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kxsagi · 1 month ago

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Salutationsss, hiii, I'm the same anon that sent a request, something abt a nerd readerr, I'm sorry for requesting when you weren't taking at the time! I didn't see 😔. But could I req that same trope again?? Thank so much you for your time!

“𝐞𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 🤓☝️”

a/n: hiii you’re all good, but unfortunately i don’t have that request anymore so i’m not sure what specifically you requested

bc of that, i turned this into headcanons and i hope you don’t mind!

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, kaiser michael, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, bachira meguru

isagi yoichi

yoichi thought he was smart until he started dating you. like sure, he knows tactics, he’s got game IQ, but you? you’re out here solving riddles on a whiteboard like it’s nothing.

he once asked if you wanted to watch a documentary with him and you said “only if it’s narrated by joe dispenza or has a plot twist at the 30-minute mark.”

he genuinely thinks you have a superpower. how else do you know this much random stuff?

"you know how many stars are in the milky way galaxy?" you ask. "no," he says. "good. neither do scientists. but i will ruin your sleep schedule by explaining dark matter."

yoichi gets this glazed-over look when you go off, like he’s watching god speak through you.

“bro, how do you know all this?” he whispers in awe as you explain entropy using a sandwich.

he’s not even mad when you correct his grammar in front of people. in fact, he gets a little flustered. "did you just… teach me something in public? … hot. whatwhosaidthat."

itoshi rin

rin fell for you after overhearing you quote dostoevsky and then immediately say “but also, the scooby-doo gang was gay-coded.”

he will die before admitting how hot he finds your brain. like, he’ll glare at you when you start infodumping about the history of the guillotine, but that glare is just him trying not to fall for you.

you send him 20-slide powerpoints at 3 AM about why light yagami was right, and he reads every single one. he’s unwell.

once he saw you organizing your bookshelf by theme, subgenre, and emotional damage, and he just… stood there. watching. blinking.

“you okay?” you ask. “… can i kiss you right now or is that, like, a breach of the fibonacci sequence or whatever.”

he has an entire notes app folder full of weird phrases you say. once you said “i want to kiss you under the fluorescent lights of an abandoned lab” and he had to take a walk.

god help anyone who tries to outsmart you because rin doesn’t even jump in to help. he just steps aside like, “yeah, go ahead. she’s got it.”

itoshi sae

sae met you once and immediately started saying “shut up, nerd” in the most loving tone imaginable.

like yeah he acts unbothered, but if you stop talking about your interests for five seconds he’s like “… why’d you stop?”

you once brought a clipboard and a graph to explain how his sleep schedule is ruining his skin elasticity. he hasn’t eaten sugar since.

he’s obsessed with how you argue. like, someone will say, “i didn’t really like that movie” and you’ll go, “well actually, the entire point of the cinematography was to mimic isolation, so your brain’s just too small for the themes.”

and sae’s in the corner nodding proudly like “yeah. eat ‘em alive, baby.”

he won’t ever admit it out loud, but if you ever stopped being smart? he would simply perish.

also: he absolutely starts fights on twitter just to screenshot them and send them to you like “babe, look what this idiot said. go ruin him.”

kaiser michael

oh he lives for this. the way you ramble about history and sprinkle in “violence”? he is down BAD.

kaiser will interrupt you mid-rant just to be annoying. like you’re explaining molecular structures and he goes “explain it to me like i’m five… and make it sexy.” “the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.” “well then i am the powerhouse of this relationship.” “please stop talking.”

if you cosplay? he is fully in character. fake accent. dramatic monologue. he once spent $200 on a fake sword just to match your anime aesthetic.

calls you “my little google doc” or “professor schatz” in public and refuses to stop.

he 100% cheats off your notes if you take a class together.

also once used your obsession with linguistics as an excuse to kiss you mid-sentence: “wait wait, how do you pronounce lo–” smooch “oops. distracted you. guess i win.”

you're the only person on earth that can out-argue him. and he loves it. even when you humiliate him in a debate club meeting in front of six people. especially then.

mikage reo

rich. nerd. simp. this man once bought you a whiteboard wall so you could explain conspiracy theories and niche film symbolism uninterrupted.

he funds your hobbies like it’s a government project. need 72 highlighters in pastel? boom. got ‘em. a limited edition sailor moon notebook with gold foil? already shipped. “i just need this for journaling, reo.” “you mean world domination. say less.”

he loves pretending he doesn’t understand what you’re talking about just to hear you explain it like a teacher.

he’ll sit there all wide-eyed like, “woah, tell me more about black holes.”

you once built a 3D model of the solar system for fun. he walked in, saw saturn, and said, “hey babe. just like saturn, i’ll adorn you with the most beautiful rings in the universe.”

he once got jealous because you were paying more attention to your manga than him. “you’ve been reading for three hours.” “i’m at the part where they confess their undying love, you can’t interrupt now–” “… i’ll confess my undying love right now if it gets me eye contact.”

nagi seishiro

nagi doesn’t understand a single thing you’re talking about, but he loves the way you talk.

you could be explaining the lifecycle of a parasite and he’d just go “cool... say that again but slower. it sounded pretty.”

he gets very attached to your reading time. you’ll be curled up with a book and he’ll just drape himself over you like a weighted blanket and nap while you whisper lore.

you tried to teach him a game strategy once using chess pieces and he got bored halfway through and started kissing your neck. “sei, focus.” “i am focused. on the smartest person i know.”

he secretly loves it when you make schedules, take notes, organize everything – he feels calmer with your brain leading the way.

you once said, “i’d choose you even in a logic simulation.” and he got so flustered he forgot how to hold his phone for five minutes.

shidou ryusei

you are the one person on earth who intimidates him. not because you’re loud, but because you’re smart and savage.

he’ll say something like “gravity’s a myth” and you’ll deadpan, “so is your personality.”

he flirts with you just to hear what kind of insults you’ll hurl back.

you’ll be like “actually, that’s a misinterpretation of the theory of relativity” and he’ll be like “wow. you wanna kiss me or correct me harder, nerdzilla?”

he once called your bookshelf a “nerd shrine” and you kicked him out. he came back with snacks and a post-it that said “i’ll behave if you teach me about the holy trinity”.

he thinks it’s hilarious when you use big words. starts repeating them wrong on purpose. “you’re being extremely cacophonous right now.” “aw, thanks. i try.”

he says he doesn’t care about your trivia. but the next week, he quotes you during a fight with a ref. “well actually, statistically speaking, you’re 73% more likely to suck.”

karasu tabito

karasu walked in on you doing sudoku while eating spicy ramen and watching a documentary and went, “yep. that’s my girl.”

he teases you constantly but don’t let that fool you – he brags about you to everyone. “yeah, she solved a murder mystery in two minutes. sexy, right?”

he once found your annotated copy of crime and punishment and was like “damn, she’s not just a menace, she’s an educated menace.”

he makes fun of your color-coded calendar, but then uses it religiously.

calls your bookbag your “bat-nerd utility belt.”

you once said “i organize chaos with knowledge” and he choked on his water because how are you both terrifying and hot at the same time.

he 100% made you a trivia quiz as a date activity and cried when you got a perfect score.

“i can’t even spell aesthetic,” he sniffled. “but you… you're a weapon of intellect.”

bachira meguru

bachira thinks your brain is the eighth wonder of the world. he stares at you when you talk like you’re casting a spell.

he mimics you when you start nerding out. “so actually, the evolution of language–”

“babe, are you possessed again? blink twice if you’re still in there.”

he brings you weird niche books from secondhand stores and is like “i got this because it looks cursed. i knew you’d love it.”

he once watched you do a sudoku puzzle and got jealous of the numbers. “why are you smiling at that box like that.”

loves playing study music and drawing you while you read. your “reading face” is his favorite thing ever.

he doesn’t get half the things you say but if someone else calls you a nerd? he’s biting ankles. no hesitation.

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yourlocalangeldoll · 4 months ago

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I BEG FOR 333 LINKS!~~~

Myung gi twitter/x p links

a/n: ughh i hope these are accurate to how you imagine his character ! I noticed i seemed to hold a different view of Myung gi’s character than most of the community heh 😅 i might do some more !

Punishing him because he was being a dick all day

Thank god he didn’t start his stream yet

Idk just Myung gi vibes

The caption is so Myung gi 🤭

Loves when you dress all pretty for him, even if he ends up ruining it 90% of the time:)

Cumming in his boxers

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acid-ixx · 9 months ago

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They aren't finished but I wanted to give you these! They're all WIPS so so far. Some are a bit older and you can tell what the newer ones are that I just made right now.

