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Lara Raj x fem!singer!reader

summary: popular singer, y/n l/n has made her crush a little obvious… even her fans seem to be teasing her about it

warnings: simp!reader, tease!lara, fluff, fangirling

Y/N FUMBLING & BEING A GAY DISASTER FOR LARA RAJ FOR 16 FULL MINUTES (FT. ARIANA THE WINGWOMAN)

23k likes | 546k views | 3rd Dec, 24

*Loud technical difficulty transition* [ WEVERSE LIVE ] Sophia’s live slowly turning into a Katseye live

“Okay, Eyekons are asking for us to change the song.” Sophia read off her phone. She looked over at Lara, whose phone was on aux, streaming her rnb playlist.

“Who do you guys wanna listen to?” The Indian questioned, leaning forward to explore some of the answers they were getting from the fans. There were a couple suggestions she couldn’t make out at how fast the section was moving, but she did her best to read out the names she caught. “Drake? Kanye, The Weeknd… Y/N L/N?”

“Oh my God, please play Y/N.” Dani chimed from behind.

Yoonchae clapped her hands, humming in approval. “Yes, play São Paulo by Y/N and The Weeknd, please!”

“São Paulo is so good, oh my God.” Sophia sighed, her head thrown back against Yoonchae lying on the couch. “Yoonchip and I single handedly streamed that song over a billion times, on God. It’s like our current getting ready song.”

“Yeah, Manon won’t stop playing it in my car.” Dani groaned. “I mean, I’m not really complaining, Y/N’s music is so good, but she will just play that one song over and over and over again.”

Lara furrowed her eyebrows, “Am I the only one who hasn’t listened to this new song yet?”

[ YES???? THIS WAS SO SURPRISING ]

The three of them let out individual noises of disbelief, heads turning to glare wide-eyed at the Indian singer, who glanced around at each of them with her hands held up. “What?”

“Are you serious? You haven’t heard it yet?” Sophia asked.

“Okay, you’re such an rnb person, I’m actually surprised you of all people haven’t listened to this song,” the Latina added, “You literally bursted into my room to tell me Kendrick dropped his new album, like that’s actually kinda crazy.”

Yoonchae giggled at their collective confusion.

“Girl, cancel Lara,” Sophia said to the fans, earning a harsh swat to the arm from the latter, “She isn’t streaming São Paulo, please bully her for not keeping up with godly music.”

“Sophia, that’s so mean!”

“Just play the song already! You’ll get it when you hear it!” Dani yelled over the two’s bickering.

The intro to São Paulo with Y/N chanting in Spanish began blaring through the room, before The Weeknd joined in with his vocals. It was the perfect balance between sensual and hype, and the three surrounding Lara began swaying their hips and moving their bodies to the fluid beat.

“Oh, that’s a real Latina Mami right there.” Daniela nodded.

“Oh my God, y’know what? You weren’t here when I saw this, but I barged into Dani and Manon’s room like two days ago when I heard them playing this song, and I pulled up this video of Y/N doing an interview to promote São Paulo, right?” Sophia began, and Daniela hummed loudly at the realization of what the leader was mentioning.

“Yeah, wait, we needa show Lara this.” She pulled her phone out, immediately looking for the clip they were talking about.

“Okay, so, basically there’s this clip of her talking about her inspirations for the new album and like who are her muses, and then I almost jumped out my fucking bed when she said São Paulo, this really like sensual, passionate song was inspired by our dance practice video.” Sophia’s voice raised with each word, her excitement evident as Daniela jumped in the back.

The blonde turned her phone speaker on max, as all four of them turned to focus on her screen.

“So, basically there’s this group of really talented girls called Katseye, and I’ve been on like a binging marathon of their content recently,” Y/N giggled, biting her lip as her cheeks grew pink. “And I saw this woman, this like drop-dead gorgeous woman with red hair absolutely devour the routine they were doing and she was in this outfit—I just like sat down in my studio and cranked out the song.”

The interviewer’s eyes widened at the singer’s transparency, “Wow, so she could see this interview and find out she’s the muse for the current Billboard #1 song.”

“I mean, I hope not. I wouldn’t want this to be her first impression of me, ‘cuz I don’t wanna, like, come off creepy. But when I tell you the way I dropped everything I was doing and just produced the best for this track, I’m not joking,” Y/N played with the bracelets on her wrists, fidgeting in her chair. “But, yeah, I’m glad people are lovin’ it.”

[ I have that exact tiktok liked and saved ]

“Like, I was literally screaming in Manon and Dani’s room. Girl, you have infinite rizz, like come on, you turned the Y/N L/N into an eyekon.” Sophia slapped Lara’s arm.

Daniela squealed loudly once the short clip ended, slamming her phone down onto the couch.

“I mean, come on, guys, we need Y/N on the next comeback, right?” Sophia turned to the phone, oblivious to the stunned state Lara was in. Y/N had always been an artist she admired, especially when it came to her style in creating music. How has she never heard of this song or that she was the inspiration behind it before today?

user01 leave it to lara to pull y/n

user02 Body tea-d so hard she has a #1 artist in love w her

user03 THE WAY Y/N WAS RED THE WHOLE TIME

“Lara, you should post more videos so we get more music from Y/N.” Yoonchae teased, earning loud cackles from the other two as Lara side-eyed her.

“Yoonchae knows what’s up!” Daniela yelled.

“Yeah, Lara, bust out that insane face card so we get more music from Y/N, please.” Sophia tried grabbing the glasses from Lara’s face, only for her hands to be slapped away by the Indian. “Let Lara know what kinda tiktok we should post next to get Y/N’s attention, guys.”

[ This is where the chaos really began :/ ]

*Loud technical difficulty transition* [ KATSEYE VLOG ] The Katz at the Fantasy Tour | KATSEYE • 1,522,101 views

“Everybody say ‘thank you, Lara’.” Sophia joked, clapping as the others collectively teased the Indian singer. “Lara being hot basically got us free VIP tickets to watch the Y/N L/N on tour tonight, so we’re all super grateful.”

“Yeah, backstage passes too,” Manon nodded, humming, “Somebody’s eager to meet our very own Lara Raj tonight.”

[ THEY WONT LET MY GIRL BREATHE ]

The girls let out “oohs” as Lara rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Ya’ll, these fools have not stopped saying that ever since we got the invite. Y/N, if you’re watching this, please ignore them, ‘cuz they’re being idiots and I’m so sorry for the way they’re acting. We’re super excited to be here.”

“Hey, you can just tell her yourself later,” Daniela nudged her.

“Lord, have you guys seen the racks on this thing?” The camera panned over to where the bar was, shelves of top-shelf booze and a wide variety of liquor sat above the counter. The redhead peeked over the wall of alcohol, her whisker dimples making an appearance at her evident excitement. “Sophia, it’s time to break out those bartending skills.”

Multiple clips of the girls enjoying the concert on their individual instagram stories were strung together, videos of them dancing. One of them had Daniela and Megan grinding and twerking into each other, another of Yoonchae and Manon fake crying at one of Y/N’s more emotional songs. The last one is a picture Sophia posted of Lara leaning over the railing of their lounge’s balcony, just watching the show with the double eyes emoji above the Indian’s head.

At the end of the concert, Katseye is assisted backstage, where a room was set up for meet and greets happening in a bit. The girls all shared little noises of excitement, teasing Lara when the singer tried adjusting her outfit.

“Oh my God, thanks for coming, you guys!” Y/N squealed, sweat still streaming from her forehead when she jogged up from the hall leading to her room. Strands of her hair stuck to her face, her lush lashes and glistening makeup still holding strong along her features. In her sheer performance outfit, earpiece dangling from her sweat-coated neck. She gave each member a hug, running a hand through her hair. “Sorry, I’m super gross right now, but I couldn’t wait to come meet you. Was the lounge okay? Everything to your liking?”

The girls let out collective sounds of approval, glancing between each other and nodding.

“Thank you so much for having us,” Sophia began, fulfilling her role as leader of Katseye. “It was just—wow!”

Y/N grinned, her soft laughter mingling with the girls’.

“Girl, when I say you looked so good when you were strutting down the stage,” Daniela sighed, kissing the bunched tips of her fingers, “The hair, the fit, the face card, all absolutely ate.”

“Oh my God, yeah! And when you like thrusted down into that split, that was so impressive, I, like—my jaw dropped.” Megan agreed, her eyes wide and her hands waving descriptively.

“Babe, you know how to put on a show,” Manon nodded theatrically, “I mean, you know how to put on a f—a show.” She caught herself before she swore in front of the cameras. “The booth gave us the perfect view of the stage and the amount of times we got gagged by how angelic your voice was is actually insane, I mean, you stay deliverin’.”

Y/N giggled, “Thank you, I’m glad you guys enjoyed it.”

Yoonchae looked a little shy, a bright smile on her face, but a reluctance to speak. Y/N slung an arm over her shoulder carefully, giving the youngest a light squeeze. “I heard you’re a big fan, Yoonchae.” She leant into the Korean, who blushed, a hand beside her mouth secretively, whispering, “Don’t tell the others, but you’re my favourite.”

“Aye, I know you did not just say that.” Manon eyed her.

The girls laughed, before Y/N’s attention fell on a certain redhead she’s been excited to meet. Lara hadn’t said anything individually besides agree with what her members were saying about the performance. Y/N shot her a soft smile.

“Lara, I was really tempted to invite you onstage for a duet, but I was really disappointed when they told me I couldn’t,” Y/N chimed, chuckling, “Did you have a good time?”

The other members shared theatrical glances, even going as to winking to their cameras to insinuate the fans were getting fed the content they’ve been asking for.

“It was crazy, I don’t think I’ve enjoyed a concert that much before,” Lara muttered softly, before accepting the taller’s open invitation to a hug. The two of them gave each other a good squeeze, the camera zooming in on Y/N rubbing Lara’s back before they pulled apart.

“I’m really glad you came,” Y/N confessed, her eyes darting between Lara’s. She was so much more different from her personality in the media, she was so much more calm, voice steady with a professional edge. And much more shameless when it came to flirting than her usual flustered state would let on. “I did hope we would meet somewhere chill for the first time, when I’m not looking like a sweaty monkey, but, hey! I got to see you, so I’m not complaining.”

Daniela and Manon both melted in amusement at the woman’s apparent attempts at flirting. Sophia and Megan did their best to hide their laughter at Lara’s inability to think of something quick and hot on the spot.

They knew her well, and they could tell she was nervous.

[ Damn, Y/N, I wasn’t familiar with your game ]

“Yeah, well, you still look jaw-dropping. If this is you at your worst, then I don’t think I’d be able to handle you at your best,” Lara bit back, and the younger singer bit her lip in response.

But catching a look from her manager behind Katseye’s camera crew, Y/N knew she needed to go get out of her outfit and freshen up before the meet and greets. She nodded, glancing up and down at Lara shamelessly. “Hey, if I could trade anything for more time, I would. But unfortunately I still have a couple things to do before I get to call it a night.” She began backing away, “It was really nice meeting you guys thought. We should all hang out soon.”

She eyed Lara last, shooting her a quick smirk before she was ushered back down the hall by her team.

The girls all let out screams of their own before attention fell back on the starred Katz of the night.

“Oh my God, did ya’ll see that? Y/N was making a move on our rising global pop sensation, Lara Raj!” Manon yelled into the camera, before shaking the mentioned in excitement.

“She was totally hitting it off with you, oh my God, I can’t believe we just witnessed that.” Sophia had a hand over her chest, as if keeping her heart from drumming out her chest.

[ Not the girls acting like they’re the ones Y/N’s flirting with ]

*Loud technical difficulty transition* [ INSTAGRAM LIVE ] hanging about with me & ari at home • @ynln

“Good morning, people of America,” Y/N practically yelled through her home in Los Angeles. She was going down the stairs, her hair pulled back into a loose pony, rogue strands of her bands falling into her face and over her glasses. Her silver hoops dangling and the strap of her white top was slipping from her shoulder. “Bienvenidos a mi casa, mis amores.”

Y/N fell back onto her couch in her living room, the newest Kendrick song playing softly in the background through her speakers. Y/N’s head fell into somebody’s lap, as she glanced at the growing number of viewers.

“Ari, did I say that right?” she asked, “It’s mis amores, right?”

Ariana Greenblatt was briefly flashed to the camera, waving with her lips pursed and her phone in her other hand. “Yeah, your accent’s getting a lot better.”

“I know. Dani’s been teaching me Español on the low.”

“Wait, Daniela from Katseye?” Ariana asked, but the live was trained on Y/N, whose head turned in the younger woman’s lap to look up and nod. “Bro, you never told me what it was like to meet them at your opening show.”

Y/N giggled, her finger raised to be bitten between her teeth. She read the comments, immediately seeing the sudden influx of fans teasing her for her obvious adoration for the group. “You guys don’t know this, but I actually invited Ari out to watch my show with Katseye in the VIP booth. The girl was so excited, and then she found out she actually had to work, so she couldn’t make it and she was so sad for so long.”

The actress groaned, yanking the phone from Y/N’s hands.

“Actually, I was the one who gave her the idea of inviting Katseye to the concert, so technically, I should’ve been the one meeting them and not this ungrateful prick.” she scoffed.

Y/N fought for her phone back, shaking her head in disbelief at the younger’s antics with a smirk on her face. “Actually,” she mocked, “I made sure to get her a signed poster. I even begged them to write a little personal message, so I don’t want to hear about it, okay?”

user01 I watch the Katseye vlog more than I see my mom

user02 when you blushed talking to lara was so cute

user03 PLEASE COLLAB W KASTEYE IM BEGGING

user04 Lara talked abt you in her recent live!

“Girl, don’t even get me started on that live. I was with my family for Christmas and I like audibly screamed at the table when I saw a clip of it,” Y/N confessed, her acrylics grazing her cheek as she covered her face in embarrassment, “Then like six of my friends sent me different clips of the live.”

“Yeah, I sent you the one of her, like, praising your LA open. Guys, full disclosure, Y/N has a fucking folder on tiktok for—!” A shrill scream abruptly cut Ariana off, the phone thrown around and away from the actress as Y/N desperately tried to keep her from revealing her secret. “Y/N—Y/N’s grown ass has a whole folder of fan edits of her and Lara. I’m—I’m not even joking, there’s over a hundred videos in it.”

Despite Y/N covering Ari’s mouth, the shorter seemed to work her way out of the singer’s grasp, exposing her between gasps.

“Stop! It’s not true, she’s fucking lying!” Colour began flushing to Y/N’s cheeks, and the singer’s frequent state of fluster returned to her face. “If any of you snitches saw me favouriting one of your edits, no you didn’t. None of you expose my ass before I embarrass myself in front of this fine woman.”

user05 Girl we don’t gotta expose you

user06 Y/N not knowing lara’s on this live is criminal

user07 lara watching this in silence rn

“No. Please tell me you’re joking,” Y/N’s face fell at the comments, immediately going to check the list of viewers. Ariana peeked at what had suddenly gotten Y/N so quiet and frightened, immediately bursting into hysteria at the reveal. “Oh, girl, ya’ll better be pulling my leg right now.”

