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k-ky · 7 months ago
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They don't do romance like this anymore.
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haysaprocky · 1 month ago
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i’m the monkey and the collective is bojack. but keep in mind, i’ve been bojack before. so believe you me when i tell you this is some of the best and most deeply spiritual advice ever
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luvuomi · 3 months ago
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tulaytullah — a quaint, yet humble kingdom situated alongside the seaside that thrives with splendor throughout the day before retreating to its tranquility beneath the moonlight, like that of a soothing lullaby playing from a music box.
upon first glance, it appears like nothing more than your everyday kingdom. but, should you be drawn in by its radiant beauty, you’ll quickly come to learn that this place harbors much more beneath the surface — a bewitching charm unlike no other. from its strong-willed citizens to the veiled omnipresence of an eccentric god whose wisdom stretches beyond eternity, tulaytullah is a treasure trove of rich tales and ancient mysteries.
a majority of that can be ascribed to the ever-so benevolent rulers of the kingdom. these days they are far too occupied with caring for their newborn child and thus, finding a moment to speak with them is rare. before, the palace’s gates were always opened for the public to enter, allowing all the opportunity to stroll through the gardens, courtyards, and even the very halls themselves if they so pleased. transparency between a ruler and their people is of utmost importance to the king and queen, who have managed to achieve just that while also finding a good balance for privacy when needed. a commendable feat, especially for individuals such as them who could not be more different from one another.
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collected stories.
tender moments of clandestine. ⋆˚࿔ the orchard of pairidaeza.
tales of the omnipresent god, kunikuzushi. ⋆˚࿔ the challenge.
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🎨 →⠀﹐⠀╱⠀the gorgeous artwork featured in this small narratives were all made by cendiqii whom you can find on twitter and vgen! the depiction of amé and sethos as ody and pen from epic came out so adorable i love this variation of them sm🥹even their outfits came out super adorable <33 if you hear something it’s my heart shattering into a million pieces because i am and will forever be in shambles over this artwork and really this au as a whole . . . reblogs okay! ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)
#`✧. 𝓣𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓. ╱ ❛ amethyst dreamt.#my writing comeback being this was certainly not on my 2025 bucket list but here we are~#honestly this is the most excited i’ve been about writing in like .. months it feels like im back in 2022 when all i wanted to write abt ..#was royal aus of kazuha or any other character in genshin and it feels kind of refreshing in a way#i think the fact that this will probably only reach to a small audience also makes me feel more confident about it oddly enough#it’s a self-indulgent series first and foremost and something i wanted to write my own personal enjoyment and if others happen to ..#stumble across this silly little series they are more than welcomed to read it ^w^#epic the musical has meant so much to me not only as someone who enjoys musicals but also storyteller wise as you can tell#and ofc serves as an excuse for me to write the sethos content i’ve been /wanting/ to see ( if no one else will do it i’ll do it myself )#also .. can we talk about the art? SCREAMS INTO THE VOID IM SO IN LOVE#ITS MY BABIES THE SKRUNCKLIES 🥹I NEED TO PUT THEM IN MY POCKET#THE HUG IS SO ODYPEN YOU DONT UNDERSTAND AAAAAAAAA#CENDIQII DID SUCH A GOOD JOB DRAWING THEM OUT AND THEIR OUTFITS- i couldnt have imagined it better myself#the art itself also tells a story ( two exactly ) that will be written about in its dedicated piece although you can probably already ..#guess what one of them is about www i’m gonna have so much fun with that piece#timeline wise this all mostly takes place in the past of young sethos and amélie with the exception of ‘the challenge’#im trying to think what else there is to mention but my mind is blanking so i think i’ll leave it at that for today :3
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buddydacote · 7 months ago
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More movies tonight. Ma put on Heathers and I really loved it. I get second hand embarrassment easily from school bullies in movies and was dreading this but it turned around fast. Is it bad to have sympathy for the devil? I mean J.D. was wrong for wanting to blow up the school but that's just because he had the wrong target. A lot of what he says makes sense and he had the power to change it. It feels to me that they made him evil just to protect the status quo like how the news made up that The Adjuster was a hitman.
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cheftsunoda · 1 month ago
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someone stop me, i’ve got too many ideas
max x reader x kelly
reader is also the kid of a former f1 driver (maybe Senna or Schumacher) i have absolutely no ideas for a plot, maybe the relationship is exposed while max is streaming idk, love ya
hearts don’t always break in two — mv1 + kelly piquet
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max verstappen x !schumacher reader x kelly piquet
yn and max have known each other since age 5. they had been there for each others ups and downs and even fell in love. max and yn dated from age 15 to 17 and then the world became too much. yn got busy with her modeling career and max busy with racing. but feelings like theirs don’t just fade. max never stopped loving yn, not even when he fell for kelly. and yn—despite the string of men she tried to lose herself in—never stopped loving max either. as for kelly? she always knew. she saw the way max looked at yn, felt the electricity in the room when they were near. and oddly enough… she didn’t mind. the schumacher girl had a pull of her own—one kelly found impossible to resist.
fc : annie.shr on ig
(a/n) : omg baby you have the best ideas. i literally was so excited to write this one that i dropped everything else i was doing. love you dearly and i am working on your alexandra request as we speak. and highkey i think this is some of my best writing like to date. so i hope you enjoy. put my whole pu$$y into this.
also ik ppl have mixed feelings about kelly but please no hate. she is the mother of max’s child and you do not know her personally. she is a beauty and max is clearly very in love with her so all that matters is he is happy! thank uuu:)
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gossiproomx : in honor of yn schumacher making her return to the paddock this weekend— i am reliving my maxyn phase because they are my faves and will never be forgotten. (i have nothing against kelly— these two were just endgame for me) (still are) (max pls kiss her when you see her. i need it)
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username00 : if max doesn’t spiral the second he sees her, what’s the point.
username0 : these pics raised a whole generation of delusional wattpad girls and i stand by that.
username1 : max looking at yn the way he used to would cure 85% of my problems. the other 15% would be solved if she looked back.
username5 : mick walking around this weekend knowing everyone is watching his sister and max like 👨‍🦯👨‍🦯👨‍🦯
username7 : maxyn was my roman empire and it still is. i think about that pic of them on the floor every single day.
username10 : if max doesn’t fold the second he hears her voice i’m boycotting red bull.
username11 : @/lando film updates pls.
↳ lando : no. fuck you guys. you are never appreciative for what i give. always bitching that its too shaky or not in focus. im doing the lords work just shut up and be grateful
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↳ gossiproomx : pleaseeee lan. we will be nice.
↳ lando : doubt it. im only filming for myself so i can rewatch it and cry.
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f1gossipgirls : YN Schumacher has officially made her paddock comeback, arriving alongside her brother Mick. So far, she’s been spotted catching up with Charles Leclerc and Lewis Hamilton in the Ferrari garage, and even seen chatting with Lando Norris and his dad. Notably absent from her rounds? Any proximity to the RedBull garage… Max, blink twice if you’re suffering. We’ll keep you updated as the drama unfolds.
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username00 : “notably absent from the red bull garage” no because my heart hurts.
username0 : kelly better be gripping that man’s hand for dear life rn.
username1 : she looks so beautiful 😭 every time i see her, mick or gina i just want to hug them and pinch their cheeks
username5 : no but like. imagine being max and seeing her laugh with lando. i’d crash the car immediately.
username7 : mick showing up with yn like a protective german golden retriever we love to see it.
redbullracing : i have sent out like 5 brand reps to try and collect her but no one has reported back to me. i love them as much as you do.
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↳ username00 : admin you’re so funny pls don’t go bald or lose your job
↳ redbullracing : trying my best💔
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username10 : the way he’s probably just watching her from behind the screen like 😐🧍‍♂️ baby come back
username11 : @/lando wtf are you doing?? you’re supposed to be playing wingman not charming her.
↳ lando : can’t help that the ladies love me 😎
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↳ username11 : if you don’t do something i am hiring an etsy witch. say goodbye to that wdc
↳ lando : OKAY OKAY. ILL FIGURE IT OUT JEEZ.
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It felt like every step I took was echoing in my chest. The paddock hadn’t changed much—still buzzing with energy, still filled with the scent of fuel, sunscreen, and over-priced espresso. But somehow, it all felt different this time. Maybe because I wasn’t seventeen anymore, trailing behind Max like his shadow. Maybe because the ghosts of who I used to be were waiting for me around every corner.
Mick walked beside me, hands in his pockets, silent but steady—like he always was. I could feel the tension in his shoulders though. Protective older brother mode had been activated. He’d barely let me breathe since I stepped off the plane yesterday.
“You good?” he asked under his breath as we passed the Haas hospitality unit.
I gave him a small nod. “Yeah. It’s just… weird.”
He looked down at me. “We don’t have to stay long.”
I shook my head. “No. I need to do this.”
And I did. For myself. For the girl who used to dream about these paddock walks and race weekends. For the version of me who had fallen in love here, and the one who had left with a broken heart still beating for someone who wasn’t mine anymore.
The Ferrari garage was the first familiar refuge. Charles spotted us before we even reached the entrance and immediately pulled me into the kind of hug that squeezed the air out of my lungs.
“Finally,” he muttered into my hair. “We missed you.”
“You mean you missed me,” I teased, pulling back.
“No, Lewis did too,” he said, smirking.
Right on cue, Lewis appeared like a vision in head-to-toe Ferrari gear, sunglasses on, arms open.
“Long time, Schumi,” he said warmly, enveloping me in a hug that made me feel eight years old again, watching him battle my dad on the track.
“You two are being nice. Suspiciously nice,” I said with a raised eyebrow as Charles handed me a coffee.
“Because you look like you haven’t slept in a week and we’re trying not to scare you off,” Lewis said softly, his tone shifting. “You okay?”
I wanted to lie. I always did. But something about standing there, surrounded by two people who knew, made it impossible.
“I’m here. That’s… something.”
Charles reached for my hand and gave it a squeeze. “You’re stronger than you think.”
I wasn’t so sure. Because every time someone looked over my shoulder, I felt my body brace—hoping, dreading, needing to see him. But he wasn’t there. And that was worse.
After an hour or so, Mick and I wandered toward the McLaren garage, where we nearly bumped into Lando and his father, Adam.
“YN?” Lando grinned, eyes lighting up like a kid on Christmas. “Holy shit, you’re really here.”
I smiled. “In the flesh.”
He pulled me into a quick hug and stepped back, looking me up and down like he was trying to process it.
“Jesus, Max is gonna—” He stopped himself, glancing at Mick. “Never mind.”
I forced a laugh, but my chest tightened.
Lando’s dad, Adam, stepped forward, all charm and warmth. “You look so much like your mother,” he said with a soft smile. “It’s good to see you again.”
“You too,” I replied, surprised by how sincere I felt.
We chatted for a few minutes—Lando throwing in a few ridiculous jokes, Mick side-eyeing everyone like he was five seconds away from tackling anyone who so much as mentioned Max’s or my Father’s name.
But even with all the friendly faces, the familiar laughter… there was still a hollow ache. Because I hadn’t seen him. Because I wasn’t sure I could handle it when I did. Max Verstappen had always been gravity to me. Even when I tried to fly away. I glanced across the paddock for the hundredth time, my eyes lingering on the empty stretch between the McLaren and Red Bull garages. He wasn’t there. Not yet. But he would be. And when that moment came… I honestly didn’t know whether I’d fall apart—or fall back into him.
I thought I’d escaped for the day. Lando and Mick had been playing their roles as protective older brothers- keeping me as far away from Max as possible. I stopped when I noticed a small girl appear next to me.
“Miss Schumacher?”
I turned, instinctively straightening my shoulders. The rep looked young. Nervous. Holding a tablet like a shield.
“I… uh, sorry to bother you,” she stammered. “But… Max asked if you could… come by. Just for a few minutes.”
My heart fell into my stomach.
“Now?” I asked, voice tight.
She nodded. “He said just… you. He didn’t want to cause a scene.”
Lando’s eyes narrowed instantly. “She doesn’t owe him anything—”
“It’s fine,” I cut in, my voice quiet. “I’ll go.”
Lando looked ready to argue, but I gave him a look. One I hoped said—Please don’t make this harder than it already is.
So I followed the Red Bull rep through the maze of motorhomes and hospitality tents, every step heavier than the last. My mind raced with possibilities. What would I say? What would he say? Would Kelly be there? Did he want to apologize? Or worse—say goodbye? We stopped in front of a nondescript meeting room. The rep gestured to the door, then backed away. I hesitated. And then I opened it. It was silent inside. Cool. Dim. Just one chair pulled out at the table. A water bottle. And him. Max. He was standing with his back to me, facing the far wall, like he was afraid if he looked at me too soon, he’d break.
“Max?” I said, voice barely above a whisper.
He turned slowly. And the second our eyes met, it felt like everything inside me cracked open. He looked tired. Not physically—but in that way you only get when you’ve been carrying something for too long. His eyes—still impossibly blue—held something I wasn’t ready for. Relief. Pain. Love.
“I wasn’t sure you’d come,” he said softly.
“I wasn’t sure I should,” I replied.
Silence settled between us like a storm cloud.
“I didn’t know how to do this,” he admitted, stepping closer. “I thought maybe if I just… saw you. If I could look at you again and remember how to breathe—maybe I could finally say everything I never did.”
My hands curled into fists at my sides. “Then say it.”
He swallowed hard, eyes never leaving mine. “I’m sorry. For letting you go. For not fighting harder. For pretending I could ever love someone else the same way.”
My chest tightened. “You didn’t pretend very well.”
Max’s eyes closed for a second, like the truth physically hurt.
“I thought I was doing the right thing,” he said. “You were modeling in Milan, Paris, New York. You were becoming you, and I didn’t want to be the reason you held back. And then Kelly came into my life, and—”
“You fell in love with her,” I whispered.
“I did,” he said honestly. “But I never stopped loving you.”
A single tear slipped down my cheek before I could stop it. Max stepped forward instinctively, but paused like he didn’t know if he still had the right.
“You were everywhere,” I said. “Every man I dated. Every time I stood in front of a camera and tried to smile. You were always in the room, even when you weren’t. And she knew, didn’t she?”
He nodded. “Kelly’s smarter than I’ll ever be. She never asked me to stop loving you. She just… hoped I could figure it out.”
“And did you?”
“I did the second I saw you again,” he whispered. “I never really stopped being yours, YN.”
The silence between us stretched. Painful. Beautiful. I took a step forward.
