have been coming here since she was about 2." My eyes widen a bit. "Oh wow!"

William nods. "Course, she only remembers it only being just the two of us."

Oh!?

"There was someone else before?" I cautiously ask. Curiosity getting the best of me. William nods again. "Clara. Geneva's mother." There's sadness as he says her name.

"Excuse me for asking. But has she passed?" William doesn't take offense and only offers a shake of the head. "No." He sighs. "I don't think anything will kill that woman." Again, he rubs his shaven beard. "She's not in our lives."

"Oh.. By choice?" He nods. "Ours." Referring to him and Geneva. "Geneva has always been a bright girl. Smarter than me. Funnier than most. She's the type not to be afraid to show off what makes her, her."

I nod along to his words and smile. It's true. I barely know this father and teenager, but everything he's saying is true.

William takes a breath and sniffles as he continues speaking. "Clara did not like that. Especially when Geneva was discovering who she is." I raise my eyebrows and make an ahh noise.

"I used to work a lot more than I do now, so I was blind to it."

I tilt my head and bring my body forward against the table. When William moves his face upward, I can see the light of the morning sun bounce off the water in his eyes.

I hesitate to ask... "Did she ever-?" William stops me before I can finish. "She never laid a hand on her. But the verbal assault was enough." A shaky breath escapes him. "What kind of parent does that?" He asks me.

Once again. I can't help but think of my father.

"It only got worse when Geneva was brave enough to come out and tell us that she was gay." William clears his throat again. "And maybe another reason she did it was to show she wasn't going to change. Or maybe she did it because she truly thought it would change Clara."

William sighs with a shrug.

"Of course, I accepted her, and I thought my wife did too..." He shakes his head. Still hurt. "But one week later, she was trying to send our tween off to a conversion camp."

He pauses.

"I never looked at the person I married the same way after that." He picks up the napkin in his lap and runs it over his nose as I blink away the tears in the corners of my eyes. "I had a point when I started this, I promise." William cracks. "I could tell." I light-heartedly joke back. He smiles.

"Geneva is one hell of a kid. One in a million. And she likes you and your girlfriend. And hell, for some reason, it looks like you like us too." I smile and nod. "And she may look tough as nails, but she's still a kid, at least to me. My girl." He says. "So please be careful with her."

I nod with a sniffle."I can promise you that Y/N and I only want to be the best for her." I take a second. "She's a brave kid. She helped me be brave, too."

William smiles.

"Jesus..." I ran a hand through my hair. "It sounds like we're adopting her." William belly laughs at that.

Y/N POV

"They pushed. They want it to be like a real debut album. And since this is more than an EP, they're making you go self-titled. hex." Bo says on the other side.

I sigh. This isn't the worst, and I know I should be grateful for this opportunity. So I breathe out and smile. "Okay. Timetable?" I ask.

"Late Summer," Bo says as he looks at a stack of papers in front of him. "August."

I turn around when I feel the eyes of someone on me. I quietly laugh when I see an out-of-breath Geneva.

I quickly wave to her as she waves back.

"And did they say anything about a tour?" I raise an eyebrow with interest.

I hear Bo go quiet.

"Ten shows to start. With you going self-titled, your livestream tonight and if depending on your sales once released, they'll add more."

I nod to his words, but I hate the roadblocks I have placed in front of that I must maneuver to please men in suits.

"But you get to pick where you want the tour to start."

It makes me smile because I instantly think about my Dad and where to play. "Nashville. Anywhere you can fit me."

When the call ends minutes later, Geneva politely holds her phone out to me, and I press follow.

Saturday Morning May 7th

Billboard Today "Fans of newcomer hex showed up in force just after midnight last night to see the drop for the tracklist to the artist's debut album. The livestream,which many thought was going to be small, was watched by over 200,000 people. Oh, and what about the songs, you ask? It looks like the album is going to be a solid eleven songs. But just before signing off,hex let it slip that there may be more in the future. Deluxe album, maybe?"

