#maybe I’m missing something here but wtf

[just-some-random-blogger]

Just watched sense and sensibility today, reblogged a bunch of Alan Rickman stuff then this popped on my dash. All I can say is God bless you and God bless Tumblr ❤️ literally have no idea wtf this fic is based on BuT YOU BEST BELIEVE I WILL SOO FIND OUT AFTER READING THIS OF COURSESS UGGHHH

Forty-eight hours in which your entire understanding of what happened between you shattered under the unbearable weight of silence.

INCREDIBLE WRITING. CHEWING IN BROKEN GLASS.

Then he fucked you like he meant it—like he felt it—and whispered that you were his.

THE WAY I SCREAMED MY SISTER TOLD ME TO SHUT UP. THE WAYS I WAS LIKE WHERE ISSSS ITTTTT THEN I SAW THERES A P1 AHAHHHHHHH

You’d told yourself you weren’t surprised. That it was predictable, expected. That a man like him—older, respectable, decorated—wouldn’t stick around for a dancer with glitter in her bra and rent to pay. Maybe he regretted it. Maybe it had been a moment of weakness, something shameful he’d locked away the minute he left the club. Maybe you were just another story he’d never tell.

Chew his ass bestie

You didn’t smile. You danced.

You didn’t owe him that anymore. And when the manager slipped into the dressing room with a folded bill and the usual nod—“Private request, table three”—you didn’t even ask who. You just said, “Tell him I’m not available tonight.”

ATEEE YOU TELL HIM BABE

And that, more than anything, pissed him off. It wasn’t like him. Not in the field. Not in boardrooms. Not when staring down ministers or generals or even drone feeds with lives on the line. But here? Sitting in a back room of a strip club, waiting for a woman half his age to walk through the door with that soft smile and the scent of violets curling around her skin?

GRRRRRRR I DO LOVE ME A WANTING YEARNING PATHETIC MAN THOOO

He was fucking anxious.

And he didn’t have your number—he hadn’t asked. Stupid. Stupid, like a schoolboy who thought the connection between you had been enough. Like a man who hadn’t been left before.

YOURE STILL A MAN THO. PATHETIC. YOU CAN GO DOWN ON ME ANY TIME. UGHHH I LOVE HIM SHAKING IN HIS BOOTS

But he was here now. And all he wanted was to see you. Touch your hair. Kiss that goddamn smirk off your lips and tell you he’d missed you so much it had physically hurt.

Him:

“She said she’s not doing privates tonight,” the manager repeated, a little firmer now. “Sorry, sir.”

🗣️📢PERIOD

Frank stared at him for a beat too long, not quite understanding. That was the first time you’d ever turned him down. Ever. Not even on nights you were tired, or busy, or pulled away for other things. You always came. Always looked for him.

DESERVED BUT ALSO I ACTUALLY FELT BAD FOR HIM?

“Fuck,” he muttered, low and vicious, dragging a hand over his face. “Stupid old bastard.”

WAIT NO CUZ IVE NEVER FELT REMORSE FOR A FICTIONAL MAN BEFORE EVEN IF ITS A BLORBO DIE FOR ALL I CARE BUT LIKE??? 🫵WITCH🫵 HOW COULD YOU MAKE ME FEEL SMTH FOR HIM

You were giggling at something he said, your fingers toying with his collar, your head tilted back like this was the highlight of your fucking week.

🗣️AS🗣️YOU🗣️SHOULD🗣️

“Should’ve known better,” he growled under his breath, yanking the door open. “Christ. Falling in love with a woman who takes her fucking clothes off for a paycheck—what the hell’s wrong with you, Frank?”

🥺 but also 😌 suffer

He wasn’t thinking straight. He knew he wasn’t. His pulse was a war drum, his thoughts a storm. Logic, reason, restraint—they scattered like ash in the wake of the fury tightening in his chest. His feet carried him back toward the strip club without permission, heavy boots thudding over the pavement like gunshots.

NO BUT THIS WAS SO GOOD TO VIVID AND CRUNCHY AND I LOVVEEE THE IMAGERY THE SENSORY EXPERIENCE LOVEEE

“What the hell does Grandpa want?” the younger man muttered behind a smug smirk, eyes sweeping Frank’s military uniform like he was sizing up a Halloween costume. “Wrong war, old man.”

Frank finally looked at him—hazel eyes narrowed, baritone cold and lethal. “She’s not yours,” he said. “And you so much as step toward her, I’ll put you through the fucking floor.”

Me next

Frank didn’t look at you at first. He just shrugged off his long coat—heavy, still warm from his body—and draped it over your shoulders in one motion.

“I didn’t even touch you,” he said, softer now. “All that time. Didn’t even try. Didn’t ask for your number. I thought—Jesus, I thought—” He looked away, jaw flexing. “You didn’t come to the booth. You looked at me like I didn’t matter. Like I was no one. After everything.”

ugHHHH HES SO PATHETIC AND WANTING AND

Your bottom lip trembled. He leaned down, voice a velvet rasp. “Come home with me.”

Done. Next question. You do not have to worry about me you do not have to worry about me.

“Keep walking,” Frank snarled, his baritone cutting the air like a whip. “Unless you want to lose your fucking eyes.”

HES SO DJDJDJNDNDN

Frank leaned in, nose brushing yours, voice a low growl. “Did it feel like charity two nights ago? When I had you in my lap, when I fucked you so deep you couldn’t remember your own name? When you came screaming for me like I was the only man who ever made you feel like that?”

I NEEEEEEEEEEED

The Officer’s Girl

Summary: Frank Benson doesn't do feelings, but she’s not just another girl in a booth. When she shuts him out, he learns what it means to lose control.

Pairing: Frank Benson × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Jealousy

Author's Notes: I wrote this second chapter for Frank while listening to Beyoncé’s song ‘Haunted.’ So, if you’d like, you can play that song while reading it!

First and Second part here.

Also read on Ao3

Frank Benson had been gone for two nights.

Just two.

Forty-eight hours in which your entire understanding of what happened between you shattered under the unbearable weight of silence. He’d come to the club for weeks. Every night. Sat in the same damn booth, drank the same slow glass of scotch, tipped you like you were a goddess. Then he fucked you like he meant it—like he felt it—and whispered that you were his.

And then he vanished. No calls. No messages. Not even a goddamn explanation. Not that he could’ve sent one—you hadn’t exchanged numbers. But you’d assumed—wrongly, it seemed—that he’d ask for yours. That a man who held you like that afterward, stroked your hair while you drifted off against his chest whispering nonsense about the ceiling fan, wouldn’t just disappear like the rest.

But he had.

And it hurt.

You’d told yourself you weren’t surprised. That it was predictable, expected. That a man like him—older, respectable, decorated—wouldn’t stick around for a dancer with glitter in her bra and rent to pay. Maybe he regretted it. Maybe it had been a moment of weakness, something shameful he’d locked away the minute he left the club. Maybe you were just another story he’d never tell.

The realization stung more than you wanted to admit. So on the third night, when Frank did walk in—his uniform crisp, silver hair combed back, hazel eyes sharp as ever—you didn’t light up.

You didn’t smile. You danced.

Same as always. Smooth. Confident. The red lingerie this time, you knew he liked. You saw him in the corner. You felt his eyes on you like a brand. But this time, you didn’t look his way. Didn’t offer that private smile.

You didn’t owe him that anymore. And when the manager slipped into the dressing room with a folded bill and the usual nod—“Private request, table three”—you didn’t even ask who. You just said, “Tell him I’m not available tonight.”

Frank waited in the private booth—the same one he’d kissed you in, touched you in, fucked you in—his hands resting stiffly on his thighs, his cap folded neatly in one palm. The leather of the booth creaked beneath his weight, and the low lighting cast shadows across his features, deepening the furrow between his brows.

He was nervous.

Goddamn nervous.

And that, more than anything, pissed him off. It wasn’t like him. Not in the field. Not in boardrooms. Not when staring down ministers or generals or even drone feeds with lives on the line. But here? Sitting in a back room of a strip club, waiting for a woman half his age to walk through the door with that soft smile and the scent of violets curling around her skin?

He was fucking anxious.

He hadn’t meant to be gone. The army had swallowed him again—late meetings, sudden briefings, an emergency call from the Defense Ministry that sent him halfway to Brussels for a day and a half of bureaucratic hell. He hadn’t even had time to breathe, let alone come back here, let alone find you. And he didn’t have your number—he hadn’t asked. Stupid. Stupid, like a schoolboy who thought the connection between you had been enough. Like a man who hadn’t been left before.

But he was here now. And all he wanted was to see you. Touch your hair. Kiss that goddamn smirk off your lips and tell you he’d missed you so much it had physically hurt.

The door cracked open.

Frank straightened instinctively.

It wasn’t you. It was the manager. The man looked uncomfortable—shifted his weight from foot to foot, eyes darting over Frank’s uniform with that same deference most people gave him.

“She’s not available tonight,” the man said, his voice low.

Frank blinked. “What?”

“She said she’s not doing privates tonight,” the manager repeated, a little firmer now. “Sorry, sir.”

Frank stared at him for a beat too long, not quite understanding. That was the first time you’d ever turned him down. Ever. Not even on nights you were tired, or busy, or pulled away for other things. You always came. Always looked for him.

His heart kicked in his chest. Not fast. Just... heavy.

He nodded once—tight. “Right.”

The manager lingered a second longer, as if waiting for something else, then quietly closed the door behind him.

Frank sat there a moment longer, silent, his hand still clenched around the cap in his lap.

Then he stood. He stepped out of the booth, straightened his shoulders, and walked back into the main room like nothing was wrong—like the denial hadn’t knocked something loose inside his chest.

The club was louder now, drunker. The scent of beer and perfume mixed with cigarette smoke and sweat, a thick fog that clung to the low-hung lights and trembling bass.

And then he saw you. You weren’t on stage. You weren’t in the wings or behind the curtain.

You were in some idiot’s lap. Bare-breasted.

Laughing.

The young guy—some frat-looking shithead with slicked hair and a button-down already open halfway—had both hands on your waist, his mouth slack with a dumb grin as you leaned into him, breasts pressing against his chest like you didn’t even notice. You were giggling at something he said, your fingers toying with his collar, your head tilted back like this was the highlight of your fucking week.

And then you saw Frank. Your eyes met his—just for a flicker, just a second—but it was enough. You recognized him.

And you looked away. Deliberately. You smiled at the kid like he’d hung the goddamn moon, pressed a kiss to his cheek, and curled into him like he was your home.

Frank stood there frozen, the blood in his chest thick and slow. His jaw clenched. His nostrils flared. His eyes darkened beneath his cap's shadow as the thumping bass rattled through his ribs like a second heartbeat.

He turned and left.

Didn't say a word, didn't look back. He pushed through the front doors, out into the wet pavement and the sour stink of the alley behind the club, the chill night air cutting against his flushed skin.

“Fuck,” he muttered, low and vicious, dragging a hand over his face. “Stupid old bastard.”

He kept walking, footsteps heavy, shoulders tense, his breath fogging in the cold as he rounded the corner toward his car.

“Should’ve known better,” he growled under his breath, yanking the door open. “Christ. Falling in love with a woman who takes her fucking clothes off for a paycheck—what the hell’s wrong with you, Frank?”

The silence in the car was thick. Familiar. The kind he used to crave. Now it just felt like punishment.

He dropped his cap in the passenger seat, gripped the wheel with both hands, and sat there, alone.

Again.

No.

No fuck—no fuck!

Frank slammed both palms against the steering wheel, the sharp crack echoing through the car’s interior. His breath came hard, uneven, hazel eyes burning into the windshield as the image of you straddling that slick-haired little bastard played on a loop in his mind.

He growled, low and ugly. Then he threw the door open so hard it bounced back against him.

“Goddammit,” he spat, kicking it shut behind him.

He wasn’t thinking straight. He knew he wasn’t. His pulse was a war drum, his thoughts a storm. Logic, reason, restraint—they scattered like ash in the wake of the fury tightening in his chest. His feet carried him back toward the strip club without permission, heavy boots thudding over the pavement like gunshots.

Inside, the bass throbbed. Lights flashed. The air was thick with perfume and sweat and betrayal. He didn’t scan the room this time. Didn’t nod to anyone. He didn’t need to. He saw you.

Still in that idiot’s lap. Still smiling.

You spotted him first. Your expression faltered. Confusion. Alarm. Something else—wariness? Hope? You shifted like you meant to stand, but before you could say a word—

“What the hell does Grandpa want?” the younger man muttered behind a smug smirk, eyes sweeping Frank’s military uniform like he was sizing up a Halloween costume. “Wrong war, old man.”

Frank didn’t look at him. Didn’t answer. He walked straight to you. A soldier’s march.

“Frank?” you breathed, startled, hands rising as if to intercept him. “Frank, wait—”

Too late. He grabbed you, hands under your thighs, over the shoulder in one practiced motion.

You screamed in surprise. “Frank—what the fuck—put me down!” You kicked at him, hit him on the back, but he held you like iron.

“Put me down! You can’t just—”

“Watch me,” he growled, his voice thick and gravel-heavy.

The younger man shot to his feet, outraged. “You can’t do that, you freak!”

