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yanderenightmare · 25 days ago

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♡ TW: noncon, gangbang, bondage, elf-reader, orc slavemaster, goblins, ogres, trolls, captive reader, mud, piss, anal, breastmilk, cumflation, mindbreak, Stockholm syndrome, other nasty shit

♡ FEM reader

Thinking about slavemaster orc…

Big brawny brutal fucker, moss-green and thick-skinned like a toad with tusks curling up his lip.

He keeps quite a few different species on his farm. Nymphs, fauns, fairies, pixies, you name it. If it’s pretty and fuckable, he’s got it.

But the very best and rarest of all are, of course, elves.

The rest are dumb, easily subdued creatures—they get caught in traps running about the forest, and immediately cower and submit to their bigger hunters. There ain’t much sport in either capturing or training them.

Elves however. Those are the real prize. Godlike beauties that never seem to age, never spoiling, staying nice and tight and supple for however long you keep them.

You’ve got to be clever to bag an elf. They might look as harmless as the rest, but that delicate physique is all a trick; elves are sharp by nature and can kill you if you're not careful when hunting them.

They’re not all that strong, though, and so if you manage to get them while they sleep, they’re as easy prey as any.

His gang of bandits nabbed you and your troop when you’d made camp for the night. Your guards had been drinking wine and weren’t all that alert come dark. They were knocked out cold at their post before he even had to take things into his own hands.

That’s the fault in elves, really—haughty, arrogant things who forget to be wary, thinking they’re untouchable when really, they’re still just prey with a bit more brains.

He could tell you were an important bitch by the way you had your own tent, grandiouse as if hitched for royalty. He entered and had to scoff at all the furniture—rugs, mirrors, scented candles, and other bullshit—he can’t believe you elves bring all this with you every time you travel, as if spending a single hour in the mud is beneath you. Oh, but you’re going to get plenty familiar with the mud from now on as his new farm animal…

In any case, it’s not really the hunting and capturing that is fun. No, it’s the training.

You see, elves don’t submit that easily. Not even when subjected to endless hours of ruthless fucking. They don’t break. Must be something about being hundreds of years old. They’ve lived through so much that not much else can compare. But nothing’s built to last. And elves, no matter the nobility, no matter the age, all break in the end.

He starts you off with Goblins, watching as they rip into your silk dress, slapping your perfect skin until it welts, licking and fingering your tight cunt until it puffs up. They’re relentless little fuckers with dicks the size of your forearm despite only bing tall enough to reach your hips. They pry open your holes and teach them how to take a pounding, breaking them in for the bigger guys.

Hogtied, your cheek mushed in the dirt, ass in the air, wrists bound to your ankles as the filthy creatures stuff your cunt, pounding shameful slick out of you. Using your shins as a stepping-stool, standing at the perfect height—two fingers in your ass turning to three, then another three from another hand, all fiddling with the hole and snickering while at it.

For more humiliation, a hook is fixed to each of your nostrils, pulled back around your head, turning your nose up like a piglet—making you squeal like one as they proceed to fully neglect your cunt in favor of double-stuffing your pretty ass. Cheering when you take a third cock while one of them shoves his hand inside your drooling pussy, fisting it good until your thighs shake and you end up squirting.

They switch in the dozens, keeping it up for several hours, cueing up behind you, taking turns, before one of them sits himself down on your back, using your hair to pull your head back, fixing a ring-gag between your teeth, keeping your mouth open as they all fuck your skull and finish down your throat.

They leave you sweaty and cum-drenched in the mud.

He watches you for a moment, enjoying the sight of you lying there panting, so exhausted you’re actually falling asleep in the awful position, only for him to blow his fingers, calling up the next round.

A troll and two ogres step forth then. They wake you up by washing you down with piss. All three standing in a ring around you, pouring out their big bladders, revealing your pretty skin again, so glowy and pretty in the golden hue, despite the way you grimace and whine, feeling the sour taste invade your mouth—unsure if it’s worse than what the goblins spewed down your throat just earlier.

Unlike them, they untie you. With hands big enough to reach fully around your neck, it doesn’t matter how much you struggle. They might be dumb creatures, but they know what they want and help each other get it. Holding your legs apart as one of the ogres works his bulbous tip against your wet slit—pushing and prodding, failing to penetrate until it eventually succeeds in sinking inside.

You wail, but the ogre pays it no mind, bullying himself all the way into your cervix, only half of him fitting. He groans and shakes his head at the resistance, trying to force himself more inside. Annoyed at your body for not complying, he keeps himself there, nudging into your womb, thinking that if he just continued trying, your body would suddenly give in and accept the way he was trying to push himself up through your throat.

The other ogre lifts your thighs up, holding you sideways between them both while lining his own monstrous cock up with your ravaged ass—pushing inside with more ease than your pussy. He doesn’t seem to care that half of him isn’t getting squeezed, starting to shove himself in and out unlike the other—fucking you slower than the goblins did, but with a thickness that makes it feel like your stomach might drop and fall out.

The troll stands on top of the crate they’d kept you in, squeezing your soft tits, gathering them around his length while fucking his tip against your pretty face—softly poking into the plump your turned cheek. Hooking his thumb into the corner of your mouth, he guides you to look up and spits a heavy blob inside it. Twisting your nipple with a smile, pinching the fat of them while jerking himself against your face.

The ogres both finish inside your holes, whilst the troll sprays his worth over your tits—with much of it going inside your mouth just like the goblins.

But even after all that, when they drop you like discarded trash, letting your limp body fall and splash in the mud, you still fight your way up onto your feet.

Mildly impressed with your strength of will, he watches you try to make a run for it.

But he wouldn’t be a good slavemaster if he didn’t know how to wrangle strays back. Using a lasso, he throws and spins it around your throat like a noose and pulls you right back down into the mud, where you now belong.

Walking over, he places his foot down on your panting chest and smiles, having to hand it to you—he can tell you’re going to be a tough one to crack.

And it’s true. Even with his seal seared into your asscheek and a collar around your throat, you won’t obey unless he has all your limbs secured in rope. And even then, he has to all but strangle the life out of you with a leash to stop you from thrashing. No matter how many goblin orgies and orcs and trolls and ogres he puts you through, you don’t break.

Which is why he decided to handle taming you personally.

He puts you on a diet of cum and mead, keeping you sluggish—unable to stand without wobbling, unable to speak without slurring. And every time something he doesn't want to hear comes out of your mouth, he gives your cunt a firm slap—while every time something good comes out, he encourages it with rubbing that pretty clit of yours until you’re rewarded with a full-bodied orgasm.

It almost brings warmth to his cold heart, seeing you writhe around in pleasure—tongue out, whining and whimpering as he rubs through your pussylips with the grit of his thick finger. You’re beginning to look just like a pet—happy to be put in your rightful place, wagging your tail for your owner.

When he doesn’t have the time to train you at the farm, he brings you out with him. Wearing you around like a piece of jewelry—wrists strung up around his neck, hung there with your back to his chest, cock switching between your holes, but mostly in your cunt—for boding reasons. Molding your womb to his size, making your body adopt it like a baby. He was able to sink all the way inside balls deep after a few weeks. Roost inside you, keeping his cock warm and wet with your heat.

It’s true what they say, the tougher they are, the harder they break. But look at you now. My oh my, how broken you are.

You’re his finest work yet. Beautiful elven royalty on your hands and knees desperate for orc cock in your every orifice, always begging to be bred.

Of course, you can’t carry his offspring, but that doesn’t mean his cum has all gone to waste. With so much of it getting dumped and pumped up your system, your silly elven body has started thinking it’s pregnant even when it isn’t.

You’re even softer and more gorgeous because of it—round around the edges, breasts all swollen up with sweet milk, with your pregnancy brain keeping you horny for him every waking hour of every day. In his lap willingly, wanting your soft titties groped and sucked on—silken hands holding onto his tusks, pulling him close to your bosom, wanting his studded tongue to play with your nipple, suckle on them until they're sore.

You throw your head back with a blissful sigh, moving your pretty ass up and down his fat length, sitting down on it fully, cockhead in your guts, then lifting yourself all the way up to his fat tip, moaning as you sink down on it again.

You take your time—that’s how he can tell you’re enjoying yourself. And what a sight it is. Watching your eyes role back, body seizing up, cunt throttling around nothing before gushing—cumming from getting your udders milked and your prissy elven ass fucked.

He wished the old you could see you now—how mindlessly you pop off his lap, and settle down between his thighs, lapping at the deep slit shaping his cockhead, eating out his pre with a bite of pleasure to your bottom lip, shivering at the taste he’s taught you to love.

You suck on the tip, hollow cheeks and crossed bedroom eyes—looking like a calf sucking it’s mother’s teat for milk—before fully opening your mouth. Waiting for him with your pink tongue all rolled out and seeking, knowing you’re going to get your face drenched and wanting to catch and swallow as much of it as you can.

You keep rubbing yourself where you kneel. Both hands between your thighs, stuffing your cavity with all your fingers, using your thumbs to tickle your clit. Everything’s wet, and your head is swimming with the same sticky mess, wanting his cum like it’s the sole ingredient to your happiness.

Poor brainwashed pet—he’ll give you what you want, don’t worry.

He rests the swollen tip on the warm bed of your tongue, bathing it in your drool, the way it drips down your pretty chest full of his love bites. Balancing it on your tastebuds, you close your lips around it for a kiss, giddily shimmying on your knees, eager to be fed.

He strokes himself slowly, wanting to savor the sight of you, feeling it in his balls—how it’s going to be a big one. You’re going to have to swallow several times to get it all, gulp it down like the cum-hungry cock-slave he’s turned you into.

The way you do exactly that so naturally convinces him that this was always your true nature. You even shiver and cum on your fingers as you drink him up. Sucking the rest out of his tip until you’re certain there’s no more left for you to lick.

His heavy hand pets your head, and you nuzzle into the touch, leaning forward until you’re burying your face in his empty balls, kissing them with a pretty little “Thank you, master,” slipping out with a moan.

And still, you got your fingers in your cunt, continuing to make yourself cum.

Poor cock-addicted elf… don’t worry, he’ll let you ride his face, lap up all your sweetness, until his cock perks up again, then he’ll give your womb the pounding it so desperately needs.

♡ BNHA – Enji, AFO ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Toji, Kenjaku ♡ HxH – Uvogin

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

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flwrstqr · 18 days ago

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COMING HOME ✶ WHEN YOU CRY

𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗖────𝗂'𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎

【 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒 】 𝑙’ enhypen x fem ! rea 7OO established relationship fluff comfort a tiny bit of angst 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 skinship, petnames ˊᯅˋ ｡｡ daily clicks

다니⠀⦂ this is for my @jiwuu ♡ summer started meaning i will post way more often hopefully >< ( last year summer flashbacks..)

LEE HEESEUNG

“baby… are you seriously crying right now?” heeseung whispers, half-laughing as he pulls you into his chest, the credits rolling while tears roll down your cheeks. “it’s just a movie,” he teases gently, thumb brushing under your eye, and you sniff, pouting harder. “shut up,” you mumble, hiding your face, but he just grins, tilting your chin up. he peppers soft kisses across your face—your forehead, your damp cheek, your knuckles. “still crying?” he murmurs, lips brushing yours. “’cause i’ll keep kissing you till you forget the plot.” you breathe out a shaky laugh, heart fluttering despite yourself, and he kisses you again. “there she is,” he whispers smugly, tucking you under his chin. “my pretty girl.”

