#sorry it’s all i can think about when i hear the song

[ammarettu]

*Adopts*

CW: abusive relationship under the cut.

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It's not the first time someone has ever ordered a code drink from his bar.

It's not even the first time someone has ordered it from him instead of from his much friendlier looking brother, Eskel.

It is the first time he's seen Jaskier look so terrified.

Geralt freezes a moment, his brain shutting down and restarting like an old car engine as he watches those brilliant, sapphire blue eyes glance back over the crowd.

"Neat?" Geralt asks, finally snapping out of it. His heart is pounding so hard he can feel it in his ears. He wonders if Jaskier feels the same having to approach him like this.

Quietly, just barely audible over the chatter of the crowd and the beat of the music Jaskier put on after his set, he hears his Saturday night musician breathe, "With a twist," just in time for an arm to wrap around the musicians waist.

A man stands next to him, a little taller than Jaskier, a little more put-together, and a little less friendly-looking.

His hair and eyes are the exact same shade of coal black and Geralt thinks, just for a second before he remembers they don't exist, that this man must be some kind of demon.

"What are you doing, baby?" He asks, his voice saccharine and threatening all at once.

"Just asking the nice man for some water with lemon, dear. You know how my throat gets after singing."

The man chuckles, a dark, suggestive noise. "Oh, I do. But don't run off again, or I might lose you and you won't make it home... I have the keys, remember?"

The reminder makes Jaskier swallow, fear in every line of his body.

Someone else at the bar tries to get Geralt's attention -- he ignores them.

"Water with lemon," he repeats, "You got it. Hey, nice set tonight." He pulls his phone from his pocket and slides it under the edge of the bar where patrons can't see him texting.

Lucky for him, his other brother is working tonight, and he usually sticks nearby.

Jaskier rambles on about his song choices, his... company getting more and more visibly aggravated. Geralt is happy to listen. Usually, he only gets a few scarce moments to speak to the musician. Usually, the nights are too busy, or Jaskier is in a rush to leave. Geralt can't help but wonder how many times he's missed this. How many times he's let this sweet man be taken home by a monster.

He learns that Jaskier writes all his own music. He knew the man was gorgeous and talented but, really? It seems almost unfair.

He learns he's working hard on an album that's set to release in a little over six months.

His favourite food is extra cheese pizza, even though he's lactose intolerant - "I just can't help myself!" Jaskier laughs.

They're both in uniform, the deep, royal blue looking black in the dim light of the bar. He watches Aiden stop by the front door, temporarily flicking the on sign off and locking the front door while Lambert edges the room to secure the bathrooms. They've already locked the back, he knows from experience.

Lambert enters about half-way through a very long winded story about how Jaskier decided to learn the lute of all things, a story Geralt suspects is to buy them time, (He's glad, he's never been much of a talker) with his partner, Aiden, close behind.

The man next to Jaskier tenses, noticing them as well when he glances over his shoulder.

"Shit, we gotta go," he mutters, fingers curling around Jaskier's wrist. "Hey, we gotta use your back door-"

"Sorry," Geralt shakes his head, "employees only."

"You don't get it, the media's here. We don't want pictures of Jaskier in any tabloids."

"He's not famous," Geralt snorts. Not to be mean, it's just... He's not! Not yet, anyway.

"Fuck you," the man snarls, "I don't need your fucking permission," he yanks on Jaskier, who tries to pull away--

"Hey, asshole," Lambert greets, all smiles and relaxed posture. "Nice seeing you again. Moved on to beating some other poor fucker?"

"Fuck off, pig."

"So rude!" Aiden appears at his other side, "No matter. Hands behind your back."

"You can't arrest me!"

"Rience Fulton?"

"The fuck's it to you?"

"You've got a warrant. Let go of the twink and this will all go easy for you." Lambert says, inappropriate as ever.

"Rience, please," Jaskier begs.

"Shut up! Shut up, Shut up, shut--"

It all happens so fast Geralt barely sees it. One second, Rience is holding onto Jaskier, snarling, and the next, Jaskier has wrenched himself free (with a hard tug from Lambert as aid) and Aiden has a taser pressed into Rience's ribs.

It all goes fairly smoothly from there.

Rience is dragged from the building by a very gleeful Aiden. Lambert unlocks the door and turns back on the on sign, with a cheery, "Sorry for the disturbance, folks. Enjoy getting drunk as fuck."

And Geralt escorts Jaskier to the curb where another police car is waiting.

"You ready to give a statement, son?" Vesemir asks Jaskier, after introducing himself.

"Can I-- Do I have to do it now?"

"No," Vesemir offers him as soft a smile as he can manage, "You come by the station tomorrow, how's that?"

"Appreciated, sir, thank you."

"Get some rest, son."

Jaskier leans back against the brick side of the building when the commotion has cleared -- and collapses into tears.

"I thought--" he hiccups, "I thought I'd never get away. Oh gods," he sobs into his palms. Geralt sits on the pavement next to him.

"You got yourself out. Should be proud." And sits there with him as he cries.

"I can't thank you enough," Jaskier says when the wailing has calmed.

"I didn't do anything," Geralt insists.

"You saved me," Jaskier squeezes his hand briefly, "You're like, my knight in shining armour -- er... shining... polished... glassware. Bar things."

Geralt snorts, "Yeah, well... no one should ever be that afraid."

"No," Jaskier agrees, bumping their shoulders. "I feel pretty safe with you, though."

Geralt can't help but smile at that.

"Let me buy you dinner as a thank you?" Jaskier asks.

"Didn't do it for thanks."

