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ijustwannabecool · 2 months ago

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Vogue Beauty Secrets

Max Verstappen x Wife!Reader

Summary... Vogue asks Y/N to film her skincare and makeup routine.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this little blurb. Let me know what you guys wanna see next. Request are open.

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The video opens with the click of a camera turning on, followed by a small laugh.

“Hi, Vogue,” Y/N greets warmly, brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear. Her skin is fresh, makeup-free, her voice still a bit husky from sleep. “I’m Y/N Verstappen and I’ve been asked to share my daily beauty routine… which honestly feels like a joke considering I’ve been up since 5 a.m. because my daughter thinks that’s an acceptable wake-up time.”

She shrugs playfully, leaning on the white marble bathroom counter. Behind her, viewers get a glimpse of their Amsterdam apartment, clean lines, cozy lighting, a plant in every corner.

“So let’s get into it,” she smiles. “I already cleansed off-camera because, well, my toddler smeared porridge on my face earlier and that wasn’t very Vogue.”

She lifts a bottle toward the camera. “This is what I used, super gentle, because hormones after breastfeeding are no joke. I used this religiously when Isa was still newborn and I felt like a walking zombie with acne.”

Just then, there’s a tiny knock on the bathroom door. Y/N pauses.

“Mama?” A small voice calls.

She bites back a smile. “Come in, schatje.”

Isa waddles into the room in her little bunny-print pajamas, hair a curly mess, one sock missing, holding her plush lion by the tail. Her eyes are wide with sleepy curiosity as she pads in and immediately reaches her arms up.

Y/N lifts her easily, balancing the toddler on one hip.

“This is Isa,” she chuckles. “My shadow. She doesn’t believe in personal space. Or sleep-ins.”

Isa rests her head against Y/N’s shoulder and waves lazily at the camera, mumbling, “Hi Vogue.”

“I’m gonna keep going while she hangs out,” Y/N explains. “Mom life doesn’t pause for skincare, right?”

She manages to tone with one hand, dotting serum on her cheeks while Isa fiddles with the collar of her robe.

And then, “Lieverd?” Max’s voice comes from somewhere off-camera. “Have you seen her other sock? She left it in the pantry again, I think.”

Y/N rolls her eyes fondly. “Check under the cereal boxes.”

There’s a pause.

“Got it.”

Max enters a moment later, barefoot in sweatpants and one of Y/N’s oversized hoodies, holding the missing sock like it’s a trophy.

“Victory,” he smirks, and steps into view to slide it onto Isa’s tiny foot as she babbles softly.

“Oh, and if I didn’t mention it... I’m married to that guy,” Y/N gestures at him, “who sometimes borrows my hoodies and always makes me tea while I do this.”

As if on cue, Max returns moments later with a steaming mug and a kiss to her temple. He doesn’t say anything else, just gives her a little smile and nods toward the camera like you’ve got this before disappearing again.

Y/N smiles after him.

“Okay, so next, I use this moisturizer. I keep it in the fridge because Max likes our house at ‘race car garage’ levels of cold and my skin can’t cope.”

She taps product on her face gently, still bouncing Isa in her arms.

“Lip balm,” she adds, reaching across the counter. “I don’t go anywhere without it. This one smells like mango. Isa always tries to eat it.”

“Mine,” Isa declares sleepily, snatching it from Y/N’s hand.

Y/N laughs. “Told you.”

There’s another interruption, this time the sound of a crash followed by Max’s startled “Alles goed?!” from the other room.

Y/N blinks at the camera, totally unbothered. “That’s our cat knocking over Max’s trophies again. She has a personal vendetta against the Monaco one.”

She finishes her makeup: light concealer, brow gel, tinted lip balm, all with Isa still perched on her hip.

“Oh, and when I do go to races, I do a bit more. Blush, mascara, maybe eyeliner if Isa hasn’t decided my makeup brush is her new toy.”

From the mirror, you can see Max re-entering, now carrying their cat under one arm and waving a toy toothbrush in the other.

“Does this belong to the tiny dictator?”

Isa perks up. “MINE!”

Max hands it over solemnly. “I thought so.”

He leans against the counter again, watching as Y/N wraps up her routine.

“You look beautiful,” he murmurs under his breath.

Y/N smiles at the compliment but turns it into a tease. “Even without the mascara?”

Max grins. “Always.”

The camera catches Isa reaching over to swipe her fingers in the blush compact and smear it across Y/N’s cheek. Y/N gasps in mock horror while Max bursts into a quiet laugh.

“Raw and unfiltered,” Y/N tells the camera, dabbing at her cheek. “Exactly what Vogue asked for, right?”

She sets Isa down gently, and the little girl waddles over to Max, nestling herself into his arms like a koala.

“I don’t get a lot of ‘me’ time,” Y/N admits, tucking her hair behind her ears. “But I wouldn’t trade this life for anything. It’s messy. Loud. Exhausting. But also, really, really full of love.”

Max leans into the frame for a moment, his voice soft. “That’s because you’re the heart of it.”

Y/N blushes, swats him away gently, and turns back to the camera.

“Thank you for watching this chaos. And Vogue? If you ever want a dad edition of this, Max has a killer 7-step beard care routine he refuses to admit to.”

Max, now offscreen, calls out, “That’s classified information.”

Y/N grins. “Bye, Vogue.”

She reaches to turn off the camera just as Isa squeals from the other room: “DAAAADDY! Cat stole my toast!”

Fade to black.

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The end...

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toddlerblog123456789 · 2 years ago

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Nursery Timings | Toddler Town

The standard nursery day runs from 8:30 am to 12:45 pm and follows a structured curriculum plan. However, we provide parents with great flexibility, and are open from 7:30 am to 5:30 pm.

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littlelovelunette · 3 months ago

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Au business owner Sevika and her ex wife divorced for 8 years, they meet each other at their daughters wedding and fuck in the bathroom and fall in love again

Reunited After Eight Years

Sevika x Ex-Wife!Reader

Slight angst at start. Sex with plot. Sex in a bathroom stall. Clothed sex. Sevika has a dick. Bulging. Slight size kink. Praising. Clit play.

It had been a while since you saw your ex-wife Sevika so, seeing her in a nice dress pant and suit was definitely bound to rouse feelings on your side. But you weren't any less flashy today either. It was your daughter's wedding and you wanted to dress as pretty as one could get.

You were dressed in a pale golden halter neck dress, a designer purse slinging from your shoulder as you walked into the wedding venue. You smiled at the sight of your once-a-cute-toddler daughter Hannah who smiled at you.

"Thank you so much for coming," Hannah gave your hands a small squeeze, "Is Mom here with you?"

You shook your head with a bitter smile. Yeah, there was once when you and Sevika did everything together. She escorted you wherever you needed to go but after having Hannah, the love you both had for each other seemed to have lessened due to the less time you both spent together, spending more time on Hannah.

Ever since that, you both had parted ways but managed to stay included in on your daughter's life. You sighed to yourself, feeling bummed out. Maybe you should've asked Sevika to come with you and finally put your ego down for once. It was Hannah's wedding after all. This day wouldn't repeat itself.

You looked at the door, the guilt settling deep and heavy in your stomach like an endless pit but then, it felt as if all of that was instantly lifted. You saw her.

Sevika looked as gorgeous as ever, her hair was cut into a bob and she had gotten a labret ever since you both split. Heat pooled at your core from the sight, thighs coming to clamp together a little. No, it was lust. You couldn't. Not on your daughter's wedding.

"Hi, Mom!" Hannah happily ran into Sevika's arms.

For once, you pictured your little girl in Sevika's arms. Those days you and Sevika worked on the garden you both had nurtured for together as young adults. That one garden had become a part of your and her daily routine. And in summer, Hannah would always make you both the messiest lemonade after a long day in the garden.

That same garden had rotted away after you were forced to deviate your attention from it after splitting. Working alone in it was depressing. Sevika got too busy with her business and now it was just a distant memory.

"How has your business been?" Hannah asked happily, beaming at Sevika.

She'd been comparatively absent considering all the school plays you had gone to alone because she didn't accompany you because of some sort of meeting. "Something came up at work," was her go-to excuse.

"Business has been great." Sevika said, giving her a smirk before stroking her cheek with a knuckle, "You look beautiful, my little flower." Sevika's voice wavered with emotion.

It was hard for her as was it for you to see your little babygirl as a married woman now. And you knew Sevika never trusted others to take care of her beloved, but she needed to give her trust to Louis— Hannah's boyfriend and Sevika's soon-to-be son-in-law.

"Don't cry now, Mom," Hannah giggled before she pulled Sevika by the wrist in front of you, "Look! You and mum are matching!" She told Sevika happily before Hannah got distracted talking to her bestfriend who was the bridesmaid.

"Hey," Sevika said awkwardly, shifting from one foot to another.

"Hey," you echoed back, taking a once-over of Sevika's pale golden suit. "Nice outfit." You said in the most plain voice ever. Sevika chuckled at the tone of your voice, leaning against the table a little.

"You don't have to force it out if you don't want to." Sevika gave you a lop-sided grin, "That sounded almost physically painful."

You rolled your eyes. "Mhmmmmmm. And so gentle of you, you didn't even pass a single compliment on the dress."

"Do I need to?" Sevika cocked a brow. "You're stunning, drop-dead gorgeous," the words rolled off her tongue so naturally, you almost insecurely hid your torso from her, "Thought you always knew it and didn't need nobody's validation."

"I don't..." You fidgeted with the chain of your purse. "But thank you."

"No, I mean it," Sevika said, her playful eyes softening into something actually sincere for once. Her hands twitched as if she'd reach out and take yours but she didn't and just stood there awkwardly. "I do... Mean it." She repeated her own words as if determined to make sure you knew she still fancied you.

"Sevika, we can't." You said firmly and shook your head. Although, you said that, you averted your gaze from her, hiding the shameful thoughts piling in your head.

"I know." Sevika walked closer, looming over your frame. "But I should've treated you right when I still had you."

"It's not your fault." You looked up, gently taking her bigger hands into yours, "It's not your fault, don't beat yourself up over it. When push came to shove, we chose Hannah over our own love for each other and I wouldn't have had it any other way."

"What about now?" Sevika asked, slowly moving her hand onto your waist.

And your body so snuggly fit in her hand, as if you both were puzzle pieces always meant to accomplish each other. You needed her to feel complete— it was true. But these years you managed it all alone made you feel a different sort of independence. You were proud of yourself but you wanted to let it down and cuddle back upto your Sevika.

"I done want to be someone's second priority again," you referred back to all those times she chose her business over you.