“You broke my heart,” I said.
“I know.”
“And I don’t trust you.”
“I don’t blame you.”
“But I still love you.”
He breathed in sharply. Like he’d been holding his breath for years and finally exhaled.
“Then let me try,” he said. “Not to erase the past. Just… to prove I’m worth a future.”
I didn’t answer. But I didn’t leave. And when he finally reached for my hand, I let him. Because maybe love didn’t need to be perfect. Maybe it just needed to survive long enough to come home.
I left before he could say anything else. Before I could change my mind. Before my heart betrayed me more than it already had. My fingers trembled as I opened the door and stepped into the sunlight, everything suddenly too loud—too sharp. The weight of Max’s words still clung to my skin like smoke. My chest was tight, lungs refusing to work properly as I wove through the paddock. I shouldn’t have come. I shouldn’t have let him say all those things. And I sure as hell shouldn’t have let myself believe, even for a second, that we could rewrite a story already written in ink. Because Kelly still existed. And she wasn’t a footnote. She was a chapter he chose. Even if he claimed he never stopped loving me—he didn’t stop loving her either. And I couldn’t live with being the person who cracked something that hadn’t even shattered yet. A sob escaped my throat as I ducked behind one of the trailers, pressing my hand to my mouth. I didn’t want anyone to see me like this. Especially not here. Not in this place, where strength was currency and weakness became headlines.
“YN?”
I froze.
And then a beat later—
“YN.”
Mick.
I wiped at my face furiously, turning just as he rounded the corner, worry etched deep into every line of his expression. His gaze swept over me—red eyes, trembling hands, broken posture—and something in him snapped.
“Who do I need to kill?”
I laughed. It was wet, bitter, short-lived.
“No one,” I croaked. “Not yet, anyway.”
He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “What happened? Did someone say something to you? Was it Max?”
I looked away, which told him everything he needed to know.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he muttered, jaw locking. “I told Lando to keep him away. I told him—”
“It wasn’t Lando’s fault. Max asked for me. I thought I could handle it,” I said quietly. “But I was wrong.”
Mick’s expression softened just slightly, but the tension didn’t leave his shoulders. He was vibrating with fury—protective, sharp-edged fury that only brothers were capable of.
“He hurt you again?”
“No,” I whispered. “That’s the worst part. He told me everything I ever wanted to hear.”
Mick blinked. “So…?”
“So I can’t ruin what he has with Kelly. I won’t.”
“Are you serious?” he snapped. “You’re sobbing behind a trailer and he’s walking around with two women’s hearts in his hands. You think you’re the villain in this story?”
“I think I’m the only one trying not to be selfish.”
Mick exhaled hard, dragging a hand through his hair. “You always do that. You put everyone else’s happiness ahead of your own. Even when it kills you.”
“I’d rather break myself than break them,” I said, voice barely audible.
He stared at me for a long moment. “That’s not love, YN. That’s martyrdom.”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Because maybe I was the villain. Or the coward. Or maybe just the girl who never stopped loving someone she was never supposed to belong to. Mick pulled me into a hug, and for the first time all day, I let myself fall apart in someone else’s arms.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured into my hair. “Even when he doesn’t.”
And I clung to that. Because right now, it was the only truth I had.
The house was too quiet. The kind of quiet that made your ears ring. That made your thoughts too loud. I’d been pacing the same living room floor for nearly an hour, hands twisting the hem of one of Mick’s old hoodies I’d stolen years ago. I hadn’t turned on the lights. I didn’t want brightness. I didn’t want clarity. I wanted to disappear into the dark and pretend I didn’t still feel Max’s voice in my bones. 
I didn’t mean to call. My fingers just moved. Like muscle memory. The way they always did when everything got too much. The phone only rang once before he picked up.
“Liebling?” Sebastian’s voice cracked something wide open in me.
“Hi,” I said, trying to sound normal.
I failed. I always failed with him. And maybe that’s why I loved him so much.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” he said gently, like he was already sitting next to me with a cup of tea and that soft little crease in his brow.
“I saw Max today,” I whispered.
Silence. And then a soft, steady breath on the other end. “Ah.”
I sat on the couch, pulling my knees to my chest. “He told me he never stopped loving me.”
Sebastian didn’t speak.
“He said… he loves her too. But that he was always mine first. And part of me wanted to believe it so badly. Part of me wanted to run straight into his arms and pretend it would be enough this time. But I couldn’t. I just… couldn’t.”
“I know,” he said softly. “Of course you couldn’t.”
“I wanted to,” I admitted. “God, I wanted to. But she’s good. She’s kind. And I’m not selfish enough to shatter her life just to glue mine back together.”
“YN…” His voice was so heartbreakingly gentle. “You think loving someone that deeply is selfish?”
“I think trying to take him back when he already belongs to someone else would be.”
“You’re not trying to take anything,” he said. “You’re just trying to feel, and that’s not a crime. You’re allowed to want things, even if they hurt.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “What if I’m always the one hurting?”
“You won’t be,” he promised. “Not forever. You are not someone people forget, YN. You’re someone people carry with them—like a compass. Like a melody they can’t get out of their head.”
“Even Max?”
He didn’t hesitate. “Especially Max.”
Tears slipped down my cheeks again. I didn’t even try to wipe them.
“I’m tired, Seb,” I whispered.
“I know you are, Schatz.”
There was a pause. And then, “Your dad would’ve told you to kick Max in the shins and then make him work for it.”
I laughed through the tears, chest aching with the sound. “You’re not wrong.”
“And I’m telling you,” he said firmly now, “that you don’t owe anyone anything. Not even him. You just owe yourself the grace to heal.”
I closed my eyes and let his words sink into me like sunlight on skin.
“I miss you,” I said.
“I miss you too,” he replied. “Now go drink some tea, take a long shower, and text me when you’re safely in bed. Or I will call Mick and ask him to camp out on your floor like you’re twelve again.”
I smiled for the first time in hours. “Fine. Bossy.”
“Only because I love you.”
“I love you too, Seb.”
And when we hung up, I sat in the quiet again. But this time… it didn’t feel so heavy.
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Kelly Piquet wasn’t blind. She had always known that YN Schumacher was more than just a chapter in Max’s life. She wasn’t even a past tense. YN was a pulse. A thread running beneath everything. And today, when Max came back from the Red Bull motorhome quieter than usual—less like a man, more like a ghost—Kelly didn’t need to ask what had happened. She just knew. He didn’t speak when she walked into the room. His shoulders were hunched, fingers interlaced tightly, jaw ticking like he was holding his breath. It was the most unsettled she’d seen him in a long time. She took a seat across from him on the couch, crossed one leg over the other, and tilted her head thoughtfully. No fire. No ice. Just the cool, unreadable stillness that came with already knowing the answer.
“You saw her,” she said softly.
Max glanced up. “Yeah.”
Kelly smiled—small, but not unkind. “And?”
“I told her I never stopped loving her.”
A beat of silence. Kelly nodded like she’d been expecting it. “And she?”
“She left. In tears. Said she didn’t want to ruin what you and I have.”
“Ah,” Kelly hummed. “Very her.”
Max’s brow furrowed. “You’re not… mad?”
Kelly’s laugh was quiet and almost amused. “No, Max. I’m not mad.”
“But I—”
“You love her,” she said plainly. “You have for a long time. You tried to bury it. I tried to ignore it. But it was always there, wasn’t it?”
He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. Kelly leaned back into the couch, her gaze steady. “I always knew you were hers. Not because you didn’t love me, but because there was a part of you I never had. And I don’t want to be with someone who still belongs to someone else, even if they’re too scared to say it out loud.”
Max swallowed hard, throat tight. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”
“Of course you didn’t,” she said with a shrug. “But love doesn’t ask for permission. It just shows up and wrecks the room.”
She stood slowly, graceful as ever, and moved to the window, looking out at the paddock. “You know what I think?” she asked.
He looked at her cautiously. “What?”
“I think you two are too damn stubborn for your own good. She’s busy trying not to hurt me, and you’re busy trying not to hurt anyone, and in the meantime, you’re both bleeding out for no reason.”
He blinked. 
Kelly smiled, just a little. “Max. Be honest about what you feel. I’m not walking away over the truth.”
Max blinked, uncertain. “You’re… staying?”
“I didn’t say I’d stay forever,” she replied calmly. “But I’m not going to run just because your heart is messy. People are messy. And I’ve always known part of you belonged to her.”
She walked over and touched his arm—light, controlled, nothing desperate in the gesture.
“I didn’t fall for you expecting neat and easy,” she said. “And I’m not afraid of history, Max. I’m afraid of silence. Of pretending. So don’t lie to me. Don’t lie to yourself.”
Max looked down at her, guilt tightening his features. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“And yet you’re doing it anyway,” Kelly said softly. “Not with YN. But with how long you’ve been pretending she’s not in every room with us.”
He exhaled, almost broken. Kelly’s fingers curled gently around his. “So here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to take a breath. You’re going to stop spiraling. And we’re going to figure this out together. Like grown-ups. Not like the scared kid you were when we started this.”
“You’re okay with me loving her?” Max asked, voice raw.
“Not necessarily,” Kelly said, with a dry smile. “But I’m okay with the truth. Because if there’s any chance you can close that door—with clarity, not confusion—then I want you to do it.”
“And if I can’t?” he whispered.
Kelly’s expression didn’t flicker.
“Then we’ll decide what that means. But not like this. Not in guilt. Not in chaos. We don’t end like that.”
Max stared at her, the weight of everything between them heavier than ever. And yet… her steadiness grounded him.
Kelly leaned in, kissed his cheek, and whispered, “Go to her, Max. But do it with your eyes open. And come back to me with answers. Not ghosts.”
She stepped back, still looking at him like she knew exactly what this meant. Like she’d already done the math. And she wasn’t afraid of the result.
your pov
I wasn’t expecting anyone. The day had been long—emotionally draining in that slow, silent kind of way that made your chest ache without reason. I’d finally let myself unwind: hoodie on, hair wet, popcorn in hand, and some random Formula E replay humming in the background just loud enough to distract my brain from wandering back to Max. Always Max. So when the knock came, soft and polite but firm, I froze. No one knocked like that unless they were very sure of what they wanted. I set the popcorn down and padded barefoot to the door, a strange sense of déjà vu tightening in my stomach. I opened it—And there she was. Kelly.
Elegant, poised, unreadable. Standing at my door like she belonged there, like this wasn’t the weirdest, most emotionally charged fever dream of a moment I could imagine.
“Hi,” she said softly. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
She looked perfect, of course. Calm and expensive and untouched by the kind of spiral I’d been living in since I left Max in that room. Meanwhile, I was in yesterday’s sweats and a hoodie with a small tear in the sleeve.
Still, I stepped back. “Um… no. Do you… want to come in?”
“Only if you’re comfortable with that,” she said gently, already scanning the inside of my flat like she was taking mental notes. “I just wanted to talk.”
Something inside me said don’t, but I nodded anyway. “Sure.”
She walked in slowly, like she was floating. There was no tension in her body, no anger. That, somehow, was worse. Kelly didn’t sit. She wandered. Paused at the framed photo of Mick and me as kids. Glanced at the cluttered bookshelf. Her eyes lingered on a little trinket Max had given me when we were seventeen.  I felt suddenly exposed. Like I hadn’t cleaned up enough, like I hadn’t guarded enough. Finally, she turned to face me.
“I’ve wanted to meet you properly for a long time,” she said, voice low and even.
I frowned, unsure if I should sit or stand or melt into the floor. “Why now?”
Her smile was small, soft, and far too knowing. “Because now I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”
My stomach dropped.
“I’d rather understand than pretend,” she added.
I looked down, heart thudding uncomfortably. “I never wanted to come between you and Max.”
“I believe you,” Kelly said, stepping closer, her tone kind. Not warm, exactly. But kind. “That’s part of why I’m here.”
I didn’t know what to say. I felt like I was being dissected—but politely. Elegantly.
She studied me for a moment longer. “He’s loved you for a long time. But that doesn’t scare me.”
I blinked. “It doesn’t?”
“No,” she said. “Because love isn’t a contest. It’s a conversation. And I’m not here to fight you, YN.”
She smiled then—soft, almost affectionate.
“I’m here to get to know you.”
I couldn’t stop staring at her. “Why?”
“Because if you’re going to keep holding pieces of the man I love… I’d like to know whose hands they’re in.”
Silence. Then Kelly tilted her head, calm as ever. “Dinner?”
My eyes widened. “Dinner?”
“Just the two of us,” she said, voice velvet-smooth. “Nothing dramatic. I’ll even let you pick the place.”
I didn’t answer right away. I wasn’t sure I could. Because somehow, Kelly Piquet inviting me to dinner was more terrifying than if she had shown up screaming. And yet… I nodded. Because a part of me needed to understand her too. And maybe—just maybe—I wanted to see what game she was playing. If it was a game at all.
I thought she might cancel. Some part of me assumed the invitation would vanish like a mirage. That she’d come to her senses and realize sitting down to dinner with her boyfriend’s once upon a time—and possibly still—in love with him ex girlfriend was a terrible idea. But she didn’t cancel. She showed up exactly on time. She wore a silky black blouse and dark-wash jeans that looked like they belonged in a Vogue editorial. Her hair was up in that effortless twist. Her earrings were small but sparkling, and her perfume smelled like money, like memory, like danger. I wore something neutral. Simple. Something I wouldn’t regret.
The restaurant was quiet, tucked into a leafy corner of Monaco with candles on every table and linen napkins that made me feel like I should whisper. We got a corner booth, far from prying eyes. The hostess looked at us like she recognized both our faces, but said nothing. Kelly ordered red wine. I didn’t. We didn’t speak at first. Just sat across from each other, quietly flipping through menus that neither of us were really reading.
“I wasn’t sure you’d come,” I said finally, forcing my voice not to shake.
Kelly glanced up, amused. “I wasn’t sure about you, either.”
I smiled despite myself. “You’re not what I expected.”
She raised an eyebrow. “What did you expect? Cold? Cruel?”
“Maybe. Or passive-aggressive.”
She chuckled softly. “I’m sure I’ve had my moments.”
Silence again. But it wasn’t tense. Not exactly. It felt like a game of chess, where every word was a move and every glance had weight.
“I meant what I said,” she said quietly, tracing her finger along the stem of her wine glass. “I’m not here to accuse you. I’m here because I wanted to know you.”
I nodded. “And what do you think so far?”