Thank you for posting a new chapter. It was an amazing read and I just loved it so much! Still trying to find those song references 😂

chapter spoilers and drafts (again &. again)

— masterlist ! ; chapter 4 ; ash's commisions

OH MY GOD THIS IS SUCH A BLESSING??? BANGER AFTER BANGER AFTER BANGER I SWEAR 💞

ash, you have always provided my little fanbase for my series so much food for thought, this is absolutely beautiful in every way. i literally don't care if they're wips or unfinished because either way you always make do with what i write, descriptive or not. i love your artstyle and how soft you draw the mc and how handsome conner is (i literally showed your art off to all my friends). you're so talented and i wish to reciprocate all the efforts you've done for this series 😭

i'm serious. from your portrayal of the mc, to them flying with conner, you never once disappoint anyone.

because of this, i'd like to leak some parts of my story from chapter five and beyond 💕! thank you so much for this, and i hope my yapping below suffices.

major spoilers below the cut!

the graduation photo! i have something planned with that, and i'd delve so much deeper (soon) with just how much a single photo can influence bruce's line of thought once he discovers that picture frame. love how happy mc is in the photo because, for me, it symbolizes them growing up (quite literally) and acknowledging a new path in life, alongside only finding alfred as their only father figure compared to bruce.

you consider yourself reserved, and prefer your life living within the confines of privacy and protection from media exposure. your mother always told you: better safe than sorry once; right after you've asked her about why you can't seem to find personal information about your father when she helped you search him up occasionally.

all the questions you ask her about the lack of your father's preferences — because you merely wanted to know more about him beyond the stories she told you! — she rebutted with a soft smile, a kiss on your head, and an explanation.

she'd warn you about the dangers of media exposure, about how your father and her prefer to keep their relationship a secret, and how too much cameras and paparazzi flashes can blind you.

she said that someone's perception of another person could be ruined once their deepest secrets are revealed. that's why your papa isn't seen beyond the doors of the manor he resides in; because people are attracted to mystery and allure.

hence why she'd restricted you from the usage of any devices within your household during your childhood, other than the excuse of having no money to afford it.

and you always abide by that principle of secrecy; especially right after alfred had saved you from... whatever happened years ago in elementary. from when that man... no, those men knew about your identity...

so, safe to say you were an introvert, at least when it comes to social media. the concept of the fear of missing out never once rattled your brain, no matter how anxious you are whenever you're with your friends; scared that you wouldn't fit in. but they never cared and accepted you with open arms, so it doesn't really matter, no?

you're safe now that you're at metropolis.

and like she always said, better safe than sorry! keep it within you and never out!

so why?

why is it just right after you've opened your twitter app— why is it that your face is plastered all across news accounts?

anyways, the second and third images are so romantic!!! and cute, and cured my depression i swear. i showed this to my one friend and she told me that conner's hand size compared to mc's is straight up hot, and i agree! i love the hand placement, and the way conner holds the mc so softly! yes, i too, would love to touch his man-tits beyond his impeccably tight shirt and play with his hands!

and the cute little panel with him squishing their face and desire their confirmation that, they do, in fact, think they're hot. he's a very insecure man after all, and his self-worth would revolve around your perception of him. he doesn't see you as god, but he doesnt see you as his everything. every opinion matters from you, and that's what makes the green flag part about him.

fun fact about him in the series! he loves to moisturize his hands with lots of skin care products because he read from an article once that some people prefer the feel of soft or moisturized hands. he definitely did not wait for the moment for you to touch him for the first time in forever since he first saw you! yeah, he's a bit more freaky than i let him out to be. the more you're exposed to him, the more you'll learn just how obsessed he is.

as for all the people asking if i'd write more about him: the answer is yes! he's a vital character, so don't worry because he'll appear in many scenes either way. for those concerned about why he didn't save the mc— well, chapter five will explain soon 🩷

and this art perfectly portrays it! it's seen from an outside perspective and they look very pretty, yet from what they see with their eyes is a different thing. the longer you stare at yourself, the more your image is distorted. i intentionally added the flower analogy because flowers are portrayed as pretty, no matter the size and shape. even as they wilt or sag, they still retain some color and a semblance of what was once a history of their prime.

then lastly! the mirror scene. it all returns to chapter three, chapter four was a sequel of their breakdown containing mirrors. reflections and the perception of one self is an important aspect of my series because it reminds me of myself, so them nit-picking each and every insecurity whilst staring at the mirror; that's a scene i wrote based off of a real life experience of mine. having both attractive parents, or those acknowledged as conventionally pretty, whilst being in an environment filled with as equally smart or attractive people, comparing yourself to them all the time, is a struggle.

the only way to make flowers 'ugly' is by destroying them, by stepping on them, ripping them apart, never once caring for them. i think that's very crucial because people do see anything destroyed or stripped away from its foundation a mess, or so. but there's always beauty in everything and i abide by that thought!

again, thank you so much ash for drawing this and bringing my story to life! you, alongside many other users who send in their fanarts, are always such an inspiration for me to write! you guys are the backbone of my series and i stand by my sentence!!! may you get plenty of commissions and plenty of money to support you <333

also, the FLOWER BOTTLE AND THE CAT PAW REFERENCE! i love how everyone accepts that we have a canon cat now based solely off of this. i think that's precious, and having a feline pet is a great little choice for my own plot (just to lessen the pain of the angst).

i hope you enjoyed this little mess rant!

(as for the songs, don't worry, the lyrics become more prevalent for chapter five! chapter four doesn't have any explicit lyrics contained in them, only implications.)

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cptnhngjng · 10 months ago

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Ruin You

Seonghwa breathed against your soft skin. “Makes me want to ruin you.”

Seonghwa got a little nosy

-seonghwa x f!reader -3.5k words -smut, mdni, 18+ only c/w: mommy kink, spitting, pet names (baby, good girl, pretty girl, sweet girl), corruption kink, fingering, kinda mean!seonghwa, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, overstimulation

full version of the wildcard in seonghwa’s a-z

(not proofread, but please enjoy)

There were two things you kept secret from Park Seonghwa. One, the things you wanted to try in the bedroom. And two, the fact that you ran a fan account for him. Honestly you weren’t even sure which one you found more embarrassing. How many people would say they run an account on twitter dedicated to their boyfriend? Albeit, your relationship with Seonghwa is a secret that is kept from everyone except for a handful of people. And the things you were interested in trying in the bedroom weren’t too out there, you thought. Fairly simple, to be quite honest. And you knew Seonghwa wouldn’t judge you—for either thing. In fact, he’d be excited about both. But still…you were scared to have him find out.

There was this specific video of Seonghwa performing MATZ going around from the most recent tour, and it made you think about things. Things you wouldn’t necessarily tell your boyfriend. You looked over at Seonghwa, who was laying in bed next to you, scrolling through his phone. Then you looked back to your phone screen at the video of Seonghwa. At the end of the clip it looked like he was spitting. Which made you think about how you always wanted Seonghwa to spit in your mouth while the two of you were fucking. But you would never tell him that.

Seonghwa was a simple guy and usually kept it fairly vanilla in the bedroom. Sure, the two of you experimented a little bit, but it was things like him restraining your hands or using blindfolds. Nothing dirty. You thought he would think that was gross. So you never brought it up.

You watched the video a couple more times before you decided to quote it.

ngl, kinda need seonghwa to spit in my mouth

You hit post and then locked your phone. If Seonghwa ever found out about this account you would simply die. It’s embarrassing. You felt your cheeks heat up, and you were sure your face was turning red. Closing your eyes, you hope Seonghwa doesn’t notice. You let out a breath before opening your eyes again. Taking a glance over at your boyfriend, he was still preoccupied with his phone, not paying any mind to you.

The screen on your phone lit up as it vibrated, notifying you of a reply to your post. You quickly unlocked your phone and checked your notifications. It was from someone you occasionally talked to online. They liked your posted and had replied:

girl, me too. i would then say “thank you mommy” after he did it.

Well, thank god you weren’t alone with wanting Seonghwa to spit in your mouth. But now you were thinking about something else. You knew Seonghwa had a motherly type of personality and a lot of people called him “mother” and “mommy”, but you never thought too much about it. But seeing your friend bring it up in a situation like this had your mind spiraling. Why did that turn you on?

You bit your lip as you hit reply.

oh! yes! “thank you mommy” for sure. now you got me thinking!!

By now your whole body was heating up. And you felt a little dizzy. You needed to get some water and calm yourself down. So you put your phone down and climbed out of bed.

“Where are you going, love?” Seonghwa asked, feeling you move from you spot. He didn’t look up from his phone.

“J...just a little thirsty. I need some water,” you quickly replied as you scurried out of the room.

Seonghwa made a soft noise in response to you, letting you know that he heard you. He continued to scroll through his phone. You took your time in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water and trying to clear your mind of any dirty thoughts you had. But while you were gone, your phone had started going off nonstop. The notifications were blowing it up. Which caught Seonghwa’s attention.

He thought that something must be wrong and that one of your friends or family members was trying to get a hold of you. He grabbed your phone and unlocked it. (You both knew each other’s passcodes just in case there was ever an emergency). Notifications kept rolling in. Seonghwa then realized that it wasn’t any messages from a friend or family member, nor was it an emergency. They were notifications from twitter.

He didn’t even know you had a twitter account. Now he was curious. What was it that was making your notifications go crazy? Now, Seonghwa definitely respects your privacy and would never snoop around. But something was making him want to check to see what the commotion was. He looked up from your phone to look at the doorway to the bedroom, making sure you weren’t coming back in yet. He then tapped on the app and pulled it up, checking the notifications. Most of them were likes or others sharing what you had posted. Some were replies that were agreeing with you.