PARK JAY

“c’mere, baby,” jay murmurs, voice velvet-soft as he pulls you gently into his lap, arms looping around your waist like he’s scared you’ll disappear. your cheeks are warm and damp, but he doesn’t flinch—just presses a kiss to your temple and lets you curl into his chest, burying your face there while his fingers stroke your spine. he hums something soft under his breath. “don’t cry, sweetheart. you want me to get you that bag you were looking at last week? the pretty one with the bow?” he whispers against your temple. “i’ll buy you ten if it makes you smile again.” he cups your jaw so gently it almost makes you cry again. “i’ve got you, princess,” he says, thumb brushing away your tears.

SIM JAKE

“baby? wait—did i do something?” jake’s voice is frantic the second he sees your tears, eyes going wide like you just broke his entire heart. “did i say something? did i hurt you? please tell me, angel, i didn’t mean to—” you shake your head and hiccup, and he exhales like he’s been holding his breath for hours. “oh thank god,” he whispers, pulling you into his chest. “you wanna lie down? or ice cream? or that plushie you liked last week? i’ll buy you ten,” he rambles, “just say the word, angel. i’ll do anything. just don’t be sad.”

PARK SUNGHOON

sunghoon shows up at your door within minutes, breathless, cheeks flushed from the cold, holding a slightly crumpled bouquet like it’s the only thing keeping him upright. “i heard you were crying,” he mumbles, voice quiet as his eyes flicker over your tear-streaked face, “so i brought you these.” you don’t even speak—just fall into his arms, and he catches you instantly, hands on your waist. he presses a kiss to your hair, heart racing beneath your cheek. “it’s okay,” he whispers, not much else—just that. over and over. “it’s okay, baby. i’m here.” because even if he can’t always find the words, his love doesn’t need explaining. and tonight, that’s enough. he is enough.

KIM SUNOO

sunoo’s lips instantly pout when he sees your teary eyes. “oh no, no, don’t cry, angel,” he whispers, cupping your face with both hands so gently it makes you cry harder. “it breaks my heart when you’re sad,” he murmurs. “you’re too precious for tears, okay?” he guides you to sit on the couch and letting you curl up. his arms wrap around you snugly while he hums something soft, cheek resting against your head. “let me take care of you,” he coos, rubbing your back.

YANG JUNGWON

jungwon kneels in front of you without saying a word at first, his brows pulled together in quiet worry as he reaches up to gently tuck your hair behind your ear, fingers lingering a little just to hold your face. “hey, look at me, baby,” he says softly, thumb brushing under your eye to catch a tear before it falls. “what’s going on, hm?” his voice is so calm, it only makes your chest tighten more. “you don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. just… let me be here, okay?” he pulls you into his arms, your face buried in his neck. i’ve got you. always.” “seeing you cry makes me want to fix the whole damn universe.”

NISHIMURA RIKI

"aww, baby," riki coos, brushing a thumb under your eye, catching the tear before it slips — and of course, the little shit’s smirking. "crying already? i didn't even do anything that mean." he pulls you into his lap anyway, arms wrapping snug around your waist. "should i kiss it better? maybe here—" he plants one on your jaw, "—or here—" a kiss on your nose. you grumble, hiding your face in his hoodie, but he’s relentless. “no hiding. i wanna see that pout. it’s cute.” you shove him, and he grins wide. “there’s that almost-smile. c’mon, baby, give me the real one. or i’ll really start being annoying.”

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cherrygirlfriend · 2 months ago

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(not) the lady of the house

older!rafe x maid!reader

warnings: smut, MDNI! i got this idea simply from cleaning my apartment, and from the fact that i like to clean... so, naturally, i had to bring it to life. ORIGINALLY POSTED IN SEPTEMBER 2024

when rafe got married, he swore to himself that he wouldn't be like the most men that lived in figure eight, having affairs with multiple women that were ten, or even twenty years younger than him. he swore that he'd stay loyal, that the only woman he'd have eyes for would be his wife.

and he kept to his promise. he pampered his wife, caroline, in any way possible, keeping her satisfied even when he was busy with work. but out of nowhere, she seemed to be coming home later and later, making excuses that she had bumped into a friend and gone for a drink, or that her work-out session had stretched out.

but one morning after one of her "long work-out sessions", his wife was in the shower while she got a notification on her phone, and even though he tried to, rafe couldn't resist the temptation to check what message his wife had gotten. and that was the final nail on the coffin.

"i had fun last night ;)"

it was like the breath had been knocked out of rafe's chest, and even though he put her phone back where he had picked it up from, and tried to forget it, he couldn't. and even as his wife came out of the shower, got ready for the day, and left the house, he didn't move a muscle.

only when an unknown figure appeared at the doorway to the bedroom, a soft "oh!" leaving the person's lips, did he finally pick up his head and look at who had come in.

"i'm sorry, mr. cameron. i thought you were at work..." you said, rubbing the back of your neck. rafe had never met any of the maids that worked for the cameron household, always being at work when they came by. he simply cleared his throat, getting onto his feet with an apologetic look on his face, "i'll get out of your hair." he said with an attempt at a smile.

but when he was passing you, you took hold of his suit jacket, before letting it go with a flurry of apologies, looking down at your feet, mumbling something to yourself before you looked up at him with the sweetest smile he had ever seen, "is everything alright, mr. cameron?"

every day after that, the two of you talked; about your lives, your worries, your dreams, about everything between the heavens and the earth. and after a month of that, you had your first kiss.

now, it had been three months since you two had properly met, rafe thrusting into you as he whispered loving words in your ear as you moaned underneath him, his cock hitting that spot every time he thrust into you.

and when he came in you, he'd press soft little kisses on your neck, nipping at the skin as he mumbled against your skin about how precious you were.

you laid on his chest, your finger trailing up and down his defined chest, your mind filled with thoughts about the man who had just come in you, wondering if you were the only one who felt... whatever it was that you felt when you were with him. you didn't want to call it love, too scared of it, too scared of the thought that maybe he felt the same way.

little did you know, that rafe was thinking the same thing, wondering if you felt the connection between the two of you, or if it was just something he had pictured. and so, in silence, the both of you were wondering the same thing, from two different points of view.

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princesssmars · 8 months ago

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home sweet home

a vi x reader.

the war between the silco and the firelights has gotten tense, and all you want is a day off to rest. but when an old flame returns from the dead you find the energy to give her a welcome home present she won’t forget.

wc: 4.491

contains : fluff, adoptive brother ekko and firelight reader. mentions of vi's abuse in prison :c smut. dry humping and tribbing yippee.

a/n : idk something about being separated for years and celebrating the reunion with rough and/or desperate sex does it for me bro 💔 started this beforeeee everything and hopefully this gets posted the morning of act ones drop <3 update i love vi but i need to kick her ass yayyy enjoy.

for lack of a better word, your day was getting really fucking weird.

you woke up with a weird feeling in your stomach, an ache strong enough to rouse you from your sleep and out of your bed. you chalked it up to hunger, having skipped another meal last night to stay up looking over some of the injured firelight’s and new schematics for tools and weapons.

but once you got a good meal into your stomach, staring up at the giant tree you called your home, you realized the feeling wasn’t from neglecting your appetite. it was that feeing you got when something big was about to happen.

you felt it when the breakthroughs were made on some of the bigger inventions like the hoverboards, when the firelights found this impossible and beautiful grove and made it their home, on that day years ago where your life crumbled around you in the space of a few days.

so it was only up to fate if something bad or good would happen today. and you didn’t feel like waiting to find out.

quickly making your way up the tree, you rapidly do your special knock on ekko’s door, only to be met with silence. you try again and silence still. trying and slightly failing to keep yourself calm, you head back down and start asking others if they’ve seen him, the ache in your stomach growing at some of the awkward and shifty responses you get.

for six years you and ekko have been inseparable. both traumatized by the trials of growing up in the undercity, getting taken in by benzo, and then the sudden and bloody death of your friends, you had no one else to depend on except for each other. it was hard to put it lightly, navigating a rapidly changing undercity and taking care of your little adoptive brother while trying to deal with your own trauma. even as you met others and formed this group you now call family, you made a promise to each other to stick side by side no matter what.

and that included not running off and doing god knows what in the early morning while the other was sleeping.

you’re halfway through pulling on your coat and mask when you hear the sound of the main door opening and a small commotion, running as fast as you can to get down the tree again before a tall figure stops you.

he tries to be funny, throwing out a 'hey hey hey, slow down! your running like there’s a fire-ow!' before he holds a gloved hand to the side of his arm, cradling the spot where you punched him. you get a solid minute of berating and cussing him out before the look on his face tells you he's being serious, conflict clear in his brown eyes.

you have about a million questions running in your head as he leads you to one of the stock rooms, his breath inhaling multiple times to explain before he lets it out in frustration.

“just…promise you won’t freak out, ok?”

you nod before he pushes you inside and closes the door behind you.

you scoff, calling his name and knocking on the hard material for him to let you out. you weren’t in the mood today to entertain his hidden playful nature, most of the time you indulged him but you were too worried at the moment. you’re seconds away from cursing him out again when a soft voice calls out your name from the darkness behind you behind you.

no. it’s not possible. it’s deeper, more rugged then you remember, but you wouldn’t, couldn’t forget that voice. you heard it in your dreams for years, pushing you to keep going for yourself when you felt like giving up, reminding you she was always there by your side when you felt so alone.

you slowly turn your body, unconsciously trying to protect yourself from the possibility of this being a farce when two strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you into a sturdy torso. at the slightest glimpse of hit pink hair your eyes start to water and your chest is heaving with long building gasps, wrapping your arms around her shoulders and digging your face into her neck.

for years you’d daydream about this moment, what you’d say if you were reunited with the girl who was your best friend and likely the love of your life. you’d imagine the rushed out words and apologies, the shared wails as you assured the other you’d never leave their side again. but this silence just feels so right, makes so much sense for all the emotions you’ve been letting sit in your heart without any kind of resolution or closure.

she pulls away from you slightly and you hope she ignores the subtle whine that leaves your throat as she does. her large, and you mean really large, palms come up to cup your cheek as she stares at your face, blue eyes flitting across your features like she’s trying to commit every piece of you to memory. you don’t mind, you remember how she liked when you let her observe things so she could take in things as much as possible lest they be gone in a second. it just gives you an excuse to stare at her, too.

and gods above are you staring. obviously a large part of you is sentimental and sad as you see how much she’s changed over the years; the longer jagged shapes of her jaw, her nose. your heart pangs seeing the cuts in her brow and lip that you unconsciously bring a finger up to rub at. but it takes an embarrassing amount of strength not to pay attention just to her lips as you feel over the scar, how her bright eyes go wide and unblinking as she stands and lets you do whatever it is you’re doing.

you want to do anything to break the tension and you’re given the opportunity when your eyesight drifts slightly to the right and catches onto the tattoo on her upper cheek.

“did you…tattoo your name on your face?”

you’re still so close you can feel her laugh rather than hear it, her chest pressing into your when she huffs through her nose.