PopCrave "Artist hex debuted their tracklist for their debut album hex last night to awaiting fans. Check out the photo below from the livestream!" photo

MusicStarsNow "In a series of tweets starting with a profile picture change. Artist hex shows fans who missed last night's livestream the painting of the album cover commissioned by a friend of the artist Cyrus Wilcott. Followed by eleven tweets. Each one being a track title with short information about the song. However, the final tweet only contained the song title. Other than that, no release date has been given, but we hope for a summer release!"

Twitter

A/N: Hey, everyone. Sorry, this took a while! But it's here now with a lot going on! The next chapter will probably skip to the time the album drops. So see you next time! I hope you enjoyed it! Be safe, and drink some water!

Also, below is the real tracklist Fake album. Real songs. ________________________________

Track#. Track Name . (Real Artist)

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hex by hex . 1. Too Bad . (King Princess)

2. My Silver Lining . (First Aid Kit)

3. Nashville . (CMAT)

4. The Last One . (First Aid Kit)

5. Hospital . (Madison Cunningham)

6. Oh Wasn't It Fun . (hex)

7. Graves . (Hand Habits)

8. Always, Joni . (Trousdale)

9. Big Time . (Angel Olsen)

10. Leaning On You . (HAIM)

11. Wishful Thinking . (Gracie Abrams)

[kathlare]

the sushi test

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: In Bahrain after the season opener, Lando faces an intimidating dinner with Checo, Amelie's protective brother-in-law. Through a tense meal and unspoken challenges, he proves his dedication to their relationship, enduring subtle tests of character and even sushi he despises.

Wordcount: 1.1 k

Warnings: just fluff

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March 2nd, 2024 - Sakhir, Bahrain

The dim lights of the upscale sushi restaurant in Bahrain cast a warm glow across the table, but Lando felt anything but cozy. Sitting across from Checo Pérez, who had a calm yet unreadable expression on his face, he was suddenly acutely aware of just how much trouble he could be in.

They had been in Bahrain for the season opener, and the weekend had gone well for both of them—Checo had finished P2, and Lando had secured a respectable P5 for McLaren. Checo had casually invited him to dinner afterward, a rare off-night between races, and Lando had thought nothing of it.

Until now.

He glanced at the menu, his stomach sinking. Sushi. Lando hated fish, and Checo had to know that.

—You like sushi, right?— Checo asked with a knowing smile, his tone light but with an edge that made Lando sweat.

—Uh, yeah. Love it,— Lando lied, forcing a grin. He fiddled with the edge of the menu, avoiding Checo's gaze.

—Good. This place is excellent. Stella and I come here whenever we’re in Bahrain.—

Lando nodded, trying to seem unfazed, but his mind was racing. This wasn’t just a casual dinner, and he knew it. Ever since he and Amelie had told their families about their relationship last week, Checo had been... watchful. Protective. And Lando couldn’t blame him.

Checo had known Amelie since she was a kid. She was his sister-in-law, yes, but it was more than that—Checo had seen her grow up, through all her ups and downs, and he had every reason to be cautious about the guy dating her. Especially when that guy had a messy history with her.

Lando took a sip of water, trying to calm his nerves as the waiter returned with their order.

—We’ll do the chef’s omakase selection,— Checo said confidently, handing the menus back.

Lando’s stomach dropped further. He didn’t even know what omakase meant, but he was sure it was going to involve a lot of fish.

—So,— Checo began, leaning back in his chair. —How’s Amelie doing in Singapore? Must be tough, being so far apart so often.—

Lando nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. —She’s doing great. Tonight’s show was a big one, and she said the crowd was amazing. She’s... really happy.— His face softened at the thought of her, and for a moment, his nerves eased.

Checo studied him, his sharp gaze not missing a thing. —You two seem serious.—

—We are,— Lando replied, his voice steady despite the weight of Checo’s scrutiny.

—Good. Because she deserves serious,— Checo said, his tone firm.

The first course arrived, a beautifully plated selection of sashimi. Lando stared at the raw fish, his stomach flipping for an entirely different reason now.

—Go ahead,— Checo said, gesturing to the plate.

