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Summary: Left alone after the death of your grandparents, you must survive the remote backwoods.

Characters: Bucky Barnes

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You stand with your bowl. You go around the table and stop beside Bucky. You moved without thinking. Of a habit you thought long past forgotten. You always clean up after supper. 

“I’ll wash up,” you gesture to his bowl sheepishly. “If you like?” 

He sits up and stares at the table. He nods. “Thanks.” 

You carefully take the bowl, the spoon sliding against the brim. You back up and turn. You keep your footfalls light, as if too much noise might break the peace. In his own way, he reminds you of a sleeping bear. Grandfather used to tell a funny story about one in a cave. He showed you the scars and all. 

You set the bowls in the sink and turn on the faucet. There’s a glass bottle with clear soap. You add some to the cloth. You clean the porcelain and put it in the metal rack. You lather up the pot and ladle next. 

You hang the scrubbing cloth on the side of the dish rack and taking the dry cloth from the hook near the stove. You wipe the moisture from the bowls and stack them, then the cutlery, and finally the pot. You look at the cupboard doors and hesitate. You don’t want him to think you’re snooping. Or worse. 

“Left of the stove,” Bucky stands at the other end of the counter. Second shelf.” 

You nod. You open the cupboard and reach to put the bowls away. 

“Drawer in the middle,” he directs again. You put away the spoons then hang the ladle with other big utensils. “Below, to the right.” 

Right next to the stove you find the home for the small pot. You tuck it away and stand. You hang the cloth on the hook. 

“Thank you for the soup, mister.” You say. You swing your arms nervously as you sway. The rain batters at the window panes like pellets. You look over as the glass flashes. “When it slows down, I’ll be out of your hair.” 

You sidle past him to look out. The trees lean beneath the downpour and the sky is a smear of shadowy clouds. Another strike of lightning cracks in the distance and sends up a blind white flicker. 

“Should stay away from the windows.” He girds. 

You back away. He’s probably right. Your great uncle was struck. You never met him but you heard the story. 

“Sorry,” you clasp your hands behind you and face the dining room. You bounce on your heels. You just want somewhere to wait it out so you can go. 

“Couch is free.” He drawls. 

You look at him as he goes to the window. You stare at his back. He tilts his head as rivulets run down the glass. 

“Thanks, mister.” 

You leave him. You go into the next room, the same one you woke in after he found you in the garden, and you sit in the corner of the couch. The storm can’t last forever. 

You push your thumbs into each other. Your grandparents taught you patience if anything. Loneliness taught you more. You could be with your thoughts. It’s not so bad. The wind and the whipping rain is almost soothing when it’s not about to knock the walls down. 

“You should sleep.” Bucky startles you as he enters. He has a pillow and blanket hugged against his side. He bends his knees to put them on the far end of the couch. “Rain’s gonna stay.” 

“I can wait,” you offer. 

“Sleep,” he insists. 

“You too, right?” 

He pauses as he stands straight. He pinches the hem of his shirt as he considers you. His forehead creases. 

“I’ll try,” he acquiesces. 

He leaves you. You get up and grab the blanket. You are pretty tired.  

You put the pillow against the armrest and fan the blanket over the cushions. You shut off the lamp and tuck in. 

A light comes dimly from the doorway. You’re not sure where from. You roll over and face the back of the couch. You listen to rain as you close your eyes and start to drift. Four walls and a full belly. Grandmother always said that’s something to be grateful for. 

🌳

You sit out on the steps and breathe in the scent of dew. The sunlight softly peers between the trees as it drifts along its ascent. It’s early still. You woke at dawn and couldn’t settle back down. Not wanting to disturb the house or its resident, you snuck out onto the porch. 

You cup your chin and smile at the robins poking their beaks into the earth. Not far from them, there’s a wooden table, atop it are planters full of lush sprigs of dilly, sage, and basil. You can’t almost smell them from here. They look greener since the rain. Everything does. 

The door opens behind you. You sit up and crane to see over your shoulder. You stand and face your host. 

“Good morning, mister,” you say. 

“Thought you left,” he utters. 

“If you want me to--” 

“Not what I said,” he stops on the top step as you stand on the second. He puts a hand on the pillar and looks over the yard. “How’s the shed look?” 

“Gee, I didn’t even check yet,” you scratch your neck. 

“That’s fine.” He sniffs. “I’ll have a look.” 

“Sorry.” 

“No need,” he steps down beside you and past you. 

“But, mister,” you follow him, “I think I’m feeling better. I can help now.” 

“You should go sit,” he marches around the house and past the rows of sprouts and carrot leaves. 

“You can’t do all this by yourself. Not easily. I could do little things. Your herbs are looking good. I can hang em out to dry for ya. It’s nothing. And I could check for rot. I know how to do that.” You offer. “While I’m at it, if ya got some laundry needs doin’--” 

He stops short and you nearly his his arm. He stares at the shed. The roof is inside and the door is in the mud. It could blow over with a breath, like that story about the pigs. 

“Oh, mister,” you squeak. “I’m sorry about the shed.” 

“Driftwood,” he mutters and turns back. He looks at you. “Could be worse.” 

You nod and stare at the ruin. You furrow your brows. “Oh, gee, I coulda been inside... You saved my life again, Mr. Bucky.” 

He grumbles but doesn’t say anything. He heads back to the house. You trail behind him. 

“I’m gonna pay you back. Just like you said.” 

“You sure are talkin’ a lot. Must be feeling better,” he stops by the porch steps. “You deal with those herbs then.” 

“Okay,” you grin. “I can handle that.” 

His eyes skim you up and down. His expression remains stony. You slouch and clamp your lips together nervously. You hope you’re not too much of a bother. 

“Quietly,” you add. 

He hums but offers little else. You’re content. You don’t like sitting around doing nothing. You want to help, any way you can. 

🌳

After you gather the herbs, you rinse them and lay them out on a towel to dry. You strip the lower half of the stems and make little bundles, tying them with brown twine. Bucky supplied everything you needed for your task. 

You hum out of tune as you work. The windows are open and let in the tweet of birds and gentle breeze. The residue of the rain lends a freshness to the house as the dinginess washes away. 

With the bundles in a basket, you head outside. You don’t see Bucky as you come into the sunlight. You shield your eyes with your hand and go around the house to the laundry line. 

You keep the basket hooked on your elbow as you drag the stool over to where you need it. You make sure it isn’t too muddy, it won’t do to be sinking in. You step up on the seat with a fistful of pegs, and set to hanging the herbs. 

You get the first few bundles clipped on and tug the line. The wheel creaks but doesn’t turn. You look at the pole and yank again. It’s stuck on something. 

The stool wobbles as a shadow emerges from around the side of the house. Without a word, Bucky grabs the wheel and wiggles it. You watch him as he pokes his finger through. He twists it roughly then grunts, retracting his hand in pain. 

You hop off the stool and it tips over. He looks at you, his blue eyes alight, and you put the basket on the ground. You drop the pegs onto the herbs. 

You rush to him without a thought. You already see the blood dripping down his thumb. 

“Oh no,” you reach for him, “that musta hurt.” You latch on and he tenses. He resists as you try to pull his hand closer. You stop and look him in the face. “I-- Oh, you’re hurt. I only--” 

He relents and unlocks his elbow. You refocus on his thumb. There’s a deep gash beside his nail. You frown and glance at the wheel attached to the pole. The storm knocked a screw lose so the wheel catches on it. He must not have noticed. 

“Can I clean it? It could get infected?” You ask. 

He draws his hand from yours. 

“Sure, don’t wanna get this all inside,” he examines his hand. 

“Alright, mister, I’ll be back.” 

You hurry to the back door. You slow as you remember the night before when he smuggled you inside. You swing open the screen door and stop on the mat. You leave your shoes there and continue down the hall. 

You go into the bathroom. Cautiously, you search. You find a brown bottle of peroxide and some gauze. It will do. You go to the kitchen to grab scissors then retrace your steps. 

You come outside and find Bucky sitting on the steps. You lower yourself beside him. You cut a short length of gauze to soak up the blood. You take his hand and gently wrap it around his thumb. 

He pinches it with his index finger and you pull away. You wet more gauze with peroxide. He lets go so you can clean the cut. You press against it to keep the blood from overflowing. 

“Sorry, mister, not tryna hurt ya.” You say. 

He doesn’t say a word. You put your other hand against the back of his. 

“It stings, I know.” You hold his hand like that then slowly peel the gauze away. “I’ll wrap it for ya.” 

He still doesn’t speak. You do as you say and wrap his thumb, testing that it’s not too tight before you tuck in the end. You bunch up the used gauze and cap the bottle. 

“You alright?” You ask. 

He holds up his bandaged thumb and curls the rest of his fingers. He stands before you can look him in the face. He marches to the line and pulls it. The wheel whines but turns. 

“I’ll finish that. Just gotta put this away and wash my hands.” You wait for an answer. None comes. That’s okay. Your grandfather could be quiet too. 

You go back inside and put everything back where you found it. You dispose the bloody bandage and go back out. He’s trying to clip a bundle up with one hand. 

“Oh, mister, your thumb’s gonna hurt a whole lot if you don’t rest it,” you say. “I told ya, I’ll finish.” 

“I can do it,” he huffs. 

“I know. I’m just thinking. That’s a deep cut.” 

He ignores you and manages to pin the stems. He bends and grabs another. 

“I could do you some lavender ointment. Grandmother used to put it on my cuts.” You suggest. “Grandmother knew everything.” 

He’s quiet. He rolls the line as he struggles to clip the bundle above him. You grab the stool and step up. 

“What happened to her?” He asks. 

“Mister?” 

“You said she knew. Not knows.” 

You smile. You try not to be sad. Grandmother always said being sad all the time is a waste. 

“She died. Her lungs got real bad.” You explain. “She was old.” 

He nods. “Sorry. It’s never easy.” 

“Not for me. But I think it was for her.” You catch the bundle as it slips out of his grasp. You hold it in place and let him clip it. “She wanted to be with grandfather. She’s happy now.” 

His blue eyes meet yours. A small crease forms between his brows. His jaw clenches. He looks down and gets another bundle. 

“Suppose...” he drawls. 

[ncantari]

♱⠀⠀ ⠀⠀The  wood  creaked  softly  as  she  leaned  back,  the  corners  of  the  𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔣𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩  pressing  into  her  spine  like  a  reminder  :  THIS  WAS  NOT  HER  PLACE.  And  yet⠀⠀ ⠀⠀… 

Emilia  sat  with  her  legs  crossed  at  the  ankle,  hands  folded  like  a  good girl,  eyes  fixed  on  the  worn  velvet  of  the  partition.  The  hush  inside  the  booth  was  thick,  the  kind  of  silence  that  wasn’t  empty  —  it  was  watching.  She  exhaled  slowly.  Her  palms  were  cold.  In  silence,  she  made  the  𝔖𝔦𝔤𝔫  𝔬𝔣  𝔱𝔥𝔢  ℭ𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔰.  Forehead.  Chest.  Left  shoulder.  Right.  Her  fingers  lingered  at  her  heart  for  a  moment  before  falling  away.  ❝  Bless  me,  Father  …  ❞  she  started,  and  stopped.  Her  throat  tightened.  Her  voice,  when  it  came  again,  was  low.  Steady.  But  too  quiet  for  comfort.  ❝  Bless  me,  Father,  for  I  have  SINNED.  ❞  She  didn’t  say  how  long  it  had  been  since  her  last  confession.  She  doubted  the  walls  cared.  She  doubted  HE did,  either  —  whoever  he  was.  Whatever  this  was. Her  fingers  tightened  in  her  lap.  ❝  I  wanted  something,  ❞  she  said,  her  voice  barely  above  a  breath.  ❝  I  touched  it.  I  took  it.  ❞  A  pause.  ❝  I  wanted  to  be  ƃoop.  I  did.  ❞  She  closed  her  eyes,  just  for  a  moment,  and  her  voice  cracked  —  not  from  emotion,  not  quite.  From  restraint.  ❝  But  when  he  looked  at  me,  ❞  she  said,  ❝  I  didn’t  want  to  be  𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔶.  I  wanted  to  ruin  him.  I  wanted  to  see  what  would  happen  if  I  let  go.  ❞  Another  pause,  and  she  almost  laughed,  but  didn’t.  ❝  I  did,  ❞  she  whispered.  ❝  I  let  go.  ❞  Her  hands  unclasped.  Rested  open  now  in  her  lap,  like  offerings.  ❝  I  thought  it  would  feel  like  power.  But  it  just  felt  like  fire.  And  I  think  I’d  do  it  again.  ❞  She  went  still.  Perfectly  still.  Her  breath  shallow.  Her  eyes  fixed  on  the  shadowed  screen  before  her,  heart  thudding  painfully  in  the  hush  between  them.  ❝  Does  that  make  me  EVIL?  ❞  she  asked,  not  to  the  priest  —  not  really.  ❝  Or  just  honest?  ❞  No  voice  answered.  Just  the  creaking  of  wood,  the  faint  flicker  of  a  candle  somewhere  far  from  where  she  sat.  She  swallowed,  throat  dry.  ❝  I  didn’t  come  here  to  be  forgiven,  ❞  she  said  finally.  ❝  I  just  needed  to  say  it  out  loud.  ❞  The  witch  shifted  forward,  like  she  meant  to  leave  —  then  hesitated.  And  softer,  like  a  secret  she  hadn’t  meant  to  speak:  ❝  I’m  not  sure  there’s  anything  left  in  me  that  wants  to  be  forgiven.  ❞  Then  she  stood.  The  door  creaked  open  behind  her.  And  the  moment  she  stepped  out  into  the  empty  church,  she  didn’t  look  back.

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bibliophile ⟡ j. yunho

part two

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You release a tired sigh and rub your eyes, throwing your pen down. It bounces off of your ridiculously thick textbook and lands on the papers scattered around your study partner. 

“Ah ah. No crashing yet, we’ve got three more chapters,” Yunho says with a laugh, tapping you on the end of the nose with his own pen. You pout, making a face at him before dramatically collapsing on the table. 

“I give up. You can become a lawyer, I’ll go back to making sandwiches,” you groan, muffled against pages of your future. 

“I thought you liked working at the sandwich shop?”

“I did,” you reply, tilting your head to look at him. “But sandwich shops don’t pay me six figures.”

“Then stop whining,” Yunho shrugs. You grumble words unintelligible even to yourself and sit up, fixing your hair. You stretched, yawned, checked your phone for the thousandth time that evening. Finals were next week. Then there was the Bar exam. You were so close to being y/n l/n, attorney at law…but you were beginning to feel nauseous at the mere sight of words on a page. 

“Wanna take a break?” Yunho suggests, leaning back to stretch. You avoid looking at the way his sweater rides up, revealing inches of what appears to be a toned belly. 

“No,” you mumble, forcing yourself to look away. “If I leave this library…I think I may never return.”

Yunho chuckles and nods, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and index fingers. For a few minutes, you both just sit there, enjoying a rare moment of peace. Usually the library is filled with students, exactly like you—stressed, depressed, drowning in student debt and reading assignments. 

“Yunho?” you mumble. He hums a response, looking over at you. You swallow. “If I start to cry, will you judge me?”

“Not at all,” he responds. You nod once, feeling tears burning in your eyes. 

For the next hour or so, you take turns reading passages and summarizing them, going through various laws and statutes that you could barely comprehend. Your brain felt as if it might explode, and you considered calling it a night, but it was only 10 p.m. and you’d be damned if you gave out before midnight. 

“What the hell are these ‘title 16 provisions?’” you scoff, crinkling your nose. “Were these even part of our assignment?”

