#influencer reader au

[tessasturns]

bf!matt streaming with influencer!reader

warnings… swearing, mentions of the doggy position (no actual smut), making out, unhinged twitch chat, use of y/n, slightly suggestive towards the end, use of y/n, matt gets a little jealous

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blessings and riches, tessa

“we’re streaming chris” nick spoke, warning chris before he said something stupid on live.

“oh hey guys” chris said with a goofy smile. “we decided to stream because it’s been so long since the last one”

“yeah, also matt is here i just think he’s just getting us some food” nick says to clear the air.

about fifteen minutes pass and the boys have been, well, chaotic.

“ ‘cause you can keep a trophy that you don’t deserve-”

“chris actually shut the fuck up please” nick begged. chris hadn’t stopped talking the entire stream, which led to nick snapping at him.

chris rolls his eyes at the comment, and looks at his phone.

“matt texted and said he was going to in n out, what do you want to eat” chris reads.

“just some fries and a dr pepper” nick says.

chris texts the orders to matt and begins to read the chat.

“people want matt up in here now” chris says, after reading a couple comments from the chat.

“everybody keeps asking if we’re gonna film with y/n again soon” nick says, squinting at the screen.

“yeah, we probably will” chris says. “she might be here right now or she left to get food with matt”

the second chris even mentions your presence, the chat goes wild.

the chat is filled with questions; when is your new video coming out? will you collab with the triplets again? are you dating anyone?

“yeah she’s out with matt but we can ask if she wants to hop on the stream later” nick says as chris offers to text you and ask.

| chris

hey when u and matt r back do u wanna hop on the stream

| me

yk what sureee

“she said sure” chris repeats your text, causing the chat to go crazier. (if possible)

around ten minutes pass, and the sound of you and matt walking in the house is noticeable by the boys.

“what up pussy gang” chris says as matt places the food on his bed, where the boys had been streaming

you follow behind him, awkwardly waving to the camera and sitting on matt’s bed.

the chat, once again, goes wild.

“so introduce yourself, give us a fun fact or two” nick says sarcastically, motioning to you.

“uhm hey, i’m y/n l/n, and i do youtube” you chuckle softly, the awkward silence speaking for you.

you and the boys talk some more while eating, until boredom starts to get the best of nick.

“should we play dress to impress?” nick suggests.

matt looks at the chat with his eyebrows raised. “chat should we play dress to impress?”

everybody in the chat starts saying yes, which ultimately led to the group playing the game.

“ok wait, y/n you start” nick says, moving out of the main seat so you could sit.

“okay the theme is…” you begin, waiting for the theme to be known. “famous youtuber. oh i’m about to fucking cook”

“wait how do i like move my screen?” you ask, turning to matt.

“you jus’ gotta…here” he brings his hand over yours, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink as he adjust your screen.

“ah thanks” you say, hoping no one notices the way you were hardcore blushing.

you put on the exact outfit you’re wearing; blue jeans, cropped shirt, grey jacket, the outfit is sort of basic but nonetheless a good choice.

you finish your outfit and it’s time for the runway. it’s your turn, and you start doing poses.

“wait i’m gonna put y/n l/n in the chat so people know who i am” you say as you do that.

“oh my f- you ate down” nick compliments you as you thank him.

“yeah y’look great” matt says, smiling. “aw thank you” you swoon.

you hit the pose where you are on your hands and knees, leading to matt’s disapproval.

“i hate that fucking doggy position” he says, and everyone goes wild.

you begin to laugh at the joke, looking at matt with a slightly alarmed face.

the audience didn’t know you were dating matt, and you didn’t need them too. however matt saying this was ironic, seeing as, well, you and matt have tried that position before.

the people vote, and that leaves you to see what you got. the results are in, and you won first place.

you start cheering and laughing, moving out of the way for matt to do his turn.

a while passes, the boys do their rounds and get a couple victories, which leads to boredom.

“should we answer some questions from the chat?” chris suggests in an attempt to cure the bored haze in the room.

you all agree and the chat gets filled with questions.

“ooh okay this one is for y/n” nick begins. “when is your next collab with carrington coming out?”

“i don’t know actually but we should definitely collab again” you smile. “i had a blast last time we did”

the moment another guys name is mentioned, matts head turns. he’s now very invested in the conversation.

although he knows that you’re his girlfriend who wouldn’t leave him, he couldn’t help but feel jealous that another man made you so happy.

the group reads a couple more questions and statements from the chat.

“someone said they got their back blown out in fresh love…” nick reads. “what the fuck.”

everyone laughs in pure shock and disbelief at why someone would randomly say that.

“can i have a sip?” you ask matt, motioning to the drink sitting in front of him.

“yeah, ‘course” he says, handing you the drink. “chat we’re probably gonna hop off soon”

another fifteen minutes pass and matt was being touchy, touchier than normal.

you knew matt wasn’t all about pda, especially on stream, so you knew it was something rather urgent.

“okay guys that is all for todays stream, thank you so much for tuning in and there will be a new video out on friday, bye!” chris says, ending the stream.

the moment chris closed out of that stream matt was quick to rush his brothers out of his room, wanting to be alone with you.

once the boys were gone, matt cupped your face into a passionate and hungry kiss.

a little bit passes and you pull away to catch your breath.

“matt hun what’s up?” you giggle from the sudden embrace.

he pushes you down on the bed, planting soft kisses on your neck and jaw.

“please sweetheart” matt whispers. “i jus’ need y’so fuckin’ bad”

your heart starts pounding harder than normal and you feel a familiar heat growing between your legs.

let’s just say, matt got what he needed.

tessa’s notes… i am so sorry for being inactive ! thank u all for reading, this is rlly long yet so rushed lol. thought i would bring this au back, lmk if i should make a proper introduction !!

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anything but the truth, lando norris

summary: the lead up to the british gp was already chaotic, then y/n's best friend has to interview her f1 driver ex (and yn asks her to tell him a white lie) [influencer!reader]

warnings: like three typos, two swear words, a mason mount mention if you squint and no happy ending ):

inspired by sophia scott's song 'anything but the truth'!

y/n.y/l ✓

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y/n.y/l definitely not fucking hot where i’m posting this from 👍🏼

👤 friend1, friend2

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friend1 YOU'RE fucking hot 🪭🪭🪭 ♥︎ by author

y/n.y/l 💋

user6 here before lando

user8 babe........ lando hasn't been here in WEEKS and i don't think he's coming back 🤡

user4 I know y’all love drama but assuming they broke up because of no interactions in two weeks is actually wild 😭 let them breathe

user8 it’s been dead silent from both sides. no likes, no tags, nothing since barcelona... something’s definitely up lol

user11 guess lando can finally focus on winning the wdc without distractions 👏

friend2 we should've brought that sunshine back home 🌞 ♥︎ by author

user14 she’s finally free from the mcdrama!!!! 😩

user1 So she’s not in Portugal anymore??? 👀

user5 she wouldn’t be back for silverstone would she?? 👀

user1 I’m holding on to delulu

user7 not to be dramatic but if she’s not at silverstone i will throw myself into the paddock gates

user15 the 'oh so perfect' couple didn’t even last. shocking.

jasmineharper ✓ this is what fomo looks like 😮‍💨

y/n.y/l ✓ 🥺 we missed you, reporter barbie!!!

user10 she's vibing and staying hydrated!

user12 maybe she just wants a break from the grid and from being "lando’s gf" every time she posts?? radical idea

user13 absolutely stunning!! hope you had a good holiday 💖

user2 how are u cold in july what’s going on girl 😭

user3 it's like 18°C in the uk right now lol

user9 girlhood healing summer arc unlocked. he fumbled and we move.

user16 why are people still hating on her even after the alleged break up?? omg seriously. you lot got what u wanted leave! the! girl! alone!

4 July 2024

Friday, July 5

Satuday, July 5

lando's phone:

Sunday, July 7

landonorris ✓

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landonorris Silverstone I love you, so many incredible fans out there ❤️ Congrats on the win @.lewishamilton, we’ll review, do better and come get you next time 😜

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user1 and Silverstone love YOU❤️

user2 OH MY 444 HEART

user3 Love u love u love u!!!

maxfewtrell ✓ Proper job this weekend brother 🔥

user4 Aww❤️

user5 how about reviewing the lack of a certain someone in the paddock today?

user6 your time will come soon Lando🧡🧡🧡

pietra.pilao 🙌

user9 silverstone would have been SO much more perfect if y/n was there with you 😭😭😭

user8 another podium in the bag 🧡

7 July 2024

next part

[motorsportbarbie13]

Post It - LN4

when lando stumbles upon a random tiktok of a pretty american influencer, he can't stop himself from sliding into her DMs. what happens next is more than both of them ever bargained for.

warnings: THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A ONE SHOT. (spoiler alert, it's not) (i blame @lestapiastrisgirl. She’s a bad influence 🤭) no warnings really, i just needed to have some soft boyfriend coded lando in my life again after how dirty i did him in 'aftermath'. ENJOY THE NEW SERIES MY BABIES! 🫶🏻 pairing: lando norris x influencer!reader word count: 3.7k words (plus SMAU posts)

Lando should have been paying attention. He should have been paying attention to Jack Whitehall standing up on stage, making jokes at Max and George’s expense. He absolutely should not have been using the down time between livery reveals to stalk your social media profiles but here he was. It wasn’t his fault trying to figure you out was way more interesting than anything the FIA and this stupidly awkward night had to offer. 