After a couple seconds of just Y/N staring at her phone, a scared expression scalded across her face, she dropped her phone off the couch and onto the floor with a deafening shriek.

lararajj Guys I was tryna be stealthy ya’ll ruined the fun

“Oh my God, you’re cooked.” Ariana snorted, picking up the phone. The chat beckoned for the actress to reveal how Y/N was currently reacting to the situation, their request being met when Ariana turned the phone to aim at Y/N, who had moved across the room to lie face-down on the floor. “Hey, Lara, it’s Ari. Huge fan. Y/N’s just over there freaking out at how creepy she must’ve seemed and I apologize on behalf of her. She’ll be back after crashing out.”

lararajj No rush I’ll stay as long as I get to see her again

“Y/N, get your ass up and come talk to Lara.” Ariana scolded, “This ain’t how you treat a lady.”

user08 omg i just know lara’s giggling rn

user09 LARA YOU JUST BROKE THE CURRENT #1 ARTIST

user10 Leave it to the icon to spread gay panic everywhere

user11 Y/N’s never living this down oml

Eventually, Y/N trudged her way back onscreen. She looked over it, her hair a little disheveled and her cheeks pink. Her energy no longer buzzing through the phone, as Ariana held the phone out towards her.

lararajj Welcome back pretty

The singer slapped a hand onto her forehead, “Lara, babe, I’m so sorry. I swear, I have a folder for edits of me and Ariana, and another one for me and Billie. I have folders for all my friends.”

Ariana rolled her eyes, “Yeah, it’s weird. But she’s not creepy, she just loves the, like, satisfying feeling of watching edits.”

Y/N closed her eyes, shaking her head with her lips pursed. “Man, ya’ll be making me look like an idiot in front of all the baddies. I swear, you guys are the worse at keeping secrets. But I’m saying, a folder’s just a folder, guys. Nothing odd.”

lararajj Hey… who’s to say I don’t have one too?

[ omg lara has no chill. she’s really trying to kill y/n ]

*Loud technical difficulty transition* Cut to screenshots and clips of Y/N getting quoted in magazines and interviews

“I met Lara backstage at the opening show of my second world tour. Katseye came to the concert, and I had a couple moments with them after and when I started talking with Lara, there was just this, like, energy I loved from her. It felt so good—I was so comfortable just being able to chit-chat with her and I was super disappointed I didn’t get more time. But I just knew she’d become someone very special to me.” —Y/N L/N on meeting her inspiration in music, Lara for Vogue

[ YOUR HONOUR, SHES—IN LOVE? ]

“I like somebody who’s bold and knows who they are, y’know? Like somebody who’s shamelessly themselves, and makes choices even if people don’t necessarily agree with them. I take a lot of risks when I put different kinds of music out, and I really want a partner who can match that energy.” —Y/N L/N on her ideal partner for Buzzfeed

[ Omg literally how Manon and Megan described Lara ]

“When I like somebody, I won’t be able to get them off my mind. I’d write songs about them, I’d start noticing things about them, I’d talk to my friends all about them—I know it sounds pretty bad, but I’m a pretty ‘go big or go home’ girl. I try and get what I want, but I can also get pretty scared and shy, especially when I really, really like this person.” - “I’m not really meeting new people. I have somebody I really like, and I don’t feel the need to really meet anybody new.” —Y/N L/N on the way she crushes & her current dating life on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon

[ THE ONLY THING MISSING IS A NAME DROP ]

“Yeah, I try not to complicate things. Friendships in the industry can be tricky and it’s really easy for me, because I love [Katseye]. They’re all so talented and driven, and they will be your biggest cheerleaders. They’ve all got such unique perspectives and they bring so much to the table. I mean, Lara—I actually wanted to tell them all this when I met them, but I didn’t get the chance. But I definitely would like to get to know them better, it would be my dream come true.” —Y/N L/N on meeting her inspirations in music on Seventeen’s YT channel

[ Girl let her finish that sentence for science please ]

*Loud technical difficulty transition* Y/N L/N Prank Calls Billie Eilish, Ariana Greenblatt & Kendrick Lamar | Phoning It In | ELLE • 3,262,956 views

“Hi, I’m Y/N L/N. Today I’m gonna be prank calling my friends, family or team,” she introduced, smiling and waving into the camera as she sat with a leg dangling off the other, “And this is ‘Phoning It In’ with Elle.”

Y/N was asked to call Billie and ask her for extra doggie diapers from when Shark was potty training, then asked to call Dylan Minnette and make some really bad ‘13 Reasons Why’ jokes, and Ariana Greenblatt for advice on how to hide an accidental purchase of life-sized cardboard cutouts of Al Pacino from her parents. None of those pranks really struck any nerves, her shame gland was pretty tiny. It wasn’t until Y/N was asked to phone a certain Indian singer she had recently befriended was she truly experiencing anxiety.

Some b-roll of telephones and the name ‘Lara Raj’ paired with a photo of Y/N and Katseye at the solo singer’s opening stage in LA, before the video cuts back to Y/N in her chair.

She exhaled, running a hand through her hair. “I’m like, really nervous right now. I had a couple moments to walk and talk with the girls and they’re all so cool. I know, it’s still kinda hazy for me, ‘cuz I swear I passed out when Lara gave me a hug.”

The shot cut to one of Y/N holding up her ringing phone.

“Hello?” a voice chimed on the other end of the line. The video zoomed in on the phone screen, the contact name ‘LR’ with a winky face emoticon at the end clearly evident.

“Hey, Lara, it’s Y/N.” The singer could barely contain the wide grin on her face as she glanced down at her lap. Her ringed fingers picked at the waistband of the Calvin Klein layer of her pants. “I hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time.”

“Oh, hey! Haven’t heard from you in a while, I was starting to miss that sweet voice of yours.”

Lara’s low voice, combined with the flirtatious edge to the way she delivered that line made Y/N’s stomach flutter. Her mouth widened into a mix of a jaw-drop and a grin, her eyes shut as her eyebrows furrowed. Her hand came up to hover over her lips, as if keeping in whatever dirty noise she was about to let out. She held her phone away so Lara wouldn’t be able to hear her quickening breath.

[ THE FOLDING IS SO REAL ]

The Indian chuckled softly, “Babe, you there?”

The pet name had Y/N burying her flushing face into both hands. Her leg swung down, phone set on her lap as she hid her expression. However, the tips of her ears gave her fluster away, burning a bright red as she recollected her cool.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” she stammered, “Ahem—I was just gonna ask you a really odd question.”

Lara’s voice dropped husky, “Go ahead, love.”

Y/N inhaled deeply, pursing her lips to fight the smile creeping onto her lips. “Well, I’m on my way back to LA from New York early ‘cuz my invite for fashion week is going through some complicated verification issues, but the thing is, my house was supposed to get remodelled until I was supposed to get back in a week, so I have nowhere to stay right now.”

The Katseye member hummed, “Yeah? That’s unfortunate.”

“Yeah, and I was wondering, since you guys are some of the only people I’m friends with that live here, if I could maybe crash for a couple nights? Just until my house is done getting renovated.” Y/N played off, her voice trembling slightly at keeping her laugh contained.

“Oh, baby, that’s a loaded question,” Lara sighed, “Personally, I would say absolutely, but I have to consult with the girls too before I confirm anything. How soon are you landing?”

Y/N pretended to think for a second, “Uh, in like four hours.”

“Oh, wow, you’re coming back today.” Lara laughed, “Yeah, let me shoot the girls a text and I can get back to you in like ten?”

“For sure, no rush.” Y/N made eye contact with the camera, biting her lip. She knew there was no going back from this interaction, that the fans would definitely never let her live this moment down for as long as she breathed. “No worries if it’s a ‘no’, no pressure. I know it’s kinda last minute.”

“No, no, don’t worry about it, honey. If, and it’s a big ‘if’, the girls say no and you don’t find a place to stay, I’ll get you a hotel room for the week.” Lara offered.

[ the pet names UGH JUST COME OUT ALR ]

Y/N’s jaw dropped for the God knows how many time, her head thrown back at the amount of affection she was getting from this woman. She kinda dreaded having to break it to Lara about this being a prank call, because she actually found herself wanting to spend the night at Katseye’s dorm just for kicks. Who knows, maybe she could salvage it.

“You don’t have to do that, Lara. Don’t worry that pretty head of yours.” Y/N teased, immediately grimacing into a face of instant regret at her poor attempt at flirting.

“Well, now I have to get them to say ‘yes’.” Lara joked back, “Can’t have you all alone at a hotel when you can be here safe and sound with my pretty head, right?”

“Well, I gotta say, that’s very tempting. But I also gotta say that this is a prank. I’m sitting here with Elle right now and they asked me to give you a call.” The loud laugh coming from the other end of the line had Y/N slapping her hand against her forehead, mourning her chances with Lara at how stupid she sounded. “You’re so nice to me, I feel bad.”

“Okay, I don’t even care if it was a prank, I’m just disappointed you’re not actually gonna sleepover.”

Y/N bit her lip, her hand reaching up to dip her beanie. The tip of her acrylic came between her teeth, before she rolled her eyes with a wide grin. “I can still come over without the excuse, y’know. Normal people call it ‘hanging out’ these days.”

“Wow, really? Never heard of it,” Lara joked back.

[ Felt like I was interrupting something when I edited this ]

“We need to go out together soon—With the girls too, I mean.” Y/N said, moving her phone away from her face, as if scared of the potential rejection.

[ NICE SAVE YOU GAY HOE ]

“Absolutely. Enjoy the rest of this interview, babe, hope you don’t take advantage of anybody else’s kindness,” Lara said, letting out a low chuckle. “Call me later so we can make plans.”

Y/N hummed, “I will. Talk to you in a bit.”

When she hung up, Y/N sprung from her chair, silently freaking out at the interaction. She was so thankful Lara took that like a champ. “Oh my God, you guys are making me look so stupid in front of pretty women.”

[ There’s too much content for one video… stay tuned for pt.2! ]

#katseye x reader #katseye #lara raj x reader #lara raj #daniela avanzini #daniela avanzini x reader #manon bannerman #manon bannerman x reader #megan skiendiel #megan skiendiel x reader #sophia laforteza x reader #sophia laforteza #yoonchae

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mcynburger Mate, go have some pad-thai

chillijr wait, if I ask you out you won’t say no?

mcynburger I would be mad if I do

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ospastry WHY IS THERE SO MUCH NAKEDNESS

ospastry y'all so nasty

mcynburger it was hot 🔥

norizz I think I just stumbled on pornhub-

mcynburger THIS IS A CHILD FRIENDLY ACCOUNT

norizz SAYS THE LADY POSTING NAKED SELFIES

lordperceval this is literally my daily view

lordperceval I pray I become Carlos’ boyfriend in next lifetime

alexmieux stay at his house only then

alexmieux also, did you do the dishes ?

lordperceval I could eat off you …?

norizz Oh Lord, this is not your OF

chillijr I look good 👍🏻

mcynburger you always do 🥺

max1 and I thought it was not obvious they love each other

lordperceval you both fucked on first date

mcynburger not the first time 🤭

alexmieux COME TO GC LIKE RIGHT NOW !?

alexmieux YOU GET THAT SMALL ASS RIGHT HERE

chillijr it's not small -

lilyhye if you want the girl gc to approve, stay shut carlos

chillijr it’s not like you guys are going tell y/n to break up

carmenvroom where tf is she !?

chillijr in my bed, sleeping 😴

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user1 PAPAYA FAMILY

user2 why do I feel admin sneaked someone ?

user3 admin fangirling over Ferrari?

user4 admin, Spanish or French 🗿

mclaren Spanish any day 😗

user5 admin is simping over a certain someone

mclaren ssh 🤫 we don't let it go out.

user6 I think the admin has gained another bother 🙂‍↕️

mclaren * blocked *

user7 CHAT, ADMIN IS LETTING PERSONAL FEELINGS SHOW

user8 admin forgetting this is the main account

user9 I swear I only follow mclaren for the admin content

user10 admin right tho, who would not simp over Carlos !?

landonorris me

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ospastry I see dead people..

ospastry YOU BETRAYED ME

ospastry WHERE IS THE TROPHY !? SHE GOES RUNNING TO HIM

ospastry SOMEBODY THAT I USED TO KNOW

ospastry You were my sun, you were my earth

norizz you just googled that -

norizz the font

ospastry oh-

hamsandwich did soemthing happen between you and lily ?

ospastry NO, I WOULD HAVE DIED IF IT DID

ospastry my best friend, my diaper mate, my classmate, the girl who introduced me to the love of my life just abandoned for some red suit guy

mcynburger and then Lily left me for a idiot like you ?

ospastry I AM YOUR BESTFRIEND !

chillijr mi amor ❤️

mcynburger 🥺

ospastry not the Spanish nicknames 🥴

norizz we are telling zac, you traitor

mclaren We do not have any problem with our staff having their respective personal lives - Zak

norizz WAIT- ALL THIS TIME, THE OFFICIAL ACCOUNT FOLLOWS YOU ?

mcynburger duh, it’s my account technically

norizz they heard me bitch?

mcynburger duh, why do you think your salary reduced

norizz I LOVE MCLAREN 🧡

mcynburger @ ospastry dw, I will steal Ferrari strategies and give to you

ospastry Ferrari strategies? Then I can as very much retire with just one win

lordperceval it’s @ alonsomango we need to look out for

strollinginpark or my rich dad issues ?

max1 rich dad perks having to steal Adrian

max1 my car has become Mercedes 2.0

georgey meet you in the track you dutchman

lilyhye can you stop discussing cars while appreciating Carlos and y/n?

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alexmieux LESSGO

alexmieux WE LOOK SO GOOD IN THE MIDDLE PIC

mcynburger Y/n x Alex = best 🫶🏻

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chososcamgirl · 4 months ago

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(SHE’S) JUST A PHASE CHAPTER CHAPTER TWELVE: sweet dreams, tn

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“So where’s your lover boy?” Panda asks, his voice cutting through the cacophony of laughter and music as he trails you through the crowded corridors, dodging the sea of bodies like a seasoned sailor.

Pit pit pit pit—the sound of eight pairs of feet creates a chaotic rhythm that echoes off the walls, blending with the chatter, screams from fangirls, and the distant sound of music. The air is thick with anticipation, a pre-show buzz that somehow amplifies your frustration.

You stop suddenly, squinting against the bright lights overhead, still disoriented in this maze of unfamiliar hallways. You were reread Megumi’s text for the hundredth time.

“It’s simple, just walk straight, take the second left, and then the first right.”

“Simple my ass,” you mutter, irritation creeping into your voice. You can feel the fabric of your outfit constricting slightly as your heart races—not just from the crowd, but from the thought of him, wherever he might be.

“Yn, do you even know where you’re going?” Nobara interjects, arms crossed and feet tapping impatiently. “I didn’t put on my red bottoms just to wander around like a lost kid in target.”

Her tone is playful, but there’s an edge of seriousness. You can picture her frustration—she's here to make an impression, and you can’t let her down. She mumbles something under her breath, probably a jab about you and megumi, which she blames on you ovulating. You roll your eyes, mentally flipping her off.

“Yn, maybe you should use your third eye to find him,” Panda suggests, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

“Third eye?” you ask, bewildered.

“Your vagina” he raises an eyebrow, teasingly dragging out the moment.

Maki snickers.

“Maki, why are you laughing? Shouldn’t you be helping?” Panda shoots back, exasperated, though his tone is more playful than annoyed.

Maki rolls her eyes but doesn’t miss a beat. She raises her fist, mock-threatening to punch Panda, but they both stumble back, narrowly avoiding a group of crew members wrestling with a mountain of band equipment. One of them shoots you a bemused glance, clearly accustomed to the chaotic energy that follows your group.

“Shit, sorry, everyone,” you murmur, barely looking up from your phone. Your thumbs fly over the screen, sending a heated text to that infuriatingly charming guitarist.

Your frustration simmers just below the surface, not just from his latest blunder but from the way your emotions twist like a tangled cord—half excitement, half anxiety.