“wanted to make sure the guys in there knew who was kicking their asses without the need for introductions.”

“still punching first yelling insults later?”

“nothing anybody in there didn’t deserve.”

gods does your heart hurt for her. you knew it was likely other people like her were probably in stillwater, disposed of to cover someone’s ass or see as thrash just for where they were born. but you knew despite that she would have faced so much being thrown in there at such a young age that you not anyone else could understand, the way they must have treated her…

even after all these years it’s like she can ready your body language like a book, able to know your fingers stalling in their exploration means your mind is wandering, and given the previous subject matter she knows it can’t be good. her bandaged fingers gently wrap around yours and rub over your knuckles until your attention is back on her.

“hey, stay with me for now. we’ll have time to go over all that stuff later. right now just stay with me, alright?”

like you could ever say no to her.

you figure the best way to make progress until your much needed conversation is yo acquaint her with where your sure she’ll be staying until she gets back on her feet, however she chooses to do so. at first she seems uncomfortable with the idea of staying at the base, like she doesn’t want to intrude on the home you and others had built from the ground up.

“obviously i’ll help with anything you guys ask but are you sure everyone would be alright with me staying here? i kind of punched the shit out of that scar guy.”

“he’ll get over it just like everyone else. you’re a legend here, vi, you’re up on that mural for a reason.”

the whole time you show vi around you feel a warm mess in your chest. you forgot just how nice it was to spend time with her, thinking back on fond memories of the two of you sneaking away when the others were busy to spend time together on the safer and quieter parts of the undercity. your feelings aren’t helped with how close vi insists on being, hand never leaving your grasp as you tug her around and occasionally bumping her shoulder into yours when your mind wanders.

you’re recounting the story of how one of the hoverboards went haywire and crashed into one of the bases walls when a low rumble from the side of you cuts you off, footsteps halting you in place. when you turn to vi she has that same cute embarrassed look she used to have when you were younger, eyes wide and body still like if she didn’t move you wouldn’t acknowledge what just happened.

she knows better than to argue with you as you drag her pliant body somewhere, most likely to get her something to eat after only having some scarfed down jerichos a few hours ago. you bc lead her to some small communal dining area before not so gently guiding her to sit, eyes on her form for a few seconds to make sure she won’t be stubborn and refuse to let you grab some food for her.

and why would she even think of resisting when she can sit here and finally get a few minutes to just relax. ever since cait somehow managed to get her out of prison her body had been on, sheer stubbornness and willpower keeping her going until she found what she was looking for. a part of her knew she wouldn’t stop searching, wouldn’t stop hoping to see you and her sister again.

but as she watches you across the room pick and prod over a meal a vastayan is helping to out on your plate her shoulders unclench and the muscles in her legs ease. nothing felt better than when you’d dote over her. she remembers one time she caught a flu and had to stay inside and distant from everyone, ready to be miserable in solitude until you burst in with vander hot on your heels and insisted you wouldn’t leave her side until she was better, that she’d do the same for you.

which she did have to wind up doing as you caught the sickness from her after only three days. she never once complained.

when you finish her plate you look back to her with a sweet smile and start to walk back over to her. she writhes in her seat a bit under your gaze, suddenly feeling a little too warm when you sit the plate in from of her and tell her to eat up. she tries her best not to scarf this down as well, but when you give her a look that says you know how hungry she she is and won’t mind she can’t help herself.

she spends the rest of the day by your side, never leaving your sight as you introduce her to some of your fellow firelights and some of the younger kids who’d heard stories about her and vander. you can tell it still prods at an unhealed wound to talk about him in past tense, but that she still looks back on those fond memories with happiness. you’re more than happy to join in and help narrate the tale of one of your more adventurous and dangerous trips through the old undercity.

eventually the sun starts to set and the lights of the tree turn from a dazzling green to a soft collection of oranges and yellow, a signal to everyone that it’s time to wind down and end the day. the two of you meet back of with ekko who tells you he had already shown cait to an extra room she could use for the next few days.

“cupcake didn’t put up too much of hassle today, did she? don’t think she’s ever spent this much time past the promenade.”

“she was alright. uptight but i can tell she means well. you can talk to her in the morning, her room is right across from yours.”

you’re paying too much attention to just being in the space of two of your favorite people again that you don’t even notice how vi has turned her head to look at you, silently asking you to ask her for what she hopes you both want. by the time you realize and turn back to ekko he has that dumb little grin on his face that he used to wear all the time he’d catch the two of you getting a little too close for comfort.

“don’t even start, ekko.”

“i didn’t say anything! i’ll catch up with you two tomorrow. try not to be so loud, some of us need a good nights sleep tonight-“

you quickly reach over and swat at the young boys arm as he laughs and hurries away from the two of you, voice carrying as he leaves to head off to sleep.

it’s surreal as you take vi’s hand into yours and start the brisk walk to your personal quarters. you don’t have any expectations about tonight but you can’t lie and say a deep part of yourself isn’t hoping to get more than close with her tonight.

once you reach your bedroom you start shuffling for some clothes for the both of you to wear while she prods and examines all of your things. you watch her for a moment, nearly giving yourself away with a laugh when she nearly breaks the dusty antique snow globe you’d found abandoned on a scrap run.

“it’s crazy, right? how they’ll just abandon things without even thinking about their worth.” you speak offhandedly as you settle yourself on to your bed and start to remove your boots and holsters.

“yeah, no offense but i just. really don’t wanna talk about abandoning things right now.” her tone is malicious enough to make you sit your movements, eyes softening at the broken and tired woman in front of you.

“i’m sorry, i just-“

“no, no, it’s okay. i understand,” you gently reach out your hand to hold hers, locked in that tight fist she does when she’s bottling up her anger. “can you talk to me about it? whatever you want to say, just say it.”

she rolls her shoulder before setting down the globe and sitting on the bed, her tensed back facing you. you gently pass the spare clothes you have for her and watch as she takes them and sets them on her lap.

“every night for the first year i was in there i’d have these nightmares. about what happened. first it was just, replaying what happened on this endless loop. then it was wondering what i could’ve done different, if i could’ve been smarter-“

“vi dont do that,” you crawled over to sit right behind her body placed your hands on her shoulders, gently rubbing them across and down to her forearms. trying to look her in the eye proves useless. “what happened was…tragic, and blaming yourself is pointless. you did what you could, i know you did.”

“how? how could you possibly know?” she finally turns her head to you and the look in her eyes does nothing to help the sick feeling you have building up in your throat and stomach. “i told you to stay with ekko, you weren’t there. how could you not be even a little angry at me, for not being here for powder, for ekko and the firelights, for you?”

you can hear the lump in her throat and see the tears building in her eyes when you bring your hands up to cup her face. a stray tear runs down her face and you brush it away with your thumb.

“i could never be angry at you, vi. not for this. the girl i know always kept fighting for her family, and if she didn’t come back to us it was because she couldn’t. she’d never abandon us, you wouldn’t abandon us.”

she gently nods her head and nuzzles her face into your hands. you give her a minute to calm down, continuing to softly brush her cheeks and her crazy hair out of her eye.

“what is going on with your hair?” you whisper as you struggle to push a strand away and out of her face, giving up once it falls back into place for the tenth time.

her eyebrows scrunch. "what, you dont like it? its cool."

"its covering half of your face, its horrible."

"you'll get used to it." she shakes her head with a small smile before softly resting her hand on your lower waist.

"maybe, but im definitely not going to brush over you tattooing your name on your face. please tell me you didnt make any other rash b ody adjustments in there."

the growing smile on her simultaneously puts butterflies in your stomach and makes you very nervous. its not helped when she turns her back to you again and starts to shrug off her jacket, revealing the previous glimpse of her neck tattoo you'd seen goes further down. way further down.

"wow. that's...wow." you want to bury your head into your hands and leave the room. 'wow just wow?' really smooth. "can i touch?"

"uhhh yeah, no problem."

after she gives her consent your fingertips lightly hover and brush over the interlapping lines of curves inked into her skin. you feel a small thrill seeing the goosebumps rise on her arms when your hands glide down them, taking pride in knowing you can still bring out a physical reaction in her with your touch.

"this is really nice, vi. did you get someone in there to do it for you?"

"nope, did 'em both myself. wasn't exactly the best environment to ask people to have access to your body with a needle for hours at a time."

you hum in response while continuing to observe the tattoo. you can see it goes further down her back and decide to speak without thinking too much about what you're saying.

"can i see the rest of it?"

you're a bit scared at how still she goes, wondering if maybe you crossed a boundary before her hands slowly reach behind her and start to lift the white fabric of her shirt until its full taken off of her body.

you make sure to continue the gentle touches as your hands run down the muscles and planes of her back, continuing to admire the clouds and gears that make up the design. you feel a little pang in your heart when you see the initials of mylo and claggor at the bottom of the tattoo, along with the number of welts and scars on her skin.

"its beautiful, vi." you whisper. her body subtly scooches back on the bed to get closer to your touch. the moment is just shy of overwhelming, which is probably why you leave a small kiss on her shoulder, right where one of the scars starts before trailing down her back a few inches. she lets out a muffled noise and you start to pull away before the strong grip of her palm clasps down on your leg, holding you in place.

you leave more kisses and pecks over the length of her tattoo as your legs start to wrap around her from behind, both of her hands grasping your thighs as she relaxes into the affection. you test the waters when you come back up to her neck, lightly sinking your teeth into her skin.

"oh fuck-" her strained voice hits your ears right before she abruptly pulls out of your arms and tugs you by the arm and leg until your reversed, sitting in her lap with her hands gripping at your hips.

you continue to drag yours up and down her arms, reveling in the fact that you can now see her facial expressions, how her eyes droop and lips part as you slightly scratch at her skin.

you adjust your hips to sit closer to her at the same time she lifts hers up, the friction causing small noises to escape both of your throats. her eyes open up and she stares up at you with those big light blues.

your hand travels up to her hair, running through it as you keep looking at her. "are you sure? i dont wanna push you,"

"you wont, i do. please, just wanna be close to you."

you give in, wrapping your arms around her neck and bringing her into a sweet kiss, reveling in the feel of her arms coming up to grip on your back. its slow and languid as you get used to each other before she adds her tongue to the mix, pulling a moan from your throat as you try to bury yourself even closer into her hold.

you move your focus onto her neck, trailing kisses and bites down and across her throat, as she rocks your bodies together and claws at your back.

"used to dream about this, about you, missed you so much," her voice has a slight rasp to it already that drives you nuts, instantly darting back up to bring her into a messy kiss. she adjusts her knee to rest in between your legs and lifts it up into your core, pulling away to look at you as you moan at the friction.

"jeez, what'd they teach you in there?" you let out a breathy chuckle while you grind down into her knee. your eyes drift close before her gentle kiss to her cheek drags your gaze back to her, unblinking as she watches you come undone for her. her stare along with the hazy smile on her face yanks you to the edge, gasping and moaning as you come in her arms.

you feel almost drunk as you come down from your orgasm, nuzzling into her neck while she presses gentle kisses to your shoulder and the side of your neck. she starts to place your body on the bed before you tug her back on top of you.

"what, aren't you tired?"

