#bro breaks down 💔

[ashertickler]

milo core (asher is behind the camera)

(credit: thealexisfrias on insta)

[yuansie]

(2) even when there was rain, sunshine came

pairing. caleb x fem! childhood friend! non mc! reader (x childhood bsf! zayne)

synopsis. caleb planted a seed in your heart when you were both young, nurturing it without meaning to until it sprouted and blossomed. it shouldn't have grown this much, not when you knew you could never have him.

genres/aus. angst, fluff, f2l, unrequited love, childhood f2l

warnings. slight ooc caleb (i have not read homecoming or wtv that chapter is called BC my laptop died on me. but maybe ill get to it today since i got it on my bros pc HELP), NOT canon compliant oops (no higher being placing a curse on zayne, no experimentation done on mc and caleb bc josephine is a good person this time BYEEEE), mentions/descriptions of crying, a kiss YUCK, caleb himself is a warning tbh. if there's anything i'm missing, please let me know!

rating. sfw but make it lowk very angsty but fluffy ish at the same time.

wc. 4 k

a/n. not proof read, we die like redacted i mean what who said that. posts this rn bc i dont want to wait till midnight to post haha #lolsies also, i feel like the mood just progressively gets worse for yn 😭 like i give yn brief happiness and then BAM im like her opp, someone needs to take me out bc why am i doing this to her 💔 sorry yn i swear i love you 💔 happy early update bc im going to be busy w hw this weekend ❤️‍🔥

winter blues seep into your skin when you’re thirteen and alone during your winter break.

mc, caleb, and granny josephine went on a vacation outside linkon city, your mom has been working night shifts at the hospital as of late, your dad is in skyhaven, and zayne won’t be coming back this break.

in fact, he hasn’t once visited during his breaks from school since he started college.

you sit at the living room’s window, watching outside the glass as white specks fall from the sky.

snow.

despite being inside the comfort of your home, shielded from the biting cold of winter, you feel like your whole body is frozen over.

it’s so cold.

and caleb isn’t there to keep you warm.

a soft chime comes from your phone that sits on the empty space of the large couch you’re on. the phone was a gift from your dad after you told him that you’d like to talk to him and zayne more often. the screen turns on, and you stare at the notification.

zayne li: Hello.

the screen dims for a second before brightening again.

zayne li: I would like to say something.

there’s a knock on the door.

you reach out, your fingers wrapping around the device. you’re getting ready to type a response when another knock is heard, then another one.

and another one.

and another one.

with a sigh, you place it back down and head towards the front door. you don't even bother to check through the peephole beforehand and just open it.

“you’re here.” you gape at the older boy standing on your porch. zayne is taller now, his hair the slightest bit longer, his features a little sharper, but his hazel gaze is still warm and gentle. he stands in front of you, a suitcase to his left, and he wears a scarf around his neck along with a black trench coat.

the corners of his lips are curved upwards into a small smile. “i’m here.”

you want to hug him, but instead you open the door wider. he walks in and his body acts like clockwork whenever he’s over: he takes off his shoes and places them neatly next to yours, he hangs his coat if he has one with him at the moment, he takes a step forwards and turns around, always looking back at you to follow.

you fling yourself at him, and he catches you with ease. the tension you held melts away with his touch. your feet are in the air as he holds you tightly, and it makes you laugh. he was always taller than you, but not this tall. zayne’s cheek is next to yours, and you’re suddenly aware that despite standing outside in the biting cold, he’s actually quite…

“you’re—”

“warm.” you mumble, nuzzling closer to his neck.

zayne hums. “so are you.” you feel his smile.

like always—before he left—you take him to your room where you both end up talking and talking until the sky is dark, both of you on your bed.

“zayne, you still haven't made any friends?”

zayne looks away from you. “have you made any friends?”

you stay silent, and he continues with a quick glance at you. “he’s still distant?”

“yes…”

caleb’s been distant ever since the start of eighth grade.

you no longer study for tests with him because she needs help, and it's not like you need to study anyways because you’re so smart. while there is truth in his words, you always study with him because you like being with him.

you’re alone at lunch because he wants to keep her company—not that she needs it since she already has a group of friends.

honestly, you saw this coming from a mile away. the perfect excuse came in the shape and form of mc. you knew he regretted it, knew that he would act like nothing happened while slowly distancing himself from you.

it was the only solution he had after what happened that night.

in the beginning of june, you come to realize that there’s been a weird tension since you gifted each other the necklace. you don't know how you didn’t notice it sooner: the way he hovers closer to you, how his hands ghost your skin when he brushes against you, how his eyes linger on you for a beat longer than usual.

he titters over the fine line that is your friendship, crossing it for a second before retreating back.

you tried, you really did try, but he makes it so easy; it’s so easy to love him.

“what’s the occasion?”

you glance to the side and find caleb peering over your shoulder with ease, the silver chain of his necklace glimmering as it dangles against your shoulder, his eyes staring at the steam wafting into the air from the apple pie, his gaze flickering over to you. his lips curl upwards, his boyish smile making you tense slightly before relaxing. you focus on the pie. “just wanted to bake one.”

“*just ‘*cause you wanted to?” his tone has a teasing lilt, but you know that underneath it lies curiosity and skepticism. he doesn’t believe you. there must be a reason because why else would you bake a pie so late? why would you invite him over in the evening and ask him to stay?

so you tell him half the truth. “i haven’t baked one in a while,” you mummer, “and…”

“and?”

you love him. you love his stupid smile and the stupid freckles on his skin.

you take a quick look at him. the yellow light above the stove casts shadows over his face from his hair as he looks down at you. he’s grown too tall and now you stand right at his shoulders, his shoulders have gotten wider. his features from his childhood are starting to grow sharper. he’s no longer the eight-year-old boy with big, round eyes; he’s a soon to be fourteen-year-old with a sharp gaze.

dang it.

you love caleb. you love caleb’s stupid laugh and his stupid personality.

you slowly breathe in. “i’m leaving tomorrow noon, so… i wanted to be the first.”

he hums. “the first to what?”

“to wish you a happy birthday.”

at this, he snorts. “my birthday is tomorrow.”

“actually,” you point at the digital clock of the stove, the green numbers reading midnight. “it’s right now.”

he remains silent as you open a drawer, fishing out a lone candle and a lighter. carefully placing the candle onto the pie, you light it and turn around, forcing caleb to take a few steps back. he blinks once and then twice, staring a the burning candle. his eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks, barely noticeable to the naked eye had you not been so close to him. and his eyes, a light shade of amethyst, have golden specks in them that flicker.

“happy birthday to you.” you quietly sing, a smile present on your lips. you watch as his gaze snaps to you, how he stares intently at you. “happy birthday, dear cal, happy birthday to you…” you pause before quietly adding, “make a wish.”

caleb doesn’t say anything. he looks at you for a beat longer before lowering his head and closing his eyes, pursing his lips and then blowing out the candle. he stays like that, with his eyes closed, for a few seconds. then, his eyes slowly flutter open, staring at you immediately. heat blossoms on your neck and crawls up to your cheeks. you abruptly turn and place the pie down on the counter, fumbling around in search of a knife.

“what did you wish for?” you laugh nervously, your heart skipping a beat because you can still feel his gaze on you.

he doesn’t say anything.

“cal?” you turn around, your breath hitching in your throat, eyes widening at the sudden proximity. your heart hammers inside your chest. no, it isn’t from the close proximity, it’s from his eyes. they stare at you with an intensity you have never seen directed at you.

only at her.

his pupils are dilated, his amethyst gaze flickering down before going back to your eyes. “i wished for something only you,” he pauses, licking his lips, “can grant.”

“and what would that be?” your voice is barely above that of a whisper. you tremble as he gets closer, and your back meets the rough edges of the counter. your hands grab onto it to steady yourself, and his hands rest on your hips, strong and calm.

caleb crosses the line.

he leans in closer and closer until your noses are touching, your lips almost connecting. his eyes don’t stray again and remain on yours. “do you trust me?”

“of course, i do.” you breathe out. “more than anyone.”

“then… please grant me my wish.”

and he closes his eyes, the sliver of space separating each other no longer doing so. his lips are on yours, and your eyes are shut tight. it’s brief, the kiss, and caleb pulls back. his breathing comes out heavy and unsteady before he’s diving back in, the next kiss now intense and burning.

he hums. “you’re shivering… am i making you nervous?”

of course he is.

you love him.

the words are right at the tip of your tongue.

“…screw you.” you huff, feeling embarrassed.

you love him.

caleb pulls away just the slightest bit, the corner of his lip lifting into a lazy grin. “maybe in the future, yeah.”

maybe…

“caleb xia!” you hiss, releasing a hand from its tight grip on the counter to smack his arm. “what is wrong with you?”

“a lot of things,” he sighs, resting his forehead on your own. “but you know how to deal with that.”

maybe he loves you, too. maybe he loved you all along.

“shut up.”

his grin is now soft against your lips. “whatever you say, pipsqueak.”

you freeze.

pipsqueak.

and just like that his touch is gone and he’s already a good distance away from you, almost as if you burnt him. tears prickle at your eyes, and they want to fall down your cheek. you will yourself to not cry, to not let him ever have the right to see you cry. he only stares at you with horror swimming in his purple irises.

caleb fucking xia was thinking about her while kissing you.

pipsqueak.

pipsqueak.

her.

her.

HER.

it's always her.

never you.

the warmth he showed you was never truly for you. was he projecting his desires on you all this time? in his mind, was he seeing her in you?

dang it.

how could you do this to yourself? how could you forget?

he will never be yours.

“i—”

“this never happened,” you say, harshly wiping away the stray tear that managed to fall. your voice is wobbly, but you try to remain calm as you twist around and stare down at the stupid apple pie.

“y/n—”

you hate him.

you hate him.

you hate yourself.

“it’s late,” you mumble. “i have to wake up early for my trip to verona… you should go now.”

you know that caleb has been distant since then, feigning that everything is alright in front of mc when you returned a week before the start of the new school year.

now look at where you are.

the necklace that hangs around your neck is heavy and cold to the touch.

“what’s that?”

“hm?” you look down at what he’s eyeing. “oh. cal gave this to me.” you lift it with a finger.

“…caleb gave that to you?” he asks.

“uh-huh.”

he pinches his brows together. “you wear that despite how he’s acting towards you?”

you shrug, though you don't look at him. “he still—”

cares? he still what? what are you trying to say? who are you even trying to fool: zayne or yourself?

zayne says your name, his voice low. “you put far more effort into this friendship than he does. it should be the same.”

you tense up. zayne is right; you put too much effort into a friendship that won't last much longer, the fire that once burned so brightly in the beginning now dying. it’s only a matter of time before embers are all that is left.

but caleb is the sun to you, and you’re like the moon. so close yet so far, forced to only see and feel it for a brief amount of time. has your time run out with the sun? are you going back to the shadow of the earth?

and to caleb, she is like the sun. he is mercury, the closest planet to it. a planet that yearns to get closer to her even when he is right there, willing to be consumed by the sun’s fire.

“have you thought about what the principal said?”

before the winter break started, the principal of your school asked you if you’d like to skip grades. much like zayne, you were far smarter than the kids in school. according to the principal, you could graduate early like your best friend.

the front door bell rings, echoing in the silent house. you get off the bed, mumbling, “i’ll be right back.”

you head down the stairs and open the door, blinking in surprise at the girl.

“we’re back!” she grins, and holds a bag in her hands up to her eyes. “i come bearing gifts!"

“you must be freezing,” you step to the side and let her in as she laughs.

“i am! it’s pretty cold outside.” the girl slips a glove off one of her hands, pressing it against your cheek. she giggles when you flinch at her cold skin.

weird. zayne was so warm even after standing outside for who knows how long before you let him in.

she takes a step inside and slightly bounces on her feet. “i won’t take long! gran is almost done with dinner.” she quickly takes off her other glove.

“did you just come back?” you ask, closing the door.

“an hour ago!” the girl says. “i wanted to play in the park first since it's snowing, you know! caleb got too tired afterwards so he went back inside to take a nap.”

“oh.”

she doesn't seem to notice the disappointment in your voice, instead opening the bag. she takes out a box, a snow globe inside. the crystal ball holds a close replica to the night sky, and when you shake it, white specks fly. “i had it custom made! i remember that you said you liked winter and the sky when it’s nighttime because the deepspace tunnel isn't noticeable.”

“you remember?”

“of course, i do! you know, i asked caleb for advice on what to get you. he said something small would be fine, but i wanted to make it really special for you. for you two being best friends and all, he has terrible memory when it comes to what you like!” she huffs through her nose, shaking her head. “he was so surprised when i decided on a snow globe and told the old man how i’d like it to look.”

he forgot about what you like while you remember every single little detail about him. of course, he doesn't remember.

you aren't her.

“there’s a little switch at the bottom that lights the bottom up. i asked the old man if he could make the base like one of those nightlights that cast different shapes on the walls, and…” with a pause, she grabs your hands and continues, “i really hope you like it.”

you put the snow globe gently down on the nearest surface, and take hold of the girl’s hands, squeezing them. “i love it. thank you so much, mc.”

she lets out a sigh of relief, squeezing your hands back. “i’m so glad! really, i’m so happy you like it. i wanted to show you my gratitude for not treating me differently since the incident.”