"Never again," Sevika said in a firm tone instantly. She didn't even think about it as if she'd been reminiscing all her wedding vows with you on her way to here.

"You say never, but do you mean it?" You leaned closer to her, your breath tickling me face. The heels you wore made it easier for you to stand eye level to Sevika for once. Sevika took a deep inhale.

"Yes."

That's how you both ended up in the bathroom stall with you positioned against the wall. Your hands gripped the tile wall hardly as you tried to maintain balance.

"Please, be gentle, Sev," you whispered, "I haven't had sex since we split." You mumbled to her.

"Not once?" Sevika gave you a curious look before she pressed the thick head of her cock against your entrance, "Just tell me to stop and I will." She held your hips with both hands and slowly started to push it inside. "Fuck."

You tried your best to relax. Your eyes squeezed shut when you felt her girthy dick filling up your insides. She was so big. When she bottomed out, a wet squelching sound erupted from your body. You cried out in pleasure, quickly clamping your mouth shut.

"Mmmm," you moaned against your palm as Sevika slowly adjusted to a slow but romantic pace.

"You're taking me so well." Sevika whispered, her cock was so deep she was grazing against your cervix. The gentle thrusts made your legs quiver.

"Oh," you squeezed your eyes close as you whimpered.

Sevika pulled back just to shove it all the way back inside again. You gasped, one hand going to hold your lower tummy where her cock was bulging through.

"You look so pretty like this," Sevika said, bunching up your dress so it stayed over your ass, she squeezed the supple flesh as she adapted to a generic pace.

Your knees trembling from the attempt of keeping balance. Your hand that was at your stomach lowered to rub your clit in circles.

"Hngh," you moaned.

"You look so fuckin' good from this angle," Sevika said with a grunt as your walls fluttered around her, squeezing her as if milking her for whatever she had. Sevika chuckled, "Someone's eager."

You blushed, gasping when Sevika's pace heightened. The slapping sound of skin filled up the entire bathroom stall and for a while, that was the only thing you could focus on.

"I'm gonna cum," your hand at your clit almost stopped, Sevika squeezed your asscheek.

"Dont stop, now." She said in a deep voice causing you to nod. Your fingers continued rubbing tight circles around your clit, thighs shaking threateningly as if you'd lose balance any second now.

"I'm cumming!" You cried out against your other hand that was keeping your voice muffled and low.

Sevika's thrusts grew sloppier as she got closer to finishing herself. "N-Not inside! Sev—" your eyes widened as you yelled out, both hands leaving your body to grab the wall.

Sevika grunted but then pulled out just in time, thick ropes of cum splattering against the back of your thighs and the curve of your ass.

"Oh fuck," Sevika breathed. "Mmm, was right, drop-dead gorgeous," she slapped your ass. You squeaked.

"Let's clean up." You said, heat rising at your cheeks. You turned around but then before you could reach to the wash basin, Sevika grabbed your jaw and pulled you in for a kiss.

"I still love you." She murmured against your lips before biting down on your bottom lip. You moaned softly in the kiss and held onto her shoulders. You kissed her back almost so eagerly you were embarrassed about it.

"I do too." You said shyly as you both parted. "But for now, let's give Hannah the wedding she deserves. We can talk later."

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thesimstree · 3 months ago

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Favorite Realism Mods for The Sims 4

If you're looking to add small but memorable details to The Sims 4, the mods in this collection are just what you need. These little touches bring the game to life, making everyday gameplay more engaging. They blend seamlessly with other add-ons and help create more realistic – or just plain fun – moments worth remembering.

Nuggie's Tire Swing by @doodlefaecc

This swing is perfect for livening up community lots. Hang the tire swing from a tree in the park or your backyard: sims can go on dates here, and the whole scene looks charming and atmospheric. Plus, it’s great for screenshots and videos!

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Slow Dance for Kids by @mercuryfoam

The slow dance for kids isn’t about romance – it’s about awkwardness, fun, and school parties. Picture everyone hiding in the corners until someone finally steps onto the dance floor, creating a scene that’s equal parts hilarious and heartwarming. This mod is perfect for storytelling, capturing those moments of shyness and small personal victories.

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Mistletoe Kiss Mod by @utopya-cc

A simple but delightful addition for winter (and beyond), this mod brings the classic "mistletoe moment" straight out of rom-coms. It’s a great way to spice up holiday gatherings and add a little festive magic to your gameplay.

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Playful Playpen by @dollishsims

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Simkatu’s new music interactions make listening to tunes more meaningful. Depending on the genre, sims get different moodlets – whether they need to shake off sadness, de-stress, or get pumped up. It’s a fresh way to break up daily routines and make the world feel more reactive.

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slvbum · 1 month ago

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MommyBunny!Reader routine!

content WARNING: Rafe × Bunny!Reader marriage, maternity.

based on this request HERE!

Her daily routine was almost the same every day, she slipped into the kitchen and with tender care, she crafted a wholesome meal: organic oatmeal topped with juicy strawberries plucked from her garden, a vibrant spinach-blueberry smoothie blended with care, and a slice of whole-grain toast, packing it neatly into a reusable lunchbox with a thermos of warm black coffee by 6:45 AM. Each detail reflected her deep affection, a quiet ritual to nourish Rafe’s day.

7:00 AM

Her focus shifted to Marie Thérèse, it was extra special this time... her first week of kindergarten. Y/N climbed the stairs with a loving smile, the soft glow of the nightlight illuminating Marie’s sleeping form, her hair splayed like a halo across the pillow.

“Good morning, my precious princess!” Y/N whispered, her voice a warm caress as she gently stroked Marie’s cheek and lifted her into a tender embrace for a warm bath. The tub brimmed with lavender-scented bubbles, and she washed Marie’s tiny body with meticulous care, rinsing her hair with a small cup as Marie giggled, “Shiny like stars, Mama!”

“Yes, my shining star,” Y/N replied, her eyes sparkling with adoration. She then guided Marie’s pastel pink toothbrush with patience, wiping a dot of foam from her chin as Marie mimicked her movements.

7:20 AM

They moved to the vanity, where Y/N brushed Marie’s hair into neat pigtails, securing them with soft bows. As she worked, Marie played happily with Snowball, the fluffy bunny, chattering, “Snowball loves my huggies!” Y/N’s heart melted at the sight, and she moved to change the toddler, suggesting a blue dress, red cardigan, and her tiny sneakers, gently convincing Marie, “Mismatched socks are for our cozy home days, sweetie!” Marie beamed, “I can run faster with sneakers, Mama!” Y/N dressed her with tender hands, adjusting the outfit and slipping on the tiny favourite sneakers.

7:45 AM

They were in the kitchen, where Y/N packed Marie’s lunch with her help: a whole-grain sandwich filled with organic peanut butter and fresh banana slices, a handful of cherry tomatoes from their garden, and a homemade apple sauce pouch. Marie eagerly placed each item into her lunchbox, exclaiming, “I did it, Mama!” Y/N kissed her forehead, “You’re my best little helper, my love.”

8:30 AM

She gathered Marie’s backpack, double-checking the water bottle and a spare set of clothes, then enveloped her in a long, loving hug. “You’re going to shine today, my beautiful girl,” she murmured, her eyes misty with emotion.

8:40 AM

Y/N buckled Marie into the car seat, adjusting the straps with care. Marie chattered excitedly, “I’ll make many many many many fraeeeeends!” as they drove to kindergarten. And as Y/N waved goodbye, her heart swelled with an overwhelming love, Marie’s bright smile etched in her mind as she headed home.

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#slvbun #MommyBunny!Reader #marie₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x female reader #outer banks rafe #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe cameron outer banks

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suspiriuums · 30 days ago

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roomate namgyu x reader smut or like theyre about to fuck and the cat interrupts them

.ᐟ.ᐟ contains. 18+ content | mdni, not proofread .ᐟ.ᐟ author's note. i love how i posted one (1) thing about roommate!namgyu & reader and yall already want them to fuck. love yall (affectionate)

You know there's something you're forgetting—a part of your daily routine that you have yet to abandon. But it wasn't coming to you in this moment. Instead, and unfortunately, ROOMMATE!NAM-GYU had your full, unbridled attention.

Sloppy teeth on your neck and rough, skinny hands up under your shirt and on your breasts. Your body writhed against the headboard of your bed, wanting to surrender to Nam-gyu's horny assault. He's noisy, small whimpers emitting from his mouth as he works the supple skin of your neck like you were the tastiest dessert he had ever consumed.

You have to admit. It's so fucking hot when he's needy like this.

The TV is paused as you two are clearly busy with more pressing matters. You lean into Nam-gyu's love bites and softly moaned, encouraging him to go further on his little escapade. Reaching up a hand, your fingers rake through his hair and you gently pull, making him even noisier.

Before you know it, you're being pushed onto your back and caged in by Nam-gyu's taller frame, gasping at the sudden change in positions. Your roommate quiets any objections by quite literally shoving his tongue in your mouth and you immediately comply to his motions.

"Shirt off," Nam-gyu pants in between sloppy kisses, his voice teetering on a whine. "Please,"

And you listen to his plea. You manage to knock him off of you for a few seconds so you can wrangle off your top.

In the midst of undressing, there's a familiar sound that rings in your ears that makes you pause. Nam-gyu is on the verge of a fit, about to ask why you stopped when you put a hand on his chest and begin to look around.

There, standing on its four legs, looking at you with big eyes and meowing up a storm is your cat. You check the time on your phone. Fuck, you think. I'm late to dinnertime.

You begin to shuffle off the bed when Nam-gyu starts pawing at your arm, whining pathetically and attempting to pull you back onto the bed. "Now where are you going?" he whines, pouting up at you. "Leaving me already? Tch... such a fucking tease,"

"Jesus," you say under your breath, rolling your eyes. "Can you not wait ten minutes while I feed my cat? I can't just starve him,"

Nam-gyu makes a noise that you can only equate to a toddler on the verge of throwing a temper tantrum, flopping back on the bed dramatically. You're stunned at this display of immaturity.

"You pay more attention to that cat than you do to me," he claims. You're shutting this down right now.

"Keep up this act and you're not touching me ever again,"

Nam-gyu just whines again. You decide not to entertain him further, to teach him patience while you take care of your furry companion.

And as you expect, he's back to normal when you come back to continue your activities prior to getting interrupted.

