#Interpol wants him💀💀

[theresamouseinmyhouse]

every day i think about tim drake being an international art thief wanted by interpol in the rr comics and i think about the sheer volume of comedy that could potentially have

[xxplastic-cubexx]

need a comic book wrapped or something so i can reflect on how obsessive i was

[kenniesf1]

people we meet on vacation (pt. 2) | OP81

masterlist part 1

pairing: oscar piastri x singer!reader (smau!)

summary: oscar and his childhood best friend, whose families always vacationed together, haven't seen each other in forever. maybe the f1 2025 season summer break is the time for them to rekindle?

tropes: friends to lovers, fluff, angst, social media + written, based loosely off of people we meet on vacation by emily henry

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deuxmoi Formula 1 McLaren driver Oscar Piastri spotted with singer/songwriter Yn Ln sitting outside of a club in Copenhagen, Denmark. The two were seen sharing a cigarette.

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user1 you're not being additive, you're being REPETITIVE

user8 i can't take this anymore LET ME OUTTTTT

user30 love the amount of all caps texts here

user31 we're in the trenches 🫠

user32 ofc they're outside the club

user33 ya like oscar would not be caught dead in a club

user34 every photo i see of them makes me want to jump off a bridge

user35 in a good or bad way?

user36 it's ynoscar, it's in BOTH ways

user37 idk which one of them i want to be more

user38 pls freaky friday with one of them so you can make them start dating 🙏

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oscarpiastri to portofino!

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user39 oscar in his photography era!

user40 bruh why does everything have to be about yn, what a fucking social climber 💀

user2 they've been friends since they were kids 😅

lando you never take aesthetic photos with ME

user4 ynoscar!!!!

user1 atp im just living off the crumbs

user41 learned helplessness

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yn.jpg portofino has a special place in my heart 🫶

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kimiantonelli portofino is in italy 🇮🇹

georgerussell63 ignore him, he just finished geography class

user44 GUYS THEY BOTH USED THE HEART HANDS EMOJI, DOES THAT MEAN ANYTHING

user45 bro must be new to ynoscar bc nothing means anything 😖

alexandrasaintmleux pretty view, pretty girl!!!!

user16 she stole oscar's comment lol

yn.jpg i miss youuuuu

lanadelrey you're a vision

yn.jpg let's not talk about me, LET'S TALK ABOUT WHEN THE NEW ALBUM IS DROPPING

user46 guys no oscar photo in this post OR in the last one abt copenhagen 😰

user47 yall probably scared them off with the ynoscar bs

user48 everything's fine, they referenced each other on oscar's story

liamlawson was this place in cars 2?

charles_leclerc no that was a fictional city called porto corsa

lewishamilton how do YOU know that

lando i have learned that silence sometimes is louder than words

user29 you're using words rn

oscarpiastri buongiorno 👋

user49 THEY'RE BEING SO DRY GUYS WE MIGHT'VE BROKEN THEM

yn.jpg osc you're in the toilet right now

oscarpiastri yk what they say about snitches

yn.jpg they're talented and beautiful and lovely and cool 😎

july 16th, 2025 - 14:19

yn had made it a point that she just had to find good lemonade in portofino. oscar didn't know why--most of the things she did weren't based in general necessity so much as necessity to have fun--so he didn't try to put up a fight, opting to lie in their hotel room with the air conditioning on. the second he had heard the door close behind yn, he jumped up, turning over on his stomach and scrambled for his phone.

"pastry!" answered lando after two and a half rings. "what can i do for you on this lovely sunday?"

"what the fuck is a ynoscar?" asked the aussie, saying the final word quietly, as if he were being watched by interpol. "i've been seeing it all over the internet and i think you're the only one that's online enough. also you seem like you'd care the least."

lando feigned insulted, putting his hand to his chest. "i care a lot," he said.

"okay then," oscar sighed, remembering why he didn't normally go to his teammate for help, "you'd make fun of me the least."

"also not true," lando smiled. "mate, do you even know me?"

"lando, what the fuck is a ynoscar?" he reiterated, itching his neck anxiously. yn's particular talents included a knack for finding things quickly. that's why, as kids, they never played hide-and-seek.

"okay, so before i explain the ynoscar lore," joked lando, clearly having a great time with this already, "i need to know how much internet speak you are versed in. do you know what a ship is, old man?" oscar rolled his eyes. "i'll take that as a yes."

"basically, ynoscar is what fans of you and yn, who think you're dating, call that would-be relationship," he explained. simultaneously, oscar felt overwhelmed at the idea of people around the world rooting for a relationship he, who was actually in it, couldn't fully understand and underwhelmed due to the brief nature of lando's explanation.

"and why were you tweeting about it?"

"danny thought it would be funny."

"i'm bombing danny's farm next time i'm in perth," oscar said, running a hand through his hair.

"why are you asking me about this, oscar? why now?"

the truth was that he really didn't know. somehow, this change between him and yn had come in one fast-paced rush while also being a long time coming. he didn't know why he looked at her like that. why she made him feel fucking strange. there was that word again.

"no reason," he said, clearing his throat. "hattie's been weird about it. thanks for the help." before lando could say anything else--and it seemed he was about to--oscar ended the call and the hotel door swung open.

"score!" yelled yn, holding two glasses of lemonade.

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oscarpiastri nice lemonade, right yn.jpg?

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user46 oscar woke up and picked aesthetic

user49 mclaren have a new head of social media 😭

user3 show us yn 🔫

user50 these yn fans are literally insufferable, go look at her posts and leave oscar alone

user3 bro saying oscar as if he knows him and doesn't actually just have a parasocial relationship 🤓

mclaren Petition to have a Portofino Grand Prix

scuderiaferrari Please, give us more home races

mercedes no.

user51 does toto run the merc account 😂

yn.jpg it better have been nice, i broke a flipflop for it

oscarpiastri you sacrifice so much for me 🥹

nicolepiastri Who taught you how to be a photographer?

oscarpiastri Yn

user50 oh my god shut uppppppppppp about that whore

user1 why so much yn hate in these comments

yn.jpg girl tell me about it

user1 OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU

logansargeant oscar you promised you'd bring me sorbet

oscarpiastri logan they serve GELATO here

yukitsunoda did you take my camera?

oscarpiastri ...no

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yn.jpg felt like a bit of a narcissist, so, when in rome, this post is mainly me :)

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maxverstappen1 stop letting yn make jokes liked by author

oscarpiastri i took the first photo, might be the best thing i've ever done

mclaren you're leading the driver's championship???

oscarpiastri did i stutter

user1 HE DIDN'T FUCKING STUTTER

user52 they actually have my heart, i sold it

kikagomes i'm breaking up with pierre to be with youuuu

yn.jpg yes 🥰

pierregasly no 🥰

lewishamilton had to log in to tell you the fits are fire

yn.jpg who needs vogue's approval when you have lewis hamilton's?

oscarpiastri i still think "rome-ing around with osc" was a better caption

yn.jpg so i'm not the only narcissist today huh

user9 i fear this is the end of the road for me, i can't deal anymore

gracieabrams "close to you" was written abt yn

user53 funny. does that mean oscar wrote it?

gracieabrams maybe 🤔

conangray diva italiano

yn.jpg that's not grammatically correct 🤡

july 18th, 2025 - 11:09

rome wasn't on the list. it was in the red journal, somewhere in the later pages. yn had intended for them to visit when they were old and could be that idealized old couple that everyone wanted to be or be related to. it was meant to be portofino then milan and then bye bye italy. but oscar had insisted.