Kelly tilted her head. “You’re beautiful. Smarter than people probably give you credit for. And guarded as hell.”
My breath caught.
She smiled like she’d won something. “Did I lie?”
“No,” I admitted. “I just didn’t expect you to be so…”
“Disarming?” she offered.
“Charming,” I said instead.
We ordered food we wouldn’t finish. We talked more than I expected. She asked about modeling, about growing up with Mick, about my father. And when she listened—really listened—it felt like standing under warm light in a room I didn’t realize had been cold.
“You miss him,” she said gently after I mentioned Michael. “Your father. How he was before.” 
I blinked back the sudden sting. “Every day.”
She reached across the table then, without hesitation, and touched my hand. It was a small gesture. But it undid me.
“You don’t have to be brave with me,” she said. “I know what it’s like to lose someone and pretend you’re fine. You don’t have to do that here.”
I didn’t answer. I just let her hold my hand a moment longer than polite. And when I looked up, her expression had softened in a way that made my chest ache. There was something else in her eyes now. Not pity. Not suspicion. Curiosity. Admiration. Want. The shift was subtle—but it was there.
“I thought you hated me,” I whispered.
She laughed under her breath. “I tried. You’re incredibly hard to hate.”
I swallowed, pulse picking up. “You flirt like someone who shouldn’t be flirting.”
She leaned in slightly. “And you blush like someone who’s not sure if they want me to stop.”
My breath hitched. The air between us was suddenly electric—quiet, private, dangerous. I didn’t know what to say. Maybe there wasn’t anything to say.
She let the moment linger, then pulled back with a smile like a secret. “I’m not trying to confuse you, YN.”
“You’re doing it anyway.”
Kelly nodded, her eyes still fixed on mine. “I think I’m confusing myself, too.”
We sat in silence again, but this time it hummed. Like something new was being built from the ruins of something old. At the end of the night, when we stood from the table and the waiter brought the check, she paid without hesitation.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I said, half-laughing.
“I wanted to,” she replied. Then, a pause. “I want a lot of things lately.”
She didn’t elaborate. But as we stepped outside into the cool Monaco air and she walked me to my car, she touched my arm and looked at me with that calm, careful intensity again.
“This isn’t over,” she said softly. “I don’t mean you and Max. I mean… this.”
My throat tightened. “This?”
“You and me.”
Then she smiled, kissed my cheek like it was the most natural thing in the world, and turned on her heel, disappearing into the night like a storm that hadn’t hit yet. And I just stood there, hand pressed to my face, wondering if I’d just walked into a whole new kind of chaos. And if I wanted to.
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username0 : sooo does this mean kelly and yn are… 👀 talking? getting along? plotting? falling in love? all of the above?
username1 : not kelly PIQUET joining the yn fanclub?? mother recognized mother. that’s all.
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Max was sitting on the couch when Kelly walked in—phone still in his hand, screen dimming from the dozens of notifications he hadn’t stopped scrolling through. He didn’t say anything at first. Just looked at her with that quiet, burning confusion he always got when something mattered too much.
Kelly set her purse down gently. “You saw?”
Max blinked once. “Hard to miss when the entire internet is screaming about it.”
She didn’t flinch. Didn’t look guilty. Just… calm. Collected. Like she had expected this. Max stood slowly. “You went to dinner with her.”
“I did.”
His jaw tensed. “Without telling me.”
Kelly took a step closer. “Would you have let me go if I had?”
He didn’t answer. Just stared at her like she was some puzzle he couldn’t figure out. A book in a language he used to know by heart and had forgotten somewhere along the way.
“I just—” Max ran a hand through his hair. “What was that, Kelly? What are you doing?”
She met his eyes, steady. “I’m getting to know her.”
He blinked, breath catching.
“And?” he asked, voice softer, almost a whisper.
Kelly tilted her head, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “I think I like her.”
And then she walked past him—unbothered, barefoot, and humming lightly under her breath as if this was the most natural thing in the world. Leaving Max standing there, stunned and still very, very unsure of what was happening. Or what was coming next.
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4 weeks later
I don’t know what I expected when Kelly invited me over. I didn’t ask questions. I didn’t overanalyze the way her voice softened when she said, “Just come. I’ll cook.” I didn’t let myself spiral over the fact that Max would be there. I told myself it was just dinner. Casual. Harmless. But nothing about this situation has ever been harmless. Kelly and I had been together nonstop these last few weeks, both of us catching feelings for each other while we were both still tied to him. The elevator ride up to their apartment felt longer than it should’ve. My reflection in the mirrored walls betrayed every emotion I was trying to suppress—hope, nerves, the tight pull of guilt blooming in my chest. Kelly opened the door barefoot, her hair up in a loose bun, wearing one of those effortless silk dresses she somehow always made look regal. She smiled when she saw me—genuine, like she’d been waiting all day.
“Hi,” she said, and I swear to God, it hit me like a wave every single time.
“Hi,” I managed.
The apartment smelled like garlic and lemon and something faintly sweet. Jazz played softly in the background. There were candles on the table. And Max. He was standing by the kitchen counter, sleeves rolled up, drink in hand. Still, still Max. Same unreadable expression, same quiet intensity. His eyes found mine the second I stepped inside, and for a moment, it felt like we were sixteen again, hiding from the world and pretending time wasn’t running out.
“Hey,” he said, and it was soft. Almost unsure.
I nodded. “Hey.”
We sat. We ate. The food was good—of course it was, Kelly was good at everything. She carried the conversation with grace, like she knew we were both choking on everything we weren’t saying. Max barely looked at me. I tried to ignore the way it stung. The night wore on like slow honey. Heavy. Sticky. And then, somewhere between wine and dessert, Kelly stood up. She rested a hand on my shoulder, light and lingering, and turned to Max with that careful, pointed look I was learning meant more than she ever let on.
“I’m going to step out for a bit,” she said. “Max…”
She waited. Waited for him to meet her eyes. Then she glanced at me, smiled almost bittersweet, and said, “I know my feelings for her. You tell her yours.”
And just like that, she walked out. Left me alone with the boy I loved before I even knew what love was. Max stared at the table for a long time. He didn’t speak. Neither did I. The silence between us was loud enough to drown out the music still playing from the speakers. I could feel my pulse in my throat. Finally, he looked up.
“Do you ever think,” he started, voice hoarse, “that maybe we weren’t supposed to end?”
It was a whisper. A fracture in time.
I blinked. “All the time.”
He swallowed hard. “When I saw you again… in the paddock… it felt like I was breathing for the first time in years.”
I could feel tears rising, but I refused to let them fall.
“Then why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because I thought I didn’t deserve to. I have Kelly. I had you. And somehow I lost both.”
He stood slowly, walked around the table, and stopped just short of me. I didn’t move.
“Kelly knows how I feel,” he said, voice low. “She always has. But this… you and her… it’s real, isn’t it?”
I nodded. “I didn’t mean for it to be. I didn’t plan it. But it’s… safe. And warm. And she sees me.”
He stepped closer, so close I could feel the heat radiating off his skin. My breath hitched.
“So did I,” he whispered.
I looked up at him, and for the first time in years, I let myself truly see him. Not the world champion. Not the headlines. Just Max. Just my Max.
“I still do,” he said, eyes searching mine.
And before I could speak, before I could stop it or brace for it—he leaned in. And kissed me. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t cautious. It was everything we had buried. Everything we had swallowed for the sake of time and timing and other people. His hands came up to cradle my face like he was terrified I’d disappear. Like he’d waited years for this one breath, this one second, this one sliver of a chance to rewrite history. I kissed him back. Because I’d never stopped loving him. Because the ache had never left. Because nothing in the world had ever felt more right—or more wrong—and I couldn’t bring myself to care.
When we finally pulled apart, our foreheads rested together, breathing hard, hearts pounding in sync.
“I never stopped,” he whispered. “Not once.”
And neither did I. But I couldn’t say it. Not yet. Because I had feelings for Kelly too.
The kiss still lingered on my lips like a bruise. Max hadn’t moved, and neither had I. We stood there, pressed together by years of longing and guilt, by feelings we’d never buried deep enough. Our foreheads still touched, our breathing still uneven, our hands still unsure of what came next. I didn’t know how long we stood there. But the sound of the front door opening was like a needle to a bubble. Max pulled back just enough to look at me—eyes wide, like he’d just remembered Kelly existed. Like we’d both forgotten. And then she walked in.
Her feet padded gently against the floor, the scent of her perfume curling through the air before she even appeared fully in the doorway. Calm, composed, radiant. She looked between us, one hand still on the doorknob, expression unreadable. Max took a step back. My stomach dropped. My mouth opened.
“Kelly—”
She tilted her head, eyes flicking to me. “So… I’m assuming you kissed.”
Neither of us responded. She smiled like it wasn’t a surprise.
“Good.”
That caught me off guard. I blinked. “You’re not mad?”
She walked toward us slowly, like this was all happening exactly as she’d expected. Her coat slid off her shoulders and onto a chair. She crossed the room, graceful and unbothered, until she was standing just a breath away.
“No,” she said simply. “Why would I be?”
I swallowed, heat crawling up my neck. “Because I kissed your boyfriend.”
“My boyfriend,” she repeated gently, “has been in love with you since we met. I was never going to compete with that.”
She turned to Max. “And you…” her voice softened, “you’ve loved her longer than you’ve known what love even was.”
Max didn’t deny it. And I couldn’t breathe.
“But you love him,” I said, voice cracking. “You love him and I—” I hesitated, my chest tightening. “I love him too. But I also think I… I might be falling for you. And I don’t know what to do with that.”
There. It was out. Everything. Kelly stared at me for a long moment. The kind of moment where time felt suspended. Then she laughed. Soft and real. Her whole face lit up.
“Darling,” she said, stepping closer and brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, “that was my plan all along.”
I froze. “What?”
“I invited you to dinner that first night knowing what would happen. I knew Max would see you and remember everything he tried to bury. And I knew I would see you and…” She paused, her fingers lingering on my jaw now, eyes impossibly gentle. “I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.”
I stared at her. “But why?”
She smiled. “Because loving one of you was never enough.”
Max was silent behind me, but I felt his presence like a pulse.
Kelly looked between us. “I love him. And I’m in love with you. And you two—God, the way you look at each other…” She shook her head, her voice a whisper now. “You’re everything I want. Both of you.”
My breath hitched. I looked at Max. He was watching Kelly like she’d just rearranged his entire world. Then his eyes met mine again—so full of emotion it made my knees weak.
“I don’t know how to do this,” I admitted, voice shaking. “But I don’t want to lose either of you.”
Kelly stepped forward, wrapping her arms around me. I melted into her like it was second nature. Max joined us a moment later, one arm around my waist, the other slipping around Kelly’s back. The three of us stood there, tangled together, no longer pretending. Kelly’s voice was the last thing I heard before the tears finally slipped free.
“Then we don’t have to choose. Not anymore.”
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It was early. Not racing weekend early. Just Mexico early. The kind where the sunlight peeked through the gauzy curtains like it was shy, and the only sound was the ocean humming in the distance and the ceiling fan ticking lazily overhead.I was the first one to wake up. Or at least I thought I was, until I shifted and felt Max’s arm tighten around my waist, pulling me back into him with a sleepy groan.
“You’re not allowed to move yet,” he murmured into the back of my neck. “Vacation rule.”
I laughed softly. “What if I have to pee?”
“Hold it,” Kelly’s voice came from the other side of the bed, muffled by a pillow. “Or take me with you.”
I twisted around just enough to look between them. Max’s hair was a mess, falling into his eyes. Kelly had one leg slung dramatically over both of us, her silk sleep shirt barely hanging onto one shoulder. We looked like a tangle of limbs and tangled hearts.
“Okay,” I whispered, smiling, “new rule...no one moves unless it’s for coffee or kisses.”
Kelly rolled over to face me, eyes still half-lidded. “Mmm. I’ll take a kiss.”
I leaned in, pressing a soft one to the corner of her mouth. She smiled lazily, caught my jaw with her hand, and pulled me in for another—longer, warmer. Familiar now, but never dull. Max made a sound somewhere between a growl and a sigh behind me.
“Not fair.”
“Then come here, Verstappen,” Kelly said, still grinning, reaching past me to grab at his face.
He kissed her over my shoulder, then kissed me. We were all laughing through it—quiet and content and stupidly in love. Later, we finally rolled out of bed—only because Kelly threatened to starve if we didn’t. Max cooked breakfast shirtless in the outdoor kitchen, and I swear the man did it just to show off. He burned the eggs slightly, but I didn’t care. He looked happy. So did she. We ate on the patio with our feet propped up on each other’s chairs. I took a picture of Max feeding Kelly a bite of fruit, her sunglasses perched on her head, her mouth open in a fake gasp like she was being spoiled.
“I’m posting this,” I warned.
“You wouldn’t dare,” Kelly teased.
“I absolutely would.”
Later that afternoon, we took a boat out. Max drove it like he was qualifying. Kelly kept yelling at him in a mix of Portuguese and English, her arms flailing wildly, laughing too hard to be mad. I held on for dear life, screaming until Max slowed down just to shut us up with kisses and apologies.
There was a moment—just one—when the sun was setting, and the three of us sat in silence at the front of the boat. Max had his arm draped over my shoulders, Kelly’s head rested on my lap. The sky was painted in impossible shades of gold and coral. And all I could think was:
This is the kind of love you never plan for. The kind that breaks every rule, but fits anyway. The kind you fight for. The kind you stay for.
Kelly looked up at me then, eyes glowing in the sun, and whispered, “You look happy.”
I smiled, fingers brushing through her hair. “I am.”
Max kissed the top of my head. “We all are.”
And for once, it wasn’t complicated. It was just us. Exactly where we were supposed to be.
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yn, my first love, my angel. i do not deserve your forgiveness or love but somehow you found a way to give me both. i will love you forever.
kelly, i don’t think you’ll ever know what you’ve done for me. you loved me when i didn’t have the words, this — all of this — only exists because of your heart. you gave me space to love her, without ever asking me to stop loving you. and now? i get to love both of you, because you believed in something bigger than fear. thank you for being my home.
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username00 : “my first love, my angel” I am SOBBING in a grocery store rn someone come get me 😭😭😭
username0 : yn and kelly are so hot together. im gay as hell.
username1 : shoutout to kelly piquet for being the most emotionally mature, quietly powerful woman alive.