"I know," Jaskier smiles. It looks almost out of place with his red-rimmed eyes and puffy, red cheeks. "Let me anyways?"

Fuck it, Geralt thinks. "I'd like that."

Modern au idea

Geralt's a bartender with a teeny tiny massive crush on the local musician Jaskier who plays at his bar every week. His favorite part of the night is when Jaskier comes up to the bar after his set and chats away to him, high off the adrenalin of performing. That is until one night when instead of his usually bubbly voice calling out before he's even seated, Jaskier sits nervously at the bar and orders an angel shot

[amortsukii-writes]

May I request forbidden romance trope with Zayne (LADS) please?

STOP DRAGGIN' MY HEART AROUND

♡ summary. You and Zayne both know it's unethical, that he could lose his job. But some things are just meant to be.

pairing. doctor!Zayne x f!patient!Reader

word count. 3.3k

warnings. Maybe OOC Zayne, Making Out, Implied Sex, First Dates, Pining, Slight Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, One Mention Of Y/N

authors note. Hiya lovely! Thank you for the request 🩷 This is my first time writing for Zayne (and I haven't been playing the game very long) so hopefully I managed to pull off writing his mannerisms well. [PS. This is best viewed on mobile!]

song. Stop Draggin' My Heart Around - Steve Nicks w/ Tom Petty

masterlist. | request info.

"Doctor Zayne?" Your dulcet voice calls from behind his office door, one he could recognise anywhere. A gentle knock quickly follows and a small smile makes its way onto the doctor's face involuntarily.

"Come in." He replies, focusing his attention on the figure opening his door instead of the pile of paperwork he had been tasked with completing. You, his patient and girl who's been occupying his mind for months, walk in; smiling and taking a seat in the chair opposite him.

"I'm here for my monthly check-up. Though, Yvonne said she already told you." Your smile turns sheepish as you fold your hands on your lap, an action which causes Zayne's eyes to flick to them— his cheeks blushing a soft pink.

He clears his throat, "Yes, she informed me before she left. I apologise for how late it is, i've been busy all day with surgeries."

You nod in understanding, eyes flickering over his face and frowning at the dark rings under his green eyes. "I'm sorry. Are you tired? We can always reschedule."

Zayne's heart flutters, the blush on his face darkening at the sweet gestures he's so used to hearing from his crush patient. He shakes his head slightly with his lips turning upwards. Despite the fatigue he feels, and the longing to be back in his bed, he would do anything to spend more time with you.

"It's alright. Your health is more important."

You blush and shake your head, waving your hand as if to brush away his sweet remarks. "You matter as well, Doctor Zayne. I insist we reschedule. I'm pretty tired myself."

Zayne feels a pang of sadness, mind instantly thinking that you're making excuses and don't want to see him. And you, of course, see the changes in his usually expressionless face and figure; the downturned corners of his lips, the sudden slump to his shoulders, and an annoyingly cute pout.

"Do you... not want to see me?" His monotonous voice now sounds hurt and you quickly stand up, alarmed and shaking your head and hands in panic.

"No! No- no. Doctor Zayne, I just thought you might be tired. I would love to see you more, for whatever reason, so please don't think otherwise. I just worry for you!" You ramble, mindlessly rounding his desk and setting a gentle hand on his shoulder. You don't see when he looks up at you, eyes wide in surprise with a light blush on his face. Only when you stop talking do you realise your accidental predicament.

"Oh, I- I'm so sorry!" You stutter, blushing deeply and try to take a step back but a large hand shoots out to grasp at your waist. You meet his eyes, noticing how lidded his have become— how dark they look, different.

"Don't apologise." His voice comes out raspy, almost breathless. Zayne stands up from his chair, now towering over you, still holding onto your waist. His other hand slides along the curves of your body, up past your chest (you think you feel the tips of his finger barely brush against the side of your breast) and gliding across the smooth skin of your bare collarbone. You quietly gasp when his soft hand touches your neck before it quickly moves to caress your jaw. He firmly holds your head still— tilted up to look at him.

"Doctor Zay-" You're out of breath, already feeling hot and bothered from barely any touch. And he's gentle, as always, yet something about him is different. Commanding and... dominating.

"Just call me Zayne." He all but growls, fingers digging into your cheek and waist. Your faces are centimetres apart now, hot breath mingling, lips so close to touching.

He moves before you can even think of replying. Hesitantly pressing against you, your eyes fluttering closed and arms moving to drape over his shoulders. You hear him groan as one of your hands slip onto the back of his neck, gently playing with the ends of his black hair. What was once a sweet, emotional kiss now turns sloppy. Lust filled and passionate.

Seconds go by, lips still attached in desperation and longing. Your mutual feelings have been reciprocated for months, and you both have known that. All obstacles were thrown out the window when you touched each other— and you are so glad.

Seconds turn to minutes and minutes to almost an hour. Before you know it, you're straddling Zayne's lap, perched on the edge of his desk, and gasping for air.

"Zayne-" You whine at the feeling of his hands roaming your body, "W-we shouldn't..."

"Nothing can stop me from having you, sweetheart. As long as you want me, I'm not worried." He murmurs, voice husky and hoarse.

—

You wake up the next morning in your own bed— vaguely remembering Zayne driving you home some time past midnight and walking you to your door with a loving kiss before leaving— not before promising to take you out on a proper date sometime soon. You remember your neck and collarbone aching and you already know you'll have bruises in the spots he attacked.

You groan with a stretch, before deciding to check your phone. And when you turn it on you see a few notifications— namely from Zayne. You open one of them, bringing you to your text messages, and quickly read them before replying with a shy smile on your face.