He finally clicked on what it was you posted, checking to see what everyone was going on about. Looking back at him was a fancam of him and the words that you wrote. He raised an eyebrow and chuckled. He then read the reply from your friend and your response to them. He couldn’t help but smile. Spitting? Mommy? Oh, he knew what he had to do now.

Seonghwa clicked on your profile and scrolled through, surprised to see that you had a fan account for him. To be quite honest, he found it cute. Endearing, even. Before closing out of the app, he went back to that post again. It was something he never expected from you. He always thought you were on the more innocent side, not really having any interests that weren’t completely vanilla.

Footsteps coming down the hall indicated that you were on your way back. Seonghwa quickly locked your phone and tossed it back to your side of the bed. He grabbed his own phone and pretended to be looking at it. When you walked back into the room, he looked up at you and smiled. He was going to have fun.

Seonghwa rolled onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow. He smiled as you climbed back into bed. “Feeling better, my love?”

You nodded and went to grab your phone. But then Seonghwa took it from your hand and leaned over you, placing it on the nightstand. You raised an eyebrow in confusion at him, but all he did was smile at you. He brushed his fingers through your hair, sweeping the strands behind you ear. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“Hwa?” you questioned, but he responded with a shush. He started placing quick kisses all over your face, before finally making his way back to your lips, where he deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth, exploring it. He pressed his body against yours. Feeling the weight of him against you, you wrapped your arms around his neck. He groaned into the kiss, causing you to smile slightly against his lips.

Seonghwa broke the kiss and pulled away from you. A small whine left you and he smirked as his eyes scanned down your body. His hands found their way under the shirt you were wearing, his fingers cold against your warm skin. Goosebumps covered your skin as you shuddered from the cool sensation. He leaned down and nipped at your neck, before placing kisses across your soft skin.

His hands slid up your torso, bringing your shirt along with them, exposing your body to him. You sat up slightly, allowing Seonghwa to fully remove the piece of clothing from you, him haphazardly tossing it somewhere in the room. Your breasts were pressed together by the dark bra that you were wearing. Seonghwa grabbed them with his hands, squeezing them slightly. He placed a kiss on your collar bone before trailing down to your chest, where he pulled down the material holding your tits together. He licked at one as he palmed the other, causing your nipples to perk up from the stimulation and the cold air.

“Ah, Hwa!” You moaned out as he started to suck on your nipple. You arched you back and you grabbed onto his long hair. You felt him smirk against your skin before he let go of your nipple with a wet pop and moved to your other one. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud before he nipped at it, causing you to let out a high pitched whimper.

“You are so beautiful, y/n,” Seonghwa breathed against your soft skin. “Makes me want to ruin you.”

You felt heat rush between your legs. Your fingers gripped his hair tightly, causing him to hum satisfyingly against your chest. “Seonghwa, please,” you begged. “Need you so bad!”

Seonghwa’s hands made their way behind you, fiddling with the clasps of your bra, finally undoing it and tossing it aside. He sat up on his knees and watched you with dark eyes. You were leaning back on your elbows, chest rising and falling as you breathed heavily. The way he was looking at you was full of hunger and desire. Whatever he had planned for you, it was going to definitely ruin you.

His smirk only grew bigger, making you gulp in anticipation. He brought a hand to your cheek as he cupped it softly, his eyes falling to your lips. He bit his lip for a moment as if he were thinking.

“Be a good girl,” he said, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip. You looked up at him with wide eyes. “Be a good girl for Mommy, yeah?”

Your mouth fell open in surprise. Did he just say “mommy”? The heat between your legs was growing, and you squeezed your thighs together. It turned you on way more than you ever expected. Seonghwa let out a low chuckle at your reaction, pleased with the blush forming across your cheeks. His eyes fluttered down to your bottom half, seeing how you have your legs tightly pressed together.

“Did my baby like that?” he teased, grabbing on to your thighs and prying them apart. He pulled at the waistband of the shorts you were wearing and started to pull them down, leaving you in just your light pink panties. They were just simple cotton panties, but Seonghwa loved them nonetheless. He thought they were cute. It was pure and innocent—unlike the thoughts you were having of him.

“Need you to answer me,” Seonghwa commanded, gripping your face with his hand. You nodded and whimpered out a quiet “yes”. But that didn’t satisfy him. He gripped your face tighter, making you look directly into his eyes. “What was that? I don’t think I heard you, baby girl.”

“Y-yes, mommy!” You exclaimed.

Seonghwa let go of your face and softly tapped your cheek with his palm. “That’s my good girl,” he purred.

At this point you had closed your legs again, trying to get some relief. You felt yourself getting incredibly wet—more wet than you have ever been before. Seonghwa took notice of your legs pressed tightly together and shook his head disapprovingly. “Open up.”

You moved your legs apart, revealing the wet patch that formed on your panties. Seonghwa pressed his fingers against it, with a smile playing on his full lips. He pulled your panties to the side, exposing your drenched cunt to him. His fingers brushed against your folds, collecting your slick. You bucked your hips, wanting to feel more from him.

“Look at you baby girl, so wet for Mommy and I haven’t even done anything yet.” He pushed your hips back down against the mattress with his free hand as he slowly pushed two fingers into your aching core.

“Seonghwa, please!” you called out as he started to pump his fingers in and out. But then he stopped and removed his fingers from you. You whined at the emptiness.

“Hm? Who?” Seonghwa muttered before sucking your juices off his fingers and smirking at you. He loomed over you, before grabbing onto your face again. You felt a shiver go through your body. You’ve never seen Seonghwa act like this before, but you were liking it.

“Mommy, please!” You corrected yourself.

He held your chin between his thumb and finger, You could tell he was thinking, thinking about his next move. You let out the breath you unknowingly were holding. His thumb brushed against your lip again before he pushed it into your mouth, forcing it open. “Open wide, my love,” he said.

You opened your mouth, tongue sticking out some. Before you knew it, Seonghwa had gotten close to your face and suddenly you felt his saliva fall into your open mouth. His spit mixed with your juices that he had just sucked off his fingers.

“Swallow it, pretty girl. Mommy’s special gift just for you,” he chuckled darkly.

You closed your mouth quickly and swallowed, tasting his saliva on your tongue. You closed your eyes, savoring it. A quiet moan erupted from you, surprising both you and him.

“So dirty,” Seonghwa chortled. “Who knew my baby was secretly such a dirty girl.” He kissed you hard, taking your bottom lip between his teeth.

He rested his knee between your legs, putting the ever slightest bit of pressure against your core; it was making your head spin. You grinded against him, wanting to feel some kind of relief. He pressed himself more into you, enjoying having you rut against his thigh like some dog in heat. “Look at you, you dirty little slut. Trying to get yourself off by humping my leg,” he teased; his voice was raspy, making you feel dizzy.

“M-mommy, please,” you whined, continuing to rub yourself against Seonghwa. “I need you in me, please.”

Seonghwa pulled away from you; your slick was covering the grey material of his sweatpants. He clicked his tongue at you. “You are so needy, look at you. You ruined your panties and my sweats.”

He reached towards the waistband of your panties and slid them down. You lifted yourself some to help him rid you of the garment. You were finally fully exposed, and Seonghwa smiled, taking in the sight of your leaking pussy in front of him. He licked his lips before he placed a few quick kisses to your thigh, trailing upwards. When he finally made it to your pussy, you could feel his hot breath against you. His long fingers spread you apart, watching as you clenched around nothing, desperate to feel something.

You rolled your hips, trying to get Seonghwa to do more. To do anything. You were going insane from the teasing. You looked down at Seonghwa as he rested between your legs; he was concentrating, his lips pursed. You watched as he opened his lips and saliva spilled from them, landing right on your spread folds. The warm liquid seeped down over your pussy, mixing with your slick. Then he leaned in closer to your core, licking a strip up through the wetness, before stopping at your clit and giving it a harsh suck.

The noise that you made was loud and was a mix between a moan and a whimper. Your back arched as your fingers found their way to Seonghwa’s hair. The strands twisted around your fingers as you pushed his face further into your cunt. He hummed against you, the vibrations making your toes curl. The knot in your stomach tightened as you felt your first orgasm approaching. Seonghwa continued to attack your clit with his mouth as his fingers prodded at your entrance. He started to pump his fingers, curling them just slightly making sure he hit exactly where he needed to bring you to you climax. Your vision went white as you reached your high. Your pussy clenched around Seonghwa’s fingers as he slowed his pace, letting you ride out your orgasm.

When Seonghwa pulled away from you, his face and hand were covered in your juices. He licked his hand clean before wiping his face. “You taste so good, baby. I should let you taste, too,” he said as he hovered over you. He gripped your face, forcing your mouth open again. You watched as he gathered the saliva in his mouth. The wad of spit fell from his lips as it landed into your open mouth. You rolled the saliva around your mouth, tasting both you and him on your tongue, before finally swallowing.