"maybe, but not tired enough to stop now. take off your pants."

she grins like she'd just been offered free sweets from a piltovian candy shop for the rest of her life. you try not to giggle as she stumbles off the bed and tugs her pants off before settling her body back on top of yours. she resumes her barrage of kisses and bites into your skin, finally paying some attention to your chest while you bring your hands up to thumb at her nipples, biting your lip at how sensitive she is to the touch.

she wastes no time spreading your legs beneath you and getting your silent agreement before moving her lips to rest over yours, taking a second to drag her fingers through your cunt and stuffing them inside her mouth.

"vi!"

"sorry, was just curious." she leans down to kiss you sweetly before resting her self on you, legs draped over the curves of her arms as she oh so slowly starts to drag herself back and forth over you.

you slightly wish you had done this first as the overstimulation makes it oh so intense for you, the feeling of her hair and clit rubbing over yours nearly sending you into a frenzy. your eyes roll back into your head once she starts to speed up her movements, her soft whines and grunts into your neck only adding to the physical stimulation you're feeling.

your core feels like its on fire when you start to hear the subtle whispers she's letting out into your neck, curses of 'fuck, fuck oh-fuck,' and grunts of your name mix together to create a desperate harmony.

"vi, feels too- oh my god i-"

"i know, baby, i know," she moans, pressing a harsh bite into the underside of your neck. you can feel her smile into it when you involuntarily let out a squeal at the action. "never gonna leave you, pretty. could never leave you, leave this."

you never fancied yourself the possessive type, but the reaction you have to her words definitely proves there's something there as you wrap your hands around her shoulder and squish her down into you again, moaning just a little too loud at the lack of closeness and feeling of her chest rubbing against yours.

you can feel your next orgasm building quick and fast, thighs trembling as you desperately grind your hips into her even harder. you can tell she's close too, hips losing their rhythm as her panting gets even louder. you nudge your face to the side and rub your cheek against hers, thankful she gets the hint to smother both of your noises with an intense kiss.

"fuck, vi, missed you s'much, love this, love you-"

you're grateful that you have some semblance of brain activity left to drag her head down to your neck to bit down as she cums, her groan loud and long as she keeps moving her hips until you cum only a few seconds after she does. you can feel a tear or two escape your eyes, overstimulation so intense you think you see janna for a moment.

both of your chests are rapidly panting as you catch your breaths, dragging your hand through her sweaty hair while she presses gentle kisses over the marks she no doubt left over your chest. now you'll have to wear more layers for a while, but at the moment you cant find it in you to care.

"you have no idea how glad i am that i still have you," you almost dont pick up on the silent whisper she says, muffled by the current kisses. you lazily drag your fingers to lift her up by the chin until she's looking at you, eyes filled with nothing but love and affection.

"you're always gonna have me vi, i promise."

you can tell she has her doubts, you do as well. but she lets herself relax into your hand yet again and wears the tiniest smile while she starts to fall asleep in your embrace.

you gently pull the covers over both of your bodies and follow her into the lull of sleep, falling asleep in vi's arms again for the first time in years.

you have the nicest dreams you've had in years.

#still want her #throw me in the show id save her </3 #arcane #arcane x reader #vi #vi arcane #vi x reader #vi x reader fluff #vi x reader smut

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honeytonedhottie · 25 days ago

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how to be audacious, a guide⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🧁💕

for the longest time, i used to shrink myself... i was too scared to ask, too scared to seem “too much.” but recently i’ve realized: being afraid to ask keeps you stuck. it keeps you small. being audacious? it’s about putting yourself and ur goals FIRST and pursuing them without shame, and knowing you're worthy of them. this post is your push to break out of that bubble and start asking. because the closed mouth never gets fed…💬🎀

YOU KNOW YOU HAVE FREE WILL... RIGHT? ;

are u taking full advantage of ur free will everyday? i swear, sometimes we forget we have it and we wonder why everything seems boring, or why we're still stick in the same place we were last year. ur not a sim on autopilot, every decision that u make/don't make is shaping your life.

you can ask for more. you can walk away. you can say no, or better yet, say yes to something that scares you a little (but lowkey excites you too). my mom always says, "ur not a tree thats just rooted in one spot, you can get up and move."

YOU DESERVE IT ;

ur only limited by the limitations that u accept in ur mind. if u say something or someone is not in ur league, or u don't deserve something than you dont. simple as that. stop taking on limitations from others, society, ur own limiting beliefs and just let urself live! if u can conceptualize something then you. can. get. it. and i want u to drill that into ur head.

YOUR AUDACITY ISN'T HURTING ANYONE ;

idk why we're so afraid to be audacious, to ask for things, to take up space. its not like being audacious and asking for more is hurting anyone, in fact it only hurts urself when u sell urself short. by you having audacity, your exposing urself to more opportunities and options. you miss 100% of the shots u dont take, so don't be afraid to fail a few times.

ADMIT UR DESIRES ;

why lie to urself and tell urself u want x when you really want y? bcuz u think x is more attainable? stop pretending like ur fine with the bare minimum and dont be shy to be fussy or difficult or a diva. ADVOCATE for yourself. asking for more doesn't make u greedy, it makes u self aware. clarity is step one to getting everything you’ve ever dreamed of.

it doesn't hurt to try! if u try the same things then ur gonna get the same results so think of ur life is a testing lab. try it for the plot. worst case? you learn something. best case? you’re living your best, most unexpected EXCITING life ever...💬🎀

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milkoomi · 2 months ago

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a guide to summer hygiene. ᥫ᭡

warmer weather is finally making an appearance and that means summer is even closer! let’s be real, a lot of us want to live and breathe “hot girl summer” but the heat? the sweat? yeah, that can make being an it-girl in the summer hard. it’s prime time for us all to be worrying about whether or not we smell good when we’re out and about under the summer sun, so allow me to be your big sis and hand down my best summer hygiene tips and tricks so that you can guarantee you’ll be smelling fresh as flowers all summer long!

let’s begin …

୨ৎ — body odor 101

we all absolutely dread bad smelling body odor, and some of us (me included) fear it. so let’s talk about how that not-so-nice smell can come about on our bodies.

sweat itself is odorless! it’s the bacteria on our skin that can make the sweat smell! we all have normal flora (natural bacteria) that live within our bodies and on our skin, which like the name suggests, is completely normal for our bodies to have! but sometimes that mix of bacteria and sweat can cause some pretty foul smells.

it’s also important to know that there are other factors that can be associated with body odor! hormones, diet, certain medications/vitamins/supplements, and obviously your hygiene habits can impact how you smell!

we also have two different sweat glands: eccrine glands & apocrine glands!

eccrine glands — they secrete sweat directly onto the skin to provide a cooling effect on our bodies

apocrine glands — most commonly found glands in the armpit area as well as the groin area ; this is where the body odor can stem from! due to the hair that grows in those two specific areas, bacteria can mix better with the sweat our bodies produce

important to note: your body hair is nothing to be ashamed of! whether you’re a woman, nonbinary, a man, or however you identify, your body hair is natural and it’s all completely up to you, and you alone, to decide whether or not you shave, trim, wax, or keep your body hair! having body hair does not mean you have poor hygiene!

୨ৎ — it all starts in the shower

it’s already a very obvious given that showering every single day is a must when it comes to achieving good and proper hygiene, so please make sure you’re hopping into the shower daily my loves! especially if you spent the entire day sweating, which will most likely happen during the warmer seasons!

like we discussed in the previous section, body odor is a mix of the sweat we produce and the bacteria that is living on the skin. so, if you are more prone to sweating or you were grinding at the gym or you went for a walk in the heat, do not forget to shower!

double cleansing the body

just as we double cleanse our face and hair, we should also double cleanse the body! i’ve mentioned this in a previous post with hygiene tips, but it’s good to do an initial cleanse to remove all the sweat, grime, and dirt from the day and then follow up with another cleanse to ensure that you’re body is squeaky clean and smelling fresh!

1st cleanse: can be an unscented or a scented soap/body wash, does not have to be an antibacterial wash (but it can be if you so choose), can be a bar soap or gel/liquid body wash

2nd cleanse: i recommend this 2nd cleanse to be something scented, but it doesn’t have to be! having at least one body wash/soap be scented can just amplify that clean and fresh smell of your body!

soap is soap. body wash is body wash. simply put: either way, you will be clean! you don’t have to go out and buy medical-grade soaps to clean your body. Dove is a great and affordable option! they have a great selection of bar soaps and body washes that will leave you smelling good and feeling clean!

loofas are not your friend

i’ve also talked about this in another post, but loofas harbor so much bacteria! and, again, bacteria + sweat = bad b.o.

African net sponges have been a god-send for me! they last for years, are machine washable, stretchy (making it easier to wash those hard to reach areas), and dry completely which makes it harder for bacteria to develop because bacteria thrive in moist/wet environments! which is why loofas are a no-go! standard wash cloths are also a great option, so long as you’re replacing it after every shower!

୨ৎ — post-shower rituals

what happens after your shower also plays a huge role into your hygiene! good and proper hygiene doesn’t stop in the shower!

dry all the cracks & crevices thoroughly

for my angels with coochies, please make sure you are completely dry down there! and make sure your underarms and any other cracks (and yes, i also mean the backdoor crack) and crevices are 100% dry!

put on deodorant immediately after your shower

as soon as your underarms are bone dry, put on deodorant! specifically an antiperspirant one! if you shower at night, it’s absolutely key to put on deodorant after your nightly shower because you could be sweating a lot more than you might think while you sleep! that antiperspirant is going to help keep your underarms smelling good and also help prevent that buildup of bacteria mixing with your sweat and creating a not-so-sweet smell.

cool off with a fan

if you take warmer/hot showers like me, i seriously recommend sitting in front of a fan after your shower or getting a fan (that fits in your bathroom) to help you cool off after your shower.

you probably just took the most amazing shower ever and you feel so nice and clean, but it’s hot as hell in your bathroom? get a fan! as you’re drying off the rest of your body and going through the rest of your post-shower routine, do you really want to do all of that in a hot and steamy room? getting sweaty all over again?

