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This song causes chao to lose all brain cells!

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A Foolish Bet | part 2

Warnings: angst and angst

Part 1 Part 3

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The silence in the room was deafening. Max shifted uncomfortably in his seat, realizing the slip of his tongue had shattered the evening���s lighthearted atmosphere. Charles cleared his throat, exchanging a look with the others.

“Uh, maybe we should leave,” Charles muttered, standing up. “Give you two some space.”

The group nodded quickly, their laughter and easy camaraderie forgotten as they filed out, offering awkward goodbyes. Max lingered for a moment, looking guilty, but Lando shot him a sharp glare that sent him scurrying after the others.

Once the door clicked shut, it was just the two of you. The air between you felt heavy, charged with unspoken tension.

You turned to Lando, tilting your head slightly, a look of innocent curiosity on your face. “What was the bet about?”

Lando froze. He could feel his pulse pounding in his ears, his breath catching in his throat.

You frowned, noticing his sudden discomfort. “Lando?” you prompted softly, stepping closer to him. “What was the bet? It’s not a big deal, is it?”

“It’s… It’s nothing, love,” he said quickly, his voice tight, trying to dismiss it.

Your brows furrowed. “It didn’t sound like nothing. Max said you won. What did you win?”

He couldn’t lie to you. Not anymore. He took a deep breath, running a hand through his curls, his mind racing for the right words. “It’s complicated,” he started, his voice barely above a whisper.

“How complicated can it be?” you asked, your tone still gentle, but there was a flicker of doubt in your eyes now.

Lando felt his chest tighten. He knew this was his chance to come clean, but the thought of losing you paralyzed him. “Sweetheart, can we just… Can we talk about this later?”

“Why later?” you asked, your voice firmer now. “Why can’t you tell me right now? Lando, what aren’t you saying?”

He hesitated, and in that moment, your patience cracked.

“Lando,” you said again, your voice trembling now. “What was the bet?”

He looked at you, and the pain in his eyes made your stomach twist.

“It was about you,” he admitted finally, his voice breaking.

You blinked, confused. “Me? What about me?”

He swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Max and Charles bet me… They bet me I couldn’t make you fall for me.”

The words hit you like a physical blow. Your mouth fell open slightly as you tried to process what he’d just said.

“A bet,” you repeated, the weight of the revelation slowly sinking in. “You made me fall in love with you because of a bet?”

“No, love, it’s not like that,” Lando said quickly, his voice desperate now. He stepped closer, but you took a step back, shaking your head. “It started as a bet, yes, but it changed. I fell for you, really, truly fell for you. This isn’t a game to me, I swear.”

Your hands trembled as you crossed your arms, your mind spinning. “So… all those times you talked to me, all those ‘coincidental’ meetings at the café… That was all part of some plan?”

“At first, yes,” he admitted, his voice small. “But it wasn’t long before it stopped being about the bet. I love you. I love you, more than anything. You have to believe me.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, but you blinked them back, refusing to let them fall. “How am I supposed to believe anything you say now?”

“Because I’m telling you the truth,” Lando pleaded, his voice cracking. “You’re my everything, my world. Please don’t let this ruin us.”

You shook your head, your throat tightening. “I need… I need some air.”

“Wait,” Lando said, reaching for you, but you stepped away. “Please, don’t go. Let’s talk about this.”

“I can’t,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. Without another word, you grabbed your coat and left, the door shutting softly behind you.

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Reader POV

The chill of the night air hit your face as you stepped outside, but it did little to cool the storm of emotions swirling inside you. Betrayal, anger, confusion , they all vied for dominance, leaving you feeling hollow.

Your feet carried you on autopilot to your best friend’s apartment. By the time you arrived, your heart was heavy, and tears were threatening to spill over.

Your friend opened the door, immediately sensing something was wrong. “What happened?” she asked, pulling you into a hug.

The moment her arms wrapped around you, the dam broke. You sobbed against her shoulder, the weight of Lando’s betrayal crashing down on you.

“He made me fall in love with him because of a bet,” you choked out between sobs.