“You are being such a good girl for Mommy,” Seonghwa cooed as he caressed your cheek. “I think it’s time I finally give you what you need.”

You felt tears welling up in your eyes. You were so desperate to feel his cock fill you up. “Please, I’ve been such a good girl. I need you in me,” you whispered, feeling a tear escape and roll down your cheek.

Seonghwa wiped the tear away with his thumb before finally pulling his pants and boxers down, freeing his achingly hard cock. With an angry tip and precum leaking, he lined himself up with your entrance. Wanting to tease you one more time, he rubbed his tip against your slick folds, causing you to whine slightly.

“Let me hear you say it one more time, my sweet girl,” Seonghwa edged you on, resting his tip right at your entrance.

“Mommy, please. Need your cock in me, fill me up, please!” You begged.

“Good girl,” he uttered before finally pushing his cock fully into you, filling you to the brim. You screamed his name as you felt him stretch you out. Seonghwa pulled back out before slamming into you again. Your eyes rolled back as you felt him brush against your warm walls. He continued to thrust into you, letting out low grunts each time his cock pushed into you.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. Seonghwa’s hand slipped between your bodies as he found way to your clit. His fingertips circled the sensitive nub, bringing you closer to the edge. He was getting close too, with the way your pussy was squeezing his cock. His thrusts were starting to get sloppy.

Seonghwa leaned down and gave you a quick kiss. “Cum for me baby. Cum for mommy,” he urged you on. With one last thrust, you hit your climax. Your eyes rolled back as your body trembled from the orgasm. Seonghwa came right afterwards, filling you up with his hot, white seed. Your cunt clenched around him, milking him of every last drop, filling you to the brim.

He pulled out and watched as his cum started to leak out of your abused hole. He took two fingers and pushed his cum back into your pussy, making you whine out from the overstimulation of his fingers fucking into your sensitive core. Your legs quivered as he continued to thrust his fingers into you. You weren’t sure if you could handle any more. A cry escaped your throat as you grabbed Seonghwa’s hand, trying to stop him. “T-too much, Hwa,” you sobbed.

Seonghwa immediately stopped and pulled your body close. He brushed his fingers through your hair as you clung to him. Soft whispers of praise filled the room as he tried to calm you down. “I’m so sorry, baby,” Seonghwa whispered, worried that he went too far.

“It’s okay, Hwa,” you reassured him, placing a kiss to his jawline. “Just too sensitive.”

He softly laid your body down on the bed, treating you as if you were made of glass and would break. A few soft kisses were shared before he got out of bed. Seonghwa walked into the bathroom and started to run a bath, wanting to make sure you got the best aftercare he could give you. As the bath continued to fill, he came back into the bedroom to get you. He carried you into the bathroom and sat you gently into the tub. He stepped into the tub along with you and sat behind you, placing you between his legs.

With your back pressed against his chest, he placed a kiss to your shoulder. “Did you like that?” He asked, breaking the silence.

“Yeah,” you whispered, suddenly feeling embarrassed. It was like Seonghwa had somehow read your mind and found out what you were in to.

“I think you should say ‘Thank you, Mommy’,” he teased, his fingers trailing down your arm before interlacing them with yours.

You gasped and turned around to look at Seonghwa. You softly smacked his chest. “Park Seonghwa, you snooped didn’t you?”

“It’s so cute that you have a fan account for me, baby,” he chuckled. “Maybe next time, tell me what you want to try instead of tweeting it out for a bunch of strangers to see.” He kissed your temple and you sighed contently as you leaned into him.

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rodentcarnival · 3 months ago

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Throw money at your problems | Hanni Pham

summary: when you spill coffee on hanni by accident and instead of being normal you just throw money at her and become her biggest fan

warnings: none

tags: rich!y/n, idol!hanni, bit of crack

wc: 1.6k

rich people are known for being a bit out of touch with the general population. often not caring about what others do.

hanni wouldn’t say her girlfriend was heartless. quite the opposite actually.

in fact every time njz had a concert, right in the front row disguised as an extremely aggressive fansite was y/n, the same girl who now ran a twitter account with over 20k followers solely dedicated to posting hd pictures of hanni.

and to be honest, the pictures were hd. 4k. cinematic. most fans wondered what kind of job these fansites had to afford front row tickets, thousand dollar lenses, and the free time to follow their idol 24/7.

the answer? being the chaebol daughter of samsung. y/n lee.

you met hanni at a coffee shop. well, outside of one.

she went to open the door. you meanwhile, were sprinting out with zero spatial awareness and a hot cup of coffee in hand.

CRASH!

and there goes your coffee and your new shirt.

“I’M SO SORRY OH MY GOD HERE TAKE THIS,” you shouted, practically deafening hanni as you pulled a stack of bills from your wallet and shoved them into her hands without counting.

“i’m so sorry i should’ve looked where i was going, here i hope this covers everything i just ruined.”

to be fair, most of the coffee ended up on you and your expensive ass clothes that probably cost more than the coffee shop itself but that didn't matter to you. what mattered to you was that you just crashed into someone.

hanni blinked at the wad of cash in her hands.

“no this is way too much! this shirt was like fourteen bucks. i thrifted it! i’m good i swear.”

you tilted your head. “huh? aren’t shirts like... seven hundred at least?”

and that’s when hanni realized: oh. this girl is rich rich.

if only she knew she had just crashed into the y/n lee. heir to a tech empire. a girl who had never taken public transport and once thought a bag of chips cost $70.

you weren’t really allowed to leave the house alone. being a billion dollar baby made you prime kidnapping material. so sneaking out to buy coffee? this was your rebellious arc.

“are you okay? the coffee didn’t burn you or anything?” hanni asked, genuinely concerned, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

you froze.

was this what love at first sight felt like?

“oh don’t worry about it,” you replied, despite the steam still rising off your clothes. “i didn’t like this outfit anyway.”

“really,” hanni laughed, “you look like you walked out of a fashion magazine.”

“this old thing?” you waved her off, praying she didn’t look too closely at the branding.

“here, i really can’t take this much money.”

before she could return the cash, you scribbled your number on one of the bills.

“in case that’s not enough to replace your shirt,” you grinned. “feel free to text me. you’re really pretty by the way!”

and then you ran. just full on sprinted back to your penthouse before your bodyguards realized you weren’t still fake shitting in the bathroom.

they probably thought you had ibs or something.

hanni stood there, stunned.

“…what the fuck?”

you couldn’t stop thinking about her.

sure, maybe it was the mild concussion, or the $9,000 you accidentally gave away, but still. she seemed familiar.

so like any normal person, you spent the next three hours doomscrolling the internet looking through girl group rosters.

you were about to give up when you saw a thumbnail:

“OMG - hanni fancam ”

IT’S HER.

click.

you watched the entire performance. and then again. and then you had a crisis because the camera quality was not up to your standards. you could do better. you would do better.

and that’s how you became a fansite. not because you needed the money, but because you needed her.

COUGH, i mean you needed to show the world what she looked like in better quality. yeah totally what you meant.

meanwhile at the dorms, hanni walked in with literal stacks of cash.

“hey hanni, did you get my iced… what the hell,” minji paused mid sentence.

“did you rob a bank?” dani asked, squinting at her.

“she just... kept giving me money,” hanni muttered. “like, an endless amount. like, rich rich. like old money rich.”

hanni dropped the bills on the floor. one fluttered open, revealing your number.

“uhh... unnie,” hyein said, holding up her phone. “you might wanna see what dispatch just posted.”

BREAKING NEWS: bystander captures njz’s hanni pham and samsung heiress y/n lee talking outside a coffeeshop. new brand deal or new romance? 👀💞

“WHAT?! NO. NOTHING HAPPENED. IT WAS JUST SPILLED COFFEE,” hanni shrieked.

“spilled coffee and got a number,” minji smirked.

“guys it wasn’t like that-”

buzz.

manager: we need to talk.

“ah shit.”

turns out when you're a walking headline, things escalate. fast.

you were summoned to your dad’s office, where he scowled behind a desk made of mahogany and your mistakes.

“y/n,” he sighed. “explain yourself.”

you fiddled with your sleeves. “i just wanted coffee. and to... touch grass.”

“you know how dangerous it is out there. if they don’t kidnap you, they’ll record you and put some nasty headline up.”

“i know,” you mumbled. “i won’t go out again.”

you were absolutely going out again.

“we’ll fix it,” your dad sighed. “maybe a brand collab. make it look like a business meeting.”

“sure, yes, perfect. thank you, love you.”

he narrowed his eyes. “and y/n?”

“yeah?”

“stop pretending to shit for three hours.”

NAUR! WHYYY!

“okay…”

obviously, you went out again.

njz had a performance at kbs that weekend, and you had a front row ticket, the world’s most obnoxiously expensive camera, and a trench coat disguise. you also wore sunglasses indoors. you looked like a a person clearly trying to disguise themselves.

you weren’t sure why you were doing all this.

oh wait. yes, you were. because the most perfect girl to ever exist is performing.

you tried your best to capture every frame of her performance. even if your photos turned out a bit blurry and you nearly dropped the camera twice.

you were packing up when-

“Y/N. I KNOW YOU’RE HERE.”

