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vital signs / l. norris x nurse!reader

synopsis: from his rookie debut in bahrain, lando norris makes it his mission to impress the calm, no-nonsense fia nurse assigned to the drivers. every month, he shows up with a new chaotic plan; laminated charts, shamelessly flirting check-ups, pulling drivers into chaos just to sneak around—all to win a smile from her.

and what starts as playful flirting slowly turns into something deeper as she begins to see the boy beneath the jokes.

a/n: it has no thorough plot, just some random moments with ln4 and the reader + the 2024 grid

i. flirt back

ii. actual confession

iii. "better" date

iv. chaotic sneak

v. caught red-handed

vi. you didn’t know?

viii. throwback

ix. ...

x. ...

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chaotic sneak / l. norris x nurse!reader

he wants to see but he's stuck in duties, so he asked his beloved friends to cover him up and it was...chaotic

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after three months of officially seeing each other, you and lando made it official and now in a thriving relationship, two weeks and counting.

and you made yourself a point to lando that no pda at work.

firm boundary. no exceptions.

but apparently, lando heard “no pda” and translated it as “sneak around like a raccoon in love.”

it was ten o'clock in the morning and you were filling out some post-check up paperwork when a shadow fell across your clipboard. you saw through your peripheral vision—lando stood there, eyes sparkling with mischief, hands behind his back like he was hiding something.

“don’t even think about it,” you said, not looking away from your notes.

“what? i didn't even say and or do anything, yet.” he leaned against the edge of the counter, pretending to examine the blood pressure monitor.

“lando, we’re at work.”

“and i’m behaving,” he said innocently. “just… loitering near your general space. like any normal man with a massive crush on his totally off-limits girlfriend.”

you shot him a glare, and he grinned like he’d won pole position.

“didn’t you have a training seminar or something?”

he leaned in, lowering his voice. “gonna skip it. charles fell asleep in the last one and no one noticed. that's why i'm confident that i wouldn't too.”

you swatted his arm lightly. “do you want to get us caught?”

he gave a dramatic sigh. “i’ve been coming here for years. everyone thinks i just love medical checkups. you know how un-lando that is?”

“…fair point.”

he leaned closer now, voice soft, eyes dropping on your lips. “can i just have a little—”

“no,” you cut in firmly, holding up a hand over his mouth.

“but—”

“lando.”

“please?”

you shook your head, biting back a smile as you turned back to your paperwork. you heard him groan softly, dragging his feet as he dramatically shuffled away like a defeated puppy.

but before he made it to the door, a cheeky voice echoed in the hallway.

“oi, norris! you flirting with the nurse again?”

you both froze.

lando turned to see george russell leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, eyebrows raised.

“i—uh—just getting my vitals rechecked?” lando said quickly.

george snorted. “mate, you’ve had more check ups this season than actual races.”

you could see lando scrambling internally, so you spoke up with a straight face. “he’s unusually prone to blood sugar crashes.”

“right,” george smirked, unconvinced. “well, when he needs cpr, i’ll know who to call.”

he winked and walked off. lando turned to you, eyes wide.

“i’m not slick at all, am i?”

“yeah,” you said, chuckling as you finally let your fingers brush his hand in passing. “but i like you anyway.”

he beamed, and this time, you let him steal a quick kiss to your lips—just out of sight.

“you should go back now.” you mumbled against his lips.

lando sighed defeatedly and wrapped his arms around your body, burying his face on the crook of your neck. “no,” he pouted. “it's so boring at that seminar.” he added.

“just do it so you won't get in trouble. you can always come here after your agenda.”

“but you're my agenda.”

“cute. but seriously, you really need to go.”

——

a few hours later, lando was now stuck in his media duties and he hates it to the bone. all he wanted was to sneak into the medical bay of the paddock and eat your candies while he absolutely acts like a baby boy to you.

and right now, they were in the middle of the break from making another content to feed for the papaya army when lando saw you walking back to your infirmary, carrying something that he supposed is your lunch.

but it's already 2 pm and you're just about to take your lunch?

and that's when an idea popped into his head. he wants to go to you even for just a bit because he's that clingy. but there's only one lando norris on the paddock who's an f1 driver and british. so imagine the moment his eyes landed on his calm and a little nonchalant friend, it would be a chaos.

“mate, this is the dumbest plan i’ve ever heard.”

oscar piastri stood just outside the mclaren motorhome, arms crossed, watching lando fix the collar of his polo shirt like he was preparing for an actual heist.

“no, it’s genius,” lando whispered, tugging his top up dramatically. “you distract the staff by asking for extra ice packs or whatever—maybe fake a limp—while i sneak into the med bay through the back hall.”

oscar blinked. “...you realize this is for a nurse who already sees you once a month? and she probably gonna whoop your ass when she knows that you sneak out of your duties.”

“first of all, she’s not just a nurse,” lando corrected, eyes wide and dead serious. “she’s my nurse.” then he holds up two fingers, “and secondly, you were right but come on, i really want to see her right now.”

oscar deadpanned. “okay, so she’s literally everyone's nurse and didn't you just see her this morning?”

“not the point.”

the australian just narrowed his eyes on his teammate.

“please, osc. i'll treat you dinner after this.”

oscar think for a moment then sighed in defeat. “can't, i have plans with lily tonight. but you owe me one.”

lando patted his teammate on the shoulder. “you’re the best, mate. if i get caught, tell zak i died doing what i loved.”

“...being a pain in everyone’s ass?”

lando grimaces but then winks. “i was about to say being a consistent loverboy to a specific nurse, but yeah, i guess that too.”

on his way towards the medical bay, he saw carlos casually strolling near the med bay with his attention deep on his phone.

he must be watching some timely telenovela again.

“hey chili,” lando greeted the man.

“hey mate,” he and carlos fistbumped.

“done with media duties?” he asked the spaniard. based on his hoping tone, he must be plotting something.

carlos shook his head. “just on break.”

“cool. so that means you can do me a favor?”

carlos put his phone away for a moment. “you're lando norris, so that depends.”

“ouch. that sounds like an insult but i'll let that one slide.” lando put a hand on his left chest dramatically.

the smooth operator just shrugged his shoulders. “can't blame me, mate. trouble is your middle name.”

lando just pouted then sighed. “anyway, you gotta help me out.”

“let’s hear it out then.”

“can you be my look out while i'm in that room? just for a little?” lando pointed at the specific room with your name on the door.

carlos gave him a side eye. “you're seriously admitting the ongoing dating rumors with a specific female nurse right in front of me?”

“trust me, mate. i wanted to tell that to the whole world that but my baby said no otherwise, and i respect her decision.” lando was struck with the fact that only oscar knows his relationship status with you in the whole paddock and now carlos too, so make that two.

“please, mate. i know the mclaren's hunting my ass right now and were about to drag me back to media duties, but i haven't seen her since this morning.” for some reason, carlos thinks he's just imagining things cause why the fuck he would see lando norris doing puppy eyes?

but he really and actually does.

just like oscar, carlos thinks for a moment too before sighing in agreement.

“yes! i owe you and oscar a dinner.”

“can't—”

“you have plans with your girlfriend tonight yada yada doo, oscar also said the same thing.” carlos just let out a laugh because lando was correct.

“just be quick, mate. i gotta finish watching my telenovela.” carlos urged him.

lando patted his back. “thanks, mate! i really owe you one!” and with that, he confidently walks towards your infirmary.

meanwhile, you were busy reorganizing a tray of egc leads when you heard the unmistakable squeak of sneakers on the tile floor. not just any sneakers. you know those sneakers.

“lando,” you said without looking up, “you’re not due for another two weeks.”

he popped his head around the divider like a guilty golden retriever. “miss me already?”

you narrowed your eyes. “i just saw you this morning and as far as i know, you have now media duties. so what are you doing here?”

he stepped into the room, his mclaren t-shirt's well-ironed, curls a mess, and a goofy grin plastered across his face. “i had an opening in my schedule…thought i’d use it wisely.”

“to… illegally flirt in a sterile environment?”

“to see you,” he said simply, walking over and stopping just close enough that your pulse jumped—but not close enough to get caught.

“thankfully, we got times to ourselves from the meantime. i asked oscar to buy me some time from mclaren's.” he said. his hands rested on both side of your waist as you stood by the shelves, still arranging some medical papers. you could literally feel his body on your back and his breath on your ear.

“you do realize there are cameras in this building, right?”

he tilted his head. “not in here. i asked carlos to look out.”

you blinked. “why…would carlos know that?”

“i don’t know. he’s spanish and he’s sneaky.”

you couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out. “you’re unbelievable.”

he smiled softly now, the teasing melting into something warmer as he buried his face on your neck. “you’ve been on my mind all day.”

“that’s because you just saw me this morning.”