#suspiriuums. ❀#roommate!namgyu #squid game #squid game namgyu #player 124 #namgyu x reader #player 124 x reader #[namgyu]#inbox ❣︎#+ anon

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harryspet · 1 year ago

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homestead [4] r.cameron

[warnings] dark!rafe cameron x pregnant!reader, farmer!rafe, pogue!reader, jj maybank x reader, kidnapping, DUBCON, little editing,READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 18+

A/N: Pls reblog and let me know what you think!

word count: 3.6k

In which you can't escape from your inner turmoil, even in your dreams.

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Tending to the entire house was hard work. You thought you’d be bored sooner than you actually ended up. It seemed there was always more to do with all the cooking you were doing and the laundry that Rafe went through. Sometimes, you imagined adding the demands of feeding a newborn every few hours or chasing a toddler around to your already packed routine. The thought was daunting, but you had signed up for it, knowing it would be difficult yet now you were relieved you wouldn’t be financially struggling through it.

Your growing belly had started to interfere with your daily chores. It was harder to breathe when you exerted yourself, and frequent trips to the bathroom were now the norm. Rafe never complained when the house wasn't perfect, but you knew it was because he was trying to regain your trust after losing control in the nursery. He wanted you to come to him willingly, but you weren’t mentally ready for that. When Rafe did touch you, he restrained his darker impulses, and while you never enthusiastically said “yes,” you found yourself denying him less and less.

When Rafe started leaving his bedroom unlocked, you knew it was safe to start cleaning it. You mostly used this time to snoop around. You weren’t sure what contact he kept with the outside world. He made sure you weren’t privy to the details of his business, and he never called his family when you were around.

His room was like yours in many ways, yet distinctly different. You felt a more masculine presence than the rest of the farmhouse. The walls were a deep charcoal gray, and the bed had a thick, woolen blanket that looked inviting enough, but the large wooden bed frame was imposing. Heavy, dark curtains framed the windows on either side of the bed, and there was a seating area on one side of the room with a leather armchair next to a couple of shelves containing a few trinkets and books. Rafe’s closet contained your most considerable curiosity, a substantial black safe.

The way Rafe opened the house to you was purposeful, he wanted you to feel welcome here, but he couldn’t deny he had secrets. You knew at least a few of those secrets were inside that safe.

Every time you went inside the closet to put away Rafe’s laundry or organize his clothes, you thought about the years that had passed and everything you didn’t know about him. You were in one of those moments, standing in Rafe’s closet, when you heard the shower start in the connecting room. Rafe had appeared from an afternoon in the fields. You weren’t sure if he hadn’t realized you were there, but he’d already started undressing, his chiseled frame glistening with sweat and dirt.

“Hey,” You whispered, not wanting to startle him, but he was already grinning at the sight of you.

“Hey, Honey,” He started to undo his belt, and you felt trapped, most of his figure blocking the view of the bathroom doorway, “How you doing?”

You shrugged like you usually did, “Fine, I was just …hanging up your dress shirts.”

“Nice,” He slid off his pants, and you weren’t sure why you didn’t avert your eyes; maybe because you felt yourself starved from any other human connection expect Rafe’s, “I’ll be gone for longer than usual tomorrow.”

“Cameron Development business?”

He didn’t confirm nor deny, “You mind picking out my clothes? You have a better eye for colors and stuff, you know?”

“Sure,” You took that as your opportunity to stop staring at the figure that seemed to be growing even more pristine as the manual labor toned his muscles. You resented it slightly, feeling less and less like yourself as your child grew inside of you.

The closet was a strange mix of outdoor clothing and high-end suits, a signal of the true duality of Rafe’s life. Thanks to you, it was more organized now, and you spent time scanning the rows of clothes. You chose a tailored navy suit, thinking of his muscular build and the deep blue of his eyes. You paired it with a crisp, white dress shirt and a tie with a subtle, sophisticated pattern of navy and silver. Completing the look, you picked out his polished, black leather dress shoes and matching belt.

You hadn’t realized just how much time you spent mulling it over. As soon as you laid it out on top of the closet’s chaise lounge chair, Rafe stood beside you with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“I’m impressed,” He said, leaning over to peck your cheek.

“Thanks.”

“Stay with me in my room tonight,” Rafe said, his fingers trailing down from your shoulder to your arm. He moved in closer, leaning down to kiss below your ear, “Missed you all day.”

“Rafe,” You sighed as he placed a kiss lower on your neck. In saying his name, you said a million different things. It was a warning that you might resist, that you loved his touch but hated how much you did.

“I gave you your own space because of your …condition. But after the baby comes, this is going to become our room. I want you to get comfortable here.”

Again, it felt like he was asking the world of you. You imagined laying next to him night after night and him rolling over, taking what he wanted from you anytime he liked. When you thought about it for a moment longer, it wasn’t much different than how things were now.

“I…I wanted to ask you something,” You placed a hand on his chest and he placed his larger one over yours.

“Yeah?”

“Now that I’m in my third trimester, I’ve been thinking more about, you know, giving birth,” You found it hard to meet his eyes, but you did your best, especially as they started to narrow at you, “With me being here, I guess I don’t know what my plan is anymore.”

“Don’t worry, Honey,” Rafe said, “You think I don’t have a plan?”

“I didn’t know how far we were from the hospital-”

You felt his heart quicken underneath your touch, “A hospital is like, not even Plan C, it’s Plan E. You’ll do it here. People do home births all the time.”

Your face fell quickly, and you pulled your hand from him, “You’re not serious.”

“I’ve been doing my research. As long as we have the proper people involved and the right equipment, it can work!”

“It’s my first pregnancy, Rafe! I want a real hospital with lots of nurses and a real doctor. I want an epidural, and I want my baby to have immediate medical care if he needs it. You’re crazy!”

“It’s not happening.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You cursed, your temper flaring. He grabbed your wrist, keeping you from stepping away, “Get away from me!”

“Calm down,” Rafe grabbed both of your arms, pinning you in front of him, “This is why I didn’t fucking bring it up.”

“Let go of me,” You gritted your teeth, “Please.”

“You have to trust me. I can handle this.”

“I don’t want you … I don’t want just you to handle everything,” you replied, trying to find your calm, knowing you might set him off pretty soon. “Please, just—we have to be able to discuss this more. If you need reassurance that I won’t run or tell anyone what happened, then I will do whatever. I care about the baby more than myself.”

“I wouldn’t put you or the baby in harm's way.”

“I know,” you lied.

“Then don’t imply that I would.”

“Can you just be open-minded about this?”

His eyes held a lot of emotions, but he nodded. As if each of you were frightened of escalating each other further, you pulled away from each other.

“I want to sleep in my bed; I toss and turn so much, and my pillow-”

“Go ahead, I don’t give a shit,” Rafe crossed his arms, giving in so quickly that your eyes widened in shock. You didn’t waste the opportunity, scurrying off as quickly as your legs would take you.

You didn’t see Rafe for the rest of that night and were grateful he wasn’t around the next day, either.

“I like the name Kai,” you said, looking up, your head resting on top of someone’s warm lap, feeling the sun for the first time in a long time. “It means sea in Hawaiian. If they grow up here, they have to like the ocean.”

“I was thinking something edgier,” you heard JJ say, his gaze also moving toward the beautiful sky above. Lush, rolling fields surrounding you, “Maybe like Talon or Blaze? Something cool so, you know, the other kids don’t pick on ‘em.”

“No way,” She shook your head, giggling, “That is exactly the type of kid someone would pick on.”

“Fine …Kai. I don’t dislike it,” JJ seemed to ponder the name longer,.

You sat up from his lap, finally gazing at your handsome boyfriend. “I like it. We don’t have to pick one now, but … I’m just saying.”

The two of you were sitting on top of a plaid blanket you didn’t recognize, and you didn’t recognize what part of The Cut you were in, either. JJ must’ve surprised you for a date. A cheap picnic was always up his aisle, and you never cared for fancy dates.

“I still can’t believe there’s going to be a little Maybank,” you said, reaching out to touch his blonde, windswept hair. “I mean, I already love him. It makes me think my Dad must’ve never felt this way about me.”

He touched your bump, and you felt like you were filled with happiness. Everything was right. Things would be challenging, but at least you’d have each other.

“My parents, too,” the words were solemn, but you felt the opposite, “It’s their loss.”

Neither of you had the families you deserved, but you could provide that happiness to Kai . . . or whatever name ended up suiting your angel.

“Picking a name is hard. What if we look at him, and he just doesn’t match the one we chose?” You wondered.

“Then we change it. He could have no name for all I care. As long as he’s healthy.”

You brought your lips to his and melted into him. Strong arms wrapped around your back as he deepened the kiss further. You were at home.

When you opened your eyes again, breathless from the kiss, you knew you weren’t home at all. Tears filled JJ’s ocean eyes and the sky turned a darker blue.

“Have you asked Rafe what he thinks about the baby’s name?”

“Wha-” Your lips parted, the air growing from warm to humid. A storm was brewing above that field of flowers. Now that you glanced around, those flowers were just weeds.

“You should ask him.”

“Why would I ask Rafe, JJ?”

“Why not? He won. He gets you. He gets the baby.”

“He didn’t win. I just …” It came to you then. JJ never got to feel your pregnant belly. He never knew you were having a boy. How could you feel connected to him from behind the glass in the visiting room? “I-I’m going to figure this out.”

“You’re giving in.”

“I’m not!” You pushed at his chest, but he didn’t budge.

“You should’ve never let him in.”

“I’m sorry,” You were crying now, “I-I was so lonely, and… you left me!”

He turned his head, and you felt the rain starting to fall, “You’ll forget about me soon enough. He’ll never know me.”

“Please, you have to find us.” The words left your lips just as lightning struck.

You screamed yourself awake.

You pushed around the baby potatoes on your plate, sitting across from Rafe at the dinner table. This entire week, you’d been struggling with eating. You felt the baby resting so high that you felt full quicker than expected. It didn’t help that you were facing the reality of giving birth inside this house and possibly never seeing the outside world again.

You wanted nothing more than to meet your baby, but you felt yourself growing more complacent as your time here and the pregnancy went along. Realistically, how far could you get now that you were this pregnant? And how could you leave with a newborn?

“Is the baby moving a lot?” Rafe brought a piece of steak to his mouth, watching you intently as you played with your food.

“Yeah … a little too much.”

“Hey, an active baby is a healthy one.”

You wanted to roll your eyes, “You read that in one of your parenting books?”

He winked at you, “Yes, I did.”

“I’m glad you know everything now.”

“You’d know more if you spent some of your free time reading. You haven’t touched a single one.”

“I’m exhausted lately, but thanks.”

Rafe nodded, “Well, makes sense; your body is changing so much. I should stay home more so I can take care of you.”