୨ৎ — every day & on-the-go tips

put deodorant in your purse/bag

if you’re a heavy sweater, bring deodorant with you and reapply it as you go about your day! you’ll never know when you might need it, especially if you’re spending all day outside in the summer!

carry body wipes with you

again, if you’re out all day and you’re needing a little freshening up, body wipes will be your best friend! these are especially good if you need to wipe down your underarms and then you can reapply deodorant so that you’re not layering a good smell over something that may not smell so good!

pack extra clothes

if you’re outside somewhere whether it’s a festival, amusement park, or even the park and you know you won’t be heading home for a while, pack an extra set of clothes! if you have the room in your bag, pack a new pair of underwear, shirt, pants, & even socks!

travel sized perfumes and/or body mists

i feel like people already know this, but seriously put a travel sized bottle of perfume/body spray in your bag! it’s always a good idea to reapply a good fragrance!

change your bed sheets weekly

again, this is another tip that’s pretty much a given, but during the warmer seasons it’s even more important to change your bed sheets regularly!

final notes —

the warmer seasons are just around the corner! i know a lot of us feel like we blossom and flourish in the spring/summer! me, personally, i feel the most beautiful freshly showered and ready for the day ahead! so think of your hygiene routine as a part of your beauty routine!

with lots of love, faustina 🌷

#milkoomis #girlblogger #girlblogging #it girl #that girl #girl blog aesthetic #becoming that girl #it girl tips #self care blog #self care tips #self care #hygiene tips #feminine hygiene #hygiene #beauty #beauty tips #self love #self love tips #personal care

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always-a-slut-4-ghouls · 1 year ago

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My cat is so mad every day I’m on my laptop because he can’t sit in my lap and can’t sit on the computer but my legs are right there and I have a footstool right next to my arm and a shelf for him above the couch but nooo, how dare I have anything else in my lap

#emma posts #I don’t want to get one of those beside the couch laptop desks because it would only be useful for my laptop and cost more than my lap desk #but he’s pushing it #if I start to cave in about my laptop though he won’t take anything else seriously #fuck my sketchbooks tablet and regular books #only HE #he already does this but is worse without the lap desk #and even more mad when i have to use my regular desk #I should probably get a better office chair #I keep falling out of that one and getting back pain #it was 30$ and has pretty much no support #but I still need to buy a kitchen table #my grandparents really want to buy me something for my apartment but I’ve already gotten most of what I’ve needed and have been using #a folding table without issue for over a year #i just keep forgetting I’m using a folding table and chair until someone points it out #like ‘oh yeah. this was something I was borrowing from family that had it for events #but they haven’t had any events that needed it #but I bought my desk and living room furniture and a lot of shelves and kitchen stuff over the last few years #and sometimes family would be getting rid of something old and be like ‘you want a shitty old mattress? it still works but it’s like twice #your age’ and I was like ‘hell yeah free bed’#the town i moved to has a big ass thrift store too. and I have a big family #I know I’m lucky that way #though it would be nicer if people stopped dieing all the time #three downsides to a big family: hard to keep track of new people. some of your relatives will be crazy in a bad way. and people just keep #dying all the time. people are also born all the time. but seeing your family for funerals and being squished together in a church to #try and awkwardly process that the aunt you saw once a year lately just died #feels really weird and overwhelming #at least when grandma died I was a traumatized wreck. everyone seems to know how that works #not that I was happy with that or anything. it’s just weird when you feel distant during the ceremony

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dontbesoweirdkira · 8 months ago

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There's just so much potential for platonic !yan Tim Drake that isn't really explored. This post may flop but I like to imagine that yan! Tim Drake is actually the worse out of all his brothers...

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Requests: always open

Look...you and i both know that Tim is canonically unhinged. But Batsis!reader doesn't. It's so easy for you to forget that your brother Tim is so dangerous. I mean he doesn't really seem all that different from any other nerdy 19 year old. His body doesn't loom over you like the more bulky of your brothers, and his presence is rather...calming? I mean there's still a bit of uneasiness there but it's so subtle that you can brush it off

He's normal when he interacts with you. He doesn't bug you to spend time with him or uncomfortably touch you like Dick does. He is sweet and gentle...He knows how you prefer to be engaged with and respects what you don't like.

But, that's what makes him so dangerous. He knows you. Every. Last. Detail. He's gotten so good at being a nasty little fly on the wall that sometimes you forget he's even in the room. He's always around you, observing and collecting data. He's got you wrapped around his fingers and you don't realize it.

But it's not your fault. It's hard to even imagine that someone as mellow as Tim could ever share the same traits as his brothers.

Yan! Tim fully picked up just how intuitive you are and how you can spot red flags easily. He's so calculated and careful with every interaction. It's amazing how natural he makes these conversations flow. Well, they better. He's spent hours analyzing and practicing how to speak to you. His heart is pounding with anticipation, as every shred of information you give him is going right into his files on you.

Oh! The files he has on you? When Jason and Dick asked him about how many he had, he said only 4. Which is true. but those 4 files have much more information and pictures of you than they could comprehend. ...and he wasn't accounting for the hard drives and physical stacks of papers he stole. I believe Tim knows more about you than you do. When was the last time you've seen your medical records? Passports? Birth certificate? Is your ID even in your wallet? Don't worry, your brother Tim is keeping them safe for you.

Yan! Tim is a little stalker who may or may not have put a tracking/listening devices in your bag so he can keep tabs on you. <33 That's why he's always wearing headphones so he cab listen in. A small piece of missed information could cost him so much. Don't be mad, batsis! He cannot risk making you suspicious of him by asking you invasive questions so this is the only way.

I Like to think you automatically sit by him. whether it be during breakfast, watching a movie or in the car. You feel safer with him and it's a better option in your head than being with Dick who will be overbearing. Tim always acts cool, even a little annoyed by you at times but inside he's screaming. Your scent, your small smiles at him and nudge his shoulders when he makes a funny remark all send him into overdrive.

But i must say, it's exhausting for him to hold back his obsession all of the time. Sometimes he envies his siblings and how shameless they are in their obsessions. Tim Drake thinks about how great it would to be to just be hugged by you or for you to want to fall asleep on him like you do with Jason.

Sometimes, our creepy detective will slip up. He will say or do something that is odd to you

"I cannot remember the name of that song i used to listen to...what was it.."

"It's this one by that local band, sis."

"oh, yeah! wait...how did you-"

"I know you better than i know myself..."

"...what?"

*an incident happened where dick basically forced you to say i love you back. Tim was there and he was so so jealous*

"You love me the most though, right?"

You laughed, thinking it was a joke\

"Sure, Tim. You are my favorite Robin."

*Tim is very visibly becoming feral. Almost in the same way as Dick and you are slightly alarmed*

"...I'm your favorite Robin? So you do love me more than them."

"0-o"

He repeats it over and over again in his mind. If he was recording it like he does with many of your interaction, it will be on instant replay every morning as an affirmation.

That one time you were chilling in the study with Tim. His head was ducked, low into the computer. It was super late by this time and you didn't really want to bother him so you ended up leaving without saying anything, and headed to your room. Tim was beyond hurt that you were breaking his version of bonding time and you had the audacity to not even announce your exit. He's so swift that it startled you when he grabbed your wrist from behind. His grip was....strong.... to say the least..... and he questioned why you were leaving him.

speaking of his strength, Tim is so skinny that you forget he is well trained with a nice bit of muscle. Maybe not as strong as his brothers or Bruce but he can easily subdue you.

He's definitely broken a lock or two, to get into your room at the dead of night and watch you sleep. This is the only time when he can be as fucked up as he wants to. The unhinged look in his eyes while going through your things and taking what's interesting..The adrenaline that you might catch him, excites him. He can't help but to sickly smile as he makes his way over to you and observes. A gentle hand caresses the sides of your face. You're so perfect. He whispers on and on things he wishes he could tell you while you were awake and wouldn't think it was weird....

Maybe even once he's crawled into bed with you, wrapping his arms around you. So happy to be able to finally be able to cuddle like this.

And if you happened to wake up, and realize your dear brother, Tim was there...he has a plan for that. He knows how to play mind games on you and makes you seem like the crazy one. No one would believe you anyways. The locks are all fixed by the morning.

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cheftsunoda · 12 days ago

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hi okay so i know you just did a poly and i absolutely ADORED it, so i wanted to put in a little request! could you do a poly where reader was with a driver (say lando for reference) but he cheated on her, so she writes a song about him cheating. however, carlos and rebecca swoop in and take her for themselves, which leads reader to write an album about them? i LOVE your works and i love your poly works even more!

it’s ok im ok — cs55 + rebecca

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carlos sainz x !singer reader x rebecca donaldson

lando norris x !ex singer reader

yn has been nothing but loyal and loving to lando over the last year and a half…and what did that get her? a broken heart…but it also may have given her a boyfriend AND a girlfriend.

fc : tate mcrae

(a/n) : love this ideaaaaa <3 thank you for all the love cutie pie.

guys i had the cs55 in red up until the minute i was about to post this. im still not over it.

also i apologize bc this took me so unnecessarily long to finish. promise i will have something else posted by tonight or early tomorowwww

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f1gossipgirls

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f1gossipgirls : Lando… babe, did you forget you have a girlfriend? And not just any girlfriend—a very hot, internationally famous one at that. Word on the street is Lando’s been cozying up to Magui these past few days while YN’s away on tour. And yep, someone caught them kissing in the club. Oof. Sending hugs to YN—she deserves so much better.

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username00 : not LANDO cheating on a GRAMMY NOMINATED BADDIE while she’s working 😭 men are actually unserious.

username0 : this is def on brand for magui

username1 : you fumble a woman like yn and you fumble your whole life, congrats lando 🎉

username5 : she was literally on stage pouring her heart out while he was in the club. disgusting.

username7 : her last show was tonight and he was supposed to be there with carlos im sick.

↳ username00 : carlos will def still be there. he LOVES yn and will especially be there to support her now.

username10 : cheating on a superstar like yn is so insane to me. i would’ve just stayed grateful and quiet 😭

username11 : you don’t cheat on a woman the world is in love with. he’s done.

username15 : can someone check on yn pls she deserves love, peace, and no crusty men.

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The stage lights are warm against my skin as I run through the final chorus, my voice echoing across the empty arena. Soundcheck usually feels like a safe space—a quiet rehearsal before the chaos of the crowd. But today, something feels…off. My phone has been vibrating nonstop. At first, I ignore it—everyone knows not to blow up my phone during rehearsals unless it’s urgent. Then the vibrations keep coming. And coming.

I lower my mic slowly and turn toward the side of the stage. My phone is facedown on a case, but even from here, I can see the screen light flashing again and again. Missed calls. Messages. Alerts. The energy in the room shifts.

“Hold for a second?” I say, already walking toward it.

I flip my phone over. The first thing I see is Lando’s name trending. Then the texts hit me all at once.

“Please call me ASAP.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Are you okay?”

“Have you seen the video???”

My chest tightens. I don’t want to click it. I already know. Deep down, I know. Still, I tap the notification. It opens to a video. Blurry, loud, too dark—but unmistakable. Lando. Magui. A club in Monaco. His hands on her waist. Her arms around his neck. His lips on hers. I don’t even realize I’ve stopped breathing.

“YN?” a voice calls gently.

I turn just as—my best friend, my dancer, my anchor—crosses the stage. Her face changes the second she sees mine.

“Come here,” she says, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and steering me offstage without asking a single question.

We sit on a low equipment case behind the curtain. The buzzing in my phone hasn’t stopped. Neither has the buzz in my head.

“He cheated on me,” I whisper. “In a club. While I was here. Rehearsing. Writing songs about him.”

She doesn’t flinch. Her grip on my hand tightens. “I saw the video,” she says quietly. “I didn’t want you to see it like this.”

I laugh, bitter and cracked. “How else was I supposed to see it? On Twitter? A news alert? A pap asking me about it??”

My voice shakes. My throat aches. I feel humiliated. Blindsided. Like the whole world saw the betrayal before I even knew it happened.

“I gave him everything,” I murmur. “I loved him. I trusted him.”

“I know,” She says softly. “And you didn’t do anything wrong. He did.”

My eyes blur with tears I hadn’t realized were building. I feel like I’m underwater, like this moment isn’t fully real yet.

“I feel so stupid,” I choke. “I feel…used.”

“No,” She says, pulling me into a hug. “You feel hurt. And you have every right to. But don’t you ever call yourself stupid. He didn’t cheat because of you—he cheated because he’s a coward.”

I lean into her. The backstage hum fades away, replaced by the sound of my heart breaking quietly into pieces.