“and it wasn’t enough.”

your breath caught—but before either of you could get dangerously close, a loud commotion echoed from down the hallway.

“ow! no, like, for real, i think i twisted something!” oscar’s voice rang out, overly dramatic and clearly not believable because first of all, he's oscar piastri—the “most chill dude on the track”

you and lando both turned your heads toward the door.

“your decoy’s unraveling,” you murmured, amused.

“he’s not built for espionage and why's carlos not doing anything?”

“you owe them dinner.”

lando stepped back with a sigh. “fine. i’ll go. but only if you give me something to hold me over.”

you raised a brow. “like…a blood sugar tablet?”

“i was thinking more like…” he pointed to his cheek expectantly, face tilted in that annoyingly charming way.

you sighed, but fully turned around and gave him a quick, barely-there kiss to his cheek.

his entire face lit up like he’d just won another grand prix.

“that’ll do,” he whispered, backing out of the room like a cartoon character retreating into the shadows. “see you later, pretty nurse.”

as he vanished, you heard oscar yell from the hallway:

“lando, i swear to god, this better be worth the limp i’m faking right now!”

“no shit, mate. you're an amazing actor.”

“you can audition to a telenovela where you're the evil mother-in-law who acts like a victim by faking an accident just to manipulate the people around the female protagonist, especially the husband, which was her son just because she doesn't like the female protagonist because she comes from a low background and they're rich rich.”

“...did you just lowkey spoil us with the telenovela you're currently watching?”

“...maybe.”

“oh my god, i need to sedate myself after this. i’m so embarrassed!”

“woah! not so fast, mate. i haven't compensated you with dinner yet.”

“and i haven't seen you in a telenovela yet.”

“...yeah, no, sedation is not enough. i need a lobotomy.”

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"better" date / l. norris x nurse!reader

he takes you out on a date and it was chaotic, but better.

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the streets of monaco were buzzing—champagne still flowing, music pulsing from nearby rooftop parties, and the glitter of yachts reflecting off the water like stars had fallen into the sea. but lando wasn’t thinking about any of that.

nope. not when you were sitting next to him as he drove his car, the soft scent of antiseptic clinging to your sleeves. not exactly a classic date vibe—and yet somehow, it only made him fall harder.

he tugged nervously at the collar of his hoodie, trying not to sweat.

“okay, so i had a plan,” he started.

you raised an eyebrow, amused. “that sounds dangerous.”

he grinned—briefly—then sighed. “right. It was supposed to be a rooftop dinner. you know, lights, view of the harbor, soft music, very...cinematic.” he even did the jazz hands. “but you're correct when you said this date is unexpected because apparently, if you don’t book it like, six months in advance, you get shoved next to a speaker and a bunch of influencers doing tiktoks.”

you laughed. “i don’t mind tiktoks.”

he perked up, only for a bit since he's driving. “really?”

you smiled. “only when you’re in them.”

he blushed. actually bushed. “okay, i’m still not used to you flirting back. it’s throwing off my game.”

you laughed as he pulled up. “lando, you don’t have a game.”

“hey!” he protested, then immediately tripped over his own feet as he exited the car. you caught his arm just in time.

“...case in point.”

“alright, you’ve made your statement,” he grumbled, cheeks now completely red.

he ended up taking you to a quiet little café tucked into the side streets of monaco—dimly lit, far from the chaos, with just a view of the water and the lingering hum of the city. it wasn’t fancy. not exactly what he wanted. but when he saw the way your eyes softened as you looked around—like you actually liked it—he relaxed just a bit.

only to panic again once the waiter arrived and he completely blanked on how to order.

“uh—i’ll get the pasta? with the—uh—the spinny bits? what’s it called again?” lando made a twirl motion with his index finger.

you bit back a laugh. “fusilli?”

“yes. that. please. thank you. grazie. merci. uh…”

the waiter blinked.

you rescued him, smoothly giving your order, and once the waiter left, lando groaned and dropped his head on the table.

“i am so bad at this,” he mumbled into the tablecloth.

you leaned in. “at ordering pasta?”

“at being a normal person around you.”

you smiled softly, gently brushing your fingers over his hand. “you don’t have to be perfect, lando.”

he looked up.

“i mean it,” you said. “you don’t have to plan the ‘most unforgettable night of our lives.’ i’m just…happy to be here. with you. even if we just sat in a car eating gas station snacks or simply just late night walk, it would still be a great night to me.”

his eyes softened. “you mean that?”

“of course.”

he looked down at your hand still resting on his, then quietly turned it over and laced your fingers together.

“…okay, but like—late night walk yeah?”

you laughed. “alright, deal.”

——

later, as you both walked back along the harbor, shoes in hand and a leftover donut box tucked under lando’s arm, he stopped suddenly under one of the streetlights.

“i’ve wanted this for a really long time,” he said softly.

you turned to him.

“you. us. and not just the flirting in the infirmary. i want the real thing. i want to be your boyfriend. officially. if you’ll have me.”

your heart swelled, full and fast.

“i’ve wanted it too,” you said.

lando tugged his hoodie tighter around him as the breeze off the water grew cooler, the monaco shoreline glittering in the distance. his fingers were still interlaced with yours as you both walked slowly.

you didn’t say much. you didn’t need to.

he loved that about being with you. there was no performance required. he didn’t have to be “lando norris: f1 driver, podium winner, and i'm a scorpio and let me tell you all about it.” he just got to be lando—a 25-year-old guy hopelessly into the nurse who checked up his vitals and stuff during his rookie year and he swear, he just saw his future wife.

“okay,” you said, breaking the silence, “rate our first date.”

he stopped walking, pretending to weigh the pros and cons in his hands.

“well,” he said slowly, “i did trip getting out of the car…”

you smiled. “mm-hmm.”

“i also forgot how to order food in any language.”

“iconic.”

“dropped my fork. twice.”

“thrice,” you corrected with a smug grin.

“and i panicked so bad when you smiled at me that i almost walked into the bathroom instead of the front door when we left.”

you laughed out loud at that. “you did what?”

“i—listen, your smile should be illegal, alright?” he said, turning fully to you. “that’s on you. not my fault. i mean, you never smiled at me like that so openly before! so yeah, you're guilty.”

you shook your head, amused, leaning forward against the low stone wall that bordered the dock.

“so?” you asked softly.

he smiled, more to himself this time. “a solid ten out of ten.”

you nudged him. “really?”

he turned, leaning next to you, shoulders barely brushing. “yeah. ‘cause it was you. that’s all i wanted.”

that made your chest ache—in the best, most hopelessly giddy way.

there were boats bobbing quietly in the distance. the occasional echo of celebration still hung in the air. but here, with just the faint lapping of water and the low murmur of the sea, everything felt slow.

safe.

real.

“you wanna stay out here for a bit?” he asked after a moment.

you nodded. “sure.”

he gently grabbed your hand again, and the two of you strolled a little further along the docks until he spotted a small private bench at the end of a pier. he led you there like he’d just discovered a secret treasure.

once you sat down, he immediately slouched like a lazy cat, shoulder bumping yours, letting out the most dramatic exhale.

“i feel like i haven’t stopped moving for like… twelve hours,” he muttered, head tilting your way.

you smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. “because you haven’t.”

“i don’t know how you do it,” he said, quietly now. “you patch people up, stay calm under pressure, and somehow still manage to look…” he paused, clearly searching for words. “so… beautiful. and calm. and steady. just wow…”

that caught you off guard.

you leaned back a little to look up at him. “you think i’m calm and steady?”

he looked at you like you just asked the world’s dumbest question. “you’re like—my entire grounding point. if i’m ever panicking or in my own head, i literally would think of you.” he chuckled, half-embarrassed. “which is probably weird since you’re usually just checking my blood pressure or listening to my heart beats with your um…what's that thing again?”

“stethoscope.”

“step-a-snoop—yeah, whatever that is but you get the point.”

you stared at him for a second, heart caught in your throat. then quietly, you whispered, “that’s not weird at all.”

he looked at you—like really looked at you—and then the smallest, softest smile spread across his lips.

“i like this,” he said.

you blinked. “what?”

“us. being like this. being ourselves.” he tilted his head, curls flopping slightly. “i know i joke around a lot. flirt. tease. but i’ve wanted this—you—for so long, it kind of scared me to mess it up.”

“you could never,” you said immediately. “you don’t have to try so hard with me, lando. i like you for exactly who you are.”

his lips parted like he wanted to say something back, but instead, he leaned forward, brushing his forehead against yours in a quiet moment of affection.

no rush.

no pressure.

just lando. and you.

and a shared secret under the stars.

eventually, you both sat in silence again, arms linked, watching the city lights ripple across the water.

and when lando finally murmured, “let’s do this again tomorrow,”

you smiled and whispered, “absolutely.”

and just like that and with consent, he kissed you under that soft golden light, just as the sea breeze picked up, with your background song is “sexy and i know it” by lmfao that the nearby yacht was blasting.

this first date was not perfect.

it was better.

