#singer reader

[chelseaknoo]

Hey! So, imagine it’s the 2000s, and Eminem has this huge crush on a super-famous pop singer. In an interview, the interviewer asks his opinion on her, and he openly admits that he finds her attractive, which gets everyone talking. Then, they end up collaborating on a song together, and the music video they make is super hot. Fans completely lose it because they can totally tell there’s something going on between them!

2000s Eminem x pop singer! Reader

Caution:sexual content <3

During an interview, Eminem was asked about the up-and-coming pop singer Y/N, and he didn’t hold back his admiration. “I think she’s incredibly attractive and makes really good music,” he said, a slight smile hinting at something more. For a while now, Eminem had found himself drawn to her—her beauty was undeniable, but it was her warm, genuine personality that truly captivated him.

Though he’s known for his tough, edgy persona, Eminem couldn’t help but soften when he spoke about her. Y/N was different from anyone he’d encountered in the industry. Her presence was refreshing, a mix of talent and kindness that seemed to come naturally to her. He’d been following her rise to fame, noticing the way her fans adored her and the way her music connected with people. Eminem couldn’t deny it—he was crushing on her, and the thought of a collaboration had even crossed his mind more than once. Little did he know, his candid words in the interview would spark rumors and excitement among fans who couldn’t wait to see what might happen between the rapper and the rising pop star.

When you found out about what Eminem had said about you during the interview, you were completely taken aback. At first, it didn’t seem real—it was hard to process that someone as big as him would openly talk about you like that. The words played over and over in your head: “I think she’s incredibly attractive and makes really good music.”

You were shocked, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of warmth spreading through you. It was flattering, sure, but also a little overwhelming. You’d always admired Eminem’s music, his talent, and his larger-than-life persona, but the idea that he had noticed you, let alone had a genuine crush, sent your heart racing.

You couldn't help but feel a little flustered. His words were unexpected, and the attention was something you weren’t quite used to, especially coming from a major artist like him. You thought about it all day, the weight of his comment sinking in. Was he just being polite, or was there something more behind his words? Either way, it definitely left you with more questions than answers.

A week later, you received a message from none other than Eminem himself. He reached out to ask if you’d be interested in collaborating on a song. The moment you read his message, your heart skipped a beat. You couldn't believe it—Eminem, the legendary rapper you had admired for so long, was asking to work with you.

Without hesitation, you excitedly agreed. You had no doubts, no second thoughts. This was the opportunity of a lifetime, and the idea of working with him, especially after everything that had happened with the interview, sent a rush of excitement through you.

You immediately replied, expressing how thrilled you were at the prospect of collaborating with him. The thought of creating something together felt surreal, and you couldn’t wait to dive into the creative process. You knew this was going to be huge—not just for your career, but for you personally.

Our teams met to discuss the creative direction of the collaboration, and the conversation quickly took an intriguing turn. They proposed making the song sensual and centered around the complexities of a relationship—intense, passionate, and unapologetically raw. As they laid out the concept, I felt a warmth rise to my cheeks. I couldn’t help but blush at the idea.

The thought of creating something so intimate, especially with him, was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. It would be a bold step, a departure from anything I’d done before, and the prospect of exploring that kind of connection through music was electrifying. I glanced over at him as the conversation unfolded, trying to gauge his reaction. He seemed unfazed—confident, even—his expression suggesting he was more than ready to dive into the challenge.

After finishing the recording sessions for the song, the next step was to film the highly-anticipated music video. The energy on set was electric, a mix of excitement and nerves hanging in the air. You sat in front of the mirror, makeup artists diligently working to perfect your look. Brushes moved with precision, adding the final touches of shimmer to your eyes and gloss to your lips. The anticipation built with every passing second, and you could feel your heart pounding just a bit faster.

You adjusted the robe draped around you, its fabric soft against your skin. Beneath it, you wore delicate, lacy black lingerie chosen specifically for the shoot—a bold move, but one that fit the sensual vibe of the song. It felt both empowering and a little nerve-wracking to know what was coming next.

One of the makeup artists stepped back, admiring her work. “You look stunning,” she said with a smile, giving you a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

“Thanks,” you replied, managing a small smile in return. “I just hope I don’t trip over this robe or something,” you joked, trying to shake off the nerves.

The door to the dressing room opened, and he walked in. Eminem, in all his calm, cool confidence, took a quick glance around before his eyes landed on you. There was a spark of something in his gaze—approval, maybe even a hint of surprise. “You ready for this?” he asked, a playful edge to his voice.

You nodded, tightening the belt of the robe instinctively. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” you said, your voice steadier than you felt.

He stepped closer, lowering his voice just enough that only you could hear. “It’s gonna be fire. Just do your thing.”

His words sent a jolt of confidence through you. “You too,” you replied, meeting his eyes for a brief moment before he turned and walked out. The weight of the moment sank in. This video was going to be unforgettable, and you were ready to give it everything you had.

You took a deep breath and stood in front of the mirror, taking one last glance at yourself in the lingerie before slowly sliding the robe off your shoulders. The cool air of the room hit your skin, but the heat of anticipation made you feel warm all over. With one final look at your reflection, you stepped toward the door, ready to face what was ahead.

As you opened the door and stepped out, you found Marshall already waiting for you. He was sitting on the bed, his shirt off, his toned chest and arms on full display. His tattoos, which you had noticed before but never fully admired, seemed to tell stories with their intricate designs, each one adding to his raw, unapologetic energy. The way the tattoos stretched over his muscles caught your attention for a moment, and you couldn't help but admire the way he looked.

He glanced up at you, his expression unreadable at first, but as his eyes traveled over you, a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You look incredible,” he said, his voice low and almost hushed.

You smiled, sitting down beside him on the soft bed, the sheets rustling under you as you settled into place. The room was charged with an electric tension, and the crew started setting up the cameras, ensuring everything was in place for the shoot. The anticipation in the room grew as you waited, a sense of nervous excitement bubbling up inside you.

Once everything was ready, the cameras began rolling. Without missing a beat, Marshall started rapping, his words flowing effortlessly as he moved closer to you. He didn’t need a microphone—the raw power of his voice was enough to fill the room, his lyrics sharp and intense. As he rapped, he reached out and pulled you closer, his hands confidently guiding your exposed body toward him. The camera captured every movement, every kiss, as he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. His hands roamed, tracing the curves of your body as if the song was meant for this exact moment.

The kiss deepened, and you felt the heat rise between you. His lips moved with yours in perfect sync as the music played on, his touch both tender and commanding. His body pressed against yours, his rhythm matching the intensity of the song, and for a moment, it was just the two of you, lost in the moment. The cameras captured it all—every kiss, every touch, every second of undeniable chemistry.

The atmosphere in the room was palpable, the energy of the shoot merging with the passion of the music. As Marshall continued rapping, you couldn’t help but be swept up in the power of the moment, your body responding to his, and the song taking on a life of its own.

His hands moved lower, tracing the line of your body as the music echoed through the room. The entire world outside the set seemed to fade away as you both got lost in the moment, the only thing that mattered being the connection between you and the music.

You brung your soft manicured hands up to your soft breasts engulfed by a lacy bra and squeezed them to appear more sexier to the camera as Marshall flipped off the camera.

This would most definitely be the thumbnail for the video.

The director called "cut," signaling the end of the scene. You and Marshall both took a step back, the intensity of the moment slowly dissipating as the crew moved in to adjust equipment and set up for the next shot. You exchanged a quiet smile before heading to your designated room to relax for a bit.

After a few hours, you wrapped up your recording, feeling a mix of accomplishment and exhaustion. The excitement of the day was still buzzing in your veins, but now you were looking forward to some downtime. You changed out of your wardrobe, slipping into something more comfortable, and made your way outside to your car.

Just as you reached the door of your vehicle, you heard someone call your name from behind. You turned to see Marshall walking toward you, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Hey," he said, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "So, I was wondering... would you want to grab a drink sometime? Maybe go out... on a date?"

The question caught you off guard, but in the best possible way. His voice had a casual tone, but you could sense there was something genuine beneath it. You paused for a moment, taking in the sincerity of his expression, then smiled back at him.

"A date, huh?" you replied, teasing him slightly. "Are you asking me out, Marshall Mathers?"

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I guess I am. I mean, we’ve spent all this time together on set, and I think you're pretty cool. It’d be nice to get to know you outside of all this craziness."

Your heart skipped a beat, the warmth of his words settling comfortably in your chest. It felt like a simple question, but in that moment, it carried a weight that made everything feel real.

"Alright," you said with a smile, feeling the excitement rise in your chest. "I’d like that."

Marshall grinned, clearly pleased with your answer. "Great," he said. "I’ll text you the details. We’ll figure something out."

As you got into your car, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. Something had shifted between you two, and this date felt like the beginning of something new—something that, at the very least, would be interesting to explore.

When the music video dropped, it immediately sent shockwaves through the entertainment world. The buzz was undeniable, and the media couldn't get enough of it. News outlets were abuzz with headlines discussing the video, focusing on the undeniable chemistry between you and Marshall. The press quickly latched onto the idea that there was more than just a professional collaboration between the two of you. Everyone seemed to think that what they saw on screen was more than just a performance.

Magazines, tabloids, and news articles were all over the story. Some claimed the chemistry between you two was off the charts, while others speculated about a potential romance, pointing to the way your bodies intertwined during the video and the flirtatious energy that seemed to linger between every take. The media was fascinated, and the public couldn't stop talking about it. Fans and critics alike were all over the speculation, analyzing every glance, every touch, and every word exchanged between you both on screen.

Interviews with both you and Marshall quickly followed. Journalists from all over lined up to ask about the video, the song, and, of course, the undeniable tension between the two of you. Everyone wanted to know if it was real—if what they saw in the video was an accurate reflection of what was going on behind the scenes. And while you both kept things light and playful, the questions kept coming, making it nearly impossible to escape the growing rumors.

The attention, both positive and negative, was overwhelming. The video had clearly left a mark, one that many believed was the beginning of something far deeper than just a professional relationship. Whether you were together or not, the world seemed to be entranced by the idea of the two of you.

And of course we decided to keep the people guessing <3

[deeninadream]

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐱 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐔

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒚:

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑜𝑠ℎ 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑎 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟. 𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑡, 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟.

𝒂/𝒏:

𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑠 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑎 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐼’𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒…<3

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[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSOFT LAUNCH * MATT STURNIOLO * INSTAGRAM

SUMMARY　::　where Y/N and Matt have been in a stable relationship hidden from the media for months, until they were forced by it to do a soft launch.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x singer!reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　none.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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ynsinstagram THE SECRET OF US TOUR STARTS IN 15 DAYS 😭😩 who's excited?

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ynfan1 ME?????? DUH

ynfan2 THIS IS GOING TO BE HISTORICAL, WRITE MY WORDS ‼️

ynfan3 well, considering the pre sale broke her website, all stadium dates sold out in seconds, all social media talking about it...

conangrey I'M SO EXCITED TO SEE YOU AGAIN 🙌🏻

ynfan4 I'M GOING INSANE, IDK WHAT TO WEAR 😭

sabrinacarpenter YES YES YES 🔥

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sturnioloteam Matt spotted out and alone in London today!

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sturniolofan1 wtf is he doing in London?

sturniolofan2 didn't Chris just post a picture in LA? 😭

sturnioloandynfan1 wait, isn't today the London concert of Y/N’s tour??? 🤡

sturniolofan3 wtf does this have to do with Matt?

sturniolofan4 since when Matt goes to other country ALONE????