She pulls back just enough to look me in the eye. “You’re going to survive this. And then? You’re going to do what you always do. You’re going to write. And when the world hears what he did to you in your own words? They’re not going to pity you. They’re going to stand with you.”

I swallow hard and nod. Slowly. My voice is gone, but my hands curl into fists.

“I’m done protecting people who don’t protect me,” I whisper.

Jess smiles, proud and fierce. “There she is.”

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The dressing room is filled with soft rustling and whispers. The scent of setting spray lingers in the air. I sit at the vanity, staring into the mirror as someone touches up the shimmer at the corner of my eyes. I look calm. Composed. But I feel like I’m floating outside myself. My phone buzzes again beside the mirror. I don’t need to look.

Lando. Again.

Missed calls. Messages. Voicemails. I’ve stopped checking.

“Don’t,” YBFN murmurs behind me, catching my eye in the mirror.

“I wasn’t going to,” I reply quietly, though my hand itches to grab the phone and throw it across the room.

Instead, I slide it farther out of reach. I shouldn’t care. But I do. Because I loved him. Because I trusted him. Because I thought the boy I stayed up writing songs about would at least have the decency to not betray me in public like that.

“YN?” someone calls gently from the hallway.

A knock follows. Hesitant.

“Hey, uh… it’s Max. Can I come in?”

I glance at her, and she gives a subtle nod. I swallow down the lump in my throat.

“Yeah,” I call.

The door creaks open slowly, and Max Fewtrell steps in, holding a bouquet of pale roses wrapped in soft brown paper. He looks… unsure. Nervous in a way I’ve never seen him. Like he doesn’t quite know where to stand in the aftermath.

“Hey,” he says softly.

“Hey.”

He steps forward, then stops halfway, fidgeting with the paper in his hands. “I—look, I didn’t know. I swear to you. If I had known what he was doing—what he did—I never would’ve let it happen. I feel sick. And I know I’m probably the last person you want to see, but I couldn’t not come tonight.”

His voice cracks a little near the end, and my heart tugs painfully in my chest.

I’ve always loved Max. Not in the way I loved him, but like the way you love people who come into your life and never leave—quiet constants. He was always there. Supportive. Sweet. A buffer when Lando got overwhelmed. A safe space. I stand slowly and walk to him. He doesn’t meet my eyes at first.

“I don’t hate you,” I say gently.

He looks up, and his eyes are glossy.

“I’ve known him since we were kids,” he says. “I never thought he’d do this to you. I mean—God, you of all people.”

I take the flowers from his hands, brushing my fingers against his. “Thank you for coming.”

“I didn’t want you to think I was picking sides,” he says quietly. “I’m not. I can’t. Not when I saw how much you loved him. And not when I see what this did to you.”

My throat tightens, but I manage a smile. “You don’t have to explain, Max. You showing up says enough.”

He nods, jaw tense like he’s holding something back.

“If you need anything,” he says finally. “Someone to vent to. Someone to just sit in silence. A drink after the show. I’m here, alright? No pressure. No sides. Just… me.”

I pull him into a hug without thinking. It’s gentle. Familiar. And it makes something crack open in my chest—something quiet and sad and healing all at once.

“I’m okay,” I whisper, even if I’m not quite there yet. “But thank you for being here.”

Max hugs me tighter, just for a second, before pulling back. “You’re going to kill it tonight. Just… don’t let him ruin this moment. This is yours.”

He smiles at me once more and slips out the door just as the call for places comes through. I glance back at my phone one last time, still lighting up. I power it off. Let him sit in silence. Tonight, the only voice that matters is mine.

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The lights dim. The crowd erupts. The opening chords hum through my in-ears, and I step into the spotlight like I’ve done a hundred times before—but tonight feels different. Heavier. Quieter, even in the chaos. It’s the final show of the tour. It should’ve been a celebration. But instead, I’m standing on stage with a broken heart, mascara set like armor, and an entire audience holding their breath for me. I grip the mic with steady hands and let the lyrics come, one by one. A verse. A chorus. A little bit of my soul falling out in every line. I look up and something catches my glance. Carlos and Rebecca, standing in the VIP section.

Carlos is wearing all black, his arms crossed casually, but his eyes never leave mine. Rebecca’s beside him, radiant in her simplicity, with a soft expression that feels like warmth. Her hand brushes lightly against his, and when she catches my gaze, she smiles. Not a pity smile. A proud one.

I falter for half a second. Not enough for the crowd to notice—but I feel it. The way their presence roots me. Grounds me.

Carlos nods at me—just once. Like he sees everything and says, “You’ve got this.”

I sing the next line straight to him without even meaning to. The lyric cuts deeper than I expected. There’s a flash in his eyes. Something soft. Something protective.

Rebecca lifts her hand in a quiet salute as if to say, We’re here. You’re not alone. And just like that, I stop thinking about Lando. I stop thinking about the betrayal, the headlines, the ache in my chest. Because here I am—on stage, holding a crowd in the palm of my hand, singing my truth.

And in the middle of it all, two people I never expected to be looking for… are looking at me like I matter. I finish the song and let the last note linger.

The audience roars. Somewhere in the noise, I hear someone scream, “We love you, YN!”

I smile. And when I glance back at the VIP section—Carlos is still watching. Rebecca whispers something to him, and he nods, slow and certain, like a promise. My heart flutters. Maybe this isn’t the end of something. Maybe it’s the beginning.

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The door to my dressing room clicks shut behind me as I step inside, the noise of the arena fading to a low hum. It’s quiet in here. Dimly lit. Safe. I exhale for what feels like the first time all night—half-laughter, half-collapse—as I lean against the vanity table and look at myself in the mirror. Smudged eyeliner, a faint shimmer on my collarbone, and the remnants of adrenaline still pulsing through my veins. But then I notice them. The flowers. Three bouquets, each one distinct. Each one carefully placed.

The first is elegant, precise—white orchids and pale blush roses wrapped in a ribbon that looks like it came straight from a Paris runway. A small note is tucked into the stems.

We’re so sorry we couldn’t be there tonight, mon ange. We watched the live stream from home. You were breathtaking. We love you, and if you need anything—anything at all—we’re here. Always.

— Charles & Alexandra ❤️

My throat tightens. I press the card to my chest for a second, then gently set it down. The second bouquet is wild and colorful—sunflowers, tulips, baby’s breath. Unruly in the best way. Joyful. The third is rich and moody—deep reds and golds, with eucalyptus and something that smells faintly like rosemary. Bold. Grounded. Attached to both are notes written in the same pen.

You were incredible tonight. Breathtaking and beautiful as ever. I love you.

— Becs

So proud of you, Cariño. You gave it your all and looked stunning while doing it.

— Carlitos

Before I can even finish reading them, there’s a soft knock at the door. I turn just as it opens and Rebecca steps inside first, glowing in a sleek black suit and boots. Carlos follows, a bit more hesitant, his curls still slightly messy like he ran a hand through them a dozen times before walking in.

“You were incredible,” Rebecca says, her voice low and warm. “Every single second. You tore the roof off.”

“You nearly made me cry,” Carlos adds, offering a half-smile. “Which, I don’t do. Ever. So. Thanks for that.”

I laugh, startled by the emotion that rises so quickly. “I’m really glad you both came.”

Carlos shrugs. “We weren’t going to miss it. Not tonight.”

Rebecca’s eyes flick to the flowers, then back to me. “We didn’t want to crowd you after everything, but… we thought maybe you could use a distraction. Something light. Loud music, good drinks, bad decisions.”

Carlos leans against the wall and grins. “You feel like celebrating?”

I look between them—two people who didn’t owe me anything but showed up anyway. Who didn’t pity me, didn’t push, didn’t question—just stood with me. And for the first time since everything crumbled, I feel like I can breathe.

“Yeah,” I say, nodding slowly. “I think I do.”

Rebecca beams. Carlos tosses me his jacket without warning, and it lands perfectly over my shoulders.

“Let’s go remind the world,” he says, “that you’re the star of the show.”

And for once, I believe it.

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f1gossipgirls

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f1gossipgirls : Well, folks… the post-breakup friend draft is officially over — and it’s looking like YN LN took the win. Max Fewtrell and his girlfriend Pietra were front and center at her sold-out Madrid show last night, joined by none other than Carlos Sainz and Rebecca Donaldson. YN, Rebecca and Carlos were later spotted celebrating at a club downtown, all smiles and tequila shots. No sign of Lando. Ouch. Looks like the grid has chosen sides… and we’re not saying anything, but this one has to sting a little. 💔

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username00 : Carlos choosing the ex over the bestie… that silence gotta be loud for real 😭

username0 : She got Max and Carlos?? oh lando honey you fucked up.

username1 : this is like when your divorced parents fight over the family dog but the dog picks your mom

username5 : me pretending i didn’t see this bc my mental health is fragile

username7 : he’s focusing on racing and y’all are obsessed with who’s hanging out with who lmao

↳ username00 : he wasn’t focused on racing while juggling two women at once.

↳ f1gossipgirls : ate.

username10 : i get supporting yn but can we stop pretending like breakups are one-sided??

↳ username0 : he legit cheated on her while she was away singing love songs she WROTE ABOUT HIM.

↳ f1gossipgirls : you tell em mama

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It was past 2AM, and the club was pulsing with bodies and sound — music deep enough to drown in, lights flickering like camera flashes. Everything was sticky with champagne and smoke and heat. It should’ve been overwhelming.

But I was wrapped in them.

Carlos’ hand was firm and low on my waist, grounding me, his breath warm against the shell of my ear as he leaned in to say something that got lost in the music. I didn’t ask him to repeat it — didn’t need to. The way he looked at me when I laughed told me everything.

Rebecca was curled against my other side, her arm slung around my shoulder, her perfume heady and sweet — something expensive and wicked. She was glowing, flushed from dancing, eyes glassy in that beautiful way tequila makes everything soft and electric.

She pressed her lips against my cheek, slow and lingering, just as Carlos’ thumb started tracing lazy circles on my side. I tilted my head back, dizzy and melting between them, and smiled.

“Anyone watching us right now,” I murmured, voice barely audible over the bass, “is probably losing their minds.”

Carlos chuckled, pulling me a little closer, the pad of his fingers skimming over the edge of my bare back. “Let them.”

Rebecca grinned, her teeth grazing my earlobe before she whispered, “Let them talk. They’ve never had this.”

There was no rush. No expectations. Just the three of us — tipsy, warm, wrapped in each other’s gravity, dancing slowly even when the beat was fast.

Carlos kissed my shoulder. Rebecca kissed my neck. And in the middle of a wild, glittering room where everything else was chaos — we were something still. Something that felt like ours.

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There’s something sacred about silence in the morning.

Not the kind that’s forced or awkward — the kind that’s earned. That slow, drowsy stillness that only follows a night bursting at the seams with noise and light and too many glasses of champagne. I could still feel the bass in my bones, a faint echo of the club vibrating somewhere under my skin, but it was fading, replaced by the soft rhythm of two other heartbeats tangled with mine.

Carlos was the first thing I noticed.

His arm draped heavy over my waist, the press of his chest against my back grounding me in that half-dream state. His body was always warm, always solid — like curling up with summer. His breathing was slow and steady, his lips just brushing my shoulder with each exhale. Every time I moved, even slightly, his grip adjusted like his body already knew mine too well.