< 17 Doctor Zayne ❄️ 📷 >

Today 06:15

I hope you're sleeping well.

I just wanted to message you and make sure that we're still on for Saturday night?

I also hope I wasn't too rough last night.

Goodmorning! I'm definitely free saturday

I'd love to see you. And don't worry about me, i'm alright

I'm heading off to work now. Maybe we can call later?

Delivered 08:35

———

You go through your morning routine with a radiant smile on your face, daydreaming and fantasizing about Zayne. When you get into work, your coworkers point and stare whilst whispering about the marks on your neck (which you, embarrassingly, forgot about).

Though no amount of unwanted attention could shatter your happiness and excitement. The man you've been pining over for months finally asked you out! Safe to say, by the time you get back home you're shaking with excitement of seeing Zayne's response to your messages.

[ Doctor Zayne ❄️: I would enjoy that. Message me when you get off work and we can discuss plans for our date. I already have an idea and would like your opinion. ] [18:30]

Your grin widens as you read his response, flopping onto your sofa and preparing for the call.

—

Saturday afternoon rolls around and you're halfway into doing your makeup when a knock comes from your front door making you freeze. You're lost in your thoughts for a few seconds before a familiar voice calls your name and you scramble up from your vanity.

"Just a second!" You announce, shoving things into a small bag before hurrying to open the door. You're slightly out of breath from rushing around so suddenly and the sight of Zayne, standing in your doorway wearing a black button up and matching trousers whilst holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers and a picnic basket, does nothing to help you recuperate.

You had agreed to go on a picnic date in the nearby park, the sunny spring weather making it the best option. You picked out your cutest summer dress— flowy with lots of layers in your favourite colours— and did some subtle matching makeup.

"You look beautiful." Zayne remarks with a slight blush on his face, extending the bouquet in his arms out to you. You smile, bashfully, and admire them for a few seconds before deciding to reply.

"Thank you... are those for me?"

At his nod, you carefully take them from his hold and open your door wider as an invitation. You turn around and amble through your house with him close behind. When you reach your kitchen, you pick out a vase and quickly arrange the flowers.

"These are so pretty, thank you so much! Do you know they're my favourite?" You question, placing the full vase on your windowsill and turning back around to face him. He leans against the counter, watching you intently.

"Of course I do. I remember you telling me before."

It's your turn to blush now, and you quickly turn away to avoid embarrassment. Behind you, Zayne knowingly smirks, following as you exit your house to start the walk to the park.

—

"This spot should be good."

Zayne lays down a blanket that he procured from the picnic basket, straightening it out and then sitting down. You copy, deciding to rest opposite him and watch as he starts pulling out food from the basket.

From sandwiches to salads, fruits to homemade desserts, and a jug of your favourite iced tea. You grin at the effort he's put in, your chest fluttering and cheeks blushing.

"I wasn't sure what you like." Zayne speaks up, voice mixing with bird song and nearby children's shouts. You notice how hesitant he looks, uncertain and almost nervous, so you reassure him.

"This is perfect. Thank you for all of this." You reach over to gently grab his hand, soothingly stroking your thumb across the scarred skin. Your eyes meet, matching smiles on both of your faces.

After a few seconds, you decide to eat. Starting off with one of the sandwiches, stuffed full with some fancy cheese and ham, that you have to say tastes amazing. You try some of the salad— greens and reds mixed together with lemony dressing and topped with croutons— and feed each other chopped-up fruits. Mangoes, berries, watermelon (you both laugh when the juices drip down your chin), and your favourite.. chocolate covered strawberries.

As Zayne feeds you the sweet covered fruit, skewered on a cocktail stick, you practically moan from the taste. "This-" You cover your mouth with your hand and finish chewing, "This is so good-"

The doctor chuckles, placing the skewer into a box with a gentle smile. "I'm glad you like it."

—

After digging in to at least one of every bit of food he bought, you thoroughly compliment his cooking skills and decide to have a break from eating to instead chill out in the comforting presence of Zayne and the nature surrounding you both.

You help Zayne gather up the rubbish, then sort any leftover food back into the basket and place that aside as he returns back from his short trip to a nearby bin. You smile at him and then decide to stretch out across the blanket, basking in the warm rays of sunlight shining down through the trees above. He copies your actions, lacing your hands together as you move to rest your head on his chest. You feel his heartbeat, steady and comforting. Hear the soft badump, badump!, that reigns loudest over the sounds of nature around you. The bird song, leaves rustling from the breeze, dogs barking and children playing.

You both stay like that— quiet, embracing each other— for a long while. And you barely talk, besides pointing out the occasional funny-shaped cloud ("Look, Zayne, that one looks like a snowflake!") or an interesting bird. Hours go by, you even manage to fall asleep briefly, until the blue sky starts showing signs of reds and oranges.

"Come on. I'll walk you home." Zayne's voice breaks the serene scene when he sees the sun start to set. He moves to stand up (retrieving the blanket from the floor and folding it into the basket), then holds out a hand that you take, and follow after him as he walks you back to your house. You admire him in the setting sky, orange and red hues flitting across his calm face. Hazel eyes shining beautifully, scanning your surroundings. Black hair tousled from your previous ministrations and tickling his forehead, windswept and dishevelled.

He walks you to your door, kisses your lips softly just like he did last week, and wishes you a goodnights sleep before leaving. You watch, still standing in your doorway blushing, as he gets in his car and drives off. And you stay standing there for the next ten minutes, fingers touching your lips with a gentle smile on your face.