“anyone could tell that you didn't like being treated like you were a frail flower.”

“caleb didn’t.”

you’re about to say something when a glint catches your eye. you look down and see a silver chain around her neck. “what’s that?” you ask.

the girl beams and takes out a necklace that was neatly tucked inside her shirt.

your heart sinks to the floor and shatters.

“isn’t it cute?” she holds the chain out, a small, silver sun hanging from it. the purple gem in the middle glimmers in the lighting of the living room. “i found this hidden in caleb’s things and he gave it to me, said he was planning on giving it to me because he said i’m like the sun.”

you’re a blind fool.

you were so blind to that fact that you’re a moth and caleb’s a flame. you got too close to the fire and now you’re left in pain.

the worse part is that you knew—you knew, and yet you still decided to get close, to delude yourself into believing that there was more to what meets the eye.

you actually accept the truth you didn’t want to: caleb can never and will never be yours.

it’s time for the sun to set in your sky.

you never imagined to experience your first and last winter break of high school when you’re fourteen. you always imagined that you’d be eighteen alongside caleb, that you’d graduate together after four years of rivalry for the valedictorian spot of your graduating class. you thought that you’d get to see him tryout for the basketball team and watch him make it, that you’d cheer him on during his games and even go to the ones at different schools. maybe you’d find a sport that you liked and try out for the team, and caleb would be there every step of the way because you know he’d say something stupid along the lines of him claiming to be your hype man. on exam weeks, you imagined that he’d somehow find a way for you to help him study and then you’d barely review a single thing because caleb would drag you to the park to hangout instead. you thought that you’d see each other apply to the academy and watch each other getting in.

your first and last year of high school couldn’t have been more different.

your goals are to reach the sky, to move to skyhaven and attend the aerospace academy, to get into the DAA afterwards and work alongside your dad in his fleet. you and caleb used to walk on the same path, yet now you walk it alone. you study alone, you work alone, you persevere alone.

caleb doesn't.

he studies with friends because she tells you about it whenever she texts you, or sometimes you happen to pass by the library and see him inside with a group of people. he works with friends, and you see it firsthand when you hurry past the gym and happen to catch a glimpse of him and group of people together. he perseveres with friends because she tells you about how caleb is always doing a group project with his classmates.

he isn’t alone.

even now during winter, you see him head out almost everyday. she tells you that sometimes it's because he’s hanging out with friends, other times he tells her it's a secret. if it's a secret, then he's probably planning a surprise for her.

and you’re proven right when you decide to scroll down the moments page, your finger hovering over a picture she had uploaded. it’s slightly blurry, but you can tell that she holds a necklace to the camera with a bright grin, caleb’s lips matching hers from behind. the caption read: caleb got me a necklace for my birthday! and it’s a pretty thing—the chain is a vibrant gold, a beautiful charm in the form of a sun hanging from it with a pink gem at the venter. it is pretty, unlike the necklace he had gifted you. the silver chain has lost its color, now sporting random splotches of bronze, and the beads have scratches on them, the color chipping off little by little.

it is a replacement; or rather, it is meant to finally get rid of the one you gifted him that he gave to her. maybe he thought it was a bothersome stain that he desperately wanted to get rid of, to finally be free of his last attachment to you.

you click on caleb’s profile and block him.

you need to uproot the already grown plant in your heart, you need to yank it and toss it out.

“earth to little star~”

little star, a nickname your dad gave you shortly after you were born. you asked him why he calls you that one time, and he told you that it’s because you likes to think you’re one of the stars he sees in the sky when he’s far from home.

you look up to find your dad standing over you, smiling.

“you were so focused you didn’t even hear me knock on your door,” he says, sitting down next to you on your bed. “what's troubling you?” his lips curl upwards into a mischievous smile. “are you sulking because zayne hasn't texted you yet?”

and just like that, caleb no longer haunts your mind—the sadness, however, clings to you. that won't leave.

you purse your lips and huff. “i do not sulk while i wait for him to respond to my texts.”

you want to tell your dad that you sulk because you prefer talking to zayne in person. you miss seeing him in front of you. but you won't tell him; you know that he’ll tease you and then tell your mom and then she’ll tell zayne’s mom and then zayne will know.

your dad cocks an eyebrow at you. “are you sure about that?”

“yes.”

“uh-huh,” he slowly says, “whatever you say then.”

you fall backwards onto your bed and squint your eyes at the older man. your dad doesn’t have his uniform on; instead, he wears his pjs. it makes you realize that you almost never see him this… free. he doesn’t wear what ties him down to the fleet. and yet… something is plaguing his mind, weighing down on his shoulders so that it slumps.

“something on your mind?” you ask.

he slowly smiles, his middle and index finger pinching your nose softly. “what would you say if i decided to retire from the fleet?”

you shoot up, eyes wide. “what?”

your dad sighs, his smile still there. “well, i’ve been thinking a lot. my little star is fourteen and she’s set to graduate this may. you’re growing up so fast, and i haven’t been there. shouldn’t it be time that i stay home to watch you keep growing?”

“…is that what you want?” you finally say. you tilt your head to the side and eye your dad, gauging his expression.

he looks content.

“yeah,” he breathes out, slow and steady. “that’s what i want.”

your dad’s shoulders are relaxed, and you think that like him, you’d like to watch him grow older with your mom.

it’s a shame that doesn't happen.

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[duvetchico]

can i request for a jealous karina?😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️

i hate them. not you.

summary jimin gets jealous over you talking to a backup dancer and starts acting like a dramatic little kid

genre fluff / crack / jealous!jimin /established relationship,

pairing yu jimin x fem!reader

masterlist.

you were talking to some backup dancer. some backup dancer. that was already crime enough in jimin’s book.

you didn’t think anything of it—just a casual convo between schedules. he asked if you liked the lunch catering and you, being a decent human being, said “yeah it was pretty good, actually.” that was all. that was it.

and yet from the other side of the room, karina—aespa’s karina, your girlfriend, your lovely, gorgeous, currently pouty of a girlfriend—was watching like she was about to kill you, him, and the rice cooker in one breath.

you came back over to where she was sitting, legs crossed, phone in hand but clearly not paying attention to whatever the screen was showing. “you good?”

“i’m great,” she replied. oh that tone. that tone.

you squint at her. “you mad?”

“no. i’m chilling. actually. never better. in fact, i think i’m the definition of inner peace right now.”

“…you’re mad.”

“i’m not mad, i’m just saying. interesting how you never talk that long to me about catering.”

you blink. “what—babe, i literally asked you if you wanted my last spring roll this morning.”

“yeah. and you ate it anyway.”

“YOU SAID YOU DIDN’T WANT IT.”

“yeah but it’s the principle, y/n!”

you stare. she stares harder.

-

later that day, she’s still being passive-aggressive. she pretends she doesn’t know where your water bottle is. she sends you memes with captions like “when ur girl flirts with another man in front of u 😍💔” and says she “found them randomly.” she tells you she’s busy when you ask her to help curl the ends of your hair—only to be found exactly 2 minutes later curled up on the couch watching tiktoks with ningning.

“bro. are you for real right now,” you ask her.

“i’m literally always real,” she says without looking up.

-

but the peak, the absolute peak, is when she tries to flirt back with the same guy out of revenge.

it’s a disaster.

he compliments her outfit. she looks him dead in the eye and says, “thanks. it has pockets.”

silence.

you choke on your water from behind the camera.

-

later, when you’re finally back at the dorm, you corner her in the kitchen while she’s pretending to make tea.

“baby.”

“hm.”

“are you mad at me for real or are you just being a bitch for the aesthetic.”

she slams the tea packet down dramatically. “you flirted with him.”

“he said the kimchi stew was mid and i said ‘nah i liked it’—how is that flirting?!”

“you laughed.”

“because he made a joke!”

“you don’t laugh that hard at my jokes!”

“BECAUSE YOUR JOKES AREN’T FUNNY.”

silence.

you both freeze.

jimin blinks. slowly.

you take that back immediately. “wait—WAIT—I MEANT LIKE—YOU’RE FUNNY—IN A WAY—IN A WEIRD LITTLE WAY—I MEANT YOUR JOKES AREN’T FUNNY BUT LIKE THAT’S WHAT MAKES THEM FUNNY—”

she crosses her arms. “so i’m a joke.”

“no—”

“you think i’m a joke.”

“NO BABY—”

“a whole clown.”

“JIMIN.”

you sprint across the kitchen and grab her face gently. “listen. you’re so sexy when you’re mad but i cannot have you looking this sad over kimchi stew man. i am so far gone for you it’s not even funny. like i let you finish my fries yesterday without complaining. my fries, jimin.”

she narrows her eyes, but a smile is threatening to break out. “you did call me unfunny.”

“ok but you literally said ‘i’m cold’ yesterday and i said ‘hi cold i’m y/n’ and you left the room.”

she groans. “because that joke SUCKED.”

“AND YET I’M STILL THE BAD GUY!”

you’re both laughing now, leaning forehead to forehead as she finally lets you pull her in for a hug.

“you know i only care cause i like you, right?” she mumbles, arms tucked around your waist.

“like me?” you tease. “wow. scandalous.”

“shut up.”

“you like me? omg—”

“y/n.”

“i should tell that backup dancer—he’ll be devastated.”

she pinches your waist but doesn’t let go. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

“you’re lucky i’m still giving you the other half of my banana milk.”

“…can we split fries again tomorrow?”

“you’re mine again now?”

“i was always yours,” she says, soft this time, cheek resting on your shoulder.

you feel your stomach do five flips and a somersault.

you’re never eating kimchi stew with anyone else again.

[azulpitlane]

be aggressive l ln4

lando norris x dcc!reader summary: the internet is curious as to why lando suddenly has an interest in american football, specifically with the dallas cowboys masterlist

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f1gossip Lando Norris and Mclaren CEO, Zak Brown at the Dallas Cowboys game today in the AT&T stadium!!

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yourusername first ever grand prix!!! such a delight to perform for these lovely faces✨

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user it HAS to be the cheerleader he just followed cause they wear the exact same boots ↪user her name is Y/N!! put some respect in our dcc queen's name ↪user yes maam🫡, i apologize for my ignorance as a brit

user lando in a cowboy hat?? SHOW IT TO ME NOW RACHEL

maxfewtrell man you never let me drive when youre in the car

landonorris yeah cause i dont trust u maxfewtrell YOUVE KNOWN ME LONGER THAN Y/N??this comment has been deleted

user did max just confirm it is y/n THEE DCC in the last slide🧍‍♀️

user LMFAOO i know lando gave him an earful after that deleted comment user too late for him to delete, I HAVE IT PRINTED OUT! Y/N AND LANDO CONFIRMED

user streets are saying it's y/n in the last slide... we lost her guys😔

user AND WE LOST HER TO A BRITISH MAN💔💔

user now we wait for y/n to follow him and start soft launching too

danielricciardo glad i trusted the process

landonorris TOLD YOU user i hate when they comment inside jokes, got me feeling left out :(

user wait the way he let her drive even though hes said before he hates not being in control, meaning he already trusts her🥹

user i love her already omg

user lando dating an american cheerleader is actually the most lando thing ever

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yourusername current side mission: turning a brit into a texan

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user bae just tag lando norris, we know it's him

user NOO I WAS HOPING IT WAS JUST RUMORS💔

user girl lando does not know who you are ↪user i was talking about y/n ↪user oh sorry, valid reaction tbh

user the matching pictures of her driving and him as the passenger princess on his post omg this is the most perfect soft launch i fear

user i waited for 3 and half years for her and white man did it in one week😩

user her soft launching as if max didnt already confirm it on landos post

yourusername shhh just pretend you didn't see that, cant have my soft launch ruined ↪user sorry maam, whatever you say maam

user lando is so posh but she has him driving dirt bikes and going to rodeos HAHAHHA

user the way he looked just watching a football game was hilarious, i cant even imagine a rodeo

user as a european f1 fan, can someone explain why she's so loved? (IM ASKING IN THE NICEST WAY POSSIBLE I SWEAR)

user LOL she's a cheerleader for the dallas cowboys football team which is a huge deal here! it's pretty hard to join the squad but shes a fifth year veteran (about to retire after this year) and she's known as one of the sweetest and kindest leaders on the squad!! she also met lando at a game!

user does she know she has twitter freaking out with this post?

user not that im complaining but this is the first time i see an f1 couple getting so much love HOW AND WHY??

user well y/n is quite literally america's sweetheart

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user what is dcc without y/n☹️

user gonna miss her so bad

user still looked amazing

user okay but is she still with that nascar driver or whatever cause wowwwww😍

landonorris yes, she is still with the FORMULA ONE DRIVER. ↪user OMG AN OFFICIAL CONFIRMATION???

pietra.pilao be with me please?

landonorris 🤨

landonorris woah woah you didnt say you were gonna post this one??? you look too good???

yourusername what happened to not commenting on each other's post until the hard launch🙂 (but ty ily) landonorris i take that back. (ily more) ↪user theyre losers but i love them your honor

footballplayer 🔥

landonorris yeah nice try🤣

user landos fighting for his life in these comments HAHA

user he fr ruined y/n's soft launch cause he cant handle these commenters hitting on her omfg

user kinda scared to comment, i dont want lando coming for me

user please dont be in love with someone else😩please dont have somebody waiting on you😩

landonorris she is in fact in love with someone else and does in fact have somebody waiting on her (ME) ↪user lando is a loser bf CONFIRMED