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danielricciardo : poly verstappen era was not on my 2025 bingo card but i respect it deeply
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lando : Never seen Verstappen this soft. I don’t know whether to hug you or roast you.
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mickschumacher : Still watching you. But… I’m proud of you. Treat her right. Both of them. Always. 🫡
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yn_schumacher : love you both forever and always. my angels.
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i’ve spent a long time trying to outrun the past. trying to forget the way it felt to lose something that once felt like everything. but then max came back into my life…and kelly walked right in like she’d always been meant to stay. i never thought i’d find peace in something so complicated, but loving both of you has been the easiest thing i’ve ever done. max — you were my first love, and somehow still the one who makes me feel safest. kelly — you saw me, truly saw me, and chose me with such softness i didn’t know what to do with it. thank you for giving me space to come home. thank you for making room for love that doesn’t fit inside the lines. this isn’t traditional. it isn’t simple. but it’s ours. and that makes it everything.
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maxverstappen1 : you are my heart, always. thank you for loving me again. thank you for choosing both of us. forever.
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kellypiquet : and i’ll never stop loving either of you. you are everything, yn. always have been. always will be. 🤍
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mickschumacher : i always knew max would be a schumacher somehow. sigh. happy for you, sis:)
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─ 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘪. (𝘪'𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦) 🧶
⤷ summary: the world meets the newest mclaren team member, and they are loving it! it's poor oscars first day and shit's already hitting the fan sorry dude ): LMAO. lando just experienced love at first sight, while y/n is ready to fist fight
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mclaren oscar's first day of kindergarten, done. pre-season testing, done. (we'll be even faster soon 🙏🏼 don't worry guys)
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user2 HELLO??? WHO HACKED THE MCLAREN ACCOUNT
user6 we'll be racing past redbull in no time
mclaren a girl can dream
user7 lando is this you??? 😭
user8 budget dropped so low they had to hire the drivers for social media
user3 this is haas money behavior
mclaren excuse you i am NOT LANDO
user8 oscar????
mclaren no sir, i'm the owner of this house 🫵
user9 idk if this is a new admin but this is so unserious
mclaren new year new me babe
user9 give her a raise mclaren 🙏🏼
mclaren REPOST REPOST REPOST
landonorris first day on the job and already asking for more money?
mclaren i'm so sorry lord lando, you forget that us lowly peasants aren't on an athelete salary 🙄
user10 HUMBLE HIM, WE LOVE TO SEE IT
user11 mclaren admin beefing with lando was NOT on my 2023 bingo card
user12 she really said, "ik we're slow but LET US COOK"
mclaren TRUUUSTTT THAT COMEBACK IS COMING (im manifesting)
oscarpiastri KINDERGARTEN??? i'm nearly 22 mate
mclaren teensy weensy baby basically
oscarpiastri your fired /:
mclaren HAHA YOU CAN'T DO THAT 🏃🏻‍♀️
user13 petition for all the f1 team accounts to be run by young admins, this is tooooo good
mclaren screenshotting this for my boss so they don't see these comments and fire me
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user14 she. looked. up. his. salary. 💀 ICON
user15 hiring her was such a rare mclaren W
user16 MCLAREN ADMIN HEAR OUR PRAYERS AND MAKE TIKTOKS 🙏🏼
user17 OMG CAN U IMAGINE
user18 HOW MUCH MONEY DO I HAVE TO PAY MS. MCLAREN FOR THIS OMG
user19 will our team win? probably not BUT AT LEAST WE'LL BE GETTING CONTENT 😘
user20 AYYYYEEEE
user21 LANDO MAY NEVER WIN, BUT THE FANS NEVER LOSE 🤞🏾
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landonorris don't mind me, just living my lord life on my athlete's salary. bahrain here we come!
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user22 WHERES THE MCLAREN ADMIN
user23 lando nowins flexing on us poor people
user24 someone come get this man's phone
user25 oh i KNOW pr is mad 💀💀💀
user26 daniel ricciardo leaves and mclaren loses it's mind
user27 daniel leaves and all of us lose our minds 🥲
oscarpiastri jesus christ mate, log out
mclaren i'm not sure he knows how, he might need to pay someone to /:
user28 CRAZZZYYYY
user29 THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING
user30 "f1 is a serious sport." the serious sport in question:
user31 the papaya hat 🫵
user32 HE'S SO FINE IM GNAWING AT THE BARS
user33 BARK BARK WOOF WOOF
mclaren phones. on the table. NEOWWW
user33 holy shit this is actually so embarrassing
mclaren at least ur self aware!
user34 she clocked ur asses 😭😭😭
maxfewtrell lord lando flying economy
landonorris I AM NOT
user35 bro took that personally
user36 me thinks the man doth protest too much
danielricciardo i leave you alone for a few months and this is what you're doing
landonorris i learned from the best
danielricciardo DONT BLAME ME FOR THIS
maxverstappen1 ... that's my plane???
landonorris SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP
maxverstappen1 you can't just take credit for my private jet. its mine.
mclaren this just in, little lando norris is a little LIAR
mclaren when he steals a plane and wears bucket hats 🫵🤣 everyone point and laugh
landonorris I QUITE LIKE BUCKET HATS
mclaren i quite like bucket hats 🇬🇧☕️🤓
maxverstappen1 🫵🤣
danielricciardo 🫵🤣
charles_leclerc 🫵🤣
carlossainz55 🫵🤣
maxfewtrell 🫵🤣
oscarpiastri 🫵🤣
landonorris OSCAR????
oscarpiastri 🫵🤣 🫵🤣 🫵🤣
mclaren damn he got you there
user37 this cannot be real
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There were quite a few things Lando expected to be on his agenda when he arrived in Bahrain after him and Max went seperate ways to their own teams. He figured he would meet with his engineers, spend some time getting adjusted to working with Oscar (especially given he hadn't had very much time to meet or bond with the rookie over the break or during pre-season testing), and doing some press interviews as per usual. However no where on his list was an impromptu meeting with Zak Brown. Oscar seemed clueless as to what was going on as well, and Lydia, Lando's personal assistant of two years, was just as clueless.
Lando and Oscar filed into the board room, bottles of water in hand, only to be met face to face with their team manager. Nothing seemed suspicious which Lando hoped was a good thing, but after their underwhelming performance in pre-season testing he knew anything was a possibility.
"Have a seat guys, it's good to see you both. I hope you've been well-rested since testing," Zak greeted with his usual cheerful attitude. Lando and Oscar looked at each other warily but nodded at their boss nonetheless. Zak was usually more of a 'get to the point' kind of man, so this change of pace was unnerving to say the least. Normally it scared Lando a little bit, but truthfully, right now, Lando wanted to be done with this meeting and to get to race preparations.
"That's good, you need all the rest you can get if we're going to try and put up a fight this weekend. In all honesty, I think within the next two years we have a chance to become real competition here. I think we can give Red Bull and Ferrari a run for their money and earn plenty of points this year. Hell," the older man chuckled, "maybe we can win it all."
Lando didn't want to seem skeptical, but he was definitely skeptical. He did not think the car he was given in testing could win the championship, but he would sure as hell be trying.
"But no matter how hard the engineers work the car, and no matter how many sims we do, the one thing we're lacking in is presence. McLaren is notable, we have a famous team and a long roster of famous, successful drivers, including the two of you, but we don't have the same dominating media presence that Mercedes or Ferrari do. And that's what gets us sponsors, and celebrity visits, and fans, and funding. We may not be struggling for money, but if you guys like your multi-million dollar salaries and you want your car to keep being better, we need more media presence. Which is why we decided we wanted to go a bit of a different route this year, with media and all of that."
Oh god. Lando knew where this was going. This was about the new social media admin that had been ruthlessly harrasing him- albeit teasingly- for days now. Only employed for less than two weeks and already stirring up the pot across platforms. Lando looked at Oscar, noting that his teammate was clearly following as well now.
"I know you both have come to realize this already, but there is a new social media manager who runs all of the McLaren accounts. We wanted someone young, someone trendy, someone who knew what the internet is looking for, and who can help us connect and start getting more eyes on McLaren. We want her to meet with you guys today to share a couple of ideas so you can be on the same page for what we'll be doing online. The new manager is just outside. Let me get her so you can speak with her."
Lando nodded dumbly. Right, ok, he could do that. Lando was young, he was online, he was trendy. Plus, most of if not all of the F1 drivers had some kind of media presence already. Lando streamed, he had instagram accounts and twitter, and he even had Quadrant. Lando steeled himself. This would be just fine. An adjustment, but fine.
Zak greeted someone outside of the door and a small bit of shuffling sounds were heard. Before Lando had a chance to stand, Zak was turning and nodding a quick goodbye. Leaving the office room, as a smaller body replaced the space he had been in.
Lando felt like the air had been knocked from his lungs and hoped he hadn't made a noise out loud. He stared, he couldn't help it. He was sure he was slack-jawed, mouth agape and flies coming in. Somewhere in the back of his mind he registered that he should be professional and behave like a normal human being. But the other part of his brain, the dominant part of his brain, was in awe.
Lando looked at the girl in front of him up and down, probably far too obviously, and was stunned. He saw jean shorts, a faded and a mid-washed denim. A colorful-tighter cropped shirt and some layered gold jewelery. Rings on her fingers. Sunglasses in her hair, making her look way to cool to ever speak to him. She rocked on the balls of her sneaker-clad feet- sneakers that matched her clothes perfectly much to Lando's delight- and quickly moved to set her laptop down of the table. She left her small colorful handbag on the table alongside a cup of iced coffee that was already melting in the Bahrain heat. She looked as if she had jumped straight from a Vogue cover (or one of his favorite dreams) and landed right in front of him.
Was it the heat that was making it so hot? Because Lando was becoming suddenly aware of the heat beneath his shirt collar. A stifled cough from Oscar drew Lando from his observation- or rather his creepy, stalker staring- and Lando realized this was not the social etiquette that the situation called for.
Before Lando could even take a step, the girl smirked.
"Nice to finally meet you guys. Hello Oscar," the girl leaned over and shook the taller man's hand. "And Lord Lando, is it? It's nice to finally meet you. I'm Y/N L/N, i'm the new social media manager for the season."
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Y/N could now officially say she is not a fan of Lando Norris. The online feud she had cleverly created to generate some conversation about McLaren before the season started had been banter. She had taken no offense to Lando's jokes at all, but now that she was in front of the man and could feel his judgement, her opionions had changed.
From the second she walked in Lando had begun unabashedly staring at her. Looking her up and down, from the shoes she had recently bought to the hair clipped back on her head, and was not sparing a single detail. She felt vaguely like a mannequin on display and it unnerved her.
Oscar smiled at her politely as she set her things down, and she felt thankful for the reprieve from the judgement and critcism she had been recieving since she arrived and was now experiencing again from Lando in full force.
Y/N was aware that her outfit wasn't uniform or professional, but those were not the qualities she was hired for. Y/N had been confident coming in here, feeling like she would likely connect better with people her own age, but was thoroughly dissapointed to find this was not the case.
Oscar ultimately cleared his throat awkwardly, and it appeared as though this finally snapped Lando out of his judgemental stupor, so Y/N decided to finally make her introductions.
"Nice to finally meet you guys, hello Oscar," she leaned over and shook the taller man's hand. "And Lord Lando, is it? It's nice to finally meet you. I'm Y/N L/N, i'm the new social media manager for the season."
Lando groaned loudly and Oscar laughed.
"Lando I don't think you'll ever live this one down," and Y/N forced a laugh and nodded in agreeance.
"No, probably not. But that's good, that's what I was hoping for." Y/N stated bluntly.
"You were hoping to torture me?" Lando stuttered out and Y/N rolled her eyes, "You'll live I promise." Oscar laughed before pointing out, "at least your not a kindergartener."
Lando stifled a laugh but agreed.
"What purpose did Oscar's baby jokes serve?" Lando asked, and Y/N forced herself not to punch the man at his judgemental tone. He clearly didn't believe in her ability to do her job.
"It's funny, that was it's purpose," she stated, gesturing to the table for the boys to sit as she opened up her laptop. She turned to face toward them, lifting herself slightly so was seated criss-crossed in the chair. She never had liked sitting normally. The boys across from her stared at her expectantly.
"So you create jokes the make people look at us more?" Oscar asked.
"In a way yes. My job is to manage the accounts, but I've also been hired to help get you guys more fans. Fans love to be interacted with, they love seeing you guys joke around, they like feeling like they have content to consume," Y/N explained.
"By playing into these desires, you get more fans, because they feel they 'know you" in a way they don't know the other drivers." The boys nodded their head in understanding.
"So the plan is for me to keep interacting with fans through the McLaren accounts, playing up jokes with you too, and for us to give the fans new content in a way they don't usually get it. Livestreams, youtube vlogs, inside internet jokes, TikToks, the works." Y/N stated.
"Essentially," she said dragging the word out, "I'm going to make you guys the internet's little papaya stars," Lando laughed but nodded. Y/N, despite her first impressions and her developing dislike for the driver, found herself smiling. She could see the vision. Both Oscar and Lando would be awkward and loveable and humorous. The perfect mix for internet support.
"So where do we start?" Oscar asked.
"I'm glad you asked," Y/N smirked. "Have you heard the clip of 'Cuffing Season' by SZA? There's a TikTok trend I think will be perfect for you to do."
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user38 can we talk about how gorgeous admin is?!?!? LIKE OH MY GOD
user10 only hot people go to mclaren
user40 that check better be huge for her
user41 oscar was so mf stiff 💀💀 free my boy
user42 who had a gun to oscars head, he was so scared
user43 lando thirst trapping ICB 😭 I NEED A BIG BOYYY
user44 god admin is so sexy and smart, that was art
user45 CAN WE DISCUSS HOW LANDO LOOKS AT HER
user46 ikr 💀 get off the floor lando your drooling
user47 i want a man to be that down bad for me
user48 lando loverboy era unlocked
user49 meanwhile admin didn't look him in the face
user50 f1 2023 is going to be a WILD RIDE for us mclaren fans if this is before the first race even starts
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hope you all enjoyed! please let me know your thoughts and feel free to leave a request for me to write something for your fav <3
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sturnlia · 4 months ago
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my first fic! i hope you guys like it, im sorry if its bad :3 fluff and making out!
you’re sitting on chris’s couch behind his gaming chair, one leg tucked under the other, scrolling through your phone while he’s gaming. the sound of gunfire and explosions fills the room, but you’ve learned to tune it out by now.