—

It's Monday morning, Zayne has just gotten into work and now is settling into his office, going through paperwork. A brief knock bangs against his door. Strange. It's unexpected for him to be disturbed this quickly— usually he has at least half an hour before being whisked away into a surgery or meeting.

Zayne calls out a welcome, the door opens and in walks Doctor Greyson— who quickly shuts it behind him. The Doctor sits down opposite Zayne, folding his hands over his chest with an unreadable face. There's a few moments of silence before he speaks.

"Doctor Zayne." He nods, the other doctor silently copying his movements. He continues filling out some paperwork, waiting for Greyson to explain his appearance.

"I saw you on your date. With Miss L/N." He hesitantly starts, "You know this is a bad idea."

Zayne frowns, pushing his work to the side and crossing his arms before responding. "This is none of your business."

"I know." Greyson retaliates, "I thought I should warn you. You could lose your jobs if anyone finds out. You should know this already."

"Yes, I know. You don't need to warn me, I know of the consequences should anyone find out." Zayne narrows his eyes at the other doctor, "Will you tell anyone?"

"No, of course not. But you need to be sure that what you're doing is really worth it."

Zayne is quiet for a few moments, thinking through everything. The next time he speaks, it's awfully vulnerable.

"I really like her. Do you... have any advice?"

Greyson's eyes widen slightly, before a teasing smile appears on his face. "You're asking me for love advice? The Doctor Zayne is asking me for advice." He chuckles as Zayne shakes his head, regretting ever asking.

"Okay, okay. When I saw you the other day, you looked happy. Genuinely happy, which is something I've never seen before. So I think... you should do whatever your heart says. And I really hope it all works out for you both in the end." He stands up and extends a hand across the desk, one that Zayne quickly shakes.

Greyson leaves with a hesitant nod towards his fellow doctor, slipping through the door like he was never there. The office is left silent as Zayne thinks. For the first time in his life, he doesn't know what to do. So he does the first thing he thinks of, even if it's stupid.

He turns off his notifications for you and switches off his phone, tucking it away in his office drawer for the remainder of his work day. Even though ignoring you is bound to be painful for him, it's for the best. He thinks.

—

< 24 Doctor Zayne ❄️ 📷>

Monday 06:20

Good morning. I'm off to work now.

I hope you have a good day

Stay safe, sweetheart

Morning! You as well 💕

I have nooo idea what you're talking about!

I'm always safe

Delivered Mon 07:55

Hey, you off work yet?

Delivered Mon 19:00

Hope you're okay. Goodnight <3

Delivered Mon 22:30

Are you alright?

Why havent you messaged me back?

Delivered Tue 08:05

Tara said i should leave you be

So i'm gonna do that

Just pls message me asap.

Delivered Tue 20:17

Istg if you're injured or dead ill be pissed

So u better be alive, Zayne.

Delivered Thur 21:48

i talked to Tara & Simone again

they think ur ignoring me

either that or ur dead

Delivered Fri 12:54

i'm coming over

Delivered 19:48

—

A week goes by with no sign of Zayne. Memories of your date flash through your mind as you panic, thinking you had possibly done something to offend him. But the day went well. He seemed happy— which, for someone who is usually nonchalant, was unusual yet enjoyable— all of Saturday and even when you called him on Sunday. But that next day when he went to work was where it all seemingly went wrong.

Worries fill your overthinking mind. What if he regrets it? What if he got hurt somehow? What if—

You groan. Fuck this. You think, standing up from where you're sprawled on your couch and moving to grab your keys. You shove on some shoes and quickly exit your house, jumping onto your motorbike and driving in the direction of Zayne's apartment.

You arrive, park haphazardly, and climb the stairs— quickly reaching the top floor and knocking on the door of his penthouse, a familiar voice calling out before the door swings open. The man himself stands there, shirtless with some baggy black pajama pants, one hand on the door and the other in his pocket. He seems momentarily surprised at your sudden appearance, eyes widening and mouth opening, before schooling his expression back to its normal blankness.

"Why are you here?" His voice is calm, deadpan showing no emotion. You frown, crossing your arms before replying.

"I was worried. I haven't heard anything from you in a week."

Zayne sighs, but moves from his spot in front of you and invites you in. You follow him into his living room— a random movie playing quietly in the background and you spot his laptop open on the coffee table. You sit down next to him on the sofa, facing him.

"I apologise. Honestly... I was scared." He looks down at his lap, avoiding your eyes.

"Scared? Why? What happened?" You question, reaching out and taking his hands in your own, making him look up at you. Suddenly, his body lurches forwards and his head's supported on your shoulder— hot breath tickling your skin, voice muffled when he talks.

"Greyson saw us. On our date. And he gave me a warning. And- I know, I know that we shouldn't do this- but this last week without you was horrible. I can't live without you. Even if I lose my job." He's desperate, begging and apologetic, head rested in the crook of your neck. It's so out of character for Zayne, you've never seen him like this before, it makes you freeze. His hands grip onto yours like a lifeline, eyes squeezed shut as silence rings through his penthouse— even the movie he had been watching earlier ended, credits rolled through and screen stuck on a new recommendation.

You whisper his name, soft and reassuring, as your hands release his to take purchase in his dark hair. You lean back into his sofa, his body following yours and a weight settles against you. "We can make it work. I'll request a new primary care physician. I'll do anything, okay. I want you too."

He sighs, any worries he had releasing and leaving him content— snuggled against your chest, wrapped in your comfort. You murmur quiet words of longing and affections into his ears, aiming to reassure him of your love. Love.