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landonorris winter break means football games with my beautiful girl

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user finally the hard launch

user she literally is turning him into a texan GRAHHHH🦅����🇸

user *pretends to be shocked*

yourusername ILYYYYYYY

landonorris ❤️

user sad about her retiring dcc but happy we'll be getting so much WAG content

user OMG i didnt even think of this ↪user already imagining the paddock fits😩

user ig i have to accept shes officially taken :(

landonorris yeah. ↪user chill bro aint nobody taking her from you

user bro saw all the thrist comments on her last post and decided to hard launch

maxfewtrell ranch in texas when??

yourusername OMG SOON PLEASE @/LANDONORRIS?? ↪landonorris um idk about that ↪yourusername 🤨 ↪landonorris I MEANT ILL THINK ABOUT IT!! IT SOUNDS LIKE A GREAT IDEA😁🫶

user shes got him on a LEASH

danielricciardo ahh feels like yesterday that you bought tickets for the game AND the flight to have a 5 second interaction with the cute dcc

user damn lando was down bad wth😭 landonorris thank you for making this public information. ↪yourusername hey at least you beat the norizz allegations! eventually...

user as an american, im allowing you to count cota as your home race for bagging this queen

user oh lando norris i underestimated your game

User he gets the y'all pass now

landonorris THANK YALLLLLL

user the americanfication of lando is not something i knew i needed, but i did. thank you miss y/n

yourusername youre welcome, he will be listening to zach bryan and dolly parton in no time🫡

notes: one thing about me is im gonna start getting lazy at the end of every smau i make. LOL. anyway i love american reader if you havent noticed already :)

[kxsagi]

hola.. rin, sae, shidou and anyone else u want with an idol!s/o that performed half time show for their football match.. think new jeans halftime show ifykwim.. please🥀✌🏻

“𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝”

a/n: idk how these artists do it bro i would piss myself 💔

ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, hyoma chigiri, kaiser michael

itoshi rin

you’d think he doesn’t care. he looks bored, sipping water with that cold, unreadable stare. 

but his ears are so red they’re practically glowing. 

and he can’t stop glancing your way. watching your every move with hyper-focused eyes. 

he hates how fast his heart is racing. he hates how his teammates notice it. 

“you’re not subtle, dude,” charles snickers. “you’ve been staring the whole time.” 

after the match, you expect his usual stiff compliment, but he surprises you. 

quietly pulls you into a secluded hallway and presses a kiss to your temple. 

“you looked so good i forgot i was supposed to stretch for the second half.” 

then immediately goes back to his stoic self like he didn’t just say that. 

he records your performance secretly and watches it before every game like a ritual. 

itoshi sae

arms crossed. smug smirk. leans back on the bench like he’s watching the best netflix premiere ever. 

every time you do something cool, he glances around like “y’all see that? yeah, that’s mine.” 

fans might catch him on the big screen clapping slowly with a proud look on his face. 

his teammates are like “you’re gonna distract the whole team, man.” 

“good. maybe they’ll stop sucking.” 

if you perform something sexy? oh, he knows what you’re doing. 

smirks up at you while you strut past like, real cute. wait till we’re alone, he thinks. 

texts you mid-match break: stop looking at me like that. i’m trying to win a game here. 

spoiler: he plays even better just to impress you more. 

shidou ryusei

oh. OH. 

the second your performance starts, he’s barking from the bench. 

“AYYYYYY THAT’S MY GIRL RIGHT THERE!!! LOOK AT HER GO!!!” 

starts chanting your name obnoxiously loud until staff tell him to calm down. 

dances along in the most unhinged way possible. 

“you SEE THAT OUTFIT?! DAMN!!!” 

gives you the biggest, most dramatic standing ovation, even throws a towel like it’s a bouquet. 

after the match? he literally jumps on your back, yelling, “you were so hot i nearly fought someone in the crowd.” 

tries to convince you to let him be a backup dancer next time. 

“i got moves, baby. lemme shake my ass for you.” 

and you’re like “no.” 

but deep down, you’re kind of obsessed with how obsessed he is with you. 

isagi yoichi

he's pacing a little before the game, hyped and focused, until the announcer says your name. 

he freezes, head snapping to the center of the field like someone just hit him with a ball. 

the moment you step out onto the stage in your glittery outfit, mic in hand, isagi's brain? gone. 

he's leaning forward on the bench, jaw slack, whispering “oh my goodness…” like he’s in a trance. 

when you hit that high note or bust a move, he legit CLAPS like he’s at a concert. 

the rest of blue lock teases him. “isagi, wipe the drool.” “bro forgot it was a soccer match.” 

and he just laughs it off, rubbing the back of his neck, totally red. 

“i mean… can you blame me? she’s insane. i’m so lucky, man.” 

so fired up after your performance that he plays like he’s on fire. 

scores and points at you in the crowd. then mouths: that one’s for you. 

bachira meguru

he’s dancing along before your performance even starts, bouncing on his toes with excitement. 

“she’s gonna SLAYYYY,” he sings while doing random warmup stretches. 

once you're onstage, he is your number one hype man. 

does your choreography on the sidelines with zero shame. 

if you make eye contact mid-performance and blow him a kiss, he melts. 

“SHE SAW ME!!! SHE WAVED!!! THAT WAS FOR ME!!!” 

gives you a sweaty hug after the match and spins you around like you’re light as a feather. 

“can you wear that outfit on our date later?” he whispers with a teasing grin. 

absolutely demands a private encore performance in the locker room hallway. 

nagi seishiro

didn’t even realize you were performing until your name echoed through the stadium. 

he perks up from his almost-nap and lazily looks over, only to sit up straight. 

“huh… she’s kinda sparkly…” 

watches you with wide, quiet awe. he’s not blinking. he’s not breathing. he’s just enchanted. 

nudges reo mid-performance, whispering, “she’s cooler than i remember.” 

after the show, he immediately goes up to you and rests his chin on your shoulder. 

“you looked really pretty… can you do that again but like, in my room?” 

takes your hand and won’t let go for the rest of the night. 

now he asks when your next show is so he knows when to stay awake. 

mikage reo

king of “i helped her pick that outfit.” 

shows up to the match looking more dressed up than usual. his girlfriend is performing, duh. 

blows kisses at you from the bench, and the cameras love it. 

his instagram story? 83 clips of your performance from every possible angle. 

“i’m not just her boyfriend. i’m her #1 investor, supporter, stylist, and future manager.” 

watches you the whole time with literal hearts in his eyes. 

goes feral when you wink or toss your hair dramatically. 

after the match, he runs to you first like screw the win, you were the real prize tonight. 

“next tour? i’m coming with. i’ll carry your water bottles. i’ll hype you up. i’ll choreograph– okay maybe not that, but still.” 

hyoma chigiri 

chigiri, already known for his beauty, has met his match. 

the moment you appear, he does a double take like “holy crap.” 

tries to keep his cool, but the corners of his mouth are twitching up into a smile. 

lowkey lives for the moment you catch his eye and blow him a kiss. 

he smirks and mouths “i love you” back, even with cameras around. 

totally plays like he has something to prove after you perform, he wants to be as breathtaking as you were. 

after the game, you’re barely offstage before he’s pulling you into a hug, arms around your waist. 

“you killed it. i almost forgot we were in the middle of a game.” 

bonus: secretly keeps the backstage pass you gave him in his wallet. 

kaiser michael

he knew. of course he knew. you told him. but did he prepare for the full-force slay of seeing you under stadium lights in your stage fit, commanding tens of thousands of screaming fans like it was nothing? 

absolutely not. 

he’s seated on the bench like royalty, arms spread, legs wide, until you come out. then? he leans forward, elbows on knees, laser-focused. 

the egoist smirk fades for a second. just a second. 

“… mein gott,” he mutters under his breath, because you’re magnetic. 

when you hit your stride, the beat drops, and the crowd goes insane? 

he claps once and says to no one, “that’s mine.” 

if someone so much as breathes the word “hot” in your direction, he turns slowly with that icy kaiser smile: “you have five seconds to shut up before i ruin your life.” 

literally makes the game about you. scores, then points directly at you like you’re his reason for living. 

after the match, he struts straight to you, ignoring cameras, fans, everyone. 

pulls you in close, his voice low in your ear: “you just made every single person here fall in love with you. too bad. you're already mine.” 

cue a dramatic kiss in front of the crowd. 

and yes, he definitely posts a pic of you on his story with the caption: “the queen to my empire.”

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[4vanaa]

WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING, rafe cameron, 03

summary: y/n left the outer banks years ago, determined to build a life far from the memories of her childhood love, rafe cameron. now a botanist, she's moved on-though a quiet part of her still clings to the past. when an event brings her back to OBX, she's forced to confront the one person she never truly forgot.

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popbase alternative/indie singer, rafe cameron, joins the short list of artists to chart at least 3 songs in the top 5 of the billboard hot 100 simultaneously. ‘red lights and regret’ becomes his third #1 hit. this achievement comes from only having released singles and 1 album. sources say that he’s set to announce an album soon.

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rafesmuse oh impact!!

user he’s so sexy

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rafesno1 here since his guitar videos in his room, look how far he’s come

cameronreputation rafe cameron world domination

kookswiftie another grammy incoming

user need him

rafeswife i’m so proud of my husband 💍

user you must listen to his music on mute

rafecameronupdates how will this affect the tour?

user so glad he’s getting the recognition he deserves

rafecameron couldn’t have done of with you guys

rafeonlyfans rafe come home the kids miss you 😢

rafecameron ✓ 8h

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rafecameron me for @/dazedmagazine

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user suddenly i’m a dart

rafescameron okay who took my pants 🤨

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poguenation this is insane

rafesangel tear ran down my leg

sunshine4sarah idk what’s happening 🧍🏾‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️

popbase i have something very inappropriate to say

user what are you doing here? 🤨

notmyrafe all i need is 10 minutes and a hair tie

cameronscult does he do weddings? (ours)

allaboutrafe until the bed breaks

rafeswardrobe until nothing, we ain’t stopping

user scrolling feels like divorce 💔

sarahcameron so cool bro

rafecameron thank you i’m very cool

barry the kids miss you 😢

rafecameron i’m coming ❤️

hypnoticrafe literally? 👀

topperthornton 🔥🔥

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kiecarrera the lewinsky to my clinton 😩

yourusername it’s all over your blouse

sarahcameron need you under my christmas tree

yourusername i’ll be wrapped up in a nice bow

sarahcameron moments before disaster

miaroan how did it even get that bad, cleo was watching her

cleo she truly has a mind of her own

yourusername i wasn’t that bad guys

kiecarrera 😒 you fell multiple times on your ass.

yourusername whoever suggested pregaming the pregame is at fault. cough cough mia

miaroan blushes and licks screen

yourusername blushes and kisses screen

cleo you’re right next to each other.

miaroan get the strap

cleo unlike your other friends i have decorum, you look amazing wife.

yourusername thank you for being so respectful wife. 🙂���↔️

cleo do you think i could hit it from the back?

cleo platonically of course, i respect you ✊

yourusername 😧

johnbroutledge did our invite get lost in the mail?

sarahcameron they said the bar was girls only i think

yourusername ^^

jjmaybank no flowers how peculiar 🤨

yourusername i tried to take some photos of them but they all came out blurry :((

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noahcarter 😍���

user the kind of girl people write songs about, and dedicate albums to

topperthornton 😏😏

kelce 😏😏

sarahcameron 😏😏

yourusername ??

a/n: cleo when she’s just a chill girl who wants to platonically smash her friend:

[kathlare]

brunette fever

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: After a hectic day on set, Amelie rushes home to Lando, leading to an evening filled with playful teasing, heartfelt moments, and cozy domestic chaos.

Wordcount: 2.6 k

Warnings: just fluff

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April 23rd, 2025 - Los Angeles, CA

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euphoriatvupdates: Sydney Sweeney and Amelie Dayman were spotted filming scenes for Euphoria Season 3 today!