"it'll be like our own ocean's twelve," he explained, combining his knowledge of her film interests with those wide brown eyes, "except without all the theft. unless you wanna do that."

that's why the two of them were standing in a small hotel in the center of the city, sharing a fredo espresso as they waited for the clerk. their whole trip had been planned down to the shoes they would wear and now there was a whole new city they had to make time for. yn didn't mind, but oscar insisted, "i wanted to come here so, please, let me care about the logistics."

as they waited in the lobby, yn pretended not to be noticing the occasional glance that oscar would send her way, reaching for the coffee without looking at him. a part of her knew he was being normal--he'd always looked at her a lot. but there was that paranoia that had existed since she was a kid: he knows.

"i need food," she announced. "can you get the hotel room and just text me? i might die if i don't get some gelato right now." it was noticeable that oscar knew she was lying, his eyes were glossy and lips pursed. but he let her go.

...

oscar was a lot of things. nice, funny, smart, pretty, kind. he was very, very bad at negotiating. maybe negotiating was the wrong word. he was very bad at explaining to hotel managers that he and his best friend were actually not dating and needed a room with two beds and not one.

he paced around the quaint room, getting a stomach ache every time he saw the large bed. oh is the only way to describe how he felt. that all too familiar drop.

a knock sounded from the door. "osc!" yn's voice rang, the excitement noticeable. must mean she brought me gelato too, he thought to himself. as he opened the door and proved himself right, oscar couldn't help the smile appearing on his face. "here you go. lemon." the girl pushed past him to enter the room and suddenly smiling didn't seem all that appealing.

he only had the time for one lick before, "why is there one bed?"

"yeah, about that," he replied, walking over toward her. "the manager lady thought we were dating and said we looked 'so cute'"--he imitated the manager's excitement with his hands--"that she had to give us her best available room. now, best sounds great, but it did have just one bed and... i don't know, i felt like shit correcting her."

yn blinked. oscar blinked. it took a drip of gelato on the creaky floors for them to snap out of the trance that was eye contact. "it's fine," yn said, voice strained so slightly that only oscar would be able to tell. "we can share. we've shared before!" she did her very best to brush it off, not act like her skin was on fire from just the thought of sleeping next to him.

"yeah, that's what i thought," he agreed, feeling a weight lifted off his chest, "best friends can share beds."

"yeah."

"yeah."

"yeah."

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deuxmoi Photographed, Formula 1 driver Oscar Piastri and singer Yn Ln having a romantic moment in Rome. The two are currently vacationing together throughout Europe.

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july 18th, 2025 - 23:54

it was late. it was hot. the rome air was practically sticking to oscar's skin. well, it might've been hot. it's not like he was going to notice anyway. in fact, the windows to the hotel room were open and letting a cool breeze in. only, oscar couldn't tell the heat was coming from the girl next to him. it was all in his head.

yn had fallen asleep in seconds. after a wondrous day, full of great pasta and amazing sights and even a few fan encounters, she was understandably tired. on their walk back to the hotel, her sandals dragged against the cobblestones, leading oscar to put his arm under hers and shoulder a bit of that tiredness himself. she didn't say thank you--he didn't even care--but it was all worth it for that look. that god forsaken look.

yn's eyes had met his a million times over in their lifetimes. as kids, sharing a glance after they broke a vase. as teenagers, trying not to laugh as a high school professor said a funny words. as adults, attempting to hide that they were staring by making it seem silly. it wasn't silly.

watching her hair, all messed up over her forehead, and hearing her snores, loud and unashamed and her made him realize what he should've realized years ago: they weren't friends.

well, they were. that wasn't the best phrasing. they were friends, but oscar would spend his pennies in fountains and 11:11s on changing that. friend seemed like it never really did fully comprehend the connection between them. yn had been there for everything. when his friends left, when his family was fighting, when the pressure of being in formula 1 and being in the spotlight was too much. no smile of hers wasn't kind and helpful, no crease in her brow wasn't beautiful and desired, no moment of her time was deserved or unearned.

he wanted to let this happen. to wake her up right this moment and confess his recently discovered feelings in a film-like speech. he wanted to give her eternity to write about. but at the same time he was thinking about how good she was to him, he was thinking about how good she was to him.

he was only twenty-four. he had years and years left, probably consisting of challenges unlike the ones he'd ever faced before. and oscar piastri had a penchant for messing things up. how could he get through anything, much less the rest of his life, without her? if he were to get things wrong, he wouldn't be losing a potential love, he would be losing a friend.

and for those reasons, oscar piastri could never fall for her.

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[oscinhaslandito]

Could you please write something with Lando when you’re Bradley Coopers daughter and you met Lando during an Grand Prix and have been dating for a few months and now it’s time for him too meet you’re dad for the first time and as you get ready you sense that he’s nervous you saw it on his face when you told him that you have a dinner at youre fathers house with him and his girlfriend Gigi. You’re dad wanted to meet him as soon as he found out that you dated someone but Lando had some grace period with the season but no that the season came to an end he has no other chance you’re not particularly concerned about you’re dad you told Lando as long as he doesn’t say anything against the Eagles he will be fine. Lando and you got caught up in a little make out session which almost ended in you being late. As it turns out Landos concerns where groundless after some introducings you’re dad gets dinner ready and god bless Gigi for being such an sweetheart for asking him questions about his family and F1 too get him comfortable. Later the evening when you talk with Gigi she tells you that if Lea and Khai get too meet him they will undoubtedly love him and you can’t help but smile you saw him with his nieces and it’s just too easy too imagine him with you’re sister and Gigi’s daughter it would be so much fun you tell her if they ever need an babysitter they know who to call and as you look at her bright grin you know that you probably got yourself in trouble there.Much love❤️

omg anon aaaaahhhhh this request is too good!!!!! omg i haven't had a request in so long also gurl the vision?? omg adorbs i hope this is what you were looking for. even took the day off from uni for ya (priorities💀). anyways hope you like it. i had so much fun writing it. enjoy!!♥♥

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader (y/n cooper, daughter of that bradley cooper) word count: 3.7k

The First Time She Met Him…

The sun was way too bright for someone who'd been up since 7 a.m. on a media tour. Y/N Cooper tugged her cap lower over her sunglasses as she slipped into the chaos of the paddock. Her dad was in Monaco for some actor-y event, and she’d somehow gotten talked into attending a Grand Prix. Alone. With zero idea what Formula One actually was besides “hot guys in fast cars.”

She wasn’t expecting the loud engines, the way the air buzzed with electricity, the sea of orange-clad fans holding up weird signs like “MCLANDO 4EVER” and “MARRY ME, NORRIS 😘.”

She definitely wasn’t expecting him.

Lando Norris — sweaty, grinning, race suit tied around his waist, curls an actual crime against humanity — nearly crashed into her while jogging toward the garage.

“Oh, sorry—! Didn’t see you there.”

She looked up, caught the breathless smile, blinked like a confused deer, and blurted, “You look like you’ve just finished running from the law.”

He laughed. Actually I laughed. “I mean… kinda. These engineers are scarier than Interpol.”

She had no clue what that meant, but his voice was warm and his eyes sparkled and—okay, damn it, she was interested.