Rebecca was curled against my other side, still half asleep, her thigh slung over mine, one arm tucked beneath her head, and the other linked with my fingers — lazy and possessive even in slumber. Her hair was a mess of soft waves across the pillow, catching the golden morning light like honey. I could smell her perfume on the sheets, sweet and faint now, but still hers. Still her.

And me? I was the luckiest kind of hungover.

My mouth tasted like tequila and chocolate. My makeup was probably smeared halfway across Carlos’ chest. My head was pounding just a little — a quiet throb at the base of my skull — but I didn’t care. I felt like I’d been cracked open and poured into a world that was soft and blurry and unreal.

I closed my eyes again, soaking it in.

The bed was too warm, the blankets pushed halfway down, and one of Rebecca’s heels was still tipped over by the doorway. There was a bottle of water on the nightstand. An empty champagne glass beside it. One of Carlos’ rings was sitting on top of my phone, like even he couldn’t keep track of where it ended up anymore.

“Are you awake?” Rebecca’s voice was barely a whisper, thick with sleep.

“Maybe,” I murmured.

She shifted closer, her nose brushing against the side of my jaw. “You’re staring again.”

I smiled, eyes still closed. “You’re both disgustingly attractive first thing in the morning. It’s unfair.”

Carlos groaned behind me, voice gravelly and low. “Too early for compliments. Or talking.”

“But not too early for cuddling, apparently,” I teased, wiggling back into his chest.

He made a soft sound — something between a chuckle and a sigh — and pulled me tighter against him, his hand skimming down to my hip, fingers tracing absent circles over my skin. “Always time for that.”

Rebecca shifted to press a kiss just below my ear, her lips lingering. “Do we have to get up?”

“No,” I whispered. “Not yet.”

The three of us stayed wrapped in the sheets like that, tangled and slow, like we could hide from the world if we just stayed still enough. There was no rush. No need to explain anything. Just breath and warmth and the quiet knowledge that something real had grown out of the wildness.

“I like this,” Rebecca said softly.

Carlos hummed in agreement. “Me too.”

“Even after I dragged you both through three clubs and made you take tequila shots with strangers?” I teased.

He kissed my shoulder. “Especially after that.”

Rebecca grinned against my neck. “You’re exhausting. But in the best way.”

The sunlight spilled brighter through the curtains. Outside, Monaco was probably waking up, already buzzing. But here — in this little cocoon of soft sheets and half-whispers — the world felt far away.

I turned my head slightly, catching a glimpse of both of them — Carlos with sleep still in his eyes, Rebecca brushing hair from her face, both of them looking at me like I was something good.

And I realized, for the first time in a long time… I wasn’t running from anything.

I was home.

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Lando stared at the gossip post like it might change if he refreshed the page.

It didn’t.

“Well, it’s clear who won the friend group after the breakup. Max Fewtrell and his girlfriend Pietra were spotted front row at YN LN’s final Madrid show last night. Carlos Sainz and Rebecca Donaldson were also in attendance — and the trio was later seen heading to a club together. No sign of Lando, of course.”

It wasn’t dramatic. Not really. No grainy kiss, no scandalous hand placement. But somehow it hit harder than all the rumors ever had.

She looked radiant in the pictures — eyes closed, mid-performance, glitter like stardust on her cheekbones. In the one shot outside the club, she was sandwiched between Carlos and Rebecca, laughing like the night hadn’t ended. Her arm was looped loosely through Carlos’, Rebecca standing close on her other side, all three of them glowing under the Madrid streetlights.

Lando clicked his phone off. Turned it back on. And called Max.

It rang once.

Twice.

“Bro,” Max answered, half amused and half wary, like he already knew why he was calling.

“You were at the show?” Lando asked, skipping the pleasantries.

“I was.”

“And you didn’t think to—” Lando stopped himself. “She looked… good.”

Max was silent for a beat. “She was incredible.”

“And then the club?”

Another pause.

“Yeah,” Max admitted, a little quieter. “Carlos and Rebecca took her out after. Just to celebrate. It wasn’t a big deal.”

“Did she seem…” Lando trailed off, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “I don’t know. Weird? Off?”

Max sighed. “No, mate. She seemed free.”

Lando leaned forward, elbows on his knees, the room around him suddenly too quiet. “You really think she’s okay?”

“I think she’s better than okay,” Max said. “I think she’s finally figuring out what her life looks like without constantly being judged for it. Without you in it.”

The words landed like a punch — not cruel, just honest.

Lando swallowed hard. “You know I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

“I know,” Max said. “But you still let her feel like she had to go through it alone.”

There was nothing left to say after that.

Just the low hum of the call, the sound of a friendship quietly splintering under the weight of something heavier than either of them could name.

“She deserves to be happy,” Max added softly.

Lando nodded, even though no one could see it. “Yeah,” he said, barely above a whisper. “She does.”

And then he hung up.

The post was still open on his screen, YN frozen mid-laugh between two people who didn’t let her go.

For the first time, Lando wondered if he’d already lost her for good.

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{caption 1 : oh madrid, how i love you. thank you for an amazing last show of this tour.} {caption 2 : ty @/yourbff for the new shirt. something big coming soon.}

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lando : yn can we please talk about this?

↳ lando : I’ll do anything. I can fly out rn and we can talk or you can just yell at me.

↳ lando : please yn.

↳ lando : I love you.

↳ yn_ln : if you really loved me, you would’ve never done that to me. I don’t want to talk lando. i want you out of my life, forever. please. give me my time. give me my peace.

alexandrasaintmleux : you are so beautiful it is insane. but how are you doing my love?

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↳ yn_ln : making it through. would love to see your beautiful face when i come back to monaco tho:)

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alexandrasaintmleux : absolutely! can’t wait!

oscarpiastri : im sorry he is so fucking stupid. hoping you will still come down and see me though :/

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yn_ln : I most definitely will, Osc.

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oscarpiastri: hope you’re doing well though, yn. always here to talk if you need.

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carlossainz55 : so proud, cariño❤️

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yn_ln : well, whatever that was. it’s ok im ok + mv out everywhere now.

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alexandrasaintmleux : my jaw is still on the ground. you absolutely ate that (and him) up.

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↳ yn_ln : i love youuuuuuu

georgerussell63 : if i were him or HER id be in hiding for the next 20 years.

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↳ yn_ln : one can only hope.

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franciscagomes : you are so fucking hot. he fumbled so hard

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francolapinto : i volunteer to be the rebound

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alexalbon : remind me to never get on your bad side. pls don’t write about me

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↳ yn_ln : won’t write about you but will write about your angel gf who is the loml

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↳ lilymhe : YOU ARE SO FUCKING HOT. NO MAN DESERVES ALL THAT. GIMME.

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charles_leclerc : hope they are both listening to this rn. you gagged THEM

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↳yn_ln : who taught you that??

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olliebearman : i knew you were too much of a bad bitch to come back with a sad song. alr on repeat

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↳yn_ln : my ollie. ily

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maxverstappen1 : i applaud you bc me personally i would’ve ran him over already but public embarrassment works too

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↳yn_ln : you still can if you wish

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iamrebeccad : so proud of my girl. you look soooooo good 😻

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↳yn_ln : couldn’t of done it without you my babyyyyy❤️

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username00 : the whole grid in her comments defending her…if i were lando….i would just disappear

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carlossainz55 : drooling looking at my screen rn.

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↳carlossainz55 : so incredibly proud pretty girl

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pietra.pilao : you are literally GLOWING. i am so happy that you are happy.

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The sky had started turning that perfect, syrupy gold — the kind of light that made even a parking lot look cinematic. My boots were sticking to the pavement, and the car hood I’d just climbed down from was still hot beneath my fingertips. I could feel mascara drying in the corners of my eyes and someone was yelling about lighting, but all I could think was— is this what closure feels like? Then I heard him.

“Tell me that I didn’t miss you in the splits.”

I turned around, and there they were. Carlos — in a white tee and sunglasses, holding a coffee— and Rebecca beside him, smirking and gorgeous My heart did this dumb little twist. I hadn’t realized how much I missed them until I saw them.

“We brought caffeine, love and hugs.” Rebecca said, sliding her arm around my waist.

“And if needed,” Carlos added, mock serious, “I will personally run Lando over. In that car, preferably.”

I couldn’t help it — I laughed. The kind of laugh that cracked my chest open just enough to let the ache breathe. I ran straight to him, throwing my arms around his shoulders, letting myself melt into the familiarity.

“I missed you guys.”

“You’re killing it,” Carlos murmured into my hair.

“You’re terrifying. In a really hot way,” Rebecca added, fanning me.

The crew kept moving around us, but I didn’t care. I just wanted this moment. Us.

I leaned into Carlos’s side and took a sip of the coffee he held up for me. I could still feel adrenaline buzzing in my ribs. “I just… I didn’t want the world to think he broke me,” I admitted quietly. “Even if, for a minute, he did.”

Carlos took my hand, warm and steady. “You didn’t get broken, cariño,” he said. “You got louder. Louder and hotter.”

Rebecca nodded fiercely. “And stronger. And bitchier. In a good way.”

I laughed again. The ache loosened a little more. I glanced at the monitor where the last take played back — me dancing on the car, mouthing the words like a woman who didn’t look back. Maybe this was what healing looked like. Glittery, a little messy, but surrounded by the people who reminded you who you were.

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We just had wrapped for the day, the sun was lightly setting behind the clouds and I took a deep breath as I walked off set. I closed myself in my dressing room and let myself fall on the couch. I lied there for a few minutes, thinking, processing— not sure where my life was going next. Enough of that. I pushed myself up and quickly changed, checking my makeup in the mirror. I grabbed my bag and made my way out but I found myself with a smile on my face. Because just past the edge of the set, I saw them.

Carlos leaned against his car, hands tucked in the pockets of his coat, hair windswept and cheeks flushed from the cold. Rebecca stood beside him, all glowing skin and easy elegance, both with a small smile that made my heart drop in the best way.

I didn’t realize how tightly I’d been holding it all together until I saw them. I walked over slowly, like if I moved too fast it would break the spell.

“You waited,” I said, voice low. Maybe a little shaky.

Rebecca passed me a cup. “Of course we did.”

Carlos tilted his head, eyes soft. “Did you think we wouldn’t?”

I didn’t answer. I just let myself sink into their arms — into Carlos’s steady warmth and Rebecca’s grounding touch. I think I sighed for the first time all day.

“We’re stealing you,” Rebecca murmured into my hair. “We have a reservation, you need real food, and I’m not letting you spiral in a trailer eating Sour Patch Kids and watch TikToks.”

Carlos kissed the side of my head. “Come on. You deserve a night off.”

They took me somewhere tucked into the hills above the city — candlelit tables, soft music, a quiet breeze. It wasn’t flashy, but it was perfect. I sat between them in the booth, fingers tangled with Rebecca’s under the table while Carlos poured me a glass of wine with one hand and stole my bread with the other. We laughed. A lot. But it wasn’t the kind of laughter you use to fill silence or avoid feelings. It was the kind that comes when your soul finally exhales.

“You know,” Rebecca said gently, at one point between courses, “watching you today… I was proud of you in a way I don’t think I’ve ever felt before. Not just because you looked hot — although, you did.”