You can’t help but think of how he always manages to distract you, his grin igniting a flutter in your chest. The irony of searching for him while being completely consumed by thoughts of him doesn’t escape you.

“Yn?” A voice echoes through the dimly lit corridor, pulling you from your thoughts.

You look up to find Megumi standing there, his expression softening as he meets your gaze.

“Hey,” you reply, your voice a gentle murmur, but he hears you easily.

The surrounding group begins to disperse, each member pairing off into their conversations—Maki and Yuta engaged about their next date, Panda and Toge animatedly debriefing about the latest talk gush episode, and Nobara mocking Yuji about his latest blunder on Twitter, laughter spilling out like a warm embrace.

“Sooo, how’s it going?” you ask slyly, trying to mask the sudden flutter of nerves that stir within you.

Why does this feel different tonight? You’ve shared countless moments, yet there’s an undeniable weight in the air that makes your heart race.

A smirk curls at the corners of Megumi’s lips, amusement dancing in his eyes. He finds your nervousness both cute and entertaining.

“You know my fans would kill you if they found out the mystery girl I’ve been seeing is at the show tonight.”

You arch an eyebrow, a playful glint in your gaze. Your fingers find their way to his chest, lightly tracing the fabric of his shirt before hovering near his lips, an invitation and a tease. His breath hitches, hanging in the air like an unspoken promise, thick with unacknowledged tension.

“Guess we’ll just have to keep it a secret then, huh?” you reply, leaning in slightly, enjoying the way his pulse quickens under your touch.

“Oi, come on, lovebirds! We perform in twenty!” a voice calls from behind you, interrupting the moment. It’s the white-haired boy, his tone both teasing and urgent.

You glance back at him, rolling your eyes playfully as you stick out your tongue.

“Can’t a girl have a moment?” you shoot back, a lightness in your voice that contrasts with the intensity of the moment you just shared.

“Seems like you have to go,” you say, brushing imaginary nerves off his shoulders with a teasing gesture, your fingertips lingering a moment too long.

Megumi gazes at you in silence, as if he’s trying to memorise every detail—the way your hair falls around your shoulders, the sparkle in your eyes that seems to illuminate the dim corridor.

Were you always this beautiful, or is it just the shoddy lighting casting a warm glow around you?

“Good luck,” you say, rising onto your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his cheek. The warmth of your lips against his skin sends a thrill through you, a jolt of something unspoken.

With that, you turn and dash off to catch up with your friends, laughter bubbling up as you leave him behind, your heart still racing.

You glance back to find Megumi standing there, visibly starstruck, watching you with a mix of admiration and disbelief. There’s a new softness in his gaze, one that makes your chest tighten with something you can’t quite name.

You can’t help but laugh, the sound light and carefree, as you turn away.

God, he was down bad.

extras!

• COME BACK SEUNGHAN 🙏🙏

• yn lowkey gafs about megumi now chat…

• is this the enemjes to lovers we were all longing for? lol just wait until next chapter

• yn was ON that ledge like fully over the barricade SOMEONE HELP THE POOR GIRL

• ynmegumi interaction again hiiiii

• are they… falling in love with eachother???

• oh there’s sukuna hi boyfie

• he got another number… just for us? awww😍😍

• if he wanted to he would

a/n: FINALLY UP TO DATE WITH THE CHAPTERS EVERYBODY CHEER!!! this was lowkey a filler chapter but next chapter is going to be so GOOD. like i said we’re just getting started? you thought this was going to be a fluffy fic? LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER

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glitterquadricorn · 7 months ago

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My Tears Ricochet - f1 grid x indycar!reader

+summary: after a devastating end of a six-year relationship, she decided a change was needed. a change that ultimately brings her more opportunities, and she even finds love in an unexpected place. +pairing: f1 grid x indycar!driver +warnings: cheating, curse words, pregnancy, betrayal, mentions sexism, mentions misogyny, etc. If I missed something, let me know. face claim: tony breidinger dedicated to @fangirl-dot-com. They helped me so much whenever I got stuck. I highly recommend them. Their fics are so good. I do not give my permission to have my work reposted. I do not give my permission to have my work translated. If I'm notified that you've stolen my work or claim it as your own, you'll be asked to take it down before I'll report you. End of discussion.

The way Wyatt became possessive over his phone when before he'd always let her use it was concerning, but she brushed it off thinking maybe it was just a one-time thing. Then she noticed whenever she stepped into the room, and he was on the phone, he'd leave or if they were in the room together and his phone rang, he'd get up and answer it in a different room. The thought of him cheating on her crossed her mind at one point, but he wouldn't do that, right?

Right? Wrong.

Stepping into the house after a long flight, all she wanted to do was take a nice hot shower to scrub off the airport griminess and cuddle with Wyatt on the couch, but walking through the house, she noticed articles of clothing strewn about. 'That's weird' she thought to herself. Her ears picked up moaning sounds coming from their shared bedroom. Hearing lewd sounds like that made her blood run cold. Wyatt was cheating on her, but with whom?

Opening the door to their bedroom, she was met with Wyatt having her barely eighteen-year-old sister, Elizabeth, bent over the side of the bed.

"What the hell is going on?!"

Wyatt pushed Elizabeth forward, letting her hit the mattress. "Y/n, babe, this isn't what it looks like."

"Really? Because to me it looks like you were just balls deep in my sister." her eyes darted to said sister who's twirling her hair in-between her fingers and kicking her feet back and forth all with a smug look on her face. "And you! You're my sister. How could you do this to me?"

"I've loved him for years and it wasn't fair that you had him all to yourself."

"So, you thought it was a good idea for you to sleep with him?! Do you hear yourself?"

Elizabeth got up from the bed and walked over to Wyatt, wrapping her arms around his waist. "It's not the first time we've slept together."

"What does she mean, Wyatt?"

"Go ahead, babe. Tell her, or I will," Wyatt looking down at his feet hesitating to tell her was everything she needed to know that whatever's been going on between the two of them has been going on for a while. "Since he won't say anything, we've been together for eight months."

"Eight months?!?! Un-fucking-believable."

"Is now a bad time to say I'm pregnant- wait, what are you doing?" Elizabeth asked, watching as y/n left the bedroom, muttering under her breath about how her own sister was a backstabbing, home wrecking whore.

"I'm picking yours and his clothes up off the floor and throwing them in the trash where they belong."

"You can't do that!"

"Seeing as this is my house, I can do what I want and I'm just cleaning up the mess you left behind as per usual."

"But-"

Y/n walked over to the front door, opening it and gestured for her to leave. "I don't care where you go, or who you go to, because you are no longer welcomed here."

With no other choice, Elizabeth dug hers and Wyatt's clothes out of the trash and got dressed. Once they were gone, she wasted no time in reaching for her rather expensive tequila and drank it straight from the bottle.

"Who needs boyfriends when you have a sister like Elizabeth."

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josefnewgarden where was my invite?

⤷ yourinstagram it got lost in the mail.

user1 I find it a little weird that she's in Maranello 🤔

⤷user2 everyone takes a vacation to Maranello, so it's not that weird.

⤷user1 maybe but wearing a Ferrari jacket and going to the Ferrari Museum and then taking a picture of the prancing horse? its sus to me.

user3 If you go to formula one, I swear to God I'll scream.

*liked by yourinstagram*

⤷user4 Y/N LIKED?!?

⤷user5 this pretty much confirms she's going to f1.

user6 that jacket is sooooo cute!

ScuderiaFerrari red looks good on you.

*liked by yourinstagram*

⤷user7 ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!

user8 there's a reason why there hasn't been a woman in formula one in thirty-three years.

⤷user9 and its because formula one is for men and not women.

⤷user10 if she does to f1, she'll choke under the pressure and go back to indycar.

She'd be lying if she said listening to the Ferrari higher ups talk about what was expected of her once she signed the contract wasn't lowkey terrifying. Ferrari was the dream team. A team every driver wanted to be a part of because of its past successes and rich history. And who wouldn't want to join the likes of Fangio, Lauda, Prost and Schumacher in the Ferrari Hall of fame?

"You with us, y/n?" her lawyer set his hand on her shoulder, getting her attention.

"I'm sorry, but can you repeat that?"

"As we were saying, Ferrari goes deeper than just a brand of car. Many individuals have joined over the years, but many have also cracked under the pressure. Are you sure you can handle it?"

"Oh! Definitely."

"If you're so sure, then sign away," Fred slid the contract over the sleek oak table and handed her a pen, hurriedly signing her name on the dotted line. As she set the pen down, it hit her. She was, as of that moment, a formula one driver for Scuderia Ferrari.

She stood up, shaking everyone's hand, stopping at Fred. "Thank you for taking a chance on me. I won't let you down."

"I know you won't." The small French man smiled. "Now, would you like a tour?"

Nodding her head, an older Ferrari employee guided them to the door and started going from room to room, talking intensively about anything and everything Ferrari. It was one thing to see pictures of past drivers and read their achievements, but to lay eyes on the multiple rows of championship winning cars was another. It only made the excitement grow.

That same Ferrari employee saw Charles and immediately waved him over. "Charles! Mate, come meet your new teammate!"

When their eyes met, it was like everything slowed down. It felt as if no one else was in the room but them. Just then, a warm, fuzzy feeling washed over her, and a small flutter of butterflies tickled inside her body. Was this love at first sight? But she just met Charles. There's no way she could possibly fall in love with her new teammate Right?

The corners of the Monegasques' mouth curved into a grin. "I'm Charles."

"I'm Y/n."

His trainer and the Ferrari employee exchanged looks and knew something special had happened between the two drivers. No one looks at someone like that and does not end up together.

"As much as I'd love to stay and chat, I got to get going. We should get together sometime and get to know each other since we're going to be teammates."

"I'd love that!"

They swapped phones, putting each other's numbers in. As the tour continued, she looked over her shoulder and watched him walk away, completely ignoring the Ferrari employee. The season couldn't start fast enough.

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scuderiaferrari pushing past expectations and shattering glass ceilings, y/n y/ln makes history by being the first woman since Giovanna Amati in 1992 to race in formula one. Everyone here at Ferrari can't wait to see what you achieve!

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yourinstagram racing for Ferrari has always been a dream of mine since I was a kid and now that's coming to fruition feels amazing. thank you for this opportunity.

⤷scuderiaferrari 🥰❤️

user1 time to stop watching formula one.

⤷user2 if you're going to stop watching formula one all because a woman joined the grid, then that's says a lot about you as a person.

charles_leclerc the season can't start fast enough!

*liked by yourinstagram*

user3 while I'm sad to see her leave IndyCar, I'm excited to see her race in formula one.

lewishamilton this is not only inspirational to me, but many women who want to get into motorsports, or even formula one, but don't because of the rampant sexism and misogyny. I know your career in formula one is going to bright!

⤷yourinstagram you have no idea how much this means to me!

user4 with charles and y/n Ferrari will be unstoppable.

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user5 Ferrari dominance will bore people.

user6 Ferrari wdc and wcc confirmed!

part two will have ALL the drama.

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ncis-nerd · 6 months ago

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first day

boss wanda maximoff x college student reader

about: y/n, a college student starts her new internship. she is off to a rough start but don't worry it gets better.

secrets untold au

You loved the fall, watching the leaves fall to the ground. The quiet simplicity of birds chirping, how they’d wake you up each and every morning. Every morning was a good morning in your head.

You were in on your way to work, a part time job as you were a college student. This “job” as you called it, was a paid internship with one of the most well-known film companies. Today was your first day there, you still couldn’t believe it.

Your heart raced as you approached the bold red stairs that led up to the tall building. You stood there for a moment, was this really happening? You thought to yourself as a woman with auburn hair bumped into you, causing you to stumble. You fell to the floor, your knee bleeding slightly. You groaned softly, looked at your skinned knee.

Your eyes glance up towards the tall woman in heels who had a frown on her face, you could tell she didn’t mean to do that. “Oh, I am so sorry honey.” She spoke, helping you off of the ground.

Her eyes trailed down to your bloody knee, she winced. “I have a first aid kit in my office, if you want?” She asked. You nodded, following behind her as she led you into the building.

Your eyes scan the room, there were a bunch of cubicles and a break room. This building didn’t feel like professional place of business though, the decorations felt homey in a sense. There were a bunch of pictures in frames, a lot of scenery and sunshines.

One photograph really caught your attention, you stopped in your tracks when you saw a picture of a really beautiful red-headed woman with green eyes. The woman hovered behind you, smiling at your interest in that specific image.

“You like that one?” She husked, her voice startling you slightly. You nod in response, “It’s such a good photograph, not just the quality but the woman in the picture as well.” Your eyes focused on all the little small details that could be missed by another’s eyes. Like the sparkle in the green eyes or the small grin in the photo that is hidden by an obvious frown.

“My wife. That’s my wife, I took that photograph myself. You think she’s pretty?” The woman smirked at you, your eyes notice the very obvious wedding band on her finger that you had not seen before.

You turn red, slightly embarrassed that you were fangirling over her wife, and her photo. You were impressed though, because it was such a good photo. “Aw, you getting shy on me sweetheart?” Her eyes burned into yours, it felt like she could see right into your soul.

Her eyes fall back onto your bruised knee, “Ah right, let’s go get that cleaned up.” She nodded, leading you to her office. Her office was huge, she had her own leather couch, fairy lights and even a wall mounted television. Your attention fell onto her shelf of cameras, which made sense since she said she took that photo from earlier.

She pulled a first aid kit out of her desk, “Come over here, will you dear?” She asked, digging through the bandaids and such. You sat on the couch, near her. Her hand brought your leg up, on top of her lap.

“This is going to sting a little” She hummed before wiping your knee with an alcohol pad. You groaned, feeling the intense sting. You were never one for pain, even the slightest amount would send you spirling. Which is why you were surprised that you were able to remain your composure before. But it’s like the woman could see right behind your wall, as tears started to form in your eyes.

She placed a bandaid on your knee, sealing the bruise after putting antibiotic cream on it. “All better.. Do you want me to kiss it better?” A warm smile creeped up on her face. You nodded shyly. That didn’t sound too bad, you thought.

The woman gently removed your leg from her lap, placing it back onto the ground. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, as to how she was going to kiss your knee if it was on your ground.

That’s when she stood up from the couch, crouching right in front of you as she made direct eye contact. As she got on her knees and kissed yours.

You could feel her warm lips on your knee, her hot breath tickling your knee. You groan softly, your heart fluttered. You couldn’t lie that she didn’t get you all flustered. She arose, helping you up.

“Well, you’re all fixed, sweetheart. Excuse my matters, I didn’t catch your name earlier? My name is Wanda Maximoff.” The auburn haired woman smiled.

You felt your heart drop when you came to the realization that this was THE Wanda Maximoff, as in your BOSS, Wanda Maximoff? This was not good..

“Y/N…. Y/L/N.” You mumbled softly, your eyes fell to your floor as you felt your gut drop.

"Oh? You’re Y/N, ah I was wondering where you were. You are my new intern. I bet we’ll be having a lot of fun together.” She chuckled, taking a seat at her desk.

Your eyes read her gold name plate on her desk. It read W. Maximoff.

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amaiwrites · 6 months ago

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ITS JUST A KISS

Monoma… is broke. That is, until, he starts working part time in Recovery Girl’s office by copying her quirk. It’s all going well until a certain someone shows up with injuries that need to be healed…

inspired by this post! monoma x fem!reader, fluff <3

word count: 1.6k (!!!)

“Kirishima, Y/n— you’re up next.”