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lanmeliebrainrot: WAIT AMELIE'S BRUNETTE AGAIN??? GOD IS REAL. 🙌🏽 → bratzfan2000: @lanmeliebrainrot her power is unmatched rn 😭 maddy is BACK.

maddyfan_irl: not to be dramatic but i would die for brunette Amelie. 💔 → paddockbabe: @maddyfan_irl babe same. she’s mother now, always has been.

sydnmeliefan: the SERVE that’s coming... we are NOT ready. → snlmelie: @sydnmeliefan syd + ames in the same episode is gonna end careers 🔥

ameliedaydreams: MOTHER IS BACK. MOTHER IS ACTING. MOTHER IS SLAYING. 📣📣📣

melie_wicked: two years break and she just pops back into euphoria like she owns HBO 😭 LEGEND. → landonrizz: @melie_wicked she took a lil tour, slayed music, slayed love, and now back to slay us. 🫡

lanmelieedits: guys be serious it’s 10000% a wig she’s not giving up blonde after fighting for it 😭 → foryouamelie: @lanmelieedits she’s dedicated to the role bestie let’s not underestimate Maddy Perez 😌

euphoriaiconz: amelie being brunette again is my roman empire. → amezslays: @euphoriaaiconz DAILY. HOURLY. EVERY 30 MINUTES.

vroomvroomqueen: amelie filming AND looking like a brunette goddess?? lando stay strong bro. 🧎🏻‍♀️

maddysrings: AMELIE IS BRUNETTE AGAIN EVERYONE STAY CALM 🚨🚨🚨 → euphoriacore: @maddysrings i'm NOT calm i’m LOSING ITTTT 😭

lanmelieobsessed: THE HAIR. THE ATTITUDE. MADDY PEREZ IS BACKKK 🔥🔥🔥 → vivalanmelie: @lanmelieobsessed maddy season 3 supremacy incominggg

f1xdrama: how’s lando breathing rn bc IM NOT 💀

euphoriawh0re: the SASS she’s gonna bring this szn is gonna be ILLEGAL → sugargirllano: @euphoriawh0re she’s about to make maddy the MAIN CHARACTER again idgaf 😭

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Amelie hurried through the front door of her Los Angeles house, Benny cradled in one arm, the other struggling to push the door closed behind her. She still had her brunette wig on — a silky, dark chestnut that clung to her face, remnants of Euphoria’s filming hours earlier. Her cheeks were flushed, not from the California heat, but from the rush of making it home in time. She promised Lando they’d have dinner tonight, and after the crazy-ass week they both had, she wasn’t about to let him down.

She toed off her uggs clumsily, giggling softly as Benny batted at her shoelaces like the clingy little menace he was, before padding through the house toward the familiar sound of her boyfriend’s intense concentration.

Through the cracked door of the sim room, Amelie spotted him immediately — headset on, hyper-focused, hands flying across the steering wheel. His hair was a mess of caramel curls, his shoulders relaxed but sharp with focus. Fuck, she thought, heart squeezing a little. How was he always so fucking cute even when he was doing the most nerdy shit?

—Lan, baby, dinner time— she called out softly, voice sing-song as she shifted Benny onto her hip. The cat grumbled but stayed, nuzzling into her neck.

No response.

She smirked, rolling her eyes.

—Landooo— she said again, a bit louder. —If you make me starve to death in my own house, I’m haunting your ass.—

Still nothing.

Amelie huffed, stepping fully into the room now, Benny’s tail flicking against her arm.

—LAN.—

Lando finally turned around mid-race, pulling his headset off... and froze. Completely froze.

His eyes widened the second he saw her — really saw her — standing there with her brunette hair falling messily around her face, Benny cradled in her arms like some needy little teddy bear. Lando's mouth opened slightly, like he was trying to form a sentence but his brain just... short-circuited.

—Fuck me,— he breathed, voice low, almost reverent.

Amelie tilted her head, a mischievous smile curling at the corner of her lips. —That was not the response I was expecting.—

Lando still didn’t move, like he was looking at a ghost. Or a memory. His chest rose and fell faster, hands slipping off the wheel as he spun in his chair to fully face her.

—You...— he started, voice cracking, —you look like... fuck, Ames.—

Amelie giggled, walking over, Benny still clinging to her like a clingy little koala. —You’re acting like you’ve never seen me before.—

—Not like that,— Lando muttered, his eyes raking over her, drinking in the brunette strands, the way they framed her face, softer, familiar in a way that dug straight into his ribs and cracked them open.

Because that's how she looked when he first met her. Back in 2020, when he was just a wide-eyed idiot with a stupid massive crush, playing video games with her until stupid o'clock just to hear her laugh. When they used to sneak around, clumsy kisses and desperate touches, her dark hair spilled over his pillows.

The ache was instant.

Lando stood up so fast his chair rolled back and hit the wall with a thunk. Benny let out a startled meow and bolted out of Amelie's arms, but she barely had time to register it because Lando was on her.

His hands cupped her jaw, almost unsure for half a second, like he needed permission... and then he kissed her.

Hard.

The kind of kiss that dragged a soft gasp out of her, that stole her breath and curled her toes against the hardwood floor.

Amelie laughed against his mouth, trying to push him gently away, but he just growled and kissed down her jaw, her neck, fingers tangling in the back of her wig like he couldn’t help himself.

—Lan, baby, the food,— she mumbled, half-heartedly.

He just hummed, pressing his forehead against hers. —Fuck the food.—

She laughed, tipping her head back so he could mouth at her throat. —You’re such a whore when I’m brunette.—

—You’re a fucking weapon when you’re brunette,— he groaned. His accent got heavier when he was flustered, words warm against her skin. —You’ve got no idea what you’re doing to me, Ames. No fucking idea.—

Amelie grinned, but eventually managed to plant both hands firmly on his chest and shove him back a step. He whined. Actually whined.

—You,— she said, poking his forehead, —are gonna start dinner. Right now. Because if you keep doing that, we’re never gonna eat and I am fucking starving.—

Lando pouted dramatically. —But you look like that.—

—And I’m about to look like a corpse if you don’t feed me.—

He threw his head back with a groan but finally, finally, dragged himself toward the kitchen, muttering under his breath about how she was "mean as hell" and "unfair" and "completely bloody gorgeous".

Amelie snickered to herself and padded down the hall toward the bedroom. She peeled the wig off carefully once she reached the bathroom, tossing it onto the counter with a relieved sigh. Immediately, her real hair — her bright, messy blonde — flopped out, and she ran her fingers through it, giving her scalp a grateful little scratch.

—God, that’s better,— she muttered, tying it up into a quick messy bun before stepping into the shower.

It was a quick rinse — she didn’t want to leave Lando alone too long or he might burn the house down — and when she came out, she tugged on one of his old hoodies (so fucking big it swallowed her) and a pair of tiny shorts before wandering barefoot back into the kitchen.

Lando was at the stove, brow furrowed in intense concentration as he flipped something in a pan. Benny was weaving around his ankles, meowing like he hadn’t eaten in years even though Amelie knew he had been fed.

She leaned against the doorframe, smiling softly at the sight.

—You look like a househusband,— she teased.

Without turning around, he said —You look like the hottest fever dream I've ever had.—

Amelie laughed, walking over and wrapping her arms around his waist from behind, resting her cheek against his back. He relaxed immediately into her, like muscle memory.

—Blonde again, huh?— he teased, glancing at her over his shoulder.

She smirked. —Don’t sound so disappointed.—

He turned slightly so he could kiss the top of her head. —Never disappointed, baby. Just...— He trailed off, smirking. —You have no idea what brunette-you does to me. Dangerous. I nearly fucking proposed right there on the sim rig.—

Amelie snorted, giving his ass a playful squeeze that made him jump.

—You’re such a little simp,— she said fondly.

Lando flipped the food again and gave her a wicked grin. —Only for you, Ames. Always have been.—

Her heart did a stupid little flip in her chest. Fucking hell, how did he still make her feel like she was sixteen and falling for him for the first time?

She stretched up onto her toes to kiss his cheek. —Lucky me.—

He bumped her nose with his playfully. —Luckiest bastard alive, actually.—

And as the kitchen filled with the smell of whatever half-burnt thing he was attempting to cook, and Benny pawed at her leg demanding attention, and Lando kept sneaking little kisses every time he passed her a plate, Amelie couldn’t help but think that yeah — maybe they were both pretty fucking lucky after all.

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jadenhossler replied to your story

jadenhossler: screaming crying throwing up rn ameliedayman: ur so dramatic for WHAT jadenhossler: i miss brunette u like crazy even tho it’s fake 💔 ameliedayman: love u 4 that.

maxfewtrell replied to your story

maxfewtrell: no way you switched up on us brunette girl era again?? ameliedayman: for today only 🤓 maxfewtrell: thank god, blondie supremacy forever 🙏🏼 ameliedayman: rude

chandlerkinney replied to your story

chandlerkinney: MY BRUNETTE WIFE IS BACK 🥹 ameliedayman: she's fake tho 💔 chandlerkinney: idc i’m printing out the pic and framing it ameliedayman: i support women’s rights and wrongs. thank u.

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victoriadayman: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE 😭😭😭 victoriadayman: amelie. you know i HATED when you went dark. you looked like a STRANGER. victoriadayman: you had such a beautiful light aura!! ameliedayman: MOM RELAX IT’S A WIG 😭😭 victoriadayman: you almost made me cry lmaooo

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The plates clinked softly as Lando set the last one down on the kitchen island, flashing a proud little smirk even though most of the credit for not burning the food belonged to Amelie.

—Dinner is served, m’lady,— he said in an exaggerated British accent, pulling her stool out like a proper gentleman.

Amelie giggled, flopping down dramatically onto the seat. —Thank you, my good sir. Your services are appreciated.—

Benny immediately tried to climb onto her lap, his nose twitching at the scent of food. Björn, meanwhile, was perched on the counter, glaring down like an unimpressed little gargoyle, tail flicking dangerously close to Lando’s plate.

—Björn, I swear to God, if you touch my chicken,— Lando warned, pointing a fork at the grey menace.

Björn blinked slowly, clearly plotting how to ruin Lando’s life.

Amelie just laughed, scratching under Benny’s chin as she leaned over to steal a bite off Lando’s plate. —You know he doesn’t listen to threats. He only respects violence.—

—Remind me to sleep with one eye open tonight.—

Amelie grinned, popping the stolen bite into her mouth. —Good idea. He’ll probably sit on your face again if you’re not careful.—

Lando groaned, glaring at Björn who was now grooming himself like he hadn't just tried to plot a full-blown heist on the chicken. —Why does he hate me so much? I feed him. I pet him.—

—He senses weakness,— Amelie teased, smirking as she forked some veggies onto her own plate. —Benny loves you though.— She glanced down where Benny was curled up on her lap, his head resting on Lando’s thigh, purring like a motor.

Lando gave Benny a fond scratch behind the ears, his expression softening immediately. —Benny’s my boy. At least someone in this house respects me.—

—Excuse me?— Amelie arched an eyebrow.

Lando grinned, leaning over to nudge her shoulder. —You respect me too, sunshine. In certain situations.—

Amelie rolled her eyes, cheeks heating slightly. —You’re unbelievable.—

—You love me,— he shot back instantly, grinning like the cocky little shit he was.

And goddamn it, she did. More than she ever thought possible.

The conversation drifted from there—light, easy. They talked about stupid TikTok trends, the ridiculous amount of traffic in LA, how Max had texted Lando a meme of a clown after his last sim race. Nothing important. Nothing serious.

Just… them.

Lando was mid-story about how one of his engineers accidentally spilled an entire coffee on Zak’s shoes last week when Amelie suddenly zoned out a little, her fork paused halfway to her mouth.

It wasn’t the story. She’d heard plenty of those.

It was him. The way he sat across from her, relaxed, hoodie sleeves pushed up, talking with his hands like he always did when he was animated. His curls still slightly damp from his shower, cheeks flushed from the heat in the kitchen.

It was the smell of dinner they’d cooked together. The sound of Benny’s soft purrs and Björn’s occasional irritated meow. The faint hum of the dishwasher running in the background.

It was… domestic.

So fucking domestic.

And something about that hit her like a truck.

Because this — this stupid, simple, quiet moment — felt so right. So normal in the middle of the absolute circus that was their lives.

She could get used to this.

Fuck, she wanted to get used to this.

To come home after a long day of filming and know he’d be here. To bicker over who burned the pasta. To fall asleep with Benny on her feet and Lando’s arm around her waist. To wake up to his sleepy face buried in her neck.

Her chest tightened, a weird mix of warmth and terror flooding her veins.

She hadn’t said any of it out loud. She wasn’t even sure she was ready to admit it to herself fully.

But she felt it.

He was her home.

Even when they were a mess, even when they were miles apart, even when the world felt like it was spinning too fast — he was the constant. The anchor.

Her eyes flickered back to him. He was still talking, completely oblivious to her internal monologue, making some dramatic gesture with his fork.

And she smiled. Soft. Private.

God, she was so fucked.

—Ames?— Lando’s voice snapped her back, his brows furrowing as he looked at her. —You zoned out. You good?—

She blinked, realizing she’d been staring like a lovesick idiot. —Huh? Oh. Yeah. Sorry.—

He grinned, leaning back in his chair. —Thinking about how hot I looked in the sim rig earlier?—

She snorted. —Yeah, sure. That was it.—

He laughed, reaching across the counter to steal a piece of broccoli off her plate, popping it into his mouth with a triumphant smirk.

She just watched him for a moment longer, her heart doing that stupid fluttery thing again.

Maybe she didn’t have to have it all figured out right now. Maybe it was okay to just… feel it.

Let it simmer.

Let it grow.

She’d talk to him eventually. About the future. About what she wanted. About what they wanted.

But tonight?

Tonight she just wanted to sit here, eat half-burnt chicken, and bask in the quiet, stupid, perfect normalcy of it all.

She reached across the table and grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together without saying a word.

Lando blinked down at their hands, then looked up at her, an eyebrow raised in question.

She just smiled.

—What?— he asked, a soft grin tugging at his lips.

Amelie shrugged, squeezing his hand gently. —Nothing. Just… like you.—

His grin widened, eyes softening in that way that always made her insides melt.