Lando picked up his chopsticks, determined not to flinch. He carefully picked up a piece of tuna, silently praying it wouldn’t make him gag, and popped it into his mouth.

—Mmm,— he managed, chewing as quickly as possible and forcing a smile.

Checo raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. —You like it?—

—Yeah. It’s... great.—

Checo smirked, taking a bite of his own food. —You know, I wasn’t thrilled when Stella told me about you two. After what happened in 2021... I wasn’t sure you were the right guy for her.—

Lando’s shoulders tensed, but he nodded, swallowing hard. —I get that. I screwed up back then. And I’ve regretted it every day since.—

Checo didn’t respond immediately, his dark eyes weighing Lando’s words. —She’s been through a lot, Lando. More than most people know. And she’s worked hard to get where she is. If you’re not all in, you should walk away now.—

—I am all in,— Lando said firmly, his eyes meeting Checo’s. —Look, I know I’ve made mistakes, but I’ve learned from them. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make her happy.—

For a moment, there was silence between them, broken only by the quiet murmur of the restaurant. Then, to Lando’s surprise, Checo’s expression softened slightly.

—Alright,— he said, his tone lighter. —But if you hurt her again, you’ll be dealing with me.—

Lando nodded quickly. —Understood.—

The rest of the dinner passed with less tension, though Lando continued to choke down sushi with a straight face. By the time they left the restaurant, he felt like he’d survived a race all over again.

Back in his hotel room, he immediately FaceTimed Amelie. She answered after a few rings, her face lighting up when she saw him.

—Hey, how was dinner?— she asked, pulling her hair into a messy bun as she settled on her couch.

—Your brother-in-law is terrifying,— Lando said, flopping onto the bed dramatically.

Amelie laughed, her eyes sparkling. —What did he do?—

—He took me to a sushi place. Made me eat all this raw fish, knowing I hate it.—

She burst into laughter, clutching her stomach. —Oh my God, he’s such an ass. He knows you hate fish! He was just messing with you!—

—Of course he was,— Lando groaned, running a hand through his hair.

Amelie’s laughter softened, and she looked at him with a mix of amusement and affection. —Don’t take it personally. He’s just protective. But if he didn’t like you, he wouldn’t have invited you to dinner in the first place.—

—So that was... approval?— Lando asked, raising an eyebrow.

—In Checo’s way, yeah. He wouldn’t have wasted his time otherwise.—

Lando let out a dramatic sigh, draping an arm over his eyes. —Great. Glad to know I earned his seal of approval by enduring a sushi hazing ritual.—

Amelie giggled, her voice warm and teasing. —You’re so dramatic. He’s not that bad. But hey, at least you got through it without gagging.—

—Barely. I think he enjoyed watching me squirm, though. He kept giving me this smug look every time I took a bite.— Lando peeked at her through his arm, his lips twitching into a smirk. —You know, you could’ve warned me. A little heads-up would’ve been nice.—

—Where’s the fun in that?— she teased, her grin mischievous. —Besides, you handled it like a champ. I’m proud of you, sushi boy.—

—Don’t call me that. Never again,— he groaned, but his laughter gave him away.

Amelie propped her chin on her hand, her expression softening. —Seriously, though. Thank you for putting up with him. I know how intimidating he can be, but it means a lot to me that you’re willing to go through all of that for... us.—

Lando’s teasing demeanor faded, replaced by a tender smile. —Of course I am. You’re worth it, Ames. Every awkward dinner, every overprotective brother-in-law... I’d do it all a hundred times over.—

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she bit her bottom lip, trying to hide her smile. —You’re gonna make me cry, and I have another show tomorrow. Can’t be puffy on stage, Norris.—

—Can’t have that, can we?— he teased gently. —Wouldn’t want Taylor Swift to revoke your opener privileges.—

She rolled her eyes playfully, but the love in her gaze was unmistakable.

There was a beat of comfortable silence before Lando spoke again, his voice softer this time. —I meant what I said to Checo, you know. I’m all in with you, Amelie. I don’t want to mess this up.—

Her expression turned serious, her eyes glistening slightly. —I know you are. And I’m all in, too. We’ve been through a lot to get here, Lando, but I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else.—

They held each other’s gaze through the screen, the distance between them momentarily forgotten.