“Let me see,” Yunho says. He scoots his chair over to your side of the table rather than just moving seats, and you feel your heart leap into your throat. And god, his arm slides over the back of your chair as he leans in to look at the tiny words on your page. 

He smells like coffee and the peanut butter granola bar you shared earlier, and this close you can see that he has very light freckles on his cheeks. You kind of want him to never move. 

“Ah, no this isn’t part of this assignment but we will have to know it for finals,” he says, words going in one of your ears and out the other. He begins talking about these provisions, but you must be numb to all forms of communication other than Jeong Yunho’s body heat. 

“Y/n?”

“Huh?” you mumble, shaking your head. Yunho has a funny look on his face, one brow raised. Oh god. Oh god. He caught you staring like a fucking creep. 

“...You good?” he chuckles. You swallow and quickly nod, brushing your hair back so fast you nearly hit him in the face. 

“Yep, uh huh,” you mumble. “I’m fine. Just tired.”

“Oh,” he says as though relieved. “Good. Well, if you need to take a break, let me know.”

He begins to move; you panic and grab his wrist. 

“Wait! You didn’t explain this part to me,” you say, pointing at a random section on the page. Yunho sits down again and tilts his head. 

“You need me to explain…marital property to you?” he asks, sounding both amused and disbelieving. 

Well, if you’re gonna be a bad liar, at least you’ll be persistent.

“Yes,” you nod. “Just like a refresher, you know? My brain is cooked.”

Yunho stares at you for a few seconds, and you feel your cheeks heat up. It feels like he knows something you don’t know, and you don’t like that. So you yank him back into his seat and let go of his wrist, pretending to be very interested in one of the most basic aspects of your degree. 

Marital property is boring, even when the hottest guy in your class is explaining it to you. And what’s worse—he knows. You know he knows. He’s explaining basic concepts to you, and then explaining the basics of those basic concepts, all the while keeping a little smirk on his handsome face. You consider caving, thinking of any possible excuse for your behavior. You’re delirious from lack of sleep, that’s actually true. But you were too deep in this to give up now. 

“That’s most of it,” Yunho finally says, long fingers splayed over the textbook. They nearly reach from one end of the open book to the other. You shiver. “I guess we should move into parental rights—”

“Yunho,” you begin with a sigh, ready to admit defeat. He smiles innocently, resting his chin in his hand.

“Yeah?”

“I—”

You freeze, having forgotten how to form sentences. Yunho’s still smiling at you, but his free hand is now resting on your thigh. You thanked the gods you’d decided to wear a skirt today. 

His palm is large, warm, spanning much of the plush skin there. He’s not gripping it, but it’s still very obviously intentional. You feel your cheeks burn hot; you’re determined to remain unaffected.

“Nevermind,” you mumble. He chuckles and turns back to the page, though he doesn’t move his hand. 

You don’t ask him to. 

You go back to your respective chapters, thankfully far beyond the basics, but his hand stays right where it is. He even reaches over his other arm to sip his coffee, refusing to move it. Your skin burns in the shape of his fingers; you almost want to push him away simply because your body is reacting to his touch in a way that’s making you feel crazy. You’re practically feverish, just because he’s near you. Pathetic, honestly. 

When you sigh and rub your eyes, those long fingers twitch, making you jump. You try to play it off, though you know he’s aware of your reaction, because he does it again. When you don’t react as dramatically, he squeezes gently.

Your knee jerks up so fast it hits the table, causing your belongings to rattle, and your heart feels like it’s going to explode. Yunho chuckles, though doesn’t move his hand. You clear your throat as though everything is normal. As though he’s not currently squeezing your upper thigh. 

“Yunho,” you say quietly. 

“Hm?” He doesn't bother looking up from his textbook.

“What are we doing?”

He does look up this time.

“Studying,” he says, giving you a sweet smile. You narrow your eyes. 

If he was going to do this, then so were you. You were sleep deprived, numb to the world, and horny as hell. So you parted your knees. 

Not much, just an inch or so, but very obvious. You didn’t miss the way Yunho’s throat worked as he swallowed, clearly not expecting the reciprocation. You go back to your textbook, but your victory is short lived, however, as his large hand slides further inward.

You’re flustered. But you’re also stubborn. So you drop your pen and look him in the eyes as you open your knees. Yunho’s gaze is steady as he slowly moves his hand, as though expecting you to stop him. You don’t. 

Yunho went back to reading and you did the same, just as his pinky brushed the crease of your inner thigh. You knew you were wet, knew he could probably feel the moist heat radiating from your body behind your pink panties, but you chose to be nonchalant. Until he rubbed the back of his knuckle against your panties, over your clit. 

The soft moan that escapes you is mortifying.

Yunho quickly clamps a hand over your mouth, laughing breathily as your brows pull together and you shudder. He looks as shocked as you are, though now you’re hazy, focused only on how good it felt, and wanting more. 

“Shh,” he chuckles nervously, glancing around despite the fact that you’re the only ones here. “No wonder you act like you’re walking around on thin ice. You’re frustrated as hell, huh?”

“P-Please,” you whimper pitifully against his palm, though it’s muffled. He moves his hand and you grip his wrist, looking up at him. You silently communicate your needs, praying he has mercy and doesn’t force you to say it out loud. Yunho glances around one more time, licking his lips before looking down at you like a fucking steak on a platter. 

“If we’re gonna do this, you gotta be quiet for me,” he murmurs. You nod quickly, gasping when he effortlessly yanks your chair closer to him. He adjusts his glasses before lowering his hand to your thighs, gently stroking them. 

“Can I touch you?” he asks quietly. You open your mouth, but he presses a finger to your lips. “Quietly.”

“Yes, yes,” you whine. “T-Touch me.”

Yunho bites his lower lip, as though imagining doing much, much more than that. When he rubs your thighs again, your knees fall open and you stifle a moan behind your sleeves. Yunho smiles at the sight of you, slipping his hand between your legs again. 

This time, he’s more careful, though it’s much more frustrating for you. You squirm when he strokes either side of your cunt, making a ‘v’ and squeezing your plush pussy lips between them. You moan again, loudly, and Yunho scrambles to cover your mouth. 

“Baby, you’ve gotta be—”

“Quiet, I know,” you pout, gripping his wrist. “C-can’t help it…feels good.”

Yunho swallows, letting his fingers brush against you again. You manage to stay quiet this time, but your mouth opens in a silent scream.

“So fucking sensitive,” he murmurs, drawing his hand back. You nearly protest, but he presses his index finger to your clit like a button and you jolt, covering your mouth just in time. Yunho smirks. 

“H-Haven’t had sex,” you say, fisting the sleeve of his sweater as he pushes again. “In m-months.”

“Why?” he asks, beginning to rub slow circles against your panties. You feel your wetness spreading beneath them, but you don’t care. You grip the edge of the table and swallow. 

“Busy,” you breathe, licking your lips. Yunho’s eyes follow your tongue. You don’t notice. 

“Can I kiss you?”

“Y-yeah, yes,” you nod frantically. 

Yunho uses the hand between your legs to turn your entire body toward him. You want to mention how attractive that is, but he’s leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours.

His kiss is nothing like his touch; there’s nothing dirty or hurried about it. His nose brushes the crease of yours as he tilts your heads to the side, his free hand moving up to cup your cheek. It’s a sweet kiss that makes no sense when his fingers are currently resting against your panties beneath your skirt. 

He seems to have forgotten what he was doing amidst your soft kisses, as you break away from his lips to impatiently bounce and whine. Yunho smirks and begins rubbing his middle finger directly over your clit, applying very little pressure. He kisses you again, and you throw your arms around his neck, trying to push your body into his. His knee prevents you from doing so. 

“Nng…what are you doing?” you whine, fisting his sweater. “Wanna…wanna be in your lap.”

Your own admission makes your cheeks flush red, but you don’t care. You’re horny and your crush’s hand is between your thighs. 

“Not yet, baby,” he mumbles, stealing another lazy kiss. “Wanna keep you like this. I like how desperate you are.”

“I…I’m not desperate,” you mumble. Yunho bites his lower lip and applies more pressure to your clit, you buck your hips and grip his sleeve. He’s laughing, but you don’t care, aching for more of him. 

“Desperate,” he hums, pulling you in for another kiss. You don’t understand his obsession with kissing you; wasn’t he as horny as you were? But you kissed him back anyway, because you’ve had a crush on this guy since your freshman year and even the slut hormones clouding your brain couldn’t block that much out. He was a damn good kisser too, taking the lead and hardly giving you time to breathe.

In contrast to his soft mouth, Yunho’s index finger hooks your soaked panties, tugging them to the side. His finger brushes your bare cunt, though he knowingly silences your moans with a kiss. 

“What can I do?” he asks once you finally break apart. You’re unwilling to let him go, however, pulling his lips back to yours.. 

“Don’t care,” you mumble between kisses, body buzzing with need. “Whatever you want.”

“Can I go in here?” 

He prods at the needy hole between your folds and you fucking purr, clutching his sweater and pulling him close with a whine. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he laughs. He waits for you to eagerly nod, then brings his fingers to your mouth and taps your lips. “Open.”

You do as he says and he slips his fingers inside. You nearly moan around them as you instinctively suck and lick his digits; they’re long and thick, two of them practically as big as a few hookups you’ve had in the past. Yunho watches, pupils wide as you act like an obedient doll a little too eager to be fingered in a library at midnight. 

When he pulls his fingers out, they’re slick and shiny with your drool, and you see him suck in air. You blush, a little embarrassed at how thorough of a job you’ve done. You expect Yunho to go beneath your skirt, but he slides his wet fingers in his mouth, eyes never leaving yours. 

It’s the filthiest thing you’ve ever seen, next to the look of pure bliss in his eyes as he sucks your saliva off of his fingers and replaces it with his own. You decide then that you do not want him to finger you. 

“Fuck me,” you blurt out. 

You barely register what you’ve said, but you’re damn near ready to jump his bones. Yunho blinks in surprise, obviously not having expected that. He pulls his fingers out of his mouth.

“Really?” he asks. He sounds surprised for reasons you don’t understand, but you nod. 

“Yeah,” you say, pulling him in for another kiss. “Want you inside me. All of you.”

“Fuck,” Yunho groans. He grabs your face in his hands and kisses you back, harder. Your hands are shaky as they go for his jeans, but then he freezes like you’ve just slapped him. 

“What?” you ask, breaking the kiss. Yunho curses and rubs his face with both hands, tilting back in his chair. “What is it, yu?”

“I don’t…fuck. I don’t have a condom.”

He runs a hand through his hair like this is the biggest mistake of the century. You bite your lower lip—the idea of leaving tonight and not getting fucked by him makes you genuinely want to cry. 

“We could…you know?” you mumble, face hot. “I mean, I-I’m clean. Obviously, haven’t had sex in god knows when—”

“No,” Yunho says, shaking his head. “I don’t trust myself.”

“Don’t trust yourself to what?” you frown. Yunho looks at you, 

“There’s no way I’m gonna be able to make myself pull out once I’m in you,” he murmurs. “We need a condom.”

You swallow. You really shouldn’t push; but you need to hear more. 

“How do you know?” you breathe, licking your lips. 

“C’mere.”

“What?”

Yunho reaches over, grabbing your wrist. He pulls you into his lap and you gasp, able to feel the rigid line of his cock beneath you. But he grabs your face and pulls you in for a kiss again. 

“I’ve been thinking about you for so long,” he hums, and you mewl in response, grinding down against him. He kisses you again to stifle what was no doubt a moan. 

“Y-Yeah?” you manage to squeak out. Yunho nods. 

“Yeah. Not gonna be able to pull out if I’m balls deep in that little cunt with you fucking crying for it like this.”

Fuck. You needed him. To be honest, with or without the condom, but if he felt it was necessary.

“Let’s go get one,” you mumble dizzily. “A c-condom. There’s a convenience store down the street.”

Yunho frowns, looking at the clock on the wall.

“The library will be locked, won’t it? Don’t we have to lock up?”

You lean back in his lap, smiling. 

“Yes. But I’ve got a key,” you chime.

The moment you stepped into the store, you immediately regretted it and felt all the horny escape you. Not really, but it was embarrassing as hell, and painfully obvious as to what you were doing here. Yunho didn’t seem to mind, his hand tightly clasping yours as he guided you toward the back. 

You had a little trouble finding the condoms—it made you inexplicably happy when Yunho suggested asking the clerk as he didn’t know either, even though your answer was a firm NO—but eventually found the rack next to the sex pills and cold sore cream. 

Hot. 

Yunho squints, and you cross your arms impatiently. You grab a box and shake it. 

“It’s not a shoe store, here,” you mumble, pushing the box into his hand. Yunho glances over the label and smirks, tossing it back on the shelf. You want to ask what the hell is so funny when you’re so fucking wet your panties are sticking to your thighs, but then he finally makes a choice and puts the box in your hands. Oh.

Oh. 

XXL. Makes sense.

You make him grab a few more things as though that makes the purchase less shameful. When you go to check out, you look everywhere but at the clerk—until he has the audacity to speak to the man holding your hand, very obviously purchasing condoms so the two of you can go fuck in a library. 

“Finals week?” the guy says. Yunho slides his card across the counter and squeezes your hand.

“Finals week,” he nods.

“I just realized we could’ve gone to my apartment,” you say, unlocking the library door. Yunho leaned against the wall, unwrapping the candy he’d apparently decided on last minute. A red round sucker. “It’s only a few minutes away.”

You’d been given a key to the library your second year here, as you were a trusted student who often pulled all nighters—and you lived in the shitty part of campus where the power often went out. You were aware this was a total abuse of that power, but you figured if you showed Yunho to Ms. Lin, she’d understand. 

“Yeah, well, my fantasies during puberty weren’t at apartments,” Yunho shrugs, holding the door for you. You head inside and find your table, where you drop the bag of your purchased items. Yunho grabs it, immediately fishing out the box. 

“Very boy of you,” you scoff, rolling your eyes. “Let me guess, the hot librarian offers to help you find your dick? Is that part of the dewey decimal system?”

Yunho smiles. “Can we get back to you whining for me to fuck you? I liked that.”

“I was not—”

Your freakishly tall study partner grabs your wrist, tugging you against him. You swallow and look up, lips parted at the sudden contact. 

“Not what?” he asks. You blink, but something is suddenly pushing at your lips. You open dumbly, feeling too obedient as you take whatever he’s putting in your mouth apparently. The taste of artificial cherry makes you grimace. 

Yunho backs you up to the table, crowding you against it. He cups your face in his hands and kisses your cheek, thumbs brushing below your ears. You realize you’ve been staring at him wordlessly, sucker in your mouth. 

“How’s it taste?” he asks.

“Good,” you mumble. It doesn’t taste good, you hate cherry, but if Jeong Yunho puts something in your mouth, you love it, you decide. Cherry is your new favorite flavor. 

“I doubted if they sold gags, so,” he chuckles. “This’ll do.”

You frown, but he takes the stick of the sucker before you can respond. 

“Open,” he says. You open. 

You see his eyes twinkle, almost like he can’t believe how well you’re listening to him. If only he knew you’d do anything he asked. 

Rather than pull it out, Yunho rubs the sucker around your mouth. He coats your tongue with the sticky flavor, then the inside of your cheek. By the time he pulls it out, you don’t realize you’re drooling, mouth open for him.

He pops the sucker in his own mouth, just like his fingers, and you shudder. Then he’s slipping his hands beneath your skirt, pushing your panties down your thighs. 

“What are you doing?” you ask softly, more curious than concerned. Yunho takes the sucker out and kisses your cheek, then your lips. You can taste it on his tongue, just like yours. 