“You’re American, huh?” he asked, tugging at the towel slung over his shoulder.

“You’re British, right?” she shot back. “We can both identify accents. Yay us.”

“Feisty. I like it.”

She tilted her head, clearly amused. “I’m not flirting with you. Just so we’re clear.”

“Shame,” he replied with a grin, “because I totally am.”

Weeks Later…

He DM’d her that same night. 

| didn’t get your name. not very gentlemanly of me.

She couldn’t believe the text he just sent.

| you’re literally dming me and you didn’t catch my name?real smooth dude.🙄 

Even with Lando’s rocky start, they started texting. Just casually. Memes turned into late-night calls. Her face lit up on his screen more often than not. It didn’t take long before she was sneaking into races just to see him. No paddock passes. No press. Just her in the background, always in a hoodie two sizes too big and a smirk that drove him insane.

It happened in Silverstone.

Not on the podium. Not in front of the fans. But in a back hallway behind the garage, just after he’d come P3. His race suit was zipped up to his waist, curls damp, energy buzzing through him like a live wire. She was waiting, leaned against a wall, arms crossed like she hadn’t been holding her breath the entire final lap.

He reached her in three strides and pulled her into a hug before she could even say hi.

“You were amazing,” she murmured into his shoulder.

“You came.”

“Wouldn’t miss it. Even if I’m still figuring out what different color flags mean.”

He chuckled, pulled back, looked at her like he was thinking too hard. She raised a brow. “What?”

“I’ve been thinking,” he started.

“Dangerous.”

“I want to call you my girlfriend.”

She blinked.

He panicked.

“I mean—not just call you that. I want you to be that. Like—would you be okay with that? With me? And the whole circus that comes with it? Because I don’t want this to be some casual, stupid thing. Not with you.”

Y/N stared at him. Long enough for him to shift uncomfortably and almost take it back.

But then she smiled. Soft, real, Hollywood-girl-in-love kind of smile.

“Lando Norris, are you asking me to go official behind the McLaren garage in a sweaty race suit?”

He flushed. “Yes?”

She pulled him in by the collar and kissed him.

“Good. Because I was getting very tired of calling you my ‘friend’ when my dad asks who I’m texting at 3 a.m.”

Cut to the present day…

Lando had known this day was coming — like a slow-approaching DRS zone you couldn’t avoid even if you slammed the brakes. Ever since Bradley Cooper had found out his daughter was dating someone, the clock had been ticking. Not loudly, not in an aggressive "I’m gonna kill him" kind of way — no, Bradley was too smooth for that. It was subtler. An arched brow when Y/N laughed at her phone. A pointed, “Is that him?” whenever Lando’s name popped up on the screen. The kind of tone that said I’m not mad. I just have questions. And maybe a shotgun.

Lando had been given a temporary grace period, courtesy of the relentless F1 calendar. Races, press, simulator work — all valid, all real, all conveniently spread out across continents that made meeting your girlfriend’s Oscar-nominated father logistically... complicated. But now, with the season over and the last trophy handed out, Lando had run out of places to hide.

“You’ll be fine,” Y/N had said, curled up next to him on the couch, legs tangled with his like it was the most natural thing in the world. “He’s chill. I swear. Just don’t say anything bad about the Eagles, and you’ll survive.”

Lando had blinked at her. “The band?”

She laughed so hard she almost fell off the couch. “The football team, Norris. Philadelphia Eagles. You slander them, you die.”

So, here they were, getting ready for potentially the most important dinner of Lando’s life.

The bathroom mirror reflected Y/N’s focus as she adjusted her dress for the fifth time, a leopard print that hugged her figure in all the right ways, falling just below the knee. She was so casually stunning that it was borderline unfair. Her hair was in soft waves, effortless like she didn’t care that every strand seemed to fall exactly how it should. It wasn’t even the dress that had Lando’s blood rushing; it was the way she moved — the little twirl of her fingers as she checked her lipstick in the mirror, the way her eyes fluttered as she brushed a stray hair behind her ear.

Lando, who was just in the other room pulling on his jacket, couldn’t help but watch. He knew he was being a little obvious, but honestly, at this point, he was beyond trying to hide it. He was looking at her like she was some kind of magic. Like the universe decided to throw all its best creations into one person, and she was standing there in front of him.

She turned, catching him staring, and gave him a playful raise of her eyebrow.

"What?" she asked, her voice low, teasing.

He blinked rapidly like he’d been caught in some forbidden act. "Nothing, just... you look..." He paused. Couldn’t quite get the words out. "Incredible."

Her lips curled into a smile. “You think so?”

His eyes darted down to her lips before snapping back up to her eyes. “I think... I think I’m gonna have a hard time leaving this room.”

Her smile faltered for a second, a flash of mischief dancing behind her gaze. “Oh? How come?”

He stepped closer, his lips twitching like he was trying not to smile himself. “Because this,” he gestured to her, his hand hovering like it wanted to reach out but was fighting the urge, “is pretty much everything I’ve ever wanted in front of me.”

Y/N’s breath hitched just a little. Lando, the world-famous race car driver, was standing in front of her, looking at her like she was the only thing that mattered, and... God, did it make her heart skip.

Before she could respond, he closed the distance between them, his hand brushing against her waist, and suddenly the air felt thick, like a storm was brewing but neither of them was willing to acknowledge it.

“Baby... we’re gonna be late,” she murmured, her voice thick with something else.

But it was too late.

He kissed her. Just one simple, gentle kiss that felt like an electric jolt to the chest. No more words, no more hesitation — just a soft brush of lips that made everything else feel unimportant. But it didn’t stop there. His hand slid around her waist, pulling her closer, his lips pressing a little harder against hers, and God, he couldn’t stop himself. The tension, that irresistible, magnetic pull between them was too much.

Y/N didn’t try to pull away either. In fact, she melted into him, her fingers trailing up his chest as she deepened the kiss, a slight hum of pleasure escaping her throat. It was just a kiss, just one... but it felt like so much more.

Her hand slid up to his neck, her nails lightly grazing the skin beneath his shirt, sending a shiver down his spine. He gripped her tighter, his lips moving against hers with urgency, the sound of their kissing soft in the otherwise quiet room. They weren’t thinking about the dinner, or Gigi Hadid waiting, or Bradley Cooper being possibly the most intimidating man to meet — all they cared about was the magnetic connection they couldn’t pull away from.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing heavy, faces flushed, eyes wide.

"Okay," she said between breaths, “I guess we really can’t be late now, can we?”

Lando let out a breathy laugh. “That was your fault,” he said, his voice low and teasing.

“Me? You’re the one who couldn’t keep his hands off me!” she shot back with a grin.

Y/N stood at the bathroom mirror again, now less goddess and more hot mess — her lipstick was thoroughly smudged, her gloss gone rogue, and her once-perfect curls? One side was doing some tragic post-make-out limp thing. She gasped when she caught sight of herself.

“Lando Norris, look what you did to me!”

From behind her, he leaned in, arms circling her waist, chin resting on her shoulder like he hadn’t just spent the last five minutes being an absolute menace to society. His smile was shameless.

“You’re welcome,” he murmured, lips brushing her neck.

She slapped his hand away with a huff, trying to stay focused as she reached for her makeup bag. “No. No. I’m not showing up to dinner with Gigi Hadid looking like I just rolled out of your bed.”