Frank finally looked at him—hazel eyes narrowed, baritone cold and lethal. “She’s not yours,” he said. “And you so much as step toward her, I’ll put you through the fucking floor.”

The boy hesitated. Frank didn’t blink, and the coward backed down.

Frank didn’t stop moving. He pushed through the crowd like a tank, dragging gasps and protests in his wake.

You hit his shoulder again. “Frank, stop! What are you doing? The security—”

As if on cue, one of the bouncers intercepted him near the exit. A big guy—young, alert, clearly ready to swing.

“Sir, put her down. Now.”

Frank adjusted you on his shoulder, not missing a step. “Don’t make me hurt you.”

You felt the muscles in his back coil like a spring—ready to fight, ready to defend, and suddenly all the fire in you went cold. Not because he scared you. But because they might hurt him.

“Wait—wait! He’s with me!” you called quickly, your voice cutting through the haze. “It’s fine! He’s with me! I know him!”

The bouncer hesitated. You wriggled enough to show your face. “It’s fine. I swear. Please—just let us go.”

Reluctantly, the man stepped aside.

Frank pushed out into the night air, breath steaming in the cold, your bare skin shivering against the sharp bite of wind. He walked until he hit the sidewalk, then stopped. Slowly—reluctantly—he set you down.

You stumbled slightly on your heels, still half-naked in red lace, your heart hammering like a drumline in your chest.

Frank didn’t look at you at first. He just shrugged off his long coat—heavy, still warm from his body—and draped it over your shoulders in one motion.

You stared at him, blinking, disoriented.

His voice came next, quiet. Rough. Baritone like broken stone. “You looked cold.”

His hands hovered at your arms, uncertain now. Still trembling with the fury he hadn’t released, still catching his breath like he’d just come out of battle.

You clutched the coat tighter around yourself. “Frank… what the hell was that?”

He didn’t answer. Not right away. He looked at you finally—really looked. And the heat in his eyes wasn’t lust. Not only lust. It was rage. Possession. And beneath all of it: hurt.

“You think I could just sit there?” he rasped. “Watch someone else put their hands on you? Watch you laugh for him?”

You opened your mouth to speak—closed it again.

“I didn’t even touch you,” he said, softer now. “All that time. Didn’t even try. Didn’t ask for your number. I thought—Jesus, I thought—” He looked away, jaw flexing. “You didn’t come to the booth. You looked at me like I didn’t matter. Like I was no one. After everything.”

“I was hurt,” you whispered. “You disappeared.”

Frank’s nostrils flared. “I had meetings. A security briefing. I didn’t think—” He broke off, ran a hand through his silver hair. “I didn’t think I had to explain. I thought we… understood each other.”

You stood there a long moment, trembling, swamped in his coat, the scent of him all around you. "I waited for you,” you said, voice barely audible.

Frank’s chest rose and fell, slow and heavy. He stepped closer, cupped your cheek with one warm, calloused hand, eyes searching your face. “I’m not good at this,” he admitted quietly. “I don’t know how to do this right. But I swear to God, I’d never walk away from you on purpose.”

Your bottom lip trembled. He leaned down, voice a velvet rasp. “Come home with me.”

You had no chance to respond because he kissed you, slow, deep, and aching; it was a promise. He wasn't going anywhere. Not now, not ever.

You pulled away from the kiss, your fingers fisted in Frank’s shirt, your breath mixing with his in the chilled night air. The coat hung heavy around your shoulders, swallowing your frame, his body still so close you could feel the pulse of his chest beneath your palm.

“I need to know what this means,” you whispered.

Frank blinked, as if coming out of a trance. His expression twisted—frustration, rawness, something close to panic flashing in those sharp hazel eyes. He exhaled through his nose, his hands cupping your face with something too gentle for a man who had just threatened to break someone in half.

“It means I’m getting you out of that fucking place,” he muttered, voice low and hoarse, like gravel dragged over fire. “It means I want you with me. At my house. Living there. Fuck—I'll support you if I have to.”

You stared up at him, stunned. “Frank—”

He didn’t let you interrupt. “I hate it,” he growled, stepping closer, jaw tense. “I hate knowing you’re up there with your tits out while drunk bastards throw money at you. I hate thinking of their hands on you, even for a second. It makes me want to—”

A man stumbled by on the sidewalk, slowing as he passed, his gaze catching on the open coat draped over your bare body, eyes lingering on the soft skin just visible at the neckline.

Frank moved like a storm. He yanked the coat tighter around you, shielding you completely, his broad frame stepping between you and the stranger like a goddamn wall. One hand gripped your waist, the other flattened between your shoulder blades, pressing you to his chest.

“Keep walking,” Frank snarled, his baritone cutting the air like a whip. “Unless you want to lose your fucking eyes.”

The man—wide-eyed and more sober by the second—held up his hands and shuffled away without another word.

You didn’t watch him go.

You reached up, grabbed Frank’s face between your hands, and forced him to look at you. “Frank. Stop. Look at me.”

His chest rose hard beneath your touch, tension radiating from every inch of him. He looked at you like you might vanish, like he wasn’t sure what you’d say next.

“I don’t want to take advantage of you,” you said, voice shaking. “I’m not going to be your project. Or your charity case.”

Frank’s expression shifted—shocked, then furious. “Charity case?” he spat, hazel eyes burning now. “Is that what you think this is?”

“I don’t know what to think,” you said, your fingers curling tighter in the front of his shirt. “You’re this… decorated officer with a house and a pension and a goddamn moral compass. And I’m a—”

“Don’t,” he cut you off sharply, the word like a slap. “Don’t finish that sentence.”

You trembled beneath his touch, his coat wrapped tight around your shoulders like a shield.

Frank leaned in, nose brushing yours, voice a low growl. “Did it feel like charity two nights ago? When I had you in my lap, when I fucked you so deep you couldn’t remember your own name? When you came screaming for me like I was the only man who ever made you feel like that?”

You gasped, the memory slamming into you like heat under your skin.

“Because if that was charity,” he muttered, breath hot against your cheek, “it was yours. Not mine.”

Your hands shot up, grabbing two fistfuls of his shirt, pulling him closer, grounding yourself in the solid weight of him.

“No,” you said, breathless, voice breaking. “It wasn’t charity. It wasn’t. Don’t say that again.”

Frank’s breath hitched.

Your eyes searched his. “You think I spread my legs for men who make me feel like that? Like I’m... wanted? Real?” You shook your head. “That night—it was the first time in years I felt like more than a body on display. You think I gave that to you because I felt sorry for you?”

Frank closed his eyes, his forehead pressing to yours, voice tight with something deeper than anger now—something wounded and fierce and vulnerable. “Then come home with me,” he rasped. “Let me make this something more. Not a transaction. Not a mistake. Just us.”

You exhaled shakily, your voice no louder than a whisper. “And what happens when I fall in love with you?”

Frank pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes. And then—finally—he smiled. Small. Real. Tired and wrecked and still so goddamn beautiful.

“Then I’ll fall right back.”

And that was when you knew: he already had.

[inanshalla]

yeah um these new writers didn’t know wtf they were doing when writing for veilguard and OBVIOUSLY they did not play any of the previous games, didn’t even look at the spark notes version

below the cut

they changed mythal’s motivation of being avenged for her betrayal and death by the evanuris

to her actually caring about modern elves all along and admits to a elf rook that she in fact cares a lot for them also that she did not approve of what solas was planning:

which wouldn’t be so bad… when that’s a big contradiction. Other than saying the dalish inquisitor makes The People proud, she says to a dalish inquisitor who can ask her why she was not there for them then and even now:

what is strangest to me is that… the fragment of mythal inside flemeth that was so focused on her own reckoning and revenge that she didn’t do anything for the elven people is said to have gone through considerable character development while inside flemeth by morrigan who now has a fragment of mythal:

morrigan is clear about the mythal in the crossroads is still bitter and vengeful over not just her betrayal by the evanuris but also by solas as well after the events of inquisition when he killed her for her power:

so according to veilguard, the mythal that was inside flemeth during inquisition actually cared about the modern elves all along rather than getting revenge for her betrayal and murder by the evanuris and did not agree with solas’ plans of tearing down the veil to restore the elven people… but in inquisition this same fragment told a dalish inquisitor to their face when they asked why didn’t she help as they prayed and prayed for her to help them by saying “what was could not be changed” and that by asking mythal to do something NOW they don’t know what they were asking, asking for her help to help the modern elves… as she clearly cared more about her own retribution by saying mythal came to her “for a reckoning that would shake the very heavens” and she would see her avenged

this is horribly inconsistent… which keeps showing up :/

and to get the good/best ending, if you obtain mythal’s essence: either through a fight or convincing her, as I don’t think that matters, she will appear with morrigan’s help to stop solas… so basically putting her love for modern elves above her revenge so quickly… but that can be explained with rook convincing her to help the veilguard but… nevermind

Oh lord,

but then again considering the new devs didn’t know who half the damn original cast of the series were and clearly didn’t know jack shit about what they were talking about I’m not surprised

[lostintranslaation]

Where are all the suitor! Diomedes fics. I require them.

[alurite16]

Why r people so weird about poly people???

[revengescene]

Hey, guys, I’m trying to see something…

[norrisainz33]

amore || cl16

☆ summary: you found the man of your dreams thanks to a good friend of yours over one beautiful summer

☆ pairing: charles leclerc x actress!italian!reader

☆ fc & warnings: none & poorly translated italian

☆ requested: yes 🤍 thank you for requesting xxoo

masterlist

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felicissimo di essere tornato a casa dopo aver girato a London negli ultimi mesi 🤍🍝

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scuderiaferrari: principessa 😍 please join us in monza 😔

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user16: ferrari really out here begging her to show up

user5: that’s their italian princess ofc they’re begging for her attendance

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user32: yall are never gonna stop shipping those 2 huh?

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user5: he messy for that one

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ynuser: well…. i have to admit that maybe you were on to something with making me go to dinner with charles

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ynuser: 🤨 you just want me to come hang out with you at the races

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user6: adding that book to my goodreads rn

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charlesleclerc: likewise! i’m already looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow

ynuser: oh!! you’re going to dinner with rebecca and carlos and crew as well?

charlesleclerc: yes! any chance you want to grab a drink with me beforehand?

ynuser: as long as said drink is an espresso

charlesleclerc: you can have whatever it is your heart desires

ynuser: is that so?

charlesleclerc: oui bien sûr [yes of course]

ynuser: you may come to regret that

charlesleclerc: i doubt it

scuderiaferrari: willing to accept our invitation yet?

ynuser: can you get me some lewis merch?

scuderiaferrari: absolutely

ynuser: then i’ll see you there 😉

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user16: REBE WHAT DOES THIS MEAN LET ME INNNNNN

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user16: i just screamed out loud. that’s charles leclerc on YOUR story

yourbff: GIRL THIS AINT YOUR PIRVATE STORY DELETE

ynuser: whelp….. this is awkward…. it’s a bit too late now it’s all over the internet

yourbff: at least this story is tame (unlike that one private story from last week where you posted him shirtless on the beach eating grapes like some roman god)

ynuser: i would have been mortified

user13: oh what do we have here……….

iamrebeccad: and to think that you could’ve been watching in person

ynuser: we only just started seeing each other i am attempting to take things a little slower than that tho i’ve just blown up our spot

iamrebeccad: i completely get it y/n/n! but just know he’s completely smitten. he’s been talking about you nonstop and every time your name pops up on his phone he gets the biggest smile on his face

ynuser: omg stop 😭😭😭

iamrebeccad: it’s true! i’ve never seen this man so head over heels before

user24: the collective head loss f1twt abt to have over this oh boy

charlesleclerc: wow… i’m honored to have made it to the public story!

ynuser: i’m sorry it was meant to be on the private one but i messed up 😅

charlesleclerc: i mean… i can’t say that i mind! i like the world knowing you’re supporting me and me only 🤷🏻‍♂️

ynuser: i’m actually supporting lewis

charlesleclerc: valid but that hurts

f1gossip: making our job pretty easy here y/n

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f1gossip: looks like italian actress y/n y/l/n and f1 star charles leclerc are making monaco their playground ahead of monza this weekend. from a cozy ride in a charles’ iconic ferrari to a classic ‘hide from the cameras’ moment—seems like these two might be more than just friends?