—Yeah?— he asked, voice teasing but his thumb stroked over her knuckles like he already knew.

—Yeah,— she whispered back.

And for once, the silence between them didn’t feel like something that needed filling.

It just… was.

And it was enough.

[valentinaagarcia]

twisted wonderland characters as things i've heard in the locker room... pt.4

(didn't think i'd do one of these again?? but its in memorial for "vil" who's on a break bc of what "ace" and "floyd" did💔)

("yuu" is what i responded)

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deuce: you never know man, some guys get off from being fingered by other guys

jack: are you speaking from experience?

deuce: what? no

epel: don't lie now baby

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floyd: trust me everybody in this school knows that i'm the shit and they about to smell it!

yuu: im pretty sure they always smell it.

floyd: whoa is yuu actually matching my freak today??.... wait a second.

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ace: yo i just found out that eggs work just as good as any lubricant!

jamil: not only are you late to practice, but that is the first thing you say.

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kalim: you know yuu, i find it relaxing when you call my house number in the middle of the night at precisely 02.34am just to rant about your girl friends

yuu: ...i dont do that though

kalim: then who's been calling me at 02.34am every night just to rant about her girl friends?!

(spoiler alert, it was one of the cheerleaders)

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floyd: dude its only been a few hours and i havent rubbed one out yet... im afraid that its gonna effect my kicking

yuu: just how comfortable are you guys with eachother..?

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deuce: it's not a gay thing

jack: there is no way two guys hooking up is not a gay thing!

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ruggie: now that we're bros, does that mean i'm half-black?

jamil: excuse me?

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floyd: whoaa get this guy a strap-on and yuu!

rook: what?

yuu: get the hell away from me.

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jack: OH HELL YEAH!!

jamil: BOOMSHAKALALA YES GOD!!

yuu: never seen those two actually express emotion.

jade: you cannot be talking

yuu: what?

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floyd: everytime i sink my humongous dick into this pocket pussy, i remember my mom

jamil: i'm sorry you WHAT

floyd: yeah? she gifted me this pocket pussy when i was a wee lil boy, im still grateful

lilia: gee i thought you were about to catch a case

leona: doesn't he already have cases of trespassing, drug dealing and almost running someone over?

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yuu: so anyone want red velvet cake? i got nervous yesterday and baked too much.

epel: got nervous? so you baked?

yuu: what? i have habits, i'm human unlike you dogs.

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jade: floyd, i'm pretty sure coach said to spit on the ball, not shit

floyd: he did? oh crap, sorry!

jamil: he shit on the... oh my god OH LORD IS THAT WHY IT WAS STICKY THE WHOLE DAY?? WHY DIDNT YOU TELL US EARLIER

jade: i was benched.

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kalim: hey i think that cheerleaders waving at me!

deuce: dude, look behind you.

kalim: huh? oh

yuu: hey ladies🔥🙏🏽😝😝 (with rizz)

(jokes aside, im quite popular with the ladies and dont know why)

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jack: okay who the HELL whacked off in the bathroom and didn't clean up?

floyd: i used a tissue

ace: i did it yesterday

epel: i flushed it down the toilet

leona: my bad.

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malleus: im not gonna lie, i've been feeling as if im not apart of the team

yuu: welcome to my world, dude.

malleus: ? why do you feel that way, yuu?

yuu: i dont have a penis.

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silver: oh yeah, hasn't yuu been courting this one guy from our class?

ace: no way? i thought she was lesbian

yuu: i'm sitting right here, you know.

[kcgyatt]

HERO X HERO X HERO X HERO X HERO X HERO X MANIFESTATION HERO X HERO X HERO X HERO X HERO X HERO X HERO X HERO X HERO X

hes so attractive yes GOOOOODDDDDNESSS i don't know why i'm using the worst images to show him off but please one chance ONE CHANCE PLEASE.... he's so????? hello?????? everytime he looks at the camera i just curl my toes and giggle and allat YOU KNOW ugghhh... ur making me shy now am i that ugly..

HISS EYYESS HIS EYYESS GET THEM OFF OF THE SCREEN DIEEE PLEASE OH MY GOOSH GET OUTTT hes making me so feral what the hell. i would hit both forms to be honest. JUST OH MY.PLEASE. JUST. dont look at me like that heh!....

quit STARING QUIT IT ALREADY WE GET IT YOURE SO POWERFUL YOU CAN BREAK THE 4TH WALL JUST heh.... hmu bbg... how u doin teehee.. that fucking smirk pisses me off too please just get off 💔AUGH I NEED HIM PLEPLEPLASSEEE 3 years in marriage guys trust me.

DUDE DUDE DUDEEE HIS VERTICAL PUPILS?!>!:L1;Q1Q1L;1 HIS UNDERLASHES HIS FUCKING EYEBAGS HIS SMIRK HIS HANDS THE WAY HIS STRANDS OF HAIR FALLS DOWN STOOOOOOOOPPUR MAKING ME GO INSANE IS THAT A MULLET???????????

YOU. DAMN. hey. hi. i really like you. OH MY GOD PLEASE IM TWEAKING I NEED THIS GUY SO BADLY I NEED HIM AAURRRGH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARURURGGHH HEEUAGAH AHURURGHAHHH1920129(!@*!@) HTHISS THIS MAN THIS MAN IS SO?????? honestly why choose gojo when this man exists heh! (power scalers im staring at you please dont say gojo solos him.) OH MY DAYS PLEASE ONE CHANCE I NEED YOU.

YES. im not forgetting about him. YES. i will marry him too. YES. i will spoil him with whatever he wants. (he probably already has it) YES. im twirling my hair and giggling thinking about him. HES SO??? CUTE?? HE LOOKS LIKE A CAT?? HE JUST LOOKS LIKE ":3" NOT IN THAT WAY BUT THE FACE IS JUST SO ":3" AUGRH RHHRRR RHIS SMILE IS SO CURLED UP I CANT

LOOK LOOK LOOK HIS SO WHAT?? DO YOU GET WHAT I MEAN HE IS JUST SO???????? :3???? YES PLEAAAAAAASSEEEEE I NEED THIS MAN ON THE JOB RIGHHTT NOWW I WANNA... DUDE. he looks like a loser. maybe he is. hes now a loser. i want this loser.

its not just because "oh haha stupid ordinary guy = loser" ok it might be that case but but LOOK HES SO??? stop im gonna explode im gonna. i cant find the words. he's just so. autistic. i feel like he stims alot by snapping his fingers.

OK PACK IT UP 😭😭😭yh theres no recovering from this. a grown ass man leaping into all fours to catch a coin (MY MAN) thank god there was no one around!... yeah im the fan being served oh YEAAAHHHHHHH hes getting it no hesitation bro!!!! i wanna smooch him on the forehead like? im gonna cry why arent you real.

just open the damn soda u fucker quit staring at it. "woah... it's me." GET OUTTTTTTTTTTT hes so cute though HES SO HANDSOME im gonna crash out please just please please please bro i need you you're so GHR u make me go insane i want you so BAD WHY DID I CHOOSE A MAN FROM A SERIES THATS NOT EVEN RELEASED AND THAT NOBODY GAF ABT IT💔💔just make out with me alrdy bruh

"he's a genius he ain't fumbling allat up, he literally has a 2nd form of high importance!" and hes marrying me idgaf throw another coin near the drain and see what happens heh. i hope the series has more scenes just him messing up on some stuff.

like him doing this sick gesture then opening the can just to get sprayed by soda???? please?? i need you??? transition purposes but hell yeah please just trip again. into my arms this time pelasee.. idk what i was doing i was just thinking abt tbhx and then.. bhx.. hx.. hero x.. drools HERO X MENTIOEND LALALALLAL HERO X!!!!!!!! HERO X LOML ONE AND ONLY WIFE ARRGHH mansplain manipulator malewife or wtv they say ig

[anton-luvr]

hiii can you do Riize's reaction to dreaming of u cheating? Lmao like do u think they would get upset ,worried...? 🧍🏽‍♀️

# WHEN THEY DREAM OF YOU CHEATING ; 7riize.

⚝ bf!riize x gn!reader | angst ⚝ note ; thank you for req anon!! this was honestly kinda sad to write like damn who would cheat on them 💔 + reqs are CLOSED

# SHOTARO. - it'll definitely upset him a bit, but it won't last long. he knows the both of you love each other too much to cheat, so he'll go back to being the happy unbothered king he is after telling you about it and being smothered with kisses and reassurances from you.

# EUNSEOK. - all sassiness and pettiness will be unleashed. he'll wake up in a cold sweat, reach over to make sure your sleeping figure is still beside him, and proceed to whack you awake with his pillow. shouts a "how could you cheat on me in my dream!?" while you're startled awake, confused. he'll proceed to wrap himself around you and make you promise you would never cheat on him (you really would never) before falling asleep again with his head resting on your chest.

# SUNGCHAN. - he will be very upset. he know it's just a dream, but it kinda messes him over and he's just :( for the rest of the day. it just felt so real and it makes him so uncomfortable and sad. needs extra kisses and hugs and reassurance that you'll never cheat on him.

# WONBIN. - like the drama queen he is, he would be soooooo extra about it. shakes you awake at 2am and will ask 'did you ever cheat on me? be honest.' and you'd be so confused bc why??? would you cheat????? when you have park wonbin??????? you tell him just that, but he's not convinced. writes up a contract that you'll never cheat on him and makes you sign it the next day. both of you know that you would never, but wonbin feels more relieved to have it on paper bc he's silly like that.

# SEUNGHAN. - bro is Not Impressed™. he'll tell you about the dream very seriously, because it genuinely makes him feel sick to the stomach. not that he doesn't trust you, it's just that the dream left him scarred. but once you squeeze him in a hug and get him flowers with a sweet kiss to the cheek, all memories of the nasty dream fades away.

# SOHEE. - he'll be so whiny and upset about it. would be mumbling "how could you cheat on me in my dream? :(" and "why would you do that to me? :(" for the whole day because it was so upsetting. it gets to the point where you have to grab him by the face and tell him for the nth time that you would never do that to him, and you'd find a way to get into his dream to slap your dream self for it. it's so stupid and childish that it makes the both of you laugh, the kiss you press on sohee's lips making him feel better.

# ANTON. - listen... he'll start crying. he has some insecurities, so this just might break him. cries so hard that you wake up and he wouldn't want you to touch him for a while. but once he's calmed down and lets you hug him, he'll cry even more :( he'll also talk about it with you and the both of you will work on his insecurities while he becomes clinger than ever bc you're his favorite person in the world, and he doesn't want to lose you to someone else :(

© anton-luvr, 2023.

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[palajae]

pov: everyone thinks you’re lonely asf but that’s certainly not the case…

PAIRING... ni-ki x f!reader | GENRE... smau, secret relationship! au, fluff, romance, humor | warnings: food, i think that’s it??

a/n ▸ tried something a little different while im on break due to exam season :)

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ynln aquarium!!!!!!

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yfun 💕💕💕

ynln i should’ve brought you with me instead… yfun instead?

user did you go alone lol

sunoo.ing fr 🤔

user1 omg invite me next time

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n.riki.120905 me and my bestie steve

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yy_jungwon yoiii why didn’t you take me

simjakeyun excuse me who is steve 🤨

n.riki.120905 second slide??? simjakeyun aint no way i got replaced by a stingray

lee.heehee steve is a mood

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yfun EXCUSE ME Y/N Y/L/N

yfun AT NIGHT

yfun BY YOURSELF (?&;!;:

ynln for once i was indeed not alone 🙏

yy_jungwon omg you went out

ynln and you went to the gym !! yy_jungwon bruh how’d you know that

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n.riki.120905 late night shenanigans 😝

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yy_jungwon i hope you fell down those stairs

n.riki.120905 is this because i made you do five sets instead of three yesterday

jong_park02 why were you out so late??

simjakeyun there goes mother jay again

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simjakeyun stop hanging out with these animals and pick up my call instead

simjakeyun why have you been so busy recently

hooniezz dang niki don’t like you anymore simjakeyun who hooniezz ?? what simjakeyun who asked

user dogs >>> cats

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ynln best decision ever was volunteering at the animal shelter <3

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yfun omfg whose kitty is that 🥹🥹

user more like whose hands are those 👀

yy_jungwon why that cat looking kinda…

sunoo.ing familiar?

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ynln why study for exams when you can not 😌

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yfun IS THAT A GUY I SEE

yfun STEALING MY Y/N FROM ME

user wtf you have a boyfriend !?!!;&:

sunoo.ing no way that’s who i think it is 😭😭

ynln idk what you’re talking about??? sunoo.ing i feel betrayed

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ynln bro what is with that second pic

sunoo.ing I KNEW IT

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simjakeyun 💔💔

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simjakeyun ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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a/n ▸ i got inspired by various writers on this platform to make this but anyway this is the beginning and end of jae’s smau era. it was fun but i can’t do this anymore it took literal HOURS (jk who knows 👀). hope you enjoyed tho as i crawl back into my study cave for the next couple of weeks :))

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[jsmainblog]

SFW alphabet - Spencer Reid!!

find the template i used (here)!!

warnings: none!