“you gonna sit there like a loser all night or actually talk to me?” you tease, tossing a throw pillow at his head.
it hits the back of his chair, to which he turns around, giving you a look. “first of all, rude. second, you’ve been on your phone for the past thirty minutes. who’s the loser now?”
“still you.” you lean back, stretching your arms over your head with a dramatic sigh. “i was hoping for some entertainment, but apparently, you’re more into playing with random dudes online than hanging out with me.”
“oh, you want entertainment?” he finally pauses the game and turns to you, one brow raised. “what, you wanna arm wrestle? see who can shotgun a pepsi faster? oh wait—i forgot, you suck at both.”
you narrow your eyes. “bold words for someone who cried over a jump scare last week.”
chris glares, pointing at you. “fuck you, that was a well-timed scare. any normal person would’ve jumped.”
you grin, triumphant. “but did they scream like a little bitch?”
he launches the pillow back at you, and you barely dodge it. “you are so annoying.”
“you love it." you say, sticking out your tongue.
he doesn’t respond right away, just stares at you with that cocky half-smile that always makes your stomach flip. his eyes flick down to your lips for a second—so quick you almost miss it.
“you know what’s actually annoying?” he finally says, leaving the game and walking over and sitting next to you. “how you always act like you don’t want me, when we both know you do.”
your breath catches, but you force yourself to scoff. “oh my god, your ego is out of control.”
he hums, tilting his head. “am i wrong, though?”
you open your mouth to argue, but he’s already shifting closer, resting his arm on the back of the couch behind you. the air between you changes—like someone turned the dial up on the tension.
“c’mon, baby, just admit it,” he murmurs, voice lower now. “you wanna kiss me so bad.”
your heart is hammering against your ribs, but you roll your eyes. “in your dreams.”
his smirk widens. “oh, you have no idea.”
and then he moves. slow and testing. he tilts his head and brings his lips so close that you can feel his breath against your mouth.
you don’t pull away.
he takes that as a green light and finally, finally closes the distance, kissing you like he’s been dying to do it for ages.
your fingers curl into his shirt, pulling him closer instinctively. his lips are soft, but the way he kisses you? it's desperate, like he’s been waiting too long for this moment. his hands find your waist, warm and firm as he tugs you onto his lap.
“fuck,” he mutters against your lips, voice a little rough. “knew you’d taste good.”
you’re already breathless, but you muster a retort. “jesus, chris, that’s so corny.”
he chuckles, biting your bottom lip just hard enough to make you gasp. “yeah? didn’t hear you complaining.”
you don’t have a comeback because he’s right. instead, you grind down just a little, testing the waters, and his reaction is instant—a sharp inhale, fingers gripping your hips tighter.
“oh, we’re doing that now?” his voice is deeper, rougher, like he’s barely keeping it together.
you shrug, but the teasing is weaker now, your own body betraying you. “guess so.”
he doesn’t waste time. one hand slides under your shirt, fingers dragging over your skin in a way that makes you shiver. the other is tangled in your hair, keeping you close as he kisses you like he wants to ruin you.
and the look in his eyes and the way he touches you, seems like he does.
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goldsainz · 2 months ago
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# IH6 — ENGLISH LOVE AFFAIR !
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MASTERLIST !
001. SUMMARY !
✯ ollie berman’s twin is secretly in love with a fellow f1 driver, except it’s a not well kept secret.
002. NOTE !
✯ it’s been so long since i posted, that this is centred around the australian gp which was agesss ago. but anyways i hope you’ll like this and that this is a good enough “comeback” 🫶prepare to see more isack fics because he’s slowly but surely making his way up my fav drivers
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yourusername updated their instagram stories!
olliebearman responded to your story!
olliebearman “baby brother” YOU’RE THREE MINUTES OLDER??? olliebearman also p17 is mean😔
yourusername you’re right, p15 is more accurate
olliebearman i’m telling dad
isackhadjar responded to your story!
isackhadjar Can’t wait to see you later!
yourusername me too😚 yourusername i just need to get past my family
isackhadjar We always have the motorhome…
yourusername with all the media hovering that should be a last resort
isackhadjar A few minutes won’t raise suspicion
yourusername hmm we’ll see
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f1gossip It seems that the Australian GP was not so bad for Isack Hadjar after all. Multiple sources have said that after the driver’s crash, Ollie Bearman’s sister swiftly made her way to his garage. Though there is no concrete proof, we verified with the sources about them being at the GP, and it seems there could be some truth to this rumour!
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ynfan2 I’M SORRY WHATTT
ynfan3 i need to know if ollie is okay
⤷ olliefan1 that man is about to set vcarb on fire
isackfan2 HOW DID HE MANAGE TO PULL HER😭😭😭
ynfan4 careful with the way y’all are speaking about my client
ynfan5 i’m not believing this for a sec
isackfan3 someone put isack in witness protection against ollie
⤷ olliefan2 girl that man wouldn’t hurt a fly
⤷ ynfan6 he doesn’t play about yn tho
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yourusername hideaway in mayfair 🩵
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olliebearman excuse me?
⤷ pepemartiofficial Excuse moi*
⤷ olliebearman 😐
isackfan21 THAT IS SO ISACK OMGG
ynfan21 so we’re just ignoring the elephant in the room ok…
⤷ ynfan22 do you not see the man on the second slide????? nothing is being ignored i fear
olliefan21 i’m sorry ollie but they are sooo cute
ynfan23 why is no one calling out the obvious “english love affair” reference
isackfan22 isack liked🥹🥹🥹
ynfan24 idc i love this couple
olliefan22 if this gets ollie to crash out and score points i welcome it
isackfan23 dare i say this is the best thing about the f1 season so far
⤷ isackfan24 don’t let them silence you!!!!!
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isackhadjar Dieu, I love the English
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yourusername i love you so so much
⤷ isackhadjar T’aime plus
yourusername also you chose cute pics 🤌
⤷ isackhadjar See, you could trust me
⤷ yourusername hmm still up for debate
ynfan31 my queen has found her king
ynfan32 YOU KNOW I LOVE A LONDON *GIRL*
isackfan31 who knew our chronically online driver could make a cute hard launch post
olliebearman NUH UH
⤷ yourusername girl get over it
⤷ olliebearman over my f1 car
ynfan33 liked by pierregasly is backkkk
isackfan32 cannot wait to see her at the vcarb garage
ynfan34 MAMÁ Y PAPÁ
olliefan31 i’m sorry ollie but this is toooo iconic
⤷ ynfan35 after he gets over his tantrum he’ll see it too dw
isackfan33 i don’t know who im more jealous of
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dollwonz · 3 months ago
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𐙚⋆°。⋆ 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖽! 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗐𝗈𝗇 — 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗋𝗈𝗍! 𐙚⋆°。⋆
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a/n — emowonz new comeback ⸜(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝!
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thinking about.. nerd!jungwon helping you study for your upcoming final. you've been failing all of your test, quizzes, even project! if you didnt pass this final you could even get kicked out uni! but lucky for your intelligent boyfriend wonnie can help! the two of you sat at your pink desk in your room sharing a chair because you only had on leaving you sitting pretty on wons lap.
thinking about.. how distracted you get when you see wonnies hands as he writes, the grab he has on the pen — you wished his hand was around your throat. snapping back to reality once you hear your boyfriend rasp, "princess, are you focusing? im trying to help you" he speaks in such a gentle tone making your entire body shutter. "but wonnie I need you" you feel yourself grow needy causing you to roll your hips onto the boys hard on. Jungwon gasped immediately grabbing your hips still. the black frames resting on his nose even more intelligent than he is. "listen baby you need to focus, you know I dont reward bad behavior mhm?~" he teased in your ear as his fingers danced with the hem of your pink laced shorts, making you sigh as you felt a puddle form in your panties.
thinking about.. how jungwon slaps your clit anytime you get a question wrong! he could be so mean to you sometimes (。>﹏<) you were spread out on the bed as jungwon eyes burned through your body like lasers. he's been toying with your clit for a good 15 minutes now which felt like forever! "cmon princess you got this one more time, "what two elements are alike in reactivity?" he questions you rubbing your slimy cunt to sooth the sting, lapping your juices all over his fingers. "Ba and mg!" you shouted feeling your high about to collapsed onto you. "thats my smart girl, go ahead baby, cum — come all over my fucking fingers please" he rasped speeding his pace amongst your clit causing you to jerk upwards onto his fingers. your sweet cream dripping down his fingers placing his two digits into your mouth "suck" he spat and you did as you were told, he loves the control he has over you.
thinking about.. you finally passed the final! you may have only got a 70% but hey its not horrible! calling jungwon that your ready to go home and your so excited to break the good news to him. you run toward the taller blond man who's wearing a black compression shirt which you love on him, along with grey sweats with a black yankees hat. not even caring that your pink skirt was rising causing your pink thong to show as you jumped on him, jungwon immediately noticed making him place his hand over your heat to hide it from the public, but you were used to things like that. "baby baby baby!, look I passed all from your help!" you cheered as your boyfriend looked down at you like you were an angel on earth. "my pretty genius" won praised you pecking your forehead multiple times making heat rise to your cheeks. "looks like you need a reward mhm?" he whispered in your ear making you nod with a shy smile. leading the two of you in the back of his car in no time rewarding you with the gift of creaming on his dick soooo many times ㅤ♡!
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chaostudee · 4 months ago
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brother's bestfriend, max verstappen
summary : you are lando norris's younger sister and when you show up to the paddock to support him a certain driver for red bull falls for you. faceclaim : anna astrup warnings : language, suggestive content a/n : obsessed with this smmm <33
y/nusername happiest of birthdays to you baby brother ❤️
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landonorris i do not appreciate you publicly humiliating me like this
y/nusername ;)
user72 thank you y/n for giving us new lando pics !!
username12 im peeing at the last photo
f1fan no because wdym lando is 27?!?!
user123 no cause real istg he was like 20 yesterday tf
username89 my shaylah oooh my shaylah
user00 im scared
f1lover shdjdhdueb
user12 if my sibling ever embarrassed me like this i would acc like sob
user12 not lando with his 'putting up the middle finger' obsession 😭
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y/nusername on my way ✈️
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landonorris can't waitttt
user72 omggg y/n better come to the gp
username55 oh i just know she will eat her fits up
f1girl omggg her and alex better meet up !!
user35 girl how tf do u look this good on a plane i could neverrr
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y/nusername monaco ily
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user72 chat....is that....who i think it is
f1fan ik that side profile
user62 girl whattt we need the tea now
victoriaverstappen so so beautiful
f1girl f1 twitter is going crazyyyy
user62 imagine soft launching THE max verstappen
f1lover frrrr im so jelly
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y/nusername guess i'm a redbull girl now
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f1fan me because i can never decided which team to support
user72 crying because why is this the most relatable thing i've seen all day
user82 okay girl i see u
f1lover omggg pls tell me you're a max fan
user6 ive never wanted to be someone more
f1girl okay her and max are defo dating
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y/nusername alexa play winter things by ariana grande !
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user62 max in the likes.....
f1fan ugh y/n's music taste is on top
username11 so aesthetic omggg
f1girl wait guys i swear max is gone skiing this weekend holy shit maybe they're together
user00 oh girl....u are delulu as fuckkk 💀
landonorris a little bit of credit would be nice
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y/nusername hehe
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》 um what hard launch?!?!
》 DUDE
》 omgggg girl what
》 makes sense
》 max gets it
》 how does lando feel about this
》 isnt y/n like 22???
》 wait cause this is lowkey kinda crazy
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maxverstappen my sweet girl
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landonorris cant lie this is weird asf but im happy for you both 💛
user82 awwww
username8199 chat this is acc so crazy
f1girl i loveeee
user00 savannah slow down-
charlesleclerc bro got rizz
oscarpiastri 😭😭
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y/nusername guess who's backkk 🤭🏁
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landonorris not happy with this 🥲
y/nusername redbull is better
user72 yesssss y/n gets it
user92 DU DU DU MAX VERSTAPPEN
user62 redbull queen
f1fan y/n's a real one
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y/nusername 🌸
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user72 omds i love them both sm i cant
f1fan body is tea
username22 y/n is just living that life
f1fan4eva holy shitt is that a charli xcx reference🙈
username111 max's bicepsss ugh yes godd
f1girl omgg where did she get thar bikini im so obsessed
f1lover so so gorge omg girl teach me your ways
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landonorris some quality time with big sis
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user72 best sibling duo
f1fan im sry this summer break has felt like an ageeee i just want the cars back on track :,(
username55 comeback on lando.jpg 👀
user00 omggg plss
y/nusername ngl u lowkey ateee
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y/nusername
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user82 nortrell forever ❤️
username82 y/n is so stunning omg
f1fan where is max??
y/nusername he's with his family
user728 did they break up 👀👀
f1girl omgg pls she doesnt have to post with him 24/7 to make u believe that they didnt break up
user00 fit devoured
f1lover ugh to be max
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maxverstappen back at it 💪
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user773 um where tf is y/n
f1fan oh they defo broke up.....she didnt even like it
user11 okay but it is hella weird that both lando and y/n are not in the likes
anon babes i fear it is not that deep
user00 ugh not all the fangirls in the comments
username13 omdss can we pls just seperate personal life from sport plsss
user236 max dominated this week
username666 frrr i know my goat 🐐
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y/nusername life recently 💞
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messages between max and lando
dude did u propose to y/n lando
shit yeah yeah i did..... max
im sry if you're pissed but i asked your dad and he was chill and like i'm in love with her and i want to spend the rest of my life with her max
im not mad max 😭😭 lando
you're not....... max
well i mean a little lando
mad that i wasn't in on the proposal lowkey lol lando
ah it was a kind of private thing max
its chill man just dont hurt her lando
never max
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maxverstappen i promise i will love you forever
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landonorris i will kill u if u dare hurt her 😈
user72 damn username88 yesss love me a man who stands on business f1fan im sry the emoji 💀 user72 that damn smirk
y/nusername this is just the start of forever <3
user62 sobbing.
f1girl this is my royal family
username72 omggg y/n verstappen
f1fan oh im counting down the days to this wedding fr
charlesleclerc bravo !!
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saudianna · 16 days ago
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oscar with innocent reader who he wants to ruin 🙂‍↕️
anon you’re so real for this I fear, like oscar after a tough race and all he wants to do utterly ruin you and take his anger out on you, his innocent, eye batting girlfriend who just wants to give him a hug! ignoring your pleads as he drags you to your hotel room after his duties, practically ripping your dress off without a care as to how much you liked it. 
oscar who pins you to the bed, face smushed into the pillow and ass up, his fingers plunging into you and curling them to hit that one spot which makes you whine sooo loud!