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user1: stop the second slide is so carrie bradshaw of her

user3: monaco seems worse than la. can these people ever leave their house without being photographed?

user8: truly seems like no

user22: free our girl from this man

user16: i don’t claim this energy

user2: not y/n pulling the don’t look at me move while literally stepping out of a multi million-dollar car that literally says 16 on it

user16: best news i’ve seen all day

user4: literally no way they’re not together. look at the way they’re looking at each other.. i know what yall are

user12: plot twist! they’re actually filming for a new movie

user4: me when i spread misinformation

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user5: NO WAY YOURE AT THE RACE RN

user12: you at monza?? this is all the confirmation we needed tbh

iamrebeccad: yayyyy you’re here!!!!! can’t wait to see you pretty girl

ynuser: yes!!!! running to find you as we speak. i miss my rebe

user7: just casually dropping this is insane work. i need like 5 business days to be able to recover from the implications of this. y/ncharles is canon

charlesleclerc: oh you look stunning in the ferrari garage

ynuser: you think so? if that’s the case then maybe i need to hang out here more

charlesleclerc: i’d love that. in fact, i’d love to see you here on every race day. i have a good feeling that you’re going to bring me some luck 😉

ynuser: how about this… if you win - i’ll come to every race for the rest of the season

charlesleclerc: deal. i’ll see you on that podium mon ange

user16: brb screaming into the void rn

scuderiaferrari: il giorno migliore di sempre [best day ever]

ynuser: grazie per avermi ospitato ❤️ [thank you for having me]

scuderiaferrari: sei sempre il benvenuto ❤️‍🔥 [you are always welcome]

user17: i used to pray for soft launches like this

jackhughes: we lost a good one 😔✊🏻

ynuser: i folded what can i say

jackhughes: i think i hear quinn crying himself to sleep

user25: nah if you postin from monza it’s gotta be a official that you’re with that car guy

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user16: ain’t no way for me to be normal about this one fr

yourbff: this might be the sickest picture i’ve ever seen

ynuser: right?!?!? main character energy

user14: you ain’t wrong girl

scuderiaferrari: incredible! thanks for joining us this weekend y/n xxoo

ynuser: thank you for having me admin!! appreciate all of your support

iamrebeccad: this is truly a photo fit for the history books

ynuser: getting it framed as we speak

user2: if anyone knows aura it’s YOU but ig this man is ok

charlesleclerc: 😍😍😍 i couldn’t be more glad that you were able to be here with me

ynuser: it was an incredible experience. i’m so thankful to have been here ❤️

charlesleclerc: being on that podium and seeing you in the crowd was everything i could have ever dreamed of

ynuser: charles 😭

charlesleclerc: it’s true! this might be the adrenaline talking but i think im in love with you

ynuser: charlie!!!!!! the feeling is incredibly mutual

charlesleclerc: thank god!

charlesleclerc: oh and don’t think i forgot about the deal we made! see you at every race from here on out 😏

user8: the way you’re hyping him up... we see you y/n/n 😉

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charlesleclerc: p1 in monza! no greater feeling than getting the win here in front of the home crowd. to the tifosi - thank you for the endless support and for always believing me (oh and for y/n - she's pretty great)

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user11: p1!!! thats my goat!!!!

lewishamilton: strong drive 💪🏻

charlesleclerc: thanks lewis!!

user16: i am SO UP RIGHT NOW!!! CHARLES WIN AND Y/N FEATURE IN THE POST!!!!!!!!!

carlossainz55: great job mate

charlesleclerc: thanks man! miss you

user18: perhaps the best day of my life

user19: the tifosi will always love you charles! unless of course you hurt our girl then we wont be so nice

ynuser: congratulazioni a te charles [congratulations to you charles]

charlesleclerc: grazie bellissima [thank you gorgeous]

user42: first you win in monza and now you reveal ur off the market? charles I am not okay.

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Secret Sister | OP81

in which lando has a secret sister and oscar falls hard and fast

oscar piastri x norris!reader

fc: sophia birlem

a/n: lol hello this is my first ever smau, everyone say thank you rianna. hope you enjoy this and if you have any requests lmk!

landonorris:

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happy 21st birthday to this gremlin, ig being your big brother is fun or whatever @/ynnorris

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userone: i’m sorry i beg your pardon what

usertwo: someone say sike rn

maxfewtrell: lando you’re going to break the internet with this post

userthree: a bit too late

userfour: YOU KNEW?!

ynnorris: guys i’ve been held captive for 21 years. dobby is free!

yourbestfriend: how long have you been waiting to say that?

ynnorris: 3 years

userfive: how did lando manage to pull this off for so long?!

oscarpiastri: you have a sister??

maxverstappen1: lando what?

usersix: it’s the way lando just hardlaunched that he had a sister for me 😭

alex_albon: I KNEW IT

georgerussell63 : i’m so sorry i never believed you

alex_albon: i was onto him back in 2019, you guys just thought i was delusional😞

userseven: moral of the story, always trust alex

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hello world. twenty first and graduation? now you guys know who the smartest norris is xx

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landonorris: you’re public for one day and you already start publicly bullying me wtf

userone: oh i like her already

usertwo: sorry did i just see she graduated in computer science? from edinburgh? we love an educated queen

yourbestfriend: world’s hottest programmer

ynnorris: get it on a top

yourbestfriend: yes ma’am

userthree: why did she have to wait until her 21st to post? i’m so confused 😭

userfour: maybe lando didnt want her to be in the limelight and now that she’s an adult she’s in control of it?

userthree: oh that makes sense

ynnorris: he just didn’t want people to know that his sister is 100x cooler than him

userfive: yn pls 😭😭😭

oscarpiastri: hello

ynnorris: hello

landonorris: not happening

usersix: oh no poor lando 😭

maxverstappen1: @/landonorris i refuse to believe she’s real, tell her to come to monaco with a birth certificate

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just arrived to monaco and lan’s ditched me for max, give me recs x

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userone: i love that she thinks we’re rich enough to ever be in monaco

usertwo: the waterfront!

yourbestfriend: what happened to “we’ll go together”?

ynnorris: you chose your girlfriend over me 😁

yourbestfriend: she is quite literally graduating today

ynnorris: then don’t complain x

userthree: that’s a few too many suitcases no?

oscarpiastri: the vaundé bakery or the hiking trail

ynnorris: noted 🫡

userfour: something is going to happen between them two i’m calling it now

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i guess i understand why lando left gloomy london for this

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userone: where are the insta detectives, is that the bakery oscar recommended

usertwo: it is!

userthree: is that oscar?

oscarpiastri: no

userthree: oh no he’s experiencing his first heartbreak

landonorris: lol

userfour: foul

userfive: she’s living the dream

yourbestfriend: i miss u

ynnorris: come here, lando said i could invite anyone

landonorris: i did not.

ynnorris: do you want mum and dad to find out what happened to the clutch of their old fiesta?

landonorris: @/yourbestfriend what i meant to say is you’re more than welcome

usersix: she’s so effortlessly funny

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monaco over and out, see you soon 😉

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userone: is that oscar??

usertwo: god she is so pretty

userthree: i know oscar’s back when i see it

oscarpiastri: photo credits? 🙄

userfour: i knew it!

ynnorris: the photos are mediocre at best

oscarpiastri: take them down then, copyright 😤

ynnorris: big baby 😤

userfive: wait they’re so cute

maxfewtrell: oh yn

yourbestfriend: he’s going to kill you

landonorris: is that my balcony?

landonorris: answer the phone yn

ynnorris: no x

[landososcar]

so american ; CL16

pairing(s) ; charles leclerc x american!reader

summary ; in which a trip to monaco turns permenant because of one ferrari racing driver

warnings ; fast paced relationship, smau, google translated french (pls correct anything that’s wrong) & FLUFFF

note ; lol sorry i lowkey disappeared. anyways. here’s charles and leo (aka everyone’s fav duo)

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youruser leo & i might never leave 🥰����🇨

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friend1 monaco is so so beautiful

yourbff you can’t leave me here alone in the us

youruser but…

charles_leclerc im stealing her

yourbff you’ve know her for 3 weeks

charles_leclerc whats your point ??

friend2 the states miss you come home

friend3 leo has a new lap to sit in????

yourbff i feel cheated on

charles_leclerc i’ll make sure you don’t leave ☺️❤️

youruser having the best time of my life with you🫶

yourbff saying you’re not gonna let her leave is kinda creepy not gonna lie…

charles_leclerc you’re just jealous coz she doesn’t wanna go back to the us and wants to stay with me

friend4 you look so happy😁

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cl16updating recent pictures of charles with a puppy, fans who asked him about the dog say his name is leo and he is not charles dog but he is staying with him for a while!! we are also unsure who the girl in his car in the last picture is, if anyone has any idea please share her instagram @ with us!!!!!!!!

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fan1 omg he’s not his dog??? i’m devastated now i wanted leo paddock appearances

fan2 idk maybe if you guys find her instagram @ don’t share it,, if charles wanted us to know about her he’d share with us

fan3 if she doesn’t want us to know about her maybe she shouldn’t hang out with the prince of monaco

fan4 she should be able to hang with whoever she wants. some of y’all are so weird

fan5 imma steal that dog

fan6 that means we probs won’t get leo in the paddock😭

fan7 maybe leo is the girls’ dog and she’s a friend of charles visiting him or something idk

imessages !

translation 1: ‘i’ll miss you so much’

translation 2: ‘we can be crazy together, my love’

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charles_leclerc replied to your story

↳ you always do baby

↳ god you’re so cheesy

↳ i hate you

↳ can we go back home i miss leo

↳ charlie babe leo will be fine by himself for 3 hours

↳ i know i know

↳ i just love him so much

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↳ CHARLIE DELETE

↳ THE DOGS ARE OUT😭😭😭

↳ LEO GOT OUT??????????????? WHERE IS HE ??? IS HE SAFE??? DID SOMEONE FIND HIM??:??;??/??

↳ omg baby no leo’s fine i’m sorry for worrying you

↳ why would you joke about that

↳ i think i nearly had a heart attack

↳ you’re more obsessed with leo than me

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f1wagupdates charles and his girlfriend (leo’s mum — we don’t know her name) this saturday. the owner of the first pic said that they were out for dinner with pascale, arthur, lorenzo, and their girlfriends.

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user1 she so beautiful oh my god

user2 where’s leo

user3 girl she doesn’t have to take him everywhere

user4 i think her name is y/n… my cousin in america said that she looks like someone she used to go to school with

user5 i looked through charles’ following and he follows a private account with that name @youruser

user6 ooo that could be her fs

user7 did she really leave leo alone.. she’s a bad owner wtf

user8 leo is a dog he’ll be ok by himself for a few hours omg you just want a reason to hate her go touch grass

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charles_leclerc happy gorgeous amazing month ☺️❤️

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user1 CHARLES who is THAT

user2 Y/N CONTENT ON THE MAIN ‼️‼️‼️

carlossainz55 whipped

user3 omg is she playing his piano

user4 yes with her feet

youruser love love love you

charles_leclerc chérie💓💓

user4 anyone else think they’re moving REALLY quickly…. like i heard they’re living together already

user5 who CAREEESSSSS

user6 it’s none of our business

yourbff you’re all she talks about oh my GOD

charles_leclerc are you jealous

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youruser “too much, too soon” i’m living with him lol

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yourbff remember when we had conversations that weren’t about him

youruser wdym

yourbff i hate him

yourbff you’re OBSESSED with him

yourbff you guys are DISGUSTING

youruser you sound jealous

yourbff i AM. that little french driving man STOLE my best friend

charles_leclerc FRENCH????????

friend1 miss you 🫶🫶

joris__trouche ❤️

friend2 come visit soon we miss youuuu

friend3 you’re so so so gorgeous

charles_leclerc MON AMOURRR

charles_leclerc YOURE SO BEAUTIFUL I WANNA KISS YOUR FACE

yourbff can you get me a ticket to the miami gp so i can see my wife pls

charles_leclerc no you’re gonna try steal her back

yourbff @youruser ur boyfriend is being mean to me

youruser charlie i lost my miami paddock pass can you get me another one pls but like could you put it under the name y/bff/n y/bff/ln please, for no reason☺️

charles_leclerc okay baby💓💓

youruser stop it i love you so so much you’re so adorable😭

leclerc_pascale Leo ❤️

youruser he misses you 🥰

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Stuck With Me : ̗̀➛ Jack Doohan

summary: as jack signs his contract with alpine, you soon realise that actually you’re pretty happy to be stuck with him on the team for a little while longer

pairing: jack x f1academy!reader

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jackdoohan: always fun spending race weekend in the garage and learning, thank you as always alpine for having me, plenty learnt to take with me moving forwards 🏎️💙

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username1: I wish it was you we got to see in that car instead 😭

estebanocon: awesome to see you, good luck for the rest of the season ☺️

username2: buzzing to see you back in the garage again jack!!

liam.lawson: sweet talk them some more and you might just get a seat 😉

jackdoohan: @/liam.lawson saw right through me huh 😂

username3: wishing that alpine saw how talented you really are and signed you up 💔

ynusername: nice to see you, and maybe show you a thing or two too 😂

jackdoohan: @/ynusername I’m always learning from you 😊

username4: alpine are so damn lucky to have you 🥺

username5: not long until you’ll be behind the wheel jack 🤞🏻

pierregasly: thanks for all your help on the car this weekend!

username6: please make sure you’re at the rest of the races this year, you’re my favourite face on the screen

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ynusername: another race, another win!! so proud to have got the win here in zandvoort and get plenty of momentum behind me moving forwards as we look to finish off the season strong 💪🏻🏆

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username7: you were amazing out there today 👏🏻

racerbia: can you save some race wins for the rest of us??? 😘

username8: so proud of you yn, controlled that race from start to finish!!

jackdoohan: who knew you were so talented 🤯

ynusername: @/jackdoohan my parents always believed in me thank you very much 😭

username9: formula 1 academy world title pending…⏳

pierregasly: good job out there, glad I got to watch you race again ☺️

username10: can’t believe I finally got to watch you race today, you were electric ⚡️

dorianepin: congrats yn, I’ll get ya next time 😂

username11: you never fail to make your fans so proud 🥺

olliebearman: that race was awesome, you gotta show me how you handled turn 2 like that for next year!!