He had been scrolling his FYP earlier in the day while McLaren comms staff had bustled around the Hilton conference room, his attention pulled away from the boring media briefing Zak and Andrea were trying to get him to care about, when you had popped up on his screen. It was an innocent video, one that he usually would have flipped right on by but something had his thumb pausing, hovering over the screen instead of swiping away. 

You were in well lit hallway, lip syncing to that new Gracie Abrams song that was all over the place looking like you didn’t have a care in the world. Your smile was infectious as you held eye contact with the camera, arms thrown to your sides as you sang your heart out. It looked like you were about to go somewhere, a gray woolen overcoat tugged over your shoulders as a pink and white knit jumper peaked out from underneath. 

It was only when Oscar had asked him how many times he was going to listen to that thirty seconds of song that Lando realized he’d been watching your video for an embarrassing length of time. Turning crimson, Lando had quickly favorited the video to come back to later and closed out the app. 

He’d been caught up in preparations for this stupid F1 75 event for the rest of the evening but the moment he’d had a break, he was back stalking your socials. Your Instagram was conveniently linked to your TikTok account so it wasn't hard and the moment Lando started scrolling, he was hooked.

yourusername posted

909,102 likes liked by lando, yourbff, hannahstjohn, and others yourusername lots to catch up on... user0298 body is teeeeeea user1112 that gray dress tho! where is it from??? >>>yourusername @/aritzia!!! lando 🔥🔥🔥 (liked by author) >>>user0200 landooooo what are you doing here??? >>>user555 first in the likes too. he was QUICK

The Monegasque sun was blindingly bright, reflecting off the pristine white of Lando’s apartment balcony. He was trying to enjoy a rare moment of peace, something that he’d miss when the season started up in two weeks. Right now though, he had been back from testing in Bahrain for a few days and was leaving for Australia sometime next week. This was the last weekend of peace and quiet he’d have until summer break.

An insistent buzz shatters the quiet calm that he’d cocooned himself in, his phone blinking to life. He glanced at the screen. Rich. His personal PR manager that he’d hired after his last messy breakup to help with his image. 

“What is it, Rich?” Lando sighs. 

“Lando, we need to talk about this weekend.” Rich’s voice was sharp, a glaring contrast to the relaxed atmosphere of Lando’s apartment. 

“What about this weekend?” He asks, a knot forming in his stomach. Lando knew where this was going. 

“Allegra.” Rich says, his voice bright with faux enthusiasm. “She’s coming to Monaco this weekend. We need some content before the start of the season. Really amp up the exposure before you get too busy.” 

Allegra. Or Allie as she insisted Lando call her in private, but always Allegra in public. She was also managed by Rich, who was the one that had introduced them last year with the sole purpose of having them hit it off and start dating. When that hadn’t materialized, Rich had started meddling, sending her to events that he knew Lando would be at, having her come to Monaco and follow him around like a lost puppy. 

It had worked though. The rumors started swirling and before he knew it, Lando and Allie were rumored to be dating. He had never confirmed the relationship, always insisting that he was single and Allie had followed suit, coyly grinning in interviews when the model had been asked specifically about him. He hadn’t fought it though. Maybe he was a coward or maybe he just liked the attention, but it had certainly brought a certain degree of recognition to his name in the months that he had been linked to her. He never confirmed it but he never denied it either. 

And then he had met you. 

“No.” Lando says flatly, cutting him off. “Nope. I’m done with this.” 

“Done?” On the other end of the line, Rich sputters. “What do you mean, ‘done’? Think of your brand, your image! You have a merch drop happening in a few weeks and a rebrand with Quadrant! You need this attention.” 

“I don’t need her to bring me attention.” Lando scoffs. “I’m tired of playing this game. I’m tired of Allie. She’s…she’s weird, Rich. And this whole thing is a joke. I know you’ve seen the gossip pages laughing at me. Laughing at her. I’ve had enough.” 

“Lando.” Rich tuts, his tone taking on that of someone scolding a small child. The heat rises in Lando’s cheeks as he stands, pacing the balcony. “She’s a social media powerhouse. She brings in millions of impressions. People love talking about her, speculating about if she’s with you or not. This is a business.” 

“Business?” Lando laughs, cold and bitter. “This is a manufactured relationship, Rich. It’s fake and it’s draining. I don’t want her here. I don’t want her anywhere near me anymore. Either you tell her I’m done or I will, you choose.” 

“You’re being irrational. This is a PR strategy and it’s working! We’re getting the numbers, the attention! It’s everything you hired me to do!” 

Lando drags his hand over his face, scrubbing at the migraine that he feels forming behind his eyes. “I don’t care about the numbers.” He says tightly, his mind flickering to you and the way you’ve been a bit distant this week. “I care about my sanity. I care about being genuine and this? This thing with her? That is the opposite of genuine.” 

“You’re throwing away a huge opportunity.” Rich warns, frustration sneaking into his voice. “This is so unprofessional.” 

“Unprofessional?” Lando shouts, his anger getting the better of him. “You’re the one being unprofessional. You’re treating me like a product, not a person. The only thing you care about is your fucking paycheck, nothing else.” Lando’s chest heaves, his breath coming in short spurts. 

“Lando, calm down -” 

“No.” Lando spits. “No, I won’t calm down. I’m done with this. I’m done with you and I’m done with Allie. This whole charade is over.” He pauses, taking a deep breath, trying to control his rage. “You’re fired, Rich.” 

He slams the phone down, not even giving Rich the opportunity to respond. The abrupt silence amplifies the sound of his pounding heart as he sits down again. He stares out at the glittering expanse of the Mediterranean, the anger still simmering within him. He feels a strange mix of relief and anxiety. He had just burned a big bridge but it was a bridge he had never wanted to cross in the first place. He knew there would be consequences but for the first time in a long time, Lando felt like he was in control. 

Now, if only he could get you to return his calls. 

You thought you’d been prepared for the activity of the paddock. Hannah had spent enough time during the flight over telling you what to expect but the crowds in Shanghai were nothing short of overwhelming. The smell of engine oil and popcorn permeated the air, a strange mixture that tickled your nose in a slightly unpleasant way. You tried to calm the anxiety that was settling deep in your chest, the tight constricting feeling pulling at your ribs in a way that had you desperately wanting to go back to the hotel room. 

You knew it was strange, someone with as much anxiety and issues with crowds being an influencer like you were but most of the time you had control over it. You had asked Hannah so many questions about what to expect but nothing could have prepared you for the way the crowds crushed in on you even in the paddock. 

Liam had come to the track early to meet with his engineers before the practice and sprint qualifying. and Hannah had been left to your own devices. The crowds were one thing, you knew you’d get used to them eventually and that you just had to work your way through the panic but there was something else causing your shoulders to hitch up tightly towards your ears and your jaw tighten with every flash of orange you saw: Lando. 

It had been a few months since he slid into your DMs and at first is had been fun. He was charming, texting you nearly all day with all sorts of questions and banter, FaceTiming you while you were curled up in bed in your Boston apartment, talking about the fast lives you both lived. It was intoxicating getting attention from someone like Lando. His attention felt like the sun, all warm and welcoming. You knew there was chemistry there but you lived in Boston and he split is time between London and Monaco. You had expected him to invite you out to see him soon or at least bring up meeting somewhere half way.

But then the pictures had surfaced online. 

Lando walking around the busiest part of Monaco with his best friend Max, Max’s girlfriend Pietra and a blonde model named Allegra. It was so painfully clear he was with her from the shots of him driving her around in one of his many cars three weekends in a row.

You felt so stupid. Getting with a guy that was clearly comfortable being publicly seen on a double date was a hard no, you had more respect for yourself and Allegra to even touch that kind of drama. Of course, there was an endless debate on if they were even together or not, it didn’t take much to find the online gossip pages that spent a lot of time trying to figure out if they were an item. Lando had never publicly confirmed the relationship and neither had Allegra, both insisting they were just friend and Lando was single. 

But the pictures were hard to deny. 

So you had ghosted him. 

You didn’t want to be drug into the drama that seemed to surround the model, not with how well your content was doing lately. You had a huge following in the states and were starting to get attention internationally. You knew the last thing your PR manager would want to see was stories about you plastered all over the gossip pages. You had worked too hard to cultivate a wholesome reputation to be drug into a love triangle controversy, even if it ended up being manufactured by the press. You walked a fine line between wanting to be talked about and wanting to avoid being laughed at.

So when Hannah, one of your best friends from the influencer world, had invited you to tag along with her to the Chinese Grand Prix in April, you had hesitated. No one knew about you and Lando talking, not even your best friends. Sure, Lando had followed you and commented on a few of your posts but everyone chalked that up to you being friends with Hannah and Lando’s reputation to hit on pretty girls whenever he was active on social media. It hadn’t gained a ton of attention so you were able to pretty much ignore it.