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ynsinstagram HIIIII LONDON 🎀🇬🇧

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ynfan1 SHE'S SUCH AN ANGEL 🥺

ynfan2 wait, why does she have 2 coffees?

ynfan3 maybe she's with someone from her band?

sturnioloandynfan2 WAIT A MINUTE ‼️ what's Matt's car key doing on her purse????????

ynfan4 what do you mean?

sturnioloandynfan3 OMG TRUE! that's his keychain 🫠

sturniolofan5 DID I HEARD MATT????

oliviarodrigo LONDON GIRL RIGHT THERE BABY ‼️🇬🇧

ynfan5 I LOVE YOUR FRIENDSHIP 😭

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matthew.sturniolo I'm everywhere but currently in london 🇬🇧

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sturniolofan8 so we're just gonna ignore the elephant in the room or what?

sturnioloandynfan4 I've never thought about this possibility but...

ynfan9 I'm so sure they're the cutest together 🥺

sturniolofan6 yall are so damn dramatic, no one confirmed anything, stop being so delusional

sturniolofan3 stop being so unhappy dude, ew

christophersturniolo bring me some fish and chips when you get back

ynfan4 IS THAT Y/N'S NECKLACE?????

nicolassturniolo london boy

ynandsturniolofan2 is that supposed to be an analogy to taylor's song? 😭

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people Singer Y/N Y/L/N and youtuber Matthew Sturniolo were spotted together today in London.

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ynfan8 wtf is wrong with yall?? leave Y/N alone, she deserves privacy!

ynfan5 omg it HAD to be people

sturniolofan7 omg no way matt is on people 😭

nicolassturniolo this is honestly so messed up and such a huge invasion of privacy. please, delete this!

sabrinacarpenter I hate you guys. this is so mean. delete it right now!

ynfan9 how the fuck yall always find a way to disturb Y/N's peace?

sturniolofan3 OMG OMG OMG OMG

ynfan6 everything makes sense now

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ynandsturniolofan6 OMG??? NO WAY I JUST FIND MATT IN Y/N'S CONCERT 😭😭 that's my favorite day ever ✋🏻

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sturniolofan1 wait, what??? he was at the line to enter the stadium?

ynandsturniolofan6 no! he was about to enter Y/N's backstage area

sturniolofan7 omg he's looking so fucking good 😩

ynfan8 yeah Y/N, I get it now

sturnioloandynfan5 it's SO CUTE the fact he came from LA to see her in London 😭

sturniolofan4 but why London, thought? doesn't she have three concerts in LA next month?

ynfan5 IS THAT Y/N'S NECKLACE AGAIN???? I'M GOING CRAZY

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matthew.sturniolo we met here, on a random avenue in London, on the first day of your vacation and the second of mine, and neither of us knew where to go, and we ended up visiting tourist spots together. now we´re here for your sold-out show, something you used to dream about just some months ago, and i’m so grateful to be part of this. I love you, petal. you deserve this more than anyone else.

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nicolassturniolo PARENTS!!!

christopher.sturniolo that's beautiful man

ynfan5 stop this is so cute 😭

sturniolofan1 "petal" LSKSISMAKAMDO 😭😭😭😭

sturniolofan2 I've never thought I would see Matt posting smt with so many words

ynandsturniolofan3 I'M CRYING WHAT

ynfan7 so... it's been happening for MONTHS???

madisonbeer you'll make me cry, I love you two so much 🥺

nathandoe8 Matt is such a soft for Y/N

yourinstagram are you jealous? chris is right there 😌

christopher.sturniolo what's that supposed to mean?

ynsinstagram I owe all of this to you. if it wasn't for all your incentives and belief in me, I wouldn't be here today. I love you so fucking much 🥹🩷

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ynsinstagram The Secret Of Us Tour. London I. June 2024.

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sturniolofan6 was it Matt who took the pic? 🥺

ynsinstagram yes!! 😁

ynfan5 I'm no longer alive, this concert was AMAZING

sturnioloandynfan3 the way Y/N was looking at the back of the stadium ALL THE TIME, smiling like crazy, was the cutest thing ever

ynfan9 the way she look at him??? Matt you're a lucky man

matthew.sturniolo loved every bit of it! ❤️

ynsinstagram love you 🥺🩷

ynfan4 Y/N is the prettiest girl in the world!

matthew.sturniolo agreed

ynandsturniolofan2 they're THE MOMENT!!!

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[suliigwp]

HIII omg i love your writings!! got this idea while i was in the bathroom blasting alchemy by taylor swift and you were the first writer i thought of that i know would slay this! Reader is a known singer but she doesnt really write love songs which charles is completely fine about. His friends ask and tease him about it and he brushes it off then one night on one of her tours she sings alchemy for the first time while charles is watching from the crowd. His whole world stops and maybe even tears up then he just goes on for days bragging about it. HUMOUR AND FLUFFF WHATEVER U WANT THANK YOU SO MUCH

WHERES THE TROPHY?

Charles Leclerc x Singer! Reader | fluff

SULI: hiii omg you have no idea how much it means remembering me first🥹 thank you soooo much!!!!! — very cool because I actually do have a singer!readers series coming up but none of the love interests is Charles sadly— but I really love singer au's and this was so much fun to write! Thank you so much for requesting, love you, hope you enjoy🫶

I'm absolutely obsessed with this song — stream "The alchemy" now!!!

Warnings: none, short and sweet, Twitter post at the end

Charles liked to think he had you figured out.

At least, the version of you the world didn’t get to see — the quiet one, the tired one after long studio nights, the version that wore his hoodie to bed and snuck kisses onto his shoulder when you thought he was sleeping.

He liked being the silent inspiration, the person behind the curtain. You were his in private — that was more than enough.

"She doesn't write love songs."

That was the line Charles Leclerc had come to know and love. He’d heard it in interviews, read it in headlines, and smiled through every late-night talk show where someone inevitably asked, “So, do you really not write about him?”

The camera would zoom in, the crowd would laugh, and you’d flash that sly little grin. “Don't worry, if I wrote a love song,” you always said, “you’d know it.”

Charles didn’t mind. In fact, he was fine with it.

You were his.

Even if the rest of the world liked to think you belonged to them.

The fans, the cameras, the interviews — they all wanted pieces. But Charles had long made peace with being the part no one else got to hear in the songs.

Because you didn’t write love songs.

Everyone said so.

You said so.

And Charles believed it. Until the night you didn’t.

...

back, first year of dating

“You still haven’t written a song about me,” Charles teased from the couch, bare feet on the floor, one arm lazily slung around your waist. His eyes were half-lidded, lips curled into that soft smile he only gave you when the world was quiet.

You rolled your eyes, brushing your fingers through his curls. “You say that like you’re not already in every other one.”

“Yes, but I want the main character treatment,” he said, dramatically pressing a hand to his chest. “The standing ovation. The bridge that emotionally ruins people.”

You just laughed, kissed his cheek, and said, “Maybe when you win Monaco.”

He groaned. “Cruel woman.”

...

He hadn't told you he was coming.

You were in the middle of a sold-out run through Europe, and Charles was drowning in simulator sessions and car debriefs. But when he saw the gap in his schedule, he booked the ticket quietly, packed light, and told his engineers he was leaving for “something more important than tyre degradation.”

Barcelona was a quick flight from Monaco. Your show there had been sold out for months, and he knew better than to try and sneak in through backstage. So he did what no one expected:

He lined up like everyone else.

He didn’t tell you. You were always happiest on stage, and he wanted to be just another face in the crowd that night. Just a quiet, anonymous dot in a sea of lights and sweat and noise.

Hood up, cap low, a simple black tee that did nothing to hide how gorgeous he was. He bought a pit wristband from resale (triple the price, but whatever), pushed into the crowd, and waited.

His heart beat harder the closer it got to showtime.

He didn’t know why. He’d seen you perform dozens of times. Hell, he’d watched you rehearse in sweats with a tea bag hanging out of your mouth. He lived with you.

But something about tonight buzzed different.

The lights dimmed.

The crowd erupted.

And then you appeared.

...

You always had a certain way of standing still — calm, rooted, like you didn’t need fireworks to be the most magnetic person in the room. Charles felt the shift the second you stepped up to the mic.

“This one’s new,” you said softly.

The crowd stilled.

“I wasn’t planning to play it live yet, but…”

You paused, and smiled.

“He’s here tonight.”

The girls around Charles screamed.

He went still.

No.

You’re not—

The opening chords were simple, soft. A rhythmic pulse like a heartbeat.

"Shirts off, and your friends lift you up over their heads, Champagne sticking to the floor"

The lyrics felt so close, so personal, Charles swore you were staring right at him, even though you couldn’t see him through the crowd.

"Cheers chanted, cause they said, There was no chance, trying to be The greatest in the league"

And then.

Then.

“Where’s the trophy? He just comes running over to me.”

Charles’s knees nearly buckled.

The lyric struck him like a punch to the gut.

He didn’t even breathe for a second — chest tight, hands shaking, mouth parted in stunned silence.

You remembered.

Monaco.

That day.

The crowd, the flags, the win — his first home win. The one he had chased like a ghost for years.

He remembered the noise, the champagne, the cameras flashing. But more than anything, he remembered you, standing behind the barrier, tucked to the side — quiet and glowing and waiting.

He hadn’t even thought.

He just ran.

Straight to you. Through the crowd. Past everyone. Helmet barely off.

You caught him in your arms like you’d been waiting there your whole life.

“Where’s the trophy?” the reporter had asked him after.

And he’d smiled before glancing over at you.

...

By the time you hit the final chorus, Charles had completely given up pretending he was okay.

His eyes were glassy. His cheeks were damp.

A teenage girl next to him elbowed her friend and whispered, “That guy is, like, sobbing.”

He didn’t even notice.

When you sang the last line and let the guitar fall quiet, Charles couldn’t move.

The stadium exploded in sound.

You bowed.

The lights went out.

And he just stood there — one hand pressed over his heart, whispering the lyric under his breath like a prayer.

...

Backstage, everything felt like static.

You were mid-change when a tech knocked on the greenroom door.

“Uh… sorry, there’s a guy trying to come back here. He says he’s your boyfriend? Hoodie, cap, extremely beautiful—kind of panicked?”

You laughed, heart already racing.

“Let him in.”

Charles barrelled into the room like a man possessed.

“You—” he said, voice raw.

You turned, makeup still smudged, hair frizzing from sweat, and barely had time to open your arms before he was there — pulling you into him like he hadn’t seen you in years.

“Monaco?” he whispered.

You nodded against his chest.

He pulled back just slightly, hands cupping your face, eyes red-rimmed and earnest. “You remembered.”

“Of course I did.”

“You wrote about it.”

A breathless laugh. “You wrote about me.”

You shrugged playfully, nose brushing his. “Guess you’re the main character now.”

His grin cracked wide and helpless, and then he kissed you. Soft, slow, deep — the kind of kiss that says thank you and I love you and I’m never letting this go.

“You’re screwed now,” he whispered, grinning against your mouth.

“Why?”

“Because I’m going to brag about this forever.”

...

And he did.

The next morning:

And for the rest of the season, no matter how many podiums he earned, Charles had one answer to every post-race interview:

“Where’s the trophy, Charles?”