ynusername: @/olliebearman gimme a time and date and I’m there 😂

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jackdoohan: a week off means getting plenty of recovery in and getting back of the waves. amazing to spend it with my favourite person too 🫶🏻

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username12: I’m sorry since when were you a taken man???

oscarpiastri: I’m just going to pretend that middle photo doesn’t exist 😭

username13: you can’t just throw something like this at us jack wtf!

arthur_leclerc: I thought I was the only lover in your life 😭

jackdoohan: @/arthur_leclerc you’re my one true love, this is just a fling bby

username14: you mean to say our fictional relationship can’t come true now 😭

liam.lawson: there’s a whole chapter we seem to have missed out here my friend…

jackdoohan: @/liam.lawson I’ll fill you in at the paddock 😘

username15: have I ever told you how much I hate soft launchers!?

danielricciardo: proud of ya kiddo 😉😉

username16: I want to say congrats but inside my heart is breaking 💔

ynusername: that’s some pretty cool waves you’ve got yourself there 🏖️

jackdoohan: @/ynusername waves aren’t the only thing I’m riding this holiday 🙃

username17: not me more focused on how incredible that body looks in a swimsuit 😂

kimi.antonelli: are we just going to pretend that this middle photo doesn’t exist??

username18: as long as you’re happy jack, most of us fan girls are happy for you too 🥺

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jackdoohan: such a proud day for me and my family to share that i have officially signed to drive with the alpine f1 team next year. thank you to my team, family and friends for constantly supporting me through the years 🏎️💙

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olliebearman: can’t wait to enter my rookie era with you 😘

jackdoohan: @/olliebearman wouldn’t have it any other way sweetie 😘

username19: there’s never been anyone more deserving of a contract than you!

pierregasly: can’t wait to drive alongside you next year - it’s gonna be awesome!!

username20: can’t wait to see you out on the grid next year 🤩

oscarpiastri: congratulations future formula 1 driver 🤝

username21: you and pierre are gonna be the dream team i can already tell 🤩

ynusername: congratulations ✨ can’t wait to have you officially as part of the team!

jackdoohan: @/ynusername guess you’re officially stuck with me now 😂

username22: can’t wait to be your biggest fan for all the races next year 🥹

username23: future world champion for sure!!!

danielricciardo: another aussie on the grid 🇦🇺🦘

username24: we’re all so proud of you jack, you’re gonna smash it 💪🏻

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ynusername: end of the season and new adventures on their way. looking forward to the next four weeks with my favourite human being 🥺

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username25: wait since when has this been a thing!? 🤯

racerbia: really out here living your best life ain’t ya? 👑

username26: have i woken up from sort of dream to see this 🤔

jackdoohan: what sorta boyfriend would take you out on a zip line like that? 🤔

ynusername: @/jackdoohan definitely one cooler than you 💆🏻‍♀️

jackdoohan: @/ynusername good job I’ve got my own girlfriend to explore with then 🥺

username27: so glad to see you enjoying your break so good yn 🥺

username28: what is it with drivers and teasing us about their partners 😭

landonorris: since you won the championship you’ve really gone for that aesthetic blog look eh!? 👏🏻

username29: as impressive as that last photo is, my eyes can’t look away from the middle 👀

hausmann.tina: idk what your secrets are but I need to know them asap 😂

username30: favourite human…who is this favourite human you speak of???

pierregasly: please do not break a bone on holiday or alpine will lose their minds 😁

username31: all I want is to know who the lucky guy is…

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ynusername: starting off the season strong with pierre, whenever you fancy showing your face around here @/jackdoohan that would be lovely 😂

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username32: not jack already being thrown under the bus by his fellow drivers 😂

olliebearman: nothing like impressing the bosses on the first day jack 🤦🏻‍♂️

username33: anyone else think jack and yn seem to be suspiciously close to each other 🤔

pierregasly: at least I can rely on you to be on time yn 😂

ynusername: @/pierregasly 🫡🫡🫡

username34: why do I get the feeling pierre and yn are gonna gang up on jack this year 😂

kimi.antonelli: you get used to his poor time keeping I promise you yn ⏳

username35: it really is pick on the rookie season rn!

jackdoohan: some of us wanted to take the time to make sure we look presentable rather than like we just rolled out of bed ☺️

ynusername: @/jackdoohan that’s a harsh thing to say about pierre 😂

username36: I am OBSESSED with the interactions between these two!!!

username37: you know when someone pretends to be mean to distract from something…I wonder 🤔

estebanocon: sure you’re not missing me yet???

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ynusername: i guess i can’t keep him a secret forever 🥺💞

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username38: how did no one actually figure this out 🤦🏻‍♀️

olliebearman: at least I don’t need to ask you how your summer break was anymore…

pierregasly: everyone please pray for me having to work alongside these two 🙏🏻

username39: okay but it’s undeniable that these two look incredible together

jackdoohan: I loved being your little secret, but I love being your boyfriend to the whole world more 💕

username40: I thought they hated each other, turns out they love each other 😂

dorianepin: breathing through the pain of knowing you didn’t tell me about this 💔

ynusername: @/dorianepin I’m sorry just didn’t want to risk anything 🥹

liam.lawson: thank god I don’t don’t have to keep my mouth shut anymore 🤐

username41: they really managed to fool us all…

oscarpiastri: wow you two did not hang around did you 😂

username42: imagine having to be the poor head of pr at alpine right now 😬

danielricciardo: ik I joked that f1 was good for the ladies jack but this isn’t what I expected 😂

jackdoohan: @/danielricciardo what can I say, when you know, you know 💞

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jackdoohan: an f1 contract wasn’t the only prize I managed to bag myself last season ❤️🌊

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username43: not jack coming at us with the cheesiest caption known to man 😂

arthur_leclerc: I don’t even recognise you anymore 😂

ynusername: turns out you signing for alpine was a pretty cool moment for both of us 🥺

username44: damn he really is a man in love!

username45: already obsessed with this duo and what they’re gonna do on the track this year

pierregasly: fyi there’s a clause in your contract that bans pda in the paddock (definitely didn’t just make this up!)

username46: we need a ship name asap 🛳️

landonorris: the real question though is which prize was better? 😉

jackdoohan: @/landonorris you don’t even need to ask 💕💕

username47: how did none of the grid manage to figure this out!?

username48: this is certainly one way to make sure everyone knows your name 😂

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˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[catiuskaa]

missed me, missed me, now you gotta...

SUMMARY: minho wasn’t grumpy, nor he was jealous. but he hasn’t been the same ever since he fell in love with you.

REQUESTED! by a sweet annonie right here. pookie, your idea was lovely to write! lil grumpy minho, im melting… it’s a bit short, but I hope you like it! <3

CW: use of (crack) text messages to convey the plot, starring: han quokka as cupid + reader’s bsf, clingy minho as king of my heart, and ngl, type 1 diabetes fluff ahead. keep insulin shots close just in case! lol

WC: 1.1k

A/N: i love how i’m slowly turning into a minho blog/page lmaoo, only minho: the man, the myth, the legend!

[🪻☆🌫️☆🪻]

The same ringtone buzzed again during rehearsals. Its ding had sounded so many times already that it had started to get repetitive really quickly.

Minho frowned as he looked in the mirror, retouching his rolled sleeves just once more for what he secretly knew it had been more than twenty times. In the span of ten minutes. Maybe even less.

But Minho wasn’t ‘grumpy’.

He so wasn’t.

His day had been normal so far. He had no reason to be grumpy. Not one what-so-ever.

He had woken up in between your arms, and even if he had ‘complained’ about it, he loved being the little spoon. And also, his cats jumped on the bed and, just for once, none of them landed on his face.

There had been just one thing.

…

Well. Technically more than one.

You had rushed outside this morning. You claimed you didn’t have time to have breakfast with him, because you were late for something he didn’t really get. Because of that, you hadn’t come over to the JYP building with him. He had to drive over alone. And you hadn’t pecked him goodbye at the entrance like always.

But he. Wasn’t. Grumpy.

Not. At. All.

> sunggie: girl, did you hide his cats or smth?

< minho’s owner: lol, wdym dude?

> sunggie: he looks like he’s going to kill me.

> sunggie: And he loves me! Wtf??

“Jisung-ah.”

Han shrieked in his place in the sofa, his phone almost falling off his hands. He quickly turned it off, hoping that the grumpy dancer hadn’t seen the old or new messages.

“Who were you texting?” Minho frowned, deeper this time.

“Oh.” Jisung chuckled. “Just checking in on noona.”

“My girlfriend?” The way Minho enunciated the title felt a bit possesive. Jisung eyed at him weirdly for a second. Even he felt weird himself.

Jisung nodded sheepishly, turning his phone back on but quickly opening a random app.

“Yeah. I owed her a call back.” He shrugged, nonchalantly accepting that he had opened Subway Surfers, and started to play.

As the catchy music came from Han’s phone, Minho shook his head.

Not grumpy.

Not at all.

But the thought that you had been texting Han and didn’t text him —instead of him— did funny things in his chest.

Now, keep in mind that Minho would never describe himself as a jealous man.

He trusted you with his cats, of course he trusted you regarding your relationship. But he had barely got a hold of you all day. And Han had. By call and text. Like he was doing now.

Not grumpy.

Sure.

< minho’s owner: you dead yet?

Jisung groaned.

> sunggie: no! you made me lose my score!

> sunggie: and I don’t have any keys! ㅠㅠ

< minho’s owner: sucks to suck, lol

< minho’s owner: but what’s wrong with my future husband? did you do something?

> sunggie: he’s moody since he came in this morning.

> sunggie: you weren’t here tho. smth wrong between ya?

< minho’s owner: no…? just had to run to work early…

And then, something in Jisung’s paboracha brain connected. Probably because of how he had named your contact in his phone.

> sunggie: omg

< minho’s owner: what?

> sunggie: that corny dumbass

> sunggie: he’s so stupid

< minho’s owner: bitch what is it???

> sunggie: he’s moody bc u didn’t come in with him today!

You hesitated. Could that be it?

< minho’s owner: really? u think so?

> sunggie: bitch I know so!

> sunggie: imma go get boba for the boys, get your ass here and come w/ me

Jisung’s brain started to work at cupid’s speed.

< minho’s owner: omw. be there in 5’

“Guys, I’m gonna go get boba. Do any of you want something?”

The rest of the gang blabbered something while some kept going over the steps of the choreography and the others rested on the couch, doozing off or on their phones. Han quickly noted down everyone’s orders, not before being squinted down by Minho. He held back a shiver.

“Clingy prick…” Jisung mumbled, leaving quickly.

He walked out of the JYP building, waiving and half bowing to the staff members and other artists in the building.

< minho’s owner: just parked! ^^

Jisung entered the boba place next to the building, smiling at the cashier as he read down the orders on his note app, and stood aside, waiting for the drinks.

“Hey!” You smiled widely at him, taking off your scarf, merely leaving it hanging on your shoulders. He clapped your hand, playfully slapping your back.

“Working hard?” Jisung snickered, pointing at the bag on your other hand.

You side-eyed at him, giggling softly.

“Took some snacks before heading off.” You shrugged. “We can sneak these in, right?”

Jisung scratched the back of his neck. “We’ll… come up with something.”

You both struggled carrying the drinks, teasing each other and betting who’d make a mess first. But all giggles came to an end when the security guard stared at you.

“Name and business?” He asked in a low huff.

Your body stiffened.

“She’s my sister,” Han chimed back. You were in fact far from being his sister, but that didn’t matter when the guard seemed to nod. “She’s just helping me carry the drinks inside.”

“And the bag? What’s inside?”

You cleared your throat, smiling. “Clothes for him to change once he finishes training.” You lied.

Thank God for his imagination. And for his stupid idea of shoving your scarf and his hoodie into the bag of snacks.

“Ok. You may come in.” The guard smiled politely.

Only after the both of you had gotten into the elevator you allowed yourselves to let out a sight full of relief. You two then smirked, high-fiving.

“Thank you, bro.” You teased in a snicker.

He cackled. “You’re welcome, sis.”

You both laughed and joked until you reached the training room.

“The person you dream of is back!” Han cackled.

“Noona!” Felix grinned happily.

“Yeah, that’s me!” You cackled at Jisung’s faked frown.

You smiled and greeted everyone as you entered, leaving a certain bunny boy for last.

You sat next to him on the couch, and without missing a beat, he took your legs and layed them on his lap.

You took a sip of his drink, and he stared at you, almost with a squint.

“You’ve made me jealous of fucking Han Jisung.” He stated matter-o-factly, making you practically choke on the tapioka pearls.

You coughed. “What?”

“You texted him all evening. And me? Not even a good luck kiss this morning.”

“Aw, are you grumpy, kitten?” You grinned teasingly, speaking only towards him in a soft tone to his ear. You pecked his cheek.

He needed more of those.

Grumpy, huh?

“Yes. Very.” He mumbled, hiding his blushed and pleased grin in the crook of your neck. “Need more kisses.”

“Well, you know how it goes.” You mumbled in a snicker. He hummed at you, waiting for you to explain.

You kissed his forehead softly, his hands stroking your thighs.

“Missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me.”