“I mean... we could just go back to bed,” he offered, nuzzling into her neck again, the audacity of this man. “Reschedule. Rain check. I’ll email Gigi. Or DM. Something professional.”

Y/N groaned, dabbing at her mouth with a makeup wipe. “You’re lucky you’re hot.”

He grinned. “So are you. Devastatingly.”

She tried to reapply her lipstick with trembling fingers, his hands now casually wandering — purely innocent, totally coincidental contact, obviously. She looked at him through the mirror.

“You touch my hips one more time and I swear we’re going to be fashionably late in a way that involves me fake texting my dad ‘Sorry, food poisoning.’”

He looked unbothered. “He’d probably understand. We can tell him it was shellfish. Or my fault.”

“It is your fault!”

“Exactly. And wouldn’t it be tragic,” he whispered, lips brushing the shell of her ear, “if you ruined that beautiful dress... in bed?”

She froze mid-mascara.

“Lando Norris, we’re meeting my father in twenty minutes!”

He leaned in, smirking, voice low and cocky, “I can work fast.”

She groaned again, turning around and pushing him back toward the bedroom door, palm on his chest. “Out. Out. Out. I need ten uninterrupted minutes to de-sexify myself.”

“Impossible,” he said with a wink, holding his hands up in surrender but walking backward out of the bathroom like he was being dragged away by security. “You can’t turn off that kind of hot.”

She shut the door in his face. “Go iron your shirt, menace.”

They were a little late, but they didn’t care. Lando kissed her one more time, just a quick peck, before taking her hand, leading her to the door. Because no matter how much time they lost to their tension, they knew they’d never regret that stolen moment.

Lando was driving, hands suspiciously steady on the wheel considering the absolute chaos they’d just escaped from. Y/N sat beside him, legs crossed tightly, trying not to spiral. Her lipstick had been fixed, her hair re-curled in record time, and she’d even managed to touch up her highlighter like a pro. But her neck still had that faint heat to it, and every time she glanced in the mirror, she swore she could see kiss aftermath energy radiating off her.

And Lando? This man was way too smug for someone about to meet Bradley freaking Cooper.

“You good?” he asked, not looking at her, but with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“You nearly made us an hour late,” she hissed, smoothing down her dress for the third time. “I have setting powder in my cleavage right now, Lando.”

He chuckled, soft and low. “Worth it.”

“You’re impossible,” she muttered, cheeks still warm.

As they turned into the long, absurdly elegant driveway of the Cooper residence — and yes, it had an actual gate code, she entered it like she’d done it a thousand times before — the nerves really hit her. Gigi’s car was already parked outside. There were lights on inside. People were home.

Lando, suddenly a little less cocky, sat up straighter. He ran a hand through his hair and glanced at her.

“Okay. Just to confirm — no trash talk about the Eagles. Anything else I should avoid?”

Y/N turned to him, deadpan. “No, just keep talking good about them. And for the love of God, don’t flirt with Gigi accidentally, because she’s genetically engineered to be ethereal and you have no self-control.”

He looked mildly offended. “I have some self-control.”

She arched a brow. “You tried to seduce me with my own lipstick fifteen minutes ago.”

He grinned again, looking out the window. “Okay, fair.”

The car stopped.

Silence.

They sat there for a beat too long. Y/N let out a breath. “Ready?”

Lando nodded, but his voice was soft. “I just really want him to like me.”

And suddenly she wasn’t teasing anymore. She reached over, squeezing his hand.

“He’ll like you,” she said, voice gentler. “Because I love you.”

Their eyes met. He gave a tiny smile — the real kind, the one that didn’t try to be cool or cocky. “Okay. Let’s go meet the legend.”

They stepped out of the car, the night air cool against their skin. Y/N fixed the collar of his shirt like a mom at a school recital and whispered one last thing as they reached the door.

“If he asks why we were late…”

“Traffic,” Lando nodded seriously.

“Heavy traffic.”

“Like, six-car-pileup levels.”

The door swung open to reveal Bradley Cooper in the most Bradley Cooper fit possible — soft grey henley, navy joggers, barefoot, holding a wine glass like he was both the host and the afterparty. Behind him, Gigi Hadid padded into view in what could only be described as a cloud disguised as a cashmere matching set. Her hair was in a bun, she looked like a Pinterest board, and somehow she glowed. Disrespectful.

“You two are late,” Bradley said, raising an eyebrow and a glass in greeting. “Traffic?”

Lando, trying to be on his best behavior, nodded with all the sincerity of a man absolutely not thinking about making out in the hallway mirror ten minutes ago. “Yes, sir. Bad traffic. All the way through Beverly Hills.”

“Brutal,” Bradley said, already turning and walking back into the house like he was just commenting on the weather. “We started without you. Hope you don’t mind.”

Gigi waved. “Hey Y/N. Hey Lando. I opened the merlot. Your dad’s on glass number two, so you’re probably safe for the next hour.”

Y/N laughed, shooting Lando a see? told you so look as they stepped into the house. Lando was taking it all in — the modern decor, the subtle Oscar shelf in the corner (casual), the vintage guitars on the wall. It was the kind of house that said “I’ve made it,” but also “I surf sometimes.”

Bradley gestured to the living room. “Make yourselves at home. Food’s on the way. I ordered from that Chinese place you like, Y/N. I figured I’d play nice.”

Y/N grinned, flopping onto the couch like she owned the place. Lando sat next to her, just a little too upright.

“So, Lando,” Bradley said, sitting opposite them and crossing one ankle over his knee. “You any good at darts?”

Lando blinked. “Uh, yeah? I mean, I’m decent—"

“Great. Loser does the dishes.”

Y/N cackled as Gigi passed Lando a glass of wine and patted his shoulder.

“Don’t worry. He’s just messing with you. Also, he’s really bad at darts.”

Lando finally exhaled a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding and leaned back into the couch, letting his fingers brush against Y/N’s. Okay. He could do this. It wasn’t a formal dinner. No speeches, no glares. Just darts, good Chinese food, and the coolest dad in America casually evaluating if his daughter’s boyfriend was worthy.

“So,” Bradley said, sipping his wine with a smirk, “tell me, Lando. Do you follow the Eagles?”

The conversation flows smoothly. But, turns out Lando’s really bad at hand eye coordination.

Dinner had arrived in sleek, eco-friendly takeout containers, all artfully arranged like a lifestyle blog photo. 

As it turns out, Lando’s nerves were wildly overestimated. His deep-rooted, soul-consuming panic about disappointing Bradley Cooper evaporated somewhere between his even worse skills than himself and the dad jokes that he was cracking.

Y/N was already stealing bites from Lando’s plate like it was her birthright, and Bradley was elbow-deep in Kung Pao chicken, cracking one-liners like he was hosting Hot Ones.

But it was Gigi — ethereal, barefoot, sipping her wine like a goddess — who really set the tone.

“So, Lando,” she began, propping her chin on her hand, “Y/N tells me, you have a brother and two sisters, right? Does your family still live in the UK?”

Lando blinked, slightly stunned by the fact that Gigi Hadid knew about him. “Yeah! Yeah, they’re back in the UK. We moved around a bit when I was a kid, but—uh, yeah.”

Gigi smiled. “I watched Drive to Survive. You’re quite funny.”

Lando flushed slightly, a small grin spreading across his face. “Thank you.”

Bradley glanced at Gigi with a smirk. “She did her homework. She’s been prepping for this dinner like it’s a Vogue cover story.”

