#lance x youtuber!reader

[formulawolff]

"you belong here" - s.v.

pairing: gf!reader x aston martin!sebastian vettel

word count: 1.5k

warnings: (slight) age gap relationship, a little bit of cursing here and there, seb being absolutely down bad for the reader, some (slight) angst, the general public being judgmental, (slight) slut shaming, the drivers being little shits (as always), yadayadayada

a/n: i am a perfectionist when it comes to writing personalities, mannerisms, cadences of words, etc. so if i happened to not do the best job with this fic, please be patient with me!!! this is my first time writing for seb!!! i am open to feedback!!! <3

"okay, from the top. how many drivers are there?"

"twenty."

"nope!" he shakes his head, his lips curling into a smug smirk, "there are nineteen drivers. sorry love, but you were incorrect."

"sebastian," you scoff, rolling your eyes, "you needed to specify if you were included. because if you weren't included, there would be nineteen other drivers. if you were, there would be twenty."

"that's why it's called a trick question," his hand squeezes yours, "your hands are clammy, by the way."

"maybe because i'm nervous?" you counter, "this is my first time tagging along to a grand prix, you know."

"i know," he brings your hand to his mouth, kissing it tenderly, "i'm sorry for being a little pest."

"you're not a pest," your heart swells at the gesture, "i'm just anxious to meet everyone, that's all."

"oh they'll love you," confidence oozes out of his words, "i have no doubts about that."

sebastian vettel, four time world drivers' champion, was your boyfriend of the last year or so. the two of you met online, as you had slid into his dms on instagram after a very intoxicated evening out with friends.

since you had a love for formula one since you were a teenager, you admired drivers such as lewis hamilton, nico rosberg, daniel ricciardo, and well, sebastian.

you weren't quite sure where the love for the sport came from, but you could remember the sleepless nights you spent on youtube, eagerly clicking through racing highlights through various grand prixes. the sleepovers where your friends would be doing makeovers on you or painting your nails as you chattered about all of the driver drama and lore.

so, when you learned that mr. vettel was very single, and very open to the world of dating, you decided to shoot your shot. it took about six or seven drinks, but you mustered the courage to type out those fateful words.

i heard your single. we should change that.

shockingly, you received a response not too long after sending the message.

i believe it's *you're and not your. why should i take you up on your offer? you're a very beautiful woman but i need a little more information before i take you out on a date. ;)

from that message, the two of you chatted constantly, getting to know one another in-between shifts at your job, and his free time between races, press conferences, and training sessions.

eventually, he asked for your number, requesting a facetime call. you obliged, the two of you talking for hours upon hours that night. only a week or so later, he flew you out to his place in switzerland, requesting that you spend the weekend with him.

you did, falling for him the moment you met him in person. well, not like it was difficult by any means. with his charming aura and goofy persona, you felt comfortable almost immediately, letting your walls come crashing down.

nothing was too much or too out-of-pocket. you could make all of the vulgar jokes you wished, and he would laugh right along, only escalating the joke further. you could cry on his shoulder about anything, and he would happily rub your back, wiping away the tears that fell. he would hold you every night you slept together, not letting go until you wriggled away in the mornings.

and now, here you were, hand-in-hand as you entered the paddock. your heart skips a beat as your gaze falls on lance stroll, sebastian's fellow driver and teammate.

upon seeing you, his mouth curves into a bright smile, "look who it is!"

"i know you're not that excited to see me," sebastian pouts, "or did you really miss me that much?"

lance rolls his eyes at sebastian, sticking out his right hand, "good morning! i'm lance. i'm the other aston martin driver. well, you probably already know that."

"it's nice to meet you," you suppress a giggle, "i've heard a lot about you!"

"oh have you?" lance arches a brow, turning to sebastian, "have you been talking shit?"

"always pooks," sebastian chuckles, "not really. i just happen to talk a lot about racing. i'm sure she's tired of it by now."

"oh never," you flash sebastian a radiant grin, "i never get tired of all of the racing talk. i've loved formula one since i was about thirteen or so."

"that's awesome!" lance gushes, "you have yourself a keeper then, seb."

"i know i do," you feel his arm wrap around your shoulder, "should we go meet some fans? i promise they won't bite."

"fans?" you echo, a shiver running down your spine.

"well yeah," lance nods, "we have some time before we need to meet up with everyone. we usually chat with some fans, hand out some autographs. nothing too serious or glamorous."

"if you say so," you mumble, the words so quiet you were shocked you heard them.

it wasn't like you were dreading interacting with fans, it was just that you were a bit daunted by the idea.

ever since sebastian went public with you about a month ago, the reaction from the public was mixed. one half was adamant that you were too young for the driver, as there was an almost fifteen year age gap between the two of you. the plethora of negative comments that flooded the comment section of your instagram posts was almost too much to bear.

the other half, however, was very supportive, voicing that they "shipped" the two of you or that you were good for the driver. some comments even went as far to say that you were "a breath of fresh air", and that sebastian needed someone like you in his life.

yet, as the three of you stroll out of the paddock, you hoped for the latter. that the fans would be kind, welcoming you with open arms.

you could only dream, right?

"sebastian!"

"sebastian over here!"

voices flurry about, calling from all directions. everywhere all around, it was almost a sea of green, fans donning aston martin gear from head to toe. people of all ages flooded your field of vision, children hoisted on their parents shoulders to men and women in their seventies, maybe even their eighties.

"baby, can i see your purse?" his breath fans against your ear, snapping out of your trance.

"yeah," you nod, fumbling with your bag, "y-you need your sharpie, right?"

"hey," fingers find yours, intertwining them together, "it's just you and i. forget everyone else. just think about you and i."

"it's hard to-" you protest, yet you're swiftly cut off by a voice rising above the midst of the crowd.

"who invited the slut?"

sebastian's brows furrow, his eyes narrowing into slits, "what the fuck?"

more voices cut in, jeering.

"put her back in her crib! where she belongs!"

"you heard what i said! who invited that slut beside you?"

"goddamn," lance mutters under his breath, "what the fuck are they on right now?"

tears well up, threatening to spill over as you duck your head, lower lip trembling. sebastian senses your energy shift, wrapping a protective arm around your waist. he pulls you in close, pressing gentle kisses along your temple.

"come on, let's go back to the paddock. you don't deserve this."

lance flashes you a sympathetic glance before raising a hand, giving the crowd the finger, "whoever said that, this is for you!"

every aspect of the walk back is blurred as the tears fall. your lips are sealed tightly shut, suppressing the sobs rising in your chest.

you were barely here an hour and fans were already heckling you.

could you even last the weekend here?

did you even belong here?

"hey," his voice is soft, "come here."

blinking, you realize that he had taken you back to his motorhome, a private space for just the two of you. his arms are open, inviting you in. you nearly collapse into his chest, burying your head in it as he rubs your back.

"i'm so sorry."

"you don't have to be sorry," you shrug, swallowing the lump in your throat, "they're right. i don't belong here."

"stop that," fingers grasp your chin, tilting your head up, "you do belong here. you belong here just as much as anyone else does. i need you here."

"you promise?"

"i promise baby," sebastian tucks a few wisps of hair behind your ear, "you're irreplaceable. who cares what they think? just focus on me. it's just you and i this weekend, okay?"

"okay," you nod, sniffling slightly.

"you know what i think?" he leans in, the tip of his nose brushing against yours.

"what?" you inquire, the tears dissipating as he brings you in closer.

"they're just jealous that i have the most breathtaking, stunning, kindest, funniest girlfriend in the whole wide world. and no one, i mean no one, can take that away from me. you're mine baby. and nothing is ever going to change that."

you find yourself nearly crumbling into his chest once again, "you mean that?"

"of course i do. now, let's go try this again. if anyone is rude or hateful, i'll just spit on them, okay?"

[tonysbed]

You found Dad? | F1 Grid x Reader

F1 Grid x Exdriver!reader

Summary: Where people find out who it actually is..

Part one | Part two

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NOBODY GUESSED IT RIGHT HEHE 😽

skysportf1 via stream/youtube

user BRITNEY?!

user I did not know nico could bag someone like her

user They-Who-WHAT

user wonder how landos feeling

alex_albon found dead

user 😳

yn

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yn I feel like taylor wrote “So high school” abt us cause damn, he got me down bad

nicorosberg I love you, Liebling 🩷

yn love you more 🩷

landonorris holy moly I actually thought it was jenson

logansargent I accept him! We all do, right?

liamlawson yep! As long he keeps away from you know who

logansargent What?

fernandoalonso 🤦🏽‍♂️

lewishamilton he’s talking about me. I think you forgot that I’m quite close to yn and so..I’m close to Nico, all the fucking time cause they don’t survive a minute without each other

yn what did I do to you so you’d expose me like this?😀

lewishamilton just the truth, I love you

yn pff

user they’re so gorgeous 🥹

user they fit so well

lando.jpg

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lando.jpg they’re a match made in heaven I fear and sickening cute 😾

yn You need to send me the video where Lewis pushed him into that ball thingy 😭

lando.jpg it’s on its way to you!

nicorosberg Noooo that’s mean

yn oh well, sucks to be you

fernandoalonso told him she’d go out with him, he didn’t believe me

lewishamilton nothing new

nicorosberg 😐

lewishamilton what? It’s the truth 😇

nicorosberg ja ja

yn am I..God?

nicorosberg honey, what?

fernandoalonso she lost it

yn You and Lewis interacted, WITHOUT BEING FORCED TO. LEWIS IM PROUD OF YOU 👏👏

lewishamilton oh, thanks i guess

nicorosberg jesus

user im dead, they’re adorable

user need what they have

nicorosberg

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nicorosberg apparently all of these are my now adopted children…(Well except Fernando, Checo, Valterri, Nico, Kevin and Daniel is a half child)

danielriccardo how nice of you

charlesleclerc remember what we told you.

landonorris we meant it, Rosberg

oscarpiastri yes we did!😾

nicorosberg I got it! I listened to each and one of you

yn should I be worried?

lancestroll nope, everything is good

georgerussel what lance said

yn God good..

a/n: might wanna make a series like this with the drivers. Like she’s the grid mom but with different scenarios and drivers but something along the lines of this fic

[httpsserene]

𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝟒𝟎𝟒: 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 - 𝐥𝐬. 𝟏𝟖

summary: gaming & lifestyle youtuber!reader has been searching for her meet-cute romance. has she finally found it at the ski-resort? pairing: lance stroll x fem!black!reader genre: smau. status: complete.

from serene: sometimes my genius is almost frightening. you asked for lance and got him but i don’t think anybody expected it to turn out like this. i had no clue what to write for lance and in my search for inspo i watched his interview with ted kravitz from sky f1 and it birthed this! i think it’s pretty cute and i hope the lance girlies are satisfied xxx

⌕ join taglist | requests & feedback | table of contents ↻

episode one: MEET-CUTE? BOOKMARKED! | it’s the most wonderful time of the year! you swear there’s love in the air. however, your friends, family, and fans think you need intensive therapy.

episode two: RELATIONSHIP REVEAL | if you love her, you have to let her go. who the hell came up with that?

finale: ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN | after all of the trials, tribulations, and failed relationships of your life, you deserve your happy ending.