A foreign feeling but one that fills his chest nonetheless, drowning him in overwhelming sudden feelings that he just has to confess. He has no worries of it being unreciprocated— for your actions and words have lulled him into a delirious, sleep-ridden, love filled state. He can feel himself drifting off into the realm of sleep, your hands repeatedly running through his hair as a comfort, but forces those three words to escape his mouth. Despite it being nothing but a whisper, croaky and slightly slurred, you hear it all the same.

"I love you."

[iheartgirlalmighty]

the priest thinks it’s the devil 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 my mom thinks it’s the flu 🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈 but GIRL 🤨🤨🤨 it’s only you ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

[javierduffy]

different.

[spacetimeaccordionfolder]

On this episode of any song can relate to the blorbo/ situation/ media, "the fruits" by Paris Paloma is both a blindfaith song and an arkayne song, with the first verse being from Oscar's pov about Arthur, first chorus from Arthur's about Oscar, second verse Kayne's pov about Arthur, second chorus Arthur's about Kayne, and outro is both Arthur's pov about Kayne and just general religious issues.

[cent-scratchnsniff]

here together

[pardonmydelays]

ok, so i just listened to "loom" by imagine dragons, and i'm sorry but i only like three and a half song

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

fire and the thud came on my spotify shuffle while me and my sister were listening to music this afternoon, and at the end of it she turns to me and goes “who was that? the lyrics sound like the kind of thing you’d write” and honestly i think it’s one of my favourite unintentional compliments i’ve ever received

[woosh-floosh]

"Which is worse? This mediocre pop song or that mediocre pop song?" BOTH WRONG its the versus theme from Sonic Eraser

[koka-mi]

I wish my sister would stop making fun of my music taste :[

"your music taste is so basic"

"this song sucks/this is boring"

"ofc you would like this song"(/neg)

"why do you like *genre/general songs* they're not even good"

"hmm I think this is one of *music artist*'s more weaker songs"

"turn this trash off oh my god I'm tired of it"

GIRL. just let me listen to songs I like in peace. I don't talk about your music taste!! I never judge you for what you listen to and I never tell you your music taste is bad. So why do you keep treating my music taste as inferior??

It's just.frustrating. It's gotten to the point where I don't wanna listen to songs I like near her anymore. Anytime I hear her coming upstairs or I feel like she's going to come in the room, I immediately stop the music I'm listening to because I know once she hears it she'll start saying a buncha negative stuff about it. LIKE BESTIE. IT'S NOT THAT DEEP IT'S A THREE MINUTE SOUNDWAVE. JUST LET ME ENJOY IT :(

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

i could draw anything but i decided to draw this. carlo and rocco in 1932 aka my headache

[skitskatdacat63]

Oh my god....Strollonso are so "The Boy With The Thorn in His Side" coded

[sayangrafayel]

How would they react waking up to you dancing and singing in the kitchen in your pajamas while making breakfast?

This was a request by anon! I am so happy when I receive requests (you just need to be patient because I am slow af), but here we go!

Sylus, Xavier, Rafayel, Xavier, Caleb.

Sylus

Come on. We all know he's the "leaning on the doorframe admiring you from behind" type, 100%.

His heart feels full. The fact that you are in his kitchen. In your pajamas. Singing and dancing. Making breakfast. FOR HIM. AGAIN, IN HIS KITCHEN, makes him all giddy.

"Good morning, Sweetie." "Sylus! You scared me!"

Hums along with you, you love his voice. It doesn't matter if he doesn't hit the right notes. You'd prefer his out of tune singing voice over anything else.

Xavier

Sleepily waddled into the kitchen. He hates waking up without you by his side, but he's happy hearing your singing voice and seeing your little dance.

Leans on the kitchen counter "What are you making? Can I help? I want to help." "No.."

You distract him by asking him to dance along with you.

Anything to steer him away from the oven and the stove. You didn't feel like eating a burnt pancake for breakfast... again... for the fourth time... this week.

Rafayel

Jolted up as soon as he didn't feel you when he reached for your side of the bed. But immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he hears music from the kitchen.

He wants to pretend to sulk but you're just too cute with your bed head and pajamas, so he opts to rest his chin on your shoulder.

"Cutie.. you know I hate it when you get out of bed without waking me up."

Sleepily humming to the song playing, "I love this song."

Zayne

I'm so sorry but he's gonna wake up before you. It's just in his blood. No matter what he'll automatically wake up as soon as the sun hits the room.

Making breakfast together with him in your pajamas, singing and dancing together is still fun! You both cherish this routine, given your busy daily schedules.

No work talk. No nagging. Just a very domestic dynamic, two lovers spending quality time.

"I really love this raspberry jam we made!" "Me too. Maybe we can try making a blueberry one this weekend."

Caleb

OKAY IMAGINE COOKING BREAKFAST AT HIS PLACE. Honestly I think I love his place most.. ok anyways,

You think you woke up before him? No you didn't. He woke up first and stayed in bed to watch you. When you stir awake, he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

You got out of bed and start preparing breakfast with your favorite song as your company. Not long after, he joins you in the kitchen and took over.

"How about I continue making the breakfast?" "But I want to make you a breakfast! It's been so long since I cooked for you, Caleb!" "Since when have you ever cooked for me? Plus I'm happy to do this. You can pay me with unlimited affection and your song and dance."