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actual confession / l. norris x nurse!reader

he did it. he finally asked you out!

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the race in monaco just ended a few hours ago.

it is currently night and you're about to finish cleaning up the infirmary, ready to go home. lando just won the monaco grand prix and you saw all of it from your laptop's livestream. but despite being in the literal scene where you could literally hear the sound of liveries dashing and zooming outside, you decided that you're a nurse first, an f1 fan the second.

and you wouldn't lie, you would cheer for lando in your own way—you even screamed when he waltzed towards the checkered flag, claiming the p1 and getting awarded by the monaco royal family themselves!

you felt really happy for him.

the watch on your wrist says it was already 8 pm. you plan to retire for today and just sleep the night away in the hotel that the fia provided for you. still in your white scrub with your name tag, you were about to put your customized stethoscope when the door of the infirmary suddenly opened.

it was lando. standing by the door of the infirmary, out of his racing suit, just casually dressed in one of the quadrant's fashion hoodies.

“hi,” he gave you his infamous eyed smile.

this is the first time you see him up this close ever since the race had started. although he did visit you before the parade had even started, said he would like to have some good luck from you—in which you just rolled your eyes and gave him a stamp of your name and signature on the back of his palm.

it was supposed to be a joke but you saw lando how he couldn't stop staring at his hand. it made you warm in some ways.

you cleared your throat and just focused on cleaning up your things to hide your flustered face. “i saw you win. congratulations, lando.” you said, giving him a small smile.

lando sits on the bed of the infirmary, watching you busy yourself with your things. “thanks. i got a lucky charm.” he raised his hand where your stamp is still there but faded.

“though i would be more happy if i actually see you beneath the stage, but i understand your job.” he said, casually popping a small piece of candy on his mouth that he stole from your jar. his eyes landed on your table and saw a piece of familiar pink tulip on top of your book. his heart swells with happiness. you just dried one of the pink tulips that he gave you last month and made it your bookmark.

while you didn’t answer him, you just stuffed your last tool in your bag.

“so…what's your plan for tonight?”

“nothing, just gonna head straight to my hotel then sleep.”

“boo. that's boring.” he grimaced.

you glared at him as you crossed your arms, walking towards him and standing. “well, i'm sorry if valuing my rest is boring. do you have any recommendations to make my night less boring then?” you said sarcastically.

“i do. go out on a date with me.”

you froze. “...i’m sorry, what?”

you blinked at him, still thinking you’d heard wrong. because there's no way that lando norris—monaco gp winner, national hero for the day, mclaren's golden boy, the one who shamelessly joked and flirted with you for years—had just casually and actually asked you out while popping your candy like it was nothing.

lando tilted his head slightly, his grin widening. “you heard me and i didn't stutter.”

your heart picked up, and you hated how flustered you felt. “are you serious, or are you just high off victory and sugar? or maybe this was just your usual flirting scheme?”

“i’m dead serious,” he said, all traces of teasing suddenly gone from his voice. “look, i just won a race. and it didn’t feel complete. not really.”

you stared at him, still rooted to the floor, your fingers tightening on the pocket of your scrub.

he continued, his tone quieter now. “it's true that i kept flirting with you and this goes for years now. but i never actually had the strength to ask you out since i was scared of rejection. and we both know that, y/n.”

lando cleared his throat. “and you know what i realize earlier? when i got on the stage, received my medal and trophy, had the champagne, shook hands with literal royalties…i thought everything was perfect. not until i looked for you through the crowd and saw that you weren't there, it felt…odd.”

“lando…”

“i know you’re always here,” he said, gesturing around the infirmary. “working. taking care of people like me. and maybe i didn’t ask you out before because i thought it’d mess something up or make things weird between us. i mean, it already is because of my flirting with no actual move. but this win?” he exhaled softly. “it made me realize that i spent too much time wondering when would be the right time for me to formally ask you out. so yeah. go out with me. let me take you somewhere that isn’t a white-lit clinic with antiseptic wipes and blood pressure cuffs.”

you let out a soft, stunned laugh, cheeks burning.

“this is…really unexpected—i mean, not at all. at first, i think your flirtings was just for fun, but as time went by—years rather, i tried not to think that there's a real intention behind it but failed miserably.” you admitted.

“i understand.” he stood now, stepping closer, closing the distance until you could smell the faint citrus of his hoodie and the clean shampoo scent of post-race showers. “but i’ve liked you for so long. you know that, right? i wouldn't keep flirting with you so consistently if i didn't.”

you smiled slowly. “like i said before, i had a tiny suspicion. maybe it was because you literally told carlos that you met your future wife when i first checked you up during your rookie year.”

he grinned sheepishly. “gotta be memorable somehow.”

“and you’ve definitely been… persistent.”

“relentlessly charming,” he corrected.

you gave him a long look—one that traced the tired joy in his face, the soft shadows under his eyes, the hopeful quirk of his lips.

“you know,” you said, voice quieter, “there’s a yacht party happening down at the bay. i heard you were invited to celebrate your grand prix win and the mclaren's.”

“yeah,” he said with a shrug. “but i’m here instead.”

you smiled at the honesty in his voice. at the vulnerability masked behind his usual lando-ness. at how, despite the glory waiting for him outside, he chose you.

“alright,” you whispered.

his brows lifted. “alright?”

you nodded, lips tugging up. “let’s go on that date.”

lando blinked. “wait, really? like—really really?”

you laughed. “yes, really really.”

“tonight?”

you pretended to consider. “depends. will it involve actual food and not just celebrating by stealing more of my candy?”

“i can do better,” he said quickly, already reaching for your bag. “dinner. soft and romantic music. a view of the harbor. monaco at night. maybe even another candy for dessert, if you behave.”

you rolled your eyes but let him take your bag anyway.

“wait here for a bit. i'm just gonna change. my scrub is begging me to let them rest.” you sighed dramatically as lando laughed. you reach out for your bag in his hold and grab your spare clothes.

“you know, i don't mind going out on a date with you wearing that. gotta let them know that i have a gorgeous, hardworking, and personal sweets supplier nurse.” he grinned. you just threw him a look but still smiled at his words before going towards the bathroom to get changed.

as you both stepped out of the infirmary together, lando’s fingers brushed yours once, then twice—until he finally laced them fully, confidently.

“i'm sorry if i took so long to ask you out.” he mumbled, caressing the back of your hand.

you looked up at him, the golden glow of the monaco street lights illuminating the victorious curve of his smile. “i don't mind. i'm just glad that you did.” you said, squeezing his hand.

tonight, he wasn’t just a driver who won a medal and a trophy.

he was a boy, heart full, walking hand-in-hand with the girl who’d unknowingly been his finish line all along.

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flirt back / lando norris x nurse!reader

after his so many attempts of flirting, you finally flirt back, and he loses it.

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it was routine.

every month, the fia mandated a health check-up for all formula 1 drivers. vitals, visions, reflexes, blood pressure, blood work—nothing dramatic, just protocol.

and every month, lando norris made it… personal.

you weren’t new to the job anymore. the fia has a partnership with the hospital you've been working on and they would always send you in the field until you eventually become the resident nurse of formula 1.

your work as a resident nurse here in racing started in 2019 and it lasted for only for a year since there's a pandemic outbreak during 2020. you were left with no choice but to go back to the hospital to help the people until the pandemic has ended. and now, fast forward, you started to become one of the medical staff again for f1 during the 2023 season.

being a nurse for f1 is great. you'd get to travel around the world, meet and see a lot of celebrities, and best of all, the paycheck was really good!

today was the first day of the month. also the time where you'd meet each and every driver of the current season for their monthly check up. and with years (almost four years, to be exact) of working these scheduled checkups, it had taught you that most of the drivers were polite, quick, and eager to get on with their day.

but not lando tho.

from the very first checkup in his rookie season, he had singled you out with that annoyingly pretty boy smile and infuriatingly persistent charm. it had become a pattern: he’d walk in with a wink, flirt shamelessly during his physical, and leave with a cheeky grin—no matter how deadpan your responses were.

except today… something in the air felt different.

you were in the middle of checking charles leclerc’s blood pressure when the door opened, and he strolled in, sunglasses still on, curls slightly damp from the australian heat.

“missed me?” lando’s voice rang out in a sing-song tone.

charles rolled his eyes. “she sees you more than her senior nurse, mate.”

you didn’t flinch. “please wait outside, norris. i still have a patient over here.”

he didn't listen. instead, he slid onto the paper-covered exam table with practiced ease, swinging his legs a little like a bored schoolboy.