Your friend’s grip tightened, and she guided you to the couch, letting you cry it out as she stroked your hair. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “You didn’t deserve that.”

You sat there for hours, replaying everything in your mind. Every laugh, every kiss, every whispered promise, it all felt tainted now. How could something that had felt so real be built on a lie?

And yet, there was a part of you , a small, fragile part that wanted to believe him. To believe that his feelings had been real, that he wasn’t the same boy who had taken that bet months ago.

But you weren’t sure if you could.

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Author’s Note:

The story doesn’t end here. Part 3 will explore what happens next, but whether forgiveness is possible remains to be seen. Stay tuned😘🫣

[sweetestnpink]

Such a princess need, desperately want her.

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[luckymilkshakerebel]

A Fragile Break

Genre: angst ,hurt, comfort

Cast: changbin x reader

The sound of glass shattering echoed through the living room, and your heart immediately sank to the pit of your stomach. You stared at the shards of Changbin’s favorite figurine scattered across the floor, the one he had painstakingly saved for and proudly displayed in the center of the shelf. It had slipped from your hands while you were dusting, and now, the damage was done.

“Y/N, what was that?” Changbin’s voice called from the bedroom.

You froze, your hands trembling as you tried to collect the pieces. Just as you were about to hide them away, Changbin appeared in the doorway. His eyes immediately fell to the floor, where his cherished figurine lay in ruins.

“What… what did you do?” His voice was low, and the disappointment in his tone made your chest tighten.

“I-I’m sorry,” you stammered, tears already forming in your eyes. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Didn’t mean to?” he snapped, his voice rising. “Do you know how much that meant to me, Y/N? That wasn’t just some random item—it was my favorite! I saved for months to get it, and now it’s gone!”

His words hit like a hammer, each one heavier than the last. “I know, and I feel terrible, but it was an accident, Changbin. I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Sometimes it feels like you don’t think about anything! Do you ever care about the things that matter to me?” he shot back, his voice filled with frustration.

That comment broke something inside you. You stared at him, your lip trembling, but you didn’t respond. What could you even say? You hadn’t meant for this to happen, but now it felt like nothing you did mattered.

Without another word, you walked past him and into the bedroom, closing the door behind you. Changbin didn’t follow, and the silence between you stretched on for days.

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You and Changbin barely spoke after the fight. The tension in the air was suffocating, and you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes. His words replayed in your mind on a loop, cutting deeper each time you thought about them.

But instead of wallowing in the guilt, you made a decision. You would replace what you had broken. You knew it wouldn’t erase the hurt, but it was the least you could do.

You started saving every bit of money you could. You skipped coffee runs, turned down outings with friends, and even sold a few of your own belongings to scrape together enough. It wasn’t easy, but you were determined. You have been searching everywhere and anywhere you can to find the exact same kind of figure that you broke. You have been quiet and stressed out to find out where to find.. and if there's no available in korea, you've been searching everywhere to post directly to korea..

In the meanwhile, Changbin noticed the change in you. He saw how quiet you had become, how you avoided being in the same room as him for too long. You no longer greeted him with a smile when he came home, and your usual warmth was replaced with a distant, hollow demeanor.

At first, he told himself you just needed space, but as the days turned into weeks, he grew restless. He hated the silence, hated seeing the light in your eyes dim.

One night, he found himself staring at the shelf where his broken figurine had once stood. The anger he had felt in the moment seemed so insignificant now compared to the emptiness that had taken its place.

“I was too harsh,” he murmured to himself, running a hand through his hair. “I should’ve listened. I should’ve—” His voice broke, and he slumped onto the couch, guilt weighing heavily on his chest.

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Weeks later, after what felt like an eternity, you came home with a carefully wrapped box in your hands. You placed it on the dining table and called Changbin over.

He appeared in the doorway, his expression wary but curious. “What’s this?”

You gestured to the box. “Open it.”

Changbin hesitated before unwrapping the package. When he pulled away the last layer of paper, his eyes widened in shock. Inside was an identical version of the figurine he had lost.