After a moment, Amelie broke the silence with a teasing grin. —But seriously, next time he invites you to dinner, insist on tacos. You’ll win him over even faster.—

Lando chuckled, shaking his head. —Noted. Tacos over sushi, got it. But if I end up eating crickets or something, I’m blaming you.—

—Deal.—

They talked for a little while longer, their conversation filled with laughter and the kind of warmth that came from years of knowing each other. When they finally said goodnight, Lando felt lighter, the lingering tension from dinner replaced with a deep sense of contentment.

As he lay back in bed, staring at the ceiling, he couldn’t help but smile. He might have endured a sushi gauntlet and a grilling from Checo, but in the end, it was worth it. For Amelie, he’d do it all—and more.

[piastrixpole]

CRUSH! - Franco Colapinto

pairing: franco colapinto x reader

genre: smau

faceclaim: alessi rose

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[no-144444]

the disgraced pop princess

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summary: oscar is your salvation after things go horribly wrong

pairing: oscar piastri (no.81) x singer! reader

warnings: TALK OF SA and cyberbullying

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user15: This is all her fault. She's a bad person

-> user16: Where did you get that from? An anonymous twitter account?

user14: I AM A CHILD OF DIVORCE

Alexy/l/n: ❤️❤️❤️

CharlesOBrien: the end.

DarrelBowser: fin.

user82: WTF.

user45: how could she ruin this? doesn't she care about the fans?

-> user38: you have no idea what happened? stfu

oscarpiastri: GUYS I'M FREAKING OUT RN WTF.

-> user55: WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

-> logansargeant: he's been a WINGS fan since he was a teenager. He's been in love with Y/n Y/l/n name since he was like 15.

-> landonorris: Can confirm he's having a breakdown rn.

-> alexalbon: It's all too much for little oscar piastri

->zbrown: Zandvoort is fucked isn't it? @/landonorris @/oscarpiastri

-> landonorris: Sadly, yes.

-> oscarpiastri: VERY MUCH SO, YES.

user90: oscar piastri being a WINGS fan was not on my 2024 bingo card tbh.

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BREAKING NEWS! POPULAR MUSIC GROUP ‘WINGS’ HAVE ANNOUNCED THE END OF THEIR WORLD TOUR, AND THEIR BAND! 

Speculation has been flying for weeks due to various sources giving people an inside look into popular music group ‘Wings’. Many fans have been left wondering in recent weeks as the band has been seen arguing on stage, not speaking to each other off-stage, and even some of them have been refusing to go on and perform. Many people have been trying to point fingers to who’s at fault for the end of this historic music group, and  various pieces of evidence against the front woman Y/n Y/l/n, the singer, songwriter, and lead bass guitarist of the group. Many pieces against her have been posted to the popular anonymous twitter account  ‘@/anonymousmail’, detailing how she has been treating the rest of the band badly, by not letting them write their own music, becoming too controlling over the band, and even going as far as to threaten other members of the band. 

Late last night after their last of 5 shows in Las Vegas at the historical Westgate Las Vegas Resort & Casino, where rock and roll legend, Elvis Presley played for years, the front woman Y/n Y/l/n posted a photo of her hugging her brother (and fellow band member), Alex Y/l/n with the caption ‘the end of it all. 12 year old me is crying. so is 22 year old me. bye for now and ever.’. On stage, they announced they were parting ways and were all in tears as they left. 

This looks like the end for the group, and this publication is sad to see them go. We wish them all good luck, and we will keep our readers posted on any drama from the unravelling group. 

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BREAKING NEWS! ‘WINGS’ LEAD GUITARIST SPEAKS OUT AGAINST Y/N Y/L/N!