“you know, nurse,” he began, already smirking, “i think my heart skips a beat every time i see you.”

you didn’t look up from writing charles’ readings. “probably caffeine and poor sleep hygiene.”

charles snorted. lando, unbothered, placed a hand dramatically over his chest. “ouch. you wound me.”

you thanked charles, motioning for him to exit. “you're all clear, charles. and as usual, your blood test will be out in a week. you can now go and hydrate.”

“thanks, y/n.” charles smiled at you and shamelessly took a handful of chocolates and candies from the jar on your desk.

as the door shut behind him, silence fell for a moment—just you, lando, and the distant hum of air conditioner.

he watched you carefully as you sanitized your hands and put on fresh gloves.

“you look really good today,” he said, softer now.

you glanced up, unamused. “flattery doesn’t get you out of your vital check up.”

“worth a shot,” he muttered, but his grin didn’t fade. he rolls up his sleeves willingly, watching your hands as you cuff around his bicep,

“done with your physical check up?” you asked as your hands robotically work on his arm.

“yep. everything's normal.” he handed you a piece of paper that contained his summary of the physical exam. you skim the paper shortly to confirm that his physical state is indeed normal. after that, you start to get his blood pressure, listening to its hiss as it inflates.

lando leans closer. “you know, y/n, if you didn’t have that spet-toes-scoop or your nurse license, i’d think you were here for my…charms.”

you watch the needle on the sphygmomanometer jump as it reads his pressure. mildly elevated—not surprising, given his adrenaline levels.

“it's called a stethoscope, and your charm is not a medical concern. breathe normally.” you said, flatly.

after a few moments, you're done getting his blood pressure. he exhales and straightens up, slides his sleeve down, and lets you remove the cuff.

“and here i would’ve thought charm would lower my blood pressure.”

you jot down the numbers, not even looking at him. you then glance up, eyebrows raised.

“you’d be surprised what does and doesn’t affect tachycardia. now, pulse.”

“ta—what now?”

“tachycardia. it means a fast heart rate, in simple words. wrist, now.”

he extends his wrist, and you press your fingers lightly against his radial artery.

lando laughs softly. “go on, count my heartbeat. kinda like counting kisses, right?”

you pause, fingertip on his pulse, expression unchanging.

“more like counting times how much i want to sedate you. here—pulse is strong and regular. everything seems fine.”

he lets out a mock sigh of disappointment. you tidy away the cuff, then pick up the stethoscope.

“what about a more thorough exam? maybe i need you to listen to my heart. not by that though,” he pointed at your stethoscope. “you can use your ear and press ‘em here on my chest.”

you ignored him and just gently placed the stethoscope diaphragm on his chest, over his shirt. he shifts slightly, giving you easier access.

“don't move. inhale deeply.” you said, pointedly.

he does as you say, chest expanding under the fabric. you listen, nodding.

“lungs clear. now lower, over your heart.”

he obliges, and you catch his heartbeat. you become silent for a moment, as if captivated by the rhythm of his heart—though he can’t see your face behind your mask. you lift your gaze and meet his eyes:

“heart sounds normal, though it’s beating a bit fast.” your voice turns soft.

he blinks, surprised—he thought he was masking his racing pulse. leaning back, he grins wider than before.

“that must be my thrill of seeing you. or maybe… you’re just that good at this.” he teased.

you roll your eyes but hang the stethoscope to your neck. for the first time all afternoon, you remove your face mask and let your lips twitch upward.

you tilted your head. “is that really the reason or you’re just thinking about me kissing you instead of listening to my stethoscope?”

he freezes. the grin he usually wears falters, and his cheeks flush a soft pink, just enough to see beneath those freckles.

“i—i wasn’t thinking that! i mean, maybe—no, sorry. i—” he bashfully stammers.

you slide off the stool and approach him, leaning in close enough that your voice is barely more than a whisper.

“then don’t think about it.”

his breath hitches. he tries to respond, but there’s no witty comeback this time—his self-assured smile is gone, replaced by wide-eyed disbelief.

you give him a faint, playful pat on his head and step back, picking up the clipboard to write down the final notes.

“vitals are good, mr. norris. you’re free to go, race, flirt, and crash on your own terms.” your voice turns back to what he was used to hearing, firm and professional.

he opens his mouth as if to protest, then clears his throat, suddenly at a loss for words.

then, he suddenly laughed—an actual, stunned, boyish laugh. “you’re messing with me.”

you smiled again, just a little. “maybe.”

he looked dazed. fully, genuinely dazed.

“okay,” he said, standing up slowly. “i—i need to go and rethink my entire personality.”

you raised an eyebrow. “why?”

“because i think i just got beat at my own game. and i kinda liked it.”

he stood in the doorway, looking back at you one last time, eyes wide, boyish grin returning. “next checkup, i’m bringing flowers.”

you laughed—actually laughed this time. “if they’re wilted from the heat, i’m rejecting them.”

“that’s okay. i'm lando norris. i can always find ways."

you shook your head as he disappeared down the hallway, heart finally racing in a way you could no longer blame on anything medical.

then a month later…

you didn’t think he’d actually bring flowers.

but there he was. lando norris, f1 driver, notorious flirt, standing outside the clinic with a bouquet of pink tulips and a bashful grin that somehow made your knees weaker than any charming line he’d ever dropped before.

he handed them to you wordlessly, eyes meeting yours.

“still normal vitals?” he asked softly, pointing at your heart.

you smiled. “racing.”

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vital signs / l. norris x nurse!reader

synopsis: from his rookie debut in bahrain, lando norris makes it his mission to impress the calm, no-nonsense fia nurse assigned to the drivers. every month, he shows up with a new chaotic plan; laminated charts, shamelessly flirting check-ups, pulling drivers into chaos just to sneak around—all to win a smile from her.

and what starts as playful flirting slowly turns into something deeper as she begins to see the boy beneath the jokes.

a/n: it has no thorough plot, just some random moments with ln4 and the reader + the 2024 grid

i. flirt back

ii. actual confession

iii. "better" date

iv. chaotic sneak

v. caught red-handed

vi. you didn’t know?

viii. throwback

ix. ...

x. ...

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the whole semester is done!! i have two weeks break before my summer class. and y'all know what that means...?? GONNA FCKNG WRITE SOME STORIES BUT WITH F1 DRIVERS NOW!!!!

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Gurl, are you still alive? 😭😭

I AM! I AM! just got busy preparing for the upcoming final exams hehe. i really need to get this serious since i barely made it on my finals last semester. and i dont want to risk any danger of losing my full scholarship cuz psychology is not cheap here in my university 💔 but yeahhh, my scheds pretty tight and did i mention that im also taking mid year classes? meaning, i literally have no vacation 😭

[luvvixu]

any domestic and fluff recs for lando norris? im afraid this guy has been flooding my mind lately and i need to feed my inner soul 😭

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omfg f1 got me so hooked this week that i watched the stream so hard from fp1 down to the actual race that i didn't finish writing katsuki's bday special :/ anw, it's almost 3am and the race just ended with piastri as the race winner in saudi arabia gp. i'll prolly just continue writing tomorrow and hopefully post it after my class lol!!

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lipstick experiment / k. bakugo

trying new shades of lipsticks on your boyfriend! (spoiler: he loves it so much)

last week, you received a package from a known lipstick brand that you once saved from their company's headquarters against the villains. so as their thank you gift to you, they sent you a box containing about fifteen different shades of lipsticks.

and right now, the lipsticks were scattered across your vanity as you gleefully unpacked your new treasures. meanwhile. katsuki bakugo sat on the bed behind you, arms crossed, pretending not to care—but his eyes kept flicking toward you in the mirror.

an idea popped in your head as you turned at him with a grin. “katsuki…”

he glanced up with suspicion. “what now?”

since you already prepared your lips with your moisturizer, you popped open a rosy pink lipstick and carefully applied it on your lips. “since they sent me so many shades and i really want to test them all out…i was hoping if i could test these out…on you.”

his brows furrowed. “the hell does that mean?”

instead of answering, you lay all of the lipsticks on the bed as you marched over and climbed onto his lap, straddling him with a smile that was wayyyy too sweet to be innocent.

then—mwah—you kissed his cheek, leaving a perfect pink print.

“what the hell—” he started, but froze as you pulled back to admire your work.

you beamed as you wiped your lips. “hmm…too pinkish for me. let's try another shade.”

“don’t you da—”

pop. new lipstick. a bold red this time.

“katsuki,” you said sweetly, cupping his face, “look at me, baby.”

he tried to look anywhere but you, but you gently turned his face back. now, his half-lidded eyes are now looking at you quietly. then, you smiled at him and kissed his nose.

a red mark. right on the tip.

his eyes twitched.

“you’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” he muttered, his hands going on your waist to support you as you're literally straddling his lap.

you giggled softly, already reaching for another shade. “yes. but you’re letting me do it, so you’re enjoying it too.”