💗💔- mainly fluff a little bit of angst but not much

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

I'd say for spencer it would depend on the day. If he just came home from a case or had a rough day at work he would be super duper affectionate and clingy. But on other days it's pretty mild and casual.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Bro he would be such a good friend. You guys met through a local book club!!! You guys always exchange book recs and he tells you about his job (which is very interesting). He's also the best to come to for advice or a second opinion on something!

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

I'd say spencer is a fan. Whether its on the couch or on the BAU jet spencer is always down for a cuddle session!! its kinda hard to explain how i think he would cuddle u but here are some images for reference.

i hope u understand the vision.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

spencer has alwaysss wanted to settle down. i dont think he realised it until jj got pregnant where he kinda became obbssessed with having a partner, a house and a kid/s. He's pretty good at cleaning bc hes a massive germaphobe and i think hes an alright cooker given that he has had to take care of himself for quite sometime.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Spencer wouldn't be mean or harsh about it. I think all he wants is an amicable split up. best case scenario u guys speak occasionally or are still friends, worse case scenario you have very limited contact/dont talk much. he'd probably hate breaking up with people and he would get very stressed out about doing it.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I think spencer is open to commitment. he definitely wants to get married at a point in time. the good thing is with him theres no rush. he wouldn't be like one of those people who propose after like 11 years together but he wouldn't be to sudden. i'd say anywhere between 3.5 years - 6 years of dating would be his preferred timeline to propose.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Spencer is a very gentle soul at heart. like have u seen him with his mom😭. but i think post prision/later seasons reid is a little bit more rougher around the edges esp right after he came out of prision.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Spencer isn't the biggest fan of hugs but he dosen't hate them. the quick side hug in public at home these hugs might be longer depending on how comfortable he feels at the time. when he leaves for a case he definitely hugs u like its the last time he's gonna see you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

spencer dosen't say it super duper quick. it would defientley take some time just to start to open up and trust a person. he'd probably say it super randomly and you'd just stare at him like this 😲

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

spencer isn't the jealous type. he might question u about it later or express disapproval towards the other person but hes not outwardly jealous and possessive.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

his kisses are very sweet and gentle and very explorative like hes trying to commit your mouth to memory. he likes to kiss you on the temple and forehead. he's such a big fan of getting kissed on the head and cheek.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

SPENCER REID LOVES CHILDREN. sorry. spencer reid loves looking after kids, being around kids he loves it. btw this is not in a creepy way he just genuinely loves them. he thinks children have such unique minds, and bc he didn't spend alot of time being an actual child himself (mentally + emotionally) its his excuse to act a bit more childish/silly.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with spencer are pure bliss. You'd wake up to light streaming underneath the curtains as u lay in bed with him as he watches you admiring you like you are the finest work of art hes ever seen. after some cuddling and whispered chats and probably a infamous spencer reid ramble he'd get up and help you make coffee and breakfast. he'd probably read something while you guys have breakfast.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

if spencer isnt away on a case nights are cozy with him. you'd guys lay in bed freshly showered whilst he reads you may be watching a tv show or catching up on work. the vinyl player in his/your room is probably playing softly in the background. he'd also have smaller lights on and a candle or two. spencer is a very quiet guy so i'd think when hes tired hes basically nonverbal.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

spencer probably won't reveal a ton of stuff straight away. he randomly just decides that you can unlock a piece of his lore and will randomly tell u or intergrate it into a vunerable situation.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

spencer whilst having the patience of an absolute saint can also tolerate so much if you'd put yourself in risky situations or not communicate with him properly he'd get pretty annoyed.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

spencer is a profiler for a living so of course he is insanley observant. he probably knows you better than you know yourself. he picks up on your micro expressions, your likes, dislikes, habits and creature comforts.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Spencer's favourite memory is probably a bookstore date you guys went on. you guys got coffee and wandered aimlessly from bookstore to bookstore hand in hand. it was a pretty successful day.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

spencer would probably be quite protective of you due to not only the nature of his job but his past experiences ahem maeve. i think he feels really guilty if a loved one of his romantic or not gets hurt/injured/killed/put in danger whilst in his care. this probably leads to a couple of arguments about him being a bit too protective.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

spencer would definitely try quite hard, yet sometimes his plans could get foiled/put on hold because of the very demanding nature of his job. this just makes him go bigger and better for the next time though. :)

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

i think socially at times spencer can get a bit immature. whilst he's very big on open and honest communication, fights may spur him to shut down verbally, freeze you out or make snarky remarks that could sometimes sting a little. (kinda think about the way he acted with emily in season 2 and jj after finding about the whole emily situation in season 7.) he also sometimes threatens stuff, mainly about taking drugs/relapsing esp fights that last along time. while these are empty threats they still make you worry and arent fun to deal with.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

i dont think spencer is to concerned about his looks at all. he probably just views himself as a brain in a body who has flesh and blood.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

I think spencer goes through periods esp when hes far away on cases where he does feel incomplete without you and craves to even just be in ur presence. at the same time i think he was grown accustomed to being away from you for extened periods of time.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

spencer is a cat fanatic. u guys defo have a cat at a point in time.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

in general

spencer dosne't like loud noises or scratchy clothing

he dosen't like people who are very self entilted esp when working on cases

spencer hates the sound of nails on a chalk board

hates contact lenses (yet still wears them anyways) (your so real for that spencer)

in a partner

people who are quite self entilted

people who take his intellengence for granted

people who use him

people who feel less deeply about him then he does about them

people who give off highschool bully energy

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

hes probably quite a deep sleeper, in my mind he sleeps kinda ugly like mouth open, receeding jawline, drooling kinda ugly. he also sleeps curled in a ball. he dosnet know why he just does.

[sayoneee]

☆ MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE

“i’ll send an S.O.S to the world” - the police (smau)

contains: travis stoll x aphrodite! reader. idiot (travis) in love. alt universe everyones happy. woc friendly as always

kashaf’s note: i'm still pirating the show, this ones for my book readers out there! for reference, connor is percabeth's age, while travis is yns age so um imagine

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connorstole worst brother ft. sister in law

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yn um whatchu mean by that

connorstole none of ur concern!

annabethhh Ok connor

connorstole annie ur such a boomer annabethhh what did i say about calling me annie. connorstole im running dw!

silenabeauregard HUH???

yn just as confused as u are.

travistole im ur only brother.

connorstole not true @ lukecastellan + @ chrisrodriguez exist

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travistole bf + worst brother ft. gf

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yn wheres ur gf all i see is me

travistole ur the gf obviously yn we’re not dating? 😭 connorstole and i thought i was slow yn u better run before i sic clarisse on u. connorstole im not the guilty party here so gl bro travistole semantics

lukecastellan she said yes? congrats bro ✊

yn no she didnt! lukecastellan 💀

cbeckendorf ay man

travistole my one and only 😘 cbeckendorf 💋 clarisse poor poor silena travistole me and charles r actually in love thank u very much. cbeckendorf silena my number 1 tho travistole two heart breaks in one day... how much more can a man take 😔

connorstole hurt people hurt people

travistole no bitches connorstole speak for urself

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yn girls night!

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travistole thats my girl 😍

yn travis stop telling people im ur gf 😭 travistole i cant believe my own girl dont love me 💔 yn u never asked me out??? clarisse 💀

silenabeauregard FAV SISTER

yn i love u

clarisse GIRLFRIEND

yn only ur gf 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 travistole 😕 yn 💀

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yn mf stole me flowers.

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travistole and u said chivalry is dead 😔🙏

yn it is. travistole nvm i agree w u babe clarisse walk him like a dog!

lukecastellan so she did say yes

yn not too much coming from u.

percyjackson @travistole CONGRATS

travistole 😁

connorstole this has to be fake

yn i wish it was travistole 😕

annabethhh another soldier down 😔

yn sry annabeth </3 i let u down

silenabeauregard FINALLY

yn HELLO??? @ cbeckendorf ??? silenabeauregard oh you're so dead. yn @ travistole heyyy bf come save me travistole omw gf 😍

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[sweetheartdecay]

care in every explosion

the reader takes care of bakugo when he's injured, showing him a different side of their relationship. despite his initial gruffness, bakugo slowly warms up to the reader's care and companionship. as they spend more time together, the barriers between them begin to break down, and they share moments of laughter and understanding. one evening, bakugo surprises the reader by thanking them for everything, showing a rare moment of vulnerability. the reader realizes how much bakugo means to them, and they both acknowledge the growing bond between them. despite their differences, they know they can rely on each other and support each other through thick and thin.

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the sound of bakugo's gruff voice filled the air as he hobbled into the dormitory common room, his face twisted in a grimace of pain. you glanced up from your book, concern instantly etching across your features as you took in his disheveled appearance.

"what the hell happened to you?" you asked, rising from your seat and rushing over to him.

bakugo waved you off with a scowl. "it's nothing," he muttered, though his slight wince betrayed his words.

you weren't convinced. "sit down," you commanded, gently guiding him to the nearest couch. "let me take a look at that."

grumbling under his breath, bakugo complied, allowing you to inspect the injury on his leg. It was a nasty gash, deep and bleeding profusely. your heart clenched at the sight, but you pushed aside your unease, focusing on the task at hand.

with practiced hands, you cleaned the wound, ignoring bakugo's protests as you worked. despite his tough exterior, you could see the tension in his shoulders ease slightly as you tended to him.

"there," you said finally, applying a bandage to the wound. "all done."

bakugo's gaze softened as he looked up at you, a hint of gratitude in his eyes. "thanks," he muttered gruffly, though his tone lacked its usual bite.

you smiled gently, brushing a lock of hair away from his forehead. "anytime," you replied softly.

over the next few days, you found yourself spending more time than usual by bakugo's side, helping him with everyday tasks and keeping him company during his recovery. despite his initial protests, he seemed to welcome your presence, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by either of you.

as the days passed, you found yourself begrudgingly tolerating bakugo's presence more than usual. his explosive personality seemed to mellow in your company, and you discovered a side of him that few others got to see. you shared sarcastic banter and competitive challenges, finding an odd sense of camaraderie in your constant bickering.

one evening, as you sat beside bakugo's bed, he reached out to take your hand in his, his grip firm yet oddly comforting. you raised an eyebrow, surprised by the uncharacteristic gesture.

"thanks," he grumbled, his voice rough but sincere. "for not being as annoying as usual."

you chuckled, giving his hand a playful squeeze. "you're welcome, i think," you replied, a smirk playing on your lips.

in that moment, as you sat together in grudging companionship, you realized that maybe, just maybe, there was more to bakugo than met the eye. and as his grip tightened ever so slightly around your hand, you knew that despite his rough exterior, he valued your presence more than he let on.

together, you would navigate the ups and downs of hero training, supporting each other in your own unique way. because in the end, all that mattered was the bond that held you together, strong and unbreakable, just like the friendship that blossomed between you.

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btw to the person who told me i shouldnt use x readers if the character isnt attracted to them pls tell me what should i put bro like damn u dont gotta call me an asshole n shi 💔💔

[kathlare]

the alchemy

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie returns to the F1 paddock during the Miami Grand Prix, where emotions run high on and off the track.

Wordcount: 2.6 k

Warnings: fluff, smau, kinda suggestive content

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May 5th, 2024 - Miami, FL

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amelienation: Amelie has arrived at the paddock for the Miami Grand Prix alongside a friend and her sister, Stella! 💕 She’s here to support Checo, marking her first race appearance of the season. Looking stunning as always, can’t wait to see more of her this weekend! 🏎✨

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fan1: She really said, "Let me slay Miami while casually supporting my bro-in-law." 🔥 → fan2: @fan1 Bro, imagine being this iconic.

f1fanatic32: She’s back in the paddock, and all is right in the world 🌎✨

latinaf1love: Supporting Checo like the queen she is! 🫶 → drivetoamour: @latinaf1love She’s the real MVP. Forget the drivers, I’m here for her.

amieobsessed: Imagine if she dates a driver… I’d die. 😭 → landoislife: @amieobsessed Bestie she’s too good for any of them. Let’s be real.

pinktarmac: Miami AND Amelie?? We’re eating good this week 🥵 → fastfamfan: @pinktarmac Forget the race, this is the main event.

lanmilsupremacy: She’s here supporting Checo... but you KNOW she’s gonna end up in Lando’s garage somehow 👀💅 → amelieupdates: @lanmilsupremacy Friends supporting friends, right? Totally innocent... 👀

landoobsessed: Imagine if Lando and Amelie were actually dating though... that would break the internet fr. 😍 → f1shipperzzz: @landoobsessed Literally waiting for that soft launch any day now 💀

miamilover99: If I see one picture of her and Lando together this weekend, I’m DONE. My heart can’t take it. 💔 → oscarfan45: @miamilover99 Same, but also... I’m refreshing Twitter every five seconds. 😭

oscarfan101: Y’all KNOW Lando’s gonna act suspicious all weekend now that she’s here. 😂 → landosimp23: @oscarfan101 The man’s gonna stutter through every interview, bet. 💀

hatersgonnahate: She’s only here for attention. Like, we get it, you’re famous.

landoismyman: She better not end up with anyone else on the grid. I’m still holding out for my otp. 🥹

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The Miami sun was blazing, the roar of engines echoing through the circuit. Amelie stood in the Red Bull garage with her sister Stella, who was animatedly chatting with Checo's engineer. Amelie’s attention, however, was firmly fixed on the big screen in front of her, where the final laps of the race played out. Her heart was pounding in sync with the commentator's excited voice.