“I can take care of myself,” You said quickly.

His fork and knife clanged against his plate as he placed them down. He leaned forward, eyes gazing sharply at you, “What’s gotten into you lately?”

“Rafe, don’t,” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes now.

“I’m serious …did I do something? Things have been going good.”

You went silent, “Can I be excused?”

“You cannot,” his fist slammed down on the table, making you jump. “I had our whole night planned out, starting with dinner. So you’ll finish dinner with me, we will go on a walk, and then stay in my bed tonight.”

“I don’t feel-”

“I don’t care. I don’t ask too much of you,” Rafe interrupted, “If you can act a little bit more pleasant, I’ll still give you the surprise I was planning.”

“A surprise?”

“You’re going to regret acting like a brat when you see it.”

Your mouth parted in shock, but his deadly look had you crossing your arms and sitting back silently in your chair.

Rafe’s hands were intertwined with yours as you walked down an unfamiliar winding path. Cicadas had begun chirping, and the sun began to set, casting a golden hue over the property. This was only the third time you’d physically left the house, Rafe allowing you earlier in your pregnancy to follow him around to meet all of the animals.

Now, due to your swollen feet, you didn’t fit into the work overalls Rafe purchased for you or the boots. You walked in silence for the most part, imagining that Rafe was stewing with anger after your behavior at dinner. You cared little that you’d upset him; your mind was focused on repressing the nightmares you’d be having about JJ.

After a few minutes, you arrived at a small, fenced-in area near one of the barns. Your curiosity was piqued when you saw a little pen set up in the middle of the grassy area. Inside was a bundle of fur that wiggled and barked excitedly as you approached.

“C’mere, Honey,” He pulled you closer to the pin. The small dog was a golden brown color with long, shaggy ears, and you noticed a red gift bow tied around its neck.

“A puppy?” You asked, leaning forward. The puppy stood up on its hind legs, and bounded over the pen's edge, tail wagging furiously.

“She’s cute, right?” Rafe scooped the puppy quickly into its arms.

“You bought a puppy,” you couldn’t help yourself, starting to pet its soft fur as Rafe held her close. “This is the surprise?”

“Part of it,” Rafe smiled, “You could use more company.”

You couldn’t help but notice that your lips started to pull into a smile as the puppy tilted its head closer to you, licking at your cheek, “Oh … look at her,” You said, your heart swelling. Rafe had successfully subverted your expectations. Who were you to deny the cutest animal you’d ever seen? You should welcome any happiness your new world wanted to bring you, no matter how much regret JJ made you feel in your dreams, “You didn’t have to…”

“I want you to have her. She’s a cocker spaniel. Guy who sold her to me said they’re good with kids.”

“I love her,” You spoke honestly, scratching behind her ears.

“Look at her collar,” He gave you a suspicious look.

“Why?”

“Just look,” You hesitated but couldn’t imagine him playing a trick on you right now.

After spinning the tiny collar around her neck, you found the second part of your surprise. Hanging on its collar was a ring with a gold band an a huge, oval-shaped diamond. You inspected it closer, not meeting Rafe’s eyes. Your heart was beating way too fast to look at him. You knew little about engagement rings, but you knew what you were looking at would be considered top-tier.

“Here,” he said, placing the puppy back down in the pin and maneuvering its collar to free the ring. He held it out to you, and as you stood there, frozen, he took your hand. You didn’t pull away as he eased it onto your left ring finger, “I know we can’t have a traditional ceremony, but I just thought you might think this was special.”

Your lips parted, but Rafe shushed you, “You don’t have to say anything.”

Rafe’s eyes searched yours, waiting for any sign of acceptance. You looked down, the diamond catching the light of the setting sun.

“Let’s bring her inside,” Rafe suggested after a long moment. You nodded, and he leaned over to kiss your forehead before lifting the puppy again.

Rafe led you back to the house, and his words echoed in your head. What had he done to deserve your attitude? Things were going well. In exchange for caring for the house, you relax in a comfortable environment where your baby can grow peacefully. He’d bought you a gorgeous ring and a puppy to discourage your loneliness. Maybe you were just wholly ungrateful.

You helped Rafe set up an area for her in the living room.

“She’s gonna need a name.”

“What do you think?” You asked him quietly.

You resisted the idea of naming your baby without JJ, but maybe you could share this intimate, normal thing with Rafe.

He propped his fist underneath his chin, thinking, and stared down at the dog, “Are you opposed to a human name?”

“I’m not opposed to anything.”

He seemed a bit surprised by your reaction, but he continued his thinking pose.

“She’s gonna be really sweet, I can already tell. To me, she looks like a Lucy or like a Molly.”

“Molly is cute. Classic sounding,” You nodded, leaning down to pet her, “You’re so adorable. You need wittle pink hairbows, don’t you, Molly?”

You heard him chuckle at your high-pitched tone, “It’s settled then. Welcome to the family, Molly.”

As the evening progressed and after you got plenty of puppy cuddles, Rafe escorted you upstairs. The atmosphere was different than the last time you were together there. It was softer and more intimate. He helped you out of your clothes, gentle and considerate of your bump. You didn’t let yourself overthink any longer for the night.

Your body was so much different from when he first brought you here, yet Rafe’s eyes were hungrier than ever. You couldn’t feel vulnerable for too long because soon he was naked too and pressed against you. The touching, soothing words in your ear and the gentle hands on your belly were almost too much.

When the time came, Rafe guided you on top of him. He kept you steady, supporting your body with his strong hands as you straddled his lap. That night, you controlled the pace, and the position allowed you to ease the discomfort your belly caused. He watched you like a fine painting hanging in a museum, and his hands never left your hips.

“Take your time,” He grunted huskily, “You’re doing so good, Honey.”

You loved the praise. You basked in his words and his gaze. You wanted to feel like you were doing the right thing, that you would be a good Mom, and Rafe was always there to confirm that. Your head rolled back, lips parting, as your movements became more frantic and rapid.

You lost your rhythm, the intensity bringing tears to your eyes.

“Good girl, Honey,” As you grew tired, Rafe moved your hips for you. Hands pressing into his thick chest, you whined, feeling him in the deepest parts of you, “Give Daddy all of it.”

“Fuck, Rafe!” You cursed, shaking, and he groaned in response, “I’m coming.”

He moved your hips faster, the grinding motion sending you over the cliff towards your orgasm. You felt yourself tightening around him, and like a chain reaction, Rafe’s eyes closed tightly as his orgasm came, “Jesus, baby,” Hands still tight on your hips, he finished deep inside of you, but you’d reached the point of overstimulation now.

You climbed off of him, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. He caught you in his arms, pressing his body into yours, “Thank you,” You heard him say in your ear, his voice raw with emotion, “Fuck, I love you so much.”

You nestled into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against yours and the soft sheets beneath you. When you drifted off to sleep, you saw no raging storms, felt no overwhelming guilt, and JJ never appeared. For the first time in a long while, you slept peacefully, cocooned in the safety of Rafe’s love.

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The Secret Girlfriend - Chapter 8

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Disclaimer:

This fanfic will contain mature themes and topics (smut, abuse, power imbalance, drug use, alcohol dependency, control, and eating disorders). There will not be warnings throughout, so if you proceed with this fic, please bear this in mind!

📰 FASHION HEADLINES

Vogue Runway "Anna Wintour Arrives with Lando Norris for Dior's AW24 Show" The unlikely front row pairing turned heads. Wintour appeared relaxed as she entered the venue with McLaren's F1 superstar, Lando Norris, whose attendance had not been officially announced by Dior or any PR sources.

Elle France "Lando Norris Is the Surprise VIP Guest at Paris Fashion Week" The 24-year-old driver, known more for his racing than his red carpet appearances, took a front-row seat beside Anna Wintour at today's show. Fans are now speculating whether the Brit is stepping into fashion's inner circle.

The Cut "Lando Norris Is Either Dating a Fashion Girl or Becoming One" What's more mysterious than an F1 driver showing up at Fashion Week? One who doesn't post about it. Norris, seated next to Anna Wintour (?!), didn't share a single photo. We'd call that a soft launch if there was anyone else in the frame.

GQ UK "Formula 1's Golden Boy Stuns at Fashion Week" Wearing loose black trousers, a red linen shirt and a black sweater draped across his shoulders, Norris served casual luxury at the Dior show. But it was Wintour guiding him gently through paparazzi with a hand on his back that really captured attention.

WWD (Women's Wear Daily) "Fashion's Newest Muse? Lando Norris Joins Anna Wintour at Dior" He didn't post. He didn't promote. He just arrived-looking hotter than expected. Social media has questions.

Harper's Bazaar "The Curious Case of Lando Norris: Dior Guest or Fashion Insider?" Fans continue to speculate about the mystery behind Norris' surprise appearance at Fashion Week. His close placement next to Wintour has tongues wagging - and no one has more questions than the F1 grid.

British Vogue (Online Exclusive) "Who Is the Woman Behind Lando Norris' Silent Fashion Debut?" With no tags, no captions, and no PR lead-up, Norris' attendance raised eyebrows - and his elevated style didn't go unnoticed. Sources inside the show say he arrived through a private entrance and was seen backstage before showtime.

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📱TWITTER/INSTAGRAM POSTS & TWEETS

@speedylilando why is lando norris sitting next to anna wintour at fashion week like it's career day 😭😭😭

@hautechaos lando norris in a custom linen fit and 7k watch at dior front row, guided in by anna WINT-fucking-OUR. i'm not okay.

@paparazziboi Anna Wintour putting her hand on Lando Norris's back to steer him like a small confused toddler is the only wholesome content I needed today.

@formulafashion The fact that Lando Norris is literally the only F1 driver who would pull this off without tweeting "so honoured to attend" 5 minutes later 😭 this man just disappears into elite society and acts like it's normal

@lilysrunwayslut not lando norris looking like a whole meal in the front row of dior and NOT TELLING US??? sir drop the skincare routine and the fashion girl you're clearly dating

@fuckthegrid it's giving sugar baby. it's giving my bf is walking the runway but I'm under strict NDA.

@diorstyledump the way anna was laughing with him like she's known him since birth?? no bc i need to KNOW who got lando into fashion

@gridoverlord wait what if he's dating a kardashian. what if he's secretly north's stepdad

@maxvercumsn no bc if lando's dating a model and hasn't told any of the other drivers and still lets them thirst over her instagrams... he's actually the most dangerous man alive

@itsjustfashionhun lando norris not posting anything, attending in silence, dressed to kill, laughing with anna wintour... i smell an NDA. I smell royalty. I smell FEAR.