Something sticky and wet prods at your clit and you gasp, but Yunho wraps an arm around your waist and keeps you from pulling away. You squeak helplessly in shock, caught between mind numbing bliss and disbelief. He’s rubbing the bulbous head of the sucker against your clit. 

“Shh…figure it’s too risky to eat you out properly,” he hums in your ear, crushing you to his chest. You squirm, though not out of discomfort. 

You have no idea how to react, hands gripping his sweater as he holds you in place. The candy feels warm and sticky, sliding through your cunt juices as he teases you with it. 

“I wasn’t going to,” he says, voice strained as though he’s doing all he can to hold back. “But I saw it and…well fuck, baby, if I’m honest, I just wanted to see if you were desperate enough to try and fuck yourself on a piece of candy.”

You whine and bury your head against his shoulder, because you fucking are. You are desperate enough to try, because he slides the candy between your lips and you jolt when it brushes your hole.

“F-Fuck, Yunho,” you gasp, nails digging into fabric. You hear him laugh, and it sounds so fucking cocky, like he knew you’d end up like this, but you can’t bring yourself to care as you work yourself to ruin on a piece of candy. 

He slides it beneath the hood of your clit, twisting the stick in his fingers. Your knees buckle, but he’s gripping you tight. He works it like a toy, rubbing up and down, focusing on your clit until you’re nearly there before he moves it again. It didn’t feel this big when it was in your mouth, but you’ve never wanted something inside you so bad. 

“Oh my god,” you moan, thighs clamping together. It doesn’t stop his hand, or the candy, the rounded tip pushing against your hole. He starts rolling it again, and you gasp as you feel yourself snapping inside, the hot neediness spilling over the edges. You try to warn him, but only manage to squeak.

“Are you…are you cumming on a fucking lollipop?” Yunho asks, voice filled with awe. You nod. 

Your ears ring, your vision blurs, and you feel something pushing against your mouth. It’s Yunho’s hand you realize, but you can’t stop, can’t stop shaking and screaming and there’s something wet on your cheeks. 

You haven’t had a proper orgasm in months, maybe even a year, and were it not for Yunho holding you up, you’re pretty damn sure you would’ve fainted. 

When you open your eyes, Yunho is laughing quietly and hugging you tight, rubbing your back. 

“Fuck, are you okay?” he asks, sounding concerned and impressed. You sniff and nod, using the back of your hand to wipe your cheeks. Yunho cups your face and uses his thumbs to clean you up. You were crying. 

“I’m sorry, jesus, I didn’t think it was that bad,” he says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. You realize then that the damn sucker is in his mouth.

You whine, yanking him forward until you’re kissing him. It’s clumsy, but he takes the sucker out and tosses it on the table behind you. You begin working desperately at his jeans, and hear him release a cherry flavored groan. 

“Still gonna let me fuck you?” he asks, keeping his lips against yours. 

“God yes,” you say in a shaky voice. “P-Please.”

“I can do that,” Yunho breathes. He places a large hand on the softness of your belly, gently pushing you back. 

Yunho towers over you, one hand moving to cup your thigh and open you up so he can stand between them. The other goes to his jeans, and you find yourself biting your lip and digging your nails into your palms. 

XXL?

“Since you look like you’re about to fucking eat me,” Yunho says with a laugh, “why don’t you do it? Hm? When’s the last time you put a condom on?”

You feel yourself blush at having been caught, but sit up to snatch the box near you. 

“Asshole,” you mutter, refusing to give him a proper answer.

Your hands are too shaky to open the box, so you end up ripping it down the side, condoms spilling out. You sigh anyway and grab one, slipping the foil packet between your teeth. You move your hands to his jeans, and realize that for the first time…you’re nervous. 

Until now your brain had been sex focused; it still was, but your post orgasm clarity made you realize how fucking desperate you looked. You roughly popped open the button of his jeans. 

Yunho was so damn tall that his hips were practically level with your face whilst you were on the short table. This meant that, as soon as you’d tugged his boxers down, you suddenly found yourself face to face with the biggest cock you’ve ever seen. 

XXL.

For a moment you were too dumbstruck—why did they bother sculpting the soft dicks when the hard ones could look like…this? All veins and smooth skin and a pink mushroom head that looked perfectly designed for…use. You wanted it in your mouth. But he hadn’t technically put his mouth on you, and you were both in a library, and right now you were starting to get a little shaky at the idea of this thing going anywhere near your neglected pussy, so you swallowed your resolve and took the condom from between your teeth. 

Yunho watched as you struggled to tear open the packet, biting your lower lip in frustration. You finally got it open, sighing as you placed the rubber at the tip. He grabbed your hands then, and you paused. Shit. Were you doing this wrong? 

“We don’t have to do anything,” he mumbles softly, cupping your chin. “You wanna stop right now? We stop. Not trying to ruin the mood, just want you to know it’s okay.”

You shake your head.

“I’m okay, thanks,” you say quietly. “It’s just…fuck, Yunho.”

He laughs, his little ego having returned just a bit, you wanted to roll your eyes and kiss him at the same time. He bites his lower lip and strokes his thumb over yours. 

“I’ll be gentle,” he hums. “You can take it for me.”

Fuck. Yes, you absolutely can. 

Yunho guides you onto your back, though you settle on your elbows, propped up for him. You watch as he squeezes the rest of the lube from the packet onto his cock, giving a few tugs before nodding at you. You weren’t sure if you were excited or scared, but there were two heartbeats and one was between your legs. 

He pushes your legs apart and guides his cock forward. You lick your lips and let your knees fall open, bunching your skirt around your waist, offering yourself to him. Yunho sucks in air through his teeth and curses. 

“So fucking pretty,” he hums, supporting his weight on one palm as he brushes his cock against you. You shiver as the cold lube is smeared around your sensitive cunt. “Knew it from the day I saw you freshman year in a skirt just like this one. Thought I was gonna die when you smiled at me.”

“I didn’t know you remembered,” you mumbled. You were so nervous your first day, which wasn’t helped by the hot guy who approached you and asked if you were lost. Apparently you could stop feeling ashamed for having mind fucked him back then. 

“Of course I do,” Yunho chuckles, teasing the head of his cock up and down your slit. “So cute, how you blushed when I talked to you. You still do that, you know.”

“Shut up,” you mutter. Yunho laughs, then licks his lips. 

“Gonna put it in now. Tell me if it’s too much,” he says. You nod.

The swollen head of his cock catches on your hole, and Yunho uses his weight to lean forward and urge himself inside. It aches a bit, not just from the size but fuck it’s been so long since you’ve had something more than your own fingers in you. Your thoughts go from not so bad to okay damn to holy fuck there’s more? Because he keeps pushing and you keep taking, and you feel every inch of him filling your insides while his body offers more. 

“Fuck, baby. Fuck,” Yunho whines, still gripping the base of his cock as he guides it into you. Your head falls back and you curse at nothing; his cock is somehow too big but perfectly sized at the same time and you’ve never felt so god damn full. “Look at you, that needy little cunt is swallowing me babygirl. Keep fucking taking it.”

His words make you dizzy, and you whine when he’s finally fully seated. You feel heavy, pinned to the table, as though you can’t move. You reach down and feel the rigid sides of his cock, shocked to feel just how much is inside you. 

“How’s that, beautiful?” Yunho asks. He places both palms on the table, either side of your body, and you tense. If he started thrusting, it would fuck you up. 

“Good,” you say, nodding. “Big, but good.”

“Knew you could take it. 'm gonna fuck you now. Stop me if you need to," he murmurs. You can take it.

"I can take it," you nod. He smiles, kissing you once, then twice.

You squeak as Yunho begins fucking you properly, ploughing into you hard and fast, moving with need and instinct rather than reason. 

The table shakes with his heavy thrusts, pistoning into you so hard it makes you dizzy. You’re surprised you can take him like this, able to feel every inch of him when he’s seated inside, pressing deliciously on your walls. 

Yunho ruts into you like an animal, unfortunately one with a very big cock as he struggles to keep every inch buried inside you. He wasn’t lying about not pulling out, as he refused to do so even when thrusting. You had no room to breathe, no chance for air, as he fucked into you repeatedly while trying to go deeper. 

You’re at a loss for words, lips parted, eyes following his expression and movements. He’s desperate in his own way, obviously holding back, though you don’t know from what. You consider encouraging him to let go—until he groans loudly and snaps his hips, stealing the breath from your lungs. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby. So fucking…need you to hold still for me and take it,” he breathes. "Hold still. A-Almost done, fuck, keep taking it so good for me."

You do as he asks without question, clinging to his shoulders, nose to nose with Jeong Yunho as he forces his cock as far as it can go in your body and begins to pump a thin condom full of cum that should be you. 

Yunho takes a few moments to breathe, arms shaking where he holds himself up on the table. You run a hand through his damp hair, watching as he moans softly and leans into your touch. 

“You okay?” you giggle. He nods, tilting his head to kiss your palm. 

“Just…You’re so fucking perfect. Want more of you if you’ll let me, wanna make you feel good every day," he says.

You blink at the surprising tenderness of his words, feeling they were more than sex related. You wanted to ask questions, but right now, you were both sticky with sweat and fucked out on a library table that would need to be wiped down with holy water. 

You separated, which left you shuddering from the sudden cold emptiness inside of you. Yunho exhaled sharply, waiting a few moments before removing the condom and tying it off. 

You both cleaned up and fixed your clothes as best you could—though you stuffed your panties in your bag because the sticky wetness was a little much. 

“Do you want to come over?” you ask, making sure your skirt is covering your ass. “You know. To clean up.”

Yunho smiles, which makes you smile, and then you’re blushing and cursing at yourself. He nods and brushes your cheek with his knuckle. 

“Sounds good,” he hums. You beam and gesture for him to follow you. Yunho watches as you collect your things with shaky legs, smiling to himself. 

You were so damn pretty. Intelligent. He’d noticed right away that you were someone he was going to want. 

He grabbed his own bag and walked past the table, pausing as he stepped on something. 

The sucker. 

You crinkle your nose when you notice it, too. 

“Guess we need to throw that away,” you mumble. He nods, bending down and picking it up. He holds it in his hand for a few seconds. 

What a good idea it had been. 

He slips it into his pocket, for the memories. 

Memories like, your name. Your favorite color. That skirt you wore on your first day. Apartment 2B, where you lived. You like the right side of the bed, don’t you? Yunho likes the left side. 

The last man you slept with—11 months, 1 week, and 4 days ago.

Yunho hated that one.

You had waffles for breakfast this morning. You usually have oatmeal. You sleep with a nightlight on.

You’re afraid of the dark.

“You coming?” you ask with a shy smile, pausing at the door. Yunho looks up. You didn’t see him slip the sucker in his pocket. You never notice things like that. 

“Yeah,” he says. He follows you out the door and waits for you to lock up. Then, without thinking too much of it, he takes your hand. You don’t pull away. Your hand is small compared to his, and he squeezes it. You squeeze back. 

You like hot showers.

You sound so pretty when you moan, especially when you think you’re alone. 

Your bathroom window is never locked.

You're never alone.

Yunho has a good memory when it comes to you.

[eicsferrari]

costume - cl16 smau

summary: a costume of charles and yn goes viral (based on that taylor x travis post)

face claim: madison beer & random girls from pinterest

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ynlover i don’t know any world in which yn + charles leclerc would be in the same room together, but apparently in this one they’re married?

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ynlegend i love thisss

leclerc_yn my favorite singer and driver <3

selfishyn the sunglasses are sooo yn

ynupdates this is amazing, she has to see this!

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yn last show on the tour, thank you for coming my loves❤️

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obsessionyn not to start rumors but i was there and charles was in the crowd

sixteenenthusiast i can confirm, my friend was there and said the same thing

charles_leclerc hi, heard apparently we are married?

yn seems that way yes lmao

frzferrari cmon charles that was lame you can do so much better

preciousyn she did respond tho, there's hope

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yn today in red❤️ thank you ferrari for having me🏎️

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tifosi16 we all know charles won today to impress her, right?

queenyn red looks so good on you

charlesleclerc seems like you are our good luck charm

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charlesleclerc it's a plan

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charlesinmine they just met and she is already acting like a wag? pathetic

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The shady / bitchy side of each sun signs

Sun in Aries ♈

You bore them = You’re dead to them.

Starts fights, then says "Why is everyone mad?"

“No, I didn’t ghost you. I just lost interest.”

Road rage in human form.

Impatient? No. They just hate slow people.

Sun in Taurus ♉

Calls you cheap but steals your fries.

Will say “I hate drama” then sit front row.

Will never share their blanket.

Lazy but will fight you over food.

You didn't text back in 2 days? Blocked.

Sun in Gemini ♊

"No, I never said that" (they did).

Lies for fun (but you still love them).

Bored? Time to stir the pot.

They say they love you—to 5 people at once.

Fake laughing their way through life.

Sun in Cancer ♋

Holds grudges like family heirlooms.

Stalks their ex’s social media .

Baby or demon? Depends on the hour.

Will cry while roasting you.

"Tell me everything" (then judges).

Sun in Leo ♌

You didn't like their post? Blocked.

"I’m humble" (they’re not).

"I hate attention" (LOL, sure).

Fishes for compliments like a full-time job.

Has fans, not friends.

Sun in Virgo ♍

Corrects your grammar in texts.

Passive-aggressive but says "I’m just helping."

"No offense, but…" (It’s offensive.)

"I’ll fix it" (more like control everything.)

Will remember the text you sent them 5 years ago, down to the time you sent and probably has a screenshot of it somewhere in their hidden app.

Sun in Libra ♎

Their "Oops, my bad" has ruined lives.

Flirts with everyone, even your grandma/grandpa.

Can never say no but complains later.

Wants balance = Starts chaos.

Smiles while talking mad shit.

Sun in Scorpio ♏

Loves you? Hates you? Both.

Master of emotional blackmail.

Knows your weakness and will use it.

Smiles in your face, curses you at home.

Will disappear for 3 weeks, no warning.

Sun in Sagittarius ♐

"I love honesty!" (Lies constantly.)

Here today, gone tomorrow.

Loves you but forgets your birthday.

"No drama!" (Total chaos magnet.)

Talks, then leaves mid-convo.

Sun in Capricorn ♑

No emotions, just deadlines.

Roasts you but calls it "constructive criticism."

Hates you but won’t say it.

Works like a CEO, spends like a peasant.

Loves money, hates people who asks them for money.

Sun in Aquarius ♒

Listens, then ignores all advice.

"Rules?" (They laugh in rebellion.)

Emotionally unavailable but curious.

Will debate you for 6 hours.

Weird for fun, distant by default.

Sun in Pisces ♓

Spaced out 90% of the time.

Romanticizes toxic exes.

"I forgive you" (No, they don’t.)

"I’m psychic" (but can’t see red flags).

"I love peace" (but attracts toxic people for sport).

And that’s the zodiac, raw and unfiltered—no mercy, just vibes. If you’re offended, blame your birth chart, not me. Now go be the messy legend the stars intended you to be!

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Post It - Part 3 - LN4

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

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warnings: nothing. this entire series is going to be pretty fluffy so :) I do say the word ‘papaya’ a concerning amount though 😂 (a note: as per usual, kudos to @lestapiastrisgirl for always answering my 2am ‘SO HEAR ME OUT’s and ‘BUT WHAT IF WE’s’ ❤️) pairing: lando norris x influencer!reader word count: 3.7k

story replies: lando lord have MERCY >>>yourusername 🤭 hannahstjohn god we're cute >>>yourusername <3 thank you for being there for me, my love. >>>hannahstjohn i'm so happy you're happy and you are gloooowing today, btw >>>yourusername i've got butterflies han! HE gives me butterflies and i have no idea what i'm doing but oh my god. >>>hannahstjohn thats how it felt with liam. it happened quick but it happed hard >>>yourusername i'm in so much trouble >>>hannahstjohn :)))

The morning of the sprit race starts off almost identically as the day before: you and Hannah arriving at the track together an hour or so behind Liam, the noise and crowds of the paddock overwhelming you once again the moment you scan your badge at the gate. 