Lando was leading.

The McLaren driver, her Lando, was within grasp of his first-ever Grand Prix victory. She could barely breathe as she watched him expertly navigate the track, holding off Max Verstappen with a precision and calm that had the crowd on their feet.

She wasn’t supposed to be here, not this close to the action. Being in the McLaren garage would’ve raised suspicions, so she’d accepted Stella’s invitation to watch with Red Bull. But now, standing among strangers, the idea of keeping her emotions in check felt impossible.

When Lando crossed the finish line, the world seemed to stand still for a moment before erupting into chaos. The commentator’s voice cracked as he shouted, “Lando Norris takes his first-ever Formula 1 victory in Miami!”

Amelie’s knees buckled, tears streaming down her face before she even realized it. She brought her hands to her mouth, trying to stifle a sob, but the dam had broken.

—Oh my God,— she whispered, voice trembling.

Stella turned to her, a knowing smile on her lips. —Go.—

Amelie hesitated for only a second before bolting out of the garage. Her mind was a blur, her body moving on pure instinct as she weaved through the crowds and dodged security personnel. She barely registered the cheers or the sea of orange-clad fans.

She reached the pit lane just as Lando pulled into the designated spot, his car stopping amid a swarm of jubilant McLaren team members. Without thinking, she pushed her way through the cluster of orange uniforms, earning a few startled looks but no resistance.

The adrenaline of the moment was buzzing in her veins, her chest tight with excitement and raw emotion. Amelie didn’t think. She couldn’t think. All she could see was Lando, his helmet still on, his body emerging from the car as the pit crew celebrated around him.

Her heart was pounding so loudly in her chest, it drowned out the noise of the cheers from the crowd. She could feel the warmth of the Miami sun on her skin, but it all faded into the background as she pushed forward, her eyes locked on Lando. He was laughing, his face lit up with joy, but it was when he looked over and saw her that the world seemed to stop.

Lando’s expression shifted instantly from celebration to something softer, something intensely familiar. His eyes widened for just a second, and before anyone could stop him, he was pushing through the crowd, sprinting toward her.

Amelie couldn’t breathe. She didn’t know what she was doing, didn’t know why she was crying or why she’d run here, but the second his arms wrapped around her, the tears didn’t stop.

Lando’s voice broke through the buzzing in her ears. —Ames, baby— he murmured, his hands cupping her face as he pulled her into him. His lips crashed into hers, not soft, but frantic, hungry, like he’d been waiting for this moment, just like her.

The kiss was everything. His lips were warm and familiar, tasting of the salt from sweat and the intense excitement of his victory. His arms were strong around her, his hands threading through her hair, holding her in place as if he couldn’t bear to let go. And, for a moment, neither of them cared who was watching.

The cameras were already there, catching every second, every desperate kiss, and the crowd erupted in cheers. But for Amelie and Lando, it was just the two of them in the middle of everything. She forgot the world around them entirely as she lost herself in the kiss, her hands trailing up his chest, pressing him closer.

When they pulled back, panting for air, their foreheads rested together, and Lando’s breath was unsteady. —Fuck, Ames, I thought you’d never do that.— He laughed, breathless, eyes wide with disbelief and joy.

Amelie laughed too, wiping the last of her tears away. She could hear the commotion behind them, the pit crew still cheering, but it felt distant. The only thing that mattered was this moment with him. —I didn’t plan this, Lan,— she admitted with a slight chuckle, her hands still resting on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart.

Lando grinned, eyes soft but intense, and kissed her again, this time gentler. —Guess we’re out of the secret club now, huh?—

Before Amelie could respond, she was swept up in a wave of McLaren team members, all clapping him on the back, lifting him into the air in celebration.

Amelie watched, still caught up in the whirlwind of emotion, as Lando was carried by his team, laughter and cheers filling the air. The reality of the moment hit her again. He’d won. He’d really won. And now, everyone knew they were together.

She wiped away another tear, trying to steady herself as she made her way toward the podium area, keeping her eyes on Lando the whole time. She couldn’t believe this was happening, couldn’t believe she was watching him, the man who’d been her best friend and then something more, up there on the top step, holding the trophy with the biggest smile on his face.

When Lando finally stood on the podium, her heart swelled with pride. The champagne sprayed, the crowd screamed, and he held the trophy high above his head, looking out at the fans. But all Amelie could see was him, her Lando, standing there, shining in the spotlight. And her tears didn’t stop.

She couldn’t hold back anymore.

Her hands shook as she watched him, the sound of the crowd fading into the background. This was real. This moment, this victory, it was everything they’d both been working for, even if it wasn’t the way they’d planned it. She was crying now, openly, the tears streaming down her face as she clapped and cheered, completely unable to stop the wave of emotion flooding over her.

When the ceremony ended, Amelie stayed back, her heart still racing. She didn’t want to crowd him, not yet, not when he was still caught up in the media frenzy.

She waited outside the McLaren Team Hub, pacing anxiously as the minutes stretched into what felt like hours. The cool evening air of Miami was a welcome relief after the scorching heat of the day, but Amelie couldn’t bring herself to relax.

Her phone buzzed in her purse, but she ignored it, not wanting to be distracted. All she could think about was Lando, and how she’d kissed him, and how this moment—his first win, their first kiss in front of everyone—would change everything.

Finally, she saw him. The door to the team hub opened, and there he was, looking fresh and clean, dressed in a McLaren team shirt, his hair still damp from the shower but that familiar cocky grin on his face.

Amelie felt her heart skip a beat as he caught sight of her. His grin softened instantly, and he walked toward her, his strides long and confident.

—Hey, Ames,— Lando said with a teasing smile, his voice still thick with emotion from the day. —You look stunning. But are you okay? You’ve been crying like a little baby.—

Amelie rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t stop the smile that stretched across her face. —Shut up, Lan. You won your first race. Of course, I’m emotional.—

He pulled her into his arms, his lips finding hers in a sweet kiss. The world seemed to disappear as she kissed him back, her hands trailing up to cup his face.

When they pulled away, Lando rested his forehead against hers. —Let’s get to the hotel, yeah? I’m ready to celebrate properly.—

—Are you now?— she teased, but the grin on her face was wide.

As they made their way to the hotel, Amelie’s mind couldn’t help but drift to the after-party. They were both ecstatic, both a little tipsy from the excitement and the lingering effects of the champagne. But when they arrived at the party, the energy shifted.

Lando was surrounded by people congratulating him, and Amelie found herself sticking close to him. She hated the way some of the other girls kept throwing flirtatious glances his way, their fingers brushing his arm just a little too long, trying to get his attention.

But it didn’t bother her as much as it would have in the past. Because the second those girls leaned in, Lando would turn to her, his eyes only on her.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer, her lips pressing against his ear. —You’re not going anywhere, Lan.—

He chuckled, nipping at her ear in return. —Never, Ames.—

As the night wore on, the party’s energy seemed to intensify. The music was loud, and the lights were flashing in every direction. But amidst the crowd, Lando and Amelie were like a little world of their own. They danced together, laughing and teasing, their bodies moving in sync to the beat. It was one of those nights where everything felt perfect, where the connection between them felt so natural, so easy.

Amelie felt the warmth of Lando's hand on her back as they danced, his touch sending electricity through her. The alcohol had loosened them both up, and their playful teasing grew a little bolder. Every time she laughed, Lando's eyes would light up, and every time she brushed her lips against his, his hands would find their way to her waist, pulling her even closer.

But she could feel the tension between them building—an energy that had been simmering under the surface for months, maybe longer. She could see it in the way he looked at her, the way his hands lingered on her body, the way their kisses had become more urgent as the night wore on.

At one point, Lando leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, his voice thick with desire. —You’re driving me crazy, Ames.—

Amelie shivered at the sound of his voice, her hands tracing the outline of his chest before sliding up to his neck. —Is that so?— she teased, her breath catching in her throat. She couldn’t deny the way he made her feel—the way his touch seemed to light her up from the inside out.

He smiled against her skin, pressing a kiss to her neck that made her pulse quicken. —Yeah,— he murmured, his lips brushing her jaw. —You’ve been killing me with those looks all night.—

Amelie laughed softly, but the sound was shaky, the heat in her chest turning into something more. She felt her heart race as she tilted her head back, giving him more access to her neck. —You’re such a flirt, Lan,— she whispered.

He chuckled against her skin, the sound vibrating through her. —Only for you, Ames,— he said, his voice low and raspy.

But as the night went on, Amelie couldn’t ignore the way her body responded to his closeness, the way every touch, every kiss felt more urgent, more desperate. There was a tension building, a hunger that neither of them had been able to ignore for too long.

Eventually, they found their way to a quieter corner of the venue, far from the noise of the party. Lando backed her up against a wall, his body pressing into hers as his lips crashed against hers once more. The kiss was heated, urgent, as though neither of them could wait any longer.

Amelie felt the heat of his hands on her waist, pulling her flush against him, and she responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his damp hair, tugging him closer. Every inch of her body seemed to crave him, and she could feel the same hunger in his every movement.

—Fuck, Ames…— Lando groaned against her lips, his hands sliding down to her hips, gripping her tightly as though he couldn’t get enough. Amelie’s breath hitched in her throat, and she pressed her body even closer to his, feeling the hard heat of him against her.

She pulled away just slightly, her eyes meeting his, her lips swollen from the kisses. —Lando,— she breathed, her voice trembling with the need building inside her. —I think we need to get out of here.—

He nodded without hesitation, his gaze dark and intense. —Yeah,— he said, his voice rough. —Let’s go.—

They didn’t even look back as they made their way out of the party, their hands intertwined, hearts pounding in their chests. Neither of them said anything, but the silence between them was filled with anticipation.

Once they reached his hotel room, the door slammed shut behind them, and it was as if the world outside didn’t exist anymore. Lando didn’t waste a second, pulling her toward him, his lips claiming hers again, more desperately this time. Amelie’s hands found the buttons of his shirt, tugging at them as she kissed him back with equal urgency.

Her heart raced as she felt his hands slip under her skirt, his touch sending shocks of desire through her. —Fuck, you feel amazing,— he whispered, his voice hoarse as his lips trailed down her neck.

Amelie moaned softly, tilting her head back to give him better access, her fingers working at the buttons of his shirt. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, the intensity of the moment, and she wanted more. She wanted all of him.

—Lando…— she breathed, her hands trembling as they explored his chest, her nails grazing his skin.

He looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire, before he pulled her top and skirt over her head in one swift motion. The moment she was in just her underwear, he lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed as if she weighed nothing. His hands were everywhere, caressing her skin, as though he couldn’t get enough of her.

Amelie’s breath caught in her throat as Lando hovered over her, his lips kissing a trail down her body. She arched into him, her hands threading through his hair, urging him on.

—Fuck, you’re beautiful,— he murmured, his lips brushing over her stomach.

Her body responded to his every touch, every kiss, and she pulled him back up to her lips, kissing him fiercely. Their hands were frantic, pulling at each other’s clothes, desperate to feel skin on skin.

When they finally came together, it was electric. Every inch of their bodies connected, every kiss, every touch, every sigh filled with the tension and desire that had been building for so long. It was messy and intense, the need for each other overwhelming.

And when it was over, they lay tangled together in the sheets, breathless, their bodies pressed close. Amelie’s head rested against Lando’s chest, and he kissed the top of her head, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on her back.

She smiled softly, her heart still racing. —That was… holy shit.—

Lando chuckled, his chest vibrating beneath her. —Told you I’d make you feel good, Ames.—

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landonorris: WWE FUCKIJG DID IT. P1 🏆

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ameliedayman: Finally, I get to kiss a winner. 🏆😏 Proud of you, champ. → landonorris: @ameliedayman Oh, I’m winning more than races tonight 👀.

fanspeedy: BRO FINALLY DID IT 🔥😭 WE BEEN WAITING SINCE 2019. → landofanboy69: @fanspeedy King secured the bag ON and OFF the track, no cap. 👀

minniemills: Tears in my eyes! Lando, you absolute legend. P1! 🏆 → landonorris: @minniemills Minnie, don’t cry, I’m barely holding it together myself. 😅

mclaren: And we said it: He’s built different. 🏆

taylorf1fan: Tears are streaming down my face 😭😭 LANDO REALLY DID IT. → lanmelie_endgame: @taylorf1fan He deserves it and we deserve this relationship reveal. 🙌👀

charles_leclerc: About time, mate. Just don’t think you’re catching me in Monaco 🥱 → landonorris: @charles_leclerc Watch me 😉

madisonbeer: KING SH*T 👑 So proud, Lando! → ameliedayman: @madisonbeer Right? I trained him well. 😉 → landoeditz_: @ameliedayman Girl, don’t play with us like that!

landohater69: Great, now his ego will be even bigger. 🙄

hayesgrier: Okay, Lando. We see you, trophy boy 🏆 Don’t forget who was rooting for you before you were cool. → ameliedayman: @hayesgrier Bro, you didn’t even watch F1 until like a year ago 💀 → hayesgrier: @ameliedayman Details.

maxverstappen1: Guess I’ll let you have this one 😉 Congrats, bro! Enjoy the moment. → landonorris: @maxverstappen1 Appreciate it, Max.

landosbiggestfan_: HE’S BEEN IN LOVE WITH HER FOR AGES AND NOW THIS?! I’M LOSING IT

amelieupdates_: Soft launch? Babes, this was a HARD LAUNCH.

racefan4ever: I KNOW we’re all vibing with the idea of them, but let’s just be real: THEY HAVE BEEN DATING, so don’t act surprised, ppl! → ln4nation: @racefan4ever Like seriously. We’ve BEEN rooting for them, and now it’s just a public affair! 🔥

beachbabealex: Lando’s been simping for Ames since 2020 and now he’s living the dream. Honestly, same. 👀

laneliefoever: I KNEW IT!! Lando's been OBSESSED with her since 2020 and now he’s finally living his dream. I CAN’T BREATHE!! 😭🔥 → lanosupporter92: @laneliefover SAME! He used to be all shy and now? A WHOLE DIFFERENT MAN.

ammyf1fan: Anyone else still in shock she kissed him in front of EVERYONE? Like, talk about setting the world on fire. 💥 → lanoloversunite: @ammyf1fan SHE HAD TO.