“tch.”

still, he didn’t stop you.

not when you kissed his forehead in coral. not when you pressed three peony-pink kisses across his jaw. not even when you left a nude kiss mark on his neck.

by the end of it, his entire face was covered in different lip prints—each one messier than the last, because you were laughing so hard and he was definitely holding back a smile.

“you look adorable, kat.” you teased, wiping a tear from your eye.

“shut up,” he muttered, eyes flicking to your lips.

as you were still sitting in his lap again, lipstick in one hand, amusement in your smile, and katsuki…well, he looked like he was trying to stay annoyed. keyword: trying.

you kissed his cheek for the fifth time, the soft press of your lips leaving another mark—this one a warm rose shade that looked kind of perfect against his skin. you leaned back to admire it, grinning.

he didn’t say a word. he didn’t flinch. he didn’t pull away.

you caught it then—a flicker. the smallest twitch at the corner of his lips, like he was fighting off a smile and losing.

your heart fluttered.

“katsuki…” you whispered teasingly, “you sure you're not enjoying this?”

he scoffed. “you’re makin’ a mess.”

but his hands were still on your waist—gentle, possessive, like he didn’t want you to move. his red eyes darted to your lips every time you reached for a new shade, and when you kissed the tip of his nose?

that’s when you saw it.

the softness in his face.

his whole expression cracked for just a second—no scowl, no sarcasm. just him. completely vulnerable, eyes warm, like he forgot the rest of the world existed and could only see you.

your breath caught.

you weren’t even sure if he knew how he was looking at you. like every kiss was a promise. like he was trying to memorize the shape of your smile. like you were the only thing keeping him from falling apart.

and still—he let you keep kissing him.

cheeks, jaw, forehead, nose, lips

you were leaving prints everywhere, and he didn’t stop you once.

when you kissed his jaw again, he muttered under his breath, “you’re such a damn menace…”

but his voice was rough. soft around the edges. like maybe he didn’t want you to stop.

you pulled back and whispered, “you look even more pretty with my kisses.”

he didn’t answer.

but his hands held you tighter.

and that look in his eyes? yeah. that was all the answer you needed.

fast forward, you are now finished testing out all of the shades and his face was literally colorful and full of your kiss marks. surprisingly, katsuki stayed quiet as he just kept on looking at you and his eyes would close whenever you land a kiss on his face.

you reached for a makeup wipe, giggling softly as you hovered near his cheek. “okay, let me clean you up before the color stains your skin.”

but before you could touch him, katsuki grabbed your wrist—gently, but firmly.

“don’t.”

you blinked. “huh?”

he looked away, ears tinged red. “leave it. just for a while.” he mumbled softly.

you stared at him in disbelief. “you wanna walk around looking like you got attacked by a lipstick-loving ghost?”

he gave you a half-hearted glare. “i like it, alright? it’s…proof.”

“proof of what?”

he tightened his grip on your waist, pulling you flush against him. “that you’re mine. and that i let you get away with this kinda shit.”

your heart skipped, and suddenly the urge to tease him vanished into something softer, warmer.

“…you’re such a sap when you try to hide it,” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his.

he grumbled under his breath but didn’t deny it.

you pulled back just a little—just enough to grab your phone from the nightstand. bakugo immediately narrowed his eyes but didn't question you.

you opened the camera and set it on selfie mode as you fit your faces on the screen. you hugged him close, making your cheeks smashed to each other.

“look at the camera, kat.” you said as you smiled, then clicked the button. katsuki just looked at the camera but didn't smile. he saw his face all covered with your kisses, and if he would be honest, that made him feel oddly giddy in his chest.

“okay, one more.” this time, you placed a kiss on his cheek and snapped the picture.

you took more photos and when you're finally done, you set your phone down and formally looked at your boyfriend. you cupped his cheek as your thumb grazed over his lower lip.

“thanks for letting me test these shades.”

“even though i looked like a damn lipstick experiment, have you finally picked out your shade yet?”

you nodded and showed him your top three lipstick shades. “these suit me better.”

“how about you? what do you think is the best shade for me?”

“anything as long as it's your lips.” he said.

you couldn't help but to crackle a laugh. “is that a flirting attempt or what?”

he glared at you but there's no hostility in those eyes. “shut up.” he mumbled as you continued to laugh.

his arms wrapped around you tighter.

and for once, bakugo katsuki didn’t feel like he had to be explosive or loud or strong to be loved.

he just had to be here—with you.

lipstick stains and all, he's glad to do this lipstick experiment with you.

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©luvvixu2025

a/n: AHHH I LIED GUYS, THIS HAS TO BE MY MOST FAVORITE BAKUGO KATSUKI FF I HAD WRITTEN CUZ HUHUHU CAN U GUYS IMAGINE HOW GIGGLY I AM WHILE WRITING THIS???

no mind over matter update today, but here's your daily dose of katsuki once again hahah i think i have serious hyperfixation about writing this dude...

[luvvixu]

lipstick experiment / k. bakugo

trying new shades of lipsticks on your boyfriend! (spoiler: he loves it so much)

last week, you received a package from a known lipstick brand that you once saved from their company's headquarters against the villains. so as their thank you gift to you, they sent you a box containing about fifteen different shades of lipsticks.

and right now, the lipsticks were scattered across your vanity as you gleefully unpacked your new treasures. meanwhile. katsuki bakugo sat on the bed behind you, arms crossed, pretending not to care—but his eyes kept flicking toward you in the mirror.

an idea popped in your head as you turned at him with a grin. “katsuki…”

he glanced up with suspicion. “what now?”

since you already prepared your lips with your moisturizer, you popped open a rosy pink lipstick and carefully applied it on your lips. “since they sent me so many shades and i really want to test them all out…i was hoping if i could test these out…on you.”

his brows furrowed. “the hell does that mean?”

instead of answering, you lay all of the lipsticks on the bed as you marched over and climbed onto his lap, straddling him with a smile that was wayyyy too sweet to be innocent.

then—mwah—you kissed his cheek, leaving a perfect pink print.

“what the hell—” he started, but froze as you pulled back to admire your work.

you beamed as you wiped your lips. “hmm…too pinkish for me. let's try another shade.”

“don’t you da—”

pop. new lipstick. a bold red this time.

“katsuki,” you said sweetly, cupping his face, “look at me, baby.”

he tried to look anywhere but you, but you gently turned his face back. now, his half-lidded eyes are now looking at you quietly. then, you smiled at him and kissed his nose.

a red mark. right on the tip.

his eyes twitched.

“you’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” he muttered, his hands going on your waist to support you as you're literally straddling his lap.

you giggled softly, already reaching for another shade. “yes. but you’re letting me do it, so you’re enjoying it too.”

“tch.”

still, he didn’t stop you.

not when you kissed his forehead in coral. not when you pressed three peony-pink kisses across his jaw. not even when you left a nude kiss mark on his neck.

by the end of it, his entire face was covered in different lip prints—each one messier than the last, because you were laughing so hard and he was definitely holding back a smile.

“you look adorable, kat.” you teased, wiping a tear from your eye.

“shut up,” he muttered, eyes flicking to your lips.

as you were still sitting in his lap again, lipstick in one hand, amusement in your smile, and katsuki…well, he looked like he was trying to stay annoyed. keyword: trying.

you kissed his cheek for the fifth time, the soft press of your lips leaving another mark—this one a warm rose shade that looked kind of perfect against his skin. you leaned back to admire it, grinning.

he didn’t say a word. he didn’t flinch. he didn’t pull away.

you caught it then—a flicker. the smallest twitch at the corner of his lips, like he was fighting off a smile and losing.

your heart fluttered.

“katsuki…” you whispered teasingly, “you sure you're not enjoying this?”

he scoffed. “you’re makin’ a mess.”

but his hands were still on your waist—gentle, possessive, like he didn’t want you to move. his red eyes darted to your lips every time you reached for a new shade, and when you kissed the tip of his nose?

that’s when you saw it.

the softness in his face.

his whole expression cracked for just a second—no scowl, no sarcasm. just him. completely vulnerable, eyes warm, like he forgot the rest of the world existed and could only see you.

your breath caught.

you weren’t even sure if he knew how he was looking at you. like every kiss was a promise. like he was trying to memorize the shape of your smile. like you were the only thing keeping him from falling apart.

and still—he let you keep kissing him.

cheeks, jaw, forehead, nose, lips

you were leaving prints everywhere, and he didn’t stop you once.

when you kissed his jaw again, he muttered under his breath, “you’re such a damn menace…”

but his voice was rough. soft around the edges. like maybe he didn’t want you to stop.

you pulled back and whispered, “you look even more pretty with my kisses.”

he didn’t answer.

but his hands held you tighter.

and that look in his eyes? yeah. that was all the answer you needed.

fast forward, you are now finished testing out all of the shades and his face was literally colorful and full of your kiss marks. surprisingly, katsuki stayed quiet as he just kept on looking at you and his eyes would close whenever you land a kiss on his face.

you reached for a makeup wipe, giggling softly as you hovered near his cheek. “okay, let me clean you up before the color stains your skin.”

but before you could touch him, katsuki grabbed your wrist—gently, but firmly.