© httpsserene2024

[gguk-n]

Lights, Camera, Stroll (Lance Stroll x Youtuber!Reader)

All the pictures are from Pinterest or Nessa Barrett.

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bloggingmylife Decided to have a chill day at home!! New video up!!

user5 I love your vlogging style♥️♥️ user6 teach me your ways🥹🥹 user7 is it just me or did I hear a guy in the background?!🤔🤔 user8 why is Lance Stroll in the likes?? Since when did they follow each other??🤔😣

user2 that one user on twitter did say you were dating user3 so happy for you!! can't wait to see him in your videos

bloggingmylife

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bloggingmylife Got invited to the Canadian GP!! Had so much fun!! Love you Lancey!!😘😘

user1 OMG!! Is she dating Lance Stroll???😭😭 user4 f1 wag🥹🫣😭 user5 so pretty in green💚💚 lance_stroll love you too baby♥️♥️Liked by Author astonmartinf1 Please come back Y/N😭😭 bloggingmylife astonmartinf1 I'll be back as much as you want admin😘😘

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lance_stroll Home🇨🇦

user6 Lover boy Lance was not on my 2024 bingo😳😳 user7 they are so cute😚😚 user8 he called her his home🥹🥹 astonmartinf1 good weekend👍 bloggingmylife I wish you didn't travel so much😤😤 lance_stroll bloggingmylife what's stopping you from following me around?🫢🫢 bloggingmylife lance_stroll actually you are right🙄🙄.

Y/N- Hi guys!! Y/N here. Today I am joined by my lovely boyfriend!! Lance- Hi Y/N's subscribers Y/N- We're playing Most Likely too today!! Shall we start?? Lance- Sure, babe Y/N- Who is most likely to plan a spontaneous trip? Lance- *points to himself* she stress's too much and needs days to plan stuff out. Y/N- hey!! I just like being in control of things *pouts* (Lance pecks her lips.) Y/N- Who is most likely to forget important dates like anniversaries or birthdays? Lance Lance- when did I do that?? Y/N- my birthday, this year. Lance- in my defence it was on a Monday after the race *raises hands up to surrender* Y/N- fine, I'll cut you some slack. Who is most likely to win a cooking competition? Lance- Y/N. She cooks the most delicious food. My trainer hates her. Y/N- I try to make healthy and tasty food. I call bs on your trainer. He just hates not being able to eat my cooking. *Lance laughs* Y/N- Who is most likely to start a new hobby or interest? Lance- Y/N!! We have so many of her hobbies lying around, half done. Y/N- Listen, they seem like good ideas at 3 in the morning and I order them on Amazon. Lance- I love your neurodivergent self!! Y/N- Who is most likely to handle a surprise party for the other? Lance- Me. Y/N- Who is most likely to stay up all night binge-watching a new series? Lance- Y/N, she spent the last night binge watching Lady Jane. Y/N- The show is great and I would like to tell the audience; he watched it too!! Who is most likely to initiate a major life change, like moving to a new city? Me, since I literally move for you. *pecks Lance on the lips* Lance- Thank you, I love having you home. Now you can start travelling with me too. Y/N- Who is most likely to take on a new fitness challenge or goal? Lance- me. She barely goes to the gym. Y/N- don't expose me like this!!! Who is most likely to surprise the other with a thoughtful gift? Lance- Y/N. I have so many gifts and for the randomest occasions. Y/N- You get me flowers all the time. I have to return the favour. Who is most likely to get lost while driving to a familiar place? Lance- She got lost in her home city *shakes his head* Y/N- I'm bad with navigation. Lance- That's why I drive you around, I'm scared I'll lose you. Y/N- Aww, Lancey!! I love you Lance- I love you too!! Y/N- That's it for today!! Hope you guys had fun. I had a lot of fun. *the video ends with both of them kissing*

[old-lorarri]

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a compilation of moments from everyone ‘no fuck to give’ couple that people still reference till this day

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[toastedkiwi]

Bastard Child Outline

Pairing: Chris Evans x Bastard Child/Daughter!Reader

A/n: this shit has been sitting in my drafts for like three years and a year in my queue so it wouldn’t get lost in my drafts. I’ve decided I’ll just post it because I honestly don’t know if I’ll ever actually write the parts. So this is for those who were holding out hope. I’m sorry to disappoint. (Also, some bits and parts might be triggering for those who’ve dealt with abuse and self harm.) it’s long too. Not at all perfect either.

Born 1999 in Hawaii.

Mom, Emily Reed, had you when she was 15 and Chris was 16. She’s a decent person and obviously got married to surgeon. They had kids. Stepdad, Dr. Issac Reed, is a decent guy but works a lot. You’d never be his kid however. He made sure you were alright but he never had the connection with you as much as that sucked. It happens.

Your grandpa was stationed in Boston when your mom and dad got together. They had a huge fight and another girl was caught with her lips on his right before she moved with her family to Hawaii.

At 11, you start a YouTube channel under the name xXBOSLEYXx (named after your grandpa’s dog) and start posting covers since you love music. (2010)

At 12, you audition for a role in Hawaii Five-O. You get it and end up being a kidnapped kid that they have to find. It leads more people to your YouTube channel. (2011)

At 13, you go to LA by yourself since your mom had just given birth. Your aunt who’s a publicist gets you signed to a record deal along with a manager by the name of Marie Trevor. It’s decided that you’ll be known as BOSLEY. (2012)

You end up moving to LA. You record some singles which is received amazingly. You easily rise to the ranks especially with the help of some modeling gigs and acting gigs.

At 14, your mom doesn’t approve anymore as you’re gaining fame and your dad is getting bigger than ever. You get into a huge argument. She pretty much drops you as her child and your aunt is responsible of you. You drop an album. (2013)

At 15, You stop smiling for pictures which becomes signature of BOSLEY. You’re offered a small role in The Bronze getting to tell Lance Tucker to fuck off in a moving car. You happily take it and managed to befriend the actor. (2014)

At 16, You’re fully doing music and touring. School is pretty much dropped. You find that your boyfriend knocked you up. You want your mom but she won’t pick up. You end up having a miscarriage while on touring. You’re given a day to grieve and the next you have to continue on. You also perform at Kylie Jenner’s birthday party. You end up becoming good friends with the Jenner sisters which gets you more fame. You got another role playing Peter Parker’s neighbor and his second best friend. (2015)

At 17, you perform on SNL with Scarlett Johansson as the host. You release another album which kicks off another tour after you finish filming Spiderman: Homecoming. Tom Holland actually invites you to the Civil War premier and you join him. Sebastian hugs you tightly when he sees you. You don’t meet your dad. (2016)

At 18, rumors spark that you’ll be taking over the mantel as Captain America as filming for Infinity War starts. You start getting compared to Chris Evans as if it’s a fair comparison. There’s also rumors that you two might be related. You also start dating this actor, Max Wess. You attend the Spiderman premier with him. (2017)

At 19, your birth certificate is leaked.

Chris freaks out over the news. He knows your mom. He remembers her and the last night they shared together before she left without another word.

Your boyfriend ends up beating the shit out of you which one of your friends finds you barely alive and calls you an ambulance. This happens in your LA home. It’s a huge story.

Chris gets in contact with your aunt Jamie Y/l/n and she happily helps him sneak into the hospital without paparazzi catching him. He ends up sitting in the chair close to your bedside waiting for you to wake up if you ever will. He expects Emily to come. She doesn’t.

You wake up in a panic and Chris’ face is what you first see. He’s the one to tell that you’re okay and you’re safe. You learn that your jaw is wired shut. Your ribs are broken. You’re missing a kidney. You had a lot of internal bleeding. Your right hand is busted and took many screws and rods to fix. You’re definitely worried about your career especially when you found out that they had to slit your throat and put a tube in it. Your dad luckily distracts you and is sure to not bring up your mother since he’s been warned by Jamie.

“I’m really wondering how you got BOSLEY from Y/n,” Chris said.

You tapped on the keyboard of his iPad using your left index finger as he holds it for you. Chris can’t help but chuckle.

“He really named all his dogs Bosley?”

You nod and your grandpa said, “it’s a strong name.”

You turned head seeing the old man and Chris hasn’t seen him in two decades. You haven’t seen him in a good 3 years. Your grandmother heads to you easily freaking out over how you look but Chris knows you looked a lot worse. He wants to so badly ask why they didn’t tell him about you. They surely should’ve known. But he doesn’t for your sake.

“You don’t have to stay, Christopher,” your grandpa said.

Chris moves to stand up but you grasp his hand. You give the nastiest glare to your grandfather.

“Is she even gonna come?” You hissed through the wires. You aren’t supposed to try and use your voice.

“Honey,” your grandmother said. “She’s gotta look after the kids.”

You rolled your eyes and Chris could see the tears start to form. Your heart is beating faster on the monitor. He’s just as mad as you. Are you really not that important to her? If you aren’t, why didn’t she just give him you? He without would’ve taken you in and loved like a parent should.

You wave off the hands and swat them away. Tears streamed down your cheeks. You yanked out the leads as the monitor started to beep louder. It ends up showing that you’ve flatlined. You try kicking off the blankets.

“Hey, Bubba,” Chris said but you aren’t listening.

He ends up wrapping his arms around you. He takes the hits you give him. It’s heartbreaking to watch especially when you give up and cry as he held you. Nurses and doctors rushed in.

“She’s okay,” your grandpa informed as Chris comforts you as a parent should.

Once you fall back asleep with the help of some sedatives, your dad pulls your grandparents outside of your room.

“Where the fuck is Emily? Why isn’t she here? It’s clear Y/n wants her,” Chris said.

“Let’s go somewhere more private,” Lucille suggested.

Chris ends up taking them to his place after running into Tom Holland and Zendaya who are obviously there to visit you. He informs them that you’re asleep but it’d be fine for them to stop by and have them watch over you.

“They got into a huge fight over Y/n becoming BOSLEY,” your grandma said before her husband could speak. “Emily couldn’t handle it. She still holds a lot against you and she didn’t want you meeting her.”

“Really?” Chris asked.

“Yeah,” your grandpa said. “Emily practically disowned her. Probably should’ve called you.”

“No fucking shit. When was the last time they talked?” Chris asked.