@thegridconfessions lewis hamilton is gonna be PISSED he didn't get this invite and you can't tell me otherwise

@lando.jpg4 stopppp this picture of anna and lando laughing is so mother/son coded 😭😭😭 [picture attached: Anna Wintour in full black Chanel, seated next to Lando with one hand lightly on his back, both mid-laugh, flashes popping off around them.]

@formulawhore lando norris being mothered by anna wintour was not on my 2025 bingo card

@runwayracer him not posting the show but being front row is so suspicious. is he dating the show? anna? a model? the entire brand?

@chaoticbarbiex there is NO way lando norris just randomly showed up dressed like THAT next to anna fucking wintour for fun. where's the NDA. WHERE'S THE GIRLFRIEND.

@gridspice do y'all understand that anna wintour doesn't smile in pictures and this man had her giggling like a schoolgirl

@itsgivingcontract i don't even care who the girlfriend is. i just want her skincare routine. and access to whatever black amex got him into dior.

@carlossainz4life i have never once in my life seen lando dress like that and now suddenly he's in a €16k outfit next to fashion royalty?? this smells like coochie

@backstagebitch not me zooming in to try and read the reflections in his sunglasses to see who he's looking at backstage 🫣

@pierrenastydreams if lando norris is dating a model and still letting the entire grid talk about her tits like he doesn't know her biblically he's actually a villain

@charleslefreak petition to force lando to do a Vogue "get ready with me" so we can find the mystery bitch through his toiletries

@gnocchiboy guys what if he's dating GIGI 😭 she follows him. I'm spiraling. I'm dry heaving.

@gridsmutxo NEW THEORY THREAD 🧵: who is Lando Norris' mysterious Dior date? Buckle up. I've cross-referenced every model walking today's show and these are the top 4 contenders 👇

Pietra Pilão - Seen in Monaco 3 weeks ago. She follows him. He doesn't follow back. Suspicious.

Randi Hartman - Also walked the show. Wore red. Same color as Lando's linen shirt. Coincidence? I THINK NOT.

Magui Corceiro - Classic rumor mill fave. Not at the show but spotted at Charles' yacht party with him last season.

Anna Wintour - Listen. She was touching his back like a protective MILF. I'm just saying.

Conclusion: He's either dating Randi or the entire Vogue enterprise. End of thread.

@landonaslut if lando's not fucking a model, why the fuck is he dressed like a chanel wet dream and sitting front row with anna wintour. the math isn't mathing.

@diorhaze why is no one talking about how no one talked about him being there??? no tag. no press shot. no pre-show announcement. he just materialised in gucci-level fit. the NDA is made of titanium.

@notmaxverstappensgf lando norris showing up at dior with his wristwatch matching his linen shirt, making anna wintour LAUGH, and then disappearing without posting... that's witchcraft. burn him at the stake.

@landoxdior what's his goal??? like what's his ENDGAME??? he didn't promo. he didn't hint. he didn't blink. this wasn't a soft launch this was a fucking power play

@tracktoprunway lando's the only man on the grid who could sit next to anna wintour and not smile like a puppy. the rest of them would be cumming in their tailored trousers

@feralgasly lando is dating someone that would make pierre kill himself and i think that's beautiful

@sluttyleclerc new theory: lando's girlfriend isn't even a model. she's anna's assistant. or her goddaughter. or someone who picked out that red shirt. SOMEBODY KNOWS SOMETHING

@vodkatronaut his wrist was bare last week. now it has a €7,500 timepiece. i'm not saying his girl bought it for him but i am saying i would

@daddydior if lando norris is dating one of the hadids and we never noticed i will eat my fucking steering wheel

@trendingtea GOSSIP UPDATE: Source at Dior says Lando Norris came in through the backstage VIP route and already knew the show order. Either he's dating someone who walked or Anna gave birth to him

@chaoticangel remember when he used to wear graphic tees with dinosaurs on them. now he's red linen and champagne silence. he's been corrupted by coochie

@charleslechoke you cannot tell me he's not getting his dick sucked by someone in the fashion world. men don't dress like that unless they're in love or being pegged by someone with a Vogue login

@gridrunners "oh maybe he's just into fashion now" BABE IF HE WAS INTO FASHION HE'D BE POSTING ABOUT IT. THIS MAN IS IN HIDING. HE'S HIDING SOMETHING.

@maxverstappussy lando norris is gonna be the reason the grid becomes a reality show. i want oscar to cry. i want pierre to spiral. i want chaos

@leclercslilwhore the fact that NO ONE KNOWS ANYTHING and he's just sitting there like "🙂" while anna wintour is mothering him... iconic.

@F1FBI FINAL THEORY (FOR NOW): he's dating someone VERY famous. so famous that they don't even need a debut. she's not being hidden. she's being protected. this is rich people silence. this is "i don't even need to soft launch because she's in ten perfume campaigns" silence.

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@dior: posts a blurry black-and-white of backstage @pierrenastydreams: IS THAT HER IN THE BACKGROUND @leclercslap: show her leg. show the wrist. show SOMETHING @barbarapalvin: 🫢 @landonorris: 🙃 @fentyangel: SHUT UP HES DOING IT ON PURPOSE

🖼 COMMENTS ON DIOR'S POST:

@barbarapalvin 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

@gavi 🫣🫣🫣

@judebellingham 👀

@mclaren 👋

@kendalljenner Ugh why do you get Anna and I get Kris 😩

@charles_leclerc this is insane.

@pierregasly mans didn't even say anything 😭🧎‍♂️

@gigihadid YESSSS LANDO ❤️‍🔥

@landonorris 🙃

***

Back at the penthouse, Lily's reading the tweets aloud with a cherry vape in her mouth, tears in her eyes from laughter. Lando's scrolling his own tag, mouth twitching at the theories. He shows her one that claims he's dating "a secret Versace heir who's also an Olympic-level gymnast with an allergy to daylight." She chokes laughing.

Lando: "Should I post the back of your head?" Lily: "Post a fucking foot. Drive them insane."

They don't post anything. They go to bed. And the internet rots in silence.

***

WhatsApp Group Chat: "2023 Grid 🏎️🔥"

Pierre Gasly: 📸 [attaches three photos of Lando sat next to Anna Wintour at the Dior show] HELLO??? Lando what the ACTUAL FUCK IS THIS. You were in PARIS?????? Since when are you front row fashion???

Carlos Sainz: Wait wait wait You WENT TO DIOR??? Bro??? You didn't say a WORD???

Oscar Piastri: What is happening

Max Verstappen: Is that ANNA FUCKING WINTOUR

Charles Leclerc: You're not even looking at the runway. Are you watching someone? WHO ARE YOU WATCHING LANDO???

Pierre Gasly: WHO STYLED YOU WHO FUCKING STYLED YOU YOUR SHIRT MATCHES THE BACKDROP THAT'S NOT NORMAL TELL ME RIGHT NOW

Lando Norris: 🙂

George Russell: Don't "🙂" us you linen-wrapped enigma Are you dating Anna Wintour???

Lance Stroll: What if he is Kinda power move tbh

Esteban Ocon: The silence is suspicious. You are NEVER this quiet. Did someone bribe you to shut up? Do you have a PR clause?

Daniel Ricciardo: I NEED TO KNOW WHO HE'S DATING THIS IS GOING TO KILL ME

Lewis Hamilton: Before this chat combusts: I styled him.

Oscar Piastri: What.

Kevin Magnussen: WHAT

Valtteri Bottas: Lewis I'm not surprised but still. WHAT.

George Russell: Lewis. Brother. You knew this was going to cause chaos.

Lewis Hamilton: 🙂

Charles Leclerc: SOMEONE TALK

Pierre Gasly: EXCUSE ME?? YOU?? YOU STYLED HIM???

Lewis Hamilton: Yes. We went shopping in Monaco. He was very picky. He told me "no green, no suede, no velvet" and said they were instructions I respected the assignment.

Yuki Tsunoda: Who gave the instructions Lando doesn't have fashion instincts

Fernando Alonso: He's been dressing like a teenager for five years. Someone trained him.

Alex Albon: WHO IS TRAINING HIM WHO IS THE MYSTERY WOMAN WE KNOW IT'S A WOMAN

Oscar Piastri: We don't know that

Logan Sargeant: Shut up Oscar we KNOW

Sergio Perez: Is it Pietra Pilao? I read a gossip thing that said they were seen together

Max Verstappen: If it's Randi Hartman I'm quitting

Pierre Gasly: I have jerked off to literally everyone who walked that show and NONE of them are dating Lando. I would KNOW. I would FEEL IT IN MY BONES.

Lewis Hamilton: You all need therapy.

George Russell: Lando... just... blink if she's famous.

Lando Norris: 😐

Esteban Ocon: That was not a blink.

Pierre Gasly: THIS IS TORTURE You're telling me you sat next to ANNA FUCKING WINTOUR in a perfectly curated outfit and didn't tell a single one of us????

Lando Norris: Correct 😌

Max Verstappen: What the fuck kind of evil mastermind PR arc are you on I didn't even know you owned linen

Charles Leclerc: ARE YOU DATING SOMEONE FAMOUS JUST ADMIT IT

Lando Norris: 🙂

Pierre Gasly: I'm going to drive into a fucking wall

Carlos Sainz: Lando. Listen. This is your team. We love you. We want you to be happy. BUT WHO THE FUCK IS SHE

Oscar Piastri: He's not going to tell us. He's enjoying this.

Daniel Ricciardo: He has someone. He has someone GOOD.

Yuki Tsunoda: I hate how calm he is about it Like yeah I sat front row at a major fashion house with THE woman who invented fashion and I'm not gonna say shit

George Russell: We're never getting the truth

Lewis Hamilton: I've met her.

Everyone: WHAT??????????????

Max Verstappen: LEWIS YOU'VE MET HER???

Lewis Hamilton: Yup. Had lunch with them. She's sweet. Normal. Bit too good for him.

Lando Norris: Thanks mate 😌

Pierre Gasly: IM GOING TO COMBUST

Charles Leclerc: Please. Is she blonde? Is she brunette? Is she model? Singer? Actress?

Lewis Hamilton: I've said enough 😶

Oscar Piastri: I hate all of this

Valtteri Bottas: Who do we bribe to find out

George Russell: Anna Wintour.

Lance Stroll: Not joking. She looks like she'd squeal if you made her laugh.

Daniel Ricciardo: I would sell my soul to know what she whispered to him mid-show

Carlos Sainz: Plot twist: she's not a model She's a fucking spy

Lando Norris: I can neither confirm nor deny

Pierre Gasly: You know what. I hope she pegs you.