But you couldn’t turn down Hannah’s invitation without raising some sort of suspicion. China had been on your bucket list of places to visit since you were little and you had enough miles saved up this year to be able make the long flight in a lie-flat first class seat with to your group of friends. You really had no excuse, so in the end you had agreed. 

But now that you were here, the possibility of running into Lando in the flesh after you had ghosted him hanging heavy over your head and the crowds pressing in, you were totally regretting your life choices. 

“You okay?” Hannah’s voice breaks through your racing thoughts, pulling you back to the present. 

“What?” You stutter, trying to bring your focus back to where you were in the moment. 

“Are you okay?” Your friend asks softly, eyeing you like she knows something is going on but can’t figure out what. “You just seem a little…tense.” 

You reach up to pull your hair off your neck, suddenly feeling like your skin is just a little too tight for the rest of your body. “I’m fine, just a little overwhelmed. This place is a lot.” 

Hannah’s eyes soften. She’s well aware of your anxiety and how you sometimes struggle with crowds. While she doesn’t struggle with the same issues, if there’s one thing you appreciate about your friend its that she has an uncanny ability to read your moods and empathize with you when it matters most.

“I know, but you get used to it quick. Liam has some engineering meetings before practice so he’s busy for another hour or so. Do you want to go hang out in hospitality? Get cooled down before practice?” 

You adjust your sunglasses on your nose before nodding, “Yeah, that sounds good. I’m sorry, you don’t have to stick around with me all day, I know you want to be with Liam.” 

Hannah waves a hand, dismissing your concern with one movement, “Stop that. That man gets so locked in before he gets into the car, he probably forgets I exist. I told him I’d be in the garage for practice but we’re free until then. Come on, we can get some content for TikTok. Didn’t you say you wanted to do a Chinese travel vlog?” 

Suddenly, a blur of green and yellow catches your attention from on your left. A scooter, driven by a distracted man in a green racing suit, was flying down the sidewalk at breakneck speed headed straight for you. He was going so fast you didn’t have enough time to react once you registered what was about to happen. 

You shut your eyes, bracing for impact, as a startled gasp tumbles off your lips. But the impact doesn’t come when you expect it as a strong set of hands pulls you out of the path of the scooter. The man on the scooter continues on, zipping down the sidewalk without so much as an apology as you stumble back, straight into the arms of the person that just saved you from being paddock road kill. The body is warm, muscled and the set of hands go straight to your hips, steadying you when you fight to maintain your balance. 

“Oh my god!” Hannah shrieks as you struggle out of the person’s embrace, spinning around to see who you had just collapsed into. 

“Jesus Christ, thank…” The words die in the back of your throat when you see the papaya and black race suit of your savior. 

“You.” The British accent that you’d spent the last few weeks trying to forget sends shivers down your spine. 

Shit. 

“Oh. Hi, Lando.” You say sheepishly, lifting your sunglasses off your face so you can make eye contact with the driver. 

“Oh hi Lando?” Hannah sputters, clearly confused. “Do you two know each other?” 

“No.” You reply at the same time Lando says “Yes.” 

You narrow your eyes at him, trying to figure out if it would be bad for your reputation if you punched him. Hannah’s eyes bounce back and forth between you and Lando, who is standing there looking just as confused as she is. If you’re not mistaken, there’s also a touch of hurt that flickers in his eyes as he looks you up and down. 

“Are you okay?” Lando asks, breaking the tension. 

Your eyes dip to your waist, where Lando’s hand still rests heavily on your hip. When he notices he’s still holding you, he pulls his arm back quickly, running it through his curls trying to look casual while his brows dip together, confusion still clearly settled on his handsome features. 

“Um. Yeah, I am. Thank you, I was almost roadkill.” You laugh, but it comes out too shaky to be taken seriously. 

Hannah crosses her arms over her chest, eyes narrowed as she tries to figure out the weird tension that has settled over the two of you. 

“So, ‘yes' you two know each other but ‘no’ you don’t?” Hannah raises an eyebrow, clearly not willing to let this go. 

You shoot Lando a look that could curdle milk. “It’s…complicated.” You mumble, avoiding Hannah’s gaze. 

“Complicated how?” Hanna presses, her curiosity piqued. 

Lando shits his weight, a nervous energy radiating off of him. “We were talking for a bit.”

“Talking? Like, flirting talking?” Hannah turns to you and you swear you see a bit of hurt in her eyes. “And you didn’t tell me?” 

Guilt washes over you. You hadn’t really meant not to tell your friend, it just had never come up. “It was nothing.” You say quickly. Out of the corner of your eye you see Lando wince and your heart catches. “Just some DMs, it fizzled out after a while.” 

“Fizzled out?” Lando scoffs, his frown deepening. “You ghosted me.” 

“I’m sure you had your hands full with that other blonde to miss me that much, Lan.” You bite back, voice sharp. 

Lando’s brows furrow, “Other bl…" He pauses, the dots seemingly connecting in hsi mind suddenly. "You mean Allie? What does she have to do with you and me?” 

“Oh, I don’t know.” You say with a shrug. “You looked pretty busy with her in Monaco before the season started. I just assumed you didn’t have time for me.” You try your best to sound as nonchalant as possible but you can’t keep the anger from slipping into your voice. The fact that he has a cute little nickname for her burrows under your skin more than it should.

Deep down you know you had zero claim over him, so being this angry feels over the top. You know you’re overreacting. You had never even met Lando in person before this moment, so why was the jealousy burning through your bloodstream so intense? 

Hannah’s eyes dart between you and Lando, her expression a mix of confusion something else you couldn’t place. “Okay, so this is a bit more intense than I expected.” She raises her hands in surrender. “You know what? I think I’m going to go check on Liam. He’s probably wondering where I am.” 

She gives you a knowing look, a look that says ‘I’ll let you sort this out but I expect a full rundown of what the fuck just happened here later tonight.’.

“Maybe you two should talk, alone. Just try not to kill each other.” 

With that, Hannah turns on her heel and disappears towards the Red Bull garages, leaving you and Lando standing awkwardly in the middle of the bustling paddock. The noise of the crowd presses in on you, amping up your already high anxiety and filling the silence that stretches between you. 

Lando looks at you, his expression a mixture of confusion and frustration. He digs his hands deep into his pockets, unsure of where to go from here. The absolute last person he’d expected to see here today was you. Finding out you were mad at him just when he had made the decision that you wanted nothing to do with him and he needed to move on was a little overwhelming. He’d been hurt when you’d stopped returning his messages and answering his calls. Frustrated that you hadn’t given him an answer when he asked you what was wrong. And then the season had started and he couldn't handle it all. It still ate at him at night, the fact that he had allowed you to slip out of his fingers, especially since firing Rich and ending things with Allie.

So maybe this was the universe giving him a second chance.

“So,” He starts, voice low. “We’re just going to pretend like nothing happened?” 

You throw your arms out to your side, exasperated sigh falling from your lips. “What was I supposed to think, Lando? I open up my Instagram one morning to see a shit ton of pap photos of you and her, the day after you and I spent almost five hours on FaceTime together!” 

Lando cards his fingers through his curls, “I can explain that.” 

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “I’m sure you can.”  

Deep in Lando’s pocket, his phone chimes. Reluctantly he pulls it out, checking the new text message from Sophie, his press officer. “Fuck. I’ve got to go get in the car.” He sighs, scrubbing his large hand over his face. “Listen, can you please give me a chance to explain?” 

You cross your arms over your chest, mirroring Hannah’s stance from just minutes before. Your first instinct is to tell him to fuck all the way off, you’ve been too careful with your reputation to be drug into any sort of drama that that girl seems to bring. Lando gives you a look though, his green blue eyes pleading with you and you’re all but powerless against it. 

“Come on.” He coaxes, reaching out to brush his fingertips against your bare arm. You ignore the riot of goosebumps he leaves in his wake. “You’re going to look at me and tell me you didn’t come all the way to China, to a place where you knew I would absolutely be, not hoping to at least run into me?” 

“Bold of you to assume that you even cross my mind anymore, Norris.” You snip back but your words hold no bite to them and you both know it. 

Now it’s Lando’s turn to roll his eyes. “Come on, baby.” Your traitorous heart stammers but you mange an indignant look as a reaction to the nickname. “I’m done with race stuff around dinner time, let me take you out somewhere nice and we can talk. Please?” 

Again with the puppy eyes. This was going to be a problem. 

“Fine.” You huff after a moment. “But don’t make me regret this, Lan.” 

The biggest smile you’ve ever seen crosses Lando’s face at your agreement. He reaches out, catching your waist in his hands, pulling you in for a hug. Neither of you notice the cameras pointed in your direction. 

“You won’t. I promise.” He murmurs in your ear before dropping a chaste kiss on your cheek. 

You don’t wipe if off. 

Grinning like a fool, Lando spins on his heel before bustling off towards the McLaren garages. He’s about 30 feet away when his head swivels back, his gaze instantly finding yours. He grins again, liking that you’d been watching him go. 

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𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘸 𝘶𝘱. 𝘺/𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳, 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴. 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴.