“All I’m saying is, I’m quite impressed with him. I didn’t know Lando could be such a…gentleman.” Her eyes sparkle with mischief, tone teasing you. 

You shoot her a look, already regretting the fact that you had told how how last night had ended. “He was nervous, okay?” You say with a laugh, closing your eyes as you shake your head. 

The chemistry between you two had been undeniable during dinner and after, he had offered to walk you back to your room. Tension sparked in the elevator as you waited for Lando to make a move. His shoulder brushed yours, fingertips barely grazing your lower back when the doors slid open to allow you off at your floor. You had propped yourself up against the door, room key dangling from your fingers as you looked up at him. 

‘Thank you for dinner’ You had murmured, fluttering your lashes at him in hopes he got the message. 

‘Of course.’ Had been his response as he palmed the back of his neck, shifting his weight as his eyes darted between your lips and back up to meet your gaze. For a moment you had thought he was going to actually kiss you and as he leaned in, your breath hitched in the back of your throat, anticipation buzzing through your veins. 

At the last moment, Lando moved his lips and grazed your cheek instead. The touch had been light, almost tentative, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to be so close to you. You barely bit back the whine in your throat when he pulled away to look at you again. ‘I’ll have McLaren passes waiting for you at the front desk tomorrow morning, okay?” 

You had nodded, brain trying to process what had just not happened. “Okay.” You replied weakly, the spot where his lips had touched your skin burning. 

“Text me when you get to the paddock and I’ll come meet you. Get some sleep, pretty girl.” 

And with that, he had turned around and walked back towards the elevator. 

You had spent the rest of the night analyzing everything with Hannah, trying to figure out what had been going through his head in that moment. 

“I had no idea Lando Norris knew how to be nervous.” Hannah chuckles as you walk through the paddock. You chuckle in response but you know better. The Lando you knew, that Lando was totally different from his public persona. He was quiet and anxious and seemed to get into his head too easily. But that was a side of Lando you were beginning to realize that he didn’t show just anyone and that made you feel all the more special. 

30 feet in front of you, the McLaren hospitality building looms, first in the paddock as a result of their Constructors Championship last year. You spot a certain curly haired Brit leaning against the railing, eyes scanning the crowd underneath a pair of dark sunglasses. Your stomach flips when he raises the glasses, light blue eyes catching your gaze as a half-smile hitches at the corner of his mouth. 

“Oh, he’s so down bad for you.” Hannah murmurs at your side and you elbow her with a laugh. “I still can’t believe you’re abandoning me for the enemy. Liam is devastated.” 

You chuckle, picking up your pace to get to Lando quicker. When you had met Hannah in the lobby this morning, you had asked if she was okay with you spending the day at McLaren. Much to your surprise, Hannah had encouraged you to go. She had seen how Lando had looked at you yesterday, had heard the way you talked about him when you called her for a post-dinner debrief. 

“I think Liam will survive. He’s probably thankful even that he doesn’t have to deal with the pair of us this morning.” 

“You’re probably right.” Hannah agrees just as you two reach McLaren’s hospitality. 

Lando’s been watching you approach for the last several minutes from his perch at the top of the ramp of the large orange building. He still can’t believe he chickened out last night, abandoning his plan for a juvenile kiss on the lips. The truth was, he had been so anxious that he was going to mess this up that he hadn’t wanted to push you to a place where you were uncomfortable. He hadn’t wanted to blow this second chance you had just given him so when it came down to it, a peck on the cheek had seemed the only right thing to do. 

He watches you and Hannah chat, the laugh that spills out of your lips when you get closer sending fiery pleasure skittering over his skin. 

“Morning, Lan.” You singsong, watching at he bounds down the ramp to join you and Hannah on the sidewalk. 

“What are you wearing?” He asks so abruptly for a moment you just blink at him. 

“Okay, so like, let’s agree to never start off a conversation with that ever again, yeah?” 

Beside you, Hannah huffs a laugh. 

Lando rolls his eyes, “You can’t wear navy in my garage!” He protests as if you’re the one missing the point. 

“Lando.” You deadpan, “I think this is the only bit of orange clothing I even own! You’re lucky I just happened to have this in my suitcase!” 

“It’s papaya!” He says with an exaggerated sigh. 

“This shirt has papaya in it!” You point to the thin stripes of orange…papaya…that the predominately navy tank top has all over it. 

Lando frowns before shaking his head. “It’s not enough.” He declares before reaching for your hand. “Come on, we need to fix this before I can take you anywhere.” 

You make an indignant sound as he drags you away from where Hannah stands laughing. “I guess I’ll text you later, H!” You shout over your shoulder. 

“Come to Red Bull for lunch!” She calls after you. 

“She’s eating lunch with me!” Lando yells before dragging you through the sliding glass doors of McLaren’s hospitality. 

You hear the echos of Hannah’s laughter as the doors whisper shut behind you. “Okay, that was rude! I didn’t even get to say goodbye to her!” 

Lando just shrugs, not letting go of your hand, as he pulls you towards a set of stairs just inside the double doors. “We have more important things to take care of and I have to be in the car in a bit.” 

“You are so dramatic.” You huff. 

When Lando doesn’t respond, you take a moment to glance around the first floor of the building he’s dragging you through. There are McLaren employees, all dressed in various amounts of papaya and black, bustling through the space. Some sit at sleek black high top tables, tapping away on computers or eating a snack before they’re pulled to another task. There’s a food counter tucked away in the other corner, laden down with breakfast and lunch foods. On the opposite side are several doors that lead to what you assume are team offices. 

You follow Lando up the stairs, trying to ignore the sideways glances you two are attracting as you quickly walk through the space. There’s several sets of doors on the landing and he pulls you towards an open one with his name tacked up on the wall just outside of it. 

Lando’s drivers room is small, with just enough room for a couch, massage table, and small desk. Light spills in through the three floor to ceiling windows that face out towards the back of the paddock, making the entire space bright and well lit. Lando shuts the door behind him before dropping your hand in favor of opening a closet that’s tucked away in the corner. He digs around for a few moments, mumbling something about how he just knows you’re going to look so good in papaya. 

Finding what he was apparently looking for, he crosses the room to where you stand, arms folded across your chest. “Take that off.” He tugs at your navy cardigan you had grabbed to keep the chill of the morning air off your skin. 

“Lando!” You scold, swatting his arm away when he continues to try to undress you. “At least kiss me before you try to get me naked.” 

The driver freezes, eyes flying up to yours before a smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. “Cheeky.” He murmurs before allowing you to remove the cardigan yourself. 

Tossing the cardigan across the room, Lando pulls a papaya colored hoodie over your head. The first thing you notice is how soft and warm the sweatshirt is but the second thing? The second thing you notice is how is smells. Lando’s cologne, the same woodsy scent that had kept you up last night as it clung to your clothes after your dinner with him. The earthy scent of cedar and something citrusy filled your nose and you can’t help but inhale deeply. 

“Wait, is this the hoodie you wore into the paddock this morning?” 

Lando looks at you like you couldn’t have asked a more obvious question. “Of course?” 

“So people will know it’s yours when they see me in it…” 

Again, Lando gives you a look that seems to say ‘duh, silly girl’. “Exactly. That’s kind of the point, so people know who you belong to.”  

“Belong to?” You arch a brow, managing to keep the tone light even though you suddenly can’t feel your toes. 

“Yep.” He says simply before dropping a kiss onto the tip of your nose. 

The blush that flashes across your cheeks has Lando smirking down at you. His stomach swoops a little at the the way it feels having you standing there in his drivers room wearing his clothing. The possessive streak that winds it’s way through his veins at the sight of you catches him off guard. He’d never really considered himself territorial when it came to relationships but something about the sight of you in his hoodie he had just taken off had his heart pounding.  

Lando’s phone buzzes in his pocket and he’s pulled away for a moment. While he talks to his performance coach on the phone, you wander over to where your purse sits on the small black leather couch. Your stomach rumbles a bit, reminding you that both Hannah and you had been running so late this morning you’d had to skip breakfast. 

You sink down into the soft couch, pulling out the fruit you’d snagged from the hotel’s grab and go store. Popping open the lid, you stab at a bit of fruit before popping it in your mouth. You’re distracted for a moment, feeling the couch dip beside you as Lando sits down. “Did you bring snacks?” He asks, tugging you towards him so your shoulders are pressed up against each other.

“I brought myself breakfast. I slept in past my alarm this morning because someone wouldn’t stop texting me last night and kept me up past my bedtime so I didn't have time to eat.” 

Lando smirks, enjoying the way you sass him. “I managed to get here on time, my love.” 

You narrow your eyes at him playfully before you take another bite of your breakfast. “Whatever. I’m not sharing.” 

Lando frowns. “Who even said I wanted any of your gross fruit anyway. What even is that…It’s too dark to be a mango.” 

Your grin widens as you realize he has no idea what’s in the cup in your hands. “Lando, it’s a papaya.” 

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The elevator dings, signaling it’s arrival to your floor later that night. Lando had insisted on walking you back to your room after you’d finished dinner with Carlos and Rebecca in the hotel restaurant. 

“Did you have a good time today?” Lando asks quietly, the exhaustion from the activity of the day edging into his voice as you both walk slowly down the empty hallway. 

“I mean, I got to see you make a wild pass on the very last lap to steal the win away from that Ferrari, didn’t I?” You say, bumping your shoulder against his. Grinning, your memory flickers back to the way the garage had exploded when he had dove into the corner with millimeters to spare. You hand’t anticipated how electrifying it would be to watch Lando win but it was an experience you knew you’d never forget. 

Lando’s fingers brush the small of your back as you reach your hotel room. It takes a brief moment for you to find your key and when you turn around to face him fully, you’re surprised at the hungry look in his eyes. 

“That was pretty good, wasn’t it?” He asks, the cocky grin on his face grows as you lean back into the wall, looking up at him through your lashes. 

“Now all I need is to see you take a champagne shower tomorrow and the weekend will be complete.” 

Your heart pounds when Lando leans in closer, so close that you can feel the heat of his breath fan out over your cheek. His cologne distracts you, that same woody and citrus smell digging its way under your skin so you’ll forever associate it with him. 

“Is that so?” He murmurs. 

“Yep.” You manage to whisper, trying desperately hard not to give away how flustered he’s got you. 

“Speaking of tomorrow, did you know that I’m a very superstitious person?” Lando shifts almost imperceptibly closer to you.

Your cheeks heat as you struggle to focus on the words that are coming out of his mouth instead of his lips that are so full that you can’t help but wonder what it would feel like being kissed by them. “Is that so?”

Your voice is so embarrassingly breathy Lando nearly laughs. He’s enjoying watching you squirm under the heat of his gaze.

“Mmmhmm” He hums, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip.  

Your brain scrambles to keep up. “So, how can I help you with that, sir?” 

The flare in Lando’s eyes at your words is near feral. He catches his bottom lip between his teeth and reaches up a hand to turn his black McLaren hat around so the bill is facing backwards. Your knees nearly buckle at the move and you swear you whimper when he braces his arm against the wall, his palm settling inches away from your head. His other hand rests heavily on your hip, squeezing at the flesh there. 

“Sir?” He growls. “Oh I like that.” You blink up at him, suddenly unable to form coherent words. Lando’s lips curl into a satisfied grin. “We’ll come back to that little bit later, though. Let’s discuss how you can help. I’m going to need you in my garage tomorrow because again, superstitious. You’re probably the reason I won today, after all.” 

“Oh? I didn’t know I had that kind of effect on you.” You finally find the words to tease back. 

Lando shifts his weight towards you then, pressing his hips into your body. You feel his unmistakable hardness digging into you, your pupils blowing wide. 

“You have no idea what kind of effect you have on me.” He murmurs into the soft skin at your neck. “Come on, I need my good luck charm cheering me on. You wouldn’t want to be responsible for messing up what could be my first big win of the season, now would you?” 

All you can do is shake your head, once again fully lost to the way Lando is looking at you, breathing on you, pressing his entire length into your belly. It’s a surprise you’ve maintained the ability to stand, really. 

“Come on, baby please? Drive with me to the track tomorrow. Spend the day with me.” 

You almost laugh at the absurdity of his request. Drive with Lando to the track where you would most certainly be photographed arriving with him? Spend the day with him? Give the photographers more opportunities to connect you two? 

“Do you want to cause chaos?” You say, laughter edging its way into your voice. 

“With you? Always.” 

The air sparks between you, thick and heavy with the tension that’d been building since the moment he put his hand on your thigh while he drove you back to the hotel earlier. Lando’s eyes, usually bright and playfully shifted into something darker, something hungrier that had you swallowing thickly. The playful banter that you’d been batting back and forth all day had shifted in the last few moments, the undercurrent of tension now a physical force you could feel pressing against your chest. 

“You’re crazy.” You shake your head, eyes darting away from Lando’s down towards his lips. 

Lando sees where you’re looking and catches his bottom lip between his teeth, smirk growing even wider. He lowers his head, breath warm against your lips. “Crazy about how you’re looking at me right now.” He rasps, voice husky and low. 

The world narrows, the hallway fading into a blur of black and white as his lips finally meet yours. It’s soft at first, tentative and gentle like he’s taking his time with you, savoring the way you feel against him. After a moment though, the dam breaks and Lando tilts his head to deepen the kiss. He drags his hand away from your hip up to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair as he yanks you closer. 

You melt against him, your own hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the solid warmth beneath his shirt. The kiss was everything you’d been thinking about since the moment you met him, a fusion of sweetness and heat, a delicious blend of anticipation and raw desire. 

Lando pulls back slightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes, still stormy with passion, searched yours. “Fuck.” He whispers before dragging his mouth down the column of your throat. You tilt your head back to give him better access, a desperate whine spilling from your lips. “I’ve been wanting to do that all night.” Lando says against the crook of your neck. 

A shiver runs down your spine at his words. Lips still tingling, you struggle to catch your breath and slow your pounding heart as it hammers out a frantic rhythm against your ribcage. 

Lando lifts his head up to look at you. The intensity of his gaze has you clutching at the fabric of his white button down. “Can I kiss you again?” He murmurs. 

“Please.” You beg. 

Lando’s eyes flare, pupils going wide. “Good girl.” 

It’s a miracle you stay on your feet. 

He closes the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a desperate, hungry kiss. This time, there’s no hesitation, no restraint. He doesn’t hold back as he covers your lips with his, nipping at the your bottom lip just hard enough to elicit a gasp from you. The kiss deepens even further, a connection that runs deeper than either of you had anticipated sparking to life. 

The world outside the hallway ceases to exist. Someone could have come running past shouting about a fire and neither of you would have reacted. The only thing you feel is Lando’s lips on yours, the warmth of his body pressed against yours, the intoxicating scent of his cologne filling your senses. It felt like a moment suspended in time, a stolen moment of pure passion that deepens the already growing connection you shared with him. 

You have no idea how long Lando spends kissing you but when he pulls back, you lift your hands to your lips, feeling how swollen they’ve become from how good he’s worked you over. 

“I should go before I can’t anymore.” Lando says, eyes full of hesitation like he doesn’t really believe what he’s saying. 

“You could stay.” You whisper, reaching out to trail your fingers down his jaw. He leans into the palm of your hand, kissing the warm skin there before he shakes his head. 

“I could, but I won’t.” 

Disappointment surges through you so sharply a whine escapes before you can control yourself. 