“fuck, look at you.. so angelic for me baby.” 
oscar who fingers you into oblivion, drug store mascara running down your face, and wrists ingulfed in a single palm from when you tried to wriggle away from his grip. <3
“you gonna come again f’me dirty girl? can feel you clenching around my fingers.”
you huffed and let out a loud sob, choking on your own tears and spit. feeling your third..? fourth..? something orgasm come over you, until he rips his fingers out and you whimper at the loss, hole fluttering around nothing but air. 
oscar who grabs you, your hips slouched before were now propped up, your back painfully arched. you sniffle at the wait, hearing him drag his sweatpants down, boxers fly off, your hips wiggling side to side during the wait.
“stay still. or you’re gonna wish you did.” your breath hitching at the idea. you nod obediently.
“god… you act so innocent around the track huh, bet no one knows how wet you get f’me baby..” your eyes squeezing together at the degradation, trying to hide how bad you like it, but he sees right though your facade. 
“mmmh you like that? like being a slut for your boyfriend?” you nod, cheek squished against the pillow and looking back at him.
oscar who snaps when you rock your hips against him, grinding into his hard cock and you moan at the pressure, his hand pushing your hips back.
“uh uh. im ruining you tonight, you don’t get a say when my cock goes in you yeah?”
oscar who finally slides himself in through your tight slit after what felt like ages of hitting his tip against your pulsating hole and overworked clit. laughing at the mewl that rips through you when he suddenly pounds into you with a foul thrust.
oscar who has two fingers in your mouth, gagging your moans, other hand toying with your ass, spitting on your winking hole and sliding a single thumb in.
“oohhh you liked that didn’t you? ffuck. feels like this pussy is eating me alive.” you clenched deliberately and he let out a little groan, you moaning in response, slightly muffled due to the digits who were now hitting the back of your throat and pressing down in response.
oscar who flips you over and presses your legs to your chest and pounds into you so hard you cry. his fingers coming down to rub your clit, you moan loudly in response to the circles he was twirling on your nub.
oscar who laughs when your fifth orgasm comes over you, washing over you in tight waves and making your head spin. his hand coming to wrap around your throat since you just wouldn’t stop whining in overstimulation!
“shut the fuck up. fake ‘innocent’ sluts like you don’t get to speak.” he gruffs and you let out a choked sob as a comeback. he loosens his grip around your neck for a second just to see what you do have to say, or rather moan out loud.
“o-oscar! please— please fuck— i c-can’t—“ you manage out, his hand tightening for a second in the middle of your ramble.
“no. you knew what you were fucking doing acting all pure, batting those eyelashes at me in the paddock. you always know what you’re doing.” he groans out, hips stuttering as he feels his climax coming soon.
“n-no! oscar- i was only trying to make you feel bette- oscar-! fuck!” you keen out, sixth orgasm coming over you, this time making your legs go numb and eyes roll back as he hit your cervix lightly with every thrust, tears not streaming down your face.
“I don’t care. you’ll f-fucking take it—“ he whines harshly and squeezes his eyes, hitting your g spot one more time before going the whole way in and filling you all up! 
oscar who collapses next to you, rolling your shaking body on top of him, placing kisses on your forehead as soft tears still rush down your cheeks.
“s-shit— did I hurt you? are you okay? did I ruin you too much—?” he gasped out
“no baby it’s okay.. that was so much.. and so good.. thank you.” your arms wrapping around his neck for a short but meaningful cuddle.
oscar who wouldn’t dare not taking care of you afterwards, scooping you up in his arms and plopping you in the shower on shaky legs, washing the filth off of you, and potentially maybe eating you out aswell.  <3
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tfwbluu · 7 months ago
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PAIRING — ni-ki + f!reader
WARNINGS — sub!riki & dom!reader, both of them are idols, reader’s older than rik’s by a year, noona kink, oral (m. rec), edging/overstimulation, degradation/praise, bondage, blindfolds, creampie, pet names + reader calls him baby boy, pictures/sextape, aftercare.
WORDCOUNT — 2.4K
NOTE — i mixed like three reqs into this one cs i got lazy zzz im just gonna drop this and leave (,, ‸ ‸ ,, ) rik’s just wants to be a good boy. . lmk if i missed smth in the warnings.
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You had just finished a photoshoot with one of the brands you're an ambassador for. Finally getting home, you unlocked the door to the private space you shared with Riki—a place meant just for the two of you to escape and enjoy some “quality time”. You figured it was still early enough to take a nap together, especially since you remembered he only had one comeback shoot scheduled for the day.
Walking in, you heard faint squelching noises echoing through the halls. Curiosity piqued, you followed the sounds, your steps growing quieter as you approached. The soft, high-pitched whines bouncing off the walls grew louder until they led you to your shared bedroom.
Peeking inside, you were greeted by the sight of Riki, completely lost in his own pleasure. He sat on the edge of the bed, desperately jerking himself off, his stage makeup still intact, though he'd changed into one of his hoodies and a pair of sweats. His hand worked furiously, his cock slick with precum, but no matter how hard he tried, he seemed unable to finish.
A smirk tugged at your lips as you leaned against the doorframe, crossing your arms. “Well, well, what do we have here?”
Riki froze, his head snapping toward you, eyes wide in shock. His cheeks turned a vivid pink as realization dawned—he hadn’t noticed you’d come home. His cock twitched in his hand, dripping with precum, as he scrambled to process the situation.
“My, I never thought you’d have the guts, baby,” you teased, stepping into the room and locking the door behind you. “Couldn’t even wait for me?” you pouted, now standing directly in front of him.
Riki’s head dropped, his gaze fixed on the floor, too embarrassed to meet your eyes. His hands gripped the bed sheets beneath him, his cock pressing heavily against his pants, flushed and needy.
“Look at me when I speak to you,” you demanded, gripping his chin and forcing his face to meet your gaze. His breath hitched, a soft yelp escaping his lips as you lightly slapped his cock, watching it twitch in response.
“Didn’t even ask for permission,” you continued, your tone sharp but laced with teasing amusement. “Such big hands, and yet you can’t even make yourself cum without my help, hmm?”
“N-no, noona,” he stammered, voice barely above a whisper. His face burned with humiliation and arousal, his breath coming in short gasps.
“You know what happens to naughty boys, don’t you?” you asked, tilting your head. “Undress. Sit on that chair.”
You stepped back, giving him space, and watched as he obeyed, his hands trembling slightly as he began to strip. His flushed skin glistened under the soft light, his eyes flicking nervously between you and the floor.
You walked to the dresser, retrieving a small box as Riki obediently stripped himself bare. His skin prickled with exposure and vulnerability as he stood completely naked before you, while you remained fully dressed. His eyes wandered over you, unable to resist admiring every detail—the way your perfectly styled hair frames your face, the sharp intensity of your gaze, and the bold, glossy red of your lips that seemed to command his submission without a word.
He twitched at the sight, unable to hide how much just looking at you affected him. Settling into the cushioned chair, he watched you anxiously, anticipation bubbling in his chest as he tried to guess what you had planned.
“Sit still for me, okay, baby?” you mused, your tone light and teasing as you walked toward him with a small box in hand. Placing it on the table beside him, you opened it deliberately, keeping its contents hidden from his view.
Before he could ask or peek, darkness overtook his vision as you slipped a blindfold over his eyes. Deprived of sight, his remaining senses sharpened. The warmth of your breath against his neck sent shivers down his spine as your lips placed a feather-light kiss on the mole there.
“Sensitive?” you teased, your voice like silk as your hands wandered up and down his torso. Your fingertips grazed his nipples, teasing them lightly, and he twitched under your touch.
“Ngh… noona…” he whined, his voice laced with need. His cock, flushed red and angry, throbbed as he unconsciously bucked his hips into the air, desperately seeking relief that wasn’t coming.
“Ah. I almost forgot,” you said, your tone playful as you reached into the box. Pulling out a length of crimson rope, you let it trail through your fingers. “Lean forward a little for me, and put your arms behind your back, baby boy,” you asked sweetly, your words soft yet commanding.
Though hesitant, Riki obeyed, leaning forward and presenting his arms. You worked with practiced precision, winding the rope securely around his biceps and forearms, binding them to the back of the chair. The knot you tied was firm yet intricate, finished with a delicate, decorative bow.
Satisfied with your handiwork, you stepped back to admire your masterpiece. Riki trembled with desire, his body taut with tension. The way his arousal dripped onto the floor below only added to his delicious vulnerability.
You bit your lip, grabbing your phone to snap a picture of him. ‘Pretty,’ you thought, moving to tug on his hair and pulling him into a kiss that he whined into.
“N-noona… p-please,” he whimpered, his voice shaky as his hips bucked into the air, searching for any kind of friction.
You started a small recording, capturing his tied-up, blindfolded form. Blowing lightly over his flushed, throbbing length, you watched as a shiver ran through him, his gasp breaking the quiet, desperate for the warmth of your touch.
“Say hi to the camera,” you cooed, filming his entire body, wanting to preserve this moment forever.
“H-hi...” he managed, his voice a soft, shaky whimper.
“Are you okay with me recording, baby?” you asked softly.
“Hmm, it’s okay…” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
You smiled and leaned in, leaving a soft peck on his lips. “Good boy,” you murmured, watching his cheeks tint with warmth.
You set the camera on the table, perfectly positioned to capture the two of you. “What were you saying again? Please what, sweetheart?” you asked, your voice a sultry purr as you leaned in closer.
“P-please... touch me,” he begged, his voice cracking with desperation. “I’ll be a good boy, I promise! ‘M sorry for touching myself without your permission—ah!”
His apology dissolved into a moan of relief as your hand finally wrapped around his length, stroking him slowly, almost lazily. Each deliberate movement of your hand was a taunt, drawing out his pleasure while you watched him unravel. His arousal slicked your palm as his chest heaved with shallow breaths.
“So needy...” you cooed, your lips brushing over the mole on his abs before trailing upward, kissing his neck. You left a trail of red lipstick marks as a reminder of your claim. His moans grew heavier, chest rising and falling rapidly.
“N-noona, please, need m-more!” he begged, his body straining against the crimson ropes, the bindings leaving flushed marks on his skin.
Helpless and utterly at your mercy, he could do nothing but take what you chose to give, his desperation spilling from every gasp and whimper.
Lowering yourself to your knees, you began with delicate kitten licks on his swollen tip, savoring the way he twitched under your tongue. Your lips wrapped around him lightly, sucking just enough to make him shudder, while your hand stroked the rest of his length in slow, deliberate movements.
A soft gasp escaped him as his hips lifted slightly, thrusting into your mouth instinctively. You allowed it, letting him chase just a little relief, all while keeping your pace teasingly unhurried. His body tensed as he teetered on the edge of release, his cock twitching in your grasp. But just as he was about to spill over, you stopped. His frustrated whine filled the air.
“Noona…” he whimpered, his voice shaky and desperate.
“Remember, darling,” you said with a teasing smirk, your hand brushing over his throbbing length, “only good boys get to cum.” You resumed stroking him slowly, watching his hips twitch as you built him back up.
You teased him relentlessly, stroking and sucking him just enough to push him to the edge, only to stop each time he neared his peak. It left him breathless, his whimpers growing more pathetic with every denial.
Finally, his trembling body betrayed him. He came suddenly, thick ropes of release spilling onto your hand and his stomach. Relief flickered across his face, but it was fleeting as your touch never faltered.
“F-fuck… Noona!” he yelped, his voice breaking as your hand began moving faster, not giving him a moment to recover. His oversensitive body writhed against the crimson binds, and within moments, another wave crashed over him, spilling more of his release.
“You’re so tense, baby.” you teased, coaxing every last drop out of him.
“Noona~!” he cried out, his third climax ripping through him, his release pooling on his toned abs alongside the red marks of your kisses.
His flushed face, sweat glistening on his skin, and tear-streaked cheeks made him utterly irresistible. His swollen, red lips practically begged to be kissed, and you obliged, silencing his whines as your mouth claimed his, your hand finally slowing.
‘Fuck, he’s so pretty,’ you thought, finally taking a moment to admire him fully.
Slowly, you undressed, leaving only your top, before positioning yourself atop him. Aligning his still-hard cock with your slick entrance, you slid down his length. He let out a choked sob at the overwhelming sensation, his sensitivity making every movement more intense.
“Such a big cock, filling me up so good, yeah?” you praised, moving up and down on him, your hands gripping his shoulders for support.
“T-thank you, Noona… feels so g-good!” he babbled, his head falling back in ecstasy.
You tugged his head forward by his hair, pulling off the soaked blindfold, and his glassy, tear-filled eyes met yours. Silencing his desperate noises with a deep kiss, you muffled his cries as you rode him harder.
“F-feels... ssoo guhd, nnnmh... f-fuck plees, noona... p-pleasee...” he mewled against your lips, his muffled voice trembling, but you understood him perfectly.
“You’ve got one more in you, baby?” you murmured, your forehead resting against his. “You’ve been such a good boy—just one more, hmm?” Your thumb softly caressed his damp cheek as you held his gaze.
He nodded weakly, his voice lost to the pleasure consuming him. Your movements became frantic as you chased your release, your hand dipping down to stroke your clit.
“N-Noona… c-close…” he mumbled between broken moans, his body trembling beneath you.
“Hmm, cum inside me, baby,” you purred, your hips meeting his thrusts as you felt the tightening coil in your belly snap.
Both of you reached your peak in unison, his warmth spilling into you as your walls clenched around him, soaking his cock in your release. You sighed in relief, easing off him as his cum spilled out, dripping down his length and pooling beneath you.
“D-did I do good, noona? Was I a good boy?” he asked, his voice soft as he looked up at you with those pretty, pleading eyes.
“Yes, you were, baby. Such a good boy for me,” you praised, gently caressing his flushed cheeks.
Reaching for your phone, you ended the recording with a satisfied hum. But before setting it down, you couldn’t resist snapping one final picture of Riki—trembling and spent, his body adorned with your red kiss marks, glistening with sweat and streaked with cum.
“Smile, baby,” you cooed, a sly smirk playing on your lips as you admired your masterpiece, saving the photo as a private keepsake for your eyes only.
Putting your phone down, you turned your full attention back to him, your eyes raking over his trembling form.
“You okay Ki?” You asked gently, patting his head.