“3 years ago,” Lucille said.

“It’s been five since they’ve seen each other. That’s when they had their big fight,” John said.

It’s late at night when you get released from the hospital. Your dad drives you to your house. You end up getting panicky and not wanting to go in. He takes you to his place and has his assistant go tomorrow to pack some bags for you. It’s a rough night so he stays up with you watching movies together until you fall asleep.

Chris takes you to Boston the next morning on a private jet. He sets up some appointments for you with doctors in Boston to make sure you’re recovering just fine. You meet Dodger and the two of you become best friends. It’s a lot of watching movies with your dad until you ultimately crash against him due to the meds. You also can’t seem to sleep alone in the guest room due to having terrible nightmares. With the first couple, Chris didn’t want to overstep and climb into the bed to hold you and try to make it go away. But it was clear that Dodger wasn’t cutting it. Just a couple nights a week, the three of you will be together in the same bed. Chris jokingly got you one of those starry night projectors but you both love it.

“What are you doing here?” You hear you’re dad hiss.

“It’s called dropping by unannounced to annoy you and to rescue your child from you,” Scott sassed.

“You are not taking my child anywhere, Scott,” Chris said.

“You make it sound like I wouldn’t bring her back,” Scott said.

Scott ends up taking you both out of the house. You have to listen to them both sing along with the radio. You end up capturing the two brothers on your phone. You agree going over to your grandparents house and meeting them even though you’re still recovering. It distracts you for awhile.

You get some news you don’t want to hear about your hand. It’s not healing as the doctors would like. They don’t know if you’ll be able to play guitar or piano (which will be one handed) like you had before. You end up having the surgery. Sebastian Stan surprises you when you wake up.

“Fuck off,” is what Sebastian says to you. You a small smile.

“Why’d ya say that?” Chris asked.

“It’s what your child first said to me when we met,” Sebastian said.

You hummed loudly to a song in your head making them laugh.

“She acts exactly like you when you’re drunk,” Sebastian teased.

As much as Chris wants to stay with you during your recovery, he does have to film but thankfully it’s in Boston. It’ll be like he has a regular job. However, there’s not much for you to do or you can do. You can’t sing or write. You end up getting stuck in your thoughts which isn’t a great place to be in for a long period of time.

Scott and Chris can clearly tell you’re absolutely miserable. Nobody knows how to help you out and get you out of it. Your dad ends up calling whoever he can. He calls Sebastian, Tom Holland, your manager, Scarlett, his mother.

Scarlett asks him, “what does she do for a living?”

“She’s a popstar,” Chris said.

“There’s your answer.”

He ends up getting a grand piano and putting it in the living room where the dining room table is. The table ends up in the garage with the chairs. It takes Chris playing a song poorly on it for you to come over and smack his left hand off the keys. It makes him smile as you play the song with your left hand and he plays with his right.

“Sit down next to me,” Chris said.

You sit next to him on the bench. He puts his left arm around your shoulders pulling you closer.

“Play me something,” he requested.

You give him a look that he’s been known to give people. He smiles. You let out a sigh- it’s more like a slight hiss. You play him a song. It turns into two and then into more.

You and your dad fly to LA as he’s got meetings and your ex has finally been arrested for what he did to you. You definitely built some walls up and retract from your dad as much as that sucks. Chris just knows he’s gotta be patient because he can’t force you to open up to him or you’ll probably push him so far away to the point of no return. Besides it’s only been 7 weeks since you first met each other.

“Hey, Y/n. I’m gonna watch The Muppets, you should join me,” Chris said after knocking on the bathroom door. “I’ll be in the living room.”

You stared at the door and listened to him walk away. You look back at the OxyContin in your hand. The pill bottle has your name on it. It was prescribed and filled once you were released from the hospital. There’s five pills left. You unscrew the top with some difficultly. You dump the little pills in the toilet and flush them. You drop the pill bottle in the trash and turned on the faucet. You let your left hand go under the water and you see the faint lines on your wrist. You’d let a blade run over them again but The Muppets will have to do.

“You’re just in time,” Chris smiled seeing that you took him up on his offer.

You sit right next to him. You both end up sharing a blanket as he noticed you getting cold.

You get your wires out in LA making it much easier to hold a conversation with people. You also get spotted out with your dad to dinner to celebrate that you can finally eat soft foods which blows up everywhere. You easily get backlash and told that you’re using him as a publicity stunt. Both his team and your own team finally meet on how to deal with the situation.

You finally speak up in the meeting. “I’m not doing fucking GMA or Ellen to talk about my sad little life and how it’s all good now ‘cause Captain America’s my dad. Are you insane? Have you not seen the shit I get from everyone? How everyone believes that everything that has happened— my boyfriend beating shit out of me because I told him to ‘fuck off’ to a leaked birth certificate revealing that fucking Chris Evans is my dad is just for publicity. It will not go over well especially with that fucking asshole out on bail talking shit because he can.”

You leave after snapping at everyone. Chris tries to talk to you but you snap at him telling him that he doesn’t know you and he’s not your dad. It definitely hurts to hear.

You don’t go back to his place which has him worried. He checks your home. You aren’t there.

You end up going to Hawaii to see your mom. It leads to a huge blow out. You’re screaming at her and she’s screaming at you. You’re told that she never wanted you and you were a mistake that she was saving Chris from. It truly destroys you.

Chris doesn’t see you again until he gets a call from your assistant in the middle of the night after she found you unconscious in the pool of your own blood. He of course comes even if you don’t want him there. He’ll sit at your bedside or the waiting room. He has to know that you’ll be okay.

“I’m gonna state this once and for all,” Chris said to you. “You’re stuck with me and I’m sorry that I’m your dad. I don’t know how to be one but I’ll figure it out.”

You cried which makes him climb into the hospital bed. He holds you tightly as you cry. He can tell you’ve gone through so much and you haven’t really had anyone. They’ve always left.

Chris takes you back to Boston once you get your cast off and sadly you’ll need another surgery but it thankfully can wait a bit. You start seeing a therapist that he helped find. You don’t talk about what was said in the room but he can you’re coming out of shell a bit.

You and Chris are seen again going to a courtroom in LA with Scott coming along. You even have some friends come in support. There’s tons of paparazzi and gossip sites covering it. It’s not a very fun experience especially with you having to take the stand and Chris learning some very heartbreaking things that you went through. Your ex tries to spew more lies about you and drag your dad into it. It’s thankfully over after three days and your ex is found guilty.

A celebratory dinner takes place at your favorite restaurant in LA. Chris gets to see you let loose a bit and smile more. He knows as BOSLEY that you don’t smile especially not in pictures. It’s your whole image that has been created and with everything that has happened, it hasn’t been a happy experience.

“Get next to her,” Chris is told.

You both grin widely with cheeks pressed together for one of your friends to take a picture. It gets posted on your dad’s twitter with a caption “there’s no denying it, I have a mini-me.” You retweet it.

[milaeth]

୨୧┊ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐀 𝟏 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

ꖛ ─ 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒

✧.* secret crush ( x fem! model! piastri! reader )

in which Lando and his teammate Oscar film a lie detector challenge for mclaren's youtube video and Lando is asked if he has a secret crush on someone. nobody but Lando knows that the mysterious person who has stolen his heart without knowing it is none other than you, Oscar's sister. part one. part two.

✧.* carnations ( x fem! football player! reader )

in which you're a football player and after winning the champions league with your team, a secret admirer named "L" sends you flowers. everyone thinks it's your friend Lance, but what if it's someone else? perhaps someone who’s also a formula one driver and is known for being a big fan of yours... part one.

ꖛ ─ 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

✧.* invisible string ( x fem! bsf! reader )

dating mick schumacher headcanons with the childhood best friends to lovers trope.

✧.* first love ( x fem! f1 driver! brazilian! bsf! reader )

in which, after you won the championship, you and Mick, your best friend and teammate, finally express your long-held feelings for each other.

ꖛ ─ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐂

✧.* just friends ( x fem! singer! reader )

in which your best friend George gets fed up with watching you and Charles secretly yearn for each other while claiming to be just friends. so, when you lose a bet to George, he takes control of your social media accounts for 24 hours, using the opportunity to help you make a move on your crush. part one. part two. part three.

ꖛ ─ 𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐕𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐋

✧.* farewell ( x gn! f1 driver! platonic! reader )

in which you’re a f1 driver and known for having a father-child relationship with sebastian vettel. here’s a collection of some texts and interactions on twitter between the two of you! ( social media au + platonic )

ꖛ ─ 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐙

✧.* men ain’t shit ( x fem! estonian! singer! reader )

in which you're a singer who isn't very famous and are mostly recognized for being with carlos sainz. things change when cheating rumors spread and you release an angry breakup song in estonian that becomes unexpectedly popular, leading to even more rumors about a potential breakup between the two of you. ( social media au )

[voltronisanobsession]

Platonic! Voltron x Tiktok Obsessed Reader

Just another silly headcanon I thought of, i kinda get lost in the sauce when I’m scrolling through tiktok so i was inspired to do this😍🙏 enjoy my guys xoxo💋

Let’s imagine that tiktok is still a relevant thing during this time since this show is set in the future😻

Even before leaving Earth, Reader was very obsessed with tiktok. Phone opened on the app already, you probably had like a couple hours stacked on it. It was the only thing that kept you from dying of boredom

So when leaving the planet, you were DEVASTATED to see that your phone was quite literally useless in space

No charger, no wifi, and no more silly videos to entertain you

The most you had was your camera but the battery was a major problem

The team notices your more dazed-off look during meetings and on missions, often seeing you fiddle with your phone and just swiping through all your apps

That's until you go to Pidge to see if she can work some magic which SHE IS ABLE TO DO (so slay of her tbh)

She explains that she was able to route the phones connection to the electric waves from nearby planets but you stopped listening at that point

You’re both amazed when you reboot the app to see it completely different, yet similar to what it was before, only now it was filled with many different kinds aliens and their own videos

You are able to see the different environments and types of aliens that are scattered across the universe which was super cool to you!!!!