“I just don’t want him to feel like he’s being grilled,” Gigi shrugged, passing Lando the bottle of wine like they were old friends. “F1’s intense enough.”

Y/N beamed. She squeezed Lando’s knee under the table, and his hand instinctively found hers, giving it a gentle squeeze back. His shoulders had dropped a full inch since they walked through the door. The tension in his jaw? Gone. The panicked thoughts of “what if he hates me” and “what if I accidentally say Verstappen instead of Eagles” were now replaced with “I think Bradley Cooper just laughed at my joke” and “Gigi Hadid thinks I’m cool.”

By the time dessert — a chocolate cake that had zero business being that good — rolled around, Lando was chatting away about life on the paddock, what team meetings were like, and the chaotic energy of being on the road nine months out of the year.

Bradley was listening. Gigi was sipping. Y/N was glowing.

“You know,” Bradley said, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms. “I get it now.”

Lando raised a brow, fork still mid-air. “Get what?”

“Why she likes you,” Bradley said, totally casual, like he was commenting on the weather. “Takes someone pretty grounded to survive that world and still be this… decent.”

And just like that, Lando’s brain short-circuited.

Y/N smiled into her water glass, pretending she wasn’t melting from how soft Lando looked at that moment.

“Also helps that you didn’t talk crap about the Eagles,” Bradley added with a wink.

The dinner plates were stacked, the wine glasses gathered, and soft jazz floated through the living room as Y/N and Gigi slipped into the kitchen with practiced ease. It was a quiet sort of comfort — the kind that came from shared girlhood and a few glasses of very good red.

Gigi hummed as she rinsed a plate, tossing a grin Y/N’s way.

“So… he’s kind of perfect.”

Y/N snorted, leaning against the counter with a sponge in one hand and a dopey smile on her face. “He’s really not. He leaves socks everywhere and eats spring rolls at 1 a.m. like it’s a religion.”

“Okay, but still,” Gigi said, nudging her hip. “You hit the jackpot. He’s sweet, respectful, clearly obsessed with you — and did you see the way he handled your dad?”

Y/N let out a laugh. “Handled is a strong word. He nearly combusted when Dad brought up the Eagles.”

Gigi smiled, more fond than amused. “He’s a good one, Y/N. If Lea and Khai ever get to meet him… oh, those girls would adore him.”

That stopped Y/N in her tracks — not in a dramatic way, just enough to let it sink in. She had seen it before: Lando crouching down to sign little race flags, letting tiny fans try on his cap, giving his niece piggyback rides around the garden. And now she was picturing it again — this time with her baby sister giggling on his shoulders, and Khai braiding daisies into his curls while he pretended he was being held hostage.

She blinked back the soft rush of warmth.

“They’d love him,” she said, quieter this time. “And honestly… if you ever need a babysitter, you know who to call. Lando’s a total natural.”

Gigi raised a brow. “Not you?”

Y/N laughed, handing her the last plate. “Me too. But you’ve seen that man’s face — if he asked a toddler to do a backflip, they’d try.”

Gigi giggled, flicking water at her. “So true. He’s got the Disney prince effect.”

Out in the living room, Bradley’s voice rang out.

“Norris! You can’t leave until I win one round, man. I don’t care if it takes all night!”

Lando’s laugh followed, warm and boyish and entirely at home.

Y/N and Gigi shared a look. No words. Just one of those girl-to-girl, I-see-you kind of glances.And in that moment, with the sink full of bubbles and their hearts full of something even warmer, Y/N realized… maybe she had hit the jackpot after all.

guys reqs are always open!! please feel free to drop one for your favorite driver. always happy to write♥♥

[legendary-69420]

☆o( F1 Grid Gone Wild : The Mystery of the Missing Driver )o☆

Genre: Humor, Friendship, Lighthearted F1 Fanfic Warnings: none I guess

a/n : This is part 5 of the series (You can also read it without reading any previous part). This is not the part of my story racing hearts but is another AU for my character. Hope you enjoy it. _________________________________________________

🏎️ Group Chat Name: "WHERE IS MARK???" 🏎️

[8:45 AM]

Carlos: Guys. Oscar: ? Lando: ? Yuki: What now. Carlos: Has anyone seen Mark? Max: No, why? Carlos: He’s not answering his phone. Charles: Maybe he’s sleeping, relax. Carlos: He’s not at home. Oscar: …what? Lando: ??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE’S NOT HOME. Yuki: NOT FUNNY, CARLOS.

[8:50 AM]

Carlos: I’m being serious. I went to his place this morning, and he’s not there. Oscar: Check Ferrari HQ? Carlos: Already did. Not there either. Yuki: Bro, what. Lando: STOP PLAYING, THIS ISN’T FUNNY. Max: His car keys are still in his apartment?? Carlos: Yup. Yuki: Ok, nah, this is feeling illegal. Oscar: He wouldn’t just leave without telling anyone, right? Carlos: He always leaves a text. Always. Max: Okay. Breathe. Where did you last see him? Carlos: Last night in the drivers' lounge. Lando: We were all there last night. Charles: We all argued with him last night. Max: Oh sh— Yuki: …oh. Oscar: Did we push him too far? Carlos: No, no, Mark’s not like that. Lando: Bro was PISSED last night. Oscar: We ALL made fun of him. Yuki: He called us “a circus of overpaid clowns” and stormed off. Max: And then Lando said “Take your main character complex somewhere else” 😭😭😭 Lando: OKAY BUT I DIDN'T MEAN IT 😭😭😭

[9:00 AM]

Charles: I’m going to the track. Carlos: He’s not there, I already checked. Charles: CHECK AGAIN. Oscar: …Charles? Lando: ?? Max: Bro is already in his car. Carlos: He’s going 200 km/h, guaranteed. Yuki: Ferrari finally moving fast for once. Max: 💀💀💀

[9:10 AM]

Oscar: What if he’s hurt. Yuki: Don’t say that. Carlos: What if he’s with… Rico Levian. Lando: 😳 Yuki: …NOT THE SUPER MODEL. Max: THIS IS NOT THE TIME, CARLOS. Oscar: If he’s with Rico, I’m leaving this chat. Yuki: SAME. Charles: HE’S NOT WITH RICO. Carlos: You sound real sure about that, huh? Max: How do YOU know, Charles? Lando: Sounds like somebody’s jealous. Charles: Shut up.

[9:30 AM]

Carlos: I’m calling his parents. Yuki: NO, DON'T DO THAT. Oscar: His mom will freak out. Lando: Isabella Spencer will have the WHOLE GRID in cuffs. Max: We’ll be on the evening news: “F1 Drivers responsible for rookie disappearance.” Yuki: Charles will get blamed first, 100%. Carlos: True. Charles: SHUT. UP.