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Groupchat: "F1 WAGs 🔥👠💅"

Carmen Mundt: HELLOOOOO Has everyone seen Vogue's post???

Heidi Burger: The one with Anna Wintour???

Kelly Piquet: WAIT I thought that was fake Is Lando actually sat next to her??

Kika Gomez: Real. Zoom in. That is his stupid little smirk and his real curls He's not even watching the runway I'm crying

Lily Zniemer: WHY is he there though??? Like... unannounced??? Undetected??? Sitting next to the most powerful woman in fashion???

Rebecca Donaldson: Carlos saw the post and screamed He dropped his smoothie

Alexandra Saint-Mleux: Charles yelled "WHAT THE FUCK" and ran to his phone I thought someone died Turns out his emergency was that Lando wore linen

Flavy Marla: Okay but does anyone know who the girl is?? Because this man is so clearly in love it's SICKENING

Lily Muni He: Alex said he's been styled by someone And not a stylist Like... a "she has instructions" kind of situation 👀

Kelly Piquet: Max won't shut up He's convinced it's that blonde girl Lando was spotted talking to in Spain last year She worked in PR or something?? I think her name was Sofia

Heidi Burger: Daniel says it's Pietra Pilao He's very sure

Carmen Mundt: George is spiralling He tried reverse image searching her nails in that one blurry shot where someone's hand is barely visible

Lily Zniemer: OKAY BUT HERE'S THE THING All of our men jerk off to the same five models. We know who they're obsessed with. And NONE of them think it's one of them.

Kika Gomez: Pierre said he jerks it to Dior girls "for the aesthetic" Like boy SHUT UP

Rebecca Donaldson: Carlos has Instagram notifications on for like four of them He swears it's for "runway inspo"

Alexandra Saint-Mleux: Charles thinks it's that Randi girl He said she liked one of his posts last year and that "means something" 💀

Kelly Piquet: Can we just address the real issue: Why is LANDO so quiet??? Why is Lando Norris the king of secrecy???

Flavy Marla: He's literally never this chill He talks like a golden retriever on espresso Now he's all smug and mysterious???

Lily Muni He: Anna Wintour touched his back Like guided him to his seat like he was her actual son

Kika Gomez: And then laughed She LAUGHED Anna doesn't laugh unless she's whispering a Vogue execution order

Carmen Mundt: Okay but who is this girl??? Let's list who we've ruled out:

Pietra

Randi

Sofia PR Girl

Magui Corceiro

That TikTok girl with the Dior sponsorship

The one from the Moncler shoot with Jude

That stylist from Lando's campaign

Lily Zniemer: I think we've ruled out every model we know of Unless she's a literal nobody

Rebecca Donaldson: She's NOT a nobody if Anna got him front row That's royal level favouritism

Kelly Piquet: Maybe it's like... a family friend situation?

Heidi Burger: Lando's never even taken a girl to a gala He doesn't do relationships And now this??

Carmen Mundt: So you're telling me This man has had a secret girlfriend And no one caught on????

Alexandra Saint-Mleux: We were busy watching Max and Kelly trauma-bond every other race 😭

Kelly Piquet: EXCUSE ME

Lily Zniemer: Okay okay but hear me out What if it's someone completely random Like an art gallery assistant Or a coffee shop barista

Kika Gomez: Who ALSO knows Anna Wintour??? Okay girl what kind of espresso bar are you thinking of 😭

Rebecca Donaldson: The type that also lands you front row at Dior 💅

Flavy Marla: I literally can't sleep until we find out

Kelly Piquet: Let's cross-reference every model that walked the show Eliminate anyone who wasn't staring at Lando like they're in love

Carmen Mundt: Spoiler alert: that's all of them

Heidi Burger: Okay. Final theory. The girlfriend doesn't exist. Lando's just pulling a PR stunt To throw us off the fact he's secretly dating George

Lily Muni He: LMFAOOOO

Carmen Mundt: OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY BUT ICONIC AND A POSSIBILITY

Kika Gomez: I'm wheezing

Rebecca Donaldson: Someone get us Vogue's PR list One of us has to have a cousin who interns there

Alexandra Saint-Mleux: If she turns out to be some next-level secret model with royalty level pull I'm actually going to scream

Lily Zniemer: There is no way Lando Norris pulled a girl with actual clout

Carmen Mundt: Yeah like if it was Lily James or Kendall Jenner we'd all know right

Alexandra Saint-Mleux: LMAOOOOOO IMAGINE

***

Messages: Susie Wolff 💬 (sent between Susie and Lewis Hamilton)

Susie: Have you seen Twitter.

Lewis: I've seen everything. They think he's dating his barista 😭😭😭

Susie: Toto just asked if we should be worried that the entire internet is blind.

Lewis: THEY HAVE PHOTOS OF HIM SITTING NEXT TO ANNA. AND THEY'RE LOOKING AT HIS LINEN SHIRT LIKE IT'S THE MAIN EVENT.

Susie: They're comparing him to Harry Styles now. Apparently the "McLaren boy just walked out of Milan 2017" 💀

Lewis: I'm screaming. They really think he coincidentally landed front row at Dior. Next to the Queen of Condé Nast. Because of a tan shirt and cheekbones.

Susie: Toto says the modelling industry is clearly more chaotic than F1. He's both intrigued and terrified.

Lewis: Tell him I felt the same when I saw the cabinet of scented candles next to their bed.

Susie: You forgot the entire polaroid altar.

Lewis: No. No I didn't. That shit is burned into my brain. Every driver would combust.

Susie: Kika sent me Pierre's tweet. "Lando Norris is now a fashion icon??? What is going ON." He's spiralling.

Lewis: I'm 99% sure Carlos cried.

Susie: He did. Rebecca says he locked himself in the bathroom after Vogue posted.

Lewis: Bro. The WAGs think he's dating Sofia from PR. Or some stylist.

Susie: Toto just muttered "idiots" under his breath.

Lewis: He's not wrong.

Susie: We just rewatched her 2021 Balmain walk. Toto asked if we could adopt her again.

Lewis: He cannot collect models like drivers 💀

Susie: He says he wants her on the team. Quote: "She has the same instincts as Lewis. She just wears them in lace." 😏

Lewis: OH MY GOD 😭😭😭 I'm texting Lando that.

Susie: No. Let Lando suffer. He deserves the panic.

Lewis: You're evil. I love it.

Susie: I think she's drinking champagne and watching Twitter fall apart.

Lewis: Can you blame her?

Susie: Not even a little. Oh-Toto wants to know when they'll go public. He says it's selfish that only 23 people on Earth get to witness this.

Lewis: Honestly? He's right. But also... this is too fun. The world isn't ready for Lily James + Lando Norris.

Susie: They're not. And Toto says that's why he's ready to defend her like a daughter.

Lewis: She'd probably take him in a fight 😭 Have you seen the backstage videos??

Susie: She slapped a Dior assistant with a clipboard and they thanked her. Iconic.

Lewis: No but seriously- What are we going to do when someone does figure it out?

Susie: Hope it's not Pierre. He'll have a stroke.

#f1 fanfiction #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 fluff #f1 x reader #f1 grid x reader #f1 smut #lando norris #lando x reader #ln4 #mclaren #lando smut #the secret girlfriend ln4

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wolfiesmoon · 1 year ago

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Bakery

Leona x gn!reader

ok but can we feel the love tonight tho

i learned something new recently and i want to put this knowledge to good use (smirks evilly at leona)

also i am sick asf right now so i apologise if this is sloppily proofread

It seems like being Leona's pillow has become a part of your daily at this point. It's become an unspoken routine for you.

Usually, he'd sleep anywhere but he had to adapt his sleeping habits a little because of you. Turns out most people don't find the floor of the greenhouse a comfortable napping spot.

Usually, the perfect spot is your room in Ramshackle dorm. It's quiet and empty, save for the pesky ghosts that interrupt the two of you sometimes. It makes for the perfect hiding place when Ruggie is bothering him with some stupid papers he needs to solve for potionology, too.

All in all, worth the walk to the dorm. Especially since he gets to see you and feel your warmth without fail.

You were already waiting for him on your bed, busying yourself with scrolling through your Magicam feed. Usually, you keep a few textbooks for studying with you, but exams have mostly concluded for now. You know once Leona attaches onto you, you're not going to be able to leave for atleast 2 hours, so it's always great to prepare in advance.

Sure enough, you heard familiar footsteps getting closer and the door opened to reveal your sleepy lover. His tail swished when he caught sight of you. What a lovely sight, indeed.

"Hey Leona, had a good day?" you ask casually and he sighs in response, mumbling something about being tired. Well, that's just the usual, isn't it?

He climbs up on the bed and you smile at his sleepy expression. He's so cute when he's sleepy, but you probably shouldn't tell him that unless you want to get glared at.

Instead of crashing on top of you like you're used to, though, he places his hands on your belly, still sitting at your side. You raise an eyebrow at him, but he doesn't even meet your eyes.

Suddenly, his hands start moving in a kneading motion. A surprise massage? Not that you mind it, but that's highly unusual coming from Leona of all people. If anything, it should be the other way around.

"Leona..?" you question, trying to get a good look at his face. You can't really see it well because of the hair that fell to the side of his face. But from what little you can see, he seems to be in sort of a trance right now. His eyes are barely opened and he's wearing a little satisfied smile on his face. He doesn't respond to you at all.

"Leona?" you try again, a little firmer this time. He suddenly stops, probably finally coming back to his senses. You can see the way his eyes widen for a moment before he falls down on top of you without a word, wrapping his arms around you. Now you can't see his face at all, unable to read his expression.

"Leona, what was that?" you hugged him back, still a bit dumbfounded. You weren't going to lie though, that felt really nice.

"Don't ever bring this up again." Leona did not seem in the mood to discuss what just happened any further. He could have sworn he left that behaviour behind as a toddler. How embarrasing.

He's kind of worried now. That's how much you affect him.

"Oh... uh, okay." you pet the back of his head lovingly. Hmmm... now that you think of it, Grim does the same thing sometimes. The common denominator with Grim and Leona is that they're both cats, atleast somewhat.

If you apply this knowledge to what you know about cats in general... Oh, Leona, that silly goose. Seems he's a bit embarrased about kneading on you. You wonder if it was pure instinct.

yep, turns out the big kitties knead too, ain't that just a testament to the tried and true saying "cat is cat"

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helioslover · 10 months ago

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i kind of fell half in love (and you're to blame)

SUMMARY : charles and you are kind of best friends but the word doesn't seem really adequate. PAIRING : friends to lovers charles leclerc x sainz!reader WORD COUNT: 2.7k

Charles’ bed is so big you could easily get lost between the white linen sheets and yet, his body is so close to yours it almost seems like they’re just a bunch of arms and legs that doesn’t make a lot of sense. You like waking up this way. The sun is coming in through the window and from where you are, you can hear the waves crashing on rocks.