“don’t.”

you blinked. “huh?”

he looked away, ears tinged red. “leave it. just for a while.” he mumbled softly.

you stared at him in disbelief. “you wanna walk around looking like you got attacked by a lipstick-loving ghost?”

he gave you a half-hearted glare. “i like it, alright? it’s…proof.”

“proof of what?”

he tightened his grip on your waist, pulling you flush against him. “that you’re mine. and that i let you get away with this kinda shit.”

your heart skipped, and suddenly the urge to tease him vanished into something softer, warmer.

“…you’re such a sap when you try to hide it,” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his.

he grumbled under his breath but didn’t deny it.

you pulled back just a little—just enough to grab your phone from the nightstand. bakugo immediately narrowed his eyes but didn't question you.

you opened the camera and set it on selfie mode as you fit your faces on the screen. you hugged him close, making your cheeks smashed to each other.

“look at the camera, kat.” you said as you smiled, then clicked the button. katsuki just looked at the camera but didn't smile. he saw his face all covered with your kisses, and if he would be honest, that made him feel oddly giddy in his chest.

“okay, one more.” this time, you placed a kiss on his cheek and snapped the picture.

you took more photos and when you're finally done, you set your phone down and formally looked at your boyfriend. you cupped his cheek as your thumb grazed over his lower lip.

“thanks for letting me test these shades.”

“even though i looked like a damn lipstick experiment, have you finally picked out your shade yet?”

you nodded and showed him your top three lipstick shades. “these suit me better.”

“how about you? what do you think is the best shade for me?”

“anything as long as it's your lips.” he said.

you couldn't help but to crackle a laugh. “is that a flirting attempt or what?”

he glared at you but there's no hostility in those eyes. “shut up.” he mumbled as you continued to laugh.

his arms wrapped around you tighter.

and for once, bakugo katsuki didn’t feel like he had to be explosive or loud or strong to be loved.

he just had to be here—with you.

lipstick stains and all, he's glad to do this lipstick experiment with you.

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©luvvixu2025

a/n: AHHH I LIED GUYS, THIS HAS TO BE MY MOST FAVORITE BAKUGO KATSUKI FF I HAD WRITTEN CUZ HUHUHU CAN U GUYS IMAGINE HOW GIGGLY I AM WHILE WRITING THIS???

no mind over matter update today, but here's your daily dose of katsuki once again hahah i think i have serious hyperfixation about writing this dude...

[luvvixu]

MY HERO ACADEMIA

🍭 fluff 🍆 nsfw 🍡 drabble 🥂 angst 🥐 one shot

katsuki bakugo

matching 🍭

it was everything 🍭

he's so in love 🍭

wallaper 🍭

homework can wait 🍭

he knows my shade 🍭

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he knows my shade / k. bakugo

he knows your makeup shades, brands, and preferences by heart!

the bell above the shop door chimed as you stepped inside, eyes lighting up at the familiar rows of skincare, blushes, and lip tints. you hadn’t expected to end up in a makeup store today, but when you spotted it on the corner and pointed it out, katsuki bakugo just gave a gruff, “tch. if we’re already here, might as well.”

you didn’t expect him to follow you inside. you really didn’t expect him to stay close by, arms crossed, eyes scanning shelves like he was on some kind of mission.

as you wandered over to the lipstick display, you heard him mutter behind you, “that’s not the one you use.”

you turned, brows raised. “huh?”

he pointed at the tube in your hand. “that brand’s too dry for your lips. you always use that other one—the one with the gold cap.”

you blinked. “you… noticed that?”

he looked away, ears tinting pink. “i’m not blind, dumbass. you always complain when your lips feel dry. that brand sucks.”

you bite back a smile and reach for the right one—your shade, your favorite brand. the one he somehow remembered down to the packaging.

you wandered a little more, grabbing a concealer, and without hesitation he said, “you’re shade 105 in that. you went too light last time and kept whining about looking like a ghost.”

“...”

“bakugo katsuki,” you said slowly, looking at him like he’d grown a second head. “how do you know all of this?”

he shrugged, still not making eye contact. “you talk.” he pointed at you. “i listen.” then pointed at himself.

your heart skipped.

he didn’t say it to be romantic. that was just him—blunt, rough, no-nonsense. but those four words said more than any cheesy pickup line ever could.

you reached out and gently bumped your shoulder against his. “thanks, kat. that’s actually really sweet of you.”

he grunted. “whatever. just hurry up before you end up buying the whole damn store.”

still, he stayed by your side the entire time—grumbling, yes, but you caught him sneaking glances at you every time you smiled at a new item.

and you knew, without him ever needing to say it, that he liked seeing you happy. even if it meant memorizing every shade, every brand, every detail just because it mattered to you.

as you reached the lip care section and immediately lit up. “ooh, they have new flavors! i’ve been wanting to try a different lip balm.”

bakugo followed behind, glancing lazily at the shelves “what's wrong with the one you always use?”

“i dunno,” you said with a shrug, twisting open a tester to sniff. “just thought i’d change it up since i'm always using strawberry flavor. maybe try this cherry one—”

“no.”

you blinked, turning to him. “what?”

he crossed his arms and frowned, a bit too intensely for such a tiny lip balm. “the one you use now tastes better. the strawberry one.”

your brain short-circuited. “i…i’m sorry, what?”

bakugo looked away, jaw clenching. “i said what i said. the old one’s better. that cherry crap’s probably gonna taste all artificial and weird.”

you gawked at him, warmth blooming in your cheeks. “wait…you’re actually savoring my lip balm tastes when we kiss?”

he tsked, clearly flustered now. “i’m not fucking savoring it, i’m just saying…i notice, alright? and that one—” he jabbed a finger toward the familiar pink tube you always used, “—that one’s the good one.”

a beat passed.

you broke into a wide grin. “katsuki. are you telling me you enjoy kissing me when i wore that strawberry flavored lip balm?”

“don’t make it weird,” he muttered, grabbing the old brand and tossing it into your shopping basket with zero hesitation. “just stick with the usual.”

you were still giggling as you walked toward the register, and bakugo, still flushed and fuming behind you, grumbled something under his breath about how you’re the one who kisses him first anyway.

after ringing up the products you bought, katsuki immediately beat you at paying as his card was already pushed on the cashier's hand. you looked at him in surprise but then blushed at his act of kindness—but to him, he just loves spoiling you.

when you thank him with all of your heart, he couldn't help but to feel warm in his chest as he literally watched you hoover him with sparkles in your eyes. and in his mind, he was sure he would do that all over again just to see you this happy.

as the two of you stepped out of the store, the little bell above the door jingled behind you. your bag was full of your favorite essentials—plus a few extras bakugo had thrown in with an annoyed scowl and muttered, “just get it already.”

he reached out and plucked the shopping bag from your hand before you could even blink.

“hey—!”

“i’m carrying it,” he said flatly, already walking ahead.

you jogged a few steps to catch up, a smile tugging at your lips. “you’re such a softie.”

“shut up,” he shot back, ears already turning red.

the two of you walked side by side, your free hand brushing his. when you slipped your fingers into his, he didn’t pull away—just squeezed gently, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

the city buzzed around you: people, traffic, distant music—but it all felt quiet with him next to you, warm and steady.

then, just as you turned the corner toward a quieter street, he suddenly stopped walking.

you turned to him, confused. “kat—?”

he set the shopping bag down for a moment, then leaned in and kissed you.

soft. quick. familiar.

but when he pulled back, he made a face as he licked his lips. “yep. that new lip balm would’ve ruined that.”

you laughed as you hooked your arms around his neck. “oh my god, you’re actually obsessed with my lip balm.”

“nah, not the balm,” he muttered, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and tugging you closer as you walked again. “just the way you taste.”

that shut you right up.

but the grin you wore all the way home? yep. he definitely noticed.

and if he kissed you again at the next stoplight just to prove his point? well… who were you to complain?

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a/n: based on true story lol! i think this is so far my most favorite katsuki story that i wrote.