In a new-deleted instagram story, the lead guitarist of the band called out Y/n Y/l/n with this statement 

‘Good f*****g riddance to that b***h . F******g fame-hungry c**t who could never sing for s**t. Good f**k tho’

This left fans shocked, as Y/l/n has said in the past that they were ‘all friends and would always respect each other, even if the band broke up’ (2021 interview with Vogue). Many people have shipped the two online due to their flirty stage-presence and good banter in interviews, but they always vehemently denied the claims that they were together. In other shocking news, it seems the rest of the band Charles O’Brien (lead guitarist), Alex Y/l/n (new lead singer, ‘Wings’ second guitarist), Darrel Brown (drummer), and Axel Smith (new bass guitarist) will be continuing on with ‘Wings’ as this was posted to the band social media account just days after their announced split. 

Y/n Y/l/n has refused to comment and all her social media accounts have gone dark. We’ll keep you updated!

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comments

user12: ZAK BROWN IS WILDIN

user59: HE GETS US, BRING BACK THE REAL WINGS

landonorris: bro plz don't jump wtf

alexalbon: we're here for you buddy :)

logansargeant: he's crying in my driver's room rn. he's unconsolable.

-> user90: bro is DOWN BAD.

mclaren: Please don't crash the car Oscar. We'll bribe you.

-> user47: this is insane.

User58: hey so you're crazy.

georgerussel: We're here for you mate :(

lewishamilton: Missing WINGS rn.

user83: i feel bad that oscar just found out his celebrity crush is a bad person :(

-> user33: phone down. NOW. it's an anonymous twitter account with no credibility.

user55: what Charles said about her was mental.

-> oscarpiastri: AGREED. I ALWAYS HATED HIM.

-> landonorris: PUBLIC ACCOUNT.

-> WINGSfanno1: ur right, my b. AGREED. I ALWAYS HATED HIM.

-> user88: no way oscar piastri has a WINGS fan account 🤣🤣🤣

hater66: I hate Y/n, oscar should too.

hater36: she's a slut and an awful person.

hater22: Y/N Y/L/N HATE CLUB!

->hater82: me too!

->hater100: me too!

->hater3792: me too!

->hater38: me too!

->hater202: me too!

->hater26: me too!

->hater77: me too!

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BREAKING NEWS! Y/N Y/L/N IS SET TO BE ATTENDING THE DUTCH GRAN PRIX THIS WEEKEND!

According to anonymous sources, Y/n Y/l/n will be attending the Dutch Gran Prix this weekend. This comes as a shock since she's deactivated her instagram, most likely due to the break-up of her band. The rest of WINGS will also be in attendance, all as guest of McLaren, whereas Y/n is a guest of Sir. Lewis Hamilton, in the Mercedes garage. They have been seen in public recently and have been sparking dating rumours, despite their age difference. Many fans are now speculating that another reason the band broke up is the supposed cheating rumours. Y/l/n was apparently dating lead guitarist Charles O'Brien, but cheated on him with 7 time World Champion, Lewis Hamilton. Their paparazzi photos certainly seem to paint a picture...

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You woke up puffy-eyed and angry. 3 days ago, you were on tour living your life to the fullest, singing and touring with your best friends, and your chosen family. At least, that's what you thought they were. It turns out they'd all been trying to get you out of the band that you started, for a couple of months now. They'd been lying to the press about you, making every little thing you did seem worse than it was, and your 'best friend' Charles O'Brien decided it was time to get you drunk enough to sleep with him.

You felt used. Every time you four went in for a record session, a new contract, a new show, you were told that you were the only reason the band was famous. You were the real talent.You were the moneymaker. You always brushed it off, telling them that you were so good, because the band was so good. You didn't give a fuck about people telling you to get out before they swindled you and felt you in the dirt. Now you wished you had listened. Now you wished you hadn't seen so blind to their blatant disregard for you. Now you wished you'd broken off from them years ago, even your brother.

Charles had been the backbone of getting you out, that you knew. He'd always hated how you got credit for making the band popular, when it really was you who made the band popular. It had been your idea to start a youtube channel at 12 years old, it had been your idea to enter your schools battle of the bands at 13 years old, and it was you who took the risk and trusted a manager for the first time, even going as far as being the only one to sign the contract, so they could always get out of it. You'd always been so considerate, so protective, so blind.