Lando chuckles while he runs his fingers through your hair. “I said no more flings and I meant it. I’m going to do this the right way this time and that means turning around and walking away before I throw you over my shoulder and open that fucking door myself.” 

Lando was seriously impressed with the amount of restraint he was showing right now. He’d been thinking of this, of the moment he finally got to touch you, taste you, feel you against him, since the moment he ran into you in the paddock yesterday. When you two had started talking and getting to know each other, he’d been attracted to your personality, the way you had such a passion for life, the way you never felt anything halfway or lightly. But now that he was here with you, had you physically within his reach, the way his skin tingled whenever you were nearby was a feeling he’d never experienced before and he was obsessed. 

You can’t help the frown that forms on your face and Lando leans down to kiss it away. “So you don’t want…” You say against his lips. 

Lando shakes his head, pulling away. “No, baby. I do. Very much, trust me. I just…” He rakes his hand through his curls, trying to find the right words, the vulnerability you’re pulling from him is unsettling but not all that unwelcome either. “I just don’t want to rush this. This isn’t a stolen weekend for me. I want to take my time with you, okay?” 

Your heart thuds at his words, thankful that you’re not the only one feeling this way. After a beat you finally find your voice. “Okay.” 

Lando smiles before dropping a kiss onto your forehead while he holds onto your chin. “Good. Get some sleep, I’ll text you when I figure out what time we have to leave tomorrow morning for the track, okay?” 

It’s all you can do to nod in agreement before you watch Lando turn on his heel and walk towards the elevator. 

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♈️ LILITH IN ARIES

Their anger is a reflex, not a choice.

Secretly terrified of being controlled, so they control first—chaotically.

'I don’t hold grudges!' (rewrites history to paint themselves as the wronged party.)

Will fight you over a parking spot.

Smudged eyeliner, broken phone screens, unsent rage drafts.

♉️ LILITH IN TAURUS

Keeps a mental spreadsheet of every favor, compliment, or crumb of attention they’ve ever given.

"I’m not possessive, I just know what’s mine." (stares at you like you’re a straying pet.)

Silent treatment lasts longer than most relationships.

Will spend $200 on a candle to "treat themselves" after you forgot their coffee order once.

Vintage perfume bottles, handwritten lists with aggressive underlining.

♊️ LILITH IN GEMINI

Weaponizes forgetfulness to dodge accountability.

"It’s not lying, it’s narrative improvisation."

Starts debates just to watch you sweat. Changes sides mid-argument for fun.

Ghosts for months, then slides into your DMs like "you up? also, defend this political take."

Screenshots of deleted texts, meme warfare, unhinged Google Docs.

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♋️ LILITH IN CANCER

Cooks you soup while listing all the ways you’ve disappointed them.

'I’m fine :)' (cries in the shower for 3 hours because you used a tone.)

Collects your vulnerabilities like seashells—for safekeeping, obviously.

Will remember that thing you said in 2017 and weaponize it during a fight about pizza toppings.

Faded polaroids, saltwater-stained journals, cottagecore revenge plans.

♌️ LILITH IN LEO

Posts a thirst trap after any minor ego bruise. "Ugh, just feeling ugly today :/ (pls argue.)"

"I don’t need attention!" (sets themselves on fire metaphorically until someone notices.)

Secretly wants to be the ex you never get over. Leaves a sweater at your place on purpose.

Harsh flash selfies, dramatic Spotify playlists, Notes app manifestos.

♍️ LILITH IN VIRGO

"I’ll fix you :)" (proceeds to dismantle your entire personality like IKEA furniture.)

Nitpicks their own happiness into oblivion. "This joy is imperfect. I reject it."

Corrects your grammar mid-breakup. "It’s ‘you’re,’ not ‘your’ devastating me."

Neat highlighters, spreadsheets of your flaws, passive-aggressive sticky notes.

♎️ LILITH IN LIBRA

Flirts with the waiter to get free dessert, flirts with you to win an argument.

"I just want peace!" (stirs the pot, then acts shocked when it boils over.)

Dumps you but leaves the door open just enough to keep you orbiting.

Mirror selfies with cryptic captions, Pinterest boards titled "Vibe Shift."

♏️ LILITH IN SCORPIO

Asks invasive questions to "test your loyalty," then punishes you for answering wrong.

"I don’t trust anyone." (makes you earn it via psychological hazing.)

Their silence isn’t peaceful—it’s forensic.

Black candles, redacted text posts, unsent poems in blood-red ink.

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"I just speak the truth!" (the truth is whatever hurts you most in the moment.)

Claims moral high ground from a moving vehicle.

Will backpack across Asia to avoid processing a breakup.

Blurry travel pics, deleted tweets, vaguebooking about "freedom."

♑️ LILITH IN CAPRICORN

Replaces therapy with productivity. "Can’t cry, I have a 5-year plan."

"I don’t get attached." (secretly mourns you for a decade.)

Rejects you before you can reject them.

Monochrome selfies, LinkedIn hustle posts, locked diaries.

♒️ LILITH IN AQUARIUS

"I don’t care." (organizes your entire life from afar to prove they don’t care.)

Treats love like a sociological experiment. "Fascinating. Now suffer."

Leaves group chats without explanation as a power move.

Glitch art, cryptic polls, unsent rants in the drafts.

♓️ LILITH IN PISCES

Love-bombs you into a daydream, then vanishes when it gets real.

'You misunderstood me :(' (you understood them perfectly—that’s the problem.)

Will forgive a crime but hold a grudge over how you said "good morning" in 2022.

Blurry film photos, deleted love letters, Spotify wrapped full of sadbreakcore.

🎵 In the dream I shortly went into / My agonizing phantom pain is still the same - Singularity - BTS

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[burreauxsss]

shiestys comet

background: y/n a wag for the chiefs who is dating travis kelce of 3 years finds out he cheated on her. she assures herself that she'd never watch the nfl nor date another nfl player, until a convincing quarterback hits her dms.

joe flies y/n out to cincy which turns heads, and hearts.

(all pics from pinterest/ all tweets are fake this is a 2 part series fyi)

notes: bengals are 2-1 in this scenario. oh yeah ive been up when i cant sleep to add more to this, so i hope i satisfied everyone. i also added a song playlist to this series under here. (i used spotify because not everyone has apple music.

joe burrow x reader x ex!kelce smau

y/n_handle posted a story 📍kansas city int. airport

caption: catch flights, not feelings.

joeyb_9

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Liked by: y/n_handle lahjay_10 lsufootball and others

joeyb_9: keep going, tough.

username_1: thats my qb!!

username_2: hes so fine i swear

username_3: villain arc story for 9.

username_4: he had me holding my breath during this play and screaming at my tv to get up..

username_5: joe being happier than ever during that presser... either bro got laid the night before somehow or hes just happy that travis kelce isnt talking about him.

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y/n_handle 📍cincinnati ohio

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Liked by: joeyb_9 yourbsf and others y/n_handle: i had someone tell me i fell off, i needed that.

username_6: joe i actually never were familiar with your game.

username_7: noww why is she in cincy y/n_handle: dont worry about it.

username_8: pretty girl!!

username_9: i wish i was her y/n_handle: i wish i was you, you're so beautiful too ml.

username_10: workout routine? y/n_handle: dropping soon my loves.

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bengals

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Liked by: joeyb_9, lahjay_10 y/n_handle and others bengals: "blinders on, goal oriented."- joeyb_9

username_11: y/n in these likes...

username_12: okay we might win and keep our playoff spot.

username_13: joe stop hiding y/n!

username_14: the panthers are in the actual queen city.

username_15: y/n downgrading as usual.

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joeyb_9

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Liked by: y/n_handle bengals and others joeyb_9: king of the queen city.

username_16: whos the queen then?

username_17: its y/n, we're not dumb.

username_18: hes gotten so much better since the chiefs game when he got his helmet mauled off of him.

username_19: this pic has to be insane!!

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duexmoi

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Liked by: tmz and others duexmoi: another blind alert! according to a insta anon, ex chiefs wag y/n y/ln is hooking up with cincinnati bengals quarterback joe burrow! who has been well known to slide into multiple girls dms and encourage them to catch a flight to cincy according to another anon.

username_20: joe... out of all men in her dms?

username_21: no girl not burrow..

username_22: as long as shes happy.

username_23: some of yall are actually obsessed.

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caption: she loves it over here 😶‍🌫️

y/n_handle

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Liked by: joeyb_9 lahjay_10 yourbsf and others y/n_handle: yeah i love it over here! joeyb_9

lahjay_10: shiesty get tf in here 🤨

joeyb_9: wdym?

lahjay_10: you're one evil man for going for travis's ex

yourbsf: joe you had one job and you suceeded.

username_24: joe this isnt you.

username_25: so this is why he didnt answer my dms... shes mediocre y/n_handle: yeah because he was too busy putting me through the mattress after beating your favorite team, try harder.

username_26: im just gonna pretend i NEVER saw her reply to that other comment.

username_27: as a chiefs fan you're a horrible person.. y/n_handle: this is coming from the same team that uses black magic to win games.

username_28: just wait for travis's little podcast traviskelce: nothings little over here. y/n_handle: traviskelce firstly idek why you're in my comments, secondly something is tiny and its not your podcast.

username_29: in shock right now

username_30: ms shiesty did not-

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caption: alright lovebird to my right, wrap it up y/n_handle

y/n_handle 📍cincinnati oh

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Liked by: joeyb_9 e! lahjay_10 and others y/n_handle: life update.

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tmz

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Liked by: e! people duexmoi and others tmz: on the new heights podcast earlier today, travis kelce shares his own opinion on the public launch of his ex y/n y/ln with cincinnati bengals quarterback joe burrow.

travis says "she knows whos better, i could care less that she downgraded. the world fortunately doesnt revolve around y/n. yes i was wrong for cheating but her getting with burrow is just childish"

y/n y/ln and travis were together for 3 years, with the engagement rumors when she fount out the cheating happened over the course of two months. y/ln made her relationship with burrow public recently after pinning her posts in cincy.

duexmoi: 🍵

username_31: isnt he coming to cincy for a show too?

username_32: i fear his ex ate though.

username_33: joe shiesty steals girls is what im hearing.

username_34: heres a idea travis, maybe she was tired of you??

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note: part 3 (the finale) boutta be petty 😶‍🌫️ anyways stay tuned.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Ultra Mundane 1

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, power imbalance, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: As you start over after your divorce, your new boss is both your only hope another challenge in doing so.

Characters: Peter Parker (reader is in 40s)

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Asking for more or putting ‘part 2?’ is not feedback.

Love you all. You are appreciated and your are worthy. Treat yourself with care. 💖

Your keys drop with a jangle, hitting the floor as you miss the hook. You sigh and twist the latch, bending with a groan to retrieve the key ring. You hang it on your second try and roll your head on your neck.  

The tension of your shift needles right under your shoulder blade. A strain tugs in your hip and exhaustion nestles under your eyes. You yawn and face the cramped apartment. 

You hear the electronic noise of simulated gunshots. You toe the back of your shoe, sliding out your heel as you brace the door frame. You slip the other onto the plastic mat and feel the ache in your arch. It's been a long day running around doing a job meant for someone half your age. The whole world seems built to the same standard. 

Your best years are well behind you, and you hope, your worst too. 

You leave your worn brown purse on the table beside the ratty thrift store armchair and follow the rustle of a chip bag. You knock and wait for the impatient grunt permitting your entrance. 

You find your son in the same place you always do. Derek sits in his gaming chair, the glare of his monitor over him, as he furiously hits the buttons on his controller. You cross your arms and lean in the doorway. 

"Got you some steak from the diner," you set the paper bag on his dresser. 

"If you wanna call it steak," he scoffs. 

"So, how was your day?" You ignore his gripe and snag your thumb in the top of your apron. 

"Same old. Beat my kill streak." 

"Um, cool?" You stand straight. That's as much conversation as you ever get out of him. "Hear back about a job yet?" 

He looks at you. The irritation furrows between his brows. He's surely very agitated as he dares to even look away from his game. 

"Nothing worth it," he scoffs, "flipping burgers for pennies, pssh." 

"Well, you gotta start somewhere right? I don't exactly like running between tables for a thirty cent tip." 

"I told ya, this crypto shit is gonna blow up," he goes back to firing at his virtual enemies. 

"Derek," you chide. 

"What? I'm an adult." 

"Uh huh," you hum and back out of the room, not voicing your last thought; 'coulda fooled me.' 

Before you can walk away, he demands you close the door. You pause and glance back at him, “please?” You suggest. 

“Please,” he nearly spits, once more enraptured by his game. 

You snap the door shut and continue down the short hallway. That's his father's doing. Walt could never say no, he was always the chill one. You were always the nag. Because someone had to be. And he left you because of who he made you into. 

You shrug off the grim thoughts. Your room is the smaller of the two. Tiny compared to the house you once shared as a family.  

Now it’s just you and Derek as your ex off sowing the wild oats he said he held onto for too long. By your measure, he never really grew up, then suddenly he claimed to be tired of being an adult. 

You untie your apron and slowly undress as you move around the room. You pull on a robe and head back down the hall to the bathroom. You begin your nightly routine. Despite the adverts, the cleansers don’t help brighten your complexion and the moisturizers don’t fill the lines that seem deeper by the day. Still, you find the ritual relaxing. 

Hard to counteract endless stress with discount collagen cream. You’re not getting enough hours at the diner and the tips aren’t half enough to make up for that. Your son is a dropout who won’t spend more than ten minutes away from a screen. And you’re a worn out old woman who spent her youth raising him and your former husband. 

For what? An empty resume and a part-time job pushing plates at a greasy spoon. 

You shut off the tap and stare at your reflection. You can’t see yourself. When did you get so old? What happened to the girl with the full cheeks and beaming eyes. When did you get so dull? When did life lose its sheen? Why does Walt get to go out looking for it while you get to languish in the dark? 

You shut off the light and shuffle back to bed ignoring the grumble in your stomach. Too many late night snacks have piled up on your hips. You grab your phone to plug in and tuck yourself into bed.  

You have several notifications from the job board. Jobs your resume doesn’t match and sponsored posts for poorly obscured pyramid schemes. You sit against your headboard and scroll through, your arm at a stiff angle to accommodate the charging cord. You have a message in your inbox. 

You tap the inbox and the page flicks over.  

✉️You’ve received an invitation to interview 

That’s a new one. Usually it’s algorithmic suggestions and spam. You click and open the invite. ‘Bold Type Agency has invited you to interview. Use this link to select a time slot and register.’ 

Bold Type? Really? Is that real? You remember applying for some front desk job but forgot it just as quickly as the dozen other applications you fill out in a day. It’s bullshit when they say it’s never too late to start over. They are always wrong. 

All you can do is try. It wouldn’t be the first scam interview you went to. As long as they don’t ask you for a starting fee, you might just be okay. You hit the link and choose a time. First step, now you need to figure out something decent to wear. 

🩷

You sit in the hallway, legs clenched together, back rigid, your bag in your lap. You keep your eyes down as you wait for them to call your name. Your last glance down the row of seats gave you little confidence in your chances. 

You had at least two decades on every other candidate. Another reminder of how far you’d fallen behind. These girls were looking for a job between classes or a summer gig. You were looking to make a living, to make up the hours you couldn't get at the diner. 

The sense of displacement isn’t helped by your borrowed heels or the blazer that doesn’t fit as nicely as it used to, a bit outdated in style too. You put your thumb before your mouth and shove your hand down before you can chew on it. You should just leave. Giving up is almost preferable to making a fool of yourself. 

You notice a run along the knee of your nylons. "Shit," you mutter without thinking. You glance up and find several darting gazes in your direction. You clamp your mouth shut and cringe. 