“You… you replaced it?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, your hands clasped tightly in front of you. “I know it’s not the same as the original, but I wanted to make it up to you. I’ve been saving up for weeks to get it.”

Changbin stared at the figurine, then at you. He noticed the dark circles under your eyes, the way your shoulders sagged with exhaustion. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks—you had been sacrificing so much, all because of him.

“Y/N…” He set the figurine down and stepped closer to you. “Why didn’t you tell me you were doing this?”

You shrugged, avoiding his gaze. “I just… I wanted to fix what I broke. I know how much it meant to you.”

He reached out, gently cupping your face and tilting it up so you were forced to look at him. His eyes were filled with regret. “I don’t care about the figurine anymore. I care about you. And I hate that I made you feel like you had to do this to make things right.”

“But you were so upset,” you whispered. “You said I didn’t care about the things that matter to you. I just wanted to prove that I do.”

Changbin’s heart ached at the pain in your voice. “I was wrong to say that. I was angry, and I let my emotions get the best of me. But none of this is your fault. It was an accident, Y/N. And I should’ve seen how much it hurt you too.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, and this time, you couldn’t hold them back. “I just wanted to make you happy again.”

Changbin pulled you into a tight hug, holding you as if he were afraid you might slip away. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’ve been such an idiot, and I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I’m begging you to give me another chance.”

You buried your face in his chest, the weight of the past few weeks finally lifting. “I just wanted things to go back to the way they were.”

“They will,” Changbin promised, his voice firm. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. I’ll never let my anger come between us again. You’re more important to me than any stupid figurine.”

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From that day on, Changbin made it his mission to show you how much he cared. He planned little date nights, left sweet notes around the apartment, and made sure to remind you every day how much he loved and appreciated you.

It wasn’t just words—he proved it through his actions. He listened more, paid attention to the little things that made you happy, and made sure you never felt taken for granted again.

In time, the hurt began to fade, replaced by the love and trust you had always shared. And as you and Changbin sat together on the couch one evening, Dori curled up in your lap, you realized that even broken things could be mended—if both people were willing to put in the effort.

Life slowly returned to something resembling normal, though there were moments where the silence between you and Changbin still lingered—echoes of the distance the fight had created. But Changbin was determined to bridge that gap completely, refusing to let the damage remain.

One Saturday morning, you woke up to the sound of clattering in the kitchen. Groggily, you made your way out of bed to find Changbin standing by the stove, surrounded by bowls, utensils, and what looked like an entire carton of eggs spilled across the counter.

"Good morning!" he exclaimed, grinning sheepishly as he wiped his hands on his apron.

"What's all this?" you asked, blinking at the mess.

"I wanted to surprise you with breakfast," he said, gesturing to the frying pan where some pancakes were sizzling—albeit a little unevenly. "I thought you deserved to relax for once, especially after how much you've been doing lately."

Your lips twitched in amusement. "Looks like you're the one who needs to relax. You’ve got eggs on the floor."

He followed your gaze and groaned. "Okay, so maybe I’m not the best at this, but it’s the thought that counts, right?"

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking your head as you grabbed a towel to help him clean up. "It’s definitely the thought that counts."

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Later that day, Changbin suggested a walk by the river. The air was crisp, the sun warming your skin as the two of you strolled side by side. He was uncharacteristically quiet, stealing glances at you every so often as if trying to gauge your mood.

Eventually, he stopped and turned to you. "Y/N, can I say something?"

You looked up at him, surprised by the serious tone in his voice. "Of course."

He took a deep breath, his hands fidgeting nervously at his sides. "I’ve been thinking a lot about what happened. About what I said to you that day. And I need you to know how deeply sorry I am. Not just for the fight, but for how I made you feel."

You opened your mouth to respond, but he held up a hand to stop you.

"Please, let me finish," he said softly. "When I said those things, I wasn’t just angry—I was scared. That figurine, as stupid as it sounds, was something I cherished because it was a reminder of what I could accomplish if I worked hard enough. But I realize now that it doesn’t matter. You’re the one who makes me feel like I can do anything, Y/N. And the fact that I made you feel unimportant… I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself for that."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you listened to his heartfelt confession. "Changbin, you don’t have to keep apologizing. I know you didn’t mean it."