...shit.

you turned. your bodyguards.

“y/n, don’t make this difficult.”

“LOOK. A BIBLICALLY ACCURATE ANGEL!” you shouted, pointing dramatically behind them and sprinting in the opposite direction.

now if only you remembered the mask part of your disguise and idk maybe not wear a big ass bright neon yellow highlighter hoodie. god forbid a girl wants to make a statement.

seeing a trashcan on the way out there was only one reasonable choice, instead of throwing away the heavy ass backpack that was slowing you down, you decided its way more reasonable to throw away the hoodie your wearing.

there was no way in hell you were gonna throw away the pictures you worked so hard for.

on second thought… taking your backpack off and sliding out the sd card from the camera.

HAZZAH! problem solved, and just like that you just threw away a $10,000 camera but whatever you'll just buy another one.

“YN STOP RUNNING”, with now multiple people running after you

FUCK HOWS THERE MORE PEOPLE?!?!? IS HE SELF REPRODUCING IN FRONT OF MY EYES OR SOMETHING

running into the back of the building you open a door that maybe was labeled “staff only” but you're basically vip. you kept running until you burst through a random door and-

five members of njz stared at you.

you stared back.

“uhhh.”

“SECURITY?” minji started.

“WAIT,” hanni said, eyes widening. “you’re the girl i spilled coffee on!”

“yeah... hi again.” you said sheepishly, i mean you did just run into her room like a mad man.

heavy footsteps pounded down the hallway. you heard voices shouting your name.

panicking, you dove behind a curtain. hanni followed, pulling it shut.

“who’s chasing you?!”

“just... some snitches with walkie talkies.”

before hanni could question any further, your body guards ran into the room.

“excuse me you aren't supposed to be in here” dani points at the guards, they brush her off, not caring.

“we thought we saw… a person of interest walking in here.”

“you saw wrong” haerin states flatly.

you start backing up more into the corner not before dropping your phone.

“whats that noise” they approach your location closing in on the curtain in the corner.

“fuck, what do i do?” you looked at hanni, panicked.

and before you could even blink she pulls you in for a kiss with her back to the curtain, pinning you against the wall with her back to the curtain and her hands cupping your face.

you were frozen. possibly dead.

a guard yanked the curtain back.

“gotcha- OH. sorry! my apologies ma’am!”

hanni turned, shielding you from being seen. “what the fuck is wrong with you? what if someone was actually changing?!”

the guard mumbled something and ran away, exiting the change room.

silence.

you blinked at hanni. she blinked back.

“uh,” you said with your face as red as a tomato.

“so… wanna hang out sometime?” she grinned.

“yes.”

flash forward to now: you sit in the crowd again. mask on, giant camera lens ready. you're basically undercover. you post every photo to your now very popular fansite account. hanni always likes the posts.

she still teases you about kissing you first. you tell her you saved the sd card from that day.

and sure, you still don’t know how to say “i love you” often, or express in words how much you adore her,

but you do know how to buy out multiple billboards for her birthday.

and maybe... that's the same thing.

kind of.

right?

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kathlare · 1 month ago

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pretty please can we have a chapter where amelie attends the austrian gp, love your writing and every single chapter you write is amazing ❤️

Awww thank you so much for the love!! 🥹❤️ I’m so happy you’re enjoying the story — it means the world to me truly!!

And yesss, your wish is my command 🫡 Here you have the chapter where Amelie attends the Austrian GP!! I had so much fun writing this one. I hope you love it as much as I loved putting it together. Let me know what you think, and as always, my requests are wide open 💕

so high school

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie makes her way to the Austrian Grand Prix, buzzing with anticipation and dramatic flair.

Wordcount: 6.0 k

Warnings: none

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June 29th, 2025 - Spielberg, Austria

The Austrian hills rolled by in lush green waves outside the car windows, all golden light and blooming meadows, but Amelie wasn’t paying attention to any of it. She was practically vibrating in her seat, a wide grin stretched across her face, fingers drumming excitedly against the armrest like a five-year-old hopped up on sugar.

—Are we almost there?— she asked for what had to be the fourth time in the last ten minutes.

Carmen, riding shotgun in the rental SUV, turned around with a warm, knowing smile. —You asked that five minutes ago. And five minutes before that.—

—Yeah, but I wasn’t as close to completely combusting back then,— Amelie huffed, dramatically throwing her head back against the seat. —You don’t understand. It’s been, like… days. I’m feral. I’m about to chew through this seatbelt.—

George let out a wheezy laugh from the driver’s seat. —You’ve been apart for what? Four days? Five? Are you always this dramatic, or is it just Lando-specific?—

—Excuse me, George Russell, I am always this dramatic. But Lando makes it worse,— Amelie declared proudly, popping a piece of gum in her mouth like it would help with the hyperactivity. —He looked too good in that new kit. Did you see the photos? The abs? The smirk? I saw Jesus for a second.—

—Oh, I saw them,— Carmen said, exchanging a look with George. —I think the entire female population of Twitter saw them. And saved them. And maybe screen-recorded that one slo-mo clip.—

—Honestly, someone should have called the UN,— Amelie said, blowing a bubble. —There are rules, you know? He can’t just be out here looking like that when I’m not around to ruin it for him.—

George let out another laugh. —You sound like Max. He wouldn’t shut up all dinner about you two. Said he was sick of walking in on “sexual tension via emoji.”—

—To be fair,— Carmen added, —you guys are kind of the worst at pretending you’re being subtle.—

—WE ARE SO SUBTLE,— Amelie protested loudly.

George snorted. —You literally sent him a selfie with your tongue out and the caption “you’re lucky I’m not there or you’d be crawling by now.” While he was sitting next to Max. At a formal dinner. With executives. And the FIA president.—

—Max deserves it for being nosy,— Amelie grinned. —And Lando deserves it for making me insane. Fair punishment all around.—

They drove on, the landscape flattening out as they neared the Red Bull Ring, the familiar sight of the paddock starting to peek through the hills. The sky was streaked with soft orange, the sun just starting to dip, and Amelie leaned forward between the two front seats like a child spotting Disneyland.

—Oh my god, it’s right there. Do I jump out now? I can tuck and roll. Land on the grass. Reapply lipstick on impact.—

—We’re not letting you break your neck before you even kiss him,— Carmen said firmly, one hand resting lightly on her arm to keep her from unbuckling early. —Though, honestly, it would be so on brand.—

George glanced at her in the rearview mirror. —What’s the game plan anyway? You sneaking up on him? Dramatic entrance? Confetti cannon? Flash mob?—

Amelie’s eyes glittered with mischief. —I was going to be lowkey. But then I remembered who I am.—

Carmen grinned. —So, chaos.—

—Exactly.—

George made a grand, sarcastic gesture. —Well, my Lady of Chaos, allow me to escort you to your battlefield.—

As they passed through the paddock gates, Amelie sat up straighter, adjusting her sunglasses and running a hand through her hair like she was about to walk a runway instead of into her boyfriend’s arms. She was practically bouncing in her seat.

George parked near the designated entrance for VIPs, the sun now casting a soft golden hue over the paddock as the evening energy picked up—last-minute team meetings, sponsors mingling, and media crews starting their wrap-ups.

As they climbed out of the SUV, Amelie smoothed down her outfit and adjusted her oversized sunglasses with theatrical flair.

—Alright,— she said, striking a ridiculous power pose, —let’s go pretend I didn’t almost pee myself on the drive over from excitement.—

Carmen laughed, looping her arm through Amelie’s as they started toward the entrance.

—You did amazing, sweetie. Very composed. No one would guess you considered army-crawling to his garage.—

George walked a few paces ahead, scanning the crowd before spinning dramatically on his heel to face them. —Well, my dears, this is where I leave you. Mercedes Garage calls. Toto gets twitchy if we’re not ten minutes early.—

Amelie gave him a mock-salute. —Tell Toto I say hi. And that he’s invited to our wedding if he behaves.—

George rolled his eyes. —You haven’t even said hi to your boyfriend yet and you’re planning the wedding.—

—Don’t be jealous because my emotional support himbo is hotter than yours,— Amelie teased.

—You literally just called him a menace for existing. And then swooned.—

—Multitudes, George. I contain multitudes.—

He just shook his head and leaned down to hug both her and Carmen.

—Good luck in there. Try not to get arrested for public horniness.—

Amelie smirked. —No promises.—

With a final wave, George slipped into the sea of black and teal, disappearing toward the Mercedes garage. Carmen and Amelie turned, making their way in the opposite direction toward the Paddock Club entrance where their coffee haven awaited.

The second they stepped in, Amelie grabbed Carmen’s arm in a panic.

—Wait. Stop. I see a papaya shirt. Abort mission.—

Carmen followed her gaze. A McLaren junior staffer with orange stitching on his polo.