Cue you literally recording EVERYTHING the team does, let it be missions, meetings, or even fights which starts pissing Keith off a bit (bro feels like you’re not taking the whole voltron thing seriously💀💀)

It doesn’t bother you though since now you’re able to drag Lance and Hunk to do different kinds of trends that are popular on the new app

You manage to build up a small fan base because of the videos on your account, many people loving seeing the life of a paladin of Voltron😻‼️‼️

At one point you manage to get all of the paladins and Coran to do mini “get to know the team” videos (which I imagine are like the short videos on YouTube if you know which ones I mean)

Keith thinks the readers whole tiktok account is dumb and ‘useless’ in his words but is completely in shock when you get recognized by many people when visiting new planets because of your popularity

Shiro I think might find the whole thing a bit strange but he definitely entertains your ideas and involves himself with your account. You make him feel young when you force him to do one of the trends that is popular during that time

Allura doesn’t fully understand what the app is used for and see no real use for it until she realizes that your spreading the word of Voltron around. Then she does start forcing herself into your videos, which you don’t really mind (she loves being in your videos but is really awkward💔)

Lance is the one who is with you in most of your videos, often doing dance trends or mini vlogs with you. He loves how people also know him and enjoys the popularity he has with your followers😜 Has stolen your phone just to have Lance one on ones with your followers

Hunk is another one who usually is dragged into any shenanigans you and Lance are up to, whether it’s pranking one of the paladins or teaching your followers how to cook meals (he loves the compliments people give him when they try his recipes out)

Pidge RARELY is in any of your videos, mostly because she doesn’t like having a camera shoved up her face randomly. But she sometimes does do one of your dumb videos when she’s bored and has nothing to do, which leads to you featuring her more often

Keith is a fan favorite honestly, the people love his sarcastic and brooding attitude, which he claims he doesn’t have. He doesn’t mind being in your videos but he’s most of the time standing like a wall not knowing what to do with himself💀💀 (he enjoys being included with you guys though💔)

Coran LOVES being in your videos since he feels like the main character in them! He’s actually stolen your phone multiple times just so he could post some videos of himself, he loves the attention he gets by being Voltrons secondhand man hehe

Overall, the team grew to enjoy your funny and inclusive videos, it helps them break out of the serious routine they’ve gotten used to while in space :D

[sirenlulls]

𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

i will write — fem & gender neutral!reader, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, pregnancy & parent fics, social media aus

i won't write — drastic age gaps (5-10+ years depending on the character), eating disorders, self harm, suicide, toxic relationships, major nsfw, character x character fics

who i write for ↓

( youtubers ) wroetoshaw, miniminter, calfreezy, chrismd, george clarke, theburntchip, arthurtv.

( formula 1 ) charles leclerc, carlos sainz, pierre gasly, oscar piastri, lando norris, max verstappen, daniel ricciardo, lance stroll.

( celebrities ) timothée chalamet, zendaya, florence pugh, jack champion, harry styles, alex turner, elijah hewson, robert keating, josh jenkinson, ryan mcmahon, gene gallagher, lennon gallagher, damon albarn, graham coxon

requests are open!

[danielfuckingricciardo]

The Food of Love - Lance Stroll x Food Youtuber Social Media AU

Pairing - Lance Stroll x Reader

Content Warnings - Swearing, food photography

Synopsis - Two months of Instagram stories and tweets from the beginning of your relationship with Lance to the two of you going public!

Author’s note - I didn’t mean for this to be so long but I sort of got carried away lol 😂 these kind of posts are so fun to make I love doing em so much!

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[melukonova]

11:30 PM. YOUR WONDERWALL AWAITS.

xiao x gn! reader, a drabble.

info: dystopian x cyberpunk au, inspiration from progenitor animation with albedo on youtube by dillongoo, the maze runner series & cyberpunk edgerunners!

tw: you are a robot here, minor mentions of injuries as well as blood loss, possible ooc xiao since this is my first time writing him, xiao is emotionally constipated, open ended.

a/n: just a random thing i thought up of while thinking late at night. very short and extremely unedited, just letting my brain run in peace. enjoy~

a normal summer day, that’s all that you were hoping for today and that is the exact opposite of what you were getting currently as you ran away from the fatui, just what was their fascination with you when you were a simple human? so utterly wrong that you were for thinking the simplest thought after being thrown out for the chip that you harbored in your neck, the code to the cure of psychosis that was hidden inside of you by one of the war generals, nahida of wisdom.

you knew that, of course, it would not be long before you were found out as a realistic human ai so you kept running until you were able to find a way to a desolate area. it was rather beautiful, still with the sun around perfectly in place between the rather teal trees. you could tell they were dying slowly, the color of the leaves were turning a slight gray. the crinkles from the leaves that you had made were too great for another person who was here with you. you hadn’t realized that another fatui soldier had snuck up on you as you pulled out your rapier, fast and quick — just as the pace of your running.

leave, begone. i don’t wish to hurt you.

a voice spoke quietly to you before it vanished instantly, it sounds as if it was all around you, like it had owned the domain that you had suddenly entered. were you safe here if it seems less deteriorating than the rest of the world? you came upon an oasis of some kind, away from the fatui at that. your inner thoughts started consuming you once you smelled the fresh air that had been contrasting to your usual murky, smoke filled air. you knew this had turned into some kind of guilty pleasure before you noticed a blade cut your cheek as somebody appeared with the knife in the grass below you.

“i knew it.” he spoke quietly before a lance appeared in his hands, the sharp end of his weapon now starting to dig into your clothes. “what are you doing here, robot? you shouldn’t be able to make it to such a place as my temple.” he glared before released his blade as you let out a small breath of relief. no paradise could be free of punishment for you somehow, right? “K0S-M0S, from the current war, i’ll ask again. what pathetic reason are you here for now?”

you managed to develop a sense of empathy over the years as you tried to come up with several possibly solutions to speak your words. finally, a sound solution to speak to a stranger came to your mind. “i come in peace to run away from the war, i’m tired of being used for the good of mankind. i seek refuge for only an hour to catch my breath.”

the forest green hair male could only chuckle slightly in pity as he swung his blade to face upward next to him. “these ai are getting smart, master zhongli was right about this much. you’ve even gained a personality at that. is that even real blood?”

you then carressed your wound at his words, had something happen to you overnight? this blood was black and perhaps, you were able to bleed finally. you became human without realizing the oil that spilled from your cheek, in shock even — the male could tell. you shook your head for a moment as you sternly look towards him, “that… wasn’t supposed to happen. though, you work for zhongli so i can only expect you have some knowledge of my existence, are you planning to report me?” you stated as you got in a ready stance for fighting.

“master zhongli faked his death several years ago in order to prevent the war from coming here and i, as his protector, have a sworn duty to get rid of outsiders. perhaps if another were here to stop you, you would have been lucky.” he stated before getting in his own ready stance, swiftly attacking… and yet it never came.

“that’s enough general alatus.” a deep voice spoke as the male had almost made a precise point, knowing exactly where each unit had their cores. you had to thank the older gentleman that had saved your life just now. “we have a contract in order to not kill (y/n), they are within safe grounds.” he stated before stepping down each step of the gold and white front of the temple with his hands behind his back as he had a good look at you.

“zhongli… what are you doing here? nahida had said to lay low but i hadn’t been aware that it was this low.” you raised an eyebrow before being knocked to the ground by this ‘general atalus’ as he hit your legs with the back of his lance, just to temporarily put you at a disadvantage.

“i believe that you being here shows enough proof of what nahida can be capable of, the outside was never where you belonged and the fatui is deadset on using you to exploit the process of psychosis quicker with that chip in your neck as well.” zhongli had try his best to give you an explanation with the best of his abilities as the god of contracts before gesturing to his knight in shining armor, “xiao, let’s give our guest a place to rest for a moment. you will be watching over them as they are re-energizing for the day.”

xiao could only sigh at the change of events in his own life to now, he sworn to zhongli that he would do anything in his power to protect the ideals that his master had given him as a goal once the war was over. once xiao wrapped your arm around his own and pulled you close, you both ended up walking up the stairs. he then realized how ineffective it would be before picking you up bridal style — to which you felt your heart beat a bit.

heart?

you had a feeling that there was more than nahida was letting on now. why was this all so realistic all of the sudden? she has too many questions to answer once you got back into the regular world. seeing as now you had a place to sleep again, you decided to take into it and sink yourself into the bed before seeing that you were being watched again.

“what are you staring at? get some rest already.” he stated before looking out towards the night sky, “zhongli said to watch over you so i’m following orders.” he kept his gaze out before you noticed it too, a code written on his neck too, A1ATUS.

sure he was rather rough with his words but you would be in good hands, knowing that this man was a protector in tevyat’s war too and for justice at that. you were able to close your eyes and cuddle up in the blankets, all while xiao had been close by to watch over you and protect you. perhaps he had felt that you and him were rather similar in this world to understand such peace finally?

melukonova, 2023. 𓂃 ☄︎

[formulawolff]

celebratory drinks - f.a.

pairing: journalist!reader x aston martin!fernando alonso

word count: 938

warnings: a little bit of cursing, nando being a flirt, alcohol use (the champagne pop), references to alcohol consumption

song inspo for the fic: sky walker (feat. travis scott) by miguel, travis scott (i just think this one is so nando coded)

"there he is," your voice is clear, yet your hand trembles as you grasp the microphone, "i think now is my moment. there's no one else approaching him."

"well what are you waiting for?" camren, your trusty videographer and assistant whispers, "go, go, go get him!"

"okay, okay!" your jaw clenches, the words barely making it out of gritted teeth.

before you stands spanish driver fernando alonso, donned in his signature aston martin fire suit. it's gorgeous emerald hue is darker than usual, dampened by the champagne showers. his dark locks are dripping, sticking to the back of his neck underneath his cap.

yet, he's as gorgeous as ever, stubble ghosting along his jawline, his brows knit in concentration as he speaks with lance stroll, his fellow driver and teammate.

you take a step forward, swallowing the lump in your throat. it was now or never. the perfect window to interview him for only a few minutes before he would be whisked away to the designated media room for the post-race press debrief.

"mr. alonso!" you call, "is it all right if i speak with you for a few minutes? i won't take up too much of your time."

at the sight of you, the corners of his lips curl upward into a radiant grin, "of course! i'm in no rush, actually. you can stall me a little before i have to go debrief."

a giggle bubbles up in your throat as you tap your badge, "although i do have a media badge, i do want let you know that this is going to be a very relaxed, very informal interview. i run a youtube channel that covers all things formula one. we talk a lot about you, actually."

"oh?" he arches a brow, "is that right?"

heat billows into your cheeks as you realize what you just blurted out. in front of one of your idols, no less. yet, you don't sense discomfort from the driver. if anything, he seemed more intrigued, his eyes taking you in as you sucked in a breath.

"well, we're doing a bit about your history with formula one," your voice is tad shaky, but you regain your confidence as he nods enthusiastically, "and of course, we're currently covering your time with aston martin. so, i wanted you to tell me if there was anything unique about your experience with aston martin thus far."

the driver blinks, processing your question for a moment. he brings a hand to his chin, shrugging slightly, "i think i can say that this team has been able to welcome me in with open arms. i'm sure you know that there is a lot of talk in the world of formula one with my age and all that, but they have been nothing but accepting and supportive."