[sciderman]

@awfuckward yeah you get it

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hii, I’m not sure if you take request still but if so is there a possible way you can do a drew x singer!reader one shot take on how Sabrina “arrests” her fans before performing Juno for being too hot but the reader does it to Drew during her shows please 🫶🏼

arrested for being too hot — DREW STARKEY

authors note THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS!! my request box is still open so feel free to send me any ideas regarding singer!reader or regular fic ideas you’d like me to write. this was so much writing too. thank for all the love on my last fic lovies <3

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summary "arresting" drew, your boyfriend, during your show before performing your song from your new album.

warning(s) none!

You are on tour for your new album in-front of thousands of fans almost every night. You worked hard on this album and it turned out wonderfully. If it weren’t for the amazing fans of yours, you don’t know where you’d be in your career— they are the reason you are doing this.

Half way into the show— going amazing. The crowd tonight isn't disappointing you. Everything you've hoped for on this tour. You've performed eighteen songs and about to go onto your nineteenth. Played musical spin the bottle not long ago which was really fun.

Before Juno, you begin with a small "skit" where you call someone out in the crowd, arresting them for being too hot. This became a thing after your first show of the tour and doing it ever since. Plus, fans absolutely love it. Interacting with your fans has always been something you did and create those bonds.

Drew, your boyfriend, is attending the show with Madelyn Cline, a mutual friend and cast-mate of Drew's. You told him earlier today you wanted to arrest him in the middle of the show to get the audience excited and it would be fun.

Drew was all for it, and he didn't want you to tell him what you were going to say—he prefers surprises.

Your pink, glittering, dazzling clothing was sparkling in the lights. You pressed your free hand to your brow as though you were looking around for a call. With security, you could see Drew and Madelyn making their way to the front.

You begin by adjusting your earpiece while moving around the stage in your long skirt. "You guys know that moment when you are in a room filled with such beautiful looking people that you start to feel overwhelmed?" When fans applaud, you smile.

"Oh, girls, I think I just seen my future husband in the front row! Oh my god, girls, come here, come here," you say anxiously into the microphone, beckoning them over and waving your free hand.

You turn to face Drew as the girls approach you, asking, "Do you see that gorgeous looking man over in the front row with his arms crossed in the tan shirt?" You speak into the microphone aloud, pointing to Drew in the crowd.

Your girls joyfully waved at Drew while placing their hands on your shoulder. As Drew blushes on the big screen, the crowd reflexively turns up the volume in the arena. 

"What's your name handsome?" With your head cocked slightly to the right toward your shoulder, you inquire in jest. 

"Drew!" You can hear him when he places his hands on the side of his lips. He gives you a childlike smile and a flushed face.

You say, "I'm sorry I couldn't get that?" as though you couldn't hear him. Leaning forward more, you place your free hand behind your ear.

He shakes his head and utters "Drew!" a little louder. 

"Oh my Drew, I must say that you must be a magnet because you drew me in" brings a smile to your face. Your tone indicated that you were trying quite hard not to laugh, yet you kept your calm brilliantly.

Fans had their phones out, capturing the entire interaction. Nobody would have expected Drew to be the person arrested at your gigs since the tour began.

"Drew, you are under arrest for being too hot," you say aloud, smiling and pointing at him— fanning yourself, moving your hips side to side as the sound of sirens going off with blue and red lights behind.

You put your left elbow against your girls shoulder, "guys do you ever just see someone so good looking that you just don't know what to do and all your clothes fall off in that moment" your long skirt slips off smoothy.

"Like your brain just like malfunctions and like I just wanna handcuffed to you now like," one of your girls puts the pink fluffy handcuffs into your hand, you kneel down, "do you know what I mean? Will you take these from me?"

Drew is overwhelmed in this very moment— it's very obvious how much you are affecting him. Drew gives you a gimme me gesture with his fingers, ready to catch the hand cuffs.

He takes them in his hands, looks down, and feels the smooth texture of the fuzzy. He tilts his head to the side before slowly glancing up at you with a smirk—keep in mind that he's still on the big screen.

"We're gonna sing this one to you, Drew."

Juno's song intro starts playing. You wave goodbye to Drew and Madelyn as you return to the center of the stage. You could hear the two begin speaking to fans in the distance.

Drew and Madelyn met you in the dressing room following the show. After giving Madelyn a hug and thanking her for attending the event, you moved to approach Drew and put your arms around his neck while grinning.

"That was insane," Madelyn exclaimed, pulling you into a hug. "What about the full call-out and the handcuffs? Iconic! "You're the talk of the night; everyone is crazy about it."

You giggled as your face heated up. "It seemed right." "You should have seen his face!"

She laughs, "I got the whole thing on video, I'll send it to you later."

"I'm going to give you two some alone time, but you did such an amazing job tonight and looked so hot doing it," Madelyn adds, taking your hands in her and wiggling her brows. 

"Thank you, babe. I love you always," you say, hugging her before she leaves you and Drew alone. 

When you close the door, Drew comes behind you, placing his arms around your waist and kissing you on the cheek, making you laugh with the tenderness of his lips.

"I'm so proud of you baby, you did such an amazing job on stage and looked unbelievable in your outfits made me feel like the luckiest guy in the entire world." He expresses emotionally, which uplifts you. 

"Coming from you, it warms my heart baby. Forever grateful to have you in my life," you smile softly, leaning against his chest, feeling that sense of warmth you always feel whenever you are with him.

"And I'm forever grateful for you" he quietly responds, kissing the top of your head.

"So what are we gonna do with those pink fuzzy handcuffs?"