[10:00 AM]

Charles: I CAN’T FIND HIM. Lando: 😭😭😭 Max: Ok ok, think, think. Where would he go? Carlos: He’s not at the track. Not at home. Not at HQ. His car is at home. Oscar: He doesn’t like clubs, so he’s not out partying. Yuki: He wouldn’t just disappear like that. Charles: THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT. Lando: 😳 Oscar: 😳 Yuki: 😳 Carlos: …Charles? Charles: You ALL were picking on him. ALL OF YOU. Max: 💀 Bro, YOU were laughing too. Charles: I WASN’T MEAN. Carlos: You called him “Drama King in Monaco” and said, “Go ahead, storm off, nobody’s chasing you.” Lando: "Nobody's chasing you" HAHAHA Charles: STOP LAUGHING. THIS ISN’T FUNNY. Carlos: HE’S LITERALLY GONE AND YOU’RE HAVING A MELTDOWN. Charles: YOU THINK THIS IS A JOKE??? Charles: I CAN’T LOSE HIM. I CAN’T LOSE HIM. Yuki: 😳 Oscar: …uh. Lando: "Lose him" ??? Max: EXCUSE ME?? Carlos: WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT "LOSING" HIM? Yuki: Charles, are you… are you good? Charles: SHUT UP.

[10:30 AM]

Charles: I’m calling the police. Carlos: NO, NO, NO. Max: Bro, NO. Oscar: STOP. Yuki: WE CANNOT HAVE THE POLICE AT FERRARI HQ. Carlos: DO YOU WANT THIS ON TMZ?! Max: I CAN ALREADY SEE THE HEADLINES: "F1 Drivers Can’t Keep Track of Their Teammate.” Oscar: "Ferrari loses another one." Lando: "Mark Spencer, gone but not forgotten." Charles: YOU ARE ALL USELESS. Yuki: Says the guy about to call Interpol.

[10:45 AM]

Mark: ??? Mark: WTF HAPPENED HERE???!?!? Lando: AAAAAAHHHHHHHH Carlos: AIN’T NO WAY. Oscar: THIS BETTER BE A GHOST. Max: WHERE ARE YOU. Yuki: WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN. Mark: Sleeping, bro?? Lando: SLEEPING WHERE?? Max: ARE YOU OKAY?? Carlos: Do you know we were about to call Interpol??? Yuki: I ALREADY DRAFTED A MISSING PERSON POSTER. Oscar: DUDE, WE WERE ABOUT TO CALL YOUR MOM. Mark: Relax, I was in the driver's lounge. Lando: HUH??? Max: WHERE??? Mark: In the corner. I was sleeping in the beanbag chair. Carlos: YOU WERE IN THE ROOM WITH US THE WHOLE TIME???? Oscar: SIR. Yuki: WE WERE LITERALLY IN THAT ROOM. Lando: WE SAT IN THAT ROOM FOR TWO HOURS. Charles: No. No. No. No. No. Mark: Y’all are so loud, I put my phone on silent. Lando: WE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD. Carlos: YOU HAD CHARLES READY TO CALL INTERPOL. Oscar: YOU HAD CHARLES SAYING “I CAN’T LOSE HIM.” Max: YOU HAD US READY TO FIGHT RICO. Charles: I’m blocking you. Mark: Why are you mad 💀💀💀 Charles: I HATE YOU. Carlos: "I CAN’T LOSE HIM, I CAN’T LOSE HIM" Yuki: Bro was two seconds from writing a love letter. Oscar: I’m getting this printed on a hoodie. Lando: Nah, we’re making it the NEW CHAT NAME. 🏎️ Group Chat Name Changed to: "I Can't Lose Him 😭😭😭" 🏎️ Charles: DELETE THIS CHAT. Max: NEVER. Carlos: We are eternal. Oscar: LEGENDARY. Mark: Y’all need help.

[jils-things]

2, 3, 9, 12, and 15 for either one of your pokemon sonas?

HELLO,,, THANK YOU FOR ASK!! i know you said "either" but unfortunately ive answered majority of these questions for both jaide e. and jaide s. so i'm going to pull a random pkmn oc here! say hello to ilynne! here she is!

2. when in canon does your self insert come in? do you have a scene in mind for your entrance?

- ilynne has been around uno.va since the start of bw and she first debuts when she's seen among the crowd listening to ghet.sis' speech about the liberation of pkmn. ilynne is a popular journalist in the media (not really by her face but by her articles) and she's currently very caught up on the team p.lasma agenda since the prequel! she's actually only a side character in the first game because she's not closely associated to most characters yet - until bw.2. she becomes very good friends (and a guardian like figure) to nate and follows him around to help discover the case behind neo team pl.asma! she's also keen on helping out hugh ^^

3. how do the other characters generally feel about your self insert?

- oh she's very friendly! it's very hard to recognize a time where she's mad, it's probably because of her skills as a journalist where she interviews people - her conversational skills are worth to appreciate because she handles any kind of person well! she's very open minded too.

9. who are your self insert’s closest friends?

- this is a perfect question because ilynne is mostly surrounded by her platonics!

so first and foremost, nate. nate is her close friend, met each other at some point within the bw.2 plot! both nate and ilynne have very sweet and happy personalities and it's hard not to bounce off each other with these similar traits - nate adores her, like in a big sister/guardian kinda way and she's always there to help out! they love to eat cas.teliacones together and go biking at the skyarr.ow bridge :3

the next one is looker! looker saw great potential in her as a journalist writing about team pl.asma and sought for her help to hunt down the leaders behind the organization - he promised her a good pay and emphasized that her efforts would be recognized and respected by interpol and she accepted, just to help and fight for uno.va. looker is like her uncle, she likes to be goofy around him and pokes fun when she can, but she's nevertheless a very great help for him

12. how would the fandom view your character?

- definitely those happy go lucky kinda people and meme'd to not recognize imminent danger (that's her token fandom treatment - flanderization, but she's not that stupid 💀) OR the fandom would collectively agree that ilynne adopted nate, reige.n and mob style.

15. how does your self insert play a role in the plot of the story? do they help directly defeat the villain, support the heroes, etc.?

- as mentioned earlier, she would help out a lot in tipping about team pla.sma's schemes. i can also totally see her being the type to try to analyze the characteristics of most of the villains there (ghet.sis, n, col.ress) and she gets to interview n face to face post-game and just ask him how he perceives life after the game's plot. i think they get along well because ilynne tries to give him insight on what's, USUALLY recognized as the common good - something that he was taught wrong the whole time. ilynne and col.ress is definitely a funny case to me because she would absolutely despise him at first since he's associated with the organization but after the team plasm.a collapse, i think they'd. be weirdly friendly. i think its funny that's why im keeping it. i think it was col.ress' philosophy that got her intrigued about him, so that's why she kept in close contact with him. and like all journalists, she wants to uncover and understand

[bisluthq]

Again as the resident 1975 fan I feel the need to chime in again to say I genuinely have no idea where anon is getting this idea abt Matty and Twigs from lol, literally none of it is true. Their relationship wasn't even in the media very much at all because it took place almost entirely during COVID so they were lowkey by force basically and nobody really checks on Matty's relationships aside from 1975 fans. No one cared about their relationship enough to hate on it lmao.

🤷🏻‍♀️💀😩

I don’t think anon cares about reality though. Anon cares about Question being for Harry for reasons she cannot explain to me except that it interpolates OOTW and I guess anon thinks that was a sekrit message to her specifically that it’s about Harry even though anon also acknowledges Taylor rededicates songs. But not ever that song.

guys wait - I’ve been calling anon her and I did think that’s true but what if anon is legit Harry? We know he thought WD is about him and didn’t believe her when she told him it isn’t. Maybe this is the same thing like maybe Harry is running around on tumblr - now that he’s got the time with TR being gone and all - saying “I KNOW QUESTION IS FOR ME THAT FOOL MATTHEW IS WRONG”.

literally Harry styles personally messaging me on anon makes more sense than like 75% of what that anon said (and also I’m 100% sure Harry wouldn’t anon me I just think that anon is very confused and confusing and possibly like 13 but smart so doesn’t want to be read that way idk. It’d be funnier if it’s Harry tho full on going “I’m AN ADULT” (lonely island song which I think anon is too young to know but hey anon if you’re a kid like I have faith in you and I know you’ll see it as patronizing but I promise your perspective changes and thank goodness).