Y/n takes in a deep breath before she steps onto the platform. Today’s class is combat practice, and students were put in pairs assigned by Mr. Aizawa. Y/n’s up against Kirishima— and he’s great! But that’s the problem. He’ll definitely be a tough opponent.

“Whoever gets the other to step off the platform first— or to surrender, will win.”

Kirishima gives Y/n a determined grin as he hardens his arm, and Y/n returns the favor as she powers up her own quirk.

“And… fight!”

Kirishima throws a punch, Y/n dodges. Y/n kicks Kirishima’s leg. Kirishima gets a hit in on Y/n’s side, then Y/n punches him right in the chest. It goes on like this, each of them landing hits one after the other. Everyone is watching the fight closely, excited to see who will win in the end. Then, a loud noise is heard, causing Y/n to turn her head.

“I am here!” All Might exclaims, and Y/n gets a tiny bit distracted from her fight because, hello, it’s All Might!

Wait, focus— fangirl about All Might later! She looks back over to Kirishima, and his hand flies right out to her face. She stumbles backward, and falls onto the green grass next to the platform. Right out of bounds.

“Kirishima wins this round.” Aizawa says, “Y/n, are you okay?”

“Yeah…” Y/n didn’t hit her head on the ground or anything, but she puts her hand on her forehead and sees that it has some blood on it.

“Ah, shit. Sorry Y/n! I didn’t mean to hit your head like that, it wasn’t very manly of me.” Kirishima offers his hand out and helps Y/n stand up.

“That’s okay,” she smiles, “nothing Recovery Girl can’t fix later. Good fight!”

The cut on her head wasn’t bad enough to cause great concern, but Aizawa sent Y/n down to Recovery Girl’s office anyways.

Dang, I really wanted to see Momo go up against Uraraka, Y/n thinks as she knocks on the door to the nurses office.

“Come on in.” A voice— definitely not Recovery Girl’s voice, says. Y/n cautiously opens the door, only for her eyes to meet—

“Monoma?!”

“Y/n? How delightful to see you here!” Monoma welcomes her inside, warm smile on his face, but Y/n is still skeptical.

She crosses her arms. “What are you doing here?”

“Recovery Girl was kind enough to let me work part time in the nurses office.” Monoma smirks, “The best part about it is that I get to see how many of you 1-A idiots end up in here injured! Not nearly as many Class B students get hurt like—“

“Now, now, calm down Monoma. You’re supposed to be helping.” Recovery girl says, and Y/n tries her best not to laugh. “Heal her cut for me, will you dear?”

Monoma’s smug demeanor seems to fall, his eyes going wide as his head turns to Recovery Girl. “Heal her? But— it’s just a small cut!”

“Wait, how would he heal me?” Y/n cuts in.

“Well, as you know, Monoma here can copy quirks,” Recovery girl explains, “I’ve had him copy my quirk so he could heal non-emergency people. This way I can go be right on the scene of classes like yours, where bad injuries are prone to happen.”

…Interesting. Besides his quirk, Monoma is the least suitable student to be helping out like this. From what Y/n has seen, Monoma only likes to help his classmates, and definitely notClass 1-A.

“Speaking of, I’m off to find your class now. They’re outside on the platform left of the main building, yes?”

Y/n nods. “Take good care of our patients, Monoma!” The door closes behind Recovery Girl as she leaves the nurses office.

And now it was just the two of them.

Monoma sighs. “Sit.” He says, pointing towards one of the doctor’s beds in the room.

He always has so much attitude, Y/n thinks, but she sits where he told her to anyways. She would leave, but it’s probably not the best idea to leave her cut unattended.

Stupid Monoma. His ‘I’m-better-than-you’ attitude and that smug smirk that’s always on his face is so… ugh. If he was less of an asshole, he’d be cute.

Wait, what am I even saying??

Monoma isn’t cute. He’s not. Y/n hasn’t thought that, not even for a second—

“Damn girl, this cut’s worse than I thought.” Y/n almost jumps at the sound of Monoma’s voice next to her. He stands in front of Y/n, placing various medical items down next to her. When he’s done with that, he frowns. “Who did this to you?”

Y/n studies Monoma’s expression. Usually he’d be teasing her, saying that with his idiotic smirk on his face. Call her crazy, but he almost looks… worried? Weird.

“Kirishima,” She answers, “it was an accident though! I got distracted and his hand slipped.”

Monoma grunts in— understanding? Disapproval? Y/n doesn’t know.

“Idiot.” Monoma mutters, and Y/n’s not sure if he’s talking about her or Kirishima. His hand taps Y/n’s thighs. “Spread out your legs.”

She gives him a suspicious look. “My cut’s on my head, dummy.”

“Yeah, no shit,” He pushes her legs apart himself, and then he stands between them. “See? Now I can get to your cut easier. Dummy.”

Monoma takes a wet cloth and starts to clean around the cut and he— well, he smells nice. That might seem like a random thing to say, but he is right up in Y/n’s face right now, which is being flooded with the smell of subtle cologne. He just smells nice.

Y/n usually keeps her distance from this guy, but he isn’t that bad up close. The Monoma that Y/n sees right now isn’t the obnoxious little shit that’s always talking trash about 1-A, but a concerned… classmate? Friend?

And, Y/n has to admit to herself, maybe he’s a little cute. Just a little bit. It’s totally the blue eyes— or the hair. Or the voice— Okay, not gonna think about that anymore.

Monoma puts the cloth down, his eyes meeting Y/n’s. “I’m gonna kiss you.”

“What?!” Y/n exclaims, her face quickly turning pink. Where the hell did that come from? Monoma just laughs. He gently takes Y/n’s face in his hands and kisses her forehead.

Wait. Copying Recovery Girl’s quirk… he was just kissing me to heal my cut, that makes sense! Y/n hadn’t realized that until now.

His quirk must’ve malfunctioned somehow, though, because that kiss didn’t make Y/n feel better. It made her heart start beating really fast, and— is it hot in here? Because Y/n definitely feels hot.

Oh.

Monoma’s smirk appears back on his face. “Y/n, are you blushing? Aww! Want me to kiss you again?”

“Shut up!” Y/n’s eyes go to anywhere in the room, just not on him. Shit, she can’t like Monoma! The guy that, like, all of your friends hate? That hates you? Well, isn’t that just great.

Monoma’s still standing where he has been, right in Y/n’s space. It’s not helping. She finally decides to look back at him, because he probably should have moved away by now. He really should, before Y/n does something that she’d regret.

“Oh,” He says simply, taking Y/n’s left hand in his. “You’re bleeding here too.” He wipes the blood off of Y/n’s hand with a cloth, then presses his mouth to her palm. Another kiss, yet there wasn’t even a cut on her hand. That was just blood from her forehead.

“Um… there’s no cut on my hand.” Y/n points out, and Monoma just nods.

“Great observation, Y/n,” He teases, “I’m aware of that. I just wanted to see if your face could get any redder.”

Y/n rolls her eyes. “You’re gonna have to try harder than that to get me to blush.” She says, despite her now red face.

“Alright then,” Monoma starts, leaning in just a little bit closer. “guess I’ll have to keep trying then.”

“I…” Before Y/n can stop herself, she glances down at Monoma’s lips. I’m about to do something stupid, aren’t I? “Y-“

“Y/n! Are you in there?” Ochako knocks on the door, startling both Y/n and Monoma. Y/n quickly stands up as she walks into the room. “…Monoma? What are you doing here?”

“Oh, Ochako! Who won your match?” Y/n asks, partly to take the attention off of her but mostly because she’s curious.

Ochako grins and puts her hands on her hips. “Me! Momo was quite the tough opponent though, I just barely won…” She shrugs. “Speaking of class, Aizawa sent me to find you. We should hurry back, Deku and Bakugo are up next!”

If you know Izuku and Bakugo, you know that this fight is going to be intense. It’ll definitely be entertaining to watch too, which is why Ochako grabs Y/n’s hand and starts to lead them back to class.

Y/n tries to look over her shoulder at Monoma, but Ochako closed the door on their way out.

“Hey, what was Monoma doing in there?” Ochako asks.

Almost kissing me, Y/n thinks, but she probably shouldn’t say that. “He’s… working for Recovery Girl. Copied her quirk and stuff.”

“Whatt? I never would’ve imagined him as a nurse, he doesn’t seem like the type of guy to help others like that…”

Y/n nods in agreement. He didn’t seem like her type either, yet here he was making her all flustered.

Seriously, out of all people, Neito Monoma?

You’re an idiot, Y/n.

should I make a part 2? 🤭

#꒰ amai writes ☁️ ໒꒱#neito monoma #neito monoma x reader #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader

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threeacttragedy · 3 months ago

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Entry 9: The One Where You Choose Your Own Brazilian Adventure

My planned post – the “In Dedication of JVN” one where I fangirl over Jonathan Van Ness and what a fun and interesting piece of the Lukola puzzle he is – was derailed today because I was once again asked about Brazil. Well, more specifically, I was asked about whether I thought we were ever going to get those steamy, hopefully X-rated pictures, from Brazil. There’s pictures?!

In truth, I thought we’d collectively squeezed that grapefruit dry and left the rind somewhere between Italy and the Glamour Awards.

Alas, here I am writing about Brazil.

It’s funny because I’ve never thought much about Brazil. I know, I know! How could I possibly type those words without my nose growing six inches in front of my face? Well, it’s because it was always Australia that intrigued me. More on that later…

So why exactly do we believe there are pictures from Brazil? And, why do we think they are going to prove some kind of hot affair between Luke and Nicola? This theory is likely fueled by rumor; rumor born from how Luke and Nicola behaved towards each other while they were in Brazil.

I thought it would be fun to play a little game of “Choose Your Own Adventure” to determine if we’re ever going to see these alleged pictures. And, yes, I will be a very sarcastic bitch when doing this.

Before I start, though, I want to give a quick shout out to my dear friend, whom I shall call The-One-Who-Drops-Random-Pics-Into-Our-Group-Chat-and-Lets-Us-Sweat-Over-Them-for-Atleast-Three-Minutes-Before-Finally-Explaining-Them. She was a wealth of information about Brazil and even had a nice mother-daughter chat with me about the significance of a clean-shaven face (pardon me for never having dated a bearded man, which is odd because I find facial hair quite attractive).

Now, gather ‘round and I shall give you a little prologue to our adventure!

I’m sure most of you already know all about Brazil. In fact, many of you are probably self-described experts at this point. But, for those who are new here, let me go ahead and light the candles and set the ambiance for you.

On May 19, Luke and Nicola were shuttled off to do their beach photoshoot in Brazil. You know, the one where Nicola was walking the dogs; Luke was strumming the guitar; Nicola was being all girlfriend-like fixing Luke’s jacket; Luke was gazing up at Nicola at the pub while she was touching his neck; and then there was that moment when we all thought they might kiss. Yeah, all that plus Luke’s scruffy face from the week prior suddenly appeared clean-shaven. Apparently, you can never be too “Casual” when you’re headed down south (pun intended – as was that Chappell Roan reference). And, about now is where I’ll “insert disclaimer that this is speculation only.”

The following day, we had the actual premiere. I’m not sure what those two were up to before the premiere but both were un-fucking-hinged by the time they made it to the red carpet. We had angel-face Nicola looking up at Luke like he had created the universe and Luke answering Nicola’s Little Red Riding Hood vibe with one sexy ass Big Bad Wolf persona. I mean, the bits and bobs that came out of Luke’s mouth that day! “There’s a carriage downstairs.” “I mean, in this heat, all I’m thinking about is when we didn’t have to wear clothes ‘cos that would be quite nice right now.” “I mean the show is proof that it is [okay to kiss your friends].” With Nicola whispering back, “This is true.” Then there was Luke taking that mic without taking his eyes off Nicola. We had Luke helping Nicola put on her bracelets because – God forbid! – she let go of him for 30 seconds to do it her fucking self. And, let’s not forget about the two of them holding on to each other behind that woman’s back (I’m sorry, I don’t recall her name and I’m too lazy to look it up – mainly, because I’m certain most of you don’t really care about that other woman).

We were also given snippets of Luke and Nicola at the premiere afterparty, looking like two people who, at a minimum, enjoyed each other’s company. They greeted fans outside the venue and, as they walked away together, Nicola seemingly put her hand on Luke’s lower back as if to guide him in the right direction (go ahead – let your imagination run wild – it’s a great opening for a FanFic).

Then, throw in the beach walk with the giant security guard; the interview where Nicola was wearing the fluffy pink skirt and the two of them talked about Chappell Roan’s “Kaleidoscope” (seriously, those two were listening to that song together?); Nicola couldn’t stop giggling about the “meat” of the Carriage Scene; and Luke appeared perhaps a smidge too interested in Nicola’s answer about what she looks for in a man (which fit perfectly into Luke’s “Like, how nice is it when someone notices, like, your kindness or your sense of humor?”). And, we can’t ignore them seemingly sharing a tea cup and Luke reaching for Nicola’s spoon after she’d sampled a dish. Don’t even get me started on over-analyzing Luke’s “manspread” that day.

Let’s also not forget about the rumor portion of this Brazilian escapade – because that is what fuels the sexy hot pictures theory and the central plot of our storied adventure.

Rumor has it Luke and Nicola spent a lot of time with each other in Brazil.

By themselves.

In one or the other’s room.

On the beach.

By the pool.

There were also rumors of them making out in the hotel hallway.

The only evidence we have of any “alone time” are some pictures that were dumped on X of them dining together alone, without any other members of their team.

Now that the backdrop has been set, let’s go on my little adventure.

During the summer between my 7th and 8th grade years, I was bored out of my mind. I grew up in the countryside. No neighbors. No sidewalks. No cable! Just fields, wooded areas, and my two sisters, both of whom had no interest in entertaining me that summer. My mother suggested I read. After boredom had dug itself so far into my being that I was left with no choice but to read, I finally ventured over to the bookshelf and grabbed the thinnest book I could find. It was a “Choose Your Own Adventure.”

If you don’t know what a “Choose Your Own Adventure” book is, then you (and your children) are missing out. Basically, you play the role of the protagonist and make choices to determine the outcome of your story. Sometimes you make the right choice and survive; other times you make the wrong choice and get turned into a little mouse that may or may not be eaten by a cat.

Here we go.

As the protagonist of our story, you are:

THE EMPLOYEE

You’re an employee of the hotel Nicola and Luke stayed at while in Brazil. You have sworn to maintain the privacy of hotel guests; you’ve signed a non-disclosure agreement of sorts to protect the privacy of guests, especially since you have access to VIP areas. You can be a housekeeper, a watchman, a concierge, a seven-foot-tall security guard, whatever tickles your fancy. Doesn’t matter – you’re all bound by the same provisions to protect the privacy of the hotel’s guests. But, in this story, let’s say you’re the housekeeper because – what’s that old saying – the only person who knows everything going on in the house is the maid?

You’re cleaning Nicola’s room and you find lots of signs of a man being in the room. In fact, you find a coat that looks exactly like the one Luke was wearing the night of the premiere. Oh my. As you’re leaving, you see two people making out in the hallway – headed straight towards the room you’re just leaving! It looks like Nicola and Luke. What do you do?

Choice A: Well, you’re a pervy housekeeper so you pull your phone out and start taking pictures. I mean, those two are so into each other, they don’t even notice. You then run and play show-and-tell with your friends because you can’t keep a damn secret. Unfortunately for you, that gossip spreads faster than lice in a preschool, and hotel management tracks your ass down because, guess what, your friends can’t keep a secret either. So, congratulations on being fired. You’re meeting with the lawyers is first thing in the morning. Oh, we also need your phone and the names of all your friends.