"what has been your favorite moment of the season thus far? anything exciting or funny you'd like to share with us? also, when are you going to bring back that infamous celebratory dance?"

at the mention of the dance, there's a glimmer in his eye, "oh, so you know about that?"

"of course i do," you affirm, "our channel is dedicated to the history of formula one. i'm supposed to know it all, from the historical wins to the celebration dances."

"i can recreate it for you if you would like," he offers, his shoulders relaxing, he points to the camera, earning a laugh from camren, "here, watch this."

he pinches his shoulder blades together, raising his arms so that his elbows and wrists were angled. he sways back and forth, maintaining eye contact with the camera lens.

you can't help but laugh, the sound ringing out, "you're pretty ridiculous, mr. alonso."

"please," fernando waves a hand, "no need for the formalities bullshit. call me fernando."

"all right, fernando," you beam, "well, i think that's all i have for you. i didn't want to keep you for too long. i know you're a busy man."

that's when the driver pauses, taking a second to really look at you. his gaze rakes over your body, his tongue swiping along your lower lip.

for the race, you opted for a comfortable yet sort of glam look. on your top half, you sported a plain black t-shirt, the material a breathable cotton. denim jeans stretched down your legs, a mom-jean like style so that the thick fabric didn't cling to your frame. to compliment the shirt, you wore a black belt, pairing it with black adidas sambas. your hair was pulled into an updo, so that it wouldn't be all over the place or unkempt from the breezy conditions.

"you can come interview me whenever you would like," his tone shifts, his voice a little lower than it was moments before, "actually, how come you didn't question me sooner? i would've loved to see your gorgeous face around the paddock."

"like i said," your heart skips a beat, "you're a busy man, fernando."

"not busy enough for a gorgeous woman like you," he flirts, and you were sure your knees buckled at the statement, "what are you doing later?"

your eyes drift over to camren, who luckily had paused the recording, "i'm not too sure, why?"

"because i would love to take you out and buy you a couple of shots. to celebrate, you know."

"you're the one who was on the podium. if anything, i should be the one buying you shots," you fold your arms across your chest.

"oh no," he shakes his head, "no need."

"and why is that?" your brows furrow.

"because beautiful women don't buy their own drinks."

[panda-noosh]

Action!{P3}{Lance x YouTuber!Reader}{AU}

Words: 5493

   Summary: Being a YouTube guru is hard enough without the added stress of living with Lance McClain, the man who insists on bombarding into every YouTube video you try to film. His viewers love him, and so do you.

   Pairing: Lance x YouTuber!Reader

   Notes: p1 – p2 - p4 - p5 - p6 - p7 ; this part is ANGSTY YAYYYYY

   As evening settled upon you, the air began to get crisper. The usually warm weather of California was beginning to leak away, leaving only the breeze which pelted at your legs and your bare arms, making you crave the feel of a jacket around your shoulders.

    Usually, you would have been sprinting home in weather like this. You wanted nothing more than to curl up next to Lance with a good movie being ignored in the background as you and him fought for more quilt, or more pop corn, or played stupid games of 20 questions, even though the two of you already knew every little thing about one another.

   Usually that would be the case.

   But now you found yourself approaching the small block of apartments you and Lance lived in, and you couldn't bring yourself to enter. The apartment key felt heavy in your jeans pocket and the idea of speaking to Lance after the incident last night and the awkwardness of this morning was enough to make you take a seat on the run-down wall just outside the building.

   The cold showed no mercy, but you didn't care. Neither did your feelings, or the heavy weight on your chest as you looked down at your hands. You played with your fingers, trying your hardest to get the feeling back in them but it was no use. And you didn't care. You just wanted to wollow in your self-pity for a little while longer before you were due to talk to Lance again.

   You knew he was home. One glance at the top window of the complex told you that much – he was home, no doubt waiting for you to walk in the door with that usual smile on your face. You weren't sure if you could muster one up at this moment. Not right now. Not with the lingering thoughts left to spiral in your brain.

    You inhale deeply in an attempt to get your mind out of the gutter. Everything Emma had said had to have been false. Lance had been your best friend for three years – he couldn't have faked that for that long. He couldn't have pretended to love your YouTube channel for three years without even a single clue pointing towards the idea of him disliking your job.

   The door behind you opened suddenly, and you savoured the moment of warmth which came from the open door. It made you shiver, and before you could properly bask in the feeling of comfortable warmth, an arm was swinging over your shoulders, hauling a scarf to cover your neck.

   You look up, startled, but the worried feeling melts away whenever your eyes meet Lance's. He's smiling a big grin, one you're all too familiar with, and holding a flask of a hot beverage in his hand which he gently sets on the graffitied wall beside you before hauling himself up onto it.

   You shift slightly, giving him more room but his hand shoots out and grabs yours before you can move much further, making you freeze in your position and gaze down at his nimble fingers warped through yours. They always did fit so perfectly.

   “How was your day out?” Lance asks, and you can hear the strain in his voice, the need for this conversation to not be awkward, not be filled with unnecessary tension.

   You exhale through your nose, lifting your eyes to look out at the passing pedestrians on the street. Teenagers shuffling home from late-night practice, mothers fumbling with cold children, people hobbling out of taxi's.

    “Good,” you reply. “Samuel's getting his last surgery done in a few weeks, and Emma's opening up for the recent art exhibit down in LA.”

   Lance nods slowly. “They're doing well for themselves.”

   “Mm. I have talented friends.”

   That feels like the end of it. It feels like that's as far as you can drag out the conversation without bringing up yesterday, or this morning, or how you hadn't slept beside Lance the night before. There was nothing left to say – nothing but the truth.

   And you wanted so desperately to just ask him. Just make him tell you the truth of whether or not he supported your job, but the words don't form in your brain because it seems like such a stupid question. He had been supporting your job for the past three years. The real question to ask was why now? Why had he become so reluctant with the idea of being on camera now? What had changed?

   You got together.

   But that couldn't have been it, either. Lance wasn't like this. He wouldn't have confessed to you if he was embarrassed to be in a relationship with you.

    You feel the brink of a headache bubbling at your skull, making you wince. You want to go inside now, but you don't move off the wall.

    “We should talk, I think.” Lance's voice comes out strained now, as if he'd finally given up on trying to push past the topic.

   You swallow thickly. “I overreacted.”

   “I don't think you did,” he replies, turning to look at you. You keep your head locked on the passers-by on the street, not wanting to meet his eyes just yet. “I think you had every right to feel paranoid for the way I acted.”

   “You don't have to show yourself in my videos, Lance,” you say. “I should respect your decision to stay out of them if that's what you want.”

   Lance purses his lips and you feel his eyes tracing over the side of your face, intaking every detail he can as his thumb brushes lazily over your numb knuckles. “You're too nice to me sometimes. I honestly don't understand how you put up with me for so long.”

   You smile lightly. “It wasn't easy.”

   “But you're glad you did it, right?”

   You finally turn to look at him, eyes trailing over his face before meeting his own. The dim light of the evening makes his features seem paler than they usually are, his tanned skin disappearing into paleness as the coldness nips at the flesh. Despite the scarf he had bundled around his neck, there is no stopping the chattering of his teeth or the way his nose is lit up red or the way his eyes water due to the wind blowing in them.

   You want to kiss him. With everything in you, you want to lean forward and press your lips to his and share the warmth of his body with yourself, but you don't move forward. All you do is smile lightly, nodding your head to the sound of the ice cream truck whizzing past.

    Lance smiles back at you, and it's soft and calming and it makes your heartbeat pick up in a way you would never understand.

    “Let's not keep fighting,” Lance says, finally. “I don't like it when we fight. The bed was cold last night.”

   You scoff. “Sorry about that. My electric blanket was on, so I was fine.”

   “Hey!” Lance shoves your shoulder with his own, making an eruption of laughter burst from the two of you. “Listen, though. If you want to vlog, you can. I don't mind. I know that that's a big part of your-”   “Oh my God, is that Y/N L/N?”

   Your eyes widen at the sound of your name echoing from the other side of the street. Butterflies merge into your stomach as you notice the group of uniformed girls squealing and jumping up and down, waving hecticly at you as they wait for the traffic to die down so they can eventually run towards you.

   Lance pulls his hand away immediately, leaving your palm feeling cold and desolate. You look down at your lap, catching a glimpse of the way Lance roughly shoves his hands into his pockets, and you can't help but feel the knot in your heart pulling even tighter – he's not embarrassed. It was a reflex.

   You hollow out your cheeks and look up at the group of girls, forcing a smile on your face as you make yourself wave at them with your now-free-hand.

    “I'll leave you to it, then,” you barely hear Lance mutter before he's hopping off the wall and exiting back into the apartment building. Just like that, his apology falls flat. Just like that, every bit of self-comforting that you had done suddenly goes down the drain as Emma's words echo in your head and the realisation that maybe,  just maybe, she was telling the truth hits you like a ton of bricks.

    “Y/N-ah!”

   You hear Lance stampeding down the hallway towards your filming room and immediately you take a break from applying your concealer, gaze turning towards the door before he's even opened it.

   He bombards through the wooden door, holding up two pairs of jeans, three shirts and a jacket, all bundled up into one mesh of fabric so tight that you can barely tell what item of clothing is which.

    “Oh good, you're awake,” Lance says upon meeting your gaze. He steps further into the room and slams the clothes on your desk, knocking your mirror to the left. “What clothes should I wear for the staff party tonight?”

   You raise your brow, looking up at him in confusion. “Staff party?”

   He pulls his lips into a line, looking down at you as if you had three heads. “Don't tell me you forgot. I've been talking about this for weeks now, Y/N.”

   You stay silent for a moment, only exaggerating your confusion that much more.

   Lance groans, rolling his eyes. “You're so lucky you keep me grounded. But the staff party! The one that Mrs Leech was organising for all the trainee pilots? I'm finally getting my license!”

    “Oh!” you exclaim. “That staff party!”

   “You still have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?”

   You bite down on your lip to hide your smile, but Lance picks up on it. He rolls his eyes once again, opting for flicking your forehead as a form of punishment for your short attention span which had cost you plenty of conversations before in the past.

   Lance settles down beside your desk on his knees, stifling through the clothing options. “I have no idea what you're going to wear, so I don't know if we're gonna be matching or not, but this is what I have so far-”

   You stutter, shooting forward at the words he just spoke. “Excuse me?”

   He looks up at you. “Mm. You're going as my date, you idiot. You'd know that if you weren't so bad at paying attention.”

   “But I have videos to film today!” you protest. “And I don't know anybody from your work. I'll literally be glued at your hip all day.”

    “All night,” Lance corrects. “And maybe that won't be such a bad thing. You'll make me look like I have my nerves under control.”