~Kats, who can write this in one sit, but can’t figure out how chemistry works (yes have exams, why did I choose this for myself, help)

[messylustt]

nsfw amazinggg scenario based on this request. so tasty wtf. finally posted, oml i’m so sorry for the long wait :(

you had one question and too many awkward outcomes. you couldn’t ask the people you’d rather ask. they’d ask more questions, and most likely not tell it to you straight. you needed to know, but nobody got that.

all except miguel.

you wouldn’t dare look at his face as you mumbled the words out. wanting not to say them but also wanting an answer to them. the silence feels like two hands at your neck. you can feel your feet shuffling, unintentionally sliding back. maybe you shouldn’t have asked.

your mind and gaze focuses on a speckle of dust on the floor, as you wait. yeah, you really shouldn’t have asked.

at first miguel’s reaction was shock. you asked what? he thought he had heard wrong. he had to have heard wrong. but you’re still here, feet shuffling, gaze down, but nonetheless still here. you wanted an answer. why from him? he doesn’t know.

“you can ignore my question.” you suddenly say, feet a lot farther back then before. “you can — ”

“no boyfriend to ask?” miguel’s questions is simple, said in that typical unfazed tone. “um…yes, but…i can’t ask him.” you say back, with a tilt to your head, your gaze just below his eyes.

“why not?” he asks, but you don’t answer, again repeating your question. “what’s a bj?” your innocent tone tells miguel how you really don’t realise the implications of asking him something like this. your innocence is telling him to tell you. answer your question.

“do you know that it’s an abbreviation?” he asks, his gaze staring at your face a little more focused. you look to the side, sucking part of your lower lip between your teeth before glancing back. “i’m not dumb”

“mhm.” miguel just hums, glancing up at his shut office door, before looking back to you. “why ask me?”

“because i’d think you’d know.” you reply. “many people here know. your friends would know.” miguel states, crossing his arms. “they’d ask questions”

“i’m asking questions.” miguel answers straight away. “yeah but not the invasive ones.” you reply, now tapping at your fingers.

miguel eyes you, more narrowed, more intently. “you want to know what a ‘bj’ is?” miguel asks, now meeting your gaze, but you’re quick to look away. you nod, glancing to the far wall behind him. one word and a tap of his finger at his desk behind him, makes you shift it back. “c’mere.”

you now slide your feet closer, a little hesitant. miguel watches you, not missing one movement. then his hand is behind your head, his fingers in your hair, as he draws you closer. you should have backed away then, said you changed your mind, but you stay still, staring at him.

miguel, with his hand in your hair guides you down onto the floor, on your knees as he mutters. “kneel down.” you’re slightly confused as you look up at him. miguel grabs your hand and guides it to his hard on, that you just now notice at your eye level. your eyes expand as you realise. “you ever done anything with your boyfriend?” miguel asks, his suit beginning to disappear, as he keeps your head held by his hips.

“i…” you can feel your breathing pattern change, as miguel begins pump his already hard cock in one hand. “i’ll take that as a no.” he says, as pre-cum leaks out from his head, as he tilts his head down at you. “open up.” he utters as you gulp, big eyes staring at his tip. he taps under your chin as he lets go of his cock, urging your mouth to open, as you part your lips.

“a bj…” he begins as he pulls your head closer, tapping his cock on your tongue lightly. “is short for blowjob.” he coats your tongue in his pre-cum as you scrunch your hands into fists at your thighs. “is your boyfriend wanting one?” he asks, just looking at the way the white slips around your mouth before he pulls your head closer, your lips being moved to wrap around his head.

you try to speak around his cock, it twitching in your mouth at the vibrations, making him clench his jaw. “just shake your head or nod.” you nod. and that’s when his grip in your hair begins to slowly drag your lips up and down his cock. “hollow your cheeks” he instructs, as you try to do so, getting used to the feeling of a dick in your mouth.

“i don’t know why you’re not asking him, but i won’t ask any ‘invasive’ questions.” miguel says, his hips begin to slowly meet your mouth. you try to copy his movements. the up and down motion, that your head soon picks up. with his grip still in your hair, he notices the way you try to to take him deeper.

you’re soon choking, gagging around his head, as water pricks at your eyes. miguel could’ve warned you, told you about your gag reflex, but selfishly he wanted to see what you’d look like spluttering over his dick. “careful.” he mutters, not sounding very apologetic, as you glance up at him, his hips beginning to move a fraction faster.

miguel taps at your throat. “loosen up.” he says, as his hands pull your head further down, guiding your movements. you try and loosen your throat, having had to swallow all that extra spit. you meet his gaze, worried. but he just strokes your hair “gagging’s fine, cariño. you’ll get used to it.”

he pulls you completely onto him, your nose brushing his pubic hair. you then repeat those up and down movements, clenching your hands back into fists as you gag. “that’s it...” miguel hums, seemingly pleased. you can feel his cock twitch in your mouth, his tip practically tapping at the back of your throat.

with him stroking your hair, and holding the back of your neck, his abs tighten. he waits till the last second, your head obediently bobbing, before he pulls out, coating your suit-clad chest in white. you’re catching your breath, your cheeks stained in loose tears. miguel still pets your head, pushing the strands of hair out of your eyes, as he glances down at the mess he made, tilting your chin up. “does that…answer your question?”

[zorange13]

—he’s such a loser, wtf? pjs (part 2)

pairing. geek! park jay x afab poc popular! reader

content. acquaintances to lovers, jay is lowkey a loser but not, ft. popular athletes! hyung line, jay’s an asshole like fr, allusions to The Duff by Kody Keplinger (little me loved that book, i’ve read it twice. i still love it idc. don’t talk to me abt the movie tho…sigh), photographer geek! jay, journalism major! psych minor! reader, arson jokes, playfully questioning friend’s sexuality, making out

word count: 30,974 (5,383 in this part) part 1 here! ao3 ver.

synopsis: jay’s been hiding behind his cool, distant demeanor, never letting anyone get too close. when he crosses paths with you, a popular cheerleader, your unlikely connection sparks a series of misunderstandings, awkward encounters, and him trying—and failing—to navigate feelings he’s not used to confronting. with a secret mission to keep his distance while helping her, jay finds himself caught between his own stubbornness and the surprising depth of his feelings.

after well into writing this i realized that a lot of jay’s behaviors display signs of autism spectrum disorder. this was not intentional but if this does offend or put anyone off in any way PLEASE let me know!! (symptoms/signs such as: must follow certain routines, seeming blunt or rude without intention, taking things literally—as in—does not understand figures of speech or sarcasm, prefers to be alone, hyperfixations,) again, not intentional but i didn’t want to put this out without making it clear that i’m not ignorant to what i’m producing. i literally didn’t put this together until my close friend (who is autistic) told me that these were signs. she said this did not offend her, but obviously she doesn't speak for all! this isn't to offend anyone, if this does then please tell me. my dm's are always open for any reason!

The next few days had been pretty lonely. The group chat you shared with the boys had been active but you never responded or interacted. But in the event that one of them needed to speak with you, you definitely replied. It wasn’t like they did anything to you. 

Jay hadn’t stopped trying to get a hold of you, calling you a few times a day. Texting you. But he gave you space at the end of the day and that was really all you wanted. 

Your mom had told you to check the mail as she had just sent a care package for you. With glee, you went right to the university post office and checked your godforsaken P.O. box. As you opened it, you saw two slips. Which made you furrow your brows in confusion but maybe mom just couldn’t fit everything into one box.

You mindlessly got your boxes and headed to your dorm. As you kicked off your shoes and placed the boxes on your desk, you grabbed a pair of scissors to open the boxes.

Your heart warmed as you saw your mom’s mail: soap, framed pictures from home wrapped in bubble wrap, perfumes, shirts that you mentioned you forgot at home and some new ones, then finally a brand new journal with floral prints on it. 

You grabbed the pictures with a smile and set them on your desk with a smile. Missing your troublemaking siblings a lot more than you’d like to admit. You made a mental note to give them a call later.

But then your attention turned to what could’ve been more to the other box. You opened it with glee, only for that to be replaced with sadness and frustration.

As you pulled the second object from the box, your fingers tightened around it, but the excitement quickly turned to confusion and a simmering frustration. It wasn’t a journal, though it looked like something you might have appreciated if it were from anyone else.

It was a sleek, well-made leather portfolio with a silver clasp, the kind you’d expect a professional to carry. You turned it over in your hands, a sinking feeling in your chest. There was a small embossed emblem on the back—a symbol you didn’t recognize immediately.

Your stomach dropped as you read the letter that was tucked neatly inside, almost as if it were designed to hide the truth you didn't want to face.

The letter was from Jay, written in his familiar handwriting.

“Hey, I know this isn’t something you’d ever ask for, and I don’t expect anything from you. But I wanted to give you something that might be helpful. I used my dad’s connections, and I pulled a few strings. It’s an internship offer at Hybe Publishing, a place that handles journalism and creative writing, stuff I know you’ve mentioned wanting to do. They were looking for someone with your profile, and I thought you might be interested. It’s paid, out-of-state so they’re willing to give you housing, and there’s food allowance.”

“I hope you find it useful. It’s not just a favor. I know you’re capable of amazing things, and I just want to help you get there.”

“I also know I’ve made some mistakes, but I’m here, and I’m trying to do better. No matter what happens, I want you to succeed. Don’t let me—or anyone—hold you back.”

“Take care,

 Jongseong.”

You could feel your heart in your throat as you read the letter again. It was a mix of sincerity, guilt, and distance all at once. You’d been trying to move on, to escape the emotional baggage tied to him, but this—this felt like another string pulling you right back into his orbit. You didn’t want to care. You didn’t want to be grateful for this internship offer, not from him. Not after everything. But a part of you was undeniably touched by his effort. You sighed and closed your eyes, trying to ignore the wave of conflicting feelings that hit you.

The internship could be a great opportunity, but the circumstances surrounding it made it feel...tainted.

You placed the portfolio on your desk, feeling the weight of it, both physically and emotionally. You had a choice now—take the opportunity and maybe let Jay back in, or turn it down, and risk cutting ties with a potential future you could’ve had.

Your heart was heavy, but there was only one thing to do.

—

Jay was in his study, tip tapping away at his laptop. Trying to fill the void of his seemingly never-ending guilt by doing his history essay. But his mind kept drifting to you. The look on your face when you stopped you, the look of disgust when he spoke to you, the fire in your eyes when you finally pulled yourself together. Building up a wall that he’s never seen, but only one that someone would do when they’ve been hurt.

He also hadn’t spoken to the guys that much either since what happened the other night. The narcissistic, petty part of him feeling like they were to blame for the demise of what was blossoming between you two.

If only they hadn’t even brought it up, then I wouldn’t have said that. Then I’d probably be the reason she went to sleep happy that night.

He just needed someone to blame. 

This was the longest he’s gone without speaking to them within the two decades that they’ve been friends. But this was Jay’s problem; his pride, all of his life, has been the epicenter of all of his problems. 

He hated crying because he didn’t want to give anyone the satisfaction of knowing they upset him.

When his mom told him to wash the dishes as he was enroute to washing them, he turned right back around because now I’m not doing them just because you told me to.

He hated admitting he was wrong when it really mattered, because he hated looking stupid. 

And now, it was happening all over again—this time with you.

It was his pride that kept him from even admitting he was doing things for you—he didn’t want you to see his affectionate side. He didn’t want to look weak, like he cared.

He was too prideful to apologize to you for the first infraction and that only worsened and festered into a worse situation.

So as he stood up to stretch, groaning as his limbs stretched. His butt ached after sitting in the same chair for two hours. 

Mid-stretch he heard his doorbell ring, which caught him off guard. He hadn’t been expecting any guests but he still went down to open the door.

He skipped down the skips, jumping down when he reached the last two. Then opened the door without looking through the peephole. 

 And there you were.

Standing on his doorstep, clutching something tightly to your chest—the box he mailed to you. Your eyes met his, and for a second, neither of you said anything. Jay’s heart jumped into his throat. He half-expected you to be wearing the same anger you wore the last time he saw you, but you didn’t. You just looked…tired. Tired and hurt.

Two emotions he knew too well.

You held out the box toward him, your arms stiff, like the whole idea of being here repulsed you. “I didn’t ask for this,” you said flatly. Your voice was calm, but Jay could hear the crack underneath it—the exhaustion. The sadness. He swallowed thickly, words jamming up in his throat. You shoved the box lightly into his chest, forcing him to grab it.  

“I don’t need a handout to make myself feel better, Jay. I needed respect. And you made it real clear how little you thought of me.” 

You didn’t even wait for him to respond—you turned around, your hair whipping over your shoulder as you walked back down his driveway, head held high. Jay stood frozen in the doorway, still holding the box, feeling every inch of shame burn under his skin.

For once in his life, he didn’t care if he looked stupid.

“Wait,” he called out hoarsely. You stopped walking and turned around to look at him with a sigh. Jay stepped down from the porch, clutching the box against his hip. “I don’t think little of you,” He put the box down on a small table next to him. “I think the world of you, actually.” He edged closer to you, the heat from his chest radiating onto your skin. 

“I respect you, a lot more than you think.” He reached up slowly, carefully. Now the heat from his hand resting on the top of your head, then running it slowly down your curls. He gently pulled at the end of a strand, letting it spring back into place. “I just want you to give me a chance to show you just how much.”