You find comfort in these moments where you feel like the world has stopped turning and only belongs to the two of you.

You find pain in these moments where you truly understand what you're missing out on.

By the look of it - your entangled legs, Charles’ arms surrounding your chest, your bodies so close it gets hard to distinguish where one stops and the other begins - one would think you are lovers.

And you somehow wish you were. That way, there would be a reason for your heart to start pounding against your ribcage with the simple thought of Charles’ body encircling yours. That way, you wouldn’t feel so guilty having wet dreams about a friend.

A friend . Yeah, you would settle on that. You would be Charles’ friend if that was what it took to have him around.

A friend that spends three nights a week having deep conversations, smoking and drinking on his balcony and then spends the night spooning in his bed.

A friend Charles has told things he’s never said out loud before without even thinking about it, like it all feels natural, like he wants - maybe even needs - you to know everything there is to know about him.

A friend Charles likes to kiss when he gets drunk, a friend he says pretty nasty things to, things you couldn’t have imagined coming out of such a pretty mouth, things that come back to haunt you whenever you let your mind wander.

You slowly get out of Charles’ embrace, immediately missing the warmth of his large hands through the fabric of his navy shirt. Charles groans a bit but you know it’ll take him another fifteen minutes to fully emerge from sleep.

The vision of Charles getting lost in the immensity of his bed - you still can’t figure out why he would buy such a big bed if he was supposed to sleep alone in it -, so unaware of anything, his face completely relaxed in a way it rarely is when he’s fully conscious ; there’s something in seeing him like that that makes your heart aches.

You want this - waking up in Charles’ arms, having breakfast together, making fun of his tiny sleepy eyes and his swollen face - to be your daily morning routine. You want to get to kiss Charles good morning and good night. You want to stop repressing your smile in fear you look like an idiot in love because, as much as you hate it, you are an idiot in love and Charles coming up in the kitchen - you now knows it just as much as your own - asking you if you've had a good sleep, his voice still raw and his shorts fitting his thighs (oh so) perfectly isn’t going to help you get over it.

A friend. The word echoes in your mind like an alarm blaring, grounding you back to Earth, to this kitchen you wish you could call yours.

Yeah, a friend. You will settle for that.

You’re holding a toddler in your arms, a little boy with big brown eyes that remind Charles of your very own irises, the typical Sainz chocolate orbs. Not that he’s taken every opportunity he could to observe every single detail that makes up your face. Whatever.

You’re holding a toddler in your arms, smiling at him awkwardly, and Charles just knows from the look on your face that you have completely forgotten that you were supposed to go out to play tennis together.

“Shit. Charles. I-”

“You forgot, I know.” Charles laughs it off. “Don’t worry about it. It’s no big deal.”

You sigh. The kid is wriggling around in your arms, probably uncomfortable because of the horrible position you hold him in. “I swear, I was thinking about it but then Carlos was supposed to be on uncle duties but he had something urgent to deal with Williams and he asked - no, told me - to take care of him and left for God knows how long. I can’t understand how he gets to be the favorite uncle when he’s so irresponsible.”

Charles laughs. There’s always been competition between your brother and you and more often than not he has found himself arbitrating your silly fights. “Oh, so baby-sitting duties for you then ? Well, I’ll beat you next week, there’s no rush.” There’s a smirk on his lips as he finishes his sentence.

“Huh ?” You raise an eyebrow as you readjust your grip on the little body between your arms. “Charles, we all know you’re the one losing every single week. I swear to God it’s like you’re physically unable to win a set at this point.”

The thing is you aren’t completely wrong. Charles doesn’t really know how it started but you have taken the habit of meeting up to play every Wednesday before heading back to his apartment where you cook together, have dinner, wine and cigarettes on his balcony, talk for hours and then fall asleep in his bed. He likes this routine so much that you now spend three nights a week with him.

But it is true that it is physically hard for him to focus on the ball when he gets to see your body so clearly - the polos you wear make you look like you just came out of an old French movie, the ones that built the image of the femme fatale, and make something in Charles’ stomach twitch - and the way your tongue sticks out a bit when you get concentrated on beating him. Not that Charles sometimes imagines your tongue being used to do something else. Whatever.

“Okay, Nadal . We’ll see that next week. I’m going to let you handle your baby then. Text me if you need anything, alright ?” Charles picks up his bag.

“Erm, actually, wait.” Your voice is almost pleading and there’s a shadow of distress in your eyes. “Could you… help me ? I’m not really good at…this.”

Charles refrains a laugh. “I’d figured.”

That’s how Charles finds himself spending his afternoon babysitting your nephew. He’s not a difficult kid - except for when he starts coloring the floor instead of the paper you’ve given him - which makes it quite easy for Charles to teach you the basics of surviving with a kid. He finds it funny to see you, for once, being so clueless and not as self-assured as you always like to appear.

Turns out it’s not so different from your traditional Wednesdays : you cook - supposedly the worst mashed potatoes Charles has ever tasted -, avoid drinking or smoking but do talk a lot about your family and Charles feels somehow a bit envious that all of the Sainz kids got to grow up so happily.

The kid starts feeling a bit more comfortable around this man he doesn’t know and it turns out that he’s a very curious little boy.

“Are you like…dating ?” he asks you at one point. He sticks out her tongue the exact same way you and Carlos do as he tries to draw something.

Your eyes grow wide. “Oh no, not at all ! We’re just”, you mark a pause for half a second, “friends. Like your buddies from school, you know?”

Friends. Charles has a lot of friends and none of them compares to you. He’s never been so aching to see a friend before, never been so aware of a friend’s body before, never been so eager to (drunk) kiss a friend before. Not that Pierre told him that all these things did not fall into the friend category when he asked him about it. Whatever.

Charles thinks about it later when you’re all sitting on the couch watching Cars - a movie that was supposed to put your nephew to sleep according to you but he’s fully awake, falling in love with Sally as Charles tangles his thick brown hair - while you are falling asleep on Charles’ shoulder.

Friends . It just does not sit well with him. He wants all his Wednesdays to feel this way, with you falling asleep on his shoulders and a kid sitting on his lap - your kid. He wants failed mashed potatoes, pencil stains on the tiles and this feeling of finding a place where he perfectly belongs, where he’ll always belong. It all just feels like home.

Not that friends feel that way about each other. Whatever.

You’re sleeping on the couch, your head slowly moving from time to time. You almost disappear under the gray blanket you wrapped yourself in even though it’s pretty hot. The TV is slowly buzzing as the story of a mediocre movie unfolds on the screen.

You went out the night before, enjoying the time your friend Daniel was spending in Monaco to spend more time with him than you’ll get for the rest of the year. You came home watching the sun rise, drunk and high as a kite but happy. You’re now paying the price of refusing to drink the glass of water Charles had made you as you were about to get to sleep.

Daniel is going to get married and as much as Charles is proud and delighted about this grand news, he also envies him. He’s slightly jealous of the way Daniel has found his person, the one he wants to share a lifetime with. Charles is twenty-six and the only person he has ever felt like sharing his life with is hungover, sleeping on his couch. Not that this is the kind of thing you’re supposed to feel about your friends. Whatever.

He slowly gets up from the couch and gets to his room where his keyboard is facing the window, the black and white piano tiles calling to him. As he lets his fingers run, the sound muffled to avoid waking you up, he thinks about the confused feelings that have been boiling in him for months now.

He thinks about the fact that you are supposed to be friends even though he sometimes has this irrepressible urge to hug you, as if you were to vanish if Charles didn’t hold you tight, as if when he’ll wake up the next morning, you wouldn’t be here and there would just be an empty bed and his vacant heart.

He thinks about the fact that you are supposed to be friends even though he finds the sparse nights you spend at your own apartment long and useless. What’s the use of being alone when he can be with the person he feels the most comfortable with ?

He thinks about the fact that you are supposed to be friends even though Arthur and Lorenzo told him that there is something more, something they never sensed when they hung out with Charles and Pierre but that is flagrant whenever you’re around their brother. It’s like you’re speaking another language only you can understand and anyone who has the misfortune to be alone with you feels excluded, not because you mean to do so, but because you are so focused on one another that there is scarcely any room left for someone else.

He thinks about the fact that you are supposed to be friends even though all their friends have been asking about what’s going on between the two of you. He’s been asking himself the same question and has no proper answer, he just knows that he doesn’t want things to go back to the way they were, when you were just one among all of his friends and not the most constant part of his life right now.

Later, when he lets Pierre listen to the piece he wrote that day, his friend tells him that this is something that makes him feel like he’s falling in love and there’s nothing that can be done against it, nothing except enjoying the ride and letting yourself engulf in it. When Charles tells him that it’s supposed to be about you, Pierre makes a strange face. Not that this is the kind of melody you write about your friends. Whatever.

You used to hate Sundays. You are a very worried person when it comes to your loved ones and Sundays always mean race days. Your brother always promises he’ll come home safe but you can’t help but feel like your heart might drop dead every second he spends on the track.

Lately, over the summer break, your Sundays haven’t been the same. Charles always goes out jogging with his brothers, leaving you still half-asleep in his bed and kissing your temple before coming out of the bedroom you now share more often than not. When you finally get out of bed, you go out to the marketplace where you babble in French and Italian because you want to practice what Charles has been trying to teach you.

You love the way you feel at home even when Charles is not there. You’ve practically moved into the apartment at this point. You cook breakfast for the two of you, singing along to the vinyls Charles has been collecting. The sun illuminates the kitchen, and when you leave the windows open, you can hear the humming of people coming out of church, on their way to share a meal with their families.

The door opens and Charles enters, his forehead damp with sweat. You’re wearing the shorts you bought together when you visited Sebastian in Switzerland and one of Charles’ T-shirts that smells just like him. The flat smells of tortilla - the special recipe your grandfather taught you and Carlos when you were still infants - and coffee - that’s only for you, Charles drinks Oolong tea on Sundays.

There’s something so domestic about these mornings - Charles coming home to you, taking a shower before you eat together and decide what you’re going to do for the day, you moving around as if it was your apartment, habits you have slipped into without even realizing it- that you sometimes feel like choking up, like your heart is beating up in your head. This is the type of life you imagine to be a happy one. This is the type of life you want.