ᴘʀᴏꜰɪʟᴇꜱ: 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋

𝖺𝗅𝖻𝗎𝗆𝗌

𝗈𝗇𝖾- 𝖻𝗈𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾

𝗍𝗐𝗈- 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄

𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾- 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌

𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋- 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾

𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾- 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌!

𝗌𝗂𝗑- 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗑 𝗁𝗂𝗆

𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇- 𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖫𝖠

𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍- 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌

𝗇𝗂𝗇𝖾- 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉

𝗍𝖾𝗇- 𝗊&𝖺

𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇- 𝗀𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖾𝗆’ 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝖾𝗋

𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾- 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗄

𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇- 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗓𝗂𝖾’𝗌 𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍

𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇- 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽

𝖿𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇- 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝖻𝗑 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾

𝗌𝗂𝗑𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇- 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀?

𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇- 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗒

𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇- 𝗂’𝗆 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗍

𝗇𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇- 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗇

𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒- 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍

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raw next question? pt 2 ⎯ RAFE CAMERON!

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summary after leaving a comment under rafe's post, he responds back showing interest and reaches out.

warning(s) flirting, kissing at the end, cuteness, and meeting rafe for the first time.

rafecameron: hey! bold move, I think we should talk.

The only thing running through your mind is⎯what the actual fuck. To be fair, you were expecting a response or comment, not even a dm. You don't know what to say.

"Okay, we need to think of something to say because," you hesitate for a few minute, "yeah, I don't have anything to say" you trail off before stretching the back of your head.

Zoie lets out a breath: "I say we wait to respond then once we come up with a response, send it to him."

Five minutes later, you open your phone, click on the text, and begin typing a reply. "This is what I'm going to respond with," you say, pointing to your phone to the girls. 

yourusername: hey haha, thought I’d hop on the trend. didn’t expect you to reply tho.

Two minutes later, he responds.

rafecameron: oh, so I’m just part of a trend? damn, i thought i was special... 😔

yourusername: haha so funny, rafe

yourusername: i admit though you're attractive

rafecameron: ahh the truth comes out huh

rafecameron: since we're speaking the truth, you're gorgeous

Rafe and you started conversation among other topics. One of the main things you two found out is that you live an hour away from each other. By the end of the week, you exchanged phone numbers.

After Rafe responded to your comment, you two started leaving sly/flirty comments on each other's posts that spiked conversations between your supporters.

They're messing with us right?

They keep playing eye tag... HOLLA AT YO BOY!!

"Would you like to meet up sometime?" Rafe asked casually over FaceTime while searching the kitchen cupboard for something, his phone resting against a glass cup. 

It's been a month since Rafe and you have been texting and calling. Constantly texting⎯quick responses. It became a routine for the both of you. Learned a lot about each other in a span of a month.

Your back was against the headboard as you sat on your bed. He wants to meet you in person, and your eyes almost pop out of their sockets. "Yeah, I would like that," was all you could offer.

Peeping over his shoulder, Rafe chuckles quietly and smiles. "I'm thinking this weekend if you aren't busy?" "I would drive to you," he says, suggesting.

You raise your upper body off the headboard and reply, "I'll send you my address the day before, I'm not doing anything this weekend."

"Perfect!" He smiles.

Today was the day⎯Rafe and you are meeting for the first time. Nervous and excited about all this. You don't want to make a fool of yourself. Rafe was forty minutes away, in the meantime, you were on the phone with Zoie and Evenly.

Rafe offered to drive to visit you, and you couldn't help but be anxious. He was an hour away, yet his attempt to see you meant more than you could express.

"Bitches I'm shitting bricks" you confess feeling anxious, running your hands down your thighs, walking around the kitchen.

"Y/N, it's normal to feel this way especially since you're meeting him for the first time. Take a few deep breaths and if you need anything from us, we're one call, and few doors down" Evelyn reassures you in a soothing tone.

"Agreed, you got this, it's normal to feel this way," Zoie expresses.

"Thank you, you two are such great friends, I love you so much" you say with honesty, your phone buzzes, you put your phone back.

rafe: five minutes away

you: perfect, see you soon!!

You gasps, quickly putting your phone back to your ear, "he's five minutes away um, I'll text you guys throughout the day."

Once Rafe got to the apartment complex, you walked down the stairs to where he parked⎯he was getting his bags from his trunk. You were amazed how tall he was too.

Before you can say anything, he turns around and says, "Hey, Y/N," with a smile that conveys how happy he is to see you.

Seeing him in person made you realize he's even more handsome. Rafe couldn't keep his eyes off you, he couldn't help but think how he's standing infront of someone as beautiful as you.

"Hey, Rafe, It's good to see you" you say, taking a big breath and gazing up at his towering body. You grin and lean into the hug. The height difference between you two is insane. He

"It's great to finally meet you; you're even more beautiful in person," he says to you, smiling. You chuckle softly at his compliment, "thank you handsome" and smile.

After arriving at your place, you show Rafe where everything is and where he will be staying—either your bed or the guest bedroom, which has been thoroughly cleaned and sanitized. 

Rafe was happy to see your apartment and commented on how well it matches your vibe. He took his time looking around the apartment. Since you were already ready for the day, you spent ten more minutes in the apartment before heading out.

You have no idea what the plan was today. Rafe intended for a lasting and enjoyable day. You persisted on showing him around, but he said he wanted to be the one to take you places, even if he didn't know where. 

"This is has been such a great day, thank you Rafe" you tell him with full honesty as you two get settled to play mini golf.

He looks up from the floor and responds with a kind, sincere smile, "I'm glad you're enjoying it." "I remember you mentioning you loved mini golf too."

He is able to recall the small details.

Your heart sank to your feet since no male has ever recalled the small information you shared with them. As you playfully nudge him, you exclaim, "I can't believe you remember that."

He chuckles, "I'm just good at remember."

Mini golf was a lot of fun, with plenty of laughs and competition between you two. In the beginning, he noticed your concentration and took out his phone to record you until you spotted him flipping him off.

Towards the end of the night, Rafe and you drove to an ice cream shop and ate it outside. You had little conversations and learnt more about each other today.

Before putting a scoop of his ice cream in his mouth, he says, "We should make a tiktok."

After contentedly leaning back in your chair, you decided to do it. In addition, many who support you have been wondering if you two will ever cross paths. They're going to be amazed.

she knows remix slowed.

Rafe began lip-syncing, his expression playful and undoubtedly attractive. When it got to looking like the Fourth of July, you're officially coming with me, he switched the phone to you. You were already staring at him, eyes full of admiration, unable to conceal the warm smile on your lips.

The camera returned to him, and he tried not to chuckle, tilting his phone downward as he giggled. The final second of the video showed your arms wrapped around his neck.

rafe cameron: 👀

tagged yourusername

Fans were blowing up the comment section.

⇾ fan23: DO YOU SEE THE WAY SHE LOOKS AT HIM!!

⇾ fan12: you know you have thirty minutes

⇾ fan1: i decided if i want y/n or rafe 😔

⇾ fan3: im sat for this

By the time you returned to your flat, the tension had grown to a point where it could no longer be ignored. Rafe took a step closer as you paused nervously by your door. His hand softly stroked your cheek, his gaze seeking yours, before he asked, "Is this okay?"

You barely had time to nod before his lips touched yours, gentle and languid, like if he was savoring the moment. The kiss was pleasant, but it also hinted at something deeper.

When you eventually pulled away, he leaned his forehead against yours, chuckling. "Best decision I ever made was replying to that comment."

"Best decisions I ever made was commenting" you softly say, smiling.

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→StreamerVi! started streaming as a hobby. She figured it would make gaming feel less lonely and unproductive. She had friends she would play with occasionally but on the days they weren’t able to game together she feared she was wasting the evening away. Playing with no one, to no one, yelling into the abyss, celebrating a win to herself. It was lonely, and she hated the feeling that made her feel she was being unproductive. Even though deep down she knows that indulging herself in something she enjoys is never a waste or ‘lazy’. 

→When she started gaining traction/viewers she was genuinely surprised. She didn’t think she was THAT entertaining. Her viewers enjoyed her reactions that seemed so genuine. Enjoying her rage, shock, tears of sadness and of laughter. Her overreactions to angering situations within the games made her fans cackle with her creative sling of words she spat at the computer.  "I can't believe you guys like to watch this. I mean I appreciate y'all tuning in, but I do hope you guys are in therapy."

→StreamerVi! mainly plays action games but she enjoys a cozy game every now and again. Finding the stimulation of the fighting and fast paced scenes more enjoyable typically compared to the relaxation of cozier games. Though she finds herself indulging in Animal Crossing and Stardew Valley in her off time.

→StreamerVi! Was bad at Minecraft. Not that she would ever agree with that statement. Her fans aren’t sure why she’s so bad at it. She’s usually amazing at fighting and surviving in games like that. It’s mainly the building she’s not great at. Her houses were made out of dirt, wood if she’s able to obtain that much, and were shittily built cubes. She tries to make more intricate things but her brain short circuits and she’ll eventually break it down and make another dirt cube in its place. As long as her house has a bed, crafting table, anvil and furnace, she’s set. 