Today was the Dutch Gran Prix, and Lewis had decided it would be best for you to get out of the hotel room you'd been rotting in and come visit him for the race. You'd been to Gran Prix's before, but mostly when you were younger and not in the middle of a world tour, like you had been for the past year and a half. You left your room looking better than you had in days, you'd done your makeup, worn your favourite outfit, and you'd finally stopped crying. Small victories, right? You hadn't checked social media in days, you knew what you'd find, and you didn't want to know what everyone thought of you. You just wanted it all to stop.

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comments

alexalbon: Ok this is becoming pathetic now

-> logansargeant: YOU ONLY THINK IT'S PATHETIC NOW?

georgerussel: Poor kid :(

maxverstappen: 🤣🤣🤣🤣

danielriccardo: I'll swing by with some food. We can cry together brother

-> oscarpiastri: the only real one on the grid 💔💔💔 love you daniel

-> logansargeant: mate I held you when you cried last night.

-> oscarpiastri: and you're still complaining about it. Daniel doesn't complain.

nicolepiastri: Kids these days...

hattiepiastri: please take his phone away from him @/logansargeant, I can't handle anymore embarrassment.

-> logansargeant: I'm trying, I promise.

user67: can we talk about zak brown, wtf?

-> zbrown: he's too sexy to die (and crash my car)??? what don't u get????

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As you walked into the paddock beside Lewis, you felt the cameras on you. He was trying to shield you, but it wasn't exactly working.

"Y/n, how do you feel about what Charles said about you?!" "Y/n, are you and Lewis together? Did you cheat on Charles?"

What? How could you cheat on Charles when you weren't even dating him? That made no fucking sense. He'd assaulted you. You were going through the motions of suing him. How could anyone think you'd willingly have sex with the boy you'd seen as a brother for the past 22 years of your life?

"Follow me," Lewis whispered, leading you further away from the McLaren garage. "Don't worry about them, they're not going to talk to you."

You nodded, trying to put on a brave face as he led you to the Mercedes garage. You were used to the paddock, Lewis had known you since you were a young teenager embarking on your first tour with a new record deal, he'd shown you around as you stood nervous, just trying to do everything right, make yourself and the band look good. He gave you an important piece of advice that day.

"You don't need to worry about the cameras or the press, be yourself and the rest will come naturally."

A piece of advice you'd followed through your teenage years, and now into your 20's. You were scared again, but this time, you were alone. No band behind you, your brother wasn't there to protect you, and everyone hated you, for no good reason.

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As you sat down in the paddock, Toto gave you a look of pity.

"How's my favourite popstar?" He smirked, trying to cheer you up.

"Disgraced," you groaned, and leaned your head against his shoulder. Mercedes had been like a second family to you, you'd met everyone back when you were 14, just about to start a tour after a song you posted online went viral. Your first stop was Silverstone, playing for so many people made you want to run and hide instead of play, but Lewis and Toto had helped you out, calmed you down, and you'd smashed it. It skyrocketed your fame, and got you an extended record deal.

He sighed. "Not for long. Don't let the boys win, it's always a boy's world."

You chuckled. "Thanks Toto."

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Oscar jogged out of the McLaren garage as WINGS walked in. Logan had promised to let him stay at Williams if the band were too much for him, and he'd just had to listen to Charles O'Brien talk to his race engineer about how it was to fuck you. He felt sick to his stomach, and he didn't have anything else to do ahead of today, so off he went.

"Oscar!" Lewis's voice rung out and Oscar stopped in his tracks, turning to see where it was coming from. "Come here!"

Oscar walked over, confused by the sentiment. Lewis and Oscar didn't often speak before races. He walked over all the same, and there you were. Standing beside him looking gorgeous and flawless, and he knew he was fucked.

"Hi, I'm Y/n," you held out your hand to be shaken, and he did so with vigour, almost squeezing too hard.

"I'm Oscar," he smiled, then dropped your hand.