And yet, you settle for friends .

“I talked to Lando, we’re eating at his place tonight. He asked after your infamous margherita so I bought you burrata. I know how much you love to put some on your pizzas.” you say when Charles comes out of the bathroom, his hair curling up a bit because of the humidity.

“God, you’re so perfect. I’ll put that at the top of the list of reasons why I fell in love with you.”

There’s an instant of silence, both of you painfully aware of what Charles has just said. It takes a minute for you to completely understand the weight of these words, for the two of you that they mean something significantly more important than just thanking you for having bought burrata.

Charles is looking at you from across the kitchen, the half-smile on his lips meaning to hide the wave of anxiousness you can perceive from where he is standing. Your eyes meet his emerald orbs, the world stops turning and you have to force yourself to not kiss him right here and right now.

But then, you decide not to care for once. You don’t want to settle for friends.You want more of this, You want it all. You’ve always been greedy, one of the characteristics that come from your dad and that you share with all your siblings.

It feels like the three steps you have to make to reach Charles last for hours but then, when you’re finally in front of him, you can’t help but smile. Your lips gently brush Charles’s, before kissing him more fiercely. You can feel Charles’ body relaxing and for an instant, it almost feels like you belong here, like next to Charles is where you’re supposed to be. As you’re falling asleep next to Charles that night, the same way you’ve done a million times before, you think that you need to find a new word to describe your relationship. Friends doesn’t seem so appropriate now.

#f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine

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cupofwyn · 1 year ago

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beach shenanigans w/ bf!dream⠀( a series )

▬⠀content יִ،⠀mark. renjun. jeno. haechan. jaemin. chenle. jisung.

pairing/s יִ،⠀bf!haechan lee × gn!reader

genre/s יִ،⠀fluff.⠀established relationship.

warning/s יִ،⠀pure fluff.⠀bulletpoints.⠀lowercaps. ⠀mention of the word war.⠀profanity.⠀

wc יִ،⠀0.9k

a/n יִ،⠀listen to loved you first by one direction when reading this! (this was the replaying song as i wrote this hc) i hope you'll enjoy reading ^^⠀

prompt יִ،⠀"having a bf is like having a misbehaved child." and it is certainly true, but you just couldn't resist watching when bf!haechan is having a petty fight over you with your nephew.

“nuh uh. y/n loved me first, and we fell in love before you were even born!” haechan fought back, sticking out his tongue in front of your nephew's face

“well, i'm going to marry y/n first.” your nephew ended, crossing his arms and looking away from him

two high-pitched voices rang into your ears. ear screeching, and, unbelievably, from two different ages

the one standing on your left is your bf!haechan, and the other on your right is the nephew you’re babysitting

now, you're questioning yourself about how this feud between them fighting for your love started

now you remember

when your sibling and their significant other offered you to join them on a beach vacation, even inviting your boyfriend to join them, you greatly accepted the offer with open arms, and so did haechan

he was thrilled, even prompting that he was going to spend the few days of summer vacation before going back to the usual routine of daily life

until he saw your nephew

inviting the both of you was your sibling's bait to babysit their child

you didn't mind at all since you loved to take care of kids especially your nephew

but haechan

oh haechan despised it

the little devil

the one who could possibly steal you from him

with those two chubby cheeks, arms, and legs, sparkling round eyes, and petite figure which was the most adorable aspect of a toddler

(not in that way)

haechan could only scoff and agree that your nephew was indeed cute

but what he couldn't forgive

was him also competing for your love

when you and haechan (and nephew) were playing around with sandcastles, swimming by the shore, and shell-finding quests

all of those activities involved you to tickle and tease with your baby voice to your nephew only

saying to him that he was too cute to be true, that you wish you could bite their cheeks off from cuteness aggression, and laugh at every oblivious and nonsense talking a toddler usually does

haechan was offended

those things

those were the things you also did to him

and him only

he tried his very best, okay

to get along with your nephew but

when haechan would get closer to you and be whiny about also wanting your attention too

your nephew would cry all of a sudden, and you'd carry them

pacifying them to stop crying and doing your baby talks again, asking them who made their cute little baby cry

and he cunningly pointed his chubby little fingers to haechan, rubbing his other hand to wipe his crocodile tears

“bad haechan.” the two words that you uttered

words that made him shrink on the white sand and stare into the blinding sky

was he replaced to bad haechan and not anymore to baby? nor babe?

even pookie?

and you couldn't believe what was happening right now

it didn't really occur to you that haechan was genuinely jealous and was just simply teasing a toddler

but for them, it was more than that

this was war

“you can't marry y/n with that age.”

your nephew looks at him with his adorable pouty lips and cheeks

you wanted to pinch it at that moment, but it could only get between them

you wouldn’t want to risk your current amusement to end. you wanted this to continue

“why not?” your nephew obliviously asked

“because you're too young.”

“then when i grow older, i will marry her!”

haechan snickered and looked down at him with a smug grin

“when you get older, you say?” your boyfriend also crossed his arms, mimicking the toddler he was facing

“your so-called promise will no longer exist because we—!” haechan grabs you by the waist, and you're speechless, not one word to even spout just to let this petty fight flow

“will get married even before you're an adult!”

you choked on your own saliva at this proclamation

“what?” you managed to ask

“what—no!” your nephew's eyes welled with tears. “i lost,” he mumbled and soon ran to where his parents were, wailing in defeat

“mommy, i lost!”

“tsk. he deserved that.” he clicked his tongue, smirking to himself as he was finally pronounced winner

“what the fuck, haechan?”

haechan’s smug expression softened, turning to face you, now both his arms wrapped around your waist

the teasing and arrogant haechan was long gone, now softened and intently showing affection

“i was a bit dramatic, but… wouldn’t it be nice too?” he grinned sheepishly

your heart fluttered at his words

it was tempting

spending and committing to the man in front of you has passed your mind more than once,

but you wouldn't let him off the hook so easily

“proposing to me during a fight with a toddler, my nephew, to be exact. don’t you think i deserve more than that?”

haechan eyes lit up, and he placed his hand behind your head

pulling you closer to him as he kissed your forehead chastely

“when the time comes, baby. i’ll do much better than this.”

“i’ll expect it.” you kissed him back on his cheeks, pinching it after as your lips left his skin

and he laughed, closing his eyes from the pain

he kind of deserved that, he admitted

“am i back to being your baby?” haechan rubbed your waist, a ticklish yet careful feeling

anticipation of your consent evident in his eyes

you chuckled at this and cupped his left cheek, prodding him to be buried in your touch

and hopefully, your source of affection too

“you've always been my baby.”

this gave him a signal

a signal for him to pull you in and place his lips on yours

you placed your hand on his chest, the other on his shoulders, kissing him back with fervent

and he pulled away for a moment just to say—

“good. because i loved you first.” and you chuckled, both returning back to each other’s touch

smiling in between the kisses at this peculiar situation, bringing you both closer

and much closer to each other

mastertag (still open)⠀:⠀@hoshipills

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katszumi · 2 years ago

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bakugou katuski wasn’t sure how you managed to break his shell. he didn’t find himself surrounded by friends— shitty hair, raccoon eyes and dunce face forced themselves around him so they didn’t really give him a choice (though he secretly appreciated it).

but, you, tenacious, vexatious, obnoxious, you found your way to him. he despised how easily you spoke to him, like a mother to a toddler. do you know who he is?

it was first year. bakugou knew who you were, how could he not miss the clamorous sound, also known as your voice, every morning. you were aggravating, but you were tolerable. he realized that when you two were paired for an assignment. you were assertive, deeming that you could hold your own against his trivial insults. it wasn’t admiration that struck him that day. no, not even close. you just earned a little bit of respect.

soon after, you were attached to his hip. why? he couldn’t even answer that. every morning you’d meet him halfway at a local coffee shop to make your trip to ua, because “who wants to walk alone?” was your reasoning. he didn’t believe your statement, but he disregarded it. in fact, he looks forward to his morning walks with you every night, sometimes even waking up earlier than usual to buy the two of you a beverage before you arrived. a decaf coffee for himself and an iced coffee for you. “i was thirsty. it’s just a one time thing.” was his answer when you first asked, but you and him both knew it wasn’t.

you two had daily conversations: mainly about school, how deku has ticked him off for the millionth time, or some stupid shit you brought up to irritate him as a joke. you were the only person he could converse with and not feel completely enraged by the end of it. he supposed that your voice wasn’t so clamorous after all.

it wasn’t until after class 1a moved into dorms that he started to notice things about you. instead parting your hair in the middle, you did a side part. you often switched the two every couple of days. you preferred sweet candy over sour, but you were obsessed with spicy food. you routinely listened to the same artists; he makes a mental note to force you to listen to new music. you always exercised in the training room at six o’clock on the dot, never a minute before or after.

bakugou knew he was fucked when he began looking for you.

movie night in the dorms lounge? he consistently searches for your figure, because if you’re not there he’s simply not going. choosing partners for an assignment? of course, it’s you, it has to be you. who else would be able to bear with him? a new album was released from his favorite rock band? he waits to listen, because you had to be there.

he even found himself doing stupid shit for you. like holding your backpack for you, because ‘it makes your back ache’. cooking for you because you’ve overworked yourself, you needed the nutrients anyway. helping you study for the next test, groaning at how easy it is and you should understand it, but deep down, he doesn’t mind. he’d save a spot for you next to him on the couch whenever everyone would do a group activities, you don’t deserve to sit on the floor like the rest of the extras.

bakugou was gentle when he was around you, everyone noticed it too. at first, it was a revelation to his classmates, surprised that bakugou could do such sweet things. it felt as if bakugou was painted a new man on a perfect canvas. but, they soon realized it was only you he was this way towards. his aggressive behavior remained with the rest.

though, the man himself didn’t realize his transformation until denki mentioned.

“how come you don’t yell at y/n, but you scream at us all the time?”

bakugou’s face contorted with confusion. that wasn’t true. “the fuck you talking about, dunce face?”

he shrugged, “i don’t know. i just feel like you’re more chill with her than any of us.” mina and kirishima co-signed his words with a nod of agreement.

silence surrounded the room, bakugou’s eyes planted on the floor.

he wanted to say because it’s you, beautiful, determinate, fierce, alluring, you. but, instead, the corner of his lip quirked up into a smirk, his eyes dawning onto the golden-haired boy in front of him.

“she’s bearable.”

like always, his words failed to convey his true emotions. bakugou katuski knew you weren’t just bearable. oh no. you were a million things more than that; you were his anchor to his crazed storm.

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