“She’s probably watching from home.”

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[mclacedes]

sweet like candy (LN4 SMAU)

summary: in which Lando is a complete simp over singer Y/N L/N

warnings: a little bit of hate, cursing, suggestive content

pairing: lando norris × singer!reader

face claim: sabrina carpenter / morgan riddle

✧ next up

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ENJOY. 　⁺ 　 . ✦

ynln

📍 literally everywhere

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ynln: la dolce vita or whatever they say

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ynfan2: woman how DARE YOU being this aesthetic????

ynfan3: i love you please marry me

ynhater1: omg can you stop begging for attention

ybffname: love the vibes and all, but when are you gonna stop traveling around and come back home huh?

ynln: i'd say about never but we'll see how things go 🥰

ynfan4: jesus christ woman where AREN'T YOU

ynfan7: okay but have you thought about stopping at a F1 race or something

ynln: tell me more about it 💭

ynfan5: london, italy, paris... GIRL OMG

ynhater2: i don't think you should flaunt like this when there's literally people starving

ynfan6: literally dream life

ysistername: cute but can i have my hair clip back? THANK YOU!

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landonorris

🎶 Thinking Bout You - Frank Ocean

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landonorris: they do say la dolce vita :) but whatever right?

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landofan1: hot.

landofan2: i do have a lot to say but i have some decency

maxfewtrell: i think your shirt's a bit unbuttoned mate

landonorris: thanks mate! hadn't noticed

ynfan7: am i dreaming or that caption...

ynfan4: girl the caption, the song, those pictures... it's all for her

landofan3: what?

ynfan4: check out y/n l/n's latest post

landofan5: HOLY FUCK

landofan5: don't judge him for making it about her,if i were him i'd do the EXACT same

ynln: thanks for letting me know :)

landonorris: you should stop by a race, maybe i could tell you a thing or two about italian :)

maxfewtrell: mate, they still have DMs :)

A WEEK LATER

ynupdates:

ynupdates: Us too, Lando! During his friend Max Fewtrell's Twitch stream, Formula 1 driver Lando Norris admitted to having a crush on Y/N L/N, as transcribed below:

Lando: “If I like Y/N? Yes, absolutely! There is no reality in which I don't listen to her songs or that I'm not a big fan of hers.”

Max: “'Fan'? Mate, drop it, we all know how you're a complete simp over the woman.”

Lando: “What?”

Max: “Be for fucking real, now! We know it. You've talked about her, not once, not twice, we lost count! Can't keep track of it anymore. You're down bad."

Lando: “Shut up, you bastard. But I will admit, I think she's cute.”

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ynfan7: IT'S HAPPENING GUYS

landofan5: god knows how much i've waited

ynfan8: ok but where has lando talked about yn multiple times??

landofan9: he once brought her up during a video with oscar (his teammate) for mclaren, saying her songs are huge part of his pre race routine

landofan10: or when he sang her song "God is a Woman" on live

landofan11: or when he literally posted one of her songs on his stories

landofan12: or when he said she's his favorite singer

ynfan8: i agree with max tbh

TWO WEEKS LATER

y/n via instagram stories.

ynupdates

ynupdates: NOBODY MOVES!

Y/n L/n was seen on the McLaren garage ahead of the Dutch Grand Prix weekend - today, it's qualifying! Go papaya!

(let's try not to clown but just so everybody is properly informed, Lando is a McLaren driver.....)

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ynhater3: ofc she's gon cling to a man for relevancy... typical yn

ynfan7: pls go suck a dick

landofan7: OK OK OK IM SO OK WITH THIS

ynfan9: OMG OKG OM WJAT

ynfan11: that's literally momma and papa

landofan10: she's literally there for him wtf 😭

ynfan15: im not fraekingnout AT ALL

mclaren:

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mclaren: Having set the fastest time in Q3, Lando grabs pole position! Tomorrow, we go racing!

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landofan17: OMG SHE LIKED IT YALL

landofan18: can we focus on the racing for a bit?

landofan5: my prayers didn't go unnoticed... good to know!

landofan19: soft launch i fear?

[afterglowsainz]

is it over now? | carlos sainz

pairing: singer!reader x carlos sainz

summary: you decide to release a breakup song on your ex boyfriend’s birthday, one year after the break up

fc: riley keough

warning: some grammatical errors in the tweets that i was too lazy to fix sorryyy

a/n: me??? writing a carlos fic??? the stars must’ve aligned

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f1gossip it’s been officially one year since carlos sainz and y/n y/l/n broke up

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username it’s been a year already?? 🤯

username nooo don’t bring the memories back 😭

username i’m never getting over this breakup :( they were so meant for each other

username i have no perception of time why did i thought they broke up like a month ago?

username and not one single breakup song from y/n…

username no i’m waiting for the album

username we really are delusional huh

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yourusername my favorite type of night 🖤🥁🎤

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username MOTHER

username best concert eveeeer

username and you know the one about releasing the album ???

username what a WOMAN ugh

username i don’t understand you carlos sainz

username how did he fumbled so hard 😭

username the aesthetic is everything

username so beautiful so gorgeous so ethereal

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f1gossip carlos sainz was spotted with a new date at the monte-carlo opens

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username uhhh ….

username i wish i could say “that quick?” but to be fair it’s been a year

username bestie weren’t you there after they broke up?

username he literally went on a date five minutes after they ended things 😭

username and he told you that personally?

username so it’s really over with y/n huh

username i mean … yeah!

username noooo lord please bring back the family as we know it (carlos and y/n)

username this is the worst type of news i could’ve got

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yourusername i hope you’re in the mood for new music … because my new single “is it over now?” drops today at midnight 🕊 thank you to my amazing girlfriends for writing this song with me and having the most fun at the studio

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username now that’s what i’m talking about

username new music at last omg i could cry

username okay but THAT COAT !!!!

username i need her whole wardrobe actually

username girl not on you ex’s BIRTHDAY 🤣

username dare i say … carlos song?

username crossing my fingers

username ohhh she knew what she was doing with this release date

username not only during carlos’s birthday but also right after he was seen on a date with a new girl

username i aspire to be THIS level of petty one day

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carlossainz55 really great weekend! thanks for the birthday wishes❤️

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username pookie how are we feeling after y/n’s song?

charles_leclerc happy birthday! wanna get three thousand takeout coffees? (liked by carlossainz55)

username i didn’t wanna get mad cause it’s his birthday but like …. i’m gonna need you to pay for your crimes mate

username no cause the song was crazyyyy

username “you search in every model’s bed for something greater” ma’am ???

username it was the “your new girl is my clone” for me

username “if she’s got blue eyes i will surmise that you’ll probably date her” ….

username carlos just answer the question

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yourusername forever in love with this city <3

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username MADRID 🤍

username my city my city !!!

username reyes liking this 🥹

username that’s her girl fr!

username sooo excited for tonight’s concert

username ahhh can’t wait to see her

username if she sings is it over now? tonight i might actually faint

username imagine her singing this at the city of the guy she wrote it for 😭

username poetic

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ynupdates carlos sainz was in attendance at y/n’s concert tonight in madrid

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username say again?

username he has two moods only: happy and confused

username what the hell is he doing there 😭😭

username does this means what i think it means ???

username ahhh the second picture is mine! it was so random to see him there haha

username girl if you don’t start talking right now !!!

username was he with his new girlfriend?

username nooo he was with his family only

username you really can’t make this up 😭

username he listened to that song and was ready to risk it all

username who wouldn’t!

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yourusername one of my favorite cities with one of my favorite crowds 🇪🇸 madrid you never disappoint 🤍

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username y/n if you’re trying to make me fall in love with you it’s working

username name a more iconic concert quick!

username literally the gold dust woman

username THE OUTFITS THE SETLIST THE LOOKS UGHHH

carmenmmundt 🤍🤍🤍 (liked by yourusername)

username forever obsessed with her aesthetic

username not to start anything but carlos liking this… 👀

username i meaaan the guy was at the concert …

username this night will go down in history

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f1gossip carlos sainz and ex girlfriend y/n y/l/n have been seen together recently in numerous occasions

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username of course they are going on dates OF COURSE THEY ARE

username and all it took was one year and a single song from y/n

username no bc i’m sure if she released that a year ago they would’ve been together by now

username so it was NOT over gotcha

username are we witnessing the comeback of y/n and carlos in real time?

username god i never ask you much but i’m asking you this one thing

username when ynupdates likes this so you know it’s serious

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carlossainz55 some people have asked me recently if it’s over now? the answer is of course not 😊

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username “some people” you mean your literal ex-girlfriend ???

username GIRLFRIEND NOW ***

username i can’t with the 😊 he thinks he’s so funny

username idk why they broke up in the first place but if all it took for them to get back together was y/n releasing a song and carlos going to her concert let me tell you …

username i think what really did it for him was the fact that she released it on his birthday 😭

username they’re just obsessed with each other i guess 🤷🏽‍♀️

yourusername oh i knew it wasn’t! just wanted to know what you thought 😁

carlossainz55 i love you let’s never do that again ❤️

username she’s so real 😭😭

username MY PARENTS BACK TOGETHER AT LAST💖

[cynical-ghost]

BUT DADDY I LOVE HIM

Paring: Max Verstappen x Singer!reader

Genre: Smau- social media, fluff.

Warning(s): Use of Yn, Hate.

Request: hiii 🫶🏻 i saw that your requests are open so can i request a max verstappen x singer!reader smau?? they are dating and when her fans find out thay start hating on the couple cause they think max is gonna ruin her reputation. and then she realeases "but Daddy i love him" (by Taylor Swift) to shut them up. -Anonymous.

Ynforeal

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Ynforeal THANK YOU LONDON! I would like to thank you all who joined me for my London show, I hope you all enjoyed yourselves and sang along with me xx 💕p.s Music video for ‘Lover’ is out later this week👀

Ynlnismylover can’t wait for the music vid!!

MymotherisYnLn I was there!! It was such a great show and I now can’t use my voice cuz I belted out all the lyrics😂❤️

Ynforeal Rest your voice and drink lots of soup sweetheart! Glad you enjoyed the show💋

MymotherisYnLn OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMFGOMFGOMG…Thank you so much for responding, I will follow you advise!!!!

VoiceboxofYn GIRL YOU WIN IN LIFE!!

Verstappen4life why is max in her likes 👀

Ynforeal 👁️👄👁️

Wagalerts

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Wagalerts Three time world champion, Max Verstappen caught with singer Yn Ln after a romantic dinner. New wag? Any thoughts on this suspected new couple?

Mummyyn Yn should stay away from him! The only things I’ve heard about him are bad, he’s a hot head and could ruin her reputation!!!

Maxverwifey ugh she’s not good enough for him 🙄

Verstappen4life he’s not going to choose you, he can date whoever he wants and she is a wonderful person🙌

Rnlnforever he doesn’t deserve her, Yn is a queen and deserves better!

Maxverstappen1

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Maxverstappen Silverstone 🇬🇧

Ynforeal Good luck!!

Maxverstappen1 thank you!

Ynimymother stay away from her!

Maxverwifey why her?

Verstappen4life Stfu your everywhere🙄

Rnlnforever He needs to focus on racing so he should leave Yn alone so he doesn’t ruin her reputation!