You notice a pair of girls; one in blush pink and stainless beige, the other in a beautiful teal dress. They smirk at you and whisper behind their hands. It must be amusing to them to see the harbinger of wasted youth sitting across from them. 

Your name draws your attention and you smooth the wrinkle from between your brows. The lines are only going to get deeper if you keep that up. You stand and follow a woman in a pantsuit down the hall, another young face to add to your doubts. 

She gestures you through a door and you flinch as a man waits for you, standing just inside as he rests his hand on the handle. Oh god, he’s young too. Not as young as your competitors but young enough to remind you of the years between you. 

He greets you by name as he offers you his hand and shuts the door as you enter. You shake it and hold your smile in place. He has a good poker face, he doesn't seem put off at all by your greying hair or lined forehead.  

“Peter Parker,” he introduces himself as he offers you a chair and sits on the other side. You lower yourself carefully, knees together as you remember you’re wearing a skirt, “thank you for coming.” 

“Thanks for, er, having me,” you utter, already cringing and resigning the job to a younger model.  

“So,” he looks down at his desk and plays with the corner of a paper, “I’ve been reviewing your resume.” 

“Mhmm,” you nod and set down your bag beside the chair. 

“You work at a diner,” he says. 

“Uh, yeah, but I did an internship in college,” you declare, “for the summer. And I have some filing experience from my job at the newspaper.” 

"Quite a while ago,” he says firmly as he raises his dark eyes to you. He’s confident and that makes you feel even more pathetic. You shouldn't feel so small. You're too old for that. 

“Well…” you swallow as your mind races, “I think I have a lot of transferable skills.” 

“I agree,” he says to your surprise, “I need someone personable. And someone who can multitask. Working at a diner is a lot of one-on-one. Making sure everyone gets what they need, juggling tables.” 

“Yeah,” you agree with him. 

“So, let’s start. Just answer naturally, alright," he sits back and swivels lazily in his chair. 

"Right," you breathe out, clutch your hands tight over your knee, trying to cover the tear in your tights. 

“Really, I have to ask these questions. Bunch of HR bull," he says casually. As laidback as he is, you're still intimated. You feel as if he's just humouring you. 

“First, tell me a time when you had to act spontaneously." 

You nod and roll your lip under your teeth. You think. Your head is empty. You don't know what to say. 

"Should I repeat the question?" He offers. 

"Uh, no," you clear your throat to clear the dryness, "no, uh, okay…" 

"Can be anything. Doesn't have to be work," he watches you and bites the end of his pen. 

"Well, uh, alright," you try to cool yourself as the heat gathers in your cheeks and along the nape of your neck, "I– my divorce. Last year my husband filed and I wasn't expecting it so I had to think spontaneously. New apartment, had to figure out tuition for my son, and, well," you let yourself laugh at your own misfortune, "jump back into the work pool. Got a job at the diner, as you see on my resume and… now I'm here." 

"Spontaneous," he pulls the pen away from his mouth. "And brave," he leans forward to scribble on a piece of paper, "and relentless. Not easy to start over like that." 

"Yeah, not at all," you agree, the tension crumbling little by little. He gives you a smile, not the usual pitiful one you get, but almost hopeful. 

"Tell me about a time where you were faced with a difficult person," he prompts and rolls closer to his desk, his interest furrowing between his brows as he rests his chin on his knuckles. 

You don't have much optimism, not with the dozens waiting for their turn, but you can at least leave knowing you gave it a shot. 

🩷

The excitement of the day wears off quickly. You drop your bag on the chair by the door as you return home. You got to check in on Derek and tell him how the interview went. You’re not sure he’s even listening so you give up and leave him to his video games.

Why would he care? It’s not that impressive, but it’s more than he’s got so far. 

You take back that cruel thought. You don’t want to get ahead of yourself. This will just be like anything else. You won’t even get the courtesy of a rejection. Only radio silence. 

As you expect, life goes on. You clock in at the diner and do your morning rounds, refilling coffees, taking back hard yolks to be replaced with a proper sunny side up, and listening to the older ladies recount the last episode of their favourite drama. Sometimes those things make the time pass quicker, but not that day. 

Or the next. 

And your day off is spent trolling the job boards for entry-level anything. Between the part-time and the unpaid positions, the pickins are slim. You have a glass of cheap wine in hand before five. 

What are you going to do? You can’t take care of Derek on the diner gig and the piss poor alimony Walt pays late, if at all. You just can’t believe you were so stupid. No wonder you can’t get a job. Hell, you can’t be surprised you never did shit but raise a lazy brat. 

You put your head in your hands and mutter. You used to have a house, your own car, and wine that didn’t taste like gasoline. Your eyes wet and your nose tingles. 

Your tears are stemmed by the sudden buzz of your phone. The whole cushion rattles as it vibrates into the crack between them. You scoop it up and answer the call without looking, hoping to pick up a shift at the diner. 

“Hello?” You say as you shut the laptop. 

“Hi,” the greeting is followed by your name, “right? I have the right number?” 

“Yeah, it’s me. Sorry, I– who is this?” 

“Peter.” 

“Peter…” you echo flatly. 

“Parker. From Bold Type.” 

Your chest plunges. Oh. On second hand, you’d rather not have the rejection delivered directly. 

“Yes, I remember,” you affirm, “how are you?” 

He chuckles, “thanks for asking. I’m great. How are you?” 

“Um, good.” 

Your blunt answer hangs in the air, swinging like a pendulum as you wait for him to take the lead. 

“Is this a good time? I can call you back,” he offers. 

“Oh, uh, yeah right now is good,” your tongue feels as if it’s tangling up in itself. Don’t get your hopes high. Hold it together. 

“Awesome, well, I didn’t really want to wait around on this. It isn’t every day I get to give good news,” he chimes, “heads and tails above the rest. The job is yours, if you still want it.” 

“What? Really?” 

“Yeah, really. Unless– I understand it’s part-time and only a paid internship. Temporary, but you never know. We all start somewhere and I got a good feeling about you.” 

“Oh, wow, I– Yeah, yeah, I want the job. Thank you,” you press your fingers to your chin, lip almost quivering. A tiny win. Miniscule but it feels earth shattering. You just needed one. 

“Well, congratulations and welcome to the team,” he replies coolly, “when can you start? Not to sound desperate but the sooner the better.” 

“When do you want me? I mean– when would be best for you?” 

“Tomorrow?” 

“Tomorrow. Yeah, I can do that.” 

“Great. I will have HR forward your contract to your email…” he says slowly as if he’s writing something down, “and I’ll see you then.” 

“Thanks, Mr. Parker.” 

“Thank you,” he counters smoothly, “have a good one.” 

“You too,” you eke out. 

He hangs up and you drop the phone. You put your hands on your cheeks and smile. It’s pathetic but you could cry. That means you need to dump the cheap wine and get ready for bed. You’ve got an early morning. 

[wosospacegirl]

I was driving and had some smutty thoughts 😇 So imagine y/n likes flirting with Katie and Caitlin and they’re kinda all together but not like publically. But y/n starts gloating after the game about her 3 goals and how well she plays and Katie looks and Caitlin like ”she’s getting punished tonight 😌”

- y/n sits on the bed as Katie tells her to

- y/n feels the bed dip behind her as Caitlin comes to sit behind her, sneaking her hands around y/n

- Katie says something like ”hold her”

- y/n is like 🤔🫣🧐 what

- Caitlin holds her hands around y/n, holding her still and kissing her neck

- Katie comes over and takes y/n’s pants off and starts teasing her, touching her everywhere except where y/n needs her

- Katie also starts lecturing y/n about her behaviour and she doesn’t know if y/n deserves to orgasm today

Also I feel bad I always just dump ideas on you, so let me know if you want me to pop up into your DMs so I can help brainstorm 😂

-🦦

Y/N was still riding the high from the match–three goals, an assist, and the post-game smirk she wore like it was stitched into her face. 

She’d strutted around the changing room like she owned the pitch. Honestly, she had…and no one was going to let her forget it.

Least of all Katie and Caitlin.

“You were amazing today,” Caitlin had said sweetly as they stepped into the flat.

“Unreal,” Katie added, but there was a sharp look in her eye that Y/N really should’ve paid more attention to.

Now she sat obediently on the edge of the bed, still in her post-match clothes, her socks halfway off, but her confidence was still intact. 

She was just about to brag again, something about how her finishing was ‘clinical’, when she felt the mattress dip behind her.

Caitlin.

Warm arms slid around her waist, pulling her back into a gentle hold. Her lips brushed softly against Y/N’s neck, slow and deliberate, and Y/N’s posture instantly shifted, some of that cockiness draining from her spine.

“Hold her,” Katie said smoothly from the other side of the room, already pulling her shirt off like it was just another training drill.

Y/N blinked, turning her head slightly. “Wait, hold me?”

“Mhmm.” Caitlin tightened her arms just enough to make a point, her mouth grazing Y/N’s ear. “She said hold, baby.”

Y/N’s body stiffened, nerves spiking in the best way. She wasn’t scared, but she wasn’t not scared either.

Katie approached slowly, a smug little smirk on her lips as she knelt in front of her. “So,” she started, sliding her fingers up the inside of Y/N’s thigh.

“Three goals.”

Y/N nodded, breath catching.

“And an assistant,” Y/n murmured.

“-And an assistant,” Katie repeated with a smirk.

Katie’s hands reached for her waistband, and in one smooth pull, her pants and underwear were gone. Just like that. Caitlin kissed her cheek, her arms still wrapped tight around her middle.

“You think you’re the best, don’t you?” Katie murmured, her hands trailing up Y/N’s hips, carefully avoiding where Y/N needed her most.

“I mean…” Y/N swallowed. “Kinda?”

Katie raised an eyebrow. “Right. Well, I’m not sure you deserve to cum tonight.”

Y/N made a noise–half protest, half whimper–but Caitlin just shushed her gently, nuzzling into her neck.

“You’ve been a little too full of yourself lately,” Caitlin whispered, grinning against her skin.

“And you really liked flirting with us in front of everyone,” Katie added, dragging her fingers so, so slowly across Y/N’s inner thigh.

“All that showing off. Might be time you learned what happens when you get cocky.”

Y/N opened her mouth, about to argue–but Katie slid one hand between her legs, not quite touching her properly, and Caitlin held her tighter.

Y/N closed her eyes, exhaling shakily. Yeah... she was definitely getting punished tonight.

Y/N’s breath hitched as Katie’s hand hovered just close enough to tease, never close enough to actually satisfy her. Her thighs twitched, instinctively trying to shift forward, but Caitlin’s arms kept her firmly in place.

“None of that,” Caitlin murmured, voice low and dangerously soft. “You’re staying right here.”

Y/N let out a soft, frustrated sound, her head tilting back against Caitlin’s shoulder. The smug confidence she’d carried all afternoon was unravelling fast.

Katie leaned in, her mouth brushing the inside of Y/N’s thigh. 

“You thought scoring three goals meant you could act like a brat?” she asked, lips ghosting over sensitive skin. “You thought we wouldn’t do something about it?”

Y/N barely managed a shake of her head. “I wasn’t–”

“Yes, you were,” Caitlin cut in, her teeth lightly grazing Y/N’s neck now. “You were so smug. Weren’t you, baby?”

Katie's hand finally cupped her, but still didn’t press. Just a light graze of fingers where she was already soaked.

“You were walking around like we’re the lucky ones,” Katie said with a little smile. “But you forgot–we decide when you get off.”

Y/N whimpered, every nerve in her body lighting up. Her hands instinctively went to grab at Caitlin’s arms, not to pull away, but to hold on.

Katie watched her reaction, eyes gleaming. “What do you think, Cait? Should we make her wait?”

“Might be fun,” Caitlin whispered, biting at Y/N’s earlobe. “She does look real pretty like this–helpless, needy…”

Katie dipped her head, licking a slow stripe where her fingers had just been, and Y/N's whole body jolted.

“Fuck, Katie, please,” she breathed, and that was when Caitlin really tightened her grip.

“Ah ah,” Caitlin teased. “You don’t get to beg yet. Not when you’ve been running your mouth all day.”

Katie chuckled low in her throat. “Oh, she’ll beg. Let’s just see how long she lasts first.”

Y/N squirmed, but it was no use. She was trapped, completely at their mercy. And the worst part?

She loved every second of it.

..

hehe just a small thing! and please dont even feel bad, i like your thought,s they make me want to write more and more hehe

[f1amour]

˖ ࣪ 𖥔 NO ONE NOTICED — CARLOS SAINZ

[social media au + some real life]

pairing | carlos sainz x mexican!reader

face claim ★ danna paola

content warnings | age gap (reader is 22) angst, suggestive content

authors note | not spell checked. based off no one noticed by the marías. if anyone would like a part two with a happy ending let me know <3 posting this to start off some manifestation that carlos wins the vegas gp please just one more win with ferrari 🤞🏼

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yourusername monza gp was amazing as always. now off to my home for a little break 🇲🇽🤍

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user1 she ATE every single outfit at monza

user2 girl might as well post carlos in the second slide we all know that’s him😭

alexandrastmleaux pretty girl 💓💓💓

yourusername please that’s all you 🤍

carmenmmundt hermosa! can’t wait to see you

yourusername reuniting so soon i love you😭

user3 kind of new to the fandom but how does she know so many wags??

user4 she’s a singer and occasional youtuber who was invited to sing the national anthem of mexico at the mexico city gp in 2021. it’s been rumored she has a fwb situation with carlos but never been confirmed even though she’s been spotted in his garage at multiple races

user5 carlos needs to make it official atp she’s his biggest supporter despite him constantly saying he’s not in a relationship and doesn’t want to be in one

user6 our girl deserves better if he wont appreciate her then let her find someone who will

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SEPTEMBER, 2023

You walk close behind Carlo as he makes his way back inside the house after having a relaxing day at the beach he’d saw the dms from random people about you liking a certain comment “It was an accident. I thought I was liking Carmen’s comment and I don’t know my thumb slipped or—.”

“An accident? You responded to Carmen way earlier that comment was made hours later. Just stop lying for once in your life, yn!”

“No that’s now fair, Carlos. You say I lie all the time? I lie for you! I don’t want this anymore. I want something real…that’s the truth.” Your eyes well up with tears overcome with emotions you sit on the bed feeling deflated.

Carlos sighs and sits beside you, “Y/n…we said from the beginning this would be—.”

“No feelings attached only sex because with both our careers being busy a relationship would not be healthy for us. I have that memorized, Carlos. I know we agreed to that and it was going well,” You quote what he had said to you the night after the México City Gp in 2021 where you two had spent the night together.

“I thought I could have sex with you and have no feelings for you but how can I not? You…you always know what will cheer me up. You are the first person I call or text in the morning even if I’ve had a busy week. You know exactly how I take my tea or coffee, you kiss me with a passion that makes me believe you love me too, you hold me like you never wanna let go…how can I not fall in love with you?”

And there it was. The three words Carlos had been trying to avoid from you not because he didn’t feel the same way but he knew his life and your would ever be stable for a relationship. Among other things he just knew this may not end right if you got into a relationship but now looking at it, this situationship was ending now.

“Y/n…I don’t feel the same way.”

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SEPTEMBER, 2023

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smoothoperator_updates carlos has won the singapore gp!!! this is a huge accomplishment after redbull dominating season so far. congrats carlos! 🏎️

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user1 anyone else see yn like this post? why was she not there😭

user2 yn in the likes because she unfollowed carlos…my heart is breaking

user3 they definitely ended their relationship or whatever it was after the monza gp just a few days later she unfollowed him even though he still follows her

user4 y’all go check f1gossiponthepaddock recent post…carlos is horrible for that

f1gossiponthepaddock spotted! carlos sainz cozying up and kissing mystery brunette at a club celebrating his singapore gp win. sources at the part said he never left her sights and was very hands on. quite a fast rebound after being spotted with y/n y/l/n just a few weeks ago.