—That’s not him. That’s like... the intern. Calm down.—

—I can’t risk it,— Amelie whispered, flattening against a wall like she was evading a security camera. —If I see him before I’m ready, I might actually combust and take the entire grid with me.—

—You literally FaceTimed him in your towel last week. What do you need to be “ready” for?—

—I need to be cinematic, Carmen. This is our Austria reunion arc.—

Carmen just shook her head, laughing as she led Amelie by the elbow through a quiet corridor.

Every time they passed someone in even vaguely orange gear, Amelie flinched dramatically.

—Oh my god. That guy’s got a papaya lanyard. Is that illegal? Can they just wear those out in the open? What if he reports back to Lando? I’m supposed to be stealth.—

—You’re literally dressed like a paparazzi’s dream and carrying a purse that costs more than my car. There’s nothing stealth about you.—

Amelie gasped. —Rude. This purse is vintage. It’s an investment.—

—Investment in what? Dramatic reunions?—

—Exactly.—

They finally reached the Paddock Club terrace, the scent of espresso and overpriced vegan pastries wafting through the air like a siren song.

Carmen steered her to the coffee bar, already chuckling as Amelie ducked behind a column like it was enemy territory.

—Okay, soldier,— Carmen said, already grabbing two oat lattes, —you can come out now. The coast is clear. Lando isn’t going to bust through a wall like the Kool-Aid man.—

—You say that, but I’ve seen him sprint to a snack table before. Man’s got speed.—

Carmen handed her a latte. —Drink this and breathe. You’ll see him soon. And you’ll probably make someone cry in the process. Hopefully Max.—

—That’s the goal,— Amelie said with a dreamy sigh, taking her first sip. —I want to break his brain just a little. Remind him what he’s missing.—

—He’s not missing anything. He’s been pacing like a nervous meerkat all day.—

Amelie smiled into her coffee, cheeks already pink.

—Good. Let him suffer a little. Builds character.—

They leaned against the railing, watching the paddock buzz below them as Amelie fiddled with her phone—scrolling past the texts she hadn’t answered on purpose. Not because she didn’t want to, but because she wanted to show up.

Not as a message bubble.

But as her.

In person. Loud. Ridiculous. In love.

And very, very ready to remind Lando Norris exactly who he belonged to.

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wagsaroundtheworld: Amelie Dayman spotted in the paddock today for race day in Austria — her only GP day this weekend.

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f1gfenergy: amelie showing up fresh off a runway just to cheer for her man like 😭 mother never rests → paddockclown: @f1gfenergy she clocked out of fashion week and straight into girlfriend duties LMAOO → amelieupdates: @f1gfenergy and she’s doing both flawlessly btw

lanmeliactive: if he wins today we all know who to thank

gridbaddie: she’s got the f1 girlie schedule DOWN: paris on thursday, paddock on sunday → tifositerror: @gridbaddie she’s in her global wag era

daymansupremacy: she said “bonjour paris” and “hallo austria” all in the same weekend like it’s nothing → stan4style: @daymansupremacy she’s got a better flight schedule than half the grid 💀

blondevillainarc: the way she pulled up for ONE day and still outdressed everyone bye → lanofan666: @blondevillainarc Lando winning in life fr → amescore: @blondevillainarc it’s giving runway to racetrack realness 👠🏁

melieditzz: she was on the front row in paris and now she’s trackside in austria… RANGE → lanluvrrr: @melieditzz no one’s doing it like her → trackbabe69: @melieditzz she’s not a wag she’s a weapon

tifosiprincess: not her showing up to bless the paddock for ONE day and outshining the entire grid → lanielicious: @tifosiprincess podiums tremble in her presence → pitlanechaos: @tifosiprincess respectfully… girlboss behavior 💅🏁

lanmeliecore: she RAN from fashion week to the paddock like it was a second job 😭 → wagwarrior: @lanmeliecore and still looked better than everyone who’s been here all weekend

sunnyfornando: she flew from paris to austria for ONE DAY just to be in his corner 😭 → lanbaby: @sunnyfornando soulmate behavior actually → mclarwags: @sunnyfornando she’s his lucky charm and he knows it

lanluvletters: her being in paris and still showing up here >>> → gridgossip: @lanluvletters she’s mothering across timezones

gridwifeupdates: amelie literally landed in austria 12 hours ago and still looks like she walked out of vogue → jetlagwho: @gridwifeupdates queen said no sleep, just slay → lanmama: @gridwifeupdates lando’s real race is keeping up with her at this point

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Lando was pacing in his driver’s room, a resistance band looped around his forearms while Jon counted off his warm-up reps.

—Last set, Lan,— Jon said, clapping once. —Let’s get those shoulders nice and loose.—

Lando grunted and pushed through, his muscles burning with the kind of tension that had nothing to do with physical strain. His mind was elsewhere. More specifically: not here. His jaw was tight. His breathing short. His phone had been flipped over on the little table next to the couch, but he kept glancing at it like he could will it to light up.

Still nothing.

No call. No text. No anything.

He’d sent a simple “goodnight, love you” text the night before. Then a “good morning, sunshine” one this morning. Then a “miss you” with a sleepy selfie just before entering the paddock. And after the drivers parade? A “wish you were here” because that’s all he could think about when the garage erupted and Amelie wasn’t there, squeezing his hand under the table or jumping on his back like a maniac.

Nothing.

Not even a damn emoji.

—You okay?— Jon asked casually as Lando dropped the band with a sigh and wiped his hands on his shorts.

—Yeah,— Lando replied, way too fast to be believable. —Just… y’know. Race brain.—

Jon gave him a look like, sure, mate. —You’ve been checking that phone every twenty seconds. She’ll call.—

Lando flopped down on the little bench against the wall, rubbing a hand over his face. His cap was pulled low over his curls, hiding how anxious his eyes looked. He felt it in his chest, tight and unshakable.

Something just felt… off.

He’d been okay this morning. Buzzing after pole. Focused. Dialed in.

But now?

His whole team was acting weird. Not like… suspicious. Just weird. Quiet glances. Half smiles. His dad even gave him a thumbs up earlier with this awkward grin like he’d just stolen a cookie and was waiting to get caught.

And still — no Amelie.

Lando glanced at his phone again.

Still nothing.

He let out a breath and leaned forward, elbows on knees, staring at the ground like it had answers. His mind was racing faster than he would be in an hour. Amelie never ghosted him. Ever. Even when she was swamped at Fashion Week or in a million fittings or pressed between makeup and hair calls, she’d send a heart, a stupid meme, a voice note of her yawning dramatically and calling him “babyface.”

But since last night?

Radio silence.

He’d gone to bed thinking she’d just fallen asleep early. Fine. But waking up and still nothing? That wasn’t like her. She knew how he got before races. Especially now. Especially after pole.

He picked up his phone again, unlocked it, and stared at the last message he’d sent.

Lan🧡: Wish you were here today. I feel like a little kid without his blanket. 🧸

No read receipt. Nothing.

He debated calling. Again. For the fifth time.

But Ash gave him a warning glance, sensing it, even without looking.

—Focus, Lando. She’s probably just caught up with something. Paris is mad this week, isn’t it?—

Lando exhaled hard through his nose. —Yeah. Yeah, I know. I just… fuck, I just need to hear her voice. Even just for a second.—

Ash didn’t push. He just handed Lando a cold water bottle and nodded toward the speaker where the pre-race playlist was playing, a little too low to distract him.

Jon walked in next, holding a printout and wearing his usual headset. He said something about race strategy, about tyres, about track temp—Lando only caught about 30% of it.

Because Adam was in the corner. His dad. Standing awkwardly by the door, arms crossed, pretending to scroll through his phone but absolutely not looking at anything.

Lando narrowed his eyes.

—What’s up with you lot today?— he asked suddenly, making Jon pause mid-stretch. —You’re all acting like… weird. Smiling weird. Talking weird. Dad literally fist-bumped me earlier like he’s never met me before.—

Adam glanced up like a deer caught in headlights. —What? No, just… proud of you, mate. Pole. You know. Big deal.—

—You’ve seen me on pole before,— Lando said, squinting at him. —You looked like you were about to cry or commit a felony. Which is it?—

Ash laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. —You're just... really focused today. That’s all. We’re giving you space.—

Bullshit. Absolute bullshit.

But he didn’t push. His head wasn’t in the space to decode it. Not when his girlfriend was missing and he felt like he was walking into a race with one shoe untied and the other made of lead.

He checked the time.

Five minutes until he had to get to the garage.

He stood, pacing again, chewing the inside of his cheek. Fuck it.

He hit her contact.

Dialing.

He stood up again, restless, hands on his hips as he started pacing the room in short strides. The thrum of the paddock outside buzzed faintly through the walls—media calls, grid preparations, the low hum of engines tuning up—but all Lando could hear was the static in his head.

Where the fuck was she?

He stopped by the table, picked up his phone again, and opened her messages. His last four texts sat there, all delivered. No read receipts. Nothing blue. Just silence.

Lando locked his phone with a frustrated sigh and tossed it gently onto the bench.

—Lan,— Ash called gently from the door, leaning against the frame with a Gatorade in hand, —we're heading out in fifteen. You need anything?—

—No, I’m good. Just… give me a sec.—

Ash gave him a small, knowing nod and closed the door behind him.