Choice B: You respect the privacy of Nicola and Luke and simply turn and walk the opposite direction. Taking photos of them never even crossed your mind! But, damn, what a good story to tell your bestie when you get home, even if you don’t have “receipts.”

THE VIP GUEST

You’re a random guest staying at the hotel. In fact, you’re a random VIP guest staying on the same floor as Nicola and Luke. When you checked in, you signed a non-disclosure agreement. I mean, you want your privacy protected, too! And, heck, NDAs are thrown out like candy these days. You’ve seen so many at this point, you don’t even bother to read them.

You take the elevator up to your floor and, as you step into the hallway, you’re confronted with – goddammit, there’s two motherfuckers all over each other! The guy is trying to slide his key into the door, but the woman’s dress is so awkwardly large, he can’t seem to find the right slot! You realize the people look a lot like those two stars from Bridgerton, and your best friend, Effie, is a huge fan! What do you do?

Choice A: You can’t believe Effie is missing out on this excitement so, of course, you pull your phone out and start taking pictures!! I mean, that NDA you signed didn’t even cross your mind three minutes later when you were forwarding the pictures to Effie! And, because you can’t control what Effie does, she forwards the pictures to all her Bridgie buddies. The next morning you awaken to find the pictures all over X. Oopsie. You feel slightly guilty, and a bit peeved at Effie – but only until you’ve had your morning coffee.

Choice B: You take people’s privacy very seriously. Well, maybe you don’t take it that seriously, but it would be too difficult to dig your phone out of your handbag to take pictures. And, to be honest, Effie is the huge fan, not you. Plus, it seems the guy finally got that door open and damn, based on the sounds of it, he's unlocked something magical. Oh well. You’ll call Effie in the morning to tell her your story, if you remember it.

THE RANDOM STRANGER

You’re a random stranger taking an evening stroll along the beach. You love the sound of the ocean. It’s so peaceful…the sound of the waves… Ugh, what is that noise?! It sounds like – shit, it is! – two people snogging in a cabana about 10 yards away from you. Wait a minute – is that? Yeah, you think it could be! I mean, you were just at the Bridgerton premiere last night! What do you do? Without hesitation, you pull out your phone!

Choice A: You creep behind an umbrella and zoom in as close as possible with your camera! I mean, shite! You can’t believe this! How long have you been filming? Probably longer than necessary but who cares? Suddenly, you feel a presence behind you, perhaps a seven-foot-tall presence, and you slowly turn around. Fuck! Who’s this guy?! He takes your phone, drops it to the ground, and stomps on it, shattering its insides. Asshole. You bend down to pick up the phone, but the man taps your shoulder and shakes his head, “No.” Well, umm, yeah, I guess you best be leaving.

Choice B: You use your camera to zoom in on the couple. Snap! Snap! Snap! Then you get the FUCK OUT OF THERE! You tell yourself you don’t look suspicious at all, even though you’re practically running and your heart is about to pound its way out of your chest! Oh, thank God, you’ve made it to your car. You start it up and, like I said, YOU GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE! You get home and take a look at the photos! Goldmine! So, should you drop them on X? Maybe be a little see-you-next-Tuesday and try to sell them to Nicola or Luke’s teams? But, hell, you don’t even know where to start with that! Or, should you just pocket them for your own pleasure? You tell me….

The End.

Yes, I am absolutely being a facetious little ass! The above scenarios were for (the most part) my own entertainment. I mean, there are so many situations where these alleged pictures could exist (these playful ones don’t even scratch the surface). But, do the pictures exist?

If we’re being logical here, you would think that, if anyone in the general public were in possession of these alleged sexy-time pictures of Luke and Nicola, or had seen them, it would be all over social media at this point. I mean, ALL OVER. So, what can we deduce from the fact that they aren’t?

That the pictures probably don’t exist. Don’t shoot the messenger! Seriously, watch where you point that thing!

But, let’s say pictures did exist. Who is the most likely person to dump them on, say, X? The hotel employee, the VIP guest, or the random stranger? I would place money on the random stranger, followed by the VIP guest. The hotel employee, who probably has the most access to VIP guests but the strongest legal barriers, would be the least likely to photo dump. What is the likelihood that someone from one of these three groups – for example, a random stranger – (a) had pictures of Luke and Nicola, (b) didn’t drop them on social media, and/or (c) didn’t share them with someone who dropped them on social media?

I’m all for a good conspiracy theory but I find this one to be a hard pill to swallow.

Maybe one person can act as a lockbox for this kind of secret, but when you start including more people, the ability to keep something (like illicit photographs of two celebrities) out of the public eye diminishes rapidly.

Remember what Benjamin Franklin said, “Three can keep a secret, if two of them are dead.”

Unfortunately, this quote is incredibly accurate. The general public cannot keep secrets.

If the pictures exist, they are most likely in the possession of Luke and/or Nicola’s team (of lawyers). So, unless they’re going to sneak them on to X for giggles (I mean, it’s been known to happen), you’re probably never going to see them – and that’s assuming they even exist.

However, if you’re the housekeeper from our first adventure and you happen to have some candid photographs you’re just dying to share, just find yourself a printer – one that cannot easily be linked back to you – and print them out. Then, “accidently” drop them at the feet of someone who knows exactly what they are, and then give them enough time to take their own photos of them and send them to their best friend’s brother’s sister-in-law’s third cousin’s wife’s neighbor, who could drop them on X for us. I mean, you should be golden with seven degrees of separation.

#lukola #luke newton #nicola coughlan #my thoughts #my opinion #speculation only #just me being ridiculous

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formulawolff · 8 months ago

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viii. shining bright in suzuka - t.w.

pairing: female driver! x toto wolff

word count: 3.0k

warnings: this chapter is a lot milder, so my apologies. cursing, banter, teasing, references to sex, toto being flustered as fuck, discussion of hickeys, references to oral (f! receiving), yadayadayada

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“jet lagged, are we?”

an elbow nudges shoulder, prodding you awake, “wakey, wakeyyyyy.”

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peering from under your hood, you make out alex standing over you, a smirk painting his lips, “what time is it?”

“around 9 i think,” pulling his phone out of his pocket, he checks the time, “well, more like 9:30. what time did you fly in last night?”

“too late,” you grumble, rubbing your heavy lids, “way too late.”

“how long was your flight? because you look absolutely miserable,” although alex’s question is innocent, you hold your tongue.

while you didn’t necessarily want to lie, you almost had to.

“about twenty hours.”

“yikes,” alex shakes his head, his focus directed on his phone, “sucks to suck.”

“where did you fly out from? monaco? did lily come with you?”

“maybeeee,” his voice crescendos, his smiling growing, “but yeah, she came with. she’s sleeping right now though. or getting ready. i’m not sure. but she’ll be here shortly.”

“yayyyy!” kicking your feet, you fish your phone out of your hoodie pocket, “she’s my favorite golfer, you know that?”

“she can’t be your favorite,” he shakes his head, thumbs fiddling with the screen, “she’s my favorite golfer so that means you have to pick someone else. i’m her number one fan, actually.”

“okay fine,” you huff, “i’ll be her second number one fan.”

alex’s girlfriend, better known as muni “lily” he, was a professional golfer. she was undeniably gorgeous, with luscious, thick hair, a slim build, and beautiful, bright eyes. they reminded you of a sunlight shining through a forest, a rich,earthy hue. in addition to her stunning features, she was a kind, bubbly individual, quickly bonding with you over your shared status as professional athletes. she was hilarious as well, often getting you to crack a smile in the paddock after a rough lap or after being grilled in a press conference.

her relationship with alex began after she watched a season of drive to survive on netflix. from there, the two connected over instagram, sharing conversations over their shared interests. that aspect always made you giggle, as she was the ultimate fangirl. her support for alex was adorable, and he was so in love with her.

that was something you admired about alex. his fierce love for lily and his ability to be able to share it with the world, the two posting one another often across their social medias.

if only you could tell the world about toto.

fuck, if only you could tell your parents you had met someone.

however, your relationship status with the team principal was complicated.

extremely complicated.

the time you spent with him in brackley was pure and utter bliss. since you had time to waste, you mostly spent it in his bed, cuddling one another, relishing one another’s presence. he was able to explain some more about his divorce with susie some, relieving your lingering anxiety over the matter.

when the two of you weren’t talking, cuddling, or sleeping, you found your bodies intertwined, his name flowing from your lips. notes of purple, blue, and pink painted your shoulders, breasts, collarbone, and thighs. fuck, there was probably even on one of your ass cheeks. you were so sore, your walls stretched, inner thighs aching.

hopefully it wouldn’t affect your ability to race.

you prayed to god it wouldn’t.

there was one thing you couldn’t get over, even if it was a little ridiculous.

how was he able to maintain that pace in bed? it was honestly impressive how high his libido was. and his stamina? oh fuck. you were the one who had to tap out nearly every time. yet, he was so gentle with you afterwards, placing soft kisses on every inch of your skin, assuring you that he would massage any sore muscles, offering to make you food if you were hungry.

one night, he even sang you to sleep. it was a german tune, so you didn’t quite understand the words. but the gesture was enough to have you melting in his arms, falling asleep only minutes after he started. every morning, you’d wake up to his head between your thighs, toto utterly devouring you until he was satisfied.

you couldn’t express how grateful you were to finally have some time alone with him, where you didn’t have to worry about missing flights or meetings. where you could kiss him as many times as you wanted. where you could just lay with him, your head on his chest as he replied to emails. he didn’t answer a single work-related call in that time, all of his attention focused on you.

as you sat with alex, you couldn’t help but wonder.

what was the label you could place on your relationship with the team principal?

meanwhile, toto wolff stood in the mercedes paddock, mingling with george and lewis. a team member approaches toto, tablet in hand.

“mr. wolff, we’ve comprised a report of the necessary adjustments needed for this weekend’s race.”

“beautiful,” lewis hamilton finds himself arching a brow as he notices the grin plastered across his team principal’s face, “here, let’s go over here, and you can discuss it with me further. excuse me, you two. we’ll talk more later.”

as the team principal strolls away, lewis turns to his fellow driver. the other brit appears just as shocked, eyes wide, lips parted.

“what the fuck happened over our break?”

“he’s been so smiley today,” lewis folds his arms across his chest, “do you think he got laid?”

“toto?” george tuts, “surely not. he doesn’t have the time to get laid. he’s always complaining about this meeting, some press conference, a mercedes showcasing. his schedule is packed so tightly, you have to make an appointment to speak with him for more than five minutes.”

“come on, mate,” lewis nods over the team principal, noticing the prominent mark on his neck, just barely peeking out over his collar, “george. he has a hickey. he has a fucking hickey.”

“surely no– oh my god,” george’s arms drop to his sides as he glances over, also taking note of the mark, “holy shit. he did get laid.”

“but who?” lewis presses, “who in their right mind would fuck that man? a recent divorcee? i pray for whoever the poor girl was.”

“the man’s a billionaire,” george waves a hand, “i’m sure there are models practically throwing themselves at him in monaco. perhaps he met a girl at a club or something. i wouldn’t think too much of it. although, it would probably be best if you mentioned the hickey. the press would be all over that.”

“what the fuck am i supposed to say?” lewis hisses, “should it be something like, ‘oh mate, i think you need to take a look at your neck. you have something there.’ or what?”

“wait,” george’s brows furrow, “he was in brackley. he responded to one of my texts saying he was working from the headquarters over break–”

“he fucked someone from mercedes?” lewis’ eyes widen, a hand flying to his mouth, “oh fuck. who could it possibly be?”

“well first things first,” george clears his throat, “you need to mention the hickey. then we need to focus on the practice laps. if we do well and he’s in a good mood, we’ll casually bring it up. we’ll say something like, ‘oh we’ve noticed you’ve been wearing that cheeky grin lately. is there something behind that? are you seeing someone, perhaps?’ we’ll be real smooth with it, so that he doesn’t suspect anything. if we perform poorly, i don’t think he would want to discuss it.”

“well no shit.”

“oh god,” george straightens his posture, “he’s coming back over here. you better say something!”

as the team principal grows near, the british drivers engage in conversation, discussing their performance from the last race. toto clears his throat, running a hand through his hair.

“i hope i’m not interrupting anything between you two.”

“oh no,” lewis bears a quaint smile, “we were just talking about the fia’s decision regarding that williams driver.”

“the american girl?” toto inquires, maintaining his composure, “she really did a number on you, george.”

“just like someone did a number on your neck,” lewis chips in, teasing lightly, “what were you up to these past couple of days? up to no good?”

“what are you–” toto’s eyes narrow, yet the realization washes over him as he takes in the smug expressions across his drivers’ faces.

the hickey was visible. the one on the left side of his neck.

“i-i don’t know what you’re rambling about.”

“mhmmm,” lewis puckers his lips, “tell me toto, did you get laid recently?”

inhaling a sharp breath, the team principal puts up his hands, in a vain attempt to cease their speculations.

yet, he was well aware there was no stopping those two.

the teasing was going to ensue the entire weekend. and they were going to be relentless, pressing each and every little button until he gave in.

“what happens in my personal life is none of you–”

before he can finish, lewis puts up a hand, “toto we’ve gone on holiday with you. we’ve had weekends in monaco together. we spend nearly every waking minute together. whether it’s at brackley, in the paddock, or addressing the press, we’ve spent a lot of time together. now, we’re being merciful here. who is the lovely lady?”

“that is none of your–”

“fine,” george interjects, “we’ll drop it for now. but when this weekend is over, you better believe we’ll be on your ass about it. we’re going to find out who this woman is. one way or another.”

although, the british drivers did not have to look very far.

you were simply a few paddocks down, filming a tik tok with lily.

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“fuck yes!”

“great job! great fucking job! we’ll see you in the paddock!”

adrenaline courses through your veins as you lay off the gas, practically gliding towards the paddock. stopping the car, you climb out, pumping your fists as the pit crew swarms forward, patting your back, cheers ringing all around.

amidst the crowd, james makes his way through, opening his arms for an embrace.

you collapse into it, his hands rattling along your helmet, “way to redeem yourself, american girl!”

“pole position for tomorrow isn’t too bad, huh?”

“not at all!” james’ eyes are alight with joy, “that will shut everyone up, yeah?”

“i think so,” the words are breathless, “fuck, that was intense.”

“you can sleep a little easier tonight,” james remarks, patting your helmet once more, “although, i would be on guard. those redbull boys are going to be on your ass.”

sliding your helmet off, your lungs take in the fresh air. your knees buckle momentarily, the limbs feeling a little like jell-o. graciously, you accept a water bottle from james, taking a swig. hairs cling to your forehead, the other ends sticking up in every direction.

“fuck, i’m tired.”

“well, i don’t have anything for you,” james’ tone is laced with sympathy, “you’ve had a long few days. when you leave, just keep your head down, hood up. this is one of the only times i’ll let you avoid the press. if they antagonize you, just make some bullshit up. i can handle the rest.”

“are you sure you want me to do that? that may just create more headlines,” unzipping your suit halfway, you slip your arms out, grateful for the coolness of the spring suzuka climate.

“i’m sure,” james rests a hand on your shoulder, “you deserve some rest. alex informed me you had a long flight. the jet lag can persist if you’re not used to it. you look exhausted.”

“i still haven’t adjusted to all of the traveling that comes with this sport,” you exhale, bringing your helmet under your arm, “thank you, james. you’re the best.”

“of course. it’s my job to be the best, you know,” he shoots you a wink, “now go! our little star needs her beauty rest!”