→StreamerVi! would have an intricate story line on her Sims game that gets progressively more confusing as it goes on. “God, Shelley is such an idiot. I know I created her but Jesus. How the fuck did she end up burning the house down? I didn’t even know you could do that in Sims! First, she ruins her marriage by cheating on Esteban. Then, she loses her daughter? Still no clue where she went. Lastly, she burns the house down? That’s why I didn’t let her go to college… On second thought, maybe that’s why she’s doing all this.” 

→Her Sims characters are her babies, for sure. She cries for ten minutes straight when one dies. She’ll walk off camera and you can hear sniffling off camera before she walks back in. “Okay, how can I make them haunt the house? I know they can do it. I will pay any amount of money to have that happen.”

→StreamerVi! would put up a poll on what games to play next on her stream and would put a joke game on there that would end up getting the most votes. So now she’s stuck playing some weird simulator game that lags constantly and is crashing every 5 minutes. “Who the fuck would make a dish washing simulator? I’m doing chores as a video game? That’s fucking boring. Why did you guys have to pick this one? Do you hate me? Be honest."

→StreamerVi! is a rage quitter. 100%. She would scream and smack her headset down on the table, walking away from her PC fully. Leaving the stream for almost a full minute to take deep breaths. “I may have overreacted a bit. Maybe. That boss is still a bitch, what the fuck even is that?” 

→She would sit down back at her desk and stare into the camera, hands in a fist resting over her mouth in embarrassment. “Guys, pretend that didn’t happen.” She would boot up the game to retry and be done five minutes later when she still couldn’t beat whatever it is she couldn’t win. “Okay, that’s it. I’m done. Fuck this game. See you tomorrow stream, I’m going to go take a deep breath and touch some fucking grass.”

→StreamerVi! drunk streams... already drunk when streaming or getting drunk on stream. She's done both. It doesn't happen often but when it does it a nice treat of chaos. Slurring, hiccupping and hearty laughter that echoes thoughout her whole apartment. The fans love it.

→StreamerVi!’s desk is probably messy. It’s not overly messy but she definitely has a few cups littered around, and old takeout containers from her 8 hour long streams. She cleans it frequently. She just spends so much time sitting over that desk, hunched over in uncomfortable positions, that it gets messy the second it’s cleaned. She eventually puts a trash can and a tub for dirty dishes right next to her desk to prevent clutter. It takes one time spilling water all over her keyboard for her to implement something to help. 

→StreamerVi! would cackle at her own jokes while everybody in her chat groaned. “That was a good one! I’m such a funny guy. You don’t get it, guys. And that’s fine, you don’t see the vision. Stop calling me lame! I am not lame! I’m hilarious. You guys are the lame ones. You’re watching me, someone you claim is lame, so what does that mean about you? Yeah exactly, lame-o’s” They would also groan at her use of the word ‘Lame-o’. 

→StreamerVi! fell asleep on live one time and has never lived it down. She streams for so long and she’ll just fall asleep waiting for a cut scene to end. Head propped up on her arm, lulling over with every breath. Her hand would slip causing her head to fall and smack against her keyboard, the brand new one she got after ruining the other one with the spilled water. She would jolt awake and stare at her screen in horror, reading the chat coming in faster than normal. “Is she… sleeping?” “She fucking dead.” “Awww, she looks like a sleepy puppy.” “Why is her mouth hanging open like that?? Is she drooling?? Y’all oh my god” “Literally, what the fuck.” She reads her chat and sighs deeply. “Guys. I must go. I’m so sorry.” She would hit the ‘end live’ button and immediately scream out of embarrassment. “They will never let me live this shit down. Fuck fuck fuck.”

→ And her fans don’t. “Waiting for her to fall asleep every time at this point.” “It was one time!!” It annoys the fuck out of her, but she appreciates her fans so she doesn’t mind the stupid jokes. 

→StreamerVi! has a strict streaming schedule and she is ALWAYS on time. She sits at her desk 5 minutes before time, ‘Go Live’ button staring at her. Anxiously scrolling on her phone until the clock hits 5pm. Streaming for the past 3 years has been all she knows, yet the anxiety she feels before beginning is intense every single time. 

→Anxiety melts away within seconds of hitting the dreaded button. Chats streaming in of various ‘hello’s and ‘missed you’s. 

→StreamerVi! probably streams more than just games as well. She enjoys vlogging when she’s out and about doing random stuff, like when she’s travelling and trying new foods. “Okay, what am I about to put in my mouth? If you know, please tell me, because I’m lost.”

→StreamerVi! loved the spontaneous streams sometimes more than gaming streams. They were low pressure and less chaotic. 

→She would do mundane things around her house when streaming as well. “You’re coming with me to dye my hair. I need help doing the back.” While dying it she would turn around and ask chat if she missed any pieces. They were unhelpful, as always. “You suck at this.” “Uhhhh bestie, you missed a few chunks ngl” “Does she have nobody irl who can help her with this?? Wtf are we supposed to do?” She would roll her eyes at her chat’s unhelpful responses. “I can’t even tell if you guys are being truthful anymore. You all hate me. I have friends! I’m just not bothering them with it! You guys could help! You just don’t want to! What parts did I even miss??” She eventually would facetime somebody to help her find the missing pieces. 

→COOKING STREAMS!!! 

→She loves to cook on stream! She enjoys the company when cooking. Although chat has definitely distracted her a few times and she’s burnt things because of it. “FUCK! Guys! Why did no one say anything about the literal pan on fire behind me?” She would run the pan over to the sink, throwing it in and quickly turning the water on. Snuffing the fire out. “The pan was in frame the whole time and we were chatting! I know at least one of you saw it! I even said ‘why does it smell like something burning?’ and none of you decided to say anything? You guys want me to die?” She often finds herself lecturing her fanbase as if she were their father. “Dad Vi back at it again with the lecturing.” “oohh we’re in trouble this time.” “Are we grounded?” 

→StreamerVi! would start streaming less often and get interrogated in her chat. “Where have you been??” “She’s got a girlfriend, guys. Look at her glowing. We’re so cooked.” Vi would scoff at their invasive questions. “I don’t have a girlfriend! I mean… Okay. Yes, I am seeing somebody but they’re not my girlfriend!” She would defend, growing redder the longer she goes on. Not convincing anybody. “Vi lovers. We’re fucked. We lost our chance.” “No offense guys! But none of you had a chance. I’ve just been busy… ANYWAYS! So today’s game…” she would change the subject, afraid she was going to hard launch a relationship that wasn’t even official. 

→StreamerVi! would casually drop the word ‘partner’ every now and again after a while. Accepting that she would never convince anybody that she wasn’t seeing someone. She was and she’s not a liar. 

→Chat would go CRAZYYY. Demanding to meet her partner. “You lecture us like you’re our dad all the time, and suddenly you don’t want to introduce us to your partner??” She gets what her fanbase is saying, but it ultimately depends on what the girlfriend says. Not her. 

→StreamerVi! would beg everybody to be nice when she finally does introduce you to her stream. “Guys, be nice. Don’t be mean like you are to me.” Her fans are offended. “We’re so nice!!” “So this is how you treat people who pay your rent?” “Dad Vi again.”

→StreamerVi!’s fans are nicer to you than to her. “SO pretty!” “How did VI!!! Bag you????” “no offense but she’s out of your league vi.”

→StreamerVi! Is only a little jealous. “So you guys hate me and love them? Well maybe they can just have my channel and I’ll retire since y’all hate me so much.” She’s the ultimate pouter. And pouts even more when chat is seemingly chill with that idea. “Ok! Best idea you’ve had thus far!” “yippee!” She mutes chat after that. 

→You make sporadic appearances on her channel every now and again. Often enough that you’re a ‘recurring character’ on her streams. Her fans love seeing you. Eventually you make your own streaming channel. But you only stream like once a month and it’s usually with Vi there. It’s not your thing as much as it’s hers. And you don’t want to take that away from her. 

→StreamerVi! Doesn’t tell her viewers that she proposed to you. They just happened to catch a glimpse at the engagement rings in various streams over time. “YOO IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS??” “Vi and Y/N engagement era”

→StreamerVi! Keeps a majority of her personal life secret from her viewers. It’s not that she doesn’t trust them with the information of most of her friends or family, or what she does for a living outside of streaming. She just enjoys having that still be private. It’s the small things after getting an online fanbase. She appreciates her fans but they don’t need to know anything. Like the day you guys get married. That’s for her, you and attendees. But, she posts photos from that day whenever she can. One of her top favorite days of her life for sure. 

→StreamerVi! Loves this life she’s miraculously gained. The fans that bully her, the friends she’s made, the games she’s played that she might not have if it weren’t for the viewers pressuring her, and you. 

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$$$ introducing…  next door neighbor!chris & beauty influencer!reader 

“but i bet we’d have really good bed chem.” 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵-𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳-𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴—𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴. 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦-𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵-𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺-𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩-𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳-𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵? 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺��𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦? 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵—𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘮.

⌗ next door neighbor!chris: 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘺𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳. 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘴. 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘱. 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘸. 𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘥𝘢 3, 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵. 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘯 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘬. 𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘴. 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘹𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴. 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬. 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴.