Ynforeal

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Ynforeal ‘But daddy I love him’ out now on all streaming platforms! 🎉 Thank you to everyone that has made this possible and a massive thank you to @/maxverstappen1 for being my biggest supporter and the love of my life💕💙

Maxverstappen1 I will always be your no.1 fan and will love you until the end of time 💙

Ynforeal I love you to the moon and back 🌙💙💕

[howlettsangel]

— under the spotlight

tags/warnings: smut mdni 18+ singer f!reader x bodyguard!logan, jealousy, protective logan, rough sex, pet names, a bit dom!logan, unprotected p in v, spanking, degradation?, light choking, reader is sort of a cry baby, dirty talk

wc: 1.8k

The crowd roared loud around you, the ear piece in your ear managing to keep you in time with the song. It was overwhelming, but you've been able to get used to it with every passing gig.

Logan stood in the wings of the small stage, the venue slightly bigger than the bars and clubs you were used to playing. He'd kept a silent watch on you all night, like he always did, his scrutinizing gaze making sure you were out of harm's way.

Deep down, your voice always captivated Logan a bit. The passion in your voice, the emotion you never showed off stage. At least, not to him.

Sometimes he couldn't tell if you didn't want to talk to him or if you didn't know you could. Either way, his heart hurt when he could tell you were keeping things from him. He understood it, I mean he never has been the best listener.

The lyrics you sang into the microphone wrote a story that he would read over and over again if you let him, and at times it felt like he was just waiting for the next chapter. For you to trust him enough.

His eyes stayed on you through each new track, watching the sweat on your forehead, the lipstick that smudged onto the mic, that hand that slid over your waist. No. His eyes flicked up to the taller figure you stood face to face with, your guitarist. He's always been a flirt, and you never made the choice to push him away when he made moves.

His hand folded over the curve of your waist during your solo parts of the chorus, the drummer being the only instrumentals backing you up. The audience could hear his voice in time with yours, and so could Logan.

He hated that.

When the show ended, Logan found you backstage within a matter of minutes. He tried his best not to bring up the display he witnessed on stage, bit his tongue no matter how hot his blood boiled.

"C'mon, we're goin'," he barked from the doorway of your dressing room, his eyes flicking behind him a few times out of caution. It confused you, his urgency, but you weren't gonna argue. It was probably good to get going anyway, you thought. Your head hurt, your feet were tired, you really just wanted to get back to the hotel.

"Oh, yeah, okay," you spoke with a nod, pushing away from your vanity and moving to grab your stuff. Before you could even put your purse over your shoulder, he had a rough grip on your forearm, tugging you into his side.

"Logan– what the hell?" you fussed at him as he dragged you out to the back parking lot. He let go of you when he noticed he was probably hurting you, but tried to just brush it off as he opened the passenger side of the car.

He was silent as he helped you in, and he stayed that way until the two of you were on the road. However, keeping his mouth shut was a task that ate away at him the longer you gave him the same treatment. He broke the sounds of cars speeding past on the highway, the rain that you didn't even realize started pouring.

"You datin' him now?" he grumbled under his breath, loud enough for you to hear. His words confused you, but only until you realized what he was talking about.

"Who?" you responded, speaking just as quietly as he did, only you didn't bother to look up at him.

"That guitarist of yours. James, Jayden, whatever his name is," he scoffed. He didn't seem to care much about him, just the fact that there was a chance you were seeing him. "Saw you two on stage."

"We aren't... it's complicated," you shrugged. It was mostly the truth, I mean the whole thing was complicated, but you knew that there's been something between the two of you lately. You hung out almost every weekend for rehearsals, went out to less than friendly dinners... Logan knew that. Why did he care about your dating life?

Logan just scoffed at that, turning his head to look out the window briefly before focusing back on the road. His reaction was almost a laugh. He didn't buy one word out of you, and he knew he wasn't just gonna let that slide.

When the two of you made it back to the hotel room, he walked you inside. He didn't usually, and this time he couldn't tell if it was out of hope for something he knew he shouldn't want. Something he couldn't help but want.

"You don't have to stay y'know," you spoke up as you placed your purse and keys on the small couch of your suite. "I think I'll be fine if you're not standing watch outside my shower."

You kept your tone as teasing as you could, the air in the living room feeling heavier than it had when you walked in. Logan just looked down at you from where he stood, his eyes hungry as he took you in.

Your hair was messy from the performance and your lipstick had worn off from pressing against the mic. Every detail made his blood run hot, and they way his eyes stared holes into your body did the same to you.

"Why're you looking at me that way?" you mumbled, almost breathlessly. Your chest started to feel heavier with the tension between the two of you, and you had to avert your eyes.

He reached out a hand to grab your chin, tighter than he intended but firm so he could force your eyes on him. Before you could ask him about that look again, he was kissing you.

Logan was kissing you.

It stunned you for a few seconds before your lips were moving against his. His hands moved from your face to grip your waist, the kiss heated and angry in nature. He was jealous of that little boyfriend of yours, pissed about it even. It wasn't someone else's job to put their hands on you, to smile and sing to you like some high school love story.

"Logan," you practically whined, almost begging him to get you out of that damn living room and into the king sized bed waiting right around the corner. He wasted no time in picking you up, his hands slipping under your thighs to hold you tight in his arms.

He tossed you onto the bed, your stomach hitting in when you landed. It drew a squeal from you, almost a giggle until you felt his rough palms gripping the edges of your skirt. Your face buried into the linen of the sheets, your back arching into his touch as he stripped your bottoms to your knees.

"Talkin' to other guys," he huffed in your ear, pressing a hand on the small of your back to push you into the mattress. "Fuckin' slut."

His hand came down hard on the meat of your ass before he shifted to pull his belt buckle open. He didn't bother with getting you undressed, his heart practically pounding in his chest at the adrenaline rush.

"M' sorry," you mumbled into the pillows, the sound coming out as a pathetic whine. You couldn't even get another form of apology out before you felt the length of his cock bottom out inside of you. Your nails curled into the sheets, his name leaving your lips in a strangled moan as he pinned your hips against his.

He didn't give you any sort of response, barely even a grunt, too focused on the feeling of you wrapped around him. It was all happening so quick, his professionalism going right through that imaginary window he tried to bolt shut.

Your eyes brimmed with tears and they stung as your cheek stayed pressed into the sheets. You could feel him piston against your backside, his palm meeting the already reddened flesh a few more times until he heard your sniffles.

He leans over the curve of your body, hips slowed and his breath hot in your ear. He could tell something was wrong as soon as he became hyperaware of your tears.

"I'm hurtin' you, baby?" he murmured through the kisses he left on your earlobe, his movements ragged, yet still purposed with the goal of calming you.

A small whine that seemed halfway like a yes but more so like a no left your lips. It was a lie of course, but your body didn't want him to stop moving even if it was hurting ever so slightly.

"Don't lie," he continued, and you felt his bicep curl around your neck. He tightened just enough to hear your breath catch in your throat, but the shock of losing your breath only made you whine for him again. "Use those words darlin'."

"Keep going," you managed to croak out against the firmness of his arm, your legs shifting further apart as you sank into his protective hold. The squeeze of his headlock made you see stars when he did exactly what you'd asked for.

The jealousy fueled each of his thrusts until it felt like he was damn near feral. He hadn't realized how borderline possessive he was over you, every damn part of you, but he was no better than any other man. Desperate for a girl he shouldn't have.

He groaned low in your ear when he felt your walls clench hard around him, strangling his cock until he was just about to topple over his peak.

"There you go," he praised, pressing your weakening body closer to his as he tried to finish you off. He could tell you were moments away from release, and he would be an asshole not to let you cum first even if he got impatient.

"C'mon, sweetheart. You know damn well you've been waitin' to cum on this dick," you heard him growl as he paced his quick thrusts, and the coil in your gut immediately unraveled. It had your teary eyes rolling back while Logan guided you through the intense orgasm, his grip on you loosening to give you some room for air.

He pulled out of you before he came himself, leaving the mess for the hotel to handle. He wasn't gonna take the risk of knocking you up, especially since he technically worked for you.

Your heavy pants mingled with his for a while in the heated air of the room, and your thoughts raced through every possibility of how awkward this might be in the morning. Even though it was all you could think about, you knew it was the least of your worries right now.

Knowing Logan, he'd clean you up and hold you in the moonlit room until you were absolutely sick of him.

tags: @ellaynaonsaturn @ellaynahowlett @blah-blah-bee @nymphoniah @sweetverine @cruel-as-sin

[chelseaknoo]

Hiii I love ur ficsss

Can u do a 2000 Eminem x latina/singer ???

2000s Eminem x Latina singer! Reader

Note:I wanted to make this fic like the other fic that I made.

You’re in your twenties, with a few years of experience already under your belt in the music industry. It’s been a whirlwind ride of late nights in the studio, long days on tour, and the thrill of live performances that leave you breathless. Tonight, you’re preparing for another show, meticulously applying your makeup in front of a mirror. The familiar buzz of a nearby radio fills the dressing room with a mix of chart-topping hits and hip-hop beats. It’s just background noise—until a new track begins to play

She's got curves in all the right places, and a smile that can light up the night,

I'd do anything to be with her, to hold her tight.

I dream about her every night, and think about her all day,

I'd give anything to be with her, to make her mine in every way.

Hearing it, you’re momentarily stunned—this is Eminem, known for his raw candor and biting verses, rarely this personal. Fans and media latch on, fueling speculation. For you, it’s a mix of flattery and curiosity, leaving you to wonder about the intent behind his words as they echo through your world.

You were performing at a festival, a massive event where music fans gathered from all over, creating a charged atmosphere that crackled with energy. It was one of the biggest performances of your career so far, and you’d just finished checking your setlist when word came through the grapevine: Eminem was also performing. The realization sent a thrill down your spine. After his recent track where he’d dropped your name with lyrics that had set the rumor mill ablaze, you knew there was a chance you might cross paths.

During Eminem’s performance, the energy was palpable. The crowd was on fire, hanging onto every lyric he delivered with his signature intensity and precision. Midway through his set, the beat shifted, and you recognized the opening notes immediately—it was the song he’d written about you. The realization sent a wave of heat rushing to your cheeks, and you couldn’t help but feel both flattered and completely taken off guard.

As the track played, the massive screen behind him lit up with visuals. To your surprise, a snippet from one of your own music videos appeared. It was you—dancing, singing, completely in your element. The image faded in and out, perfectly synced to the lyrics he was delivering. The crowd erupted, clearly catching the connection and loving every second of it.

You felt your heart race as you stood there, unable to take your eyes off the screen or him. The mix of admiration and boldness in his performance was undeniable—he’d just laid it all out there, right in front of thousands of fans. You pressed your fingertips to your lips, feeling the heat in your face as you blushed deeply. It was surreal, having someone like Eminem make such a public declaration, and for a moment, you were overwhelmed by a mix of embarrassment, pride, and something far more personal.

As you made your way backstage, the crowd’s cheers outside provided a distant, rhythmic roar. The corridors were a chaotic mix of performers, stagehands, and crew members hurrying by. Just as you reached a quieter corner, you saw him—Eminem, unmistakable in his hoodie and baseball cap, talking with his team. For a second, your heart stopped. The man behind the lyrics was just a few feet away.

He caught sight of you, paused, and then walked over, his eyes holding a glimmer of curiosity mixed with that familiar intensity. You met him halfway, every step feeling like a blend of surreal anticipation and adrenaline.