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my fault: lando | ln4 smau

♡ summary: you star in my fault: london and the internet can’t stop comparing your onscreen love interest to your real life boyfriend, lando norris

♡ pairing: lando norris x singer/actress!reader

♡ warnings: use of yn, fluff, established relationship

♡ faceclaim: asha banks

♡ a/n: i watched my fault london and couldn’t stop thinking about how fun a smau with asha as the faceclaim would be 😭

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🎵 YN LN • Feel The Rush

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yourusername My Fault: London is OUT!!!! AGHHH 😭🥲 i’m so proud of this movie and everyone who worked on it!! plus my song Feel The Rush is in the end credits (WTF 🥹🥹🥹) so go WATCH GUYS!!! and if that’s not enough to convince you there’s a mclaren cameo 😏

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user854 “mclaren cameo” got me thinking lando just gonna pop up 😪

user206 but no queen meant an actual mclaren 🥲🥲

user173 ACTUALLY PEAK WATTPAD CINEMA 😍😍

user035 wattpad cinema is crazy 😭

pietra.pilao talented girl 🥰

yourusername love you p 😚🙃

mattbroome3 vroom vroom 🏎️ ♥︎ by author

user840 ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED

lando MY BEAUTIFUL TALENTED PRETTY TOTAL BABE OF A GIRLFRIEND EVERYONE 😍😩😝

maxfewtrell damn mate could you be anymore whipped

yourusername shush you muppet (don’t stop keep complimenting me) 🤭😝

yourusername maxfewtrell literally stfu who invited you 😒

user387 FAVORITE WAG EVER (she ate in this guys go watch it 🥹🥹🥹)

user218 guys hear me out nick is eerily lando coded….

user876 STOP CAUSE I THOUGHT THE SAME THING 😭😭

user321 THEY LOOK ALIKE FFS 💀

lilymhe best movie every pretty girl 🫶🏻

yourusername MWAH LOVE YOU BIG 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

lilyzneimer i’ve watched this way too many times i fear 🫣😭

yourusername BYEEEE ILYY

user530 the sequel is a NEEED 😭

primevideo buckle up

user408 she’s actually so pretty 😭😪

user032 when she can’t escape guys who drive mclarens >> ♥︎ by author

user321 ICONIC TBH

hattiepiastri can lando fight?

riabish no 🙂‍↔️

yourusername no (but he’d try) ☺️

maxfewtrell no he can’t

lando literally wtf 😀

hattiepiastri movie eats and so do you!!!

yourusername MWAH MWAH MWAH 😚😚😚

—— twitter

replies—

user912 ITS SOOO GOOD (BUT THE MCLAREN)

user773 THE FUCKING MCLAREN & THE LICENSE PLATE 😭😭😭

user912 LIKE THEY DID THAT ON PURPOSE 💀 ♥︎ by author

user775 YN LOOKED SO GOOOOD 😭

user773 HONESTLYYYYYYY

user925 THE NL LICENSE PLATE MADE ME CRASH OUT

user021 IT WAS CRAZY BEHAVIOR

user044 the actor even lowkey looks like lando 😭😭

user773 no cause they have some similarities it’s kinda scary 😭😭

user923 yn’s onscreen version having the same type as her irl is real af though

user773 honestly if you’re gonna kiss someone in a movie might as well be your bf’s lookalike 😭😭

user856 ITS SUCH A GOOD MOVIE I LOOK PAST THE WATTPADYNESS OF IT 😭😭😭

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user550 BYE THATS DIABOLICAL 😭😭😭😭

user773 i hope yn sees these tweets cause this is wild 😭😭

user410 DONT WISH THAT ON ME OMFG-

user887 lando and matt ignoring that they’re kinda twins: 🧑‍🦯 ♥︎ by author

user444 yn’s too chronically online for you guys to be this bold 😭😭

user410 whoops 🥲

user923 mad respect for coming up with that one

yourusername STOP STFU 😭😭

user410 NO LOOK AWAY MY LOVE IM SOOO SORRY

user773 OH HI QUEEN 😭😭😭

user076 STOP U GUYS SCARRED HER SHE’LL NEVER INTERACT WITH US AGAIN 💀

yourusername GUYS NO DONT MAKE THIS A THING WTF-🥲🥲🥲

user923 ml i fear this is already a thing 😬

user176 LOOK AWAY LOOOK AWAYYYY

—— interview

snippet of YN LN & Matthew Broome youtube interview for My Fault: London

(pic 1: interviewer: now i'd be remissed if i didn't ask... YN how do we feel about fans online saying Nick and Lando have similarities? Matt: *laughs* YN: I honestly still don't see it! but i showed Lan a few of the tweets i saw and we all have seen many tiktoks—)(pic 2: Matt: i sent her and lando a few on instagram and was like this is f***ing nuts mates and we had a proper laugh about it YN: *laughs* it got worse when lan's siblings started seeing the comparisons and told him "he has your f***ing license plate!" but honestly i think we all just find it a funny coincidence! i mean nick does have a mclaren with a custom license plate *you shrug*)(pic 3: Matt: *laughs* although she's not a fan of me and lando calling each other twin which we have started doing just to mess with her! YN: it actually makes me mental it's the worst! Interviewer: *laughs*)