“Hmm, ‘m okay,” he mumbled, gazing up at you with adoring eyes. You couldn’t help but think, cute, as you gently squished his cheeks.
“Wanna kiss.” he pouts, “let me take off the ropes first baby.” you mused, removing them slowly.
Fuck. You can’t help but feel a sense of pride looking at the marks on his skin, ‘All mine’ you thought possessively.
“Let’s take a bath, okay baby?” you said, holding onto him as you walked him to the bathroom.
You guided Riki to sit on the toilet while you prepared the bath, testing the water until it was just right. Once the tub was ready, you helped him ease in, his muscles visibly relaxing as the warmth enveloped him. After slipping off the rest of your clothing, you joined him, settling in front of him.
With gentle hands, you washed him, massaging shampoo into his hair and carefully cleaning his body. Between each motion, you left small kisses on his skin, earning soft hums of contentment from him.
Afterward, the two of you dried off, his tired hands fumbling to hand you one of his hoodies. You chuckled at his persistence and slipped it on, indulging his request.
Finally, you both climbed into bed, Riki instantly wrapping himself around you, his lips pressing light kisses against your neck.
“‘M sorry,” he mumbled, his voice quiet.
“It’s okay, baby. You don’t have to be sorry,” you reassured him, your fingers gently threading through his damp hair. “Plus, you looked so pretty f’ me.” You teased, unlocking your phone and showing him the lewd pictures and video you had taken. His eyes widened as his cheeks flushed pink all over again.
“Hmph, I just wanted noona so bad, was thinking about you the whole time I was recording the comeback stage. Couldn’t help myself,” he huffed, burying his face against your skin. “Hyungs were annoying too, kept teasing me for missing you,” he added with a pout, looking up at you with those wide, puppy-dog eyes.
“I’ll talk to them later,” you replied, smiling softly. “Let’s take a nap, yeah? You must be tired.” Your hand moved to stroke his hair, lulling him further into relaxation.
“Kiss?”
“Okay, you big baby,” you giggled, leaning down to press a long, soft kiss to his lips. “Sleep well, baby. I love you.”
“I love you too, noona,” he murmured, his voice filled with warmth as his eyes fluttered shut, completely at ease in your arms.
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hyunjincanraptoo · 2 months ago
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first of all, congrats!!! u really deserve the 500 followers, your writing is sosososo incredible <3
im begging you to do number 3 🙂‍↕️ tysmmmm <3
Hi, baby! Tysm 🤭 I'm so so so sorry it took SO long. I was really busy but now I'm back. This prompt was supposed to be small and suggestive but I got carried away and honestly turned out to be the best comeback hehe please enjoy 💜
3. Flirting during his insta live
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Word count: 2.4k
Warnings: smut, sub!hyunjin, sex toy (idk if the toy actually exists irl but in my fic it exists)
Alexa, play Hotline Bling by Drake
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Hyunjin’s live starts late.
His hair’s a mess, fresh out of the shower judging by the damp strands tugged behind his ears. He’s in a loose white tee, collar stretched just enough to reveal his collarbone, one side of the fabric sliding dangerously off his shoulder.
“Couldn’t sleep”, he murmurs, eyes flicking to the comments, “Figured I’d keep you company”
The chat is exploding, but one comment makes his lips twitch.
‘You couldn’t sleep so you came here to thirst trap us. Be honest.’
He huffs a laugh through his nose. Looks into the camera like he knows exactly who sent that.
“Some of you are very… confident tonight”, he says, sipping his water slowly
You send another:
‘Pull that collar down a little more. For science'
He chokes, coughing into his fist.
“I think this shirt’s already struggling for its life”, he murmurs, fingers ghosting over the edge of the neckline. His thumb dips under the fabric like he might give it to you
Then he stops and smirks
“Nah. Not for free”
The chat is in chaos:
“WHAT IS GOING ON??”
“WHO is he talking to???”
“Hyunjin why are you RED?”
Another comment:
‘Don’t act shy now. I’ve seen how you get when you’re desperate’
His lips part. He sits back, letting out a slow exhale, like he’s trying to behave.
“You’re very brave behind a screen”, he mutters, “Want to say that with your mouth full next time?”
The room goes silent for a second before he realizes
Instantly, his eyes go wide
“I MEAN! Like… Full of… tea. Or food. Because you’re eating. Clearly”
He buries his face in his sleeve, muffling his laugh while fans go feral.
You don’t let up:
‘You’re twitching your thigh again. Getting worked up, baby?’
His leg immediately stops. He shifts in his seat, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek.
“I hate you”, he says with a grin, “You know exactly what you’re doing”
More chaos:
“IS HE FLIRTING??”
“HYUNJIN YOUR THIGH IS WHAT??”
“Oh he’s GONE"
You finish him off with:
‘If you end this live without calling me, I’ll remind everyone what your voice sounds like when you moan’
He freezes.
His mouth falls open. He slams the screen with his hand like it’ll shut you up.
“Okay! Alright. That’s ENOUGH. This was nice. Love you guys. Goodnight, BYE…!”
The live ends mid giggle, his face and ears red
Seconds later, your phone lights up:
[Jinnie 💜]:
You’re so devilish.
I'm hard and mad.
Call me now.
You reply to him:
No. You call me
Just like that, your phone rings ten minutes later.
You answer without a word, smirking as you picture him pacing his bedroom, hoodie probably yanked off already, hair still damp, frustrated fingers raking through it.
“Are you out of your mind?!”, he says low
“Hi to you, too”
“You made me hard in front of a hundred thousand people!”, he groans, “Do you have any idea what I looked like trying not to shift in my seat?!”
“Oh, I know exactly what you looked like”, you stretch out on your bed, “Leg twitching, thigh flexed, little pout. The usual”
“Stop”
“Why? You like it”
You listen to his breath turning heavy
“You really said moan” he mutters, disbelieving, “I almost threw my phone across the room. My manager texted me with question marks!”
You laugh softly, “What did he say?”
“‘Was that meant to be public?’” Hyunjin mimics in a mocking voice. Then, he adds lower, “I told him it was improv”
“You’re welcome for the material”
Another pause.
You hear him exhale
“I had to sit still for ten minutes before calling”, he confesses, “I was so hard it hurt”
You bite your lip, “And now?”
“Now I’m on the edge just from hearing your voice”
He sounds wrecked already, like the tension hasn’t left his body since the second you typed that last comment.
“Say something else”
“What do you want?” you murmur, “Something filthy, or something sweet?”
“Something that’ll make me lose it”
You smile into the phone.
“I’m picturing your hand right now”, you whisper, “Fisted in the sheets or wrapped around your cock… I don’t know which, but I know your eyes are fluttering. You’re biting your lip. You’re wishing it was my mouth, aren’t you?”
A strangled sound escapes him, halfway between a groan and a curse.
You go on, just a little devilish
“Bet you keep replaying my comment in your head. Wondering if they could hear it when you moaned for me last night”
“Fuck”, he breathes, “You need to come over. Now”
“Why?”, you tease, “So I can finish what I started?”
“No”, he says, voice shaking, “So I can shut you up with my mouth”
Another silence falls between you.
Then, he adds
“I’m not even touching myself yet. I’m just hard. Just… imagining your voice and trying not to come in my sweats like a desperate loser”
You hum, “Then let me talk you through it”
He groans when you say it. His reply is barely audible, more breath than sound, “Please…”
You hear rustling, clothes shifting, probably the slide of his sweats down his hips. Then another sound— skin on skin, a slow stroke, a long exhale
“God, I’m so hard” he whispers, “Feels like I’ve been edged for hours”
“Is it leaking?”
“Of course it is! You ruined me on live and now you ask like you're innocent!”
You hum, smugly
“Wrap your fingers around the base. Squeeze just a little. Pretend it’s my hand”
“Shit…”
“Slow strokes, baby. I want you aching, want you whining”
His breath catches at that, a soft whimper spilling out before he can stop it.
“I miss your mouth”, he groans, “I’m picturing you on top of me, licking the head, taking me so well and slow and deep… I’d go crazy”
“Good”, you whisper, “Because if I were there, I’d keep my tongue just barely on you. Teasing your tip, watching you twitch, making you beg”
Another needy moan.
“I’m close already”, he confesses, voice shaking, “Your voice is… fuck, it’s too much”
“Then stop”
He freezes, “What?!”
“Take your hand off. I want you desperate”
You hear his breath hitch.
“You’re cruel”
You laugh, “No, baby. I’m careful. You’re not cumming yet. I want it to feel unbearable when you finally do”
He groans, deep and guttural.
“I’m not gonna last if you keep talking like that”
“Then don’t touch. Be good for me”
He breathes hard for a few beats, trying to obey. You can feel the tension even through the call— his thighs probably clenched, abs tight, cock dripping and untouched.
You lower your voice, letting it wrap around him like a spell.
“Tomorrow, I want your knees on the bed and your hands behind your back. I want to see how long you last with nothing but my mouth and my voice. You won’t get to touch me. You’ll be so good, Hyunjin. You’ll cry for it.”
The gasp that leaves him is shattered and helpless
“Please, Yn. I… I can’t. Let me come. Please”
“Not yet”,you murmur, wicked, “Get your toy. The one I bought for you. We’re not done”
You hear the shuffle of him getting up again. You hear his grunt followed by the sound of a drawer opening.
“I hate how fast I knew where it was”, he mutters.
You grin, “No, you love it. Now lie back, be a good boy and put it on”
He huffs— you can feel he is half aroused, half embarrassed.
“You’re so lucky I’m in love with you”
“Oh, baby, you’re not even ready for what I’m going to do when I get there”.
The sound of him gulping fills the silence before you hear a click. Then,a quiet vibration hums through the phone line.
“Fuck… it’s cold”, he gasps, “But it’s… shit… oh my god”
“Feel good?”
“Feels perfect. It’s just barely moving but it’s already driving me insane”
“Great. Now imagine me straddling you, using it on you while I kiss your neck. My lips are right on that spot behind your ear you always twitch for”
He moans— throaty, desperate.
“Keep your hands off”, you warn gently, “I want your hips jerking on their own. I want you to just take it”
He whimpers and the sound shoots heat straight down your core
“‘Jinnie”, you whisper, “I want you so ruined for me that your legs are shaking when I finally ride you”
“I’m already shaking”, he breathes.
The vibrations intensify a little, his breath stutters as the toy pulses against his leaking tip.
“You sound so pretty”, you murmur, “So needy. I could keep you like this for hours. Wet. Hard. Helpless”
“I’m gonna come”, he gasps suddenly.
“No, you’re not”
He groans loud, long and filthy. You can hear the tension in every inch of him, the fight to obey even while his body begs to finish.
“Please, baby… just a little, just let me…”
“No”, you whisper, “Not until I say so”
He cries out again, frustrated and fucked out already, hips twitching as the toy drags him through wave after wave of denied release.
And then softly, broken and breathless he begs again,
“…I can’t wait anymore. I need you”
You smile, voice softening into something sort of indulgent.
“I’m already in the car”
The drive takes just ten minutes. You keep him on the phone the entire time, teasing him with words that drips into his ear like venom.
“Are you still shaking, baby?”
His breath is ragged, “I can’t even think”
“Good. Keep the toy on the lowest setting. Don’t you dare touch yourself”
He groans, completely tortured, “It’s throbbing. I’m so close, just from your voice…”
“Don’t finish, Hyunjin. Not yet. You want me to take over, don’t you?”
“Yes. Please. I want… fuck, I want your hands, your mouth, anything”
You smirk, pulling into the parking lot.
“I’m outside”
He whimpers
“Open the door for me. Don’t cover yourself. I want to see everything”
A pause. Then a resigned, ruined, “You’re actually evil, aren't you”
But he obeys.
When the door opens, he’s wrecked— shirtless, sweats pushed down just far enough to expose the head of his cock, the toy snug against it, humming softly. His hair’s a mess, his lips are parted, skin flushed pink, and his thighs tremble from restraint.
You step inside without a word, setting your bag down slowly as you drink in the sight.
Then, finally you say, “Back on the couch. Hands behind you”
He sinks into the cushions, eyes wide and glassy with lust, trembling as he folds his hands behind him. You sit beside him, trailing one finger over his knee.
“Look at you”, you whisper. “All this from a few comments on your live”
He exhales shakily, jaw clenched, “You knew what you were doing, Yn”
You hum, “And you knew you liked it”
Your hand slides up his thigh, but without touching where he needs you most. Not yet, just light circles, featherlight pressure, making him twitch and groan and beg silently with his eyes.
“You’re going to take your punishment so well, aren’t you?”
He nods frantically, “Please. I’ll do anything. Just, please…”
You lean in, lips brushing the shell of his ear.
“Then ask nicely”
He chokes on a whimper.
“Please let me come. I can’t take it anymore. I want to come for you, please… please, Yn…”
You smile.
“Then lie back for me, babe”
He lies back like you told him, chest rising in shallow bursts, the muscles in his thighs drawn tight from holding back.
“You’ve been so good”, you murmur, kneeling between his legs, “So obedient for me”
“Please”, he whispers, voice cracking, “Please just touch me”
You wrap your fingers around the toy, guiding it in slow circles over his tip, cruel but sweet. His entire body jolts. His head tips back with a strangled moan, hips twitching off the couch.
“Shh” you coo, “you’re almost there”
You finally take the toy off, and his cock slaps against his stomach— red, leaking, aching. He cries out at the loss, desperate now, every inch of him trembling.
Then your hand wraps around him— finally— and he sobs your name.
“You’re gonna come so hard for me”, you whisper, starting to stroke, “You’ve been so good. Just let go, Hyunjin”
His eyes squeeze shut. His mouth falls open. Your pace is steady, slick, punishing, your thumb dragging over the slit with every upward motion.
“Yn… fucj, I’m gonna…”
“Yes”, you whisper, “Come for me. Right now. Show me how much you need me”
He breaks with a loud, shuddering moan— violent, helpless, beautiful. His back arches off the couch as he spills hot across his stomach and your fingers, legs trembling uncontrollably, voice reduced to gasps and half sobs.
But you don’t stop.
You keep stroking, slow and firm.
“W–wait... fuck... Yn!”
His whole body flinches, hands flying up instinctively, trying to push you away but you catch his wrists easily, pinning them against his stomach with one hand.
“No” you whisper, breath hot against his neck, “You don’t get to stop yet. Not after how filthy you were on that live”
He lets out a strangled cry, hips jerking, cock twitching painfully sensitive under your touch.