You stared at him, blinking slowly, your heart warring with your mind. Every instinct told you to push him away—to protect yourself, to keep that wall firmly in place. But Jay’s hand in your hair was so careful. So gentle. Like he was afraid you’d shatter if he touched you wrong.

And for once, his voice wasn’t clipped or cold. It was low, raw, almost pleading.

“I don’t know if I can trust you again,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I know,” he said immediately. “I wouldn’t trust me either.” His thumb brushed over the curve of your cheekbone, tentative. “But I’m gonna earn it. Even if you never speak to me again after tonight—I’m still gonna try. You deserve that. You deserve better than what I gave you. I just need one thing from you.”

You looked up at him, really looked at him—the mess of his hair, the dark circles under his eyes, the way his mouth was set like he was trying to keep it together. Jay, who usually acted like the world needed to catch up to him, was standing there...waiting. For you.

You tilted your head to the side, waiting for him to give you a proposition.

“Just…come inside,” he whispered that last part. A look of desperation in his eyes, pleading. “Please, just come inside. I’ll cook for you, we can watch all the stupid Disney movies you like, a-and you can ask me questions. A million questions and I’ll answer every last one. And I can make you laugh,” He locks your gaze as he rests his hands on your cheeks. “And if you hate me after everything, then I promise on everything I love, I will leave you alone.”

His hands were warm against your cheeks, cradling you like you were something fragile—something precious. His thumbs brushed along your skin, grounding you.

You swallowed thickly, it was so easy to say no—to turn around and walk away. But he was almost hypnotic. His musky, yet sweet cologne. The way he touched and held you like you were fragile and easily broken—which at this moment, you were. The way he spoke to you, like he needed you.

Even with that, it was so dangerous—so easy to say yes. 

And you did. “Fine,” you sigh shakily, “One night,”

Jay let out a breath of a laugh, like you’d just given him oxygen after he’d been drowning. “One night,” he repeated, like a prayer.

He pulled back just enough to scoop the box off the table and then he reached for your hand—tentative, giving you space to pull away if you wanted. You didn’t. Your fingers curled into his automatically, and he closed his eyes for a moment, as if savoring it.

He led you inside—into the warmth of his house, into something uncertain but maybe, just maybe, something still worth saving.

—

The sound of the oven door closing echoed softly through the house as Jay carefully set the temperature and then washed his hands at the sink. His mind was a whirl of thoughts—half of them still about you, but the other half wondering if the food would actually turn out decent.

He wiped his hands on a towel, trying to calm his racing heart. When he turned around, he saw you sitting on the couch, your posture stiff but your eyes tracing the room. He couldn’t blame you for being distant. He wasn’t exactly the picture of trustworthiness.

As he stepped into the living room, he caught the way you looked at the space—familiar, like you were trying to gauge how much of it was still his. So much had changed between the two of you, and it seemed like it was more than just the argument.

You didn’t say anything when he sat down beside you, but Jay could feel the tension in the air. He didn’t push, just letting the silence fill the room.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, he spoke softly. “Feel like talking?”

You gave a slight shrug, the barest hint of a frown tugging at your lips, but you didn’t pull away when he subtly edged closer, facing you. His heart skipped a beat, just for a second.

“I’ll do the talking then.” He chuckled, a little nervous but trying to keep things light. “So, um, I can’t cook for shit. Like, it’s honestly embarrassing. But if you want to help me out in the kitchen after this, I’ll…I’ll consider it an investment in our future.”

You suppressed a smile, looking down at the cushion. “Our future…” You smiled, feeling a bit of fluttering in your chest. “I seriously doubt you can’t cook though. It smells good.”

He leaned his elbow against the back of the couch, smiling a bit as he looked into your eyes. The warm lighting only made your golden skin gleam. “I just follow cookbooks, but I was a bit nervous cooking just now so I’m afraid I might’ve messed up. But if all else fails, pizza?”

You smile, “I actually don’t like pizza.” 

His jaw dropped, but in interest. “Really?”

You shook your head shyly, with pursed lips. “Mm-mm, I’ve had it too much. I just feel like all of the pizzas I’ve had just blend together after a while and they all taste the same.”

He laughs, adjusting his glasses, “I just think that’s…sacrilegious. I mean, I can’t imagine a world without pizza.”

You laughed softly, feeling the tension between you both starting to ease just a little. It was a tiny moment, but it was enough to remind you that the Jay you once knew was still somewhere beneath the mess of misunderstandings and pride.

“If you know great places then I’m down for conversion. I will say I’m not easy to please, though.” You shrug.

“Are you a picky eater?” He scooted closer to you, his knee bumping your hip.

You shook your head, “Nah, but I’m just very choosy with the food I eat.”

Jay’s eyes flitted to the side before looking back at you, “So you’re a picky eater?”

“...Basically.”

Jay laughed under his breath, the sound low and boyish, and it made your heart do a little skip before you could stop it.

“You could’ve just said that,” he teased, nudging your leg lightly with his knee again.

You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile. “I don’t like the word ‘picky.’ It sounds... bratty.”

He tilted his head thoughtfully, giving you that familiar, lopsided smile. “Nah. I think it just means you know what you want.” His voice was softer now, more serious. “Nothing wrong with that.”

The two of you fell into a brief silence, comfortable this time. Jay’s hand brushed yours as he reached for the glass of water on the coffee table, and you didn’t pull away. It felt like something had shifted between you, even if only a little. He could feel the warmth of your proximity, and though your trust was still fragile, you weren’t pulling away entirely.

“I have a feeling you’re not just here for food, though,” he said after a beat, his voice softer now. “Do you wanna talk?”

You met his gaze again, this time your eyes a little softer. There was something about the way he looked at you now—like he really was ready to listen. That slight openness, the unspoken understanding hanging in the air.

You nodded slowly, setting your hands in your lap. “Yeah, I guess…there’s a lot on my mind.” You hesitated for a moment, then added, “I don’t know where to start, though.”

Jay leaned forward slightly, his posture open and encouraging. “Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”

The sincerity in his voice made you take a breath. You still weren’t sure what you wanted to say, but it felt...different. The way he was treating this moment. The way he was treating you. Maybe it was worth it, after all. Maybe.

The oven beeped from the kitchen, and Jay quickly jumped up, eager to distract himself from the heavy silence. “Aha, saved by the bell,” he muttered under his breath, trying to make light of the moment. He motioned for you to stay where you were. “I’ll grab the food, then we can talk.”

—

Jay is usually very particular and prefers to eat at the table, but tonight he set the plates right there on the coffee table, like he didn’t want to be too far from you. It felt almost domestic—your plates side by side, your knees brushing under the low table as you shifted to sit cross-legged. Jay set down a bowl of pasta and some garlic bread, both a little clumsy looking, but still warm and comforting.

He sat down beside you again, closer this time, the couch dipping slightly under his weight.

“I figured it’d be easier to eat here,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “You know...so you don’t run away from me again.” His smile was a little self-deprecating, but there was real hope behind it too.

You picked up your fork, glancing at him with a small smile. “You’re not that easy to get rid of.”

Jay chuckled under his breath. “Not when it comes to you.”

There was that beat of silence again—this time heavier, sweeter, filled with things neither of you dared say just yet. And even though the food was right in front of you, warm and waiting, neither of you moved to take the first bite.

Jay picked up his fork first, twirling it around the pasta halfheartedly before sneaking a glance at you. “You know,” he said casually, “you don’t have to be nice about it. If it sucks, you can just tell me.”

You laughed under your breath, finally taking a bite. To your surprise, it wasn’t bad at all—simple, but good.

“I’m serious. I’m a big boy. I can handle the truth,” he teased.

You swallowed and tilted your head, pretending to think. “Hmm…edible. Not life-changing, but edible.”

He clutched his chest dramatically. “Edible? That’s it? You wound me.”

You laughed again, real this time, and Jay’s shoulders relaxed. It was small, but he could tell—you were starting to trust him again, if only a little.

After a few more bites, the playful atmosphere dimmed into something quieter again, like both of you knew there was more to say. You set your fork down, wiping your hands on a napkin.

“I just…” you started, tracing a small pattern on your napkin with your finger. “I guess I didn’t realize how much it would hurt. Hearing you say those things about me. Like I was just…something to joke about.”

Jay put his fork down too, his brows furrowing as he leaned in closer.

“I was stupid,” he said quietly. “I didn’t mean any of it. I was trying to—I don’t even know. Look cool? Save face?” He shook his head, disgusted with himself. “It was the dumbest thing I could’ve done. Especially when you…you meant more to me than any of them.”

Your heart ached a little at the admission, but you kept your expression guarded. “But those are your best friends. But still, why not just say that?”

Jay looked down at his hands, flexing them nervously. “Because I’m an idiot who didn’t think he deserved you,” he admitted. “And somewhere deep down, I figured if I pushed you away first, it wouldn’t hurt so bad when you realized it too.” He sighed, “And yeah they’ve been my friends for a very long time but…I’ve never really felt like this before.”

You swallowed hard, your fingers tightening slightly around your napkin.

There it was. The truth, raw and real.

And somehow, hearing it didn’t make the pain worse—it made it a little easier to breathe.

You nudged your knee against his, just barely. “What does that mean?” you muttered, but your voice was soft, teasing.

He looked up introspectively, “I’ve never really liked anyone before. At least not since I was pretty young so that doesn’t count. But it’s just…all of my friends—I love them. They’ve been there for me in spite of my stubborn ways and I don’t know who I’d be without them, truly. They humble me, support me, and everything else. But in case you haven’t noticed…they have their fun.” He looked at you with a bit of a smile. 

You nod with a laugh, “They do, for sure. Love them though!” You hold out your hands in defense.

Jay nods, “Yeah, of course. But I think because I’m obviously with them all the time and some people assume that I’m like them in that way. And really, a part of me has always wanted something more. I don’t just want to fuck people and that be my life. I know I can have that, but I’d rather not have that with just anybody.”

You blinked, caught a little off guard by how candid he was being. Jay was usually careful with his words—measured, sarcastic when he was nervous—but here he was, laying it all out there, raw and unfiltered.

Your voice softened without you meaning it to. “You want something real.”

Jay nodded, the movement slow, almost hesitant. His knee brushed yours again, and this time it stayed there, the small point of contact grounding you both.

“Yeah,” he said, voice rough. “I want someone who knows me. Someone I don’t have to perform for. Someone who actually sees me...and doesn’t run.”

You stayed quiet for a moment, letting the weight of his words settle between you. Your heart tugged painfully in your chest because you understood more than you cared to admit.

Jay leaned forward a little more, his hands loosely clasped in front of him. “I was scared you were gonna realize how much of a mess I am,” he said, almost in a whisper. “So I tried to ruin it first. Before you could.”

There was a lump forming in your throat now, but you pushed through it, blinking rapidly.

“You didn’t have to be perfect, Jay,” you said quietly. “You just had to be honest.”

He exhaled a shaky breath, nodding, his glasses slipping a little down his nose. His hair was a mess, his shoulders were tense, but he looked at you like you were the only person in the world.

“I’m trying now,” he said simply. “Even if it’s too late.”

You fiddled with your napkin for another beat, heart pounding in your ears, before you finally whispered, “It’s not too late.”

His head snapped up at that, eyes wide, and you watched the tiniest crack of hope break across his face.

He looked almost boyish like that—caught somewhere between disbelief and wonder.

You shifted a little closer on the couch without thinking, your knees brushing again, your hand still twisted in the napkin. Jay didn’t move, didn’t even breathe for a second, like he was afraid the moment would shatter if he so much as blinked.

Slowly, carefully, he reached out and placed his hand over yours, covering the napkin too, his palm warm and slightly trembling.

“You mean it?” he asked, voice low and earnest.

You nodded, a small, shaky smile playing at your lips. “I mean it.”

For a moment, neither of you said anything. The distance between you grew smaller, like the pull of gravity itself was stitching the space closed. His thumb brushed against your knuckles, featherlight, as if memorizing the feeling.

And when you tilted your head just slightly—an almost imperceptible invitation—Jay leaned in too, slow and tentative, like he was giving you every chance to pull away.

You didn’t.

Your forehead brushed his first, a soft, clumsy touch that made you both let out breathy laughs. And then, gently, his nose bumped yours, and the world fell into a suspended hush.

His lips brushed yours—barely, barely there—more a question than a kiss.

And when you didn’t pull back, when you leaned in just a little more, the kiss deepened by the barest fraction. Sweet. Careful. Like he was afraid to break you.

Like he was afraid to break this.

He was a little weary of crossing any further boundaries with you. Jay just wanted to be close to you and this was the first time he had felt butterflies in a very long time. So, he just wanted to be careful with you. 

Jay rested his hand on the nape of your neck, gently guiding your lips closer to his—only deepening it. The warm ambience and distant songs from High School Musical 2 only made this funny and sort of endearing. Hearing “Everyday” while he was doing his best to show you what he could mean to you had made him smile into the kiss.

You, on the other hand, were a little cautious as well. But you yearned to cross boundaries, and a part of you knew that he’d let you. You leaned up on your knees to shift onto his lap without breaking the kiss. To which he instantly complied, hands hovering over your figure as you settled onto his lap. You grabbed them and placed them on your hips as your lips danced across each other’s. 