"But I hurt you," he insisted, stepping closer and gently taking your hands in his. "And I don’t ever want to do that again. You’re the most important person in my life, Y/N. I need you to know that."

For a moment, you didn’t say anything, letting his words sink in. Then, you gave him a small smile, squeezing his hands. "I know, Changbin. And I forgive you."

The relief on his face was immediate. He pulled you into a tight embrace, burying his face in your hair. "Thank you," he murmured. "I promise I’ll do better. I’ll always do my best for you."

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True to his word, Changbin worked hard to show you how much you meant to him. He went out of his way to spend quality time together—planning spontaneous movie nights, taking you out to your favorite spots in the city, and even writing a little song for you that he shyly performed one evening when the two of you were curled up on the couch.

The song was simple but beautiful, a melody filled with heartfelt lyrics about love, forgiveness, and cherishing what truly mattered. By the time he finished, you were in tears, and Changbin was smiling sheepishly as he set his guitar down.

"Was it too much?" he asked nervously.

You shook your head, wiping your tears with a laugh. "No, it was perfect. You’re perfect."

He blushed at your words but pulled you into a warm hug, his voice soft as he whispered, "I’m just trying to make sure you never doubt how much I love you again."

And you didn’t.

With time, the wounds from the fight healed completely, replaced by a deeper understanding and love between the two of you. While the broken figurine would always be a memory of that difficult time, it also became a symbol of the strength and growth in your relationship—proof that even after something breaks, it can be rebuilt stronger than before.

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today is my birthday! 🖤🍰

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i made a commemorative collage in my journal for possibly the most chaotic day of the f1 season so far (it hasn’t even started)

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[chao-studios]

Me too little chao. Me too...

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Haunted

charlie mayhew x reader

summary: Charlie seems to be haunting you so you must be haunting him

Charlie and I had once been inseparable, our relationship full of passion and dreams for the future. We spent years together, growing and learning from each other. However, as time went on, our paths began to diverge. We eventually went our separate ways.

Years later, I found myself attending a wedding at a quaint church in a small town. As I entered the church, I was struck by a familiar presence. There, standing at the altar, was Charlie. He was now a priest, his demeanor serene and composed. My heart skipped a beat as memories of our time together flooded back.

After the ceremony, I approached Charlie, feeling a mix of curiosity and old emotions. "Charlie, it's been so long," I said, my voice trembling slightly.

Charlie looked at me, a gentle smile spreading across his face. "Y/n, it's good to see you," he replied warmly. Despite the years and the changes in our lives, the connection between us was still palpable.

“I’d love to get together, catch up a bit?” I asked. “Me too y/n, meet me here later tonight.” He smiled.

We spent the evening catching up, sharing stories of our separate journeys. While Charlie spoke of his calling to the priesthood and the peace he had found, I couldn't help but notice the familiar glint in his eyes. The feelings we once shared were still there, lingering just beneath the surface.

As we parted ways that night, I couldn't shake the feeling that our story wasn't quite over. And Charlie, though bound by his vows, couldn't deny the unresolved emotions that seeing y/n again had stirred within him.

I couldn't shake the feelings that had been growing inside me. Every time I saw Charlie, my heart would race, and I felt like I was being haunted by my own emotions. We stole glances at each other whenever we thought no one was looking, our eyes meeting with a mix of longing and regret.

Charlie felt it too. As a priest, he knew he could never act on the feelings he had for y/n. It was a constant battle between his duty and his heart. He found himself thinking about her more than he should, each stolen glance only deepening the ache inside him.

We both knew it was impossible. Our roles in life meant we could never be together, and yet, the connection between us was undeniable. It was as if our were two souls destined to be apart, forever haunted by what could never be.

One evening, after everyone had left the church, I found myself alone with Charlie. The silence between us was heavy, filled with unspoken words and emotions. I finally gathered the courage to speak.