⌗ beauty influencer!reader: 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘳𝘩𝘰𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘦. 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴. 𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘲𝘳𝘸𝘮’𝘴. 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘢 𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘬. 𝘱𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳. 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘢𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘬 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘺. 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬. 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴. 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭’𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘺.

⌗ together: 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘤𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦. 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦-𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘱𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳. 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘴. “𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵”. 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵. 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘦 𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺. ‘𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭’ 𝘳𝘶𝘯-𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘣𝘰𝘹. 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵.

bed chem. posted now.

part one 02.08 part two 02.14

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Snaps/stories from bf!matt (also included Nick and reader)

[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTRUTH OR EAT * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　where Y/N participates in the TRUTH OR EAT video from behind the camera.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes, by mxqdii.

WARNINGS　::　none.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

Y/N and the triplets were in Matt's car, Chris and Nick sitting in the back seat while the only girl there sat next to her boyfriend in the passenger seat. The camera used to record the videos on the Sturniolo Triplets channel was positioned in its usual place as it stared back at Y/N.

The car had just entered the Taco Bell drive thru line when Matt reached over and clicked the button to start recording, his right hand going straight for his girlfriend's left thigh while his left handled the steering wheel, stepping on the accelerator carefully until the four's turn arrived.

When the car stopped next to the order window, Y/N stretched a little to her left, getting closer to Matt so that the attendant could hear her clearly, starting to list the order, having previously asked for the boys what they wanted to eat.

Matt gave her a quick look of gratitude, which the girl responded with a sincere smile, knowing that he wasn't feeling up to talking to a stranger that day.

It didn't take long for the order to come out and a few minutes later the four were home again, Nick organizing the tripod that would hold the camera facing the kitchen counter while Matt and Chris sat in their respective places, Chris holding the box with the order.

Y/N chose to sit behind the camera on a pink bean bag chair that she retrieved from her shared room with Matt, sitting comfortably with a tray on her lap, where her order was still unopened, opting to wait for the boys to start eating for her to do it too, this being a custom created by them.

Soon, Nick clicked the record button, and the video intro began. Y/N watched them with a small smile on her face, her hands free having chosen to put her phone away to give her full attention to the triplets' work that day, just as she did every time she participated in some way.

"Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?" Chris asked the first question, his left hand holding the half-open black notebook as his face was turned towards Matt and Nick.

Matt finished swallowing what he had in his mouth, his right hand raised holding the taco in the air.

"Yes." He responded quickly, shrugging. His blue eyes quickly glanced at Y/N, who was trying not to laugh, already knowing the story.

"Teacher's pet." Y/N hummed, Nick's head turning to her quickly, a big smile growing on his face before he joined her on the singing. "If I'm so special, why am I a secret?" They sang together while dancing with their hands, laughing loudly.

Matt brought the taco back to his mouth, taking a bite, ignoring his girlfriend and brother before smiling with his mouth full as he heard his brothers yelling at him to wait.

"Really? Does Y/N know about this?" Chris asked with a smirk, looking sideways at the girl, receiving a nod from both sides.

"Yes, and I don't judge, I also had a crush on a teacher." She said, taking a bite of her own taco.

"Tell me more about that." Nick asked, his eyes going from Matt to Y/N repeatedly.

"You don't want to know." Matt replied with his mouth full, earning chuckles from the two beside him. Nick looked at Y/N, waiting for her to tell Matt's story or her own, despite her not being in the game.

"Don't look at me." She said, raising her arms in surrender, showing to him that she wouldn't say anything.

Nick and Chris rolled their eyes at the lack of information, the older one making a mental note to ask Y/N about it later before clicking on his phone screen, making the countdown start again.

"What's your guilty pleasure song, and when was the last time you listened to it and got into the groove?" Nick asked after telling Matt to finish chewing his last bite, positioning the open notebook with the covers up and holding the neon green highlighter in his right hand, an eager smile on his face.

Y/N let out a laugh muffled by her hand, already knowing what the answer would be since it was technically her fault.

"Hmm... I'll have to check the exact one on my phone." Matt said, taking his phone out of his pocket and unlocking it, opening his music app.

"Is there more than one?" Chris asked in a curious tone.

"Maybe. Actually, I don't have a song that I'm exactly embarrassed to listen to, but I do have songs that I prefer to listen to alone or with Y/N." Matt replied, pressing his lips into a thin line trying to contain his smile as he opened the playlist shared with his girlfriend, thanking himself internally for using a privacy film, preventing Nick from seeing the name of the playlist and the songs there.

Matt rolled his thumb across his phone's screen, stopping at a specific song before pressing play, the angelic opening melody of Only Angel by Harry Styles starting to play, Nick and Chris having to lean in and almost cling to Matt to be able to see the name of the music and it's artist.

"Harry Styles?" The oldest asked in a surprised tone, widening his eyes and looking at Y/N, who was smiling big while following the female voice from the beginning and making gestures with her hands as if she was holding an invisible guitar.

Nick quickly paused the song before it went over the allowed time and got copyright on the video.

"She's a devil in between the sheets." Y/N hummed again as she crumpled the paper that previously wrapped her taco, having finished it, receiving disgusted looks from Chris and Nick while Matt smirked.

"It's her fault and her obsession with Harry Styles." Matt said, shrugging as he locked his phone and put it back in his pocket.

"So Harry Styles is your guilty pleasure, huh?" Chris joked, smirking and raising his eyebrows.

"Don't be weird." Matt pushed his shoulder, rolling his eyes.

"This song is great, don't even start." Y/N argued from behind the camera, huffing.

Chris scoffed and waved his hand as if it wasn't all that, taking the notebook back as Nick clicked the button for the time to start counting again, Matt going back to eating his taco.

"Time's up!" Nick spoke loudly when the countdown hit 0, clicking on his phone screen and watching Matt put the last piece of his second taco on the table, finishing swallowing what he had in his mouth and looking at Chris.

"What are the first three things that you look for in a significant other?" Chris asked as he looked at the open notebook, before underlining the question asked and closing it.

Matt looked past the camera, his eyes meeting Y/N's as a smile spread across his face. He knew all three by heart, hell he knew all three, ten, twenty and all the things he looked for in a significant other, because Y/N had them all.

He learned and discovered everything he wanted in someone he loved with her, after all the girl was and is his first girlfriend and they would already complete four years together. The two grew out of adolescence together and learned important things about themselves together as well.

"First, that she knows how to communicate." Matt began, holding up the index finger of his right hand. "Communication is very important in a relationship, and I had to learn this along with her. As you already know, I have anxiety and this has hold me back many times in my life from saying what I was feeling or what I wanted, generating a greater discomfort in me and future fights. When Y/N and I started dating we were 16 years old, we were still new to everything and as the days and months of dating went by we learned together that the ideal was: we felt uncomfortable about anything? Call your partner and tell them right away, to try to fix that or improve the situation in some way, because we saw that when we kept it inside, it always generated fights in the future. So communication is the key and the first thing."

"They grow up so fast." Nick sniffled playfully, pretending to wipe away an invisible tear.

"That was such a beautiful answer, Matt." Chris said while clapping his hands with an exaggerated expression of pride, leaning over Matt and hugging him from the side. Matt rolled his eyes at the two, a smile spreading across his face as he patted Chris on the back.

Y/N let out a laugh with the brothers, shouting in encouragement to her boyfriend, who let out a low laugh, lowering his head in embarrassment.

"Can I continue?" He asked, covering his face with his hands to hide his flushed cheeks, speaking again when he saw his brothers fall silent and gesture for him to keep going. "The second one isn't as serious as the first, but if she can rock on a man's polo shirt." Matt said, raising the middle finger of his right hand, making a total of two raised.

"Like, wear a man's polo shirt and look cool with it on?" Nick asked, turning to face Matt, who nodded.

"Y/N can wear anything and look good, it's no wonder she goes to college to become a fashion designer and is a fashion influencer on Instagram and Tiktok." Chris commented, passing the black notebook and green highlighter to Nick. Matt nodded as he pointed his hand at Chris with an "exactly" look.

"And she always takes my clothes from my side of the closet and uses them in the outfits she puts together and it always looks really good." Matt added like a pround boyfriend.

Y/N smiled behind the camera, she loved it when the boys spoke highly of her clothes, creating her outfits every day was her biggest hobby.

"And the last one I think is just goals and aspirations of her own. Y/N was always a very dreamy girl and thought about what she wanted to be in life since I met her when we were 14, and not only that, but she went after what she wanted and and always reached them." Matt finished, raising his ring finger before lowering all three fingers he had up.

"Matt, you're so..." Chris began, trying to complete the sentence but getting lost in the good words he could use. "I loved hearing your answers. They were really good." He finally finished with a big smile on his face, his voice getting high pitched with the happiness used when expressing himself.

"Yeah, your relationship is an example of a good relationship. It's very beautiful to see how much you've evolved together, it's no wonder that you're going to complete four years together." Nick commented, a look of pride spreading across his face as he opened his notebook to look for the first question he would ask Chris.

Matt looked at Y/N beyond the camera, a goofy smile appearing on his face at the sight of her lovey dovey gaze.

"I love you." She spoke voiceless, blowing a kiss in the air that Matt pretended to catch and put in the pocket of his hoodie.