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he knows my shade / k. bakugo

he knows your makeup shades, brands, and preferences by heart!

the bell above the shop door chimed as you stepped inside, eyes lighting up at the familiar rows of skincare, blushes, and lip tints. you hadn’t expected to end up in a makeup store today, but when you spotted it on the corner and pointed it out, katsuki bakugo just gave a gruff, “tch. if we’re already here, might as well.”

you didn’t expect him to follow you inside. you really didn’t expect him to stay close by, arms crossed, eyes scanning shelves like he was on some kind of mission.

as you wandered over to the lipstick display, you heard him mutter behind you, “that’s not the one you use.”

you turned, brows raised. “huh?”

he pointed at the tube in your hand. “that brand’s too dry for your lips. you always use that other one—the one with the gold cap.”

you blinked. “you… noticed that?”

he looked away, ears tinting pink. “i’m not blind, dumbass. you always complain when your lips feel dry. that brand sucks.”

you bite back a smile and reach for the right one—your shade, your favorite brand. the one he somehow remembered down to the packaging.

you wandered a little more, grabbing a concealer, and without hesitation he said, “you’re shade 105 in that. you went too light last time and kept whining about looking like a ghost.”

“...”

“bakugo katsuki,” you said slowly, looking at him like he’d grown a second head. “how do you know all of this?”

he shrugged, still not making eye contact. “you talk.” he pointed at you. “i listen.” then pointed at himself.

your heart skipped.

he didn’t say it to be romantic. that was just him—blunt, rough, no-nonsense. but those four words said more than any cheesy pickup line ever could.

you reached out and gently bumped your shoulder against his. “thanks, kat. that’s actually really sweet of you.”

he grunted. “whatever. just hurry up before you end up buying the whole damn store.”

still, he stayed by your side the entire time—grumbling, yes, but you caught him sneaking glances at you every time you smiled at a new item.

and you knew, without him ever needing to say it, that he liked seeing you happy. even if it meant memorizing every shade, every brand, every detail just because it mattered to you.

as you reached the lip care section and immediately lit up. “ooh, they have new flavors! i’ve been wanting to try a different lip balm.”

bakugo followed behind, glancing lazily at the shelves “what's wrong with the one you always use?”

“i dunno,” you said with a shrug, twisting open a tester to sniff. “just thought i’d change it up since i'm always using strawberry flavor. maybe try this cherry one—”

“no.”

you blinked, turning to him. “what?”

he crossed his arms and frowned, a bit too intensely for such a tiny lip balm. “the one you use now tastes better. the strawberry one.”

your brain short-circuited. “i…i’m sorry, what?”

bakugo looked away, jaw clenching. “i said what i said. the old one’s better. that cherry crap’s probably gonna taste all artificial and weird.”

you gawked at him, warmth blooming in your cheeks. “wait…you’re actually savoring my lip balm tastes when we kiss?”

he tsked, clearly flustered now. “i’m not fucking savoring it, i’m just saying…i notice, alright? and that one—” he jabbed a finger toward the familiar pink tube you always used, “—that one’s the good one.”

a beat passed.

you broke into a wide grin. “katsuki. are you telling me you enjoy kissing me when i wore that strawberry flavored lip balm?”

“don’t make it weird,” he muttered, grabbing the old brand and tossing it into your shopping basket with zero hesitation. “just stick with the usual.”

you were still giggling as you walked toward the register, and bakugo, still flushed and fuming behind you, grumbled something under his breath about how you’re the one who kisses him first anyway.

after ringing up the products you bought, katsuki immediately beat you at paying as his card was already pushed on the cashier's hand. you looked at him in surprise but then blushed at his act of kindness—but to him, he just loves spoiling you.

when you thank him with all of your heart, he couldn't help but to feel warm in his chest as he literally watched you hoover him with sparkles in your eyes. and in his mind, he was sure he would do that all over again just to see you this happy.

as the two of you stepped out of the store, the little bell above the door jingled behind you. your bag was full of your favorite essentials—plus a few extras bakugo had thrown in with an annoyed scowl and muttered, “just get it already.”

he reached out and plucked the shopping bag from your hand before you could even blink.

“hey—!”

“i’m carrying it,” he said flatly, already walking ahead.

you jogged a few steps to catch up, a smile tugging at your lips. “you’re such a softie.”

“shut up,” he shot back, ears already turning red.

the two of you walked side by side, your free hand brushing his. when you slipped your fingers into his, he didn’t pull away—just squeezed gently, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

the city buzzed around you: people, traffic, distant music—but it all felt quiet with him next to you, warm and steady.

then, just as you turned the corner toward a quieter street, he suddenly stopped walking.

you turned to him, confused. “kat—?”

he set the shopping bag down for a moment, then leaned in and kissed you.

soft. quick. familiar.

but when he pulled back, he made a face as he licked his lips. “yep. that new lip balm would’ve ruined that.”

you laughed as you hooked your arms around his neck. “oh my god, you’re actually obsessed with my lip balm.”

“nah, not the balm,” he muttered, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and tugging you closer as you walked again. “just the way you taste.”

that shut you right up.

but the grin you wore all the way home? yep. he definitely noticed.

and if he kissed you again at the next stoplight just to prove his point? well… who were you to complain?

masterlist

©luvvixu2025

a/n: based on true story lol! i think this is so far my most favorite katsuki story that i wrote.

[luvvixu]

he knows my shade / k. bakugo

he knows your makeup shades, brands, and preferences by heart!

the bell above the shop door chimed as you stepped inside, eyes lighting up at the familiar rows of skincare, blushes, and lip tints. you hadn’t expected to end up in a makeup store today, but when you spotted it on the corner and pointed it out, katsuki bakugo just gave a gruff, “tch. if we’re already here, might as well.”

you didn’t expect him to follow you inside. you really didn’t expect him to stay close by, arms crossed, eyes scanning shelves like he was on some kind of mission.

as you wandered over to the lipstick display, you heard him mutter behind you, “that’s not the one you use.”

you turned, brows raised. “huh?”

he pointed at the tube in your hand. “that brand’s too dry for your lips. you always use that other one—the one with the gold cap.”

you blinked. “you… noticed that?”

he looked away, ears tinting pink. “i’m not blind, dumbass. you always complain when your lips feel dry. that brand sucks.”

you bite back a smile and reach for the right one—your shade, your favorite brand. the one he somehow remembered down to the packaging.

you wandered a little more, grabbing a concealer, and without hesitation he said, “you’re shade 105 in that. you went too light last time and kept whining about looking like a ghost.”

“...”

“bakugo katsuki,” you said slowly, looking at him like he’d grown a second head. “how do you know all of this?”

he shrugged, still not making eye contact. “you talk.” he pointed at you. “i listen.” then pointed at himself.

your heart skipped.

he didn’t say it to be romantic. that was just him—blunt, rough, no-nonsense. but those four words said more than any cheesy pickup line ever could.

you reached out and gently bumped your shoulder against his. “thanks, kat. that’s actually really sweet of you.”

he grunted. “whatever. just hurry up before you end up buying the whole damn store.”

still, he stayed by your side the entire time—grumbling, yes, but you caught him sneaking glances at you every time you smiled at a new item.

and you knew, without him ever needing to say it, that he liked seeing you happy. even if it meant memorizing every shade, every brand, every detail just because it mattered to you.

as you reached the lip care section and immediately lit up. “ooh, they have new flavors! i’ve been wanting to try a different lip balm.”

bakugo followed behind, glancing lazily at the shelves “what's wrong with the one you always use?”

“i dunno,” you said with a shrug, twisting open a tester to sniff. “just thought i’d change it up since i'm always using strawberry flavor. maybe try this cherry one—”

“no.”

you blinked, turning to him. “what?”

he crossed his arms and frowned, a bit too intensely for such a tiny lip balm. “the one you use now tastes better. the strawberry one.”

your brain short-circuited. “i…i’m sorry, what?”

bakugo looked away, jaw clenching. “i said what i said. the old one’s better. that cherry crap’s probably gonna taste all artificial and weird.”

you gawked at him, warmth blooming in your cheeks. “wait…you’re actually savoring my lip balm tastes when we kiss?”

he tsked, clearly flustered now. “i’m not fucking savoring it, i’m just saying…i notice, alright? and that one—” he jabbed a finger toward the familiar pink tube you always used, “—that one’s the good one.”

a beat passed.

you broke into a wide grin. “katsuki. are you telling me you enjoy kissing me when i wore that strawberry flavored lip balm?”

“don’t make it weird,” he muttered, grabbing the old brand and tossing it into your shopping basket with zero hesitation. “just stick with the usual.”

you were still giggling as you walked toward the register, and bakugo, still flushed and fuming behind you, grumbled something under his breath about how you’re the one who kisses him first anyway.

after ringing up the products you bought, katsuki immediately beat you at paying as his card was already pushed on the cashier's hand. you looked at him in surprise but then blushed at his act of kindness—but to him, he just loves spoiling you.

when you thank him with all of your heart, he couldn't help but to feel warm in his chest as he literally watched you hoover him with sparkles in your eyes. and in his mind, he was sure he would do that all over again just to see you this happy.

as the two of you stepped out of the store, the little bell above the door jingled behind you. your bag was full of your favorite essentials—plus a few extras bakugo had thrown in with an annoyed scowl and muttered, “just get it already.”

he reached out and plucked the shopping bag from your hand before you could even blink.