[two-white-butterflies]

you're losing me (five) | am. targaryen and j. velaryon

Description: Aemond gets sit down and added to his father's will. Viserys hires a private investigator to find out about your background. Rating: General Audiences part four

Aemond couldn't believe that he was giddy at the premise of inheriting his family's business. Fire and Blood Corporations ruled over the world - from trade to the food industry, now he was going to own 49.7% of it - all thanks to you.

"Now I understand that I was the one who started it," Viserys breathes, browsing through the dozens of folders on his desk. "- and I intend to keep my promise," the man signs a piece of paper that had their names on it.

"I will give you my company, and you'll have it after the wedding." his father smiles proudly, clicking his fountain pen. Aemond was just about to sign it, but Viserys pulls the paper back. "- you can sign this after our private investigator sends me the details about your fiancee." Viserys explained, quickly placing the contact inside his drawer. He pales slightly - they were fucked.

His father was going to find out about the debt you had with the IRS, and your father's arrest warrant with the Interpol. He was colossally fucked - and he had no plans in bringing you down with him. Aemond breathes, trying to calm himself down. "Of course, when is that?" he inquired - straightening his suit.

"Next week," Viserys replied.

Aemond felt like relapsing back into his old routine of fucking girls and drinking lots of booze. He takes a nervous bite of his mini Oreos, completely oblivious that you began to make your way beside him. "You okay, honey?" you inquire, placing a strand of his hair behind his ear. He nods his head - not giving you his full attention.

"I want to say something," you hum - pulling the jar of cookies away from his hands. He turns to look at you - eyes softening at the sight of your features. He was fucked - and he seemed okay with that, because he was with you. "What is it?" he asked, the nervousness beginning to flow away from his body.

"I like you." you confess - and that nervousness floods his system. His mind raced through a million thoughts - what did you mean by that? "In a romantic way," you add, staring at the ground. It would be embarrassing if he rejected you.

Instead of using his words - he takes your hands, pressing a kiss on the back of your palms. "And maybe we can turn this into a real thing?" you smiled - he smiles too.

"I love you."

(your first name): not the kind to post a lot, but bah whatever. these series of pics really embody the aesthetic of my new album. (that's not yet finished, i'm so sorry 😭) dress, lover and paper rings are singles - tho some of the things i released (peace and cardigan) are part of the album.

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whiskeyonice: PEACE IS ABOUT JACK IN A BOX RIGHT?

TACO23849: watch her turn 'peace' about aemond 😎 - y/nliverspread: wait?? noo aemond cannot be?? is he?? -TACO23849: here we go again with the memes lol 💀😐

"She owes the IRS a lot of money, sir." the private investigator clears his throat - lowering the piece of paper in front of his boss. He was given a window of one week - but an hour was enough to find information about the pop-star.

"She's not paying her taxes?" Viserys raised his eyebrows.

"She doesn't have money to pay, sir." the man breathes. Anger begins flooding the patriarch's body. He wasn't going to let you marry his son. It would be shameful - it would ruin the family's reputation.

"Can you call Alicent? I need to talk to her." Viserys' lips turn into a thin line.

You were surprised when Alicent invited you for a cup of tea. Your boyfriend's mother kept to herself, only giving you small smiles and nods in the party - but now her entire atmosphere seemed to change. Alicent wasn't smiling or nodding - she was glaring at you.

"I like your ring," you compliment - settling down parallel her body. "It was a gift to me, by my husband. It used to belong to his grandmother." Alicent scowled, the waiter began to place a cup of tea in front of you. "Let me ask you (Your Name), what is your job?" she asked, placing a tart on her plate. You take a deep breath.

"I'm a singer." you answer, taking a small sip of the chamomile blend. "I was a model before I met Viserys - and I quit, because marrying into the Targaryen family is a job." she informed, gazing upon your face to measure every indent. "Pardon?" you breathe, in shock that this was happening to you.

You saw it happen in those Spanish novellas that your mother used to watch. What was going to happen next? Was she going to offer a million dollars so you'll stay away from her son?

"My husband knows that you are drowning in debt, he's not going to let the wedding pull through. If it does - Aemond is not going to inherit the company. Which I assume is the reason that you're marrying him in the first place." Alicent presses her lips into a thin line. Her heart reached out for you - but she loved her son.

Alicent reaches for her handbag, dropping a few thousand dollars to cover the bill. "Please, stay away from us." she pleaded - rising to her feet. "I'm not here for money - I thought I was. I've fallen for your son." you admit, making her freeze for a few seconds.

"- but you're his mother, and you know what's good for him. I want you to remember - when Aemond has children of his own, with a woman that you think is respectable. I want you to remember that it was because of me, and that I chose to stay away." you stand up, removing the wedding band from your fingers.

Stop you're losing me.

You're losing me.

"I don't know what you'll say to him, but I want you to know - that it wasn't hard loving your son." you smile, returning the engagement ring to her. These halls will never be the same again. Alicent's face softens. She opens her arms - welcoming you with an embrace.

"Thank you, (Your Name)" she responds bitterly.

AEMOND TARGARYEN 3:24PM Where are you?

YOU 3:25PM i'm so sorry

YOU 3:26PM they know the truth, that i'm apparently 'drowning' in debt. i don't think that we should be together anymore, and i feel really shitty for breaking up with you over text.

AEMOND TARGARYEN 3:26PM No, we're not breaking up. My mom got to you didn't she?

AEMOND TARGARYEN 3:26PM I don't give a fuck about the inheritance, I'm already rich. I just wanted to give a colossal 'fuck you' to Rhaenyra.

YOU 3:27PM it was never going to work, we're worlds apart.

You reply to him with a deep exhale. It was going to be worth it in the end, because he'd find a woman that was worth fighting for.

A beautiful fool who could hide behind his shadows and appreciate his shine - not you, not a person who had her own shimmer.

(your full name): i had a wonderful time ruining everything, thank you for having me europe 💗

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y/n's kitten: I want to thank Aemond Targaryen for giving us the best bridge in the entire universe. "Your midas touch on the chevy door, November flush and your flannel cure, this dorm was once a madhouse, I made a joke well 'it's made for me.' How evergreen are group of friends, don't think we'll say that word again. And soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls that we once walked through. ONE FOR THE MONEY TWO FOR THE SHOW. I NEVER WAS READY SO I WATCHED YOU GO. Sometimes you just don't know the answer TILL SOMEONE'S ON THEIR KNEES AND ASKS YOU. SHE WOULD'VE MAKE SUCH A LOVELY BRIDE WHAT A SHAME SHE'S FUCKED IN THE HEAD. they said, but you'll find the real thing instead SHE'LL patch up your tapestry that I SHRED."