“little star. that’s a new one,” you roll your eyes playfully, “okay, okay. i’ll go.”

spinning on your heel, you turn to leave, strolling out of the paddock. making your way through the team headquarters, you wave to all of the members, grinning as they congratulate you, shouting a variety of inaudible or incoherent words of praise. within minutes, you’re able to locate your belongings, closing the door to the room.

wincing, you tug the legs of the suit off. fuck, were more sore than usual. underneath the fabric, your muscles tingled, buzzing from the adrenaline. if you were hurting this bad now, god only knew how much more intense it was going to be in a few hours.

slipping into a hoodie and some leggings, you pull the hood up, throwing your book bad on your shoulder.

now, it would only be a short walk to your motorhome, where you could shower and sleep.

thank fucking god.

glancing at your phone, you briefly picked through your notifications. there was really nothing too serious. a few texts from your parents, congratulating you on the pole position.

however, there was one message awaiting your response.

congratulations, my golden girl. can i swing by your place in a few? i just have to wrap up with my team and then i’ll be on my way. you should have time to shower, so do not rush.

also, lewis and george will not stop pestering me about the hickey on my neck. they’ve been up my ass all fucking day. i’m only seconds away from reporting them to the fia and have them disqualified. LOL or however the fuck you say it.

p.s. you’re going to get the biggest smooch. ever.

at his poor use of lol, you let out a laugh, your thumbs gliding across the screen, typing a response.

when you’re on your way, let me know so i can leave the door unlocked for you. maybe i can give you some concealer so you can cover it up tomorrow lmfaooo. my bad, my bad. see you soon, hottie. <3

p.s. i can’t wait to get the biggest smooch ever.

before you know it, you’re at the front door of your motorhome, sliding the key into the lock. turning it, you swing the door open, trudging inside.

throwing your belongings on the counter, you groan as the pain seeps into every crevice of your body, desperate for some relief. hopefully a hot shower and toto’s hands would ease some of the ache.

on the other side of the track, a team principal paces, oh so impatient.

“are we all done here?”

“yes sir,” a team member responds coolly, “we’re finished.”

“okay good,” he nods. waving his hands, he dismisses his team and crew, “all right! see you all tomorrow. bright and early!”

as the members disperse, toto bites his lip, tapping his foot lightly against the carpet.

why was everything taking so fucking long?

“why are you in such a rush?” lewis’ voice pulls him from his thoughts. thoughts about you, nonetheless, “have somewhere to be?”

“lewis,” toto’s voice is dangerously low, “quit it. stop that shit right now.”

“i’m just saying,” lewis shrugs, “it’s sort of odd you’re usually the last to leave, but now you’re chomping at the bit, ready to get out of here. is there someone waiting on you?”

actually, there was.

the girl he was beginning to fall head over heels for was waiting for him. perched in her bed, more than likely. more than ready to be swathed in his loving arms.

she had him wrapped around her little finger, there was no denying that.

especially when she had him pulling shit like this.

peering around, the team principal ensures that there were no cameras or mics lingering about. netflix was in their early stages of shooting the 2024 season of drive to survive, so there were cameramen and production crew milling about the paddocks throughout the day.

thank god they didn’t catch the entire hickey debacle on camera.

that alone would have ended his career.

“perhaps i am seeing someone,” toto hisses pointing a finger at the british driver, “but that is none of your concern. i will see you tomorrow, lewis.”

“can you at least tell me who she is?” his bottom lip juts out, forming a pout, “come on, toto. you’ve been so open with me all of these years and this is where you draw the line?”

“all you need to know is that she’s a professional athlete,” that was half the truth, at least. hopefully enough to keep lewis at bay for the time being.

“an athlete?” lewis’ brows raise, “what sport?

“horseback riding.”

close enough.

“hmmph,” lewis purses his lips, “well, if you want to tell me more, i’ll be all ears. i’ll see you tomorrow, toto. hopefully we have a hell of a race.”

“hopefully,” the only thing on toto’s mind was getting to you, before the cleanup crew started their rounds, “i will see you in the morning, lewis.”

the driver bids another farewell before catching up with george, exiting the paddock. however, he glances over his shoulder one more time, mouthing something to george before the two continue, disappearing from his line of sight.

fuck, that was unbearable.

borderline miserable.

lights glitter all around as the team principal makes his way to your motorhome, concealed by the hood of his jacket, thankful for the brisk evening air. if he didn’t have a jacket, he would have been fucked.

however, it was sort of difficult for the team principal to blend in. especially with his stature and size.

as he strolls up to the door of your motorhome, he takes once last cautious look, ensuring that there was no one watching.

yet, what the team principal forgot to account for was the production crew of drive to survive.

and they managed to record the entire encounter as you opened the door, greeting the team principal with open arms.

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adrienneleclerc · 6 months ago

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We’re on a world tour (like beyonces renaissance tour) and it’s opening night in London. Charles being with Arthur Pierre and kika and their reaction + them being in the pit. Also, Charles and our oldest daughter coming out to dance on stage like how blue Ivy did with bey. And the grids’ reactions + other celebrities being there for opening night!!!😅❤️

What happened to “hello”? “How are you?” “My name is”? I’m kidding. ANYWAY, sorry it took me so long so I really hope you liked it and I am so sorry if you didn’t. Since you said “oldest daughter”, Charles and Y/N have 3 kids.

World Tour

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Singer! Reader

Summary: Y/N starts her world tour in London and kicks off the tour with a huge surprise

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: mix of social media and written fic, because of the ages of the kids, we could make it so charles and Y/N got married at 18 and started their family at 19 so charles is still 26, OR married at 21, family at 22 so he’s 29, completely up to you. So this could take place in 2027 or 2024, it doesn’t matter. Also, her performance photos/video outfits are not consistent, sadly.

Y/N was backstage doing her makeup when her daughter, Juliana, who everyone calls ‘Jules’, walks in with a hairbrush in her hand

“Mami, Can you brush my hair?” Jules asked. Y/N turned to her and smiled.

“Sure, baby. How many knots are in your hair?” Y/N asked, taking the brush from Juliana’s hand

“A lot, I can’t get them out.” Jules said. Y/N got a detangling spray from her vanity to spray in her daughter’s hair.

“It should be easier to get it out now. You excited to dance with me, princesa?” Y/N asked.

“I’m nervous. What if I mess up the routine to ‘Arranca’ and I get booed?” Jules asked. Y/N spun her around so they were facing each other.

“Mi amor, you won’t get booed. Besides, you are 7 years old, no one expects you to be perfect. And guess what, you are still going to sing a song with me.” Y/N said.

“Can we sing ‘como la flor’, mami?” Jules asked and Y/N smiled.

“Any song you want, baby.” Y/N said and kissed her forehead.

Charles was sitting with his 4 year old son, Santiago, who’s nickname is “Santi”, his brother Arthur, Pierre, and Kika.

“Where’s sissy?” Santi asked.

“She’s with your maman, mon coeur.” Charles replied.

“I can’t believe you brought him to the concert, Charles.” Arthur said.

“It would be unfair to leave him in the hotel room with Dot’s (Dorothea) nanny while Jules gets to be here with us.” Charles said.

“I think it’s cute that Charles brought Santi.” Kika said. “How old is Dot now by the way?”

“She is 8 months old now.” Charles said and Kika cooed.

“You took him to the bathroom, right?” Pierre asked,

“Of course I did, I’m not an idiot, mate.” Charles said.

“Why is Jules with Y/N?” Arthur asked.

“I Don’t know, Jules asked if she could go backstage with Y/N and Y/N said she was okay with it.” Charles said.

“Yeah, she had the right idea, do you see how packed it is?” Kika asked. Charles stood up, holding Santi’s hand the entire time.

“Yeah, my Y/N has a lot of fans from all over the world.” Charles commented the lights turned off and the crowd started screaming, Charles saw Santi put his hands over his ears so he got out Santi’s headphones from his backpack and put them on him, carrying him so he will be able to see his mom.

Y/N came out on stage with her first performance outfit.

“Ah, she looks so good!” Kika fangirled.

“Yeah, she does.” Charles smiled fondly.

“How we doing tonight, London?” Y/N asked the crowd and they cheered. “Wow, I can’t believe I’m starting my world tour here. It seems insane to me but it’s also the same weekend as the British Grand Prix so of course it makes sense to start here.” The crowd cheered, clearly having an overlap of F1 fans and Y/N fans. “If you have been a fan of mine for years and have been to my concerts before, hi, it’s so nice to have you come back. If you’re a long term fan but haven’t been to my concert, I am so glad that you are finally able to come. Lastly, if you’re a new fan or your sibling, bestie, partner, child, or even parent dragged you here tonight, welcome! You are going to have a fun time, I promise.” Y/N said and the soundboard person started the instrumental track of her song ‘Fulanito’

“If y’all know this song, sing along, mis amores!” Y/N said. “Que manera, como él consigue de mí lo que quería, quedé partía desde la primera, haciendo lo que no hace cualquiera, y no sale tan bien…” Y/N started singing. Her backup dancers joined her on stage for the performance and they finished that song. There was a ton of applause. “All right, before we start this next song, I’m pretty sure everyone knows I’m married.” Y/N said, putting her hand up to show off the ring Charles bought her once he started making good money in Formula 1 and the crowd cheered. “We have a little family, 3 children to be exact, and my daughter’s dream is to be a performer like me. So everyone clap your hands together for my daughter, Juliana!”

“Sissy!” Santi said, perking his head up.

“Yeah, It’s You’re sister, Santi.” Charles said, they all clapped and Charles saw Jules walk on stage and hugged her mom before standing next to one of the dancers before the music of ‘Arranca’ started playing, Jules was following the dance exactly and she looked like she was having a great time. Charles took out his phone to record his little girl dancing with his wife, when the song ended, Jules hugged Y/N and Y/N squatted down to give Jules’s a kiss on her forehead.

“Give it up for my daughter, everyone! Before my baby goes, she wanted to sing a song with me so I gotta do it.” Y/N sat down on the edge of the stage, Jules following her and the soundboard guy started playing the music of “como la flor” by Selena Quintanilla. Charles took photos of that too.

The concert ended an hour and a half later.

“Hey guys, thank you for coming with me.” Charles told Pierre and Kika, carrying Santi who is sleeping.

“No problem, we had a fun time.” Pierre said.

“Yes! Please ask Y/N if she’ll let me borrow the outfit she wore when she sung Sin Pijama, it’s so cute.” Kika said. Charles laughed.

“Sure Kika, I’ll ask her.” Charles said. Pierre and Kika left and Charles walked with Arthur backstage. When they entered, they saw Jules practicing her dance.

“Papi!” Jules said, hugging Charles. “Did you like my dance? I practiced with Daniela (dancer).”

“You were amazing, sweetie, but call me papa.” Charles said. Jules let go,

“I like papi better.” Jules said before hugging Arthur. “Tio, you liked how I sung?”

“You did really well, and it’s oncle.” Arthur said.

“Fine, oncle.” Jules said and she sat down on the couch. Y/N came out in short and a hoodie.

“Muñeco, Arturito, is Santi sleeping?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah, He’s a little tired, but he was dancing to most of your set, you were amazing out there, Mon coeur.” Charles said, kissing her.

“Yes, you were great, didn’t know you were such a great dancer.” Arthur said.

“Yeah, i took classes when I was younger. Let’s go back to the hotel so we could Santi in bed.” Y/N said, rubbing Santi’s back.

“Yeah, Let’s go.” Charles said.

They go to their hotel, Arthur goes to a different room, charles Charles enters their shared hotel room to get Santi ready for bed while Y/N went to the nanny’s hotel room to get Dot. When Y/N enters their hotel room, Jules and Santi are in their pajamas, he’s sleeping and she’s brushing her teeth.

“Mami, Can we go to iHop tomorrow?” Jules asked.

“Do we have time for breakfast before going to your race?” Y/N asked Charles while putting Dot in her portable crib.

“Yeah we have time, we justa have to wake up early.” Charles said.

“I’m okay with that.” Jules said, she got into bed and fell asleep.

“Thank you for coming to my concert tonight.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, Pierre and Kika loved it, she loved your last outfit by the way, she wants to borrow it by the way.” Charles said, changing into his pajamas

“Yeah, she can borrow it after the tour.” Y/N said

“I am so proud of you, you know. We’re both in a really good place in our careers” Charles said.

“Thank you, i love you.” Y/N said.

“I love you too.” Charles said, kissing Y/N.

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charles_leclerc My princess and my queen singing and dancing together, what more could mask for? The Y/N Leclerc concert was a blast, Santi enjoyed it, my brother enjoyed it, what a great way to have fun before the Grand Prix

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y/n_leclerc love you, muñeco! Glad you had a good time

valeinallcaps yes! F1 driver supporter his Latina Queen, love to see it

maxverstappen1 Kelly and P loved her too! P won’t stop singing “Shower” on the way back from the concert

georgerussell63 Carmen had to tell me what the lyrics meant and I think she sang “MAMIII” a little too hard

danielricciardo she had me dancing in the mirror and singing in the shower this morning, best concert ever!

pierregasly Kika has her tickets for the Paris show, she’s obsessed.

oscarpiastri Lily really wanted to go but it was sold out 😢

charles_leclerc im sure Y/N will have another show in London soon

User32 NO WAY!!! I was there too!

User12 him going to her concert is iconic

User28 the grid going to her concert is iconic

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y/n_leclerc Thank you so much London, you guys were absolutely amazing, thank you for making Jules’s first performance special. Next stop is Dublin!

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sabrinacarpenter loved your performance outfits, they’re so you! We need to collab!

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joejonas 100/10 concert right there!

reneerapp that’s mother right there

sukiwaterhouse it was such a great show, loved that you brought your daughter out

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francisca.cgomes she is an iconic, a legend, and she is the moment. But bestie, where did you get that outfit?!?

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y/n_leclerc its custom made, babe, you could borrow it after the tour!

User31 she’s so real for that

The End

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queen-of-deans-booty · 4 months ago

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Never Give Up

Pairing: Rockstar!Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: complete fluff, getting blood drawn so needles and blood

Summary: Jensen is in town for his next concert and visit you for a check-up before performing. You two have known each other for your whole life since his sister is your best friend, and he never fails to ask you out every time he sees you. You’ve always said no. It’s his mission to get you to say yes.

Square Filled: rockstar!jensen (2022) for @spndeanbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

You grab another vial of blood and mark down in the system which patient of yours this belongs to. Afterward, you place it inside a medical plastic bag and set it off to the side for the lab to pick up later. Today has been non-stop tending to patients, drawing blood, and taking vitals. You’re only halfway through your shift and you feel like your head is going to explode.

“Did you see his post?” another nurse asks as she and her friend walk into the office. “God, he looks so hot. I can’t believe he’s single.”

“I bet he’s fucking random fans every show he does. I could be one of those fans if I got tickets. Can you believe even the nosebleeds are two hundred bucks?”

You don’t need to hear his name to know who they’re talking about. There is only one artist that is big enough in the news right now. He’s been on a steady incline to fame ever since he left Texas for California.

“Do you think he’s good in bed?”

You roll your eyes at that but don’t comment on it. You just want to do your job and go home. You can’t be sitting here thinking about your best friend’s brother and how much of an arrogant bastard he is who thinks the world revolves around him. It doesn’t help that he has a major crush on you, and he isn’t afraid to show it. Besides him telling you every time he calls you how much he likes you, he’ll always try to show you either with flowers, dinner, or other small presents that he has mailed to you.