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NOVEMBER, 2023 • PODCAST INTERVIEW

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yourusername posted a story !

slide 1 tan lejos de mi, te sigo pensando. me canso llorando.

carlossainz55 posted a story

slide 1 i wanted to stay, i wanted to be there. i wanted to hold you, but i was afraid. i should've told you.

[formulaa-1]

instagram au 🪭 M.V

influencer!reader x max verstappen

in which max and y/n soft launch their relationship <3

authors note- btw reader is spanish in this :) hope your all okay sorry for posting late haha merry Christmas 💗

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y/nusername’s story

caption: st tropez you have my ❤️

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caption: 📍st tropez

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formulagossip

formulagossip: max and y/n are both in st tropez…after a tweet went viral of max kissing a girl in a club…fans have speculated its influencer y/n y/l/n as they posted these stories at the same time in what appears to be the same place…

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f1girlzz: YESSSS I KNEW IT !!!! who knew max had rizz tho ??

hammertimee: fr tho💀💀

gridgirl101: WHAT!!!!!!!!??????

user28: rue….when was this???

y/nstann: our 👸🏻 y/n finally getting a guy who will treat her right 😌

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y/nusername

y/nusername: little getaway before Christmas 🫶🏼

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user29: max’s mum liking😏😏

yourbff: pretty pretty pretty girl😍😍

y/nusername: all you beautiful💗💗

fan1: damnnn max is punching 😻

user1: Stargirl fr😍😍

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maxverstappen1

maxverstappen1: family❤️

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redbullracing: 💙💙💙

fan28: THEY ARE SOFT LAUNCHING I REPEAT THEY ARE SOFT LAUNCHING

user3: the girl in the last slide….🫣

y/ngirl_: our 👸🏻 in the last slide 🤭🤭

lestappengirl: Charles is crying rn

f_oneboyz: HAHAHA HE DEFFO IS

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y/nusername and maxverstappen1

y/nusername and maxverstappen1: kind of gave up on the soft launch haha

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sophiekumpen: my angels 💗💙

y/nusername: love you soph!💗

user102: SHUT THE FUCK UP RN NO WAY.

yourbff: hurt her and istg 🤬

y/nusername: HAHA CHILL

user10: help😭😭😭

landonorris: he has rizz 😱😱

y/nusername: surprisingly 🫣

mvsuperfann: she’s already flirting with the other drivers 🤣🤣

supermaxmax: someone’s jealous xo

fan02: she’s so pretty😍🫶🏼

y/nusername: thankyou sm lovely ❤️

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a/n: hope you liked it I honestly didn’t know what to do I didn’t have much motivation so it’s kinda random and sloppy also the dates not the tweets don’t match up haha but ignore that🫣 happy Christmas everyone I hope you all have the best time ever ,as always stay healthy <3 I’m only a dm away if your ever struggling and need someone to talk to ❤️❤️

[https-milo]

hihiiiiii i just did the part two to monomas, and a dating bakugo <33 tysm for the request!!

(my dumbass posted this before it was done so I js took a screenie of the request </3)

DATING DENKI KAMINARI INSTAGRAM!

details!

instagram posts w/ comments while dating Denki Kaminari!

a/n OBVIOUSLY these are just pictures off of pinterest, reader can be however you imagine!

main m. list / instagram m. list

losercorey/n · 15w

15.9k likes Liked by pika.pikami

losercorey/n all I want in life </333

pika.pikami tbh this is my DREAM. s/v was kinda mid though, but it might be more fun if I play it with you ;) losercorey/n pika.pikami HOLY SHIT I JUST HCECKED YOUR PROFILE YOU A BADDIEEEE. i mean *cough cough* uh yeah sure dude, wtv... pika.pikami losercorey/n dms? losercorey/n pika.pikami dms!! <333

leagueofshig theres no way you pulled through this post... losercorey/n leagueofshig oomfieeee go past to shit posting your League of Legends memes 👎👎

no1allmightfanboy my classmate kinda looks like pikachu!! (if you squint) pika.pikami no1allmightfanboy ...midoriya? no1allmightfanboy pika.pikami ah. losercorey/n no1allmightfanboy WHAT KIND OF MOOT ARE YOU TO KEEP A BADDIE LIKE HIM AWAY FROM ME!?!?! no1allmightfanboy losercorey/n I DIDNT KNOW IF HE WAS YOUR TYPE.

pika.pikami · 13w

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pika.pikami after two weeks of planning and getting to know each other, y/n finally came over and watched pokemon with me B))

Tagged: losercorey/n

losercorey/n IT WAS SO MUCH FUNNNN!! im so glad you aren't a creepy old man!! pika.pikami losercorey/n i thought our facetimes would prove that enough. you kept calling me to "double check" losercorey/n pika.pikami maybe I just wanted to talk to you :D pika.pikami losercorey/n FIVBIELSBGLIBUDVLlkAJNA;N;IFUBEIBBI;UIUB I mean *cough cough* cool. cooooollllllll losercorey/n pika.pikami want another date? pika.pikami losercorey/n PLEASEEEEEEEE losercorey/n pika.pikami OKAY!! :DDDDD

sharkbitekiri OHHHH THIS IS THE GIRL YOU WOULDN'T STOP TALKING ABOUT serophane sharkbitekiri remember that one time kaminari saved my cat from a burning building? losercorey/n sharkbitekiri serophane dudeeee remember when he stopped traffic just to save a squirrel from getting ran over!! losercorey/n losercorey/n sharkbitekiri I already fw him, no need to be a wingman <3 (heart directed at denki, NOT whoever sharkbitekiri is) pika.pikami losercorey/n geeking out rn <333

kingexplosion ofc dunceface fell for a meme acc pika.pikami kingexplosion j-j-j-j-jealousyyyy 📢📢 kingexplosion pika.pikami im going to kill you.

losercorey/n · 12w

13.3k likes Liked by pika.pikami, leagueofshig, no1allmightfanboy

losercorey/n rare IRL post!! we played minecraft for 7 hours and just HAD to get these to commemorate it!!

Tagged: pika.pikami

pika.pikami itd be a crime if we didn't get those, I fear losercorey/n pika.pikami absolutely right, denks o7

leagueofshig awww hell nahhhhhhhhhh losercorey/n leagueofshig GO BACK TO BRAINROTTING ON LEAGUE WITH SPIN! leagueofshig losercorey/n was gonna invite you to play with us tbh :/ losercorey/n leagueofshig i'll be on at midnight 🙄

no1allmightfanboy kaminari hasnt stopped talking about youuuu losercorey/n no1allmightfanboy you should've introduced us soonerrrr

funny.memes.4u DAMNNNN YOU A BADDIE. can i get ur snap ;) losercorey/n funny.memes.4u do you, perchance, lack the ability to see... I'm literally with the guy I'm going on dates with in that picture

pika.pikami · 10w

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pika.pikami sliding down slides just like I slid in those dms 5 weeks ago 😈😈

losercorey/n i wanna kiss you violently. pika.pikami losercorey/n WHAT. WHY DID YOU SAY THIS AFTER WE HUNG OUT ALREADY. losercorey/n pika.pikami YOU MAKE ME NERVOUS pika.pikami losercorey/n YOU MAKE ME NERVOUS! I WAS SWEATING SO MUCH WHEN WE HUNG OUT. losercorey/n pika.pikami COME TO MY HOUSE AND ASK ME OUT! pika.pikami losercorey/n MAAM YES MAAM o77

sharkbitekiri why did I just see kaminari run into a pole serophane sharkbitekiri hes asking y/n out rn sharkbitekiri serophane oh okay sharkbitekiri serophane WAIT WHAT.

losercorey/n · 8w

19.7k likes Liked by pika.pikami, leagueofshig, sharkbitekiri, serophane, no1allmightfanboy

losercorey/n just a little kith to my bf :3

Tagged: pika.pikami

pika.pikami MOREMOREMOREMORMEOMREOMOREMROEMO losercorey/n pika.pikami YOU HAVE SCHOOL TMMR. GTSSSS pika.pikami losercorey/n you ☹️☹️ hate ☹️☹️ me ☹️☹️ losercorey/n pika.pikami nuh uh. you just live 20 minutes away by train and its already 10 pm. You've gotta sleep to be a super strong hero :DD pika.pikami losercorey/n I'm geeking. I cant wait to see you tmmr :DD losercorey/n pika.pikami ME TOO!! and then you can get all the kisses you want <3

sharkbitekiri AWWWWW KAMINARI WON DUDE. serophane sharkbitekiri NO LITERALLY.

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Thank you so much for reading <3

tell me kaminari isnt the type to fall in love with a meme acc on insta

[boyfiejay]

I love my girlfriend

PAIRING : Enhypen hyung line x female Youtuber! Reader

GENRE : fluff, bullet point

Warning : curse words, me rizzing up the reader😔

Word Count : 0.9k overall

Author's Note : this was long overdue☝🏻

Heeseung ☆

you're one of those underrated artists, that are underrated due to one sole reason

it's better to gatekeep a talented artist

yk the way some fans get sad that their favourites are now on everyone's fyp

yeah your fandom in a nutshell

they also thirst over you non stop

I mean you are stunning, gorgeous, beautiful, enchanting

just date me pookie

you used to be a youtuber before the music career fyi

imagine your fans' dilemma (dimension?) when you say out of nowhere that you have a bf

‘guys, my boyfriend sent me this :D’

and it's a silly picture of two cats or smtg

like your fans are fighting a fucking war on twt

and you are like cuddling with hee, listening to unreleased songs

you have no clue of what's going on

meanwhile heeseung…

he's ready to fight the war

posts a picture of you kissing his cheek on your insta story

he makes sure that only 1/4th of his face is visible

to keep his identity anonymous yk

…

your fans find his acc in 15 mins

he panics definitely 😭

tells you his innuendo after you wake up

and you're just like

‘yeah ok, sure’

WHY ARE YOU SO CHILL??

your boyfriend is getting deep fried on twt and you're like ‘el oh el’

dw your fans mean no harm

after a while they're like

‘they're cute tgt ig 😒’

Jay ☆

you're like a cooking channel

STAY W ME IK IT SOUNDS BASIC

you're like a blogger who blew up one day

because you're just soso pretty😻

alright anyways, your channel is focused around learning to cook

it's so chaotic sometimes

bcz you don't know shit about cooking

sorry if you do, let's pretend you don't >.<!!

you have almost killed yourself a dozen times

at some point people are like

‘??? how is she alive’

all thanks to your almost professional chef boyfriend

but no one has to know that ;)

anyways on like a milestone or something, you decide to cook blindfolded

bae you can barely cook with eyes open

your followers are concerned bro

like their blood pressure is rising by the minute

and like a holy light in the midst of the darkness

Jay stepped in, to save you from killing yourself fr this time

Your fans are seriously jumping around, squealing bcz he's just so soft and gentle to you :(((

but then they snap out and pretend to be angry

and you're like ‘meet my boyfie :3’

jk your fans love you two

like almost obsessed

also they're always sliding in Jay's dms

like I get it mans fine af but he's also taken

and also absolutely whipped for you 🤭

it's your world and we're just living in it…

Jake ☆

you are a gamer/streamer

your whole fan base is delusional

like so delusional, there are like hundreds and thousands of accounts claiming to be your bf/gf

but the iconic one ‘ynsboyfie’ is everywhere

like that acc is the most iconic thing in your lore

they are always there, no news of yours goes past them

always donating in your streams

and one day…

you forget to log in your priv acc

so your official acc has the comment

‘babe, you're so sweet ☹️🩷’

replying to ‘YNSBOYFIE’

???

oh your fans are livid

jokingly ofc

or maybe not

everyone on twt is like

‘who is this bitch???’

everyone hoping for his downfall

then you drop his pic

THE SWITCH UP IS INSANE

‘oh, oh, he's fiiine😏’

like I can't blame them, that's jake

but still they're supposed to be your fans

fucking snitches

my bae, pookum shmookum I would never

your fans love him

but also bully him calling him a lewser

hes so down bad he had a fan page for you

i dont blame him, i too would fangirl over you 😼

Sunghoon ☆

you're like a fitness channel

like those ones that have insane challenges

and your famous in people who have no interest in working out too

your face reveal went so viral, almost every single person knew your face

also your workouts (even tho deadly) always work so fast

people are in love with your figure and just you in general

you also upload mini vlogs once in a while

in these vlogs people noticed someone always being around you and in the back of the frame

at first they were like

‘obsessed fan😨’

but then they saw you laughing along with him in another clip

from the small clips, people couldn't see his face (bcz it's blurred) but omg the figure

the biceps, the buff and tall guy immediately steals everyone hearts

it's obvious from the clips that you're close with him

so naturally you are asked who he is and you just laugh

???

people are losing their minds woman

and you're just like ‘hehe’

they continue seeing him in your vlogs and in one clip you could see him putting his hands on your waist while you squat

you have no reaction to that

but twt…

he's getting dragged even though half of the people have no clue what's going on

you decide to take matter in your hands

and post this

with the caption ‘he's my boyfriend everyone :3’

the internet breaks

Sunghoon doesn't do his face reveal for a long time js bcz he doesn't feel like it yk

but when he does

good lord…

your fans love him

they also love how he glares at people who look at you the wrong way

you never notice that for some reason

[motorsportbarbie13]

Post It - Part 4 - LN4

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

warnings: once again, this is all fluff. (as always tho, special shout out to @lestapiastrisgirl for always listening to me whine and brainstorm at 2am 🙌🏻)

pairing: lando norris x influencer!reader word count: 3.7k words

- Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 -Master List

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892,032 likes liked by lando, hannahstjohn, yourmother and others yourusername taking a little detour... hannahstjohn omg have so much fun! 😉 >>>yourusername see you in sazuka, Hanny 😘 >>>user029 oh hannah knows something...that winkey face doesn't lie. >>>user000 AND SHE'LL BE IN SAZUKA yourmother this is how i find out you're not coming back to boston?! >>>yourusername i called you yesterday! you didn't answer! >>>yourmother it was 3am my time silly girl!!! >>>yourusername oops! user992 lando in the likes AGAIN >>>user332 and quick too!

The engine of the private jet hummed softly in the background, the low thrum of the white noise quietly filling the luxurious cabin. Sunlight streamed through the open windows, illuminating everything around you in a bright glow. You were tucked away in a window seat, legs stretched in front of you while your laptop balanced on your lap. 

Across the small aisle, Lando lounged on the bench seat while he watched you intently. You were engrossed in reading something on your laptop, stopping every once in a while to tap away at something on your phone before your eyes darted back to the screen. He had no idea what you were doing but watching you do it was fascinating. The way you bit at your bottom lip when you were concentrating, the way your brows tilted together as your eyes tracked across the screen, the way your fingers moved so deftly over the keyboard. It was all a mesmerizing dance, something that Lando could watch forever. 

After finishing up post-race notes and analysis, Lando sets his own laptop aside before stretching out his leg to tap your leg with his toe. You look up, surprised, almost as if you had forgotten he was there. 

“What are you doing?” He asks softly, enjoying the way your cheeks flush under his gaze. Lando was still pinching himself, waiting for the dream of you agreeing to go to Japan with him for the week to be over, but it seemed as if this was all real. 

“Research.” You respond, eyes darting down to the five tabs you have open on the screen in front of you. 

“Research?” He asks, tilting his head to the side. 