"Charlie, we need to talk about this," I said softly, my voice trembling slightly. "We can't keep pretending these feelings don't exist."

Charlie looked at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and longing. "Y/n, I know. Believe me, I know. But what can we do? I'm a priest now, and you're... well, you're you. We can't be together."

I took a deep breath, fighting back tears. "I know it's impossible, but it's tearing me apart. I can't stop thinking about you, and every time we're together, it feels like we're haunting each other with what we can't have."

Charlie stepped closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's the same for me. Every glance, every moment we share, it just makes it harder. But we have to be strong. We have to let go, for both our sakes."

We stood there, the weight of our words hanging in the air. It was a painful realization, but they both knew it was the truth. Despite the deep connection we felt, we could never be together. The only thing we could do was try to move on, even if it meant living with the ghost of what might have been.

Charlie found himself in a whirlwind of emotions as he stood with y/n under the soft glow of the windows in the church. All he could think about was how close she was, how her eyes sparkled when she laughed, and how her lips looked so inviting.

Before he knew it, he leaned in and kissed her. It was meant to be a brief, gentle kiss, but the moment their lips touched, something ignited within him. He tried to pull away, to regain his composure, but he couldn't. The warmth of her kiss, the way she responded, made it impossible to stop.

I seemed to feel the same way, my hands finding their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer. Every time he thought he should stop, the connection between us grew stronger, more intense. It was as if the world around us had disappeared, leaving only the two of us in this perfect, endless moment.

Finally, when we did break apart, Charlie was breathless, his heart pounding in his chest. He looked into my eyes, seeing the same mix of surprise and desire reflected back at him. "I... I didn't mean to... I just couldn't stop," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper.

I smiled, my cheeks flushed. "I didn't want you to," I replied softly, and in that instant, Charlie knew that this was just the beginning of something incredible.

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A Victory for Love

Lando Norris x reader

The Miami Grand Prix was abuzz with excitement as Formula 1 fans from around the world gathered to witness the thrilling race unfold. Among the throngs of spectators stood Lando Norris, the charismatic McLaren driver, and his wife, Y/N, cradling their 10-month-old son, Jack.

It was a special day for the Norris family, not just because Lando was competing in one of the most prestigious races of the season, but because it marked Jack's first time attending a Formula 1 event. As Y/N held Jack close, she couldn't help but feel a surge of pride knowing that her son was about to witness his daddy in action, even if he was too young to understand the significance.

As the race commenced, the roar of engines filled the air, and the cars sped around the track with lightning speed. Y/N held Jack up to the fence, his wide eyes filled with wonder as he watched the colorful cars zoom by.

Lando, focused and determined behind the wheel, pushed himself to the limit, his skills honed through years of dedication and passion for the sport. With each passing lap, he inched closer to the front of the pack, his sights set on the coveted first place.

As the final laps approached, tension mounted among the spectators, their eyes glued to the track as Lando battled fiercely for the lead. And then, in a breathtaking display of skill and precision, he crossed the finish line in first place, the checkered flag waving triumphantly above him.

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, but amidst the cacophony of noise, Lando's attention was drawn to the fence where Y/N stood, Jack nestled in her arms. With a wide grin, he made his way over to them, his heart bursting with pride and joy.

Y/N beamed up at him, her eyes sparkling with love. "You did it, Lando! We're so proud of you!"

Lando leaned in to press a kiss to her lips before turning his attention to Jack, who gazed up at his daddy with wide, curious eyes. Gently, Lando reached out to ruffle Jack's hair, a tender smile gracing his lips.

"Hey there, little man," Lando cooed, his voice filled with warmth. "Did you see Daddy win? That's for you, buddy."

Jack giggled in response, his chubby cheeks dimpling with delight as he reached out to grab Lando's finger. It was a moment of pure happiness, shared between father and son in front of an adoring crowd.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the Miami skyline, the Norris family stood together, basking in the glow of victory and the boundless love that filled their hearts. And in that moment, they knew that no matter what the future held, they would always be each other's greatest champions.