"See, I am a miracle worker," Logan's voice appeared out of nowhere, and Oscar whipped his head around to see him smirking. "I'm Logan," he introduced himself to you with a handshake which you reciprocated. "Oscar is basically in love with you and your music-"

"Mate!" Oscar tried to cover his mouth, but Logan was already in a laughing fit, as Lewis laughed with him. "I am so sorry about him, he's-"

"It's alright," you smiled. "It's honestly just nice to know that not every WINGS fan hates me now."

He frowned. "I'm really sorry about the break, it must've been awful."

You shrugged. "It was what was best for the band."

"I seriously doubt that. You were like, more than half the reason anyone ever listened," he chuckled. "You're amazing."

You felt yourself heat up. "Thank you. I think you're a pretty amazing driver."

"You watch F1?" He asked.

"Oh yeah, Lewis would kill me if I didn't," you chuckled. "It's also just really interesting, and congratulations on being like, the best rookie of all time."

He blushed and smiled. "Thank you."

You heard a camera snap and the small moment you two were having was ruined. Lewis and Logan had left you two to chat, and obviously now it looked... strange to say the least.

"God, I'd better go, sorry. You probably don't want to be seen with me-"

"I'd rather formulate my own opinion on you, rather than listen to what everyone else is saying. Do you want to go for a walk?"

You smiled, a real, genuine smile. "Yeah, that'd be lovely."

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"So... how are you?" he asked as you walked through the crowds of people.

"I'm alright," you answered hesitantly. "Charles isn't making anything easy."

Oscar sighed. "He's definitely not an easy person to be around."

"You met him?"

"For about 5 minutes before I had to leave so I wouldn't punch him," he chuckled.

You laughed. "He's good at first impressions."

"Evidently," Oscar smirked.

"Yeah it just sucks that he aired all that shit out y'know? It's just... so unfair, especially when the court case is still being pieced together by our lawyers-"

"Wait, what? What do you mean 'court case'?"

"I'm suing him, he assaulted me," you shrugged.

"Holy shit, I'm so sorry," he stopped and took your hand. "I'm so sorry that happened to you."

You stopped for a moment. In the last 72 hours, no one had apologised, no one had checked in, and no one had been so heartbroken for you. Did he have to be perfect?

"T-thank you," you sniffled. "I'd better go, it was nice to meet you, b-bye Oscar."

Oscar was left standing outside Ferrari as you walked off to the Mercedes garage. He felt awful, no one should have that happen to them, and you were so sweet and kind, he almost couldn't believe someone would take advantage of that. He knew one thing though, he needed to see you again.

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comments

hater56: why is lewis still hanging out with her....

hater52: LEWIS RUN

hater79: lewis get away from the slut plz

oscarpiastri: ❤️❤️❤️❤️

-> lewishamilton: out of my comment section now.

-> y/nyl/n: stfu lewis

hater67: how is she still famous?

alexalbon: PLZ LET HER SWING BY WILLIAMS

-> logansargeant: I SECOND THIS ^^^^^

-> y/ny/l/n: omw rn

-> oscarpiastri: same. (just a conincidence)

-> logansargeant: 🧐🧐🧐

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comments

hater77: she's so annoying, why does he like her?

-> oscarpiastri: girl. have you seen or meet her? THAT'S WHY

user66: This is insane.

alexalbon: nurse he's out again! -> logansargeant: he's scoping out Williams to find her. come back soon plzzzz

lewishamilton: it was embarrassing...

georgerussell: good luck with keeping away from you @/y/ny/l/n !

-> y/ny/l/n: 👍👍👍👍

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Oscar walked into Williams with one objective, to see you. He needed to talk to you again. As he was searching, he finally bumped into you.

"You found me," you smiled.

"I did," he smiled. "And I was wondering if you'd want to talk more."

"Well, right now I have to get to Mercedes," you explained and he deflated slightly. "But I can give you my number and we can get dinner sometime?"

He was elated.

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Months of texting and dating, healing with Oscar, getting into the studio, and finally, your next single was ready. It was called 'Labyrinth', and it was about how Oscar had turned everything around for you. He was perfect. Kind, a gentleman, funny, sweet, everything. You loved him. He loved you.

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