You’re in your twenties, a seasoned performer in the music industry, and tonight, you're at one of the biggest festivals of the year. The air buzzes with excitement, the ground vibrating beneath your feet as crowds scream for the next artist to take the stage. You can hear the faint pulse of the music outside as you finish your makeup in front of a backstage mirror, perfecting the final details of your look. The lights reflect off your eyes, capturing the adrenaline coursing through you.

But the excitement of the night isn't just about the performance. Earlier today, a new track dropped on the radio, and to your surprise, it featured none other than Eminem—mentioning you in his lyrics. His words have been replaying in your mind, each line burning themselves deeper with every replay:

*“She's got curves in all the right places, and a smile that can light up the night,

I'd do anything to be with her, to hold her tight.

I dream about her every night, and think about her all day,

I'd give anything to be with her, to make her mine in every way.”*

Hearing those lines for the first time left you stunned, a rush of disbelief mixed with flattery. Eminem, one of the most respected names in the game, had woven you into his story with words that were both bold and unmistakably personal.

Before long, you’re backstage at the festival, preparing to take the stage. The crew members buzz around, checking equipment and making sure everything runs smoothly. Suddenly, the atmosphere shifts, and you can sense him even before you see him—Eminem is here. He walks in with a confident stride, his presence magnetic and undeniable, his signature hoodie and serious expression unmistakable.

He spots you, and for a brief moment, his gaze softens, a flicker of something unspoken passing between you. He approaches, and the noise around you seems to fade away.

"Hey," he says, his voice low but carrying over the hum of the backstage commotion. "I guess you heard the track."

You smile, trying to play it cool despite your racing heart. "Kinda hard to miss when you’re broadcasting my personal life to the world, don’t you think?"

He chuckles, a genuine sound that catches you off guard. "Guilty as charged," he admits. "I meant every word, though."

There’s a beat of silence between you two, heavy with a mix of tension and curiosity. You search his eyes, trying to read the man behind the verses that caught you off guard.

"So," you say, breaking the silence and tilting your head playfully, "was that your way of asking me out, or do you just enjoy making things complicated?"

He grins, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Maybe a little of both. Keeps things interesting."

Before you can respond, a stagehand interrupts, letting you know it’s almost time for you to go on. Eminem steps back but not before leaning in, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath.

"Break a leg out there," he murmurs, his voice just for you. "I’ll be watching."

With that, he turns away, leaving you with a pounding heart and a renewed energy. As you make your way toward the stage, you can’t help but smile, knowing that tonight's performance—and whatever happens next—just got a whole lot more interesting.

With that, you stepped onto the stage, the festival’s energy washing over you like a wave. The world might have gone wild for his lyrics, but now you had a story unfolding that was just yours—and it was only beginning.

Eminem stood backstage, his eyes locked on you as you took command of the stage. He had seen countless performers before, but there was something different about you—something captivating. The way you moved, the fluid grace with which you danced, and the effortless confidence you exuded as you sang each note—it all seemed to pull him in, leaving him momentarily spellbound.

The lights cast a glow around you, accentuating every curve of your body as you swayed in rhythm with the music. Your energy was electric, and it radiated out to the audience, who moved and sang along with you, completely entranced. Eminem found himself leaning forward, his focus narrowing to just you. Every step you took, every flick of your wrist, every note you hit—it all carried a magnetic power that he couldn't tear himself away from.

He watched the way your eyes sparkled as you connected with the crowd, how your smile lit up your entire face, adding an extra layer of vibrancy to your performance. There was a raw authenticity in how you poured yourself into every lyric, and he couldn't help but admire it. To him, it was as if you weren’t just performing—you were telling a story, one that demanded to be heard and felt.

"She's good," he muttered to himself, barely noticing the words slipping out. But it was more than just skill. There was something intangible—a spark that made you shine brighter than the stage lights themselves.

When you spun around and your gaze briefly flickered toward backstage, catching sight of him, a knowing smile played on your lips. For a heartbeat, it felt like time slowed down. He felt a rush of something unfamiliar—equal parts admiration and intrigue.

As the final beats of your song echoed and the crowd erupted in cheers, Eminem couldn't help but smile, his awe evident. You took a bow, breathing heavily but radiating pride. And as you walked off the stage, he knew one thing for certain: you weren’t just another artist on the lineup. You were someone unforgettable.

As you stepped off the stage, the roar of the crowd still echoing in your ears, you felt the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Your heart was pounding, and your chest rose and fell with each deep breath as you tried to ground yourself after the electrifying performance. As you made your way backstage, wiping a sheen of sweat from your forehead, your gaze fell on Eminem.

He was standing off to the side, his eyes fixed intently on you. There was no mistaking the look in them—complete awe and genuine admiration. He seemed mesmerized, as if he was replaying every moment of your performance in his head. For a second, you locked eyes, the world around you fading away. The intensity of his stare made your pulse quicken, but you managed to keep your composure.

A playful, almost shy smile curved your lips. You held his gaze for a moment longer, letting the connection linger before breaking it with a soft laugh. Then, with a casual flick of your hair, you turned and began walking toward your dressing room, your team moving around you like a wave of support. You could feel the weight of his attention, even as you walked away.

Inside the dressing room, you exhaled, your reflection in the mirror still glowing from the thrill of the stage and the encounter. As you fixed your hair and adjusted your outfit, you couldn’t shake the memory of his eyes on you, the way it made you feel seen—not just as a performer, but as something more. It was a moment that would linger, and you knew it wouldn’t be the last time your paths crossed.

As you touch up your makeup in the mirror, perfecting every detail, you take a moment to admire your reflection. The adrenaline from the performance still buzzes through your veins, and the roar of the crowd echoes in your ears. Just as you pick up your brush to fix a final smudge, the door behind you opens. You barely register it, assuming it’s someone from your team.

“Nice show out there.”

The unexpected sound of his voice makes you jump. Turning quickly, you find yourself face-to-face with Marshall—Eminem. There’s a spark of amusement in his eyes as he leans casually against the doorframe. You try to steady your breath, suppressing the thrill running through you.

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he adds with a smirk. “Well, maybe a little.”

“Mission accomplished,” you reply, recovering with a smile. “But thanks. Glad you caught it.”

He walks over, closing the door behind him. The air between you grows charged. He doesn’t stop until he’s standing right in front of you, close enough that you can see the flecks of gray in his eyes.

“You’ve got everyone wrapped around your finger out there,” he says, his voice low. “Kinda impressive.”

“Is that a compliment?” you tease, raising an eyebrow. “Coming from you, I’ll take it.”

“Yeah? You should.” He steps even closer, and suddenly, his hands are on your waist. Without warning, he lifts you effortlessly, placing you on top of the desk. You barely have time to catch your breath as he moves between your legs, his presence overwhelming, his gaze intense.

“You always surprise me,” you murmur, feeling your pulse quicken.

“Good,” he replies, his lips curving into a slow smile. “I plan to keep it that way.” He leans in, his breath warm against your skin. “But you know,” he adds softly, “seeing you like this, up close? Way better than any stage.”

Before you can respond, his lips find yours. The kiss is firm and confident, with just a hint of the hunger simmering beneath the surface. You wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the connection, losing yourself in the moment. Time seems to slow, the world outside the door fading away until it’s just the two of you.

When he pulls back, there’s a glint of mischief in his eyes. “I’ve been waiting for that,” he admits, his voice husky.

“Were those lyrics just an elaborate setup?” you tease, still catching your breath.

“Maybe,” he says with a grin, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Worked, didn’t it?”

You laugh, the sound light and easy, feeling the tension melt away. “I guess it did.”

His hands linger at your waist, fingers tracing idle patterns. “I’d say we make a pretty good duet.”

“Is that your way of saying you want more?” you challenge, feeling bold.

“Definitely,” he murmurs, leaning in again. “And I’m just getting started.”

As Marshall’s lips trail down your neck, a soft sigh escapes your lips. His hands rest firmly on your waist, pulling you closer as you run your fingers through his hair. The intensity of the moment is overwhelming, and every touch, every breath, feels electric. The room seems to shrink around you, narrowing your focus to just him—until the door suddenly swings open.

“Yo, Marshall, you ready for—oh, hell no.”

You both freeze. Turning your heads simultaneously, you spot Proof standing in the doorway, eyebrows raised, a mix of shock and amusement playing across his face. His eyes widen as he takes in the scene—Marshall standing between your legs, hands still on your hips, your flushed faces. There’s a beat of silence, and then Proof bursts out laughing.

“Oh, this is rich,” Proof says, leaning against the doorframe and shaking his head. “Am I interrupting something? Nah, scratch that. I know I’m interrupting something.”

Marshall lets out a low groan, pulling back slightly but keeping his hands firmly on you. “Man, do you ever knock?” he snaps, though there’s a hint of a grin tugging at his lips.

“Marshall, you ready to go out and celebrate? The night’s still young."

Marshall doesn’t even look up at him, his focus entirely on you as he steps closer. He takes a slow breath, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Celebrate, huh? Nah, I think I’ll pass on that. I’ve got better plans tonight.”

Proof raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Oh yeah? And what's that?"

Marshall’s lips curve into a flirtatious smile as he moves even closer, his voice lowering to a near whisper. "I’d rather spend the night with her, if you don’t mind." His eyes lock onto yours, a heat building between you both as his gaze lingers, making it clear he’s not just talking about any casual hangout.

You feel your heart skip a beat as Marshall leans in slightly, his breath warm against your ear. "She’s the one I’m celebrating with tonight," he adds, his tone rich with intent, sending a shiver down your spine.

Proof chuckles, looking between the two of you, clearly understanding what’s going on. "Alright, alright, I get it. I’ll leave you two to it. Just don’t keep me waiting too long." He smirks, walking toward the door. “But you owe me a drink later, man.”

Marshall barely acknowledges him, his attention fixed on you. As Proof exits, Marshall turns back, that same smirk never leaving his face. “Now, where were we?” he says, his tone both playful and hungry, eyes never leaving yours. <3

[2b4st4r]

Hello~! Spot here :3

I was wondering if you could do a Whitebeard pirates x idol/model reader? It's just Reader being introduced to the crew by Ace (I wanted to spice things up a little, but I couldn't bear not including one of the ASL ówò')

It still has the same premise of Reader being 'apart' of the ASL when they were younger, but she soon figured out that being a pirate wasn't for her. Which she then became a famous idol/model. I'd think it be really fun if Reader's 'on-stage'/niche is the rude 'player'/'heartbreaker' catagory but in actuality she's just a sweetheart and can even be easily flustered just by simple compliments.

(I just love the ASL so much, they have me and my heart in a chokehold)

As always thank you for reading my request, take care of yourself, and have fun writing :D

A Pirate’s Heart, an Singing Soul 

White beard pirates[ace] x reader

Words:6,679

Warnings: use of y/n,undermining based off appearance.

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Growing up in the rugged embrace of the mountains, you found family in the most unlikely of places. There was Ace, fiery and protective; Sabo, the thoughtful and ambitious one; and Luffy, a whirlwind of rubbery chaos and unwavering dreams. Entrusted to the care of Dadan by the formidable Garp, your days were a blur of wild adventures. You chased down fearsome beasts, stood shoulder-to-shoulder against rogue pirates, and even engaged in spirited, if not slightly chaotic, competitions amongst yourselves. While your friends’ hearts beat with an undeniable rhythm for the pirate life, you often declared your own grand ambitions, promising to join them on the high seas as the captain of your own formidable crew. Even as a child, your spirit was as untamed as the wilderness around you, your strength undeniable.