“hey—!”

“i’m carrying it,” he said flatly, already walking ahead.

you jogged a few steps to catch up, a smile tugging at your lips. “you’re such a softie.”

“shut up,” he shot back, ears already turning red.

the two of you walked side by side, your free hand brushing his. when you slipped your fingers into his, he didn’t pull away—just squeezed gently, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

the city buzzed around you: people, traffic, distant music—but it all felt quiet with him next to you, warm and steady.

then, just as you turned the corner toward a quieter street, he suddenly stopped walking.

you turned to him, confused. “kat—?”

he set the shopping bag down for a moment, then leaned in and kissed you.

soft. quick. familiar.

but when he pulled back, he made a face as he licked his lips. “yep. that new lip balm would’ve ruined that.”

you laughed as you hooked your arms around his neck. “oh my god, you’re actually obsessed with my lip balm.”

“nah, not the balm,” he muttered, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and tugging you closer as you walked again. “just the way you taste.”

that shut you right up.

but the grin you wore all the way home? yep. he definitely noticed.

and if he kissed you again at the next stoplight just to prove his point? well… who were you to complain?

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©luvvixu2025

a/n: based on true story lol! i think this is by far my most favorite katsuki story that i wrote.

[luvvixu]

mind over matter pt. 8

synopsis: witness how your marriage was bound to fall apart with you on the front seat and your husband gojo had missed the show—now, he gotta figure out the story on his own.

content: arrange marriage au, angst, husband!gojo, mean!gojo, mention of blood, mention of drugs, strong languages, some unsettling scenarios, emotional trauma, read at your own risk.

a/n: i kinda liked this chapter.

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today was the day where kazuki was finally set to get out of the hospital. your cute baby boy is now very strong and can live without those horrendous tubes and machines in his body. you can also finally hold him whole in your hands.

you watch the nurses prepare the discharge of your baby while satoru was also here with you, holding your baby's documents on his hand as he couldn't tear his eyes away from your son.

the two of you had been waiting for this time. satoru even bought a new house for the three of you, all in complete furnished and ready to live in.

after some time, the nurses finally presented your son. kazuki lay bundled in a soft, pale blue blanket—no more tubes in his nose, no more wires taped across his delicate skin. just his tiny chest rising and falling peacefully, his eyes fluttering open every now and then as if sensing the change in atmosphere.

you were already crying—you're trying not to, but you failed terribly. the sight of your son without a single machine attached to him felt like a miracle sewn together by prayers and stubborn hope.

one of the nurses gave you a warm smile. “he’s good to go. he passed all his vitals overnight. you can finally take him home.”

you nodded, biting your trembling lip, and reached out to take him.

for the first time, your arms wrapped around your son with nothing in between—no glass, no cords, no barriers.

just skin to skin. warmth to warmth. mother to child.

kazuki is much heavier now. not by much, but enough for you to notice. his small body sank perfectly into the curve of your arms, his head nuzzled gently against your chest like he knew exactly where he belonged.

meanwhile, satoru stood at your side, silent.

he’d been holding the discharge documents like they were something sacred, like they might crumble if he didn’t hold them just right. but the moment he saw kazuki in your arms—free, healthy, and alive—he blinked hard and cleared his throat.

you looked at him, and his gaze never left kazuki.

“he looked like me,” he murmured, voice rough with emotion.

you chuckled through your tears. “i swear, my genes didn't even put up a fight.”

a beat passed, and then satoru exhaled shakily. “i bought the softest baby mattress i could find. and the safest car seat. and a whole stash of pacifiers—like twenty, because i wasn’t sure which brand he’d like. i know i probably went overboard…”

you glanced at him, warmth blooming in your chest.

“overboard is okay,” you whispered. “he’s all worth it.”

satoru nodded and leaned closer. gently, he cupped kazuki’s head and kissed his tiny temple.

“i’ll protect him,” he whispered, more to himself than anyone else. “no matter what.”

“we'll protect him.” you paraphrased.

the nurse returned with final instructions, but the moment she handed you kazuki’s tiny hospital bracelet as a keepsake, it hit you again.

you made it.

he made it.

you, who almost died from placenta abruption. kazuki, who was born at six months, too early, too small. and even satoru, who had nearly lost everything before realizing what he truly had.

now, the three of you are going home.

as satoru carried the diaper bag and opened the hospital doors for you, the sunlight outside greeted you like an old friend.

you looked down at kazuki, smiling through the tears.

“let’s go home, baby.”

and this time…it really was home.

the new house was quiet.

but not with the awkward kind of silence that used to hang between you and satoru; tense, cold, and heavy—but the kind that came with peace. the kind that made everything feel slower, gentler…warmer.

kazuki’s nursery smelled faintly of baby powder and lavender-scented wipes. the walls were a soft sky blue, hand-painted with clouds and little birds that seemed to dance around the ceiling. a mobile above his crib spun slowly, playing a lullaby that had already become his favorite in the nicu.

you stood beside the crib, gently rocking kazuki in your arms. his little fist curled around your finger as he drifted off to sleep, breathing softly, the rise and fall of his chest bringing a strange ache to your heart—one of overwhelming love.

satoru entered the room quietly, holding a small bottle of warm milk and a pacifier in his other hand. he paused in the doorway, just watching you.

“do you want to hold him?” you asked softly without turning around, knowing he was there.

he stepped closer, setting the bottle down before reaching out. you carefully transferred kazuki into his arms. satoru’s movements were hesitant, like he was holding something made of glass—but once kazuki settled against him, satoru smiled.

“i still can’t believe he’s now here.,” he whispered, staring at kazuki like the baby boy was holding the entire universe.

you sat on the edge of the rocking chair, watching them with quiet fondness.

“shoko said she's going here tomorrow.” you watch his expression and you caught him swallowing.

“okay,” he mumbled as his finger reached into kazuki’s palm.

“still on bad terms?” you remember that shoko tells you her grievance and resentment towards him during your time at the hospital, specifically at the nicu.

“i guess you could say that…” he paused. “i mean, it's valid, knowing what i did to you.”

you nodded slowly, watching the way kazuki’s tiny fingers curled around satoru’s. even in his sleep, your son responded to touch like he knew he was safe now—cradled in the arms of someone trying to do better.

“she was angry,” you murmured. “angrier than i’d ever seen her.” you remembered her expression when she was attending you at the hospital. sure, she was careful with her hands and actions, but her face tells so.

satoru gave a soft, bitter laugh. “she told me to my face that i didn’t deserve you. that if something had happened to you or kazuki… she would never forgive me.”

his voice cracked at the end, and you glanced over, surprised to see his eyes glistening. he looked down at kazuki again, like anchoring himself to the child was the only thing keeping him from drowning.

“i didn’t know what i was doing,” he said, barely above a whisper. “i was scared. not of you—but of what being with you meant. of being forced to feel responsible for someone i didn't choose. and then i kept lying to myself… trying to act like you weren’t my wife. like this life wasn’t mine.”

this conversation again…he must've felt really guilty for continuing to bring this up.

not that you don't mind, you'd actually take these kinds of chances to voice out your thoughts too.

you let the silence settle for a moment before responding, your voice even.

“i didn’t choose it either, satoru. but i accepted it. for our clans, for peace, and eventually… for kazuki. i was terrified too, but i didn’t run from it.”

he looked at you now, really looked at you. and you could see it—guilt etched deep into his expression, guilt mixed with awe and something heavier: remorse.

you were quiet for a long while, eyes back on your baby, who let out a soft, sleepy sigh.

“you still have time to make it right,” you finally said. “not by words, but by staying. by trying. every single day.”

satoru swallowed again, and nodded. “i will. i promise.”

“please don't let me down like you always did before, satoru.”

just then, kazuki stirred with a soft coo, his mouth twitching into what looked like the beginning of a smile. you both leaned in instinctively.

“did he just smile?” satoru whispered, eyes wide.

you chuckled. “he’s probably dreaming about milk.”

satoru let out a quiet laugh, and for a second, it felt like things weren’t so broken after all.

you reached out and gently brushed Kazuki’s soft hair. “shoko’s going to tell you off again tomorrow, you know.”

“yeah,” satoru sighed dramatically. “she might even slap me.”

“she won’t,” you smiled. “well… maybe. but i can talk to her.”

the both of you shared a look. it was the first time in a long while that you weren’t just coexisting—but understanding each other.

maybe this wasn’t the fairytale beginning most people had.

but it was real. and it was yours.

and from the crib, kazuki slept peacefully—his tiny presence a reminder that something beautiful still came from all the pain.

—©luvvixu2025

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