"I love you more." He replied voicelessly as well, before finishing his taco and switching places with Chris.

Y/N's heart warmed as she rethought Matt's answers, a feeling of pride spreading through her body. She loved him so much and had so much appreciation for the relationship they had built together. She hoped that they could always grow more and try to be better people every day together, too.

extra - comments:

"I lived to see Matt listening to Harry Styles."

"Harry being Matt's guilty pleasure, I get you, Matt."

"The communication part is so real and so important to say!!"

"Matt seems like a super thoughtful boyfriend 🥺"

"omg, 4 years together, that's so cool 😫."

"I love Matt and Y/N together so much!!"

"Y/N and Nick singing Teacher's Pet together 😭"

"I adore Y/N's friendship with Chris and Nick!!"

"Petition for Y/N to do a GRWM just with Matt's clothes ✏️📄"

[coolgrl111]

i need dilf art like i need air.... i love your silly text posts sm

THANK UUU🥲🥲🥲❤️❤️❤️ily ily ily!!! in this one, reader is like a funny influencer. youtube famous…. like slushy noobz, emergency intercom, sinjin drowning, veronika_iscool. she’s just a funny girl!!! with a hot dilf bf!!!

tbh idk if i like this that much, but if you do, ill expand it and make it more detailed 😭 i can only add 10 pictures when answering anon submissions

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dilf!art donaldson x reader

[tessasturns]

a proper introduction to…

INFLUENCER!READER: knows everyone. always laughing. olivia rodrigo. funniest in the room. girl blogger. extroverted. 0.5’s. lip gloss. photogenic. travels everywhere. amazing chef. bows. orchids.

MASTERLIST.

decorating gingerbread houses (bsf matt)

bf!matt x influencer!reader headcannons

live stream - m.s.

on camera - c.s. (smut)

under the influence - m.s.

(masterlist)

blessings and riches, tessa

[yeahxsurexokay13]

(not a) you problem, lando norris

part two to anything but the truth

summary: another race weekend sponsored by chaos, where lando is not a yn problem anymore but she just can't help herself [influencer!reader]

warnings: HUNGARY 2024 (proceed at your own risk), swearing, hate comments, inaccurate timeline - colapinto's already driving for williams.

a/n: got carried away and there are like two more parts to the story in the end lol. also, 'maia try not to bring up any more footballers challenge' failed (again). oops. hope you enjoy! x

y/n.y/l ✓

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y/n.y/l my not so baby brother turns twenty one today? somehow??? happy birthday, E! love you endlessly. even when you forget to lock the door 🫶🏼🫶🏼

👤 ethan.y/l

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ethan.y/l I'm crying but like in a masculine way. Love you loser ❤️ ♥︎ by author

user8 HBD ETHAN!!! :)

user9 Good to know you're fine after dating someone who's way out of your league lmao

friend1 CRYING. why is he hot now??

y/n.y/l this is my baby brother you're talking about! ew

ethan.y/l bro i'm 21 stop calling me baby on main😐

jasmineharper ✓ that fourth pic 😭 he was so smol

y/n.y/l ✓ and he is a grown man now?? when did that happen??

user4 Birthday twins? My birthday's today too! Happy 21st Ethan 🥳

y/n.y/l ✓no way! happy birthday to you too!!! x

user14 it's the fact that he's 5 years younger and still looks older than you for me ♥︎ by author

user13 that's younger siblings for you lmao

user11 wonder how long it'll be before she's dating someone new to stay relevant

user55 i mean... @/masonmount in the likes all of a sudden..

user 63 i'm sobbing over slide 1 🥺 siblings that love each other hit diff

user1 "even when you forget to lock the door" is so. real.

user44 SLIDE 4 😭😭😭 the grip she had on that baby lmao

friend2 tell him to stop growing. it's weird. ♥︎ by author

user13 Cute pics but not buying the whole 'over it' vibe…

user81 do u guys think lando wished him a happy birthday?

alexandrasaintmleux ✓ Cutiessss 🩷 Happy bday to the coolest younger brother ever

y/n.y/l ✓ 💞💞💞

15 July 2024

landonorris ✓

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landonorris Pole and P2 for Osc. Babaoooom

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lnfour ✓ LETS GET ITTTT

user1 so happy for you both🧡🧡

user8 maybe the breakup was the best thing for him? lol looking strong this weekend 💪

user2 that helmet deserves nothing but the top step!!!

user3 p1 and looking better than ever. LFG!!

user10 'Babaoooom' was very george russell of you mr. norris

monsterenergy ✓ The boys 🔥

user9 no more distractions, just pure focus. u love to see it🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

user4 one step closer to the champagne pop 🙏🏻 lfgggg

user5 can you keep that helmet design forever pretty please (i am begging)

user6 manifesting a mclaren 1-2 tomorrow‼️‼️

user7 let's gooooooo lando

20 July 2024

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[deliciousangelfestival]

Lost On You - 2

Characters: streamer!Bucky x ex-girlfriend

Summary: After a near-fatal stunt, Bucky, the fearless streamer daredevil, can't eat. Sent to a hidden wellness retreat, he finds the cure for his strange illness, and a shocking connection to his past.

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Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , -

The moment your eyes locked with his, the dining hall faded into a blur. Time slowed. The murmurs of satisfied guests, the clinking of utensils against porcelain, the soft jazz humming in the background—none of it registered.

“Hello, Bucky,” you said, your voice even, but your fingers clenched ever so slightly against the tray in your hands.

Bucky blinked as if you'd knocked the air out of him. Three years. Had it really been that long? The world had changed. He had changed—or at least he told himself that. But you… you were exactly the same.

'She’s real. She's right there.'

His thoughts reeled. The same clear eyes. The same way you tilted your head when you were being polite but guarded. You wore your hair a little differently now, tucked behind one ear. But your expression—the subtle steel beneath the gentleness—was unchanged. And your voice… God, it felt like warm sunlight through a cracked window in winter. Uninvited. Unavoidable.

Ander, ever the observer, chuckled from beside him. “You two know each other?”

You offered a polite nod, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “We used to,” you said simply, your tone unreadable. “Please, enjoy the rest of your meal.” Then you turned away, drifting toward the next table, smiling as if your insides hadn’t just unraveled.

Bucky watched you go, a strange emptiness ballooning in his chest.

Ander elbowed him with a grin. “Lucky you. That’s the woman who made the soup that cured my appetite for grief. I’d call her magic, but even magicians don’t listen the way she does.”

Bucky barely registered the words. He looked down at his plate. He could eat now. The nausea, the bile, the painful rejection of flavor—it all made sense. Of course. It was you. Even without knowing it, his body had remembered you before his mind had caught up. You’d always had a way of grounding him, even when he didn’t want to be grounded.

Across the room, you moved gracefully, quietly checking in with guests, laughing at small jokes, your hand briefly resting on a shoulder here, a guiding word there. He watched you lean in to listen to an elderly guest, nodding as if nothing else in the world mattered.

You were the same. Still patient. Still present. Still the kind of person who stayed when others ran.

After dinner, the guests trickled away to their rooms, the lights in the dining hall dimming. The air was cooler now, scented with jasmine from the open windows. Bucky lingered outside the kitchen door, half-hoping you'd come out, half-hoping you wouldn’t.

But when you did, wiping your hands on a dish towel, startled to see him standing there in the hallway shadows, his arms crossed and jaw tight, it was like stepping back into an old wound.

“You followed me here,” he said, tone accusing, defensive.

Your brow furrowed, then you laughed once—dry, humorless. “I’ve been here for the last three years, Bucky. I live here.”

That silenced him. Shame flickered across his face, quickly buried beneath his usual smirk. But you saw it. Just like you always had.

“I was surprised when your name came through,” you added, voice quieter now. “Didn’t think I’d ever see it again.”

He shifted his weight, eyes darting to the tiled floor. “Guess the universe has a cruel sense of humor.”

“No,” you said softly, stepping past him, but not before pausing just enough for him to hear, “it has a strange way of making us face what we run from.”

His head snapped up. “You think I ran?”

You turned, arms crossed now, finally letting the words rise after years of holding them back. “That stunt you pulled. Surfing in a lightning storm?” You shook your head in disbelief. “You always do crazy things. Always flirting with death, like it’s some kind of game.”

He clenched his jaw. “It’s not—”

“It is to you,” you cut in, sharp now, raw. “You don’t care about the consequences, Bucky. That’s why I left. I was tired of loving someone who didn’t love himself enough to stay alive.”

His breath caught in his throat. He remembered those words. Not new ones. Just finally spoken out loud.

Flashback Three years ago. Your old apartment smelled like rosemary and rain. He was already dressed in gear, GoPro in hand, laughing about some new idea he’d cooked up for content.

“You’re not seriously going to climb a cell tower during a thunderstorm for views,” you said, standing in the kitchen, your voice barely containing your fear.

Bucky zipped his vest, checking the livestream settings. “Why do you always try to stop me?”

“Because I care, idiot!” you shouted, louder than you meant to, tears rising unbidden. “I don’t want someone I love to die for a stupid stunt!”