   “Don't act like you won't be off your head drunk by the hour.”

   Lance sticks his tongue out at you, making a small laugh bubble up from your throat. It was nice when you two could be like this – playful with each other, not caring about the world for a little while. All day your anxieties had been eating away at you, but in this moment, they all seem mildly stupid. They all seem overexaggerated, because Lance was showing affection and he was being the boyfriend he had always promised he would be.

   He didn't seem the slightest bit embarrassed.

   It's these thoughts that calm you down enough to help Lance pick out an outfit. These thoughts that calm you down enough that you eventually agree to going to this party with him.

   Perhaps meeting the people Lance worked with wouldn't be such a bad thing. You had heard so many good things about Bad Billy and Frank from IT, but it had never dawned on you that you had never actually met them in person. Maybe it was time.

    Your outfit was simple, just like Lance had instructed. There was going to be nothing formal about this ceremony, though an attempt at looking nice was appreciated.

   You had pulled on a loose fitting black button-up shirt along with a pair of jeans of your own – one of the few pairs you owned that didn't have rips in the knees that you played off to be pre-ripped. You put on your fanciest pair of gold-buckled, black shoes and headed out the door with Lance.

    The academy wasn't anything you hadn't seen before. A large, white building that was always too overly-lit, planes littering the back of it with the front doors open 24/7. You had dropped Lance off at this very location multiple times before, watched him on his first day of training as he leaped through the open doors and was immediately met with a triumph of cheers from the elder men who were waiting for him at the door.

   And now here he was, taller and broader and more muscular with a hell of a lot more experience than what he had when he first joined. Today was the first day of him being a genuine pilot, and you couldn't help but smile up at him as he leads you through the doors and into the ceremony hall.

   The hall, for the first time in forever, had been dimmed down, only lit up by a handful of torches which line the concrete walls. Circular tables had been set out for everybody attending, candles placed upon them with menus already opened, ready for anybody to read as soon as they sat down.

   For such a 'non-formal' event, they sure did clean up well for it.

   “God, I can smell the sweat on myself already,” Lance whispers to you as you walk through the doors.

   “Just calm down,” you whisper back. “These people aren't strangers to you, okay? They're your friends.”

   “But what if they suddenly decide that I'm not worth it?” Lance asks, and you frown in reply, looking up at him. “Like, what if they go to hand me my certificate and they realise that hiring me is all a big mistake? I'm young. I still have a lot to learn-”

   “The older pilots still have a lot to learn,” you assure, tugging on his arm which you have looped your own through. “They'll go to their graves with a lot to learn, babe. You'll pick things up as you work. That's how this kind of thing goes.”     Lance hollows out his cheeks, using his free hand to dab at his forehead which is glistening with a thin layer of nervous sweats. You smile lightly despite him not being able to see you, resting your head on his arm for only a moment before a skinny, ginger haired man is jumping his way over to the pair of you, laughing a high pitched laugh.

   The mans moustache is pooled with sweat, though you have to admit that, for an elder, he has kept himself looking decent for his age. He must be in his late-40's, early 50's, but the aura he gives off makes him seem nothing short of Lance and your own age.

   “Lancey Lance!” the ginger exclaims. “We were waiting for you, so we were! Big man Lance! Man of the night! Knight in shining armour! The one, the only-”

   “Hey, Coran,” Lance chuckles nervously, slipping his arm out of yours to give Coran a hug. “The place looks nice. You cleaned it up well!”

   Coran nods, smiling at his own work as Lance and him pull away from each other. “Yes well, this is what happens when you're a genius like myself.” You fight back the urge to laugh, instead opting to trail your eyes over the scenery in an attempt to distract yourself. “And who is this pretty lady you have on your arm, huh? I didn't know you were getting some, Lance. Have you even been through sex-ed class yet?”

   Your eyes pop open, a blush attacking your cheeks. Lance stumbles over his own words for a moment, shooting his eyes down to look at you in panic before clicking back to Coran's.

   “This is Y/N. My room mate.”

   “Oh, Y/N!” Coran exclaims, and you swear he has not used his inside-voice once during this entire conversation. “I've heard of you. Congratulations on reaching two million – two million subsides? Substitutes? What is it you got?”

   You bite down on your lip. “Um, subscribers, sir. And thank you. I appreciate it.”

   “How does that whole YouTube thing work, anyway?” Coran continues. You can feel Lance awkwardly shifting at the side of you, messing with his fingers as if praying the conversation will end so you and him can go back to being the cute, normal couple he so craved for you to be.

   But Coran is too invested in the conversation at hand, and before long the older man has wrapped an arm around your shoulders and is leading you and Lance through the crowd whilst jittering away about your unusual job.

   “Do you have to get up early to do it?”

   “It's usually based off of my schedule, but I prefer to get everything done in the morning, so I guess so.” A lie. You just didn't want to make yourself out to sound lazy.

   Coran hums. “And how do you get paid? Because from what I read, your net worth is pretty high.”

   “Coran!” Lance exclaims. “You can't just talk about her net worth whilst she's-”

   “I think it was around 3 million,” Coran continues, ignoring Lance's pleading voice behind him. “I don't understand why, though. Do you not just put make up on for a living?”

   You open your mouth to reply, but Lance doesn't allow you to. In seconds, Lance's arm is looped through yours, yanking you out of Coran's grip and dragging you away from him, waving his goodbyes without a second glance sent behind him.

    He's fuming. His breathing is coming out in warm, ragged breaths and his grip is tight on the jacket you have pulled over yourself, his footsteps heavy as he tries to fight through the crowd as quick as possible.

    Why he was getting so worked up, you didn't know. Net worth and how you made your money were common questions asked by almost every interviewer you had ever sat in front of, and Lance never seemed bothered by such a topic before.

    Although, the words Coran had uttered just before Lance had dragged you away had not gone unnoticed. Do you not just put make up on for a living?

   Ouch.

   But you were used to it. Those were the comments that were expected whenever you sat in front of a camera and showed people how to apply make up. Those were the comments you skimmed through on a daily basis.

   “Lance, please slow down,” you call after him, stumbling over your boots as he continues to plow through the crowd in an attempt to get to your designated table. “Please, Lance, come on! The night's only just started and you haven't even introduced me to any of your friends yet. Where's Frank from IT? I want to see him.”

    “I'm hungry,” Lance grunts, his voice barely audible over the music playing above you. “Let's just eat.”

   You don't ask any more questions. You don't see how you can; not with him in this state. This state of pure anger – pure anger which is radiating off of him in waves you had never seen before. Your mouth is screwed shut as Lance finally reaches the table you two were told to sit at, pulls out a chair and slumps down.

   Despite claiming he was hungry, he makes no attempt to look at the menu. Instead, he sinks further into his seat, leans his head on the palm of his hand and stays silent. His lips are pulled into a pout, eyes sharply darting around the room, glaring at anybody and everybody he can see. Women dressed up in fancy attire shuffle away from him, clearly turned off by the way he seems so frustrated in this moment.

   You don't know what to do. It was so uncommon for Lance to act like this, so uncommon for such small matters to bother him. You had never had to deal with him in this state, because he never got put in this state in the first place.

   You look at him for a little bit longer before you pick up the menu, looking through the dishes they had provided. What you expected – greasy things. Burgers, hot dogs, chips, fish fingers, chicken nuggets. What pilots ate around here. It was the type of food Lance always claimed he had to eat during lunch, and he never seemed bothered by it.

   You decided to order a burger and chips. The waiter walked away without Lance's order, due to Lance simply grunting in response to him asking him what he wanted.

   You lean back in your chair hesitantly, keeping your gaze on Lance. “People are dancing.”

   Lance looks towards the dance floor for a single moment, shrugs and slumps further down in his seat.

   You press your fingers into the arm rest, fighting off the urge to completely explode. Three days of this and you were done. Three days of him having these random mood swings – acting like you were his world for one second before completely going off on you and every other little thing the next. Things had been so perfect for nearly three months – what was happening now?

   You inhale deeply. “Maybe we should go and dance whilst we wait for food.”

   “I'd rather save my energy for the walk onto the stage,” he replies.

   You grit your teeth. Yelling at him won't do either of you any favours, and you wanted to at least find out what was wrong before you went off on one. There had to be something beneath the surface that was making him act this way. Nobodies personality changed this much in the space of three days.

   “Okay,” you say. “Well, what do you wanna do until the ceremony starts? You didn't order anything to eat, so you have all the freedom in the-”

   “I just wanna sit!” he barks, taking you by surprise.

   You felt your heart contract at the volume of his voice. Heads whipped around to look at the two of you in confusion, and you felt time physically slow down. People's eyes widened, because it was Lance yelling and Lance McClain never yelled. People were whispering to each other, wondering what it was that could possibly have set him off.

   You were sure you could have melted away in embarrassment then and there, but you kept yourself firm. You stood your ground. You pulled your shoulders back and kept your gaze firm on Lance, ignoring the whispering individuals around you.

    This was about you and Lance, and that was all.

   “You know, if you think Coran's comments bothered me, you're wrong,” you say. “I'm used to people asking about that kind of stuff. You know I am. There's – There's no need to get so protective over such a little thing, okay? I'm fine.”

   Lance barely moves. Simply stares up at the stage with his cheek still pressed into his palm. He looked so dead right now, so upset and it makes your heartbeat falter.

   You try again, this time reaching over and placing a hand on his knee. “Lance, please don't be like this. You were so happy about being here earlier on. Don't let something so simple ruin your big night.”

   Lance closes his eyes slowly, intaking a deep breath. He shifts suddenly, lifting his head off of his palm as he bounces your hand off of his knee. You pull away hesitantly, watching the way he bites the inside of his cheek before he speaks – a sure sign that what he is about to say isn't going to be anything welcoming.

    “You really shouldn't be so lenient with me,” he mumbles, so low you're sure you heard him wrong. You raise your brow, leaning forward in curiosity.

   “What?”

   “Me, Y/N,” he says sharply. “You shouldn't be so lenient with me. As in, you shouldn't put up with my shit any more. I just – You need to hate me.”

   You blank, completely frozen with confusion for a moment. You were no longer certain what way the conversation was headed – why had he brought that up like it meant nothing? Why was he suddenly being so vague?

   “I don't understand,” you say, shaking your head. “What are you talking about? I thought it was Coran that was pissing you off.”

   “Coran only made me realise some stuff,” Lance mumbles. “I did something bad, Y/N, and I didn't mean to but I did it any way because I – I was being selfish. I've been so hostile these past few days because I don't want you to associate me with your fanbase after – after what I did.”

   His voice is shaking, and your hands are trembling and the confusion is pulling at your chest so tightly that you nearly cave in and double over with the feeling of it.

   “What did you do?” you ask.