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user807 STOPP THEY THINK THE COMPARISONS ARE HILARIOUS

user776 YN is so unserious i love her 😭😭😭

user446 matt and lando calling each other twin is fucking hilarious 😭😭

user007 it honestly makes me so happy 😭😭

user310 okay but the similarities are so glaringly obvious 😭😭

user820 i love that lando has always been close to yn’s costars

user885 its boyfriend goals tbh

user431 such a good movie and the offscreen chemistry is adorable (platonic obvs)

user522 YN CALLING LANDO LAN FUCKS ME UP ISTG 😭😭😭

user032 MUM AND DAD HONESTLY

user001 love that she was probably giggling over the tweets with lando 😭😭😭😭

user045 f1 winter break has us so bored we all watched a movie because the main guy looked a little like lando norris 😭😭

user465 speak for yourself i watched for my fav wag yn‼️

user777 drop the sequel 😩😩😩😩

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🎵 Charli xcx • Vroom Vroom

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yourusername 1 week of My Fault: London!!! as a treat for streaming enjoy my lando cosplay 😚🙃☺️

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user281 giving f1 driver 😍

user021 YN could drive an f1 car but lando couldn’t play Noah 😌😌 ♥︎ by author

mclaren contract is on its way 📝

yourusername mwah admin 🥰 (i will win the wdc for you bby)

lando you can’t give her my job… admin..? zak..? andrea..?

mclaren lando sorry who is lando norris? we only know YN LN 🤷‍♀️ ♥︎ by author

user630 i have watched it four times (ITS AMAAAZZZZINGGG) ♥︎ by author

lando i’ve watched it 10 get on my level 🤨

user630 lando pack it up nick leister wannabe

yourusername user630 BYE 😭

user388 ICON LEGEND GIVE HER THE WDC ALREADY HONESTLY

lilymhe woaaah racing driver 😍

yourusername 😝😏

alex_albon i- wow

lando you soooooooooooo pretty 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

yourusername omg it’s lando norris 🫢🫢🫢🫢🫢

lando u single????? can i have ur numberrrrrrr 😍😍

yourusername noo i have a bf 😨😨😨

lando yourusername NOOOOO 😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓😓

maxfewtrell sometimes you make me question why i’m friends with you 🙂‍↔️

yourusername maxfewtrell wdym? aren’t you his wag??

user995 SOOOO PRETTYYYY 😍

mattbroome3 quick like norris quick like lando norris 🏎️🏎️

lando hey that’s me 🫢

mattbroome3 lando wait- twin… is that you?

yourusername don’t be slow stegosaurus..? 🏎️

yourusername mattbroome3 stfu 🙂

pietra.pilao missed opportunity to use sports car as the song 😪

yourusername YOURE SO RIGHT 🥲

user886 actually obsessed 😭😪

user930 ICONS

user765 so… anyone else think these two look cute together??

user176 no. that’s just you.

user004 hey so she has this really really cool bf and doesn’t enjoy being shipped with costars! hope this helps! 🙂

user032 go away.

lando some people shouldn’t have the internet.

yourusername NO THEY REALLY DONT 🙂

yourusername lando istg 😭😭

riabish actually best racing driver i’ve ever seen 🤷‍♀️

yourusername it’s true get me in that mclaren zbrownceo

lando yourusername hey so that’s my boss 🙂

yourusername lando i know 😊

user912 she’s gonna pull the race scene this season and race for lando 😭😭😭 ♥︎ by author

user321 ik this is a joke but pls could you IMAGINE 😭😭😭😭

user995 this photo is actually papaya’s lineup this season

user039 all i see is best driver ever and walmart lando 🏎️🏎️

user995 user039 WALMART LANDO IS CRAZY 😭😭

lando YOURE CRAZY IF YOURE NOT STREAMING THE SHIT OUT OF THIS MOVIE‼️‼️‼️‼️

yourusername guys… i think he might kinda like me 🤭🤭🤭

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🎵 Tate McRae • 2 Hands

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lando.jpg movie star 🏎️

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user921 HE REMEMBERED THE PASSWORD TO SHOW OFF HIS GIRLFRIEND YASSSSS 😍😍

lnfour our favorite movie star!! ♥︎ by author

pietra.pilao the models hot can i have her number??

lando.jpg no.

yourusername yes 🤭

maxfewtrell yourusername you can’t steal my girlfriend!

user982 he remembered his password ‼️‼️‼️

user765 give her all the awards‼️ ♥︎ by author

primevideo movie star? or supermodel? 😍

yourusername omg 🤭🤭🤭

lando.jpg watch it 😒

quadrant we 🫶 YN

user254 coolest movie star in the world 😍😍

user087 my fault is such a good movie and YN slayyed 🤩

mattbroome3 omg guys twin posted‼️

yourusername STFU 😭😭😭

lando.jpg ITS MY TWIN ☺️☺️

maxfewtrell lando.jpg i thought i was your twin 🥲😕

user470 using 2 hands on a pic of his gf is so real 😭😭

user708 i love him for that tbh

user003 it’s fucking iconic 😭😭

user034 MOM AND DAD FRFR

user007 OBSESSED FAVORITE WAG TALENTED QUEEN 😍😍

user517 models are lucky YN chose acting and singing for a career cause DAMN 😍😍

user021 HONESTLY

lilyzneimer ITS MY FAVORITE RACING DRIVER YN LN 😍😍

yourusername FLATTERED AFFF 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

oscarpiastri this just… this just hurts 😕

lando.jpg damn that’s cold 😭😭

lilymhe mm real af mine too 🤭

alex_albon lilymhe OKAY—

yourusername AHH I LOOK GOOD 🤭🤭🤭🤭

lando.jpg YOU ALWAYS LOOK GOOD 😍😍😍😍

yourusername i love youuuuu this is so cutesyyyy 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

lando.jpg MY FAVORITE PERSON IN THE WORLD TALENTED AMAZING BEAUTIFUL I LOVE YOU TOO 🥹🫶🫶