“Osaka, silly. And Kyoto. It looks like we could totally take a day trip to Kyoto if we wanted to. It’s only like an hour away by train and there’s this temple, well…” You pause, shrugging, “There are a lot of temples but this one in Kyoto is stunning. And the bamboo forests-” Your mouth snaps shut suddenly, ears going a bit pink. 

It takes every ounce of control Lando has in his body not to lean over and kiss you, the look on your face is so cute. “Whats wrong? No bamboo forests?” 

You shake your head, closing your laptop before setting it aside. Tucking a stray piece of hair that had fallen out of the haphazard bun that was piled on top of your head away, you’re eyes dart away from Lando’s gaze. You hated when you went off on tangents like that, it always led to people thinking you were a bit…weird. Not to mention the fact that you just realized you’d started planning over a trip that Lando had already been planning for who knows how long. 

“Nothing.” 

Lando narrows his eyes. “I can tell when you’re lying to me.” 

You huff, rolling your eyes. “That’s not fair.” 

He reaches forward, grabbing your hand before tugging you up and out of your seat. “C’mere.” Lando murmurs as he continues to pull until you’re close enough that he can grab you by the waist and pull you down onto his lap.

You let out a small sigh, leaning your head onto his shoulder. It’s weird, you think, as your body melts into his, the warmth of his muscles seeping beneath your skin. It’s weird how Lando’s only just barely come into your life again and already you’re fitting together like it’s been years. 

You’d been up late last night about it, wondering how this man had so quickly nestled himself under your skin but then you had remembered the countless hours you’d spent with him on FaceTime. You’d learned about his family, his siblings, the pressures of being in a brutal sport like F1. You’d told him about the mask you felt you always needed to wear, the pressure you felt to be perfect and ‘on’ at all times for the followers and fans you met in real life. It was something he could relate to, even though his fame was on a totally different level. But that shared connection, of both of you being sure that neither wanted you for the fame and money your chosen careers came with, had bonded you in a way that neither of you had experienced before. 

You felt at ease, comfortable, safe when you were within arms length of him and while it kind of freaked you out at how fast it was all happening, something inside your soul had felt so settled over the last few days, it was hard to deny. 

“Now, are you going to tell me what’s wrong or do I have to kiss it out of you?” Lando says, lips dusting over the sensitive skin on your neck. 

When you dip your head, fully intending on kissing him first, you’re surprised when he pulls back. Lando chuckles, swiping his thumb over your frown before shaking his head. “Don’t try to distract me. What’s going on?” 

You hesitate only for a few moments, feeling silly at the weight of the anxiety sitting in the pit of your stomach. “I…” You start, leaning your head into the way Lando’s cupping your jaw. “I just realized that you probably have the entire trip planned and I was being a little bossy. This was your trip first, I’m happy to tag alone with whatever you want to do.” 

Lando shifts you in his lap so he can see you better. “Well first of all, this isn’t my trip.” He says before his lips whisper over your jaw. “This is our trip so you get as much say in this as I do. Whatever you want to do while we’re here is what we’ll do, pretty girl. All I want is to be with you.” 

Your heart hammers at his words, the sincerity in them has something squeezing in your chest. Lando’s pupils are blown wide as he looks up at you. He hadn’t really meant to be so…honest with you, it had just kind of slipped out. He’d never felt so protective over someone else’s wellbeing before and while he thought it should be freaking him out, it didn’t. It felt normal almost. Like the noise in his head was quiet when he had you to focus on, to be concerned about. 

When you lean down a second time, Lando lifts his chin up to meet your lips half way. With Lando finishing second yesterday and all the media that came with it, you two haven’t had much time alone together. Most of your ‘alone’ time so far had been with the public just right outside your bubble. Here, in the privacy of the empty jet, you could allow yourself to be more free with your affection. It felt like Lando relaxed in this environment too. He laughed quicker, touched you more, allowed his eyes to wander easier. 

You flourished under the attention because you knew he didn’t want anything else from you. He had his own career, his own fame. You were decidedly less famous than he was, for sure, but the feeling was the same. Not knowing who wanted to be in your life for what you could give them in return was an exhausting way to live. When Lando was with you, he knew you didn’t have ulterior motives and you felt the same.  

Your lips met his in a soft but confident touch that quickly deepened into something more urgent. It was a silent affirmation between you both, an understanding that didn’t need words to confirm, just the heated press of two bodies molding together. It was just two souls, two completely different worlds, merging and finding solace in each other’s presence. 

Lando’s hands move, cupping your face as his thumbs trace the delicate curve of your cheekbones. He pulls you closer, the warmth of his body radiating through you, a comforting heat that chased away any lingering anxieties. The kiss grows more passionate, a silent conversation spoken not in words but in touch. It’s a blend of tenderness and desire, a slow burn that ignites a fire within you. You tangle your hands in his curls, fingers clutching for anything to bring him closer to you, even though you were already impossibly close. 

He groans softly, a low rumble in his chest, his lips moving against yours with a newfound urgency that sends pleasure curling low and deep in your belly. Lando drops his hands back down to your hips, shifting you again so you’re straddling his lap now, knees digging into the soft cushions of the jet’s seat. Experimentally, you roll your hips deeper into his lap, pulling another low moan from Lando’s lips. You can’t help but smile against his lips, enjoying the way he feels hard against you, knowing that it’s your lips, your body, your mouth that’s doing that to him. 

Lando pulls back slightly, his breath warm against your lips. His eyes are dark, like the ocean right before it storms on a dark summer night, intense in a way you haven’t really seen them before and it has your breath catching in the back of your throat. “God.” He whispers thickly. “You have no idea what you do to me.” 

A shiver runs down your spine, a delicious mix of pleasure and anticipation. You lean in again, your lips brushing against his. “Then maybe,” You murmur, voice barely audible, “You should show me.” 

He grins in that wicked and cocky way he’s well known for. “Oh, I plan to.” He whispers as he drops his mouth back onto the hollow of your neck. He licks a long, heated line against your exposed collarbone and you immediately tilt your head back to give him better access. The whimper that leaves your lips is dangerous and has Lando grinding up into your core, desperate for more friction. His hands slip beneath the thin cotton of your t-shirt tracing the curves of your body, lingering on the sensitive skin that he’s never seen before. 

He’s moments from attempting to remove your shirt from your body when the speaker system crackles to life, alerting you to your impending approach to the airport in Japan. With a deep sigh at the interruption, you scramble off of Lando’s lap before the flight attendant comes back to prepare the cabin for landing. Lando clears his throat, adjusting his joggers as best he can while starting after you as you settle back into your seat. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks, patting the seat beside him. 

“They wanted us to get in our seats for landing.” You reply, looking at him as if he’s got three heads. 

“Yes, this seat right here is yours now. Get back here.” 

“So needy.” You tease but you obey without any more fight. 

“I have a feeling I’m always going to be needy for you.” He whispers in your ear before nipping at your earlobe. You barely swat him away as the flight attendant slides the cockpit door back open, smile on her face. 

“Welcome to Japan, you two!” She says brightly with no indication that she has any idea of what had just been going on in the cabin moments before. 

“What do you mean you’re not going to eat sushi with me while we’re here?” You stare at Lando incredulously later that day. 

Lando wrinkles his nose in a way that makes it look like he’s just smelled something extremely funky and shakes his head, “Sushi is fish. Fish is disgusting.” 

“You are an absolute child.” You laugh, shaking your head. 

After the jet landed and your bags had been whisked away to the hotel for you, Lando had swept you off your feet and took you to your first destination: Osaka Castle. The grounds were practically deserted, probably because it was a Monday afternoon, so it felt like you had the entire place to yourself. The cherry blossoms were just beginning to burst open, the pink and white of the famous trees providing the most gorgeous backdrop to the photos both you and Lando were taking. 

You continued on down a path towards the one of the many traditional Japanese gardens leaving Lando behind to continue to whine about how awful fish is. Reaching into your bag, you pull out your Nikon camera that you hadn’t used since you landed in China. Your fingers itched to put it to good use now, the scenery of the castle grounds were practically begging to be photographed. 

“That is a gorgeous camera.” Lando remarks as he comes up behind you. You’d stopped on the path right at the edge of small lake. On a small bluff right behind it rose the white tiered castle that was one of Osaka’s most well known landmarks. A breeze flutters through your hair, spinning spare strands up in its gusts and whipping a few over into Lando’s face. 

“My baby.” You coo, smiling over at him. 

Lando sets his chin on your shoulder from behind, lip sticking out in a pout. “I thought I was your baby.” 

You snort, rolling your eyes before lifting your free hand to frame his face. “Don’t worry, the camera won’t replace you, pretty boy.” 

“Pretty boy?” He murmurs, lips dusting the shell of your ear. 

“Knock it off.” You chuckle before lifting the camera to frame a shot. 

“Is that the new Nikon?” Lando asks, fingers reaching out to brush the body of the camera as he whistles long and low. 

You nod, confirming his suspicions, before snapping a few test shots to figure out how best to use the late afternoon sun that’s casting gorgeous golden rays over the entire park. “I bought it as treat to myself when I hit 10 million followers on Instagram.” 

The moment the words leave your lips your heart stops. 

Fuck. 

You turn around to see Lando’s brows furrowing in confusion. “10 million?” You can see the gears turning in his head. You both know you have just over 2 million followers and you had said ’10 million’ so confidently, Lando was sure it hadn’t been a mistake. 

“Shit.” You whisper. 

“What…I’m confused.” 

Heaving a sigh, you decide you need to come clean. You’d become so relaxed around Lando you had just let the biggest secret you’ve ever hidden out into the open. “Have you ever heard of the photography account Pretty Little Lens?” 

Lando’s eyes go wide as he nods. “Yeah, I’ve followed it for years. Their work is spectacular but no one knows who it is. The mystery behind who’s running that account has entire subreddit’s dedicated to it.” 

You nod, tucking your camera back into your shoulder bag before taking Lando’s hand, pulling him over to a bench a few feet away. “I’m Pretty Little Lens, Lando.” 

For several moments, Lando just blinks at you as he tries to process the secret you’ve just spilled. “You’re…you run Pretty Little Lens? The most secretive art account on pretty much any social platform in the last ten years?” His chokes out, voice full of disbelief. 

You had started the account, with the full blessing of your parents, when you were 16 as a hobby. Two years later you had built up a huge following. You had decided from the get go though that you’d remain completely anonymous. You didn’t want to draw attention to yourself, preferring your art to speak for itself instead. Even now, almost ten years on, the only people on the planet that knew the identity behind Pretty Little Lens were your parents, your art agent, and your PR manager. 

And now Lando. 

“That’s me.” You say, trying to keep your voice light. You knew the kind of following PLL had on socials, how people devoted entire accounts to trying to figure out your identity. So far, you’d been able to evade the spotlight with your art and you’d prefer to keep it that way. 

Lando blinks, rubbing the palm of his hand over his jaw. You shift uncomfortably next to him, starting to get freaked out by his silence. “Lan, say something.” 

The anxiety of him judging your art, your decision to hide behind the anonymity of the account, especially when you are a pretty well known influencer as it was, set your teeth on edge. 

“I have one of your prints hanging over my bed, a few in my living room too.” He says. You’re caught off guard by the admiration shining in his eyes. “I’ve followed you since I was 18…” 

The fact that Lando, the man that you could feel your heart already falling for, had been a fan of your work for years, set something deep and meaningful tightening in your chest. 

You’d never shared your passion for photography with anyone. You had a degree in it, sure, but as far as everyone outside your tiny little PLL bubble, everyone thought you just got that to be able to say you had a degree. No one thought you actually used it. Not even your professors in college were aware you were PLL. That had been an awkward day in class when you had been the subject of an entire lecture on landscape composition and lighting. 

“Well, I’m glad you like my work.” You say weakly. 

“Like your work?” Lando scoffs, still a bit unbelieving that he had solved a literal world wide mystery that millions would kill to know. Standing up from his spot on the bench, Lando pulls you to your feet as well. “Baby, I have been obsessed with Pretty Little Lens for years. Years.” Before you can protest, Lando is pulling you into his arms. “Part of why I got into photography was because of your account.” 

Your heart stutters in your chest at the way he’s looking at you, all wonder and awe filling those pretty green blue eyes of his as they sparkle down at you. The smile that spreads across his face is so genuine, pleasure skitters down your spine in response. 

“You’re kidding.” You breathe, a wash of disbelief crashing over you. “You started photography because of me?” 

Lando nods, a soft smile  tugging at the corner of his lips. He looks at you for a moment, taking in the way that you’re looking at him, totally awestruck. It was a lot to wrap his mind around in such a short time. He’d been following PLL for ages and to find out the girl that he was falling for was the one behind the account? Wild. It made him look at you in a completely new light, like you two had been tied together by an invisible string for years now, the universe just waiting for the right moment to bring you together. 

“It’s true.” He murmurs, his voice husky. “Your work is…it’s more than just pretty pictures. It’s like you have this insane ability to capture the feelings that you were experiencing behind the lens when you took them.” He looks down bashfully then and chuckles. “I have notifications on for whenever you post something new, you know.” 

He tightens his arms around you, pulling you closer. There aren’t many people around to witness this public display of affection, not that either of you really care about what’s going on beyond your own little bubble. “I remember seeing your shots of the Banff in Canada last summer. The way you captured the sun reflecting off the lake in the middle of the mountains like that? It was…stunning.” Lando drops a kiss onto your nose before nuzzling into your your neck. 

Warmth spreads through your chest, a strange feeling of pure joy at finally being able to share your secret with someone beyond your parents and agent. It felt like you were letting someone see you bare for the first time, like someone was able to see the real you that you kept hidden from everyone else. You had thought you’d feel exposed, raw, an a plethora of other negative emotions but instead, all that bubbles up inside your chest is relief and happiness that you can share this bit of yourself with someone else. 

“I don’t know what to say to that. I never thought I’d ever actually tell anyone besides the people who already knew.” 

Lando chuckles, a low and appreciative sound that has goosebumps pebbling your bare arms. “You don’t have to say anything.” He murmurs before brushing his lips against yours in a quick show of casual affection. “Just know that your work is incredible and that I’m proud of you.” He pulls back slightly, a hint of mischief on his face. “And,” He adds, “now that I know your secret identity, I expect exclusive access to all future content before it’s published.” 

You laugh, a light and airy sound that echoes through the garden. “Is that so?” You tease, brow quirking up. 

“Absolutely.” He says, voice firm but with a gentle teasing edge to it. “Those are the rules now. I give you kisses, you give me photography tips.” He leans in, lips brushing against yours again. “We could even collaborate. If you want.” He whispers, breath warm against your skin. 

The suggestion sends a cool shive down your spine. The idea of collaborating with him, of sharing your passion with him was intoxicating and intriguing. You’d never worked with anyone before, not since college and certainly not where PLL was concerned. Lando though? Lando was the first person you’d ever considered sharing creative process with, the first person that actually made collaborating sound appealing. 

“I’d like that.” You whisper back, your lips curving into a smile against his jaw. 

He dips his head then so he can kiss you again. It’s soft and tender, somehow different than any other kiss you’d shared yet. It wasn’t cautious or questioning, it was confident and solid while still managing to remain full of promise and anticipation. The mix was a drug and Lando had injected it straight into your veins. 

As the sun begins to set, casting a golden glow over the castle grounds, you and Lando stroll down the path hand in hand, the secret of who was really behind Pretty Little Lens now a shared treasure between the both of you. The world around seemed to fade away. The bustle of the city, the demands of Lando’s F1 career, the pressure that you felt to be perfect every moment of every day, it all faded into the background as you allowed yourselves to tumble head first into the magic that was brewing between you two in the most unexpected way. 

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