[doodles-bi-tea]

radio ga ga

Mickey’s a bit of a fanboy. Paparazzi is too.

pairing: lt. mickey “fanboy” garcia x fellow wso reader [second person, no y/n – callsign: paparazzi]

warnings: probably inaccurate pilot/in-sky jargon, profanity, alcohol consumption, no beta / real editing, ambiguous ending…

word count: 1,974

a/n: I thought my overly-top-gun-obsessed days were long behind me (in the days of 2022/2023) but one of my two film classes said “NO! go back to hyperfixating on lewis pullman and danny ramirez in the midst of your james mcavoy obsession.” and here we are, folks.

[good god I went through a whole tizzy trying to figure out what exactly I wanted the reader’s callsign to be. “paparazzi?” no, that’s plural! “paparazzo?” grammatically correct, but solely masculine. “paparazza?” feminine-aligning in the native language but not everyone is solely feminine (myself included). I gave up and just went with the grammatically incorrect “paparazzi” because then it doesn’t have to be a gender thing – I already have enough trouble figuring out what gender I am, I don’t need this to send me down another rabbit hole. ... ANYWAY that was my little rant about the callsign. I have a whole list, because, let’s face it: are you really a top gun fan if you’ve never thought about what your own callsign might be?]

4/14/25 update: UM as of posting this, this was actually started a really long time ago and I kinda gave up on the ending so either it’s bittersweet and ends here or I can write a part two if anyone really wants it lmao… but i’m back to obsessing over romance games and mythic quest again so that’s a thing! I literally just finished my s1-s3 rewatch and started s4 right before I saw jessie ennis' story about how it got cancelled bro 💔💔

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“Comms check. This is Paparazzi, filling in for Harvard, behind Yale. Yale, Fanboy, Payback, do you copy? Over.”

“Payback here, I can hear you loud and clear. Over.”

“Yale reporting for duty. Over.”

There’s a pause.

[paparazzi] “Fanboy, do you copy?”

[fanboy] “No, Paparazzi, I do not copy.”

[paparazzi] “Payback, tell Fanboy to check his comms.”

[fanboy] “Checking ‘em right now.”

[payback] “Fanboy, you can’t hear us?”

[fanboy] “Nope.”

Another pause.

[paparazzi] “He’s fucking with us, isn’t he?”

[payback] “...Yeah.”

You turn your head to the left to look at Payback and Fanboy’s F/A-18, flying parallel to your and Yale’s own aircraft. He’s already looking back at you.

“Sorry, Paparazzi. The opportunity was too good to pass up.” Fanboy’s laugh crackles over the radio as you flip him the bird.

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“What a gentleman.” You scoff, knocking your knuckles on the back of Mickey’s blue-streaked helmet.

He clearly wasn’t expecting it from the way his neck gives way at the contact. You two walk side by side on the tarmac after the exercise with Reuben [Payback] and Logan [Yale].

“I hadn’t realized this conversation was suddenly about Bob.” He chuckles, before trying to knock your own helmet out of your hands by smacking it.

Your grip falters slightly but instead moves the helmet to rest against the side of your stomach furthest from Mickey.

“My tone would be different if it were actually about Bob. Not that I expect you to know the difference between jokes and seriousness.”

“I do, too! You play too much.” He says dismissively, as if actually offended at your comment.

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“I play too much? Are you hearing yourself right now?” You laugh incredulously into your mask.

Fanboy’s F-35 flies somewhere slightly behind yours. You, Bob, Halo, and he are engaged in a pretty routine individual speed drill. Being WSO’s, you don’t get as much flying time as your respective partners, but still need the practice just as much.

“No, actually, I can’t. It’s pretty hard, since, we’re, you know, in planes right now?”

You roll your eyes behind your tinted visor – not like he can see it anyway.

“Break right!” Bob’s voice rings clear over the radio.

You see him, at the front of the line, start to turn, soon followed by Halo, who flies directly in front of you. Your gloved hands move along the plane’s controls to follow the two of them.

“Leaving me on heard? Real cool of you, Pap.”

Beneath your mask, your lips press themselves into a thin line. You bite your tongue for the time being, knowing you all need to finish the drill on time or Mav (and Hangman) would be on your asses about it. Fanboy’s taunts can wait.

“Break left!” Bob instructs. “We need to speed up a little, guys. Increase after the turn.”

All four of you follow suit. Turning left, then pushing the thrusters. Pulling G’s makes your body ache a little, your head feel like it’s under a weighted blanket (not in a good way!), and your stomach turn ever-so-slightly. Your mind goes blank, thoughts drowned out by the engines’ rumbling.

“Mark!” Halo calls, breaking you out of your trance. “We got two minutes, forty-seven seconds. Better than last time.”

The four of you slow and align into a horizontal line rather than a vertical one, now flying side by side.

“Good run, guys.” Bob says into the radio.

You can’t see his face, but you can tell he’s smiling when he says it.

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You’re packing up your duffel bag in the common room, waving goodbye to Cassie [Halo] as she leaves, when Mickey exits the mens’ lockers and enters the room. You try ignoring him at first, but he initiates conversation regardless.

“What happened up there, Pap? Did pulling G’s fog your brain up so much you couldn’t come up with a decent response?” He sets his own bag down on the pool table as he folds one of his shirts.

“Stop saying ‘Pap’ like it’s a good nickname.”

“Doesn’t mean anything bad.”

“It sounds like a… fuckin’ pap smear or something.”

“That…” He tucks the shirt into his bag. “Oh.”

You roll your eyes for the “who-knows-how-many”-th time of the day and harshly zip your bag closed. The heels of your shoes resounded muffled clicks on the carpet as you went to leave.

“Hey, wait, I, uh, I know I’ve been particularly annoying today,” Mickey stutters over his words as he throws his bag over his shoulder and runs to catch up. “But do you wanna go to The Hard Deck?”

“So you’re aware of it?” You scoff, continuing to walk towards the door – click clack, click clack.

He chuckles sheepishly, now walking at your side. “Maybe a little. But really, you wanna come with me?”

“And why should I?”

“Because… Uh…”

You hum hesitantly. He hums eagerly back. There’s a moment of silence before he breaks.

“I’ll pay?”

The footfalls finally stop as you both reach the door.

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And that’s how you end up four beers deep at The Hard Deck, sitting across from Mickey at a small table on the outside patio overlooking the beach. The sun’s gone down a long time ago, the brisk, salty air is chilling the tips of your nose and fingertips, and your beer bottles are empty. You and Mickey sit in a quiet, slightly-drunk stupor together. Looking at the ocean together only furthers the warm feeling that pools in your stomach from all the alcohol.

“I’m gonna go pay now, be right back,” Mickey’s words slur together slightly as he stands up and takes his wallet out of his pocket.

You hum in acknowledgement and slump down, arms folded over the table and head resting on top. The door opens, then shuts, as you hear Mickey go inside. The cold air prompts you to close your eyes – for just a second. Or, at least, what feels like a second.

When you open them, you’re met with Mickey’s curious and playful gaze. His face is still relatively far away from yours but you make eye contact because he’s leaned down to look at you. It’s almost as if you’ve grazed hands or held onto an embrace for too long. He smiles, in a surprisingly meek fashion, before gently nudging your arm.

“Wake up, soñolienta.” [“Wake up, sleepy.”]

You hum, before sitting up. The beer bottles are all cleared from the table and the bar is mostly empty, like the patio had always been. Penny stands behind the bar, wiping the counter. Jimmy sits across from a young man at a table on the side, talking while drying now-clean glasses. A few random customers are dispersed around the edges of the room but whatever party had been in the room earlier was clearly over.

“Thanks, Mick.”

“No problem,” he responds softly before going back to sit down in his chair on the opposite side of the table.

There’s a comfortable pause.

You rest your chin on your hands. “You’re actually kinda nice when you choose to stop being so damn annoying.”

“You too.”

You both laugh, another bout of warm silence – contrasting the chill of the sea air – following soon after. Your eyes lazily trace the surroundings. Where the sky meets the sea; Where the sea meets the sand; Where the sand meets the patio. The sand bleeds onto the sun-bleached wood. The patio meets the rest of the building, its sliding-glass doors, and the warm-toned LED globe lights that are suspended on the overhang (you and Bob had gotten into a pretty interesting conversation about lights with Penny, the two of you eventually convincing her to buy LEDs instead of using the old incandescent bulbs she previously used). The few speakers that are attached to the underside of the roof’s overhang play some random radio station. The tune doesn’t sound familiar, until the first song ends and a new one starts.

“Hey, I like this song,” You mumble absentmindedly.

Mickey perks up upon your mention of the music – he pauses to listen with you.

“Is this Djo?”

A surprised smile sneaks its way onto your lips.

“You know Djo?”

“Duh,” He teases. “Who doesn’t?”

“I’m just surprised. I don’t know what kind of music you listen to, besides the stuff you post on your Instagram stories,” You chuckle. “Which is mostly rap or really random hype music.” [shoutout to the danny ramirez instagram follower gang, his stories make me giggle bc he’s just such a boy and always posting about the miami canes and random selfies and stuff – I feel like a lot of danny’s personality bleeds into his characters (joaquin torres especially) so I tied this in with mickey…]

“I gotta keep up appearances, you know? Can’t be posting random pop and alt when people want the manly…” He motions around aimlessly with his hands while he looks for the words. “Hype stuff. I don’t know.”

“Sounds to me like you just don’t want to admit you have any semblance of decent music taste.”

“That is not true.”

“You’re a dork.”

“Says you, dork.”

“I can tell a lot of thought went into that. Great comeback.”

“Too bad you couldn’t come up with one when we were in the air.” He raises his eyebrows and cocks his head slightly in your direction with a toothy grin.

“Whatever. Just let me enjoy the radio in peace.”

Another eye roll added to the count. And yet, you can’t help the slight upturn of your lips as you look away in an attempt to seem aloof – key word being ‘attempt;’ it doesn’t work.

“I actually really like ‘Go for It,’” Mickey suddenly says.

His admission is another pleasant surprise.

“Damn, maybe you are a real fan.”

“It’s all in the name, sweetheart.”

You try to ignore the way your heart leaps into your throat at the nickname, a slightly flustered scoff working its way past your lips. The beer still sits in your stomach, but instead of providing warmth, it now feels stagnant. You glance over at Mickey as he checks his phone for a moment.

Was he always this cute? Or is it just the way he stands out against the night sky under the yellowing light? The way the outer edges of his eyes are threatening to press together as a content smile sits on his closed lips? It could just be the fact that his mouth is closed, for all you know. You don’t know, but it’s making you rethink everything. It’s… not a great feeling.

He must notice your smile drop as you space out, staring blankly in his direction, because he turns his phone off and looks back at you.

“You okay, Pap?”

Shaken from your daze, your jaw goes slack for a moment before you press your lips together and turn away. Your ears barely register the nickname.

“Oh, yeah, sorry, just… thinking.”

Mickey quirks an eyebrow. “About what?”

“You.” Is what you want to say.

The name of the song he mentioned seems to mock you. ‘Go for It?’ Yeah, right. You’d settle for biting your tongue instead of dying of embarrassment right here on the beach.

“Just work stuff,” You shrug it off – it’s technically not a lie if you’re thinking about your co-worker.

Mickey hums in understanding. “I get that. I feel like work follows me off-base, home, more often than I’d like.”

You glance back at him now. His face is to the ocean, so you only see his side profile, similar to when he was on his phone. Any semblance of the smile he usually wears is completely gone. His sobriety is… sobering, to say the least. It’s not often he drops the jokester persona. It almost tugs at your heartstrings a little bit.

“You wanna talk about it?” You tread lightly.

Mickey pauses. “Nah, it’s okay. Just tired right now, I think. Just… ‘work stuff.’”

You both chuckle halfheartedly at that. The sea air grows stale as the silence grows.

“I should, uh, get home,” He suddenly clears his throat and throws his hoodie on.

A sense of panic arises in you as he finishes tugging the grey material down his torso. Say something or let him leave.

Say something? Or let him leave?