Yet, there was another world that called to you, a vibrant realm where words danced and melodies soared. You loved the sensation of lyrics unfurling from your lips, your voice a beautiful instrument resonating with soft, clear tones. In solitary moments, you would lose yourself in movement, your body flowing through graceful yet joyously bubbly dances. Sometimes, you’d share this hidden passion with Ace, delighting in his rare smiles as you showcased your talent. You also reveled in the ritual of doing your makeup and choosing the perfect outfit, each choice a brushstroke in the masterpiece of your own unique identity. This was the true essence of you—a girl with a thirst for adventure, yes, but also with a soul deeply moved by the expressive beauty of art.

The years, as they always do, marched onward. The sting of Sabo’s ‘death’ left an indelible mark, and then came the inevitable departures. Ace, true to his word, set sail at seventeen, forging his own path before finding a new home with Whitebeard’s crew. Luffy, equally determined, followed suit at seventeen, his boundless ambition propelling him to form his own crew and eventually claim the mantle of a Yonko. And you? You too embarked on your own journey, gathering a crew, your own nakama, ready to carve your legend into the waves. But something was missing. The grand adventure, the camaraderie—it never quite settled right in your heart. So, with a quiet resolve, you disbanded your crew before you could even truly set sail. Instead, you turned your gaze towards the path you were always meant to walk. You sang. You danced. You adorned yourself in outfits that brought you pure joy. And the world took notice, for you were extraordinarily good at it.

Fame, for you, wasn't a slow burn; it was an explosion. One moment you were a girl with a dream, the next you were a supernova, dazzling the entire Grand Line. Your voice, once a private joy, now echoed in packed concert halls and spilled from Transponder Snails across every island. You became an idol, your face splashed across newspapers and wanted posters (though for entirely different reasons than your former pirate friends). You were on billboards in Sabaody, your songs sung by children in the North Blue, your posters adorning the walls of Marine strongholds (much to their chagrin). From the calmest seas to the turbulent New World, everyone knew your name.

You weren't just a singer; you were a phenomenon. Your performances were legendary, a breathtaking fusion of your powerful vocals, ethereal dances, and dazzling outfits that became trends overnight. You modeled for the most prestigious fashion houses, your unique style setting new standards. Every outfit, every hairstyle, every subtle hint of makeup became an instant sensation. You were an icon, a superstar, undeniably successful in a way you never truly were as a burgeoning pirate captain.

Yet, with this dizzying ascent came a different kind of reputation, one whispered in hushed tones and plastered in the gossip columns alongside your glowing reviews. You became known as a heartbreaker, a player. And honestly? The rumors weren't entirely baseless.

There was that flamboyant Warlord who sent you an entire ship filled with exotic flowers, only for you to politely decline his extravagant dinner invitation, leaving him to mope dramatically on the front page of the next day's paper. Or the stoic Marine Admiral who, after one of your concerts, tried to subtly slip you a love letter written on official Marine stationery – a letter you read, chuckled at, and then accidentally (or perhaps not so accidentally) left on a public bench. Then there was the notorious pirate captain from the New World, infamous for his iron will, who you reportedly led on for weeks with flirtatious glances and playful banter, only to leave him stranded at a high-stakes poker game to catch a last-minute ferry to your next performance. He'd been utterly smitten, and utterly devastated. Even some of your own managers and crew members weren't immune to your charms, often finding themselves hopelessly smitten, only to be gently but firmly redirected back to professional matters. You weren’t malicious, not truly. It was more that your heart, still beating for artistic expression and freedom, simply hadn't found a single anchor. You cherished your independence above all else, and commitment felt like a cage you weren't ready to enter.

Ace knew that smile. He knew that playful wink, even from a grainy newspaper photo. He knew the way her eyes crinkled when she truly laughed, a sound he hadn't heard in years but still remembered like a favorite melody. Her face was everywhere, from the World Economic Journal to the tabloids speculating about her latest rumored conquest. Her songs, those incredible, soaring anthems, drifted from every port, every town, even occasionally reaching the decks of the Moby Dick. And Ace? He definitely saw it. All of it.

He sat on the deck, a crumpled newspaper in his hands, his usual scowl replaced by an expression of pure, unadulterated awe. "Look at her!" he practically shouted, shoving the paper into Marco's face. "Isn't she incredible, yoi?" Marco, perched on the railing, barely spared it a glance. Ace ignored him, turning to Thatch, who was meticulously sharpening his knives. "See that? That's Y/N! The Grand Line's Siren! And I knew her! Knew her before any of you even heard her name!"

He puffed out his chest, a wide, proud grin splitting his face. "She grew up with me, with Sabo and Luffy! Dadan's place, up in the mountains! We fought beasts bigger than us, took on pirates, had races... Man, she was tough even back then. Said she'd be a captain, always did. But this... this is way cooler than being a pirate captain, even if she did say she'd be the best!" He gestured wildly at the paper. "She's famous across the whole damn Grand Line! Even in the New World! And she sings! You should hear her sing, it’s… it’s like nothing else, yoi!"

Thatch chuckled, wiping a knife clean. "We know, Ace. We hear her music everywhere. Hell, even Pops caught a few of her songs on the Transponder Snail last week. Said she had a good voice for someone who wasn't a pirate."

Ace faltered, his jaw dropping slightly. "Wait, you guys already knew about her?"

"Of course we do, yoi," Marco drawled, finally looking at the paper. "She’s practically a household name. My little sister's got all her albums."

"And she's quite the beauty, too," Jozu rumbled from nearby, polishing his diamond arm. "Heard she's broken more hearts than even Whitebeard's shattered ships."

Ace's proud grin tightened into a slight frown. "Heartbreaker? What are you talking about?" He looked down at the paper, noticing for the first time the smaller, bolder headlines tucked beneath the glamorous photos. " 'Y/N: The Grand Line's Most Eligible Player?' 'Another Marine Suitor Left in Her Wake?' What is all this?!" He looked up, bewildered, at his crewmates who merely shrugged or grinned knowingly.

Ace stared at the newspaper, then back at his crewmates, his expression a mixture of disbelief and genuine horror. "A player? A heartbreaker?!" His voice rose, incredulous. "You mean Y/N? My Y/N? The one who used to patch up our cuts when we fell out of trees, who shared her last piece of candy even when she was starving, who cried when Luffy accidentally squashed a beetle?!" He couldn't wrap his head around it. The sweet, kind, fiercely protective girl he knew, now a notorious heartbreaker? It just didn't compute.

"That's the one, yoi," Marco confirmed, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Word is, she's got a knack for charming just about anyone, then leaving 'em high and dry. No harm intended, usually, but a broken heart's still a broken heart."

"Remember that Marine Vice Admiral, 'Iron Fist' Garp's protégé?" Thatch chimed in, wiping down his counter with a rag. "He apparently spent months trying to get a private audience with her. Sent her a whole fleet of supply ships filled with rare teas and jewels. She sent 'em back with a thank-you note and a single, perfectly formed rose. The poor guy hasn't been the same since. They say he paces the deck muttering about 'the one that got away.'"

Jozu grunted, adding, "And then there was that Revolutionary Army commander. Heard he tried to recruit her for their cause, saying her voice could inspire millions. After a week of intense 'negotiations,' he ended up resigning his post to become her personal bodyguard for a month. Said he'd rather protect her 'divine melody' than fight tyrants. She eventually had to politely but firmly tell him she didn't need a bodyguard and sent him packing."

Ace's face crumpled further. "So, she just… breaks hearts for fun?" he mumbled, his pride in her newfound fame warring with his confusion.

"Nah, not for fun," Thatch corrected. "More like… she's got a big heart, but it's not looking for a permanent docking spot, if you catch my drift. She's focused on her music, on her freedom. Commitment seems to be a dirty word to her."

"Plus, with a voice like hers, and looks to match, men just flock to her, yoi," Marco added, shrugging. "Can't really blame her for being selective, or for not wanting to be tied down by all that attention. She's a performer, after all."

Ace looked back at the newspaper, the dazzling image of Y/N's smile now shadowed by the scandalous headlines. His Y/N, the sweet girl from the mountains, was now the Grand Line's most celebrated, and elusive, siren. It was a lot to take in.

Ace crumpled the newspaper in his hand, the image of Y/N's dazzling smile now a challenge, a mystery he needed to solve. His Y/N, the sweet, kind girl, a heartbreaker? It was impossible. Or was it? He wouldn't know unless he saw her, talked to her, really saw what she had become. A sudden, fierce determination lit his eyes.

"That's it!" Ace declared, his voice ringing with newfound resolve as he pushed himself to his feet. "I need to see her. I'm going to ask Pops to take us to her next concert!"

Before Marco or Thatch could even register his words, Ace was a blur, rocketing across the deck towards Whitebeard, who sat regally in his captain's chair, sipping sake.

"Pops!" Ace boomed, sliding to a halt before the massive pirate emperor. "Pops, I need to ask you something! There's this idol, Y/N – she’s one of us, from back home – and she's having a concert soon. Can we go? Please, Pops? It's really important!"

Whitebeard lowered his sake cup, his gaze, sharp despite his age, falling upon his son. He listened patiently as Ace, with uncharacteristic earnestness, explained his connection to Y/N and his burning desire to see her.

"Hmmph," Whitebeard rumbled, stroking his magnificent mustache. He took another sip of sake, his eyes twinkling. "So, my boy wants to see a concert, eh? An old friend from the mountains, you say?" He glanced over at Marco and Thatch, who were watching with amused expressions. "And this 'Y/N'... she's the one making all that racket across the Grand Line, is she?"

Ace nodded vigorously, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Yeah, Pops! That's her! She's amazing! But... there are some things I need to confirm with her."

Whitebeard let out a deep, booming laugh that reverberated across the deck. "Gurarararara! Very well, my son. If it's so important to you, then we shall make a detour. A little music might do us all some good." He raised his cup. "Tell me, boy, where is this concert of hers?"

A wave of relief washed over Ace, and a triumphant grin spread across his face. "Thank you, Pops! Thank you! It's on Jaya! Next week!"

"Jaya, eh?" Whitebeard mused. "A fitting place for a reunion, perhaps. Alright, boys! Set a course for Jaya! My son wants to see his friend sing!"

The cheers from the crew were immediate, a mixture of genuine excitement for a break in their journey and amusement at Ace's obvious glee.

Marco landed beside Ace, shaking his head. "You really managed to pull that off, yoi. Jaya's not exactly on our direct route."

Thatch clapped Ace on the shoulder, a wide grin on his face. "Looks like someone's got a soft spot for the superstar! Just be careful, Ace. That 'heartbreaker' reputation isn't just for show, you know."

Ace just waved them off, his eyes bright with anticipation. "Nah, you guys don't get it. She's Y/N. She's not like that. I'm gonna find out what's really going on." He couldn't wait. He just had to see her.

Jaya's Dazzling Stage

The air in your dressing room on Jaya hummed with an almost electric energy. A week had flown by in a whirlwind of rehearsals, interviews, and final preparations for what promised to be your biggest concert yet. You sat before a brightly lit mirror, a faint, contented smile playing on your lips. This was your sanctuary, the quiet before the storm of adoring fans.