He froze. You rarely said it aloud—love. It landed like a stone between you.

But then his expression hardened. “This is who I am. If you can’t handle it, maybe you're not the one meant to be beside me.”

Your hands fell to your sides. The air between you went cold. “You mean that?”

He didn’t answer.

So you left.

Present

Bucky exhaled slowly, folding his arms again, this time more to keep from falling apart than to look tough. “I was wrong. About a lot of things.”

You said nothing.

Then he added, “No wonder I could eat again.”

You looked at him, eyebrows knit in confusion. “What do you mean?”

He hesitated. For a split second, he almost told you about the food aversion. About the vomiting. About the way every bite turned to ash—until tonight.

But instead, he shook his head. “Nothing. It’s nothing.”

You didn’t press, but you didn’t look convinced either.

“Well,” he said, backing away a step, that familiar mask slipping over his features again, “it’s good to see you.”

You didn’t say anything. You just watched him.

He turned, walking down the hallway with shoulders just a little too straight, jaw a little too tight.

As the door closed behind him, you leaned against the wall, the dish towel still in your hand, your heart pounding louder than it had in years.

*********

The next morning, Bucky found himself seated cross-legged on a bamboo mat in a sun-drenched pavilion, half-listening to a soft-voiced instructor urging the group to "breathe through the discomfort." A breeze drifted in from the gardens, carrying with it the scent of lemongrass and eucalyptus. Birds chirped somewhere in the distance. The woman beside him was humming. His foot had fallen asleep.

He wasn’t meditating.

He was surviving.

He cracked an eye open and caught sight of a large carved Buddha across the room. Its serene expression felt like mockery.

After an agonizing forty-five minutes of “guided intention setting,” Bucky managed to sneak out under the pretense of needing water. He wandered the gravel paths, restless, the silence pressing too close. The sun glinted off the koi pond. Peace clung to this place like dew—and Bucky didn’t know what to do with peace.

That’s when he saw Ander.

The old man was reclining under a banyan tree near the spa veranda, a soft silk scarf thrown dramatically around his neck despite the heat. A young man in all-white linen hovered nearby, dutifully holding a leather wallet and phone in his gloved hands.

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Personal assistant?”

Ander grinned without shame. “What’s the point of money if you can't use it to avoid carrying your own things?” He motioned for Bucky to come closer. “C’mon, let’s go to the bar. I know it's a wellness retreat, but the ginger-lavender mocktails hit like a truck.”

Bucky followed him inside, settling into the lounge—a beautiful space full of warm woods and sunlight filtering through tall windows. Ander’s assistant brought over a tray of assorted snacks and drinks, bowing slightly before stepping away. Ander popped a grape into his mouth and sighed.

“So,” Ander said, eyes twinkling. “She’s your ex, right?”

Bucky froze, a peanut halfway to his mouth. “How did you know?”

“I’ve had five failed marriages,” Ander said with a chuckle, swirling his drink. “I can smell romantic tension like a dog smells bacon. It was radiating off you two like microwave heat.”

Bucky’s mouth fell open. “Five?”

“Technically six, if you count the one I annulled before the honeymoon,” Ander said, waving a hand. “Don’t look at me like that. I was charming in my prime. Still am.”

Bucky shook his head, lips twitching despite himself.

Ander leaned back with a groan, rubbing his lower back. “Stress and regret. That’s what did me in. Screwed up my digestion, raised my blood pressure, and made my bones feel older than my years. That’s how I ended up here.”

He reached toward the tray and pointed to a small bowl. “Peanuts?”

Bucky hesitated. “I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I… I haven’t been able to eat anything,” Bucky admitted, his voice low. “Not since the accident.”

Ander blinked. “Really? Nothing at all?”

“Water, mostly. Maybe some plain crackers. Everything else… my stomach turns. It’s like my body just rejects it.”

Ander nodded slowly, as if absorbing the weight of it. “That’s tough, kid.” He picked up a peanut, popped it into his mouth, then pointed to the bowl. “Try one. Just to see.”

Bucky eyed the nut suspiciously. His fingers hovered over it before he finally grabbed one, placed it on his tongue—and immediately gagged. He doubled over, breathing through his nose, trying not to vomit.

“Whoa, alright, alright,” Ander said, reaching across the table to rub his back gently. “Okay, bad idea. Bad idea. You okay?”

Bucky nodded weakly, face pale. “It’s like my body knows. Rejects it on instinct.”

Ander sat back, studying him now with more gravity. “So… you could only eat the food she made.”

Bucky didn’t answer. He didn’t have to.

Ander let out a low whistle. “She must’ve left a big mark on you.”

Bucky’s fingers toyed with the condensation on his glass, tracing invisible circles. His voice, when it came, was hoarse. “She did.”

Ander tilted his head, gentle now. “Why’d you two break up?”

A long pause.

Bucky stared out the window. The sun glinted off the retreat’s meditation pool, where two guests floated in silence, weightless and still. His throat tightened.

“Because I was stupid,” he said finally. “I had someone who loved me more than I knew how to handle. And I threw it away… for stunts. For screens. For strangers who watched me fall.”

He clenched his jaw. “She tried to stop me before I got this deep into it. Before it got this dangerous. I thought she was just holding me back. I told her… I told her maybe she wasn’t meant to stand beside me.”

Ander didn’t say anything for a moment. Then he sighed.

“You know, kid… sometimes we only realize we were dying once someone tries to keep us alive. And when they walk away, it feels like peace left with them.”

Bucky rubbed a hand over his face, suddenly exhausted. “I didn’t think I’d ever see her again. Now here she is. And I can eat. But only because she’s here. What kind of pathetic irony is that?”

“It’s not pathetic,” Ander said, eyes softening. “It’s human. Maybe even hopeful.”

Bucky scoffed. “You think I have a chance to fix it?”

Ander took another sip of his mocktail. “That depends. Are you still stupid?”

Bucky met his gaze, and for the first time since arriving, something inside him shifted.

“I don’t want to be.”

******

The invitation to group therapy came wrapped in soft language and serene smiles, but Bucky still felt like he was being cornered. A gentle “this would be good for you” from Kate, a meaningful glance from Dr. Aris, and a note slipped under his door sealed his fate.

By eight-thirty that night, he found himself in a quiet room with too many throw pillows and too much soft lighting. It smelled faintly of sage. Everyone sat in a circle—ex-athletes, burned-out executives, a washed-up rockstar who kept his sunglasses on indoors. A therapist with kind eyes and long, silver-streaked hair introduced herself as Dr. Lian. Her tone was calm, disarming, the way still water looks safe until you realize it’s ten feet deep.

Bucky chose a seat near the exit.

The session began with slow introductions. People spoke about why they came—chronic pain, burnout, broken relationships. One woman said she hadn’t tasted food in six months without guilt. Another man said he didn’t know how to stop being angry without punching a wall.

Bucky listened with one leg bouncing, arms crossed over his chest like armor. When it was his turn, he kept it simple.

“Bucky,” he said, offering a shrug. “I surfed during a lightning storm and almost died. Now I’m here.”

A couple of polite laughs. The group moved on.

But then someone—he didn’t catch the name—brought up emotional blocks around food. About how trauma hides in the body, not just the mind. How memory can be stored in taste, in smell, in the way your gut clenches before a meal you used to love.

Bucky’s shoulders stiffened.

Dr. Lian noticed. “That seems to have struck something,” she said gently.

He scoffed, looking away. “It’s nothing.”

She waited.

“Bucky,” she said softly, “why did that touch a nerve?”

He swallowed. The room had gone too quiet. His chest tightened.

“Because,” he said slowly, the words dragging out of him like they weighed something, “the woman who saved me is here. And I ruined it.”

No one spoke. Even the rockstar lifted his sunglasses.

Dr. Lian leaned forward, her elbows on her knees. “Do you believe she’s the reason you’re here?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Not just at this retreat. Alive. I mean… really alive. She grounded me when I was spiraling. And I didn’t see it until she was gone.”

Dr. Lian let the silence breathe. Then she said, “Then maybe this isn’t punishment, Bucky. Maybe it’s a second chance. And second chances rarely come dressed in forgiveness. Sometimes they wear tension, and silence, and awkward dinners.”

That landed harder than he expected.

After the session, Bucky didn’t go straight to his room. He drifted through the moonlit retreat grounds, hands shoved deep into his hoodie pocket, his thoughts tangled and loud. The therapy had left something raw and unsettled in his chest, something that wasn’t pain exactly—but close.

He pulled out his phone and called Steve.

“Bucky?” Steve answered after a couple rings, his voice rough with sleep. “Everything okay?”

“She works here,” Bucky said.

Steve was silent for a beat. Then, a small exhale. “Yeah,” he said. “I know.”

“What?” Bucky blinked. “You knew and didn’t tell me?”

“I didn’t know until after you were admitted. They sent the staff roster to my office. When I saw her name, I figured…” Steve’s voice softened. “Honestly, Buck? I figured it might be a good thing.”

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck. “You think this is good?”

"She's the only one in the world who can ground you."

Bucky looked out across the dark lawn, her name echoing quietly in his mind.

“Yeah,” he said. “She does.”

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