As soon as it clicked shut, Lando let his head fall back against the wall, his fingers fiddling with the hem of his fireproofs. He hated this. The not-knowing. The overthinking. His mind kept coming back to her—was she okay? Did something happen? Did she eat something weird? Did she get sick?

Did she just… forget?

No. That wasn’t her. Amelie never forgot. Especially not when it was race day and he was on pole.

Lando’s mind flicked to a hundred different memories at once. Her in his hoodie, her late-night voice notes when he couldn’t sleep, her showing up to his races in sunglasses way too big for her face and cheering louder than anyone in the paddock. Her teasing him about his helmet hair. Her pressing her hands to his cheeks before every quali with that soft, certain voice: you’ve got this, baby.

Fuck, he needed her voice. Just something.

And then Adam Norris peeked his head in.

—Hey, kiddo. You ready?—

Lando turned, giving his dad a short nod, eyes sharp but tired. —Yeah. Almost.—

Adam stepped in fully, and Lando instantly clocked it—something was off. His dad’s grin was too careful. Too deliberate.

—You okay?— Lando asked, narrowing his eyes.

—Course. Just proud of you.— Adam clapped him on the shoulder, holding it a beat too long before stepping back. —You’ve been incredible this weekend.—

—Thanks, Dad,— Lando said, eyebrows still furrowed. Then, —You’re being weird.—

Adam laughed, scratching the back of his neck. —Just nerves. Your mum’s already crying at home, by the way. Pole sitter, look at you.—

Lando didn’t laugh. His eyes flicked back to the phone.

Adam noticed.

—Still no word from her?—

Lando nodded tightly. —Nothing. Since last night.—

Adam opened his mouth, then promptly shut it. Clearly catching himself before he said too much.

Lando narrowed his eyes again. —Okay, now you’re really being weird. What’s going on? Why do you all look like you’re about to burst into giggles? Even Jon’s being awkward and he’s usually chill as fuck.—

Adam smiled, eyes soft. —Just… trust today. She’s not far, alright? And you’re going to want to be focused for this race. You’ve earned this, Lan.—

And before Lando could press him further, Jon stepped back in.

—Alright. Time to head out. Let’s go make this count, yeah?—

Lando nodded, but his stomach was still tight, his chest still anxious.

As he walked down the corridor toward the grid with his team, Adam by his side, Jon tossing encouragement over his shoulder, the pit building buzzing with anticipation—there was still no word from her.

But now… there was a flicker of something else in his gut.

A hunch.

A whisper of a maybe.

Because Adam never acted like that unless something was brewing.

And Amelie… well, she did always love a dramatic entrance.

Still, as he stepped onto the grid and began the final pre-race rituals, helmet in hand, gloves tucked under his arm, he found himself glancing at the paddock entrance more than once.

Just in case.

Just in fucking case.

Because he didn’t need much.

He just needed her.

One look. One smirk. One kiss on the cheek with her lipstick smudging on his visor.

He needed her the way he needed air before a dive.

And whatever the hell he was planning...

He hoped it happened soon.

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mclaren: Here come the boys🧡

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mclarengirliee: lando doesn’t know she’s here yet someone hold me 😭 → slowburnlanmelie: @mclarengirliee he’s gonna see her and start driving like god himself blessed the tires → f1snatched: @mclarengirliee the second he spots her it’s over for the grid

paddockpreacher: he’s about to get hit with the “she’s in the paddock” text and lose composure mid-turn → cornerkisses: @paddockpreacher imagine he sees her on the gridwalk and just CRASHES from emotions → lanhoeofficial: @paddockpreacher crying shaking throwing up at the thought

lanmelieupdates: his gf flew in from paris fashion week to surprise him and he looks THIS good already?? → wagenergy999: @lanmelieupdates he senses her presence. sixth sense activated → amessupportgroup: @lanmelieupdates the power she holds without even being seen

helmetonhalooff: the minute she shows up near the garage he’s going P1 out of pure serotonin → qualifyingkween: @helmetonhalooff she’s his DRS now let’s be real

lanmeliecentral: little does he know his girl is literally 10 feet away in the motorhome 💅 → paddockwife: @lanmeliecentral he’s about to see her mid-helmet and LOSE IT → gridsidegiggles: @lanmeliecentral someone record his face when he realizes pls

chaoticwags: lando locking in p1 just bc he’s being spiritually powered by the surprise of love → norrisimp: @chaoticwags podium kiss loading in 3…2…1

oscarpov: oscar just tryna vibe and now he’s in the middle of a romcom → chasethepace: @oscarpov he’s thirdwheeling the entire internet’s otp 💀

lanthirstarchives: this man’s about to give the race of his life and not even know she’s here yet → downbadatdusk: @lanthirstarchives i need a live reaction cam → wagdetective: @lanthirstarchives praying the Mclaren comms catch the moment she walks up

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The heat radiating off the tarmac shimmered beneath Lando’s race boots as he stood on the starting grid, the roar of the Austrian crowd behind the barriers swelling around him like static in his veins. The engines were quiet for now, the anthem just ending, but the tension in the air was loud — the buzz of adrenaline, of nerves, of something bigger than all of them.

He took a deep breath and zipped his race suit all the way up, the collar tight around his throat. The McLaren crew swarmed around the papaya car just feet away, checking tire temps and radioing back data as if their lives depended on it.

Lando tugged on his black balaclava, adjusting it over his curls with a practiced flick of the wrist. His earbuds were already in, the low drone of white noise muffling the world around him as he moved through the familiar rhythm — focus, calm, precision.

He bumped fists with Ash. With Jon. With two of the mechanics adjusting the front wing.

And then he turned.

Adam Norris stood a few feet back, hands in his pockets, trying not to look like he was brimming with emotion. Lando crossed to him and wrapped his arms around his dad’s shoulders in a quick, grounding hug.

—Proud of you, mate,— Adam said, low in his ear.

—I know.—

Lando pulled back and gave a quick smile — and just as he reached for his helmet on the nose of the car, that strange weight in his chest crept back in.

That silence.

The absence.

No texts. No calls. No sign of her.

He’d made peace with the fact that maybe today, she was just… gone. Maybe Fashion Week had swallowed her whole. Maybe something had come up. Maybe...

His heart stopped.

He blinked.

She was there.

Right there. On the edge of the grid.

At first, he thought he was hallucinating — a mirage conjured by stress, heat, and hope. But no. She was real.

She was really here.

The sun hit her just right, casting a halo against the silky scarf tied around her head, her narrow sunglasses catching the light, mouth already tugged into that teasing little smile he knew better than his own heartbeat. Her dress was a symphony of reds and fuchsia and sunlight, hugging her figure like it was tailored to ruin him. One red-painted hand rested casually on the strap of a small black bag. The other was lifting in a soft wave.

Lando’s mouth dropped open beneath the balaclava.

His body moved before his brain caught up.

Helmet forgotten, he stepped away from the car, past his engineers, past the crowd, ignoring the quiet “uh... Lando?” from one of the race directors. He didn’t hear anything. Not the roar of the fans, not the thrum of the engines coming back to life.

Just the sound of his heart slamming in his ears as he reached her.

And then...

She was in his arms.

He didn’t remember crossing the final distance. One second she was a blur at the edge of the track and the next, she was there, arms tight around his shoulders, her face buried in his neck, his hands splayed across her back like he was anchoring himself to Earth.

Her perfume hit him like a drug. Warm. Familiar. Her.

He squeezed her tighter, heart pounding like it was trying to claw out of his chest.

—Fuck,— he mumbled into her shoulder, voice muffled through the balaclava. —Where the hell have you been? I thought something happened. I thought you forgot or... or didn’t want to be here or... Jesus, Amelie, I was going insane.—

She pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. Her sunglasses slid a little down her nose, letting him see the warmth in her gaze. The mischief. The softness.

And she didn’t say anything.

Just smiled.

Reached up.

And tugged the edge of his balaclava down over his mouth.

Then leaned in and kissed him.

Quick. Firm. Perfect.

Like an answer to every question in his chest.

When she pulled away, her fingers lingered on his jaw.

—Hi, baby,— she whispered, grinning. —You didn’t really think I’d miss your race, did you? Especially not when you’re on pole? Please. I live for the drama.—

Lando blinked, stunned. Breathless. Still holding her waist like he was afraid she’d vanish again.

—You didn’t answer me for hours. I thought Minnie killed you or you ran off with Alex or got hit by a baguette truck in Paris.—

—That was one time,— Amelie deadpanned.

He huffed, exasperated. —You couldn’t even send a heart emoji? A "miss you"? Anything?—

She just started nodding dramatically. —Mhm. You’re right. I’m the worst. Fully canceled. But I brought this,— she gestured vaguely to herself, —and I think that counts for something.—

Lando looked at her for a beat. Then down at the silky fabric of her outfit. Then at the scarf. Then back into her eyes.

—You’re insane,— he murmured. —And I love you. So fucking much.—

Amelie smiled, the kind of smile that would have knocked him over if he weren’t already clinging to her.