You picked up a fine-tipped brush, expertly tracing a delicate line of shimmering rose gold liquid eyeliner along your lash line, emphasizing the playful, almost mischievous tilt of your eyes. Next came a dusting of soft, peachy blush across your cheekbones, adding a youthful glow. You finished with a generous swipe of glossy, berry-stained lip tint, blotting it gently to achieve a natural, effortless look. Each stroke was practiced, almost meditative, a part of the ritual of transforming into the persona the world knew.

Your outfit, hanging meticulously on a stand, was a masterpiece of your own design: a flowing, iridescent gown that seemed to shift colors with every movement, catching the stage lights like captured starlight. It was daringly cut, showcasing your long legs, but flowed dramatically with a wide, ruffled skirt that would billow enchantingly during your dance numbers. The fabric was light, almost ethereal, allowing for complete freedom of movement. You slipped it on, the cool silk whispering against your skin as you adjusted the delicate straps.

With your makeup done and your gown perfectly settled, you moved to the final, crucial step: preparing your voice. You hummed a few scales, your vocal cords resonating with a rich, clear tone. You then launched into a series of complex vocal warm-ups, starting with soft hums and gradually building to powerful, sustained notes that filled the room. Your voice was a finely tuned instrument, and you treated it with the respect it deserved.

A gentle knock brought you out of your focused state. "Y/N! Five minutes!" your stage manager called.

You took a deep breath, the smile on your lips widening. This was it. You loved this feeling, this moment of anticipation. As the music swelled from beyond the stage, a wave of exhilarating energy washed over you.

You stepped out from the wings, the roar of the crowd hitting you like a physical force. Hundreds of thousands of voices screamed your name, a deafening, beautiful symphony of adoration. Spotlights bathed you in brilliant light, revealing a sea of waving hands and glowing light sticks. You threw your arms wide, a genuine, joyful laugh bubbling up from deep within you. This was your world. This was where you belonged.

The roar of the crowd was a tangible force, a wave of pure adoration that you rode with practiced ease. You grinned, your voice, amplified to reach every corner of the vast stadium, addressing the sea of faces. "Jaya! Are you ready to sing with me tonight?!" A deafening cheer answered you, thousands of voices uniting as one. You spent a few minutes bantering playfully, feeding off their energy, sharing a laugh here and a wink there, making each person feel like you were speaking directly to them.

Then, the lights dimmed, a single spotlight finding you center stage. The opening notes of your most recent hit, "Crimson Tide," swelled from the speakers. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting the music wash over you, then opened them, a captivating intensity in their depths. Your voice, clear and powerful, filled the stadium:

"When the waves crash down, and the sky turns grey,

I’ll find my light, come what may.

Through the storm and strife, a silent prayer,

My spirit’s fire, burning in the air!"

You moved with the music, your iridescent gown shimmering, your every gesture imbued with emotion. The crowd was captivated, many singing along, their faces alight with joy. You were just reaching the crescendo of the chorus, your voice soaring:

"Oh, the crimson tide, it pulls me under,

But my heart's a drum, a rolling thunder!"

Suddenly, there was a blinding flash, a burst of heat, and an impossible amount of fire. It wasn't the controlled pyrotechnics of your stage show; this was raw, living flame. You didn't see what exactly happened, but in an instant, you were airborne, lifted from the stage, surrounded by the intense, orange glow of a roaring inferno. Yet, strangely, it didn't burn. It didn't hurt. It felt… familiar.

Instinct kicked in. Your years of training, of fighting alongside your brothers, surged to the forefront. You activated your Haki, a ripple of invisible force spreading from your body as you prepared to strike. This wasn't an accident; someone had grabbed you. You focused, intending to land a powerful, Haki-infused punch when a voice, incredibly familiar and laced with a hint of panic, rang out.

"Wait! Y/N, wait!"

Your arm froze mid-air. That voice... it couldn't be. Your eyes, now adjusted to the fiery haze, landed on the grinning, freckled face of your brother. Ace.

You hung suspended in the air, enveloped in Ace’s familiar, comforting flames, your Haki dissipating as the realization hit you. It was him. Your brother. After all these years. The confident stage persona, the one who effortlessly charmed thousands, crumbled in an instant. The adrenaline that had surged through you moments ago was replaced by a wave of dizzying nostalgia and an almost childlike shyness.

“Ace?!” The name spilled from your lips, barely a whisper, then louder, laced with incredulity and overwhelming relief. “Ace! What—what are you doing here? And why did you just… kidnap me mid-concert?!” Despite the chaos, a watery smile stretched across your face. It was the smile of the girl who used to tend his scrapes and share secrets under the starry mountain sky, not the siren who captivated the Grand Line.

Ace, still holding you effortlessly, grinned, a flash of his old, mischievous self. "Y/N! I knew it was you! Man, you're even cooler in person than in the papers! Look at you, all famous and shiny!" He laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that pulled at forgotten heartstrings. "Didn't mean to mess up your show, but I just had to see you. Had to make sure you were okay, and... figure some things out." His eyes, so like Luffy's in their directness, searched yours.

He set you down gently, his fiery aura receding, but before you could fully ground yourself, he had you in a tight, bone-crushing hug. "It's been too long, Y/N! Way too long! Look at you, all grown up!"

You clung to him, the soft, sweet part of you taking over completely. "Ace! You idiot! I thought I was being attacked! You're still as reckless as ever!" But your voice was thick with emotion, and a genuine, unburdened laugh escaped you. "And you! You're a Whitebeard pirate! I heard... I heard all sorts of things! You look so strong!"

Aboard the Moby Dick

Moments later, you found yourself on the sprawling deck of the Moby Dick, the legendary Whitebeard pirates staring at you with a mixture of curiosity and thinly veiled anticipation. You could practically feel their expectations – they were ready for the confident, flirtatious idol, the 'player' they'd read about. They expected you to size them up, perhaps even fear them.

But as you stood there, the cool sea breeze rustling your iridescent gown, the shy, mountain-girl Y/N was firmly in control. Your eyes, usually bold and direct, darted around, taking in the immense ship and the formidable crew. Ace, beaming with pride, led you towards the giant figure seated in the captain's chair.

"Pops! This is her! This is Y/N!" Ace announced, his voice practically bursting with excitement.

You took a deep breath, your heart doing a strange flutter-kick in your chest. Before the mighty Emperor, the world's strongest man, the carefully constructed facade of the Grand Line's Siren vanished completely. You remembered the lessons Dadan had instilled, the respect for those who protected you. You curtsied deeply, a graceful, almost old-fashioned gesture.

"Sir," you murmured, your voice soft, devoid of any stage bravado. "Thank you. Thank you for allowing me to be brought aboard. It's an honor to meet you, Sir Whitebeard." You kept your head slightly bowed, a flush rising in your cheeks.

A ripple went through the gathered crew. Marco, who had been leaning against the mast with a knowing smirk, blinked. Thatch, who had been ready with a witty remark about heartbreakers, closed his mouth. Jozu, ever stoic, looked genuinely surprised. This wasn't the Y/N they had seen plastered across the newspapers.

Whitebeard's deep chuckle rumbled through the ship. "Gurarararara! No need for such formalities, child. Any friend of Ace's is welcome here. So, you're the one who caused such a fuss in the papers, eh?" He eyed you kindly. "My son here insisted we see you. Said he needed to 'confirm some things'."

You straightened slightly, meeting his gaze, a genuine, albeit still shy, smile on your lips. "Ace is still as impulsive as ever, Sir," you said with a light laugh, glancing at your brother who just grinned unapologetically. "But... it's truly wonderful to see him."

Thatch elbowed Marco, a whisper just loud enough to be heard. "Well, I'll be damned. She's actually... sweet."

Marco merely raised an eyebrow, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Indeed, yoi. Quite different from the rumors."

The Whitebeard pirates, initially expecting a flamboyant diva, found themselves charmed by your genuine warmth and surprising humility. You, in turn, found yourself drawn to their boisterous camaraderie and the unwavering loyalty they showed towards Whitebeard. It was like stepping into a ready-made family, a chaotic, loud, but undeniably loving one.

"So, you're a singer, eh?" Thatch asked, a grin spreading across his face as he offered you a skewer of grilled meat. "Heard you've got a voice that could make a grown man weep."

You laughed, accepting the skewer. "I try my best," you said, your cheeks flushing slightly under his scrutiny. "It's... it's my passion. It's what I always wanted to do."

"And a looker, too," Marco added, his usual sardonic tone softened with genuine curiosity. "Ace here practically had a heart attack when he saw you in the papers. Said you used to be a little hellion in the mountains."

"I was," you admitted, a mischievous glint returning to your eyes. "We all were. Ace, Luffy, Sabo... we were a handful."

"Wait," a young pirate with bright pink hair interrupted, his eyes wide. "You know Straw Hat Luffy? The Yonko?"

You nodded, a fond smile gracing your lips. "He's my brother. Annoying, reckless, but my brother."

A collective gasp went through the crew. "You're related to a Yonko?!" someone exclaimed.

"And Sabo?" another voice asked. "The Revolutionary Army's Chief of Staff?"

"Him too," you confirmed, your smile turning slightly bittersweet. "We were all raised together."

The pirates exchanged bewildered glances. This sweet, graceful woman was connected to some of the most powerful and notorious figures in the world.

"So, what made you decide to become a singer instead of a pirate?" a burly pirate with a braided beard asked, his voice genuinely curious.

You hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Actually," you said, your voice dropping slightly, "I... I used to be a pirate too."

The silence that followed was deafening. Every eye on deck was fixed on you.

"I had my own crew," you continued, a hint of sadness in your voice. "My own nakama. But... it never felt right. The fighting, the constant danger... it wasn't for me. My heart belonged to something else."

You looked around at the faces of the Whitebeard pirates, their expressions now a mixture of shock and understanding. "I disbanded my crew before we even made a name for ourselves. I wanted to sing, to dance, to express myself. And that's what I did."

A slow smile spread across Whitebeard's face. "Gurarararara! A pirate turned songbird! And a damn good one at that! You've got spirit, girl. And a voice that could calm the seas."

The tension on deck dissipated, replaced by a sense of camaraderie. You, the idol, the heartbreaker, the former pirate, had somehow found your place among the Whitebeard pirates. They weren't afraid of you; they were intrigued, impressed, and strangely, welcoming. You, in turn, felt a sense of belonging you hadn't expected.

The sun began to dip towards the horizon, painting the sky in fiery hues that mirrored Ace's own element. You found yourselves leaning against the Moby Dick's railing, watching the waves churn, a comfortable silence settling between you and Ace.

"So, the 'Grand Line's Siren,' huh?" Ace finally mused, nudging you playfully with his elbow. "Never thought I'd see your face on a newspaper for anything other than 'local nuisance eludes capture' or something."

You chuckled, nudging him back. "And you, 'Fire Fist Ace,' commander of the Second Division. Never thought I'd see you in uniform, taking orders from anyone."

He scoffed good-naturedly. "Pops is different. This crew... it's different. It's home." He paused, then his expression grew serious. "But about those papers, Y/N. All that 'heartbreaker,' 'player' stuff... is it true?"