But as much as he loved this feeling, he hated the fact that his glasses kept bumping your face. He quickly moved back, looking you in the eye as he took his glasses off and tossed them to the other side of the couch. Then kissed you with fervor, his hands finally pulling you closer, fingertips skimming the fabric of your shirt, feeling the heat radiating between you both. The kiss was no longer just tentative—it was hungry, urgent, but still delicate, like you both needed this as much as you needed air. Jay’s hands slid from your waist to your back, pulling you even closer, as if afraid the moment might slip away if he didn’t anchor you to him.

You responded, lips parting slightly as your hands roamed up to his neck, fingers tangling in his hair, tugging him deeper into the kiss. There was a quiet desperation in the way you kissed him, as if you'd been waiting for this moment forever, yet had never truly realized it until now.

The sound of the movie, still playing in the background, felt miles away. The air between you was thick with everything you hadn’t said yet, with all the things you hadn’t dared to feel. But at that moment, none of that mattered. It was just you and Jay. And this.

He slowly lowered you down onto the couch, the tension in your back simmering as your back hit the plush material. He hovered over you, careful not to crush you with his weight. His affection left your lips and traveled to your cheek, then your jaw, then finally fell to your neck. Swirling his tongue along the sensitive area and sucking gently. This eliciting a gasp from you, your hands caught in his hair. 

The heat between you both only intensified as his lips moved over your skin, each kiss sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You could feel his breath hot against your neck, the weight of his body hovering over you, but still, he was cautious—attentive to every little movement you made. His hands, though still uncertain, were exploring more boldly now, tracing the outline of your body as if memorizing every inch of you.

You arched your back slightly, pressing yourself closer to him, eager to feel more of him, to close that last inch of space that still remained between you. His lips left your neck and found yours again, this time with a fervor that matched the rhythm of your heart. He was all warmth, all hands, and you were lost in the sensation of him.

His hands slid under the fabric of your shirt, fingertips skimming the softness of your skin, and you gasped at the feeling. The sensations were overwhelming in the best way, and you couldn't help but want more, just a little more. The urgency, the heat, the way he kissed you like he'd been starving for it—it was intoxicating.

He pulled back slightly, eyes dark with desire, breath shaky. “I think we should stop.”

His forehead rested on yours as you smiled, stroking his cheek with your fingers. “I think so, too.”

His eyes softened at your touch, and for a moment, everything around you seemed to pause. The room, the air, the buzzing of the movie still playing in the background—it all faded away as you both shared that quiet, intimate moment. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, still so close, his hands resting on the curve of your waist, but not pulling you any further.

He nodded urgently, pulling you up with him. “Yeah, yeah of course.” You both sat up with smiles, but he playfully yanked you close to him by the leg. Resting it by the outside of his hip, locking him between the couch and you. “Do you still hate me?”

You let out a small laugh, the tension between you two melting into something much lighter. His playful tug had pulled you into his space, your leg draped over his, and for the first time in a while, everything felt easy. You met his gaze, eyes softening as you considered his question. “Hate you?” You shook your head, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “I don’t hate you.”

Jay raised an eyebrow, a smirk creeping onto his face. “Oh really?” He leaned in, his voice dropping into a playful whisper. “Then what would you call all those times you wanted to strangle me?”

You snorted, swatting at his arm as you shifted slightly, feeling his warmth next to you. “Definitely not hate. More like... intense dislike.” You grinned, enjoying the lighthearted banter that felt so familiar, so right.

His laughter filled the space between you, the sound genuine and unguarded. “I’ll take that. I deserve it, though,” he said with a shrug, his fingers brushing against your skin lightly as he adjusted his position. “But I’m glad. Glad you don’t hate me.”

You smiled softly, a small, almost shy laugh escaping you. “Yeah...glad, too.” Your fingers traced a pattern across his chest, the easy rhythm of the moment making your heart settle. “But I’m still mad at you, just so you know.”

Jay’s eyes widened in mock horror. “What? I can’t be perfect?”

You snorted again. “No one’s perfect.”

“True.” He nodded sagely, then nudged you playfully. “So, can I redeem myself?”

You met his gaze again, eyes locking for a brief moment. The playful energy between you both was undeniable, but beneath it, there was something deeper that had shifted. You nodded, letting out a quiet sigh. “You’ve already started.”

Jay’s smile softened, his fingers brushing your cheek in a tender, almost reverent way. “Good. I’m not going anywhere. Not if you’ll have me.”

For a beat, you both just looked at each other, the playful teasing giving way to something a little more real, a little more fragile, but also more promising than either of you had expected. And maybe that was enough for now. The rest, the future—everything else could come in time.

And for tonight, you were okay with that.

You got a 94 on that project.

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pov: you’re jensen ackles’ controversially younger gf ! pt. 3

jensenackles 6min

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youruser officially too old for dicaprio 😶

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yourbestiesuser shits been way too freaky 🫦

youruser my heads’ still spinning 😵‍💫

ange1bites THE CAPTION IS TOO ICONIC

ellasbows the way I just realized.. 😭

fory/n HOLD UP- IS THAT MADELYN CLINE??

obxpiczz yup they’ve been friends for like 2 years now

jacklesfan1 his hand placement?? hello??

cvntyblogz I think my invite got lost in the mail 😔

madelyncline bday girl swag 🫡🫡

youruser u know the drill mads

clinestar literally all my faves in one room wtf

fordestiel still can’t believe we’re the same age 😭😭

tatemcrae happy bday it girl ❤️‍🔥

youruser coming from the it girly herself 🫂 ty love, imy!

popgirlyblog tate 🤝🏼 y/n

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jensenackles Happy birthday to my girl, my partner in crime and the best pool player I know. Beyond blessed that I get to spend this one life with you. I love you ❤️ @/youruser

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jacklesfan1 stop.. his little paragraph 🥹🥹

forjackles she is so so lucky

youruser damn right I am 👀

destiellcver her concentrated face is killing me lmao

youruser at a loss for words. You made this day so special. I love you hubs ❤️

girlwithablog you can just tell how much he loves her

jaredpadalecki today we celebrate the amazing y/n. to many more “I’m gonna have a bf” moments with you 🫂 @/youruser

gibson-g1rl wait- did jared just quote ‘white chicks’ 😭😭

youruser duh 🙄 its our fav movie! and i love u @/jaredpadalecki

vampdecn what’s bf? boyfriend?

youruser BITCH FIT

jaredpadalecki bitch fit

ellawinchester did she finally turn 18 or what??

jensenandy/nfan bruh, she is literally a grown ass 26 year old woman, get ur shit together

casmybeloved my favorite couple

girlblogzz hbd y/n ⭐️

youruser thank u !!

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youruser if I left u on read, here’s why 🌺

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y/nlcver bodTEA !!

elliescam my jaw literally dropped at the 7th picture

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yourbestiesuser glad you’re having fun <3 now come back to texas mama, the kids miss u 😩

youruser just say u miss me so bad 👀

girlwithablog god, i wish i was y/n

fionabae does she even work?

mygirly/n she was literally paul wesleys manager for a few years and is now working as production assistant for mgm studios !!

ortegafan02 omg this is how i find out? 😭

fionabae cmon she only got that job bc of jensen

popgirlies her life is like a pinterest board

casmybeloved they are adorbs 🥹

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jensenackles bon voyage or something like that 😎

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jacklesfan1 finest man ever ong

y/n_defender seeing y/n through his eyes is so cute!!

winchesterstan try not to say daddy (impossible)

h3llgirl1 ik his girl just hates these comments 😭😭

beausling nah she’s hella secure and too busy for this bs

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urfavwinchester maybe he finally got tired of her

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2jstan can’t believe she is having that man every day

acklesbaby geeeeez jensen 😩

as requested, another part of the jensen sm au 🎀 pt. 1 pt.2

i think I’ll never stop making these, it’s so fun!

feedback and requests are greatly appreciated!

tags 🏷️ @gibson-g1rl @beausling @angelicjackles @lailawinchesterr @nuemanfilms @alluvthegurlz @drewsarms @starkeysprincess @hischrrypie @sammyluvr

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°˖ ⊹ ꒰ LN4 ꒱ JUST MY LUCK ─ LANDO NORRIS

LANDO NORRIS x f!reader

⌗︙・ summary — in which lando starts flirting with a (not-so-)random girl on the internet.

genre — social media au, fc hannah kae

notes — kinda disappointing finish to yesterday's gp :( but to make up for that here's something simple & cute !!! churned this one out in one day bc by god i love that little frog man with my whole heart. tbh this is just a shameless self insert ..... also rewrote history a tad bit by making lando finish on the podium at monaco because why not LOL hope u enjoyyyy xx

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lando.jpg  Monaco, I’m ready for ya.

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bambiyn  and i’m ready for u !!!!!!!

bambiyn  talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular…

bambiyn  why am i sweating rn

bambiyn  goddamn

bambiyn  my fav driver everyone !!!!!!

bambiyn  my dms (and legs) r open btw 😁😁

       Liked by lando.jpg yourbestfriend  Y/N OH MY GOD…. THERE ARE CHILDREN ON THIS APP… bambiyn  …ok… and? user  yo wtf lando liked????

danielricciardo  Lando I love you but not as much as that girl in the comments

bambiyn  ok i feel called out danielricciardo  Oh, hey there! bambiyn HIIII!!!!!

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user  marry me

user  didn’t know angels existed until i saw you 😩

user  mother is in monaco!!!!

yourbestfriend  “kinda cool” … says the girl who freaked out literally every 5 steps we took because “oh my god look at that car”

bambiyn  the cars here are sick okay idk what u want from me !

landonorris  only kinda?

bambiyn  maybe if u finish on the podium on sunday… then it’d be cooler user  LMFAOOOOO y/n never misses

landonorris  But welcome to Monaco 🙃

bambiyn  thank uuuuu!!! user  girlie hit him with the five u’s GET UP Y/N

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f1wagupdates  Submitted by Anon ❤️ Looks like things are heating up in Monaco for Lando Norris! He was spotted last night on a dinner date with a mystery woman. A source close to the McLaren driver tells us that he is “very very content” in his new relationship, and is “excited to take on this weekend with her by his side”. As for who Lando’s secret lover is, we have it on good authority that, though she is a public figure, she is nowhere near her beau’s status of fame. Follow for more updates on all things wag-related 🏎

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user  someone check up on bambiyn… ik shes heartbroken rn

bambiyn  my world is literally collapsing as i type this

bambiyn  damn 💔

bambiyn  so that’s how it be then 😭😭

yourbestfriend  heartbreak. betrayal.

bambiyn  like damn i really thought i was the one 😔 user  LMFAOOO girl ur hilarious

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POST-RACE INTERVIEW WITH LANDO NORRIS | MONACO GRAND PRIX 2023

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bambiyn  thanks people magazine for finally letting me post my man. happy 5 months to my prince charming!! ♡ ૮꒰•༝  •。꒱ა xx

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landonorris  Best 5 months of my life

landonorris  You make my heart hurt silly

landonorris  my forever girl

danielricciardo  You’re too good for him Y/N!!!

bambiyn  ikr… user  get off your high horse smh youre nothing special he’ll dump u in a week landonorris  Yk I can read your comments right? Don’t be a fucking prick in my girl’s comment section. user  “my girl’s comment section” im gonna go feral

user  hey god it’s me again…

georgerussell63   Great meeting you Y/N! You two make a great couple 👍

landonorris  Mate what is with you and typing like youre 50 years old

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landonorris   5 marvellous months with the missus ❤️ To my sweetheart, I love you dummy. I love you and your weird little keyboard face things. i love the little hop you do whenever you see something you like. The way you always smell like cotton candy and clouds and vanilla and cookies. How you laugh at all my jokes even when theyre kinda shit. The fact you still don’t know how to drive stick shift (drives me crazy but anyways). Thank you for being mine baby, here’s to a million more 5 months with you 🥂

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danielricciardo   aww thanks babe

landonorris  💀💀 danielricciardo  But on a serious note, I’m so happy for you guys. You got a good thing going bro 👊 landonorris  Sure do mate

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user  we still don’t know what that crazy night was abt lol

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excuse me, um, i love you {8}

ian smith x influencer! reader

authors note: korie posting back to back!? i know this is cray cray divas. i literally worked on this in the car otw to and from the dentist so like fuck it why not post it. im milking that restaurant scene so bad divas im so sorry lmfao but please if you have any ideas lmk!!! liking and reblogging helps a ton!

warnings: cursing, very descriptive kiss ig?

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The tension is unbearable, thick like the air before a storm. Ian sits there, perfectly composed, like he has all the time in the world. Like he knows exactly what’s going to happen next and is just waiting for you to catch up.

It pisses you off.

You grab your drink, taking a slow sip just to give yourself something to do. “You’re really not gonna say anything else?”

Ian shrugs. “Not if you already know the answers.”

Your fingers tighten around the glass. “You’re so fucking annoying.”

Ian smirks like he takes that as a compliment.

You exhale sharply, pushing away from the table. “You know what? Fuck it.” You slide out of the booth, grabbing your bag as you stand. “I don’t even know why I came.” Ian watches you, his expression unreadable. But he doesn’t stop you.

That only pisses you off more.

You turn on your heel and storm toward the exit, ignoring the way your chest feels tight, the way your skin burns under his gaze. You shouldn’t have come. You shouldn’t have let him drag you across the country just to sit there and act like he didn’t give a fuck.