Carlos grinned, nudging her. “Obviously.”

She smiled, then looked back at me. “But because you turned pain into power. And it didn’t look bitter. It looked like healing.”

My throat tightened. I reached for Carlos’s hand across the table and he didn’t hesitate. His thumb brushed over mine, slow and steady.

“You looked free,” he said simply. “Like you remembered who you were before the headlines, before the breakup, before him.”

I couldn’t say anything back. Just squeezed both their hands and tried to memorize the way it felt to be so completely seen. After dinner, we ended up on the beach — Rebecca’s idea. She said she needed to feel the sand and the stars and the sea to remind herself the world was bigger than Instagram comments. I sat between them on a blanket we found in Carlos’s trunk, their coats draped over my shoulders, watching the waves roll in and out. No noise. No pressure. Just the kind of quiet that felt like safety.

“You know what’s funny?” I said softly. “I used to think being loved meant being watched. Like, being chosen in a room full of people.”

Carlos glanced over, brow furrowed in that quiet, gentle way of his. “And now?”

I smiled, just a little. “Now I think it’s this. People who don’t need to choose you in a crowd because they’re already sitting next to you. Holding your hand. Sharing their fries.”

Rebecca rested her head on my shoulder, pressing a kiss to the space just beneath my jaw. “You never had to perform for us. You never will.”

Carlos’s fingers brushed mine again, lacing them together.

“You don’t have to be the strongest girl in the room,” he said. “You can just… be ours.”

And under the stars, wrapped in borrowed jackets and the softness of being fully known, I finally believed him.

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I’d been holding the email open on my phone for almost an hour. The subject line still made my stomach twist.

Final Confirmation: Private Villa Booking — Amalfi Coast.

It was meant to be the celebration. The wrap-up. The quiet exhale after the noise of the tour. Just me, Lando, ocean views, overpriced wine, and no phones. We booked it months ago. Back when I thought we’d be forever. Back when I still flinched when people called him my anchor. Now it was just… mine. Still waiting. Still booked. Still beautiful. And the idea of going alone made my chest ache. I looked up from the screen. Rebecca was curled on my couch with a face mask on, one leg tossed over Carlos’s lap as he read something on his iPad. They were quiet. Safe. Mine, in that strange, soul-deep way.

“Can I ask you guys something?” My voice came out quieter than I expected.

Carlos glanced up immediately. Rebecca pulled off one earbud.

“Of course.”

I sat down on the floor in front of them, twisting my fingers in the hem of my hoodie.

“So, there was this trip… to the Amalfi Coast. It was supposed to be a post-tour getaway.” I paused, swallowing hard. “It was meant to be with Lando.”

They both stayed silent, waiting.

“I thought about canceling it,” I admitted. “But I didn’t. Something in me kept it. And now I… I want to go. I need to go.” I looked up, eyes burning slightly. “But I don’t want to go alone.”

Rebecca’s face softened immediately. Carlos reached forward and brushed his fingers gently over my knee.

“So come with me,” I whispered. “Please. I want to rewrite what it was supposed to be. I want to laugh and drink and sleep under the sun with people who make me feel like myself again. I want to take up space and not feel guilty about it. I want to go and not be haunted.”

Carlos didn’t hesitate. “Then we’ll go.”

Rebecca leaned forward, resting her forehead lightly against mine. “Baby, you never had to ask.”

“We’ll make it yours again,” Carlos added. “All of it. Just say when.”

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I should’ve known something was up when Rebecca told me to wear the black slip dress. Not suggested, not playfully offered an option — she told me. In that tone. I didn’t question it.

It was the kind of silky, clingy fabric that made me walk a little slower. The kind of dress that clung to your collarbones and shimmered in candlelight. I paired it with gold heels and a soft perfume.

And when I stepped out of the villa and saw Carlos waiting in an all-black linen button-down, his sleeves rolled up and his hair soft in the breeze, I forgot how to breathe for a second.

“Wow.”

That’s all he said.

And then Rebecca stepped out behind him, radiant in a champagne satin gown that flowed with every movement, her hair loose and gleaming, and I felt like I’d walked into a dream I didn’t even know I had. Dinner was on the terrace of a quiet, oceanside restaurant. White tablecloths. String lights twinkling overhead. The sea stretched into forever behind us, and everything smelled like salt and citrus and the slight sweetness of fresh basil. It was peaceful. Like we were tucked away from the rest of the world. Like this night didn’t have to end.

We laughed more than we spoke. Carlos ordered the wine and insisted on choosing everyone's plates like he was on some Michelin mission. Rebecca kept feeding me bites from her plate and pressing her hand against my thigh when she laughed. And it all felt like it had always been this way. Like I had always belonged between them. Somewhere between the dessert and the second bottle of wine, Carlos leaned forward, his fingers brushing mine.

“We, uh…” he started, and then looked at Rebecca, who gave him a small nod.

He turned his full attention back to me — soft, serious, that kind of gaze that makes you feel seen all the way through.

“We wanted this trip to be special for you. We know what it was supposed to be.”

I swallowed, the mention of him lingering in the space like a shadow, but it didn’t sting the way it used to. Not here. Not with them.

“But it’s also special for us,” Rebecca added, reaching for my hand, intertwining her fingers with mine. Her eyes searched mine, glassy under the dim lights. “Because being with you… feels like home. It always has.”

Carlos smiled, his thumb running over my knuckles. “And we don’t want it to just be a moment. Or a trip. Or a way to rewrite old memories.”

He paused. “We want it to be the start of something real. With you.”

My heart pounded so loudly I almost didn’t hear him.

“We want you, YN.”

Rebecca’s voice was softer now.

“All of you. Every wild, brilliant, chaotic, breathtaking piece of you. Officially.”

I blinked, suddenly breathless.

My past had always been chaos and press cycles and people twisting my story before I ever had a chance to tell it myself. But this — this — was a moment I got to keep. One they gave me with no conditions, no edits, no masks. Just love. Uncomplicated. Unashamed.

“Yes,” I whispered, tears catching in the corners of my eyes as I smiled.

“God, yes. Of course I want that.”

Carlos kissed my hand. Rebecca leaned in and kissed my cheek. And when I stood to hug them both, caught between their warmth and the sound of waves crashing behind us, I realized this was what peace tasted like. Salt on my lips. Wine on my tongue. And love wrapped around me like silk.

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Mornings start slow here. Somewhere around 8:30, the sunlight filters in through the linen curtains, golden and warm. The villa smells like sea salt and espresso. Rebecca is usually curled up in one of the oversized chairs on the balcony with a book in her lap and her sunglasses pushed into her hair. Carlos takes his coffee out on the terrace and reads the news like a 40-year-old man on holiday. And me? I’ve been writing.

Not because I have to. Not because a label is breathing down my neck or the internet is waiting for a comeback. I’ve been writing because something inside me finally feels quiet enough to let the words come out.

I sit barefoot in the kitchen in one of Carlos’ Williams T-shirts with a pen tucked behind my ear and a notebook that smells faintly of sunscreen. Sometimes I write lyrics while I sip cold orange juice straight from the bottle. Sometimes I hum melodies into my phone between bites of toast. Sometimes I sing half-formed verses into the soft skin of Rebecca’s shoulder while she’s stretching beside me, and she just murmurs, “That one’s gonna hurt in the best way.”

The door creaks behind me. I glance up just as Carlos walks in shirtless, towel slung over his neck from his swim, hair wet and eyes sparkling.

“Writing again?” he asks, dropping a soft kiss to the top of my head.

“Trying,” I murmur, chewing on the end of the pencil.

“It’s weird. I feel like I’ve got so much to say and for once… no one's yelling over me.”

He sits beside me, stretching out long legs, his arm brushing mine.

“That’s because you finally surrounded yourself with people who want to listen,” he says softly, eyes meeting mine. “And people who love the way you say it.”

I swallow hard at that. Rebecca walks in with her hair tied up in a scarf, carrying a plate of fresh fruit and croissants like she’s straight out of a dream.

“Breakfast for the tortured artist,” she grins, plopping down next to me. “Please write a song about how you always steal food."

I laugh and lean into her shoulder.

“Only if you promise to be in the music video.”

“Done,” she smirks.

Carlos rolls his eyes.

“Am I allowed in this one, or am I just creative director again?”

“Creative director and shirtless muse,” I grin.

They laugh, and I soak it in. The comfort. The lightness. The way my heart isn’t clenched anymore when I think about writing love songs. Because they’re not memories now — they’re moments. Real ones. Quiet and full.

Later that afternoon, Rebecca will convince me to swim in the ocean and Carlos will carry my notebook like it’s sacred, making sure it doesn’t get wet. We’ll eat lemon pasta on the patio and they’ll convince me that “the heartbreak album” doesn’t have to be all heartbreak. That I can let the softness in too. And maybe… maybe they’re right. Maybe this time, I get to write something that sounds like freedom. Like beginnings. Like the kind of love that lets you stay exactly who you are — and holds you there, gently.

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The paddock feels different today. Not louder. Not quieter. Just… sharper. Like the air itself is holding its breath. I’ve done red carpets. Stadiums. Late-night talk shows. But somehow, walking through the paddock after everything that’s happened—this is the most intimate stage of them all. The cameras are already turning before we even make it past security. I can feel them catching the moment Carlos’ hand brushes gently against the small of my back, guiding me through the crowd. The way Rebecca slides her fingers through mine like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Because it is. We agreed- no subtlety. No denying. No “we’re just friends” charade. We’re done hiding.

Carlos squeezes my hip gently before stepping to my other side, nodding politely at a journalist who immediately fumbles for her mic. He doesn’t stop. Neither do we. Rebecca leans in as we walk, lips brushing my temple as she whispers, “You’re doing great, love."

I smile up at her, just in time for a wave of camera flashes. Flash. Flash. Flash. Capturing the way I smile at her. At him. At us.

And then—like the universe couldn’t help but stir the pot—we turn the corner and see him.

Lando.

Standing near the McLaren garage, head turned just enough to see us before pretending not to. He freezes for a half-second. That stupid familiar smirk falters. His eyes flick to our hands. To Carlos’ arm still around my waist. To Rebecca whispering something that makes me laugh without meaning to. And for a moment, the noise in the paddock dulls.

Carlos sees him too. Doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t change his posture. Just tightens his hand slightly on me. Like a quiet reminder: you’re safe. you’re mine.

Rebecca notices. And because she’s Rebecca, she doesn’t just ignore Lando—she smiles at him. Brief. Civil. Ironic. Me? I don’t look away. I meet his eyes for half a second as we walk past, chin high, heart steady. Let him feel the weight of what he threw away. Let him hear the album in his head, track by track. We don’t stop. Don’t stumble. Don’t say a word. At the edge of the Williams garage, we pause.

Carlos lowers his sunglasses just enough to meet my eyes. “You good?”

Rebecca draws soft circles on the back of my hand. “You don’t owe anyone a thing, love. But if this is how you want to do it…”

I turn to her, then to Carlos, and press a kiss to his cheek—right over the place his dimple forms when he grins. Then I lift Rebecca’s hand and kiss her knuckles, slow and sure. And we walk inside, together. Let them whisper. Let him regret. This isn’t revenge. This is freedom.

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