—Go win this race,— she said, adjusting the balaclava again like she was tucking him in. —And then come back and let me yell at you for being too hot in that jersey.—

He grinned. Full, teeth and dimples and heart practically bursting at the seams.

—Deal.—

Behind them, someone called, “Two minutes, Lando!” and he groaned like a toddler being dragged from a candy store.

—Fine. But this better not be the only kiss I get today.—

Amelie leaned in close, lips brushing the edge of his ear as she whispered —It won’t be. Come back in first and I’ll prove it.—

Lando’s knees nearly buckled.

He kissed her forehead through the fabric, fast, and jogged back toward the car.

Still weightless.

Still dazed.

Because she was here.

And now?

Now he was fucking unstoppable.

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f1: LANDO NORRIS WINS THE AUSTRIAN GRAND PRIX!!

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chaoticwags: lando winning races like he’s got his soulmate in the paddock 😭 → norrisimp: @chaoticwags the moment he saw her he said “yeah I’m cooking today” → gridwifey: @norrisimp he’s racing for love and we’re all just witnessing it

lanmeliesource: he saw amelie and remembered he’s the main character fr → paddockicon: @lanmeliesource you could SEE the boost in lap time 💅 → fangirlpitstop: @lanmeliesource he drove like she promised something spicy after 😭

tracksidegossip: LANDO WINNING WITH HIS GIRL THERE? LOVE IS SO REAL → maxenergy: @tracksidegossip she literally charged his battery

oscarf1daily: oscar clapping for lando like a proud little brother pls 😭 → piastrology: @oscarf1daily the purest dynamic on the grid

lanthirsthub: that win wasn’t for mclaren. it was for AMELIE. → waglore: @lanthirsthub he was DRIVING for the podium kiss → slickwithit: @waglore and i know she whispered “go get it, baby” before he got in the car

f1simpnation: someone get the camera on amelie RIGHT NOW I NEED THE REACTION SHOT → lightsoutgf: @f1simpnation if we don’t get a podium kiss i’m suing

lanmeliecentral: HE SAW HER. HE WON. THE PROPHECY IS REAL. → softcurbs4life: @lanmeliecentral he looked straight into the camera like “this one’s for you, baby” → turn1wife: @softcurbs4life her presence is a performance enhancer and i fear the FIA can’t regulate it

gridsidegossip: you can literally see the “my girl is here” boost in sector 2

no1fanbutalsohater: bro needs to chill with the desperation every time his gf is trackside 💀 → lanthirstarchives: @no1fanbutalsohater sorry that love is free and your favs are mid → wheelnwife: @lanthirstarchives let’s not act like half the grid wouldn’t combust if Amelie even looked at them

straightlinelover: no hate but i miss pre-Amelie Lando… he was focused → mclarenmommy: @straightlinelover bro literally won. focus never left. → meltdownmelie: @straightlinelover focused on kissing his girl on the podium and WINNING

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The post-race chaos had finally begun to settle, the energy still thick in the air but no longer vibrating through every corner of the paddock. Lando’s victory had been electric — a textbook drive, a perfect weekend. The McLaren motorhome was buzzing with crew members laughing, hugging, and swapping stories from the pit wall. Outside, photographers were still snapping the odd shot of orange confetti stuck to the soles of race boots.

Amelie walked alongside Adam Norris through the gravel path, weaving past the leftover fan banners and parked golf carts. Her heels clicked softly as they approached the McLaren hospitality building, her silk scarf tied loosely now, hair tousled from the wind and the champagne that had definitely gotten sprayed a little too liberally on the podium.

—He really did it,— Adam said, still slightly in disbelief, shaking his head with a smile. —We’ve waited a long time for this one.—

—He’s unreal,— Amelie replied, smiling as she pushed her sunglasses up into her hair. —I mean, don’t tell him I said this, but I cried a little when he crossed the line. Just a little. Elegantly.—

Adam chuckled. —He’ll know. He always knows.—

They were just heading toward one of the shaded tables near the back of the motorhome when Jon appeared in the doorway, holding a half-empty water bottle and looking far too calm for someone who’d just lived through one of the most high-pressure Sundays of the year.

—Amelie,— Jon called out, —he’s asking for you. Driver’s room. Won’t shut up. You better go or he’ll start threatening to hijack the PA system again.—

Amelie looked at Adam with a bright smile, eyebrows raised. —Well, there’s my cue.—

—Let’s go before he combusts,— Adam said, gesturing dramatically as they turned back toward the hallway.

They reached the closed door a few seconds later. Amelie knocked gently, then stepped back, her heart pounding.

Inside, there was the immediate sound of something — or someone — moving fast. Shuffling steps, the sound of something clattering to the floor, and then the door was flung open with enough force to make the hinges groan.

Lando stood there, still in his race suit with the top half hanging down around his waist, curls damp and plastered to his forehead from the champagne and sweat. His eyes locked on Amelie with pure, unfiltered joy.

His arms were already half-extended, body tensing like he was about to lift her clean off the ground and kiss her into another dimension—until he caught sight of the other figure beside her.

His dad.

Lando blinked. His smile didn’t falter, but behind his eyes was a visible internal scream.

Fuck. Nooo. Love you, Dad. Really. But noooo. Not now. Please. I'm begging.

—Hey,— he said quickly, shifting gears with the precision of a seasoned professional. —Hi! Hi, Dad.—

He immediately wrapped Adam in a tight hug, gripping his shoulders with a genuine squeeze.

—Proud doesn’t even begin to cover it,— Adam said into his son’s ear. —You were brilliant out there. Absolutely brilliant. Your mum’s in tears back home.—

—Tell her I love her, yeah?— Lando said, pulling back just enough to catch Amelie’s eye over Adam’s shoulder.

He was beaming, but his eyes screamed: I was gonna kiss the hell out of you, and this man has RUINED it.

Amelie was already biting her lip, trying to hold back a laugh.

Lando turned to her next, his voice dropping as he leaned in for a far gentler, slower kiss on the lips — warm, grounding, perfect. When he pulled away, he muttered against her cheek:

—He has no idea he just walked in on a scene that would've ended with me carrying you to the sofa like a firefighter.—

Amelie blushed, barely holding in a laugh as she whispered back, —Behave. He’s literally two feet away.—

—Exactly my point.—

Lando stepped aside and let both of them in.

He immediately flopped onto the sofa, exhaling like he’d just done another fifty laps.

Adam looked around for a seat, but before he could lower himself into one of the chairs, Lando caught Amelie’s eye from the couch and started making the most pathetic, desperate little hand motions.

C’mon. Sit. Here. Please.

Amelie smirked.

She could’ve drawn it out, but he was too cute — flushed cheeks, tousled hair, eyes all heart and mischief. So she walked over and settled beside him, and the second her body touched the cushion, Lando slung his arm around her waist like he was afraid someone would steal her away if he didn’t stake his claim fast enough.

—Comfortable now?— she teased.

—Not even close,— he muttered under his breath, giving her side a gentle squeeze. But his whole body was relaxed now, draped beside her, cheek leaning slightly against her temple.

They talked a bit about the race — tire strategy, the overtakes, how good the car felt — while Adam nodded along, chiming in with comments, all while very clearly clocking how Lando kept looking at Amelie like he was counting the seconds until they were alone.

And finally, with a knowing grin, Adam stood.

—Right, I should make that call. Sponsors. Big smiles today.—

He patted Lando’s shoulder. Then Amelie’s.

—You were phenomenal, son.—

—Thanks, Dad.—

The moment the door clicked shut behind him, Lando didn’t even wait. He turned immediately and kissed Amelie with the kind of intensity that made her grip the edge of the couch for balance.

—Well, hello to you too,— she murmured breathlessly when he pulled back.

He leaned in again but she placed a hand gently on his chest, stopping him.

—Later, baby. You’ve got like, six cameras in this building and a race debrief in twenty minutes.—

Lando groaned dramatically, eyes rolling like he was being denied oxygen. —I literally won the race. Can’t I have a little privacy reward? You know... for morale? Team spirit? Emotional balance?—

Amelie was about to make another witty remark, but her eyes had wandered — and landed on the trophy perched on the small table behind him.

Lando noticed.

He turned, followed her gaze, and then reached over, grabbing it without a word. He held it for a beat, running his fingers along the silver edge.

Then he held it out to her.

—This one’s yours,— he said softly. —For showing up. For being mine. For making it feel like everything finally makes sense when you’re in the room.—

Amelie blinked, startled by the sincerity. Her smile wavered, lips parting like she didn’t know what to say.

—Lan...—

—Don’t cry on my freshly washed suit. They’ll kill me,— he warned with a grin, then added, quieter, —but I meant it. All of it.—

She took the trophy in both hands, holding it delicately like it was made of glass.

Then leaned in and kissed him again.

Slower. Longer.

—Later,— she whispered into his mouth, —but when I do get you alone… firefighter mode is back on the table.—

Lando grinned so hard it looked like his face might split in half.

—Best podium of my life.—

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