There isn’t a time that goes by when he’s with you that he doesn’t try and ask you out on a date. If he was just your best friend’s brother, you would consider it. It’s the fact that he’s an up-and-coming rockstar who isn’t near his peak that has you on the edge. You know rockstars. You dated a few of them. All they care about is music, money, and sex. They’ll get it anywhere from any woman who is willing to spread her legs for them. You’re not saying Jensen is like that, but you don’t want to be a notch on his belt.

Still, that doesn’t stop you from using your vibrator and fantasizing about him.

A few days pass without incident when you’re inputting patients into the computer. The same two coworkers who were talking about Jensen before come strolling in with big smiles on their faces.

“What’s got you two looking like that?”

“Jensen is in town for his concert.”

“Did you two get tickets?”

“No, but I know of a way inside. I have someone working security.”

You’d rather not sit here and watch them fangirl over him so you decide to finish your paperwork later and check on the patients. Your best friend, Sabrina, pulls you to the side as soon as she sees you.

“I need you to take the patient in Room 15.”

“Why? That’s your section.”

“Please? I can’t do it.”

“Why?” you ask, your eyes narrowing.

“He’s my brother. They won’t let me work on him.”

Jensen is here. You think about what it might mean if he sees you entering the room and think it’s better than sending the fangirls in there with him.

“Fine. You owe me.” You start to walk away from her with the blood draw supplies and pause. “Don’t tell the other girls. They’ll cause a riot.”

You walk to Room 15 and knock twice before entering. Jensen is sitting on the small table with the paper lined for people’s safety even though half the time, it gets crumbled and tossed out of the way. He is scrolling through his phone but it’s not that that has you staring in awe. He is wearing a tight black shirt that really shows off his muscles and tattoos and dusty blue jeans that you know hug his ass so nicely, all with a backward hat on. His hair peeks out the back of his hat. It was shorter than the last time you saw him.

There’s a new image for your fantasies.

“Growing out your hair, huh?”

Jensen’s head snaps up at the sound of your voice, and he gives you a thousand-watt smile. He immediately puts his phone away so that he can give you all of his attention.

“I was hoping Sabrina would send you in here.”

“Oh, you’re lucky it’s me and not the two fangirls out there. I’m pretty sure one of them wants to have sex with you.”

“What about you? Do you want to have sex with me?”

You smile shyly and grab two latex gloves to start the blood-drawing process. “You wish.”

“Yeah, I do.”

You wrap a tourniquet around his upper arm before grabbing his arm and rubbing the area with an alcohol swab to sterilize the area. Don’t think about his big muscles. Focus, Y/N! You open a packet that contains a new needle and place it where you need to. Without counting down, you stick the needle into his vein and start to grab blood samples.

“So, come here often?” he flirts.

“I work here,” you giggle.

“I know. I just wanted to hear your giggle. So, when am I gonna take you out?”

“Hmm, how about never?” you tease.

“Don’t do that to me, sweetheart. Throw me a bone or something.”

“I’m not even going to comment,” you laugh.

You take out the first vial and shove a new one into the case for more blood.

“I’m serious. When are you gonna let me take you out to a nice dinner? I’ll pay.”

“Oh, you will? How generous of you,” you say sarcastically yet playfully.

“Does that mean yes?”

“No.”

“I’m not gonna stop asking you.”

“You’ll turn blue in the face if you continue that.”

“It’s okay,” he shrugs. “I look good in blue.” You roll your eyes and try to hide your smile knowing he sees it. You finish getting four blood samples before patching him up with a Hello Kitty bandaid. You were just treating two twin little girls and this is all you have. “Nice band-aid.”

“It’s all I have. I can get a different one if you want.”

“No, no, I happen to like Hello Kitty.” You trash your gloves and the needle packet before standing. “Come to my concert.”

“I have to work.”

“No, you don’t. It’s on Saturday and you don’t work the weekends.” You silently curse knowing he’s right. “How about this? I will have a VIP and all-access badge with your name on it. Come if you want. It starts at seven. Are we done here?”

“Yeah, but--”

“Give my love to Sabrina.”

He hops of the table and kisses your cheek as he leaves. The two fangirls see him and fawn over his good looks but when he looks back, it’s at you. He only has eyes for you. He winks and turns to the fangirls who are practically tripping over the other to get to him. He signs what they want to be signed and takes pictures with them before leaving.

Today is only Wednesday but you can’t stop thinking about Jensen and his offer the rest of the week. Saturday comes faster than you’d like, and you find yourself driving with Sabrina to the concert hours before it even starts. There are already people lining up to get to the front of the pit but you bypass the entire parking lot to head to the back where the service entrance is.

“I can’t believe I’m going to this,” you say.

“So, when are you and my brother going to fuck?”

“Sabrina!”

“What? If anyone should be with him, it’s you. That boy is in love with you.”

“No, he’s not. He thinks he is because I don’t want him.”

“Does telling yourself that help you sleep at night?”

“Sabrina… He’s a rockstar. He’s a famous rockstar. He doesn’t want some rundown nurse. He could have anyone.”

“Yeah, but he wants you.”

You’re torn because you do want Jensen. He’s every girl’s dream. Even if he wasn’t a rockstar or famous, you’ve known him since you two were kids. You grew up together. You know who the real Jensen is, the one he doesn’t show anyone else. Still, there is that nagging feeling that he'll dump you once he gets bored with you.

All of your exes did.

You show security both your IDs and he hands you and Sabrina your access badges before directing you where to park. After you two get out, you follow security to the back where the band is hanging out. You’ve gotten to know Jensen’s band a little over the years. They’re nice guys.

“Bean!” Jensen turns and grins when he sees his sister. His drummer has a major crush on your friend and has called her Bean ever since she told him she hated it. They’re in the “will they, won’t they?” stage but everyone knows they’re gonna be endgame. “Where’ve you been?”

“I told you not to call me that,” she rolls her eyes and hugs her brother.

“And I told you I don’t care. I like how you blush when I do,” he smirks.

Jensen’s gaze goes over to you and he visibly relaxes at the sight of you. He walks over to you and takes off his hat so that his hair falls over his face.

“Hi, Jensen.” He smiles but doesn’t answer you. “What, cat got your tongue? I know I’m breathtaking but come on.”

“He doesn’t speak before a show to preserve his voice. He has breathing exercises to do,” Josh, the drummer, says.

“What a blessing,” you joke.

Jensen pulls you in for a hug, and you allow this minute to really feel him. His arms have always felt so safe around you, and you find yourself relaxing into his body. He pulls away and takes out his phone to text you since he takes his voice exercises seriously. Your phone pings and you look at the message he sent.

I love that you’re here.

You blush under his gaze and try but fail to hide your smile.

“You know I would have come.”

You and Sabrina leave for the VIP tent on the floor while the band gets ready. The opener comes out and does her performance which gives you time to enjoy the music and get some food before Jensen comes on stage. Since you and Sabrina are on Jensen and Josh’s social media, you’re both easily recognizable. Fans come up to the tent to chat and take pictures with you two. You never had a desire for fame but it’s nice to know you’ve made someone’s day just by saying hi to them.

The entire stadium goes dark and the intro to the concert begins. Immediately, the entire crowd cheers for Jensen. He walks on stage in a different outfit than when you saw him earlier, and you have to admit he looks really good. He’s wearing a classic muscle shirt that definitely shows off how much he’s been working out and his tattoos. Gone is his hat so that his hair can flop around freely.

His eyes immediately find the VIP tent, and he smiles when he sees you. You’ve seen his concerts over TikTok Lives and other social media platforms but nothing beats the real thing. He sings each song with passion like he means every word he’s singing. There is a long catwalk where he walks, and all the girls fawn over him whenever he gives them two seconds of his attention.

By the time he’s at the halfway point of his concert, your feet are hurting from how much you’re dancing and your ears are ringing from how loud it is, but you love it. Jensen is in the middle of a song when he suddenly stops and takes out one of his earpieces.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he pants. The band stops playing and everyone quiets down in confusion, including you. He’s never done this at any of his other concerts. “I’ll get back to the music in a second. I just want to say this is a very special concert because there is someone very special here tonight.”

“Oh, my God,” Sabrina gasps.

“Her name is Y/N and she’s right over there in the VIP tent.” The camera pans over to your shocked face so that everyone in the stadium can see. Sabrina can’t stop smiling. “You see, we’ve been friends since we were kids and she doesn’t know this but I am absolutely crazy for her.”

Cheers erupt throughout the stadium, and you shake your head at Jensen with a smile.

“Now, I’ve asked her this many times but she’s always said no to me. I don’t think she’ll be able to say no in a room full of eighty thousand people. Someone get her a microphone. I want to hear her answer.” Jensen waits for someone to bring you a microphone. “Y/N, will you let me take you to a really nice dinner date?”

You wait for the crowd to quiet down a bit before giving your answer.

“No,” you smile sweetly. “You just won’t take no for an answer.”

“You’re right. I won’t.” He drags one of the barstools to the middle of the stage and sits on it. “That’s why we’re not continuing until you say yes.”

“You’re not serious.”

“Oh, I am, sweetheart. I won’t sing another song until you say yes. What do you say, Los Angeles? Should she say yes to me?” Almost every fan in the stadium including Sabrina cheers for you two. “See? Even they think you should.”

“Well if they think we should…”

“Is that a yes?”

“No,” you grin.

“Alright.” Jensen sits and drums his fingers on his legs patiently. “I wonder what I’m going to do next weekend. I think I should take up fishing. My dad always brought me but I never appreciated it before.”

“You’re seriously going to sit there and not continue your concert?” you ask.

“Put everyone out of their misery and just say yes to the date. Come on, everyone. Y/N! Y/N!”

Everyone starts chanting your name, and Sabrina tugs on your arm to grab your attention.

“Has any of your exes done this for you? What are you scared of?”

She’s right. None of your rockstar boyfriends have ever stopped a concert for you. None of them even mentioned you were there. Jensen doesn’t have to say it but he is in love with you and you’re in love with him.

“Fine. Fine. Yes, I’ll go on a date with you.”

“Yes!” Jensen cheers. You hand the microphone back to the stadium worker, and Jensen puts the earpiece back in. “This next song is for you, sweetheart.”

And he plays the song he wrote for you in high school.

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folkloresthings · 2 years ago

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BECAUSE I LIKED A BOY / CL16.

in which the world’s favourite pop princess becomes tangled in the life of a certain formula one driver, flipping her entire world upside down.

( charles leclerc x singer!au )

track one: lonesome. track two: fast times. track three: nonsense. track four: opposite. track five: how many things. track six: bad for business.

✩⡱ warnings: i don’t think so

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⤷ charles_leclerc rude

the last comment makes you smile, one last look to the picture of charles on the screen (one you had taken) before you lock your phone, tucking it into the bag on your shoulder. it had been a magical few weeks — that time in a relationship that felt like you were floating, on top of the world. despite all of the comments online, criticism of die hard formula one fans, nothing could touch the pair of you. charles leclerc had swept you off of your feet, and there was nothing you could have done to stop it.

there was a party being thrown that night, one for all of the drivers, a small opportunity to relax after weeks and weeks of racing. lewis had sent you the location, some big nightclub in barcelona that the fia had rented out. full of celebrities, some you knew, some you didn’t. but you knew the drivers, at least.

“y/n!” lando slurs out, stumbling into your view as soon as you’d stepped inside the loud, dark room. the music was pumping, vibrating through your entire body and shaking your chest. you grinned at the young english driver’s evident drunkenness, many drinks ahead of you. “so glad you made it!”

“hi, lando,” you chuckle, patting his damp shoulder. he takes your hand, murmuring something about how nice your dress looked, before dragging you to the area that the driver’s had made themselves comfortable. each and every one of them greeted you kindly, hugging you and kissing your cheek. lewis slung an arm across your shoulder, pulling you into a photo without warning.

“hey! she was my best friend before she was charles’ girlfriend — back off.”

a smile tugs at your lips, fondly leaning into lewis’ grip. as they continue drinking, you make yourself comfortable with the other girlfriends, each of who had taken you under their wing.

“hey, have you seen charles?” you lean across to talk right in lily’s ear, the only way she’d have heard you. her eyes dart around, trying to place the monegasque boy amongst the crowds. she shakes her head, mirroring your previous position.

“last i saw him, he was going to get drinks.”

you send her a grateful smile, getting up to look over to where the bar was. you wanted to see him, desperately. to kiss him again, to have him hold you too close as you dance. as much as you loved lewis and the others, charles was the reason you were here.

excitement danced in your eyes, lovesick as you searched for the boy you’d committed to memory. you find him, right at the side of the bar, waiting for a drink. you push past someone to get closer, widening your view of him. your view of him and another: a brunette girl. she’s got her hand in his hair, her lips dancing near his ear. he laughs at whatever she says, handing her a glass of something.

your heart drops. right from your chest to the floor below you, and even though you haven’t had a drop to drink you swear you could throw up right there. he knew you were coming, didn’t he? either way, he didn’t seem to care. preoccupied with another, too cosy and too close, you want to laugh. how could you have been so stupid?

after minutes of being frozen to the same spot, shaken awake by the salt water that drips down your cheeks. fight or flight kicks in, six inch heels wobbling as you hurry backwards, pushing through everyone once again. tunnel vision to the exit, shoulder crashing roughly with another. a hard grip turns you to look at them, the silhouette of lewis blurred from your teary eyes.

“y/n, what—”

“i have to go. i’m sorry.”

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hamilando · 5 months ago

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ੈ✩ gossip girl (smau) ੈ✩

pairing : lewis hamilton x fem reader

summary: sorry martin fam, the mercedes man is mine

tw : fluff

fc : georgia palmer

a/n : thank you so much to @evasmlp for suggesting this ! lysm 🫶🏻

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user1 WE LOVE YOU ADMINNN 🫶🏻🫶🏻

user2 Nando was forced to this 🤫

user3 not his fault he was born in the wrong generation

user4 WE FOUND THE THIRD MEMBER OF WRONG DIRECTION 😚

astonmartinf1 we love pookie lonso

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user5 can we appreciate the username !?

user6 admin, do you even a martin to enjoy martini’s ?

martininmartin I work there 🫦

user7 WHATS WITH THE FREAKY EMOJI !?

user8 she said driving or riding, I do it all 🫂

fernandoalonso I thought we were not sharing it

martiniinmartin sorry

user9 the response -

user10 here is some Vaseline for the dry ass response

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martininmartin sorry martin fam 🫧🫶🏻🤍 ( can anyone blame me though )

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user1 nope, can’t blame you

user2 THE LOOKS MA’AM!?

user3 models should be glad she choose f1

user4 THIRSTING OVER LEWIS NOW

user5 chat, the visuals of y/n and Lewis 🫦

user6 I wonder how nando feels

user7 ma’am said I only like people with wdc 👀

fernandoalonso can you focus on what you are there for ?

martininmartin posting more pookie photos of you right away

user8 I could feel him saying that lady even I have wdc

user9 why is the jacket familiar ?

user10 IS IT LEWIS'S!?

user11 nope, it's just his collection with puma

user12 talk about rich fans

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user1 HAVE YOU LOOKED AT YOURSEFL !?

user2 IF LOOKS COULD KILL, WE WOULDN’T WANT TO BE DAN HUMPHREY

user3 GOSSIP GIRL XOXO

lewishamilton I will make sure to visit the martin paddock!

martininmartin of course Lewis !

user4 I can just tell by looking she was shaking while typing that

user5 she is probably screaming in her pillow right now

user6 WELCOME BACK QUEEN SERENA

user7 I got 99 problems but good looks ain't one 🫡

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user1 ma’am realised that mercedes don’t pay her bills

user2 but a certain mercedes man plays her heart

user3 ferrari *

lewishamilton I am glad you liked the hat !

martininmartin anything given by the fashion king 👑

user4 WE SKIPPED A WHOLE NETFLIX SHOW HERE!?

user5 SIR HAMILTON GIFTED YOU A CAP !?

user6 preparing for the marriage right away

user7 their kids would never complain about fashion 🫡

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user1 AAAAAAAA

user2 THE LOOKS

user3 MOTHER FATHER

user4 MOM DAD

user5 MOMMY DADDY

user6 we witnessed her going from fangirl to girlfriend real quick

user7 the couple we never knew we needed

lewishamilton I wonder who is the photographer

martininmartin a random guy

lewishamilton Lewis, I NEED PICTURES OF OUR FIRST DATE WITH THE SUNSET !!

martininmartin Stop Exposing Me In Public

lewishamilton the pictures would come out good when the view is smashing

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user8 LEWIS THE RIZZLER !?

user9 not Lewis thirst commenting

user10 this proved that all men shut up with their wife

user11 the caps sentence was enough to shut Lewis

mercedesamgf1 I guess now we are family right ?