The cold air hits you the second you step outside, sharp against your skin. You don’t stop walking. Not until you hear footsteps behind you.

Ian.

You roll your eyes, picking up your pace. “Please leave me alone.”

He doesn’t. “Where the fuck are you even going?”

authors interjection: that line was killing me as i was writing omfg 😭 ok proceed lmfaoo

You keep walking. “I don't know, but i really dont wanna be here ”

A beat of silence, then....“You’re being dramatic.”

That makes you stop. You spin around, heart pounding. “I’m being dramatic?”

“Yeah. You are.”

You let out a bitter laugh. “Right. Because me being mad that you flew me out here just to sit in silence is so unreasonable.”

Ian exhales through his nose, stepping closer. “You’re mad because I didn’t chase you the second you walked away.”

Your pulse kicks up, but you keep your expression hard. “I shouldn’t have had to walk away in the first place.”

He tilts his head slightly. “You done?”

You glare at him, your breath unsteady. “Bitch? No!”

also laughed really hard while writing this.

Ian just watches you, waiting.

You exhale sharply, shifting your weight. “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to act like you don’t care after everything.”

His jaw tightens just slightly. “What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know, Ian,” you snap. “Maybe start with why the fuck I’m here?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Just studies you, like he’s debating how much to give you.

Then, finally—

“I missed you.”

The words hit harder than you expect. Your stomach twists, your arms wrapping around yourself like you can physically keep them out. “You have a funny way of showing it.”

Ian exhales, stepping closer. “I didn’t know how else to get you here.”

You blink. “What?”

He runs a hand through his hair, looking off to the side for a moment before meeting your gaze again. “I posted that picture on purpose.”

Your breath catches.

Ian tilts his head. “You wouldn’t have come if I just asked.”

You shake your head, trying to make sense of it. “So you. what? Tried to piss me off?”

His lips twitch, like he’s amused but knows better than to show it. “Worked, didn't it?”

i honestly wouldve crashed out wtf do you mean!?

Your jaw tightens as you glare at him, arms still crossed over your chest like that’ll somehow keep you steady. “You’re such a fucking asshole.”

Ian doesn’t flinch. If anything, the corner of his mouth twitches, like he’s enjoying this. “Never said I wasn’t.”

You exhale sharply, turning away before you fall under his gaze. “I can’t believe I got on a plane for this.”

Ian moves then, stepping into your space before you can walk off again. “Then don’t waste the trip.”

Your head snaps back toward him. “Excuse me?”

He’s close now. Not enough to touch, but enough that you feel the heat of him, enough that your body betrays you. “Come back with me.”

You blink. “What?”

Ian tilts his head toward the street, toward where his car is waiting. “Come to mine.”

You let out a breathless laugh. “You think I want to be alone with you right now?”

His gaze flickers to your lips for a fraction of a second before he meets your eyes again. “Yeah.”

Your stomach flips, but you force yourself to roll your eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

Ian smirks like that’s the best thing he’s heard all night. “And yet, you’re still here.”

You hate that he’s right. Hate that even with how mad you are, you don’t actually want to leave.

Ian watches you for a moment, then sighs, his smirk fading just slightly. “Come on,” he says, voice quieter. “We don’t have to do this out here.”

The fight in you is still burning, but the cold is starting to creep in, and the way he’s looking at you—like he’s tired of pretending he doesn’t care—makes you waver.

Finally, you exhale, dropping your arms. “Fine.”

Ian’s brows lift slightly, like he didn’t actually expect you to agree. Then, with the ghost of a smirk, he steps back, gesturing toward the car.

The car ride is suffocatingly silent.

Ian drives with one hand on the wheel, his gaze fixed on the road like he doesn’t notice the way you’re angled toward the window, arms crossed, jaw tight. Like he doesn’t feel the tension pressing down on both of you, thick and unrelenting.

But of course, he notices.

“You’re really doing this?” His voice is low, calm in that infuriating way that makes you want to snap.

You don’t answer.

Ian exhales, shifting slightly in his seat. “You’re mad.”

Still, you stay silent.

He hums, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. “Alright.”

That’s it. No coaxing, no trying to pull a reaction out of you. Just alright.

You dig your nails into your palms, your irritation bubbling over. If he wants to act unbothered, fine. You can do the same.

The rest of the drive stretches out in silence, only the low hum of the car filling the space between you. When he finally pulls up to his building, he puts the car in park but doesn’t make a move to get out.

Instead, he turns his head slightly, looking at you through the dim interior. “You done?”

You grip the door handle but don’t move. “Done with what?”

Ian smirks, slow and knowing. “Ignoring me.”

You clench your jaw, pushing the door open without responding. If he thinks he can pull you back in with that smug I know you better than you think act, he’s dead wrong.

Ian doesn’t chase you. He follows, slow and steady, like he has all the time in the world.

The air is thick with tension by the time you step into Ian’s apartment—a sleek, minimal space with dim lighting and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the city. You barely take it in, your anger still simmering under your skin.

Ian shuts the door behind you, tossing his keys onto the counter like he hasn’t just dragged you across the country for this. You don’t say a word.

He exhales, running a hand through his hair. “You’re really gonna give me the silent treatment?”

You ignore him, walking deeper into the apartment, your arms crossed so tight it almost hurts.

Ian watches you from where he stands, his head tilting slightly. “You know that’s not gonna work on me.”

Still, you don’t respond.

A beat of silence. Then—

“I told you why you’re here.” His voice is calmer now, quieter.

You finally look at him, eyes sharp. Then, slowly, you shake your head.

“No, you didn’t.”

Ian exhales through his nose, stepping toward you. You don’t back away, but you don’t break your silence either. His lips press together, jaw tightening as he closes the space between you.

He stops just in front of you, his voice low. “You’re really this mad at me?”

You lift your chin slightly, holding his gaze.

Ian’s eyes flicker over your face, like he’s searching for a crack in the wall you’ve built between you. His fingers twitch at his sides, like he wants to reach for you but knows better than to push right now.

The silence stretches. The weight of everything between you presses down, thick and heavy.

Then, without another word, Ian moves.

His hands find your waist, his grip firm but not forceful, and before you can think—before you can decide if you even want to resist—his lips crash against yours.

It’s not gentle. It’s desperate, a collision of frustration and everything unspoken. Your fingers tighten in his tee before you even realize you’ve grabbed him, pulling him closer like you’re trying to prove something.

Ian groans into your mouth, deep and low, his hands gripping you tighter, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he doesn’t hold you in place. His teeth graze your bottom lip, and your breath stutters, but you don’t pull away.

You should.

You don’t.

Instead, you kiss him harder, letting the weight of your anger, your confusion, your want spill into it.

Ian backs you up against the counter without breaking the kiss, his body pressed against yours, his fingers digging into your hips like he can’t get enough. One hand moves to cup your jaw, tilting your head up as he deepens the kiss, as if he needs you to feel exactly how much he meant it when he said he missed you.

And god, you do.

Your silence is long gone now, lost between the way his mouth moves against yours and the way his hands refuse to let you go.

But just when the heat starts to take over, when you can feel yourself starting to give in,

Ian pulls back, breathing hard, forehead resting against yours.

“I’m not gonna rush you,” he murmurs, voice rough. “I swear.” His thumb brushes against your cheek, gentle despite the way his pulse is racing. “But just be here with me.”

someone cooked here

someone = me

cooked = burgers

xoxo - korie

[whyse7vn]

OLD YOONGI -

[ min yoongi x reader ]

YOONGI :3

you have 1 miss call from yoongi :3

yoongi: i’m killing myself

you have 2 miss calls from yoongi :3

yoongi: do you want me to kill myself?

y/n: send a picture of ur face rn

yoongi: why didn’t you answer??

y/n: shut up and send

yoongi: why?

y/n: cuz i asked

yoongi: you demanded

y/n: ur into that

yoongi: shut up

y/n: :p

ur face

rn

pls

yoongi: no

ur just gonna say something weird

y/n: i won’t

yoongi: whatever

y/n:

got me twiddling my thumbs and shit🥰

ur such a cutie

let’s do a blood bond

no joke i’m so hard rn

yoongi: …

y/n: want proof????

yoongi: talk to me like a normal girlfriend

y/n: hello amazing beautiful boyfriend

yoongi: ew???

y/n: pookie??

yoongi: leave me alone

y/n: you literally called me?

yoongi: and you didn’t answer

y/n: just say ur obsessed with me…

yoongi: going to the coffee shop

y/n: WITHOUT ME???

fucking snake oh my god

yoongi: what do you want??

y/n: 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

yoongi: ur making me sick

y/n: stop being mean to me

yoongi: sorry :3

what do you want pretty

y/n: your mouth against my mouth

yoongi: ok bye

y/n: boooo ur boring

yoongi: don’t be upset with me when i come home with no coffee for you

y/n: what are you getting

yoongi: vanilla latte

7 espresso shots

y/n: bro????????????????

you might as well do cocaine what the hell

yoongi: who is bro?

y/n: i want to fuck u rn

btw

if you didn’t know

now you do

yoongi: ur real strange

y/n: i can be strange in bed

yoongi: no thanks???

y/n: just tell me to shoot myself in the head fuck

yoongi: wtf are you even talking about rn

y/n: yoongi don’t you get tired of pretending ur not deeply in love with me and would literally ask how high if i said jump

yoongi: what do you want from this fucking coffee shop oh my god

i’m almost there

y/n: ur so in love with me it’s actually overbearing

yoongi: i’m blocking you

y/n: what would you do if i kissed namjoon

yoongi: ????

why would you do that??

stop asking me stupid questions

y/n: i just want to know

yoongi: stop talking

y/n: if i stop talking that means i’m dead

yoongi: i can’t wait till that day comes

y/n: ummm what the hell

ur literally gonna die first

ur 30……

yoongi: how do you know i’m gonna die first

you god or something??

y/n: baby ur 30

yoongi: i’m aware

y/n: im gald you understand

yoongi: ?

whatever

getting u a iced caramel frappe thing ok??

don’t want it don’t care

y/n: when he knows ur order 😍

yoongi: nvm i’m not getting it for you actually

y/n: when he’s broke and ugly 🤬

yoongi: 😐

y/n: i’ll lick you head to toe

i lied i’m sorry

ur not ugly

AT ALL

yk that baby

yoongi: but i’m broke?

y/n: maybe idk

you not wanting to buy me the drink says a lot….

yoongi: whatever don’t care anymore

y/n: you’re a liar

you literally almost cried just now

yoongi: no i didn’t

y/n: you did

yoongi: not

y/n: i love u

yoongi: ok

y/n: say it back stupid bitch

yoongi: i love you

y/n: <3333333333333333333

yoongi: this is toxic

y/n: me and namjoon are toxic

yoongi: there is no you and namjoon

y/n: can i dream in peace

yoongi: shut up

cuz what if i said

y/n: NO DON’T SAY ANYTHING

OH MY GOD IM GONNA TJROW UP

DONT PLS -£/££/£2&:&:£:£.£

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😞😞😞😞😞

BABY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

ILL LITERALLY CRY IF YOU SAY ANOTHER WOMANS NAME

yoongi: but you can talk about namjoon??

idk this doesn’t seem fair love :/

y/n: don’t even know a namjoon

is that a fruit or something????????

yoongi: that’s what i thought

y/n: shut the hell up

yoongi: :3

y/n: random question but are you single lol

yoongi: no

y/n: damn that’s crazy

i hope she dies

yoongi: me too

y/n: WOOOOOWWWWW

yoongi: idk what you expect me to say

y/n: dni rn

yoongi: ok

y/n: ur interacting i told you NOT to

fucker

ok

good

stupid idiot loser bitch

UGH

sighs

so like…

*tucks hair behind ear*

you come here often?😍

don’t ignore my flirting what the hell

yoongi: what do you want from me

y/n: some love and appreciation would be nice idk..

yoongi: at the coffee shop standing in line now

y/n: bet the way you standing is hot as hell

yoongi: ??

tf is actually ur issue

y/n: don’t ?? me

ur making me look insane

yoongi: you are insane

y/n: this yoongi would never treat me

like this

yoongi: ew

never show me that again

y/n: but you look so silly and edible :33

i remember the day you took this so clearly

you sent it to me and begged me

to tell you if it was ok to post or not

SIGHSSSSSSS

wow miss old yoongi

now ur just a slut whose naked all the time

yoongi: i am not naked all the time

y/n: SIGHSSSSSSS

what happened to my little lover boy

who would tell me he loves me 475 times a day

yoongi: i tell you i love you all the time

y/n: ok but you say it like i have a gun to ur head

yoongi: i love you

y/n: not convinced

yoongi: whatever

y/n: SIGHSS

the old yoongi wouldn’t of given up so easily

yoongi: i love you there is literally nothing more to say

y/n: old yoongi would have more words

yoongi: i reallllly love you

y/n: SIGHSSSSSSS

yoongi: babe…

y/n: looks left looks right

sighs

yoongi: you are great

i love you

i appreciate you

i want to kiss you

y/n: i could cry

best day of my life

i’ve never seen you this emotional yoongi

kinda off putting

you on ur period or something 💀

yoongi: ?????????????

stop talking to me

—

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