“Please... oh my god, please.. I can’t, I...”
You kiss his neck, sweet and unhurried, while your hand works him through the overstimulation— his moans breaking, turning into gasps, into high pitched sounds he probably didn’t know he could make.
“Look at you", you whisper, “Shaking so pretty. All for me"
He’s gone. Eyes glassy, voice cracked, body trying to twist away from the unbearable friction even as his cock stays hard like a rock in your grip— needy even after release, aching for mercy.
“Please, baby”, he whines, “It's enough... please, please...”
You finally ease off, hand releasing him slowly, trailing your fingers gently up his stomach.
“Next time you whisper, lips brushing his ear, “you’ll think twice before reading my comments out loud”
He’s still panting when he looks at you, dazed and completely ruined.
“You’re insane” he mumbles.
You grin, brushing his sweaty hair
“Better than my comments on your insta live?”
He lets out a tired laugh.
"I’m never going on live again"
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melosliving · 6 months ago
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im not sure if you did this yet BUT HEAR ME OUTTT, what if reader played in a movie with both aaron and kelvin and they are doing a interview together and they both discreetly see reader fidgeting with her hands and dress and try to secretly stop her and then after the interview is over they talk to her about it because its been going on for a minute…
Let me cook girl 😎 thanks for your request baby ❤️❤️
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aaron pierre n kelvin harrison jr x actress!reader
you’re a nervous little thing…
warnings : dissociation
Press days are nothing new. You’ve done this a hundred times before—same routine, different city. Bright lights, velvet chairs, a round of staged laughs and knowing glances. Kelvin cracking jokes, Aaron making effortless comebacks, you sitting between them, playing the perfect balance to their chaos. It’s familiar. Easy.
But today, something feels off.
You’re aware of the cameras, the energy of the room, the way your dress sits against your skin—but it all feels distant, like you’re watching from somewhere outside yourself. Your hands won’t stay still, fingers brushing over the fabric of your dress, tapping against your knee, pressing against your rings. The voices around you sound far away, the world slightly out of sync.
Then you feel something. Aaron shifts beside you, the movement so small it’s barely noticeable, but suddenly his knee is pressed lightly against yours. But it his his hand that makes you aware of what you were doing. He doesn’t look at you, doesn’t make a show of it, just lets the warmth of his hand seep into you like an anchor.
A beat later, Kelvin exhales through his nose, almost like a sigh, and leans back in his chair, arms resting on the armrests—but one of them, the one closest to you, brushes against your own. The weight is barely there, just the slightest pressure of skin against skin, but it’s intentional.
You breathe in slowly, focusing on that—on them. On the way their presence feels steady, how they’ve closed in around you just enough to remind you that you’re not drifting alone.
“You good?” Kelvin’s voice is low, casual enough that no one else would catch the concern tucked beneath it.
You nod, just once. He doesn’t push. Neither does Aaron. But they don’t move away either.
The interviewer shifts in her seat, oblivious. “So, let’s talk about the chemistry between you three, because it’s insane in this film,” she says, laughing. “Was that something you had to work on, or was it natural?”
Aaron tilts his head slightly, smirking. “I mean, that’s all her. I think she is what makes us look and feel so real.” He nods in your direction. “She makes it easy.”
Kelvin hums in agreement. “Yeah, don’t let her fool you. She’s got people thinking we were actually in love out here.”
You huff a small laugh, trying to shake the fog in your head. “You two were just as bad.”
Aaron turns toward Kelvin with a knowing look. “I did catch you staring a few times.”
Kelvin scoffs. “Excuse You, you were the one looking at my mouth every other scene.”
Aaron raises a brow. “Because you wouldn’t stop licking your lips.” Kelvin gestures toward you. “Well, she kept whispering in my ear, so how was I supposed to focus?”
You blink at him. “That was literally in the script.”
Aaron exhales dramatically. “Didn’t have to say it like that, though.” Kelvin hums. “Yeah, some of those lines felt… personal.”
You shake your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “You two are ridiculous.”
Aaron grins, shifting slightly so his elbow just barely nudges against yours. “And yet, you keep coming back.”
Kelvin leans in, voice dropping just enough that only you can hear. “You okay now?” You nod again. “Yeah. Thanks.”
Kelvin holds your gaze for a second longer before leaning back. Aaron doesn’t say anything, just taps his fingers lightly against your knee once—brief, barely noticeable—before returning his hand to his lap.
The conversation moves on, but the weight in your chest feels a little lighter. The moment the cameras stop rolling, Kelvin turns to you.
“You been doing that a lot lately,” he says, voice quieter now, more serious. Aaron is watching you too, brow slightly furrowed. “Spacing out like that.”
You hesitate, fingers grazing over the rings on your hand again. “It’s nothing. Just happens sometimes.”
Kelvin tilts his head. “You telling us that, or yourself?” You sigh, pressing your lips together. “Both ? I’m fine.”
Aaron doesn’t look convinced, but he doesn’t push. Instead, he reaches out, smoothing the fabric of your sleeve, his touch light, absentminded. “You don’t have to go through it alone, you know.”
Kelvin exhales, shaking his head. “Yeah. Next time, just tap one of us or somethin’. Let us bring you back.”
You glance between them, their expressions soft, steady, patient. You nod. “Yeah.”
Aaron studies you for a second longer before giving a small, satisfied nod. Then, because he can’t not do it, he smirks. “Or, you know, you could just sit next to me all the time. Let me hold your hand before you start floating off somewhere.”
Kelvin scoffs. “Here he go.”
Aaron shrugs. “I’m just sayin’, I’m right here—”
Kelvin rolls his eyes. “And I’m right here. Not you trying to steal my shine,”
Aaron smirks, leaning in slightly. “Yeah, but she likes me better.” Kelvin huffs out a laugh, then turns to you, expression playful. “Is that true?”
You shake your head, smiling despite yourself. “I’m literally leaving.”
Kelvin grins. “Nah, we’re takin’ you to get food first.” Aaron hums. “Yeah, you definitely need to eat.”
You sigh, but there’s no real protest. “Fine.”
By the time you check your phone, Twitter is already spiraling.
“Kelvin and Aaron subtly closing in around her when she started dissociating… I need a moment.”
“No one’s talking about how Aaron just naturally reached for her hand without even looking? Hello???”
“Kelvin whispering ‘you okay now?’ with that serious look??? SIR, PLEASE.”
“They’re so soft with her but still manage to be the most unserious men alive. It’s unfair.”
@ melosliving 2025
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maplesyrupsainz · 9 months ago
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˖⁺。˚⋆˙loyal…but not that loyal | CS55˖⁺。˚⋆˙
pairing: carlos sainz x barcelona footballer!reader y/n (she/her)
genre: social media au
warnings: idk shit abt football!!! also so short sorry
summary: in which your boyfriend is your biggest fan whilst also being your biggest hater
a/n: i havent posted im ages omg sorry im making my comeback w some cs55 fic which is fitting <33
request!!!: Hi, can you please do a smau where Carlos Sainz is dating a barcelona player and he still supports her even tho he's a Real Madrid fan
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fc: alexia putellas
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user1 sooo excited for this season!!
user2 carlos cameo woohoooo
user3 i love y/n omg
user4 coolest girl ever
user5 obsessed w her & carlos even tho he's a real madrid fan hahahaha
user6 he's loyal to his girl but not THAT loyal
yourteammate my favourite girl boss <3
yourusername hehe 🙆‍♀️ love you
alexandrasaintmleux slaying girl
yourusername need to see u soon
alexandrasaintmleux lemme come to a game 🥅
yourusername i'll get you on the pitch
charles_leclerc 🤨 you sure you want that?
user7 omggg LOL
user8 love their friendship
carlossainz55 love you, not the shirt
yourusername there's still time baby. join us
carlossainz55 no thank you you're beautiful though
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user17 carlos🙏🙏🙏🙏
user18 ugh he's so hot
user19 y/n mention 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉
user20 a good day for y/n nation
landonorris "a while" it's been a week
yourteammate clock him
carlossainz55 a week is not a while in england?
yourusername aww he just wanted an excuse to post pics of me
landonorris valid i suppose
user21 i see my man getting weak for a barcelona player ....
user22 dw he knows his roots
user23 i love y/n off duty she's so cool
user24 one day he's gonna post a pic in a barca top & it's gonna break the internet
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carlossainz55 my beautiful girl ❤️
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user27 see. he's getting weak
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user33 omg. y/n thirst trap this is not a false alarm
user34 i took the pic xoxo
alexandrasaintmleux Y/N you hottie
yourusername oh stop it you !!!!
alexandrasaintmleux sexy footballer body 😍
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yourusername im stealing your girl, that's what
user35 valid tbh
user36 she can run me over
user37 goddess <333
carmenmmundt oh helloooo 👀
yourusername yes i am single
carmenmmundt oh that was easy.
georgerussell63 …
user38 hahahah omg y/n stealing all the f1 wags
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carlossainz55 i feel like i should be barking maybe?
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carlossainz55 god i would do anything for you
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miaoua3 · 2 months ago
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Hi ! I hope you’re doing good !!
I saw that you’ve re-opened your request, and i wonder if maybe you’d be inspired to write a bit of angst about the hht (or just cheol) when they accidentally bring up an insecurity and regret it but the reader is so hurt.
I wish to cry 🫡
If it doesn’t inspire you i just want to wish you a great day 🍒
i usually dont write too much angst, but i’ll give it a shot! hope you enjoy this! (also i only wrote for cheol, figured that one will hurt me the most to write for, making it more realistic lmao)
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(pairing: bf! scoups x f!reader)
warning: angst incoming
the fresh night air blew against your wet face, the tear streaks quickly drying out with every wave of wind that came in contact with you.
you sniffle as you emotionlessly look at the pier in front of you, the han river looking exceptionally beautiful with all the light from the distance reflecting on it.
your body shivers at the cold, desperately telling you to go home, but your pride resists.
it was…silly, almost unnecessary, and yet it happened.
cheol has been busy. but not the usual kind of busy he is before their comebacks. this time, it was different.
an almost…avoidant type of busy.
you messages would go unanswered, calls sent straight to voice mail, kisses avoided with claims of “him being too tired”, and if he did initiate any type of physical contact, it was a kiss to the forehead at the most.
you never wanted to doubt him, you really didn’t. and in this instance, you didn’t doubt his loyalty to you.
you doubted his commitment to you.
hence why you tried to gently pry it out of him. you tried gently asking him what was going on, if you needed to do anything differently.
apparently, cheol didn’t like that. because the moment you tried suggesting you two go on a little date later that week, he immediately blew up, yelling the words that cut more than a sharp torn getting stuck in your skin.
“god, do you always have to be so needy? can you just leave me alone for once?!”
you could see that the moment he saw the hurt on your face, that he regretted ever saying those words.
you could see that.
and yet, you didn’t let him say another word before you flew out of the apartment, cheol’s yelling falling on deaf ears.
and so, here you are. sitting alone on some bench, rethinking everything about yourself.
his words wouldn’t hurt half as much if it wasn’t one of the biggest insecurities you had about yourself. but with cheol, you never doubted that you were too needy, because he always made sure to take care of you, of your needs. you always felt like…like you were normal with him.
so yeah, his words stung extra hard.
seeing that your fingers will fall off soon, you decide to head home, and whatever comes…will come.
after 20 minutes of dragging your feet extra hard, you finally reach your home, taking a deep breath before you unlock the door.
once inside, you see cheol sitting on your couch, hands pulling on his hair as he stares down. upon hearing the door close, the very same head snaps up, wide eyes looking at you.
he immediately gets up, trying to quickly walk over to you, but immediately stops once he sees you taking one singular step back.
his bloodshot eyes are looking at yours, regret and sadness swimming in the glassy tears that are slowly gathering on the waterline.
ever so quietly, he whispers “baby, please, im so sorry. i didn’t mean it. you know i would never say anything-“ but stops once he sees you raising your hand, signalling for him to stop talking.
just as quietly, you say “but you did, you did say it. and it hurt. it hurt so much, i think i actually felt my heart break into pieces.”
seungcheol just swallows dryly, nervousness now forming in his already tight chest.
you swallow before you continue “out of all the people…i never expected you to call me…that.”
one singular tear slips down his cheek, clearly about to start sobbing any second.
“im sorry.” is all he can offer.
smiling sadly, you say “i know. but it’s not enough.”
he immediately starts panicking, thoughts of the worst case scenario actually becoming his reality looking more and more likely now.
seeing that, you say “don’t worry, i’m not breaking up with you. i just…can’t be around you right now. please sleep on the couch tonight and leave me alone. i can’t…i just-“ you stop to swallow back your tears before you continue “i just can’t.”
you quickly turn away, walking into your room, leaving a silently crying cheol to stand there.
you go through motions as you get ready for bed, hearing little sniffles ring from the other side of the bedroom door, but doing your best to block them out.
as you lay there, hours later, just staring at you ceiling, you realise what is missing for you to be able to fall asleep.
and you hate the fact that it’s cheol’s touch, his hugs, that is missing for you to be able to fall asleep.
seeing that it’s already 3am, you get up, ready to silently lay next to him on the couch.
only to open the door and find him asleep there, sitting next to the door, dark circles under his closed eyes.
your eyes immediately prickle at the scene.
slowly kneeling beside him, you push some of his bangs out of his face before you gently shake him awake, softly calling his name.
he inhales deeply, eyes immediately opening and searching for you, stopping once he sees you there.
you sniffle as you quietly say “come to bed. i can’t sleep.”
cheol just wordlessly nods, hissing in pain as he gets up.
you two walk over to your bed, cheol nervously and silently observing you as you get in bed.
thinking that you are still mad at him, he lays down a safe space apart from you.
but after a minute, you slowly turn around and wiggle towards him, hugging him to yourself as you tuck your head under his chin.
cheol immediately hugs you back, his wide arms feeling you feel protected from the vulnerability that the day has brought you.
ironic, considering it was all because of him.
quietly, you warn him in a broken voice “this doesn’t mean i have forgiven you. i just…”
but cheol doesn’t need you to say anything else, he just kisses your forehead softly before he hugs you back.
“i know. don’t forgive me yet. i still haven’t apologised enough.”
as you two slowly drift off into dreamless sleep, cheol can only think about one thing.
tomorrow. i’ll show her how sorry i am tomorrow. tomorrow i’ll beg for forgiveness. but tonight, i just…i just need to hold her.
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