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scarletaqua · 1 year ago

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Trophy (18+)

G!P Bada Lee x (Jam Republic) Reader

I’m so obsessed with her😭

Some of the scenarios here doesn’t follow the first episode of SWF2. For example, I put Jam republic seats across BEBE.

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Bada won the trophy…

Y/n’s POV:

“I’m so nervous. Everyone is so intimidating”

Being in the same group with ‘THE Kirsten’ is probably the best thing that happened to me. She taught me everything there is to know about dancing. I started dancing five years ago, hence the nervousness.

“Girl, you got this. Why do you think I picked you to join this competition?”

Kirsten’s reassurance calms me down a bit. But I still can’t help to overthink scenarios in my mind. Especially when I’m trying not to fangirl over Bada Lee. She’s the reason I pursue this career, it’s feels like a dream knowing that your idol is sitting across you. And staring at you.

The Mc’s voice rang through out the place meaning the break’s over and we’re now starting with a freestyle battle. Audrey asked me what’s happening and why are the other contenders suddenly looks serious, i told her that they’re starting the show with a battle. Knowing how to speak Korean is a blessing to me and my teammates. I thank duolingo.

“So why does everyone look like they have beef with each other?” Audrey whispered.

“For drama”, I whispered back to her.

“Ahh”

“Guys, listen.” Kirsten pulls all of us out of the conversation to listen to the host. I didn’t even noticed that Latrice and the others were listening.

“Nod your head y’all, like you understand what he’s saying”

“Great thinking, Latrice” , Emma responded.

As the battle of ‘No Respect’ comes up, a girl from 1million, Redy, challenges Bada to a battle. Which of course Bada won, they must have some sort of past relation when Bada answered Redy’s ‘No Respect’ challenge with ‘Subin-ah, you’re still an eight grader to me’.

After Kirsten’s battle against a girl from Mannequeen, everyone took a break.

“Hey, someone’s looking at you” Ling suddenly pointed out to me. And the girls of course turned their heads to where Ling is looking. Bada went back to her position talking to her members before I even see her looking at me.

“She’s probably a fan of Kirsten, Ling” I told her, but then she just smiled at me as if she knows something. “What? I’m just saying”

“Stop it. I’m gonna go to the washroom”

I stood up from my seat and skim my way through the crowd of staffs. I finally found the washroom and went inside to fix my make up. I can’t believe I saw Bada. She’s so tall and charismatic. And her dance against Redy is something that would probably stick in my mind even after this show. As i was re-applying my lipstick the bathroom door opened revealing Bada. I tried not to look at her when she washes her hands beside me. More likely I can’t, I’m like frozen in spot.

“Hey”

Oh my god, she’s talking to me. Okay be cool, be cool.

“Hello” I responded in Korean, as I bowed to greet her.

“Oh you can speak Korean, that’s great” I look up at her to see her smiling down at me. It’s a great sight to see. Like God’s blessing. “So, you’re from Jam Republic right?”

“Yes”

“I’m Bada by the way. Bada Lee, from BEBE” she holds out her hand for me to shake.

“I’m Y/n L/n. And I know who you are, I’m a fan”

I gently shook her hand and she seems pleased with my respond. Stop looking at me with that smile, I’m gonna melt. I was going to let go of the handshake when she pulls me a bit closer to her.

“Can I take you out to dinner?”

Huh?

“Huh?”

“I’d like to take you out on a date, if it’s okay with you”

“Huh?”

My Lord, Save me.

Actually don’t, but pray for me. This woman is too much. I can’t believe she asked me out. I must be dreaming. No, I need to calm down. I have to think this through. Girl! What’s there to think about this is Bada Lee!

“In one condition, if you win another battle. I’ll go on a date with you” Why did i say that! I should’ve said yes!

“You can’t back out now. Pick you up at 8.” She slowly let go of my hand and gave me a smile before walking out the door.

I can’t breathe

I went out after 10 minutes to calm myself down. I then sat down with my teammates, Ling once again looked at me with a teasing smile.

“Your admirer went out looking for you, did you guys meet?”

“No”

“Hmmm”

~Timeskip after the battle~

“So, I’ll be seeing you at 8 then”

Of course she won, I should’ve said yes earlier, now my teammates can’t stop looking at me.

“Yes, actually you can take her now”

“Ling! Oh my god, don’t mind her please” Bada laughs at them and then looked at me waiting for my answer. “I’ll text you my address” , I gave her my phone to type her number in.

“I’ll be waiting for your text”

Bada went with her teammates to their dressing room, skipping happily like a kid. I watched her vanish from my view as my team and I made our way to our room.

“Did not meet, my ass”

“Shut up, Ling”, I tried to walk faster so I can think about what just happened.

“You should invite her to your apartment here, I mean her dinner is there”

“Please stop.”

“Nope”

“Kirsten please make her stop”

“Nuh-uh, I’m enjoying this”

Kill me now

~Timeskip~

I texted Bada my location as soon as I got home. I bought an apartment here in Korea when I attended a dance class for half a year. I immediately took a shower and pick out my outfit. I ended up with a red satin fitted dress and matched my make up with it.

I’m now sitting in my couch waiting for Bada to arrive. She haven’t texted me back but she read my message so it’s okay. As I was skimming through Netflix on what to watch while waiting for her, my doorbell rang. She’s pretty early, it’s only 7:30pm. I opened my door revealing a drenched Bada.

“Oh my god! What happened to you? Come in!”

I immediately took a towel from my cupboard and gave it to her.

“It’s okay its only my jacket that is wet. It’s raining so hard outside, we might have to re schedule our date.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know. It must have been a hassle getting here.” How did I not notice the weather outside, now I feel bad for making her come here.

“It’s alright. I brought some wine, and these are for you”, she handed me the flowers and set down the wine on the coffee table. She looks so good drying her hair.

“You didn’t have to you know, but thank you. I appreciate it”, I stood up and put the flowers on a vase. I was gonna put it on the dining table when I bumped into Bada.

“Careful now”

“Sorry, I didn’t see you behind me”

“Let me take those, you want it in your dining table right?”

She took the vase from my hand and put them on the table. I did not notice what she was wearing when she came in earlier, but now that I have time to check her out, she look so handsome in a button up shirt and black slacks. I did not notice her calling my name, as I was busy thanking the lord.

“Y/n, you alright?”

“Huh? Oh yes. I was just thinking, we don’t have to reschedule our date.” Bada looked at me waiting for me to continue.

“We can just order food and have our date here”

‘…her dinner is there…’ out of my head, Ling.

“Uh, sure. We can do that. What do you want?”

We decided on Chinese food and sat down ourselves in the living room. Bada standing in front of the tv looking for a movie to watch while I look at my messages. I ignored the one from my teammates, they’re probably wondering what’s happening.

“Hey, the food place is running late on schedule. They said it might take a while because of the rain.” Bada informed me, as she typed in her phone.

“That’s okay, we can watch a movie while waiting for the food”

I poured the wine on our glasses and handed hers. I took a sip of my glass and looked at the tv. I can’t believe how she can look so charismatic while looking for a movie. Oh Lord. I’m down bad. This is bad. I took another sip of my wine, it’s honestly sweet, I leaned forward to looked at the brand of the wine when I heard Bada asked me about a movie.

“Y/n, what about this one. It’s abou-“

I looked up at Bada waiting for her to continue what she’s saying, only to see her looking down past my face. Or rather my chest. I quickly leaned back fixing my dress a bit.

“I’m sorry. I- I didn’t mean to stare at your chest”

Bada is now blushing furiously, it’s unusual to see her like this. All flustered and stuttering her words. Interesting.

“It’s alright, sit beside me. Let’s watch your pick” I said as I pat the space beside me on the couch.

Bada sat beside me, with at least two feet between us. I laughed at her and told her to sit closer. She did sat closer but her face is still red from the event earlier. The movie starts playing it’s a horror film with Jenna Ortega in it. I think it’s called ‘X’. The thunder and rain outside fits perfectly with the movie. I looked at the person beside me, watching the movie so intensely. I can see her side profile perfectly, her sharp jaw, her tall nose. Everything about is so attractive. I saw her clenched her jaw, while watching the movie.

“Ohh~ baby. Just like that~”

Huh?

I immediately turned my head towards the tv and saw what’s happening. They’re having sex. That’s why she was clenching her jaw. Oh my god.

Third Person POV:

Y/n can’t help but noticed Bada’s response to the movie. She saw Bada quietly took a pillow and put it on her lap. She thought it was probably to help her be more comfortable. What she didn’t know is Bada was trying not to react to the movie. Bada’s grip on the pillow harden, turning her knuckles white. And this time Y/n ask if she’s feeling okay.

“Y-yes. Just feeling a bit hot”, Bada answered trying to not look at the gorgeous girl beside her.

“I can turn on the air conditioner if you want”

Y/n stood up trying to find the remote for the AC, and she found the remote beside Bada.

Y/n leaned forward to reach the remote but failed. She then gave up when Bada told her not to turn the AC on. Bada then poured more wine to her glass and downed it in one go. The movie continues now with the horror scenes. Y/n is a scaredy cat. Bada learned that tonight, when she felt Y/n screamed and hug her. Bada gave in and hugged Y/n closer to her. Her perfume intoxicating her, leaning herself towards the smaller girl. Y/n not noticing the effect she had on Bada, she climbed on her lap replacing the pillow on Bada’s lap. Y/n heard Bada groans thinking she hurt the girl.

“I’m sorry, did I hit you?” Y/n pulled away and asked worriedly.

The taller girl did not answer and just looked at her in the eye. Y/n was surprised at the close proximity between them. She was going to get up from Bada’s lap when she was pulled back in the old position.

“Stay, Y/n”

Bada leaned her head on Y/n’s shoulder pulling the smaller girl closer to her. This gave her more opportunity to smell that intoxicating perfume once again. Turning her head towards Y/n’s neck, she places a small kiss and pulled away. Y/n now understanding what’s happening, blushes and covers her face. She can feel it underneath her. Bada just got more attractive in her eyes.

“Don’t hide your pretty face from me”

Y/n slowly remove her hands away from her face. Her breathing became heavy, she looks down at Bada’s lips then back at her eyes. The way she looks right now is the one thing that Bada will never let anyone see. Her arms around her neck, hands on her waist, it’s perfect.

“We can stop, if you want-”

Y/n captured her lips before Bada even finishes what she’s saying. Bada responded with the same passion. They both kissed liked they’ve been starved for years. Y/n grinds herself to Bada earning a groan from the other girl. Bada’s grip on Y/n’ waist tightened as she helps her grind on her crotch. Bada’s hands pushed Y/ns dress up and caress her thigh. Y/n’s hands began unbuttoning Bada’s shirt, throwing it on the couch once she got it off of her.

Bada trails her kisses down to the other girl’s jaw and neck. Earning a moan as she sucks on the skin. With gentle hands she pulled the strap of the dress down Y/n’s shoulder as she kisses her way down. Y/n elicited a moan when Bada sucked on her nipple. Covering her mouth in response, Bada saw this and grabbed her hand and pulled it away from her mouth.

“I want to hear everything tonight”

Bada continued to ravaged her body not missing any skin untouched. Y/n on the other hand work her way through the taller girls belt. Unbuckling it was the easy part, reaching down to unzip it is not. Bada pulled away and let the girl do what she wants. Y/n got down to her knees and unzip Bada’s pants. She then pulled it down along with the boxers. Bada’s hardness slaps against her stomach startling the kneeling girl. Y/n wraps her hands around the length and looked at Bada. She then starts to move her hands up and down and leaned herself forward kissing Bada.

“Fuck…Y/n”

Bada threw her head back when she felt Y/n sucking her off. She felt incredible, her hands find their ways on Y/n’s hair pushing her down her lenght.

“Almost there baby”

Y/n bobs her hear faster as the grip on her hair tightened. Bada came and watched the girl swallows her cum as she praised her.

“Atta girl”

Y/n removed all the clothing from her body, she looked at Bada’s crotch seeing that it’s hard once again. Bada couldn’t take it anymore, she pulled Y/n down and lay her down on the couch. Bada’s hands found their way between Y/n’s legs.

“No, I want you. Inside”

Y/n looked at Bada as she lined Bada’s cock to her entrance. Bada pushed her tip in feeling the way Y/n arch her back. Bada was gonna let Y/n adjust to her size, but right now all she wanna do is fuck Y/n hard.

“I’m sorry”

“What-Ahh!”

And she did, Bada slams all her length inside Y/n. She was going on a rough pace and Y/n was loving it. She leaned forward to sucked on Y/n breast as she fucks her roughly. She kissed Y/n passionately whispering praises to her. Bada then leaned back to admire Y/n. Y/n’s glossy eyes looking back at her, her boobs following the rhythm of her hips, and her moans. This stirs up something in her, seeing Y/n getting fucked senselessly by her. This made her thrust her hips faster, causing Y/n to let out a chocked moan. Y/n pulled her down to hold on to her. Y/n’s moans are now by her ears, making her groan.

“So-so big. Harder”

Y/n pleaded and Bada complied positioning herself deeper and hitting the spongy part inside Y/n. Y/n’s moaning is getting louder as Bada kept hitting that part.

Ding~dong~

Y/n pushed Bada and try to make her stop thrusting her hips.

“I-I think it’s the-the food..fuckk”

“Then open it” Bada suggested

Bada pulled out and let Y/n answer the door. She saw her hiding behind the door trying to cover her naked state. Bada quietly walk towards Y/n as she closes the door and locking it. And before Y/n can turn around, Bada pinned her to the door, pushing herself inside her once again.

“W-wait Bada. He-He’s still out- fuck..”

Bada returned to her previous pace, holding Y/n hips and pulling her back a bit. This new position is hitting Y/n in all the right places. Bada’s hips thrust faster and harder wanting to hear Y/n break and moan loudly.

“Let me hear you, baby”

Bada’s almost at her limit and she knows Y/n is too by the way she clenched around her. She didn’t want this to end but seeing Y/n struggling to stand, she knew she had to. Y/n leaned her head back to Bada’s shoulder, and arching her back allows Bada to fuck her faster.

“Cum for me, Y/n”

Bada whispered to her, and like a switch her body complied. Moaning loudly as she felt Bada finished inside her as well. Y/n’s body collapsed as Bada carried her to her room. Y/n felt Bada slip in beside her spooning her as they drifted to sleep.

They found their drinks outside the apartment the next morning…

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This is my first story and I can’t believe I made this. It’s prolly trash

Bada got me on a leash.

#badawhatarewe #g!p #Bada Lee x reader #Bada Lee x fem! reader #Bada Lee

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