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sexybaby: nah I have beef with him because why is mom's comments suddenly restricted ackk ☹️ -applepie59: Her comments r restricted because americans keep asking her to tour there 💀 which she can't bcuz girl aint paying her taxes -sexybaby: bitch she isn't even in america full time why the fuck is she gonna pay for taxes? -apllypie59: Y/N's kittens stay delulu

y/nismysavior: I'm not heartbroken, also me: Y/N L/N

(your full name): Merci Paris 🥰 I will come back soon

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"How long are you going to keep attending her tour?" Aegon makes his way towards Aemond's hotel room - callously smoking a cigarette knowing that he wouldn't get into trouble because his grandfather owned the building. "As long as I want to." Aemond replied, glaring at his older brother. "Just watching her then? No talking?" Aegon insinuates - eyes narrowing.

"She seems okay." he breaths.

"Well I've been beside you during those concerts and you aren't analyzing her note changes or speeches enough." Aegon rolls his eyes - unable to admit that he was still one of the Y/N's kittens. "And you pay attention to that?" Aemond turns his head, slowly placing the duvet on top of his body. Aegon chuckles, already having a 100 paged slideshow in the back of his mind.

Aegon was able to note how your voice changed when you sang about the greatest loves of all time. How it cracked when you were singing about the snow-globe spinning round and round, and how his brother keeps a picture of you in his office downtown. "Men are so stupid," he shook his head - leaving the room and slamming the door shut.

part six

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[fictionkinfessions]

Pearl the Skull Grunt back again! I think I'm just gonna start callin' myself that here for ease of identification, hehe.

Anyway, today I wanna talk about the weird in-between I experienced from ages 14 to 19 and also leave this as a strange thank you specifically to Ingo, Emmet, and Looker!

I lived in Unova for most of that time. The idea of going home was kinda daunting... So, I managed to convince Ingo to let me stay with him and Emmet for a while. Ingo- He wasn't so sure about the decision, but after all I had confided in him, he ended up agreeing. I enjoyed it, sure, but things didn't quite feel right just yet to me.

I still holed myself up a lot indoors and watched the news a little too much. The final events of BW2 and eventually XY came and passed during that time. Occasionally, I'd see stuff about myself, but I became more of an old topic once things like the stuff with Team Plasma and Team Flare popped up.

I feel like I had a silent agreement with Looker, too. My timeline felt more like it closely resembled DPP all sorta rolled together in a weird way, so I had helped him with stuff regarding Team Galactic. So naturally, with him being Interpol and all, he kinda had an idea where I was during those days in Unova... But he kept it under wraps.

I think I might've run across him once or so when I relocated to Alola, actually. Due to him investigating the wormholes, and all, y'know. He checked in on me, and I feel like he could tell I was much happier than I ever had been in my childhood. And I was, for sure! Getting to transition and live how I wanted to alongside the rest of the team was amazing.

So um. Thanks, to you three. I know I was kind of a handful thanks to all the mess I was going through at such a young age, but. Having people around me really helped in ways I can't begin to describe. Especially Ingo and Emmet, I can't thank them enough! All of you guys are amazing. I'm rooting for you, wherever you are!

(Also alongside just referring to myself as Pearl the Skull Grunt I am gonna grab a custom tag since I have a lot of random thoughts I'm probably gonna share soon enough too! I shall be going with #⚪️💀💙!)

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Vincenzo : Episode 18

slow mo as if he’s not going to be alive, please!

did he get him in the heart or the shoulder though?

Damn did he actually kill the interpol people 💀

I am so confused by this brother storyline I’m so serious. stop playing with me 😭🙏 is it so bad I want him to turn around for the better???

it’s giving Itaewon class where I kept waiting for the CEO’s son to come to his senses after 800 betrayals and humiliation tactics from his dad but he just… fell off

lmao he called our lawyer queenie dumb, as he should. the audacity to roll your eyes like he’s not making points. deporting him doesn’t ensure you’ll stay alive 💀??? but these were the same people celebrating his mother’s murder with no worries in their head so why am I bothering

also everytime someone says mafia I just remember ITZY

HE DID NOT EMBARRASS ME. that’s family !!! 💗💗💗

someone save my himbo. i fear he’ll be caught

my goon guy is such a cutie, just gave him a vip hot air balloon ticket that says for you, anywhere anytime <3

why is evil CEO deadass chilling at his home like don’t you have something to do ???

I knew Babel would have some weird connection to its name. why would you name your company tower of greed omg you manifested its downfall

funny the Wusang ex director is talking about people as collateral damage when I thought he was one too by being part of the Evil CEO squad initially.

GET HIMMMMM !!! (some random people are at the CEO’s house)

this ominous music is so funny LMAO [ominous music intensifies]

is that Mr. Cho getting chased ??? noooo

HACKER GIRL SAVE YOURSELF. I cannot tolerate losing anymore people I’m so serious.

he murdered 4 fellow students when he was in school but jail is where draws the line 💀✋

GAG HIM YOUNGER BROTHER

anybody want lunch 🤣

oh so the happy soft music was for the brother thing. and they aren’t related by some familial thing (as I had once assumed seeing gifs) it’s chosen family!

my babe has suffered DEEP with that brother

I know this is TV but so much of it is real life too. the audacity to want to be a politician and top gun lawyer to serve people while threatening people’s left right centre is so infuriating to me 😭 Mr. Cho’s family’s at stake because you (the politician) and your family did disgusting things and now you want to hide them. I hate these people so bad

honestly I don’t even know what this Babel evil CEO is doing at this point like they’ve not won or done anything substantial AT ALL where you go oh you’re smart or you’re playing chess or keeping us at our toes. they just kill people. they’ll make you sad by killing people but that’s all they do. senselessly murder people or buy people and that doesn’t make you smart in any world 💀✋ all y’all have is brute force

everytime my subtitles fumble a dialogue I always wonder how much translation I’m missing out on but we move

Han Seo (junior brother) about to be tailed again OH NO MY BABY STAY ALIVE

Luca is here and everyone saying hi and he’s smiling and then our girl says hello and he’s beaming like the sun. I almost forgot all about the kissing!!! we have 2 episodes left now MOVE IT guys.

plus there’s that gold nonsense too

plus the evil politician

and now we have some news from Italy.

the acting from the Luca failing bad rn but we move

he found my HACKER GIRL NOOOOO

Mr Cho noooo, gun to the head I would’ve lied. bought some time 😭✋

also I’ve seen this blue suit in promo posters okay slay

not the kissing photo in the email 🤣 how convenient, as he has to leave. let the memories work their magic 🙏

no pigeon ???

Mr. Nam my cutie

family is here <333

awww they’re giving him things 🥹

awww he called him bro

wait he’s not gonna leave is he

are y’all gonna kiss!?! hug!!!?

damn I got nothing ?

awww she’s speaking Italian. I thought she was running to confess but still this is very sweet indeed.

also that was a jacket apparently not a suit

how to befriend a bird and the pen given by the girl we love lmao, you already miss them so bad and the flight hasn’t even left

this politician’s right hand man has been here for 2 episodes and I already want to kill him. he’s also exposed the gold already 😍 someone GET HIM.

SAVE MY GIRL

oh they moved everything, I used to pray for times like these. must’ve done it when the monks went out for alms

LOCK THEM INSIDE GIRL

Yes run !!!!

I knew he’d get off the plane and make in time for a fight lol

Also this is such a callback to the first episode. My girl was about to fight then as well and he stopped it in time.

Also before I forget I thought the way he stared at her old photos, they might’ve known each other lol. maybe we get to skip that trope here 🙏

This is the promo shot where he’s calling them

SMACK THE EVIL GUY