   Lance purses his lips, looking up at the stage now. “I don't wanna lose you, Y/N. I really don't. But you don't – After what I did, you don't deserve someone like me, and I've been trying to distance myself from you and the whole YouTube thing, but it's not working out the way I was hoping.”

   “Hoping? Distancing yourself? Lance, I don't even know what you're saying right now! What could you have possibly done that was so bad that you have to push me away?”

   Lance shakes his head again, and you don't believe your eyes when he begins to rise up from his seat, every intention to leave you stranded at this god damn table.

   You reach up, snatching his hand in your own, feeling the coldness of his palm for the last time before he tugs out of your grip and stuffs his hands in his blazer pocket.

   “You'll understand soon. You won't even want me around whenever you find out.”

   You blink back tears which are rapidly building to the surface. “You're scaring me.”

   “I'm sorry. I thought I could have this last night with you, but Coran was talking about your YouTube and I just feel so guilty. I wanted you to see me succeed for the last time before you left me, but-”

   You stand up sharply. “Lance, I'm not going to leave you! I don't even know why you're doing this!”

   Lance shakes his head again, a movement that seems to be his defence mechanism at this point. “Just – You can go home if you want. I've gotta go.”

   And before you can even ask a single question more, Lance is stumbling away from you, walking towards the exit on the far side of the room.

   The first tear falls.

   You pull your hood on over your head as you walk through the rain that California had sprung upon you. It was a rare sight to see, though you weren't surprised to see it. The coldness which had been plaguing your usually warm home-state had been a sure sign that the weather was finally beginning to realise that it was, indeed, the middle of October.

   Nonetheless, you make no attempt to head back to your apartment, instead opting for ducking inside of a nearby coffee shop.

   Nothing had been right after Lance left the ceremony. You had felt too weak to walk home by yourself, your knees wobbling with the emotion – meaning you had to sit and eat on your own, listen to the speaker call out Lance's name for his license, only to realise that Lancey Lance, the guest of honour, had fled the scene completely.

    You were forced to retrieve his licence for him, an honour which was a one-time thing for him, destroyed by whatever paranoid circle his head had looped him in.

   Because, truth was, you were terrified. Terrified of your home-life, terrified of your relationship, terrified of your friendship. You were terrified of what was to happen to Lance, because he hadn't come home last night.

   He must have stayed at Pidge's, or Keith's or maybe even Coran's – you didn't know. All you knew was that you had stumbled into your apartment, too late to form sentences, to see it completely bare. Lance really had abandoned you, and the reason for doing so was still unknown to you.

    The coffee shop provided a comforting warmth to you as you ordered your coffee and sat down at the far table, right beside a window. You hoped to get some editing done – anything to get Lance off your mind – but the tension in your shoulders and the constant feeling of wanting to burst into tears wasn't leaving you alone today. The left-over alcohol that you had downed at the ceremony was also still buzzing at your veins, leaving behind the unseizing need to jump around. You put all of your nervous energy into tapping at the coffee cup in your hand, staring out at the rain which was beginning to batter against the pavement.

    Your phone went off suddenly, signalling a new message. Almost immediately your mind zoned to Lance – besides, he was the one person who texted you constantly throughout the day; mini updates on how work was going, or a simple selfie of him in his work uniform, or a question asking how your day was going. He was who you were used to seeing pop up on your phone all the time.

   It wasn't exactly disappointment you felt whenever you saw Samuel's name flicking upon your phone screen instead, but you certainly felt your heart churn.

    Samuel: i'll hang him up by his balls, I swear to god.

   Samuel: have you seen this yet? call me. {attachment}.

    You raise a brow at nothingness, not hesitating to click on the attachment. You weren't expecting it to be anything bad, but as soon as the headline snapped out at you, you felt like screaming. You felt like hurling your coffee cup across the shop and screaming at the top of your lungs because no, this can't be right. This has to be fake. He wouldn't do this. Not for any amount of money. Not for any amount of publicity.

   The headline bounced out at you in big, bold letters along with a picture of Lance looking friendly with a man, arms wrapped around each other and big, cheesy grins plastered on their faces.

    The headline read: LANCE MCCLAIN SPILLS ALL ABOUT HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH FAMOUS YOUTUBER Y/N L/N! IS ALL REALLY PERFECT IN PARADISE?

    Your breathing turns ragged, hands bundling within the fabric of your jeans. You try to control yourself. You try to calm yourself down, but there's no amount of reality that you can grasp onto in this moment that will keep the tears from streaming down you face, a feeling of utter betrayal settling in your stomach because he had really done it. He had done the one thing that he promised never to do; he was using your relationship for the money.

   He had accepted your feelings, kissed you, led you on for months. Was the money really his only intention? Had this interview been planned since the LA event you had confessed at?

    God, the thoughts were too harsh. The thoughts were battering at the front of your skull, making the tears slip ten times faster. People looked at you in confusion, some in pity. This young girl sitting alone in a coffee shop, sobbing her heart out over a boy. A boy who she saw her life unfolding with. A boy who she thought would never leave her side, because that was what he had said. He had told you on numerous occasions that I'll always be your best friend! or I'll never leave you!

   And now this.

    You dialled Samuels number quickly, pulling the phone to your ear, wanting to hear him tell you that it was a lie, that the attachment was a prank and that everything Lance had told you over the past few months had been truth.

    But the words which slip past Samuel's lips go against everything you want to believe.

   Because upon hearing your sobs, your friend can only say, “Oh, sweetie.”

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GUYS!!

I'm like 5 followers away from 200. Damn!! That's a lot of people. Thank you for the support!! I hope you are all enjoying the stuff I write. I'm genuinely enjoying writing again and the fact that it is F1 fanfics is kinda nice but I'm happy I get to be so creative.

I'm busy for another week but I have a couple ideas and stuff planned but IDK which ones to work on first. Do help a girl out!?

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standalone smaus that tell a self-contained story!

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Surprise Interview

Pairing: Kenma x Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Pseudo-Cest, Dub-Con/Non-Con, Verbal Humiliation, Manipulation

Summary: Kenma sees if you have what it takes to be Bouncing Ball’s newest employee.

A/N: This is for @sugawara-sweetheart ‘s Decadence Collab. So excited to be a part of this collab and to be able to indulge in such a delicious prompt and theme. Be sure to check out everyone else’s works! As always, thanks for beta-ing @sawamooora ~

There’s a familiar peace and a new nervousness about coming back home for the holidays. Mostly because home isn’t quite the same home it used to be. You can feel warmth blooming in your chest at the thought of seeing your mom, telling her about everything and everyone (as if your daily phone calls aren’t enough), and just lounging around while she fills you up with her cooking. But you can also feel a certain shyness as you approach the house, a building that still feels brand new and strange to you.

Your mother had gotten remarried during your earlier college years after your father’s passing and you were elated for her. If anyone deserves all the happiness in the world, it’s her. You had met Mr. Kozume quite a few times and you have no qualms with the man. He treats your mother like a queen and even though you playfully gag as they sweet talk and kiss in front of you, you wholeheartedly approve of their relationship.

However, what you aren’t quite as prepared for is having a new step-sibling.

You don’t know much about Kenma Kozume. Well, not much more than the rest of the world does.

Professional gamer. Successful stock trader. Popular YouTuber. Founder of his own corporation.

You know exactly who your new brother is, but other than seeing him a few times in person at family gatherings and exchanging polite greetings, there’s no real connection. Which is why your heart races as you nervously ring his doorbell, anxiety already making your leg twitch as you wait for the door to open.

Your mother and step-father are on a couple’s vacation and won’t be returning for a few days.

(“We just want some romantic time together before we have a full house again for the holidays. Plus this is a great chance to get to know your older brother better!” You hadn’t even been able to get a word of protest in before she had laughed and hung up on you, leaving you speechless and on your own as you hesitantly texted Kenma, letting him know what day to expect you.)

Kenma is quiet as ever as he nods in greeting, silently leading you to your guest room before quietly telling you to make yourself at home and leaving to do his own thing. You let out a huge sigh of relief as the door closes behind him.

There’s nothing wrong with Kenma. He’s smart and successful. Maybe a bit on the quiet side, but that only adds to his down to earth charm. You know your mother and step-father adore him and you can’t blame them. Yet, you can’t help but feel scrutinized, seen so clearly in a way that terrifies you when his feline eyes gaze at you. It takes everything in you not to immediately scurry away whenever you’re in viewing distance of him, desperate to hide all the flaws you imagine he’s noticing and calculating. Your step-father had mentioned how Kenma used to be the strategist of his high school volleyball team, and has always been able to evaluate and accurately break down situations and people. And you believe it.

You’re just grateful the house is large enough to avoid each other and that Kenma tends to reside mostly in his home office and bedroom.

But even the founder of a company needs a break from time to time. Kenma shuffles towards the gaming room, only to blink in surprise when he sees you already inside of it, happily smiling as Animal Crossing visuals and sounds fill the space.

He had known you owned a Nintendo Switch, a piece of information your mom had shared to break the ice a bit. And it’s really no surprise that this is your go-to game. But knowing and seeing are two different things and he can’t help but let his own lips twitch upwards at how calm and relaxed you are tending to your garden, decorating your home, choosing your outfit.

Kenma’s never been good with people, has never been the one to initiate a friendship. He knows he should have made more of an effort to be friendly and welcoming to you as your new older brother. There’s a slight pang of regret in his chest when he sees how at ease you are while you’re unaware of his presence. His eyes are as sharp as ever and he locks in on the way your body slightly stiffens, fingers nervously fidgeting when you finally notice his figure in the doorway, words already stuttering an apology for using his game room without explicitly asking.

You look like a scared mouse about to flee from the claws of a cat. And it pisses him off.

He hasn’t made the best efforts to bridge the gap between you, but for you to fear him? That seems a tad unnecessary, and more than a tad insulting. It’s more than enough to make the sadistic streak in him want to give you something to be scared about.

But he’s never been impulsive and he just quietly sits beside you on the floor, reassuring you it’s fine to play, smirking when you sneak little side glances his way as you continue collecting fruits.

“Kozume, do you want to play-”

“Just call me Kenma.”

Entranced eyes watch as you grow flustered at his words, mouth silently testing the weight of his given name in your mouth. For once, Kenma could care less about playing video games when a shaky timid “Kenma” slips past your soft lips.

“Kenma, do you want to play something together?”

You have no idea how badly he really does want to play together, but it’s a game you’re not ready for. So he calls upon any restraint he has to pluck your device from your hands and change the game to Mario Kart.

It’s amusing how easily you soften besides him, brow furrowing in concentration, eyes intently and eagerly following the screen, any anxiousness quickly forgotten as you get into the game. He greedily watches as you pout when you make a mistake, as your eyes light up every time you pass someone.

If he had known how easy it would be to make you warm up to him, he’d have done this sooner and he genuinely laughs when you whine and fake glare at him as he wins yet another round.

He asks about school. You ask about work. He tells you about his childhood. You share your own stories.

It’s a comfortable rhythmic back and forth and he’s afraid of ruining it, but a certain question nags at his mind, a question he knows may ruin the entire flow of the conversation.

“You’ll be graduating soon. Have you decided what you want to do after college?”

“Kenma not you too!!!”

His shoulders relax at how well you react to the question, smiling at the way you flop onto your back and groan about how mom and dad are already on your case about future plans.

“I’ve been applying to places, but who knows. Maybe I’ll just work for you at Bouncing Ball.”

There’s a playful lilt in your voice when you say it, a giggle and teasing smile accompanying the words. But there’s nothing funny about it to Kenma and your smile falters a bit when you see how tightly Kenma’s gripping his controller, the way his eyes pin you down.

“Kenma? It’s just a joke. I would never take advantage of-”

You try to get up from your reclined position, only to whimper in confusion when Kenma’s hand on your shoulder forces you back down. And suddenly you’re pinned down by more than just his stare as he moves to straddle you, knees on either side of your body, hands next to your head, his whole body caging yours.

It’s a lighthearted joke in the family that if all else fails, you could always work at Bouncing Ball. A joke your step-father and mother always dish out when the arguments get too tense as the three of you talk about your future. But it’s become less in jest for Kenma, especially after Kuroo sent him a scandalous picture of his newest secretary kneeling between his long legs, lips wrapped around his cock.

It wasn’t the first picture, nor was it the last incriminating photo the older businessman had sent him. Kenma merely rolled his eyes before deleting the image from his phone, wondering when Kuroo would grow bored and find a new toy to play with. But he freezes when he sees the following text message from his long-time friend.

“You’re the CEO of a company, Kenma. Wouldn’t it be nice to have someone convenient around? A pretty warm body? I bet that cute new step sister of yours would look really good under your desk. Doesn’t she graduate from college soon? If you don’t make a move, maybe I’ll snatch her up right from under your nose. I’m due for a change of secretary soon.”

There’s absolutely no reason for the hot anger that lances through him at Kuroo’s taunting words and he grimaces at playing right into his ex-captain’s hands, already hearing Kuroo’s braying laughter in his head if the older man saw just how much his words affected him.

But initial irritation aside, he lets himself really think, really imagine what a life with you at his beck and call would be like. And he likes what he sees. He doesn’t delete Kuroo’s photos as quickly as he used to, replacing the female faces with yours in his imagination as his hands slip under the hem of his boxers.

He knows it’s a longshot, knows there’s a high chance you’ll continue your lives as is, never destined to exchange more than a few polite greetings at family outings. But now...now hearing you voice the idea out loud yourself, hearing the way his first name sounds from your lips…

Maybe it’s not the silly pipe dream he had believed it to be.

“I’m in need of an assistant if you really do want to work at Bouncing Ball, but you’d need to prove why it would be worth hiring you.”

He almost laughs at how you perk up despite the precarious position you’re in, almost ready to launch into an elevator pitch of your qualifications flat on your back underneath him. You’re quite the multitasker already and he groans at the thought of having you cockwarm him while he tests out a new video game, making you answer all his calls stuffed full of him and desperately trying to hide the lustful tremble in your voice.

But he’s not here to listen to your carefully crafted speech. (Guess you really were practicing for job interviews like you said you were. What a good girl.) And he firmly presses his lips against yours to silence you, taking his time to immerse himself in the way your mouths mold against each other.

Your taste, your smell, your warmth. It’s all intoxicating and he slips his tongue inside your parted lips, subtly rutting his groin against your body. He can feel your body jostle as you lift your arms and he waits for the weight of your arms to lovingly wrap around his neck, only to be shocked when you weakly press against his shoulders until he finally relents and pulls back just enough to look down at you in irritated confusion.

“We- we shouldn’t be doing this.”

It’s not the words that have him clenching his fists, not even the way your palms still timidly press against him in a laughably weak show of defense.

It’s the fear in your eyes, the way you look at him like he’s some monster. It's the way he can almost palpably feel and hear your desire to be anywhere other than here, with anyone other than him, wishing to put as much space between the two of you as possible.

It’s your rejection.

It hurts to know that he isn’t enough just as he is, that he needs to resort to less...savory and straightforward ways to entrap you. But he’s not Hinata or Kuroo. He doesn’t have an electrifying personality or roguishly handsome features and charm to woo you. He only has his cunning and sharp tongue.

And he fully intends on maximizing his gifts.

“Of course, you don’t have to. You can just keep on applying and getting rejected by every company you speak to, if they even bother meeting with you after seeing your pathetic resume. Average college. Average grades. Average major. Tell me, how many interviews have you actually been reached out to for?”

He’s going out on a bit of a limb, but his suspicions are right and he cruelly smirks at the way tears bubble in your eyes at his words, no comeback or denial rolling off the tip of your tongue. He had a feeling you were struggling from the bits and pieces he’s picked up as your parents quietly talk and fret over you actually being able to find a job after graduation.

“Our parents are too nice to say anything about it, but you know they’re disappointed in you, right? Have you noticed how they always avoid talking about how school is going or asking you about how job hunting is going? How they only ask me how work is going? It’s because they know you’re just a loser whose life is going to amount to nothing.”

“That’s not true! They love me-”

“I’m not saying they don’t love you, but doesn’t that make it even worse? Making your loving and caring parents worry and stress over you when they should be preparing for retirement, an easy life? Instead of letting them finally enjoy a carefree life, you’ll be their freeloader daughter who uses up all their remaining funds. Is that what you want?”

You really are too easy and his lips curl in satisfaction at the way you frantically shake your head side to side, fat wet drops streaming down your face, adorable sniffles filling the air.

“If you become my assistant, I’ll compensate you well. You can live here with me, have your own room, a roof over your head, all the food and clothing you need and want. Think about how relieved and happy our parents will be seeing you provided for, seeing us getting along. Isn’t that what you want? For them to be happy?”

He knows how close you are to your mom, how important this idea of a perfect family is to you. He knows how insecurity and doubt about your own capabilities torment you. And he knows you’re hooked on his claws when your hands that are still pressed against his shoulders drop limply besides you, not even a hint of resistance left in you when he leans down once more to rest his forehead on yours, one hand cupping the side of your face.

“This is all you’re good for anyway. Working underneath me.”

If you notice his pun, you don’t acknowledge it, too busy wincing and squirming as he harshly nips and bites a trail from your lips to your neck as he pushes up the hem of your shirt until your chest is on full display for him. There’s something experimental, cold, meticulous about the way he gropes and fondles your breasts.Your face heats in humiliation at how he treats you like one of the many game consoles he’s reviewed for his audience.

But you don’t do anything about it, telling yourself that this is just his version of an interview as he pinches and prods at you, meanly twisting your nipples and chuckling at your yelp of pain. You obediently let him spread your legs apart, only letting out an agonized cry as he tests your flexibility, staring at him with a trembling lower lip as he sharply tells you to shut up while scrutinizing your panty-covered sex.

“You really are made for this, aren’t you?”

You whimper as he nudges the small wet spot on the thin fabric, clenching your eyes shut in denial at how hot and wound up your body feels from his touch, unable to hide your gasp as he pulls the layer aside and rubs your aroused clit.

There’s something so different about the way his fingers slowly sink into your wet pussy, almost lazily curling against your soft walls, his thumb never stopping its careful massage on the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. So different from your own fingers desperately thrusting in and out of you. So different from the drunk partners you’ve hooked up with at college and their sloppy, rapid, frantic movements.

You can feel something large, something intimidating slowly rising from deep inside of you, a volcano about to erupt compared to the bright and fast to fade shooting stars you’re used to. You’re scared. Scared of the intoxicating feeling, of how easy it is to grow accustomed to Kenma’s presence, of how his cat-like eyes are all you can see and think of.

How can something feel so wrong and so right at the same time?

That’s the last coherent thought you have before your world goes blank, pleasure rocking through you as you soak the carpet and your step-brother’s hand with your juices. You’re moaning as Kenma continues to rock his fingers in and out of you, fingertips insistently massaging your clit and g-spot as you ride out your orgasm, body trembling and convulsing.

But even when the tremors slow, when pleasure becomes something sharper, more overwhelming, he doesn’t stop. You wail, begging him to stop, to let you rest, slumping in relief when he finally drags his hands away from you, carelessly wiping the mess you’ve made of his hand on your skin, covering you in your own essence.

Your heavy eyelids threaten to flutter shut as you let exhaustion wash over you, already dreading having to get up and wash yourself. But you’re shocked back to reality as something hard begins to nudge at your still fluttering entrance.

“Kenma! No! Too much-”

You break off into a sob as surprisingly strong hands dig into your hips, holding you still as he pushes and pushes until he’s fully settled inside of you, balls resting against your ass.

You’re still so tight, your quivering walls clamping around the intrusion, and he groans at the thought of being able to sink into this hole every day, multiple times, whenever he wants. His cock is already aching from holding off for so long, from watching your body and face contorted in pleasure. Kenma can feel his end quickly approaching as you scream and wail underneath him, eyes rolling back in your head, drool trickling from the corner of your mouth. You look absolutely obscene and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of this side of you.

But despite the way his balls are tightening, despite the stutter in his hips, he’s determined to watch you fall apart once more, to see you shatter to pieces yet again. He grits his teeth, fingers reaching down to furiously rub at your already oversensitized clit, reveling in how your back arches, thighs shaking in overstimulation, and then you snap.

He wonders what his parents would think of their dear dumb daughter now, looking nothing like their silly angel, looking like a wanton used whore, incoherent garbled noises slipping past your lips as you twitch uncontrollably, your pussy milking him dry as he cums inside of you.

There’s only silence mixed with your pitiful whimpers as he slides out of you, grimacing at the sticky mess you’ve made of yourself and him. But that’s what your other hole is for and he orders you to suck him clean, admiring what a quick learner you are, eager to please as you noisily slurp and lick him clean, moaning at the taste of your combined fluids...

Maybe too eager and he shoves you off of him when you become too enthusiastic, his cock beginning to twitch in interest once more.

You look so lost, still sprawled out on the ground, staring up at him with wide imploring eyes as he pulls up his pants. So vulnerable and in need of guidance.

Good thing you have such a great boss to manage you.

“Not bad. Consider these next few days your internship and if all goes well, I’ll be more than happy to hire you as Bouncing Ball’s newest employee this summer. Now clean up this room and show me that my future assistant can do more than just be a slut.”