You sighed, looking out at the endless ocean. "It's complicated, Ace. People see what they want to see. I value my independence, my freedom. And... when you're in the public eye like this, people make assumptions. They build narratives. Sometimes, it's just easier to let them." You turned to him, your gaze earnest. "I never intentionally hurt anyone, Ace. I just... I haven't found anyone worth giving up my freedom for, yet. Not in that way."

Ace studied your face, then a slow grin spread across his features. "Good. You better not have. If anyone messed with my sister, I'd burn their ships down." He punched your arm lightly. "But still, sounds like you've got them all wrapped around your little finger. Just like you always did with Sabo and Luffy."

"Hey!" you protested, but you couldn't help but smile. "We were just very... persuasive."

Later that evening, as the crew gathered for dinner, Marco and Thatch sidled up to your table.

"Still surprised, yoi," Marco drawled, taking a bite of fish. "The infamous Y/N, eating stew with us like any normal person. Ace here has been insufferable with pride all day, by the way."

Ace, from across the table, just puffed out his chest. "That's my sister! What did you expect?"

"We expected a diva who'd demand caviar and a private security detail," Thatch retorted, eyeing your empty bowl. "Not someone who'd ask for seconds of my stew."

You laughed, a genuine, uninhibited sound. "Your stew is incredible, Thatch! And honestly, being a diva is exhausting. This is... nice. Normal." You looked at them, a warmth spreading through you. "I haven't had a proper family dinner like this in years."

"So, you really fought wild animals and pirates in the mountains?" Thatch asked, his eyes gleaming with fascination. "Tell us some stories! Ace is too busy bragging about how fast you were, he forgets the details."

You glanced at Ace, who was already beaming, silently urging you on. "Oh, Ace was always getting into trouble. One time, Luffy thought he could wrestle a bear, and Ace jumped in without a second thought. Sabo and I had to rig a trap to get the bear off them. And then there was the time we tried to steal from the Goa Kingdom nobles..."

As you recounted tales of your childhood, the Whitebeard pirates listened, captivated. You shared stories of Luffy's absurd antics, Sabo's clever schemes, and Ace's fiery impulsiveness. You described the fierce joy of battling beasts, the thrill of outsmarting bandits, and the unbreakable bond you forged with your brothers. You weren't the distant idol anymore; you were Y/N, the girl from the mountains, a part of their brother's past, and now, unexpectedly, a fleeting but cherished part of their present.

The tales of your past, of battling beasts and outsmarting bandits, had captivated the crew. As the laughter from one of your stories died down, a thoughtful voice cut through the air. It was Vista, the elegant swordsman, who spoke. "So, Y/N, you said you were a captain once, before all this singing. Are you still strong? Do you still fight?"

Before you could even open your mouth to answer, a younger, brash pirate, who looked barely out of his teens, scoffed loudly from the back of the group. "Are you kidding? Strong? She looks like a porcelain doll! A princess, not a pirate! Probably couldn't even lift a sword now that she's prancing around in pretty dresses." He gestured dismissively at your flowing gown.

A dangerous glint entered your eyes, a spark of the old mountain spirit that had been lying dormant. The polite, sweet demeanor vanished, replaced by a steely resolve. You rose slowly from your seat, your iridescent gown shimmering under the ship's lanterns, a subtle smile playing on your lips.

"Wanna bet?" you challenged, your voice low, clear, and utterly devoid of the playful tone you'd used minutes before.

The young pirate, clearly emboldened by his perceived cleverness, puffed out his chest. "Yeah, I bet! You wouldn't last five seconds against a real pirate!"

From beside you, Ace let out a pained wince. He mumbled, almost to himself, "Oh, he's going to regret that. Big time."

Marco sighed, shaking his head. "Idiot, yoi."

Thatch, ever the pragmatist, stepped forward. "Hold on, kid. You really shouldn't pick a fight with a lady, especially not one that Ace here clearly looks up to."

"Yeah, man, she's Whitebeard's guest!" another pirate chimed in.

But the young pirate was too full of himself to listen. "Nah, I wanna see what this 'former captain' can really do! Let's see if she's all talk!"

You merely raised an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement in your gaze. "Alright. Rules?"

Whitebeard, who had been observing the exchange with a keen interest, let out a deep chuckle. "Gurarararara! Let them have their fun, boys. A little spar won't hurt anyone. Just no killing blows, and no Haki beyond observation, unless absolutely necessary. A friendly match." His eyes twinkled as he looked from you to the cocky youngster.

The deck cleared quickly, creating a makeshift arena. The young pirate, whose name you learned was Finn, pulled out a rather well-used cutlass, striking a dramatic pose. He smirked. "Ready to get knocked back to your concert hall, princess?"

You simply smiled, a genuine, confident smile that spoke of battles long past. You kicked off your delicate slippers, letting your bare feet grip the wooden deck. Your iridescent gown, designed for graceful movement, was surprisingly unrestrictive. You tied a section of your long hair back with a quick, practiced hand, securing it out of your face. You didn't reach for a weapon. You didn't need one.

Ace watched, a mixture of apprehension and grim satisfaction on his face. "He really has no idea," he muttered to Marco, who merely nodded, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Absolutely no idea."

Finn lunged first, a wild, overconfident swing of his cutlass aimed at your head. He expected you to shriek, to flinch, to cower. Instead, you moved with a fluid grace that belied your flowing gown. Your bare foot pivoted, and you ducked under his clumsy attack, the blade whistling harmlessly over your hair. The scent of ozone filled the air as you briefly brushed past Ace, who leaned forward, intently watching every move.

Finn, surprised by your agility, stumbled. Before he could regain his footing, you spun, your iridescent dress flaring out like a vibrant, dangerous halo. Your leg shot out, a swift, precise kick to his elbow that made him yelp and momentarily lose his grip on the cutlass. It clattered to the deck.

"What the—?!" Finn stammered, his bravado quickly crumbling into confusion.

You didn't wait. As he reeled, you were already closing the distance. Your movements were a dance, a terrifyingly beautiful ballet of combat. You weaved around his flailing arms, a whirlwind of motion. A swift jab to his solar plexus left him gasping. A precisely aimed palm strike to his chin snapped his head back. You moved with an efficiency born from years of fighting not just pirates, but wild beasts whose very survival depended on their ferocity. Your strength wasn't just physical; it was a raw, primal energy, honed by the wilderness.

Finn, despite his bulk, was outmatched. He swung wildly, blindly, but you were always one step ahead, anticipating his every move. Your Haki, though kept internal and subtle, allowed you to sense his intentions before he even formed them. You dodged a clumsy punch, then, with unexpected power, grabbed his outstretched arm. With a practiced twist and a grunt, you flung him over your shoulder, sending him sprawling across the deck with a resounding thud.

He landed hard, winded and stunned. He scrambled to get up, but before he could, you were there, a foot planted lightly but firmly on his chest. You weren't exerting much pressure, but the message was clear. You were utterly, completely dominant. Your face, usually soft, held a cool, unwavering gaze that promised severe pain if he dared to move.

A stunned silence had fallen over the deck. The Whitebeard pirates, who had expected a quick, maybe even embarrassing, defeat for you, were now gaping.

"What in the...?" Thatch whispered, his jaw practically on the deck. "She just... dominated him!"

Marco let out a low whistle. "Well, yoi. So much for 'princess.' She moves like a beast. And with that dress on!"

Jozu grunted, a rare smile tugging at his lips. "Impressive. Very impressive. That boy won't be underestimating a 'lady' again."

Ace, however, was beaming, a triumphant, almost smug look on his face. "Told you! I told you she was strong! You guys just wouldn't listen!" He shook his head. "Still got it, Y/N! Knew you would!"

Whitebeard let out another booming laugh, a sound of genuine amusement and admiration. "Gurarararara! It seems my son's friend is more than just a pretty voice! That was a display of true strength, child! Finn, perhaps you've learned a valuable lesson today?"

Finn, still gasping for air beneath your foot, could only manage a feeble nod. His face was pale, his earlier arrogance completely evaporated.

You finally removed your foot, offering him a small, almost apologetic smile. "Good fight," you said, your voice returning to its gentle tone. "Just... don't underestimate anyone based on how they look, okay?"

The deck erupted in cheers and laughter, most of it directed good-naturedly at Finn, but all of it laced with newfound respect for you. The Grand Line's Siren had just proven that her beauty and voice were far from her only weapons.

Finn, still a bit dazed, scrambled to his feet, rubbing his sore spots. He cast a wary glance at you, then bowed clumsily. "Yes, ma'am! Understood, ma'am! Never again!" The cockiness was gone, replaced by a healthy dose of fear and, surprisingly, admiration. He'd expected a gentle shove, maybe a scratch. He hadn't expected to be tossed like a rag doll by a woman in a flowing dress. From that day on, Finn became one of your most ardent, if slightly terrified, fans on the Moby Dick.

The atmosphere on deck shifted noticeably after your demonstration. The younger pirates, who might have initially been a bit star-struck or even dismissive, now looked at you with a mixture of awe and genuine respect. Even the hardened veterans of Whitebeard's crew, who rarely showed surprise, exchanged impressed nods.

Thatch approached you, a wide grin on his face. "Alright, Y/N, that was incredible! You've got some serious moves. Where'd you learn all that, besides the mountain wilderness?"

You shrugged modestly. "Mostly the wilderness. You learn quickly when your little brothers keep trying to fight bears and pick fights with grown men. And sometimes," you added, a glint in your eye, "you learn by having to outrun pissed-off pirates. You pick up a few tricks."

Marco, ever the observer, chimed in, "You've got good Haki, yoi. Subtle, but strong. It's not something you just pick up in the mountains."

You smiled faintly. "Garp taught us a few things, back when he thought he could 'discipline' us. And my brothers... well, they're pretty good at pushing you to your limits." You didn't elaborate on the specifics of your Haki training, preferring to keep some things close to your chest.

Ace slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a side hug. "See? I told you she was amazing! She could probably take on half of you guys blindfolded!"

"Hold on, Ace, let's not get ahead of ourselves, yoi," Marco cautioned, though a smile played on his lips. "But she definitely held her own. More than held her own."

Dinner that night was even livelier than before. The tales you recounted about your childhood with Ace, Sabo, and Luffy now held an added layer of gravitas. The crew pictured not just mischievous children, but formidable young warriors honing their skills in a harsh environment. Questions about your past as a pirate captain came up again, but this time with genuine curiosity, not skepticism.

"So, what kind of crew did you have?" someone asked.

"Not a very big one," you admitted, a pang of sadness briefly clouding your eyes. "Just a few friends from a town I stayed in. We were trying to find our footing, make a name... but as I said, it just wasn't me." You paused, then added, "I didn't want to conquer islands, or amass treasure. I just wanted to see the world, and sing my way through it."

Whitebeard watched you, a rare, knowing smile on his face. He understood ambition, and he understood a heart’s true calling. He raised his sake cup. "To Y/N! The Grand Line's Siren, and a true warrior beneath the silks! May her journey be filled with music and endless adventure!"

The crew roared in agreement, raising their own cups. You felt a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the setting sun. For the first time in a long time, the weight of your public persona, the 'heartbreaker' reputation, felt lighter. Here, on the Moby Dick, among these rough but honorable pirates, you were just Y/N. Ace's sister. And that felt like coming home.

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(P.s haii spott! I hope you enjoyed, sorry it took a while I’ve been doing things irl recently so I’ve had less time for writing but I hope this is still enjoyable! also I was wondering if you’re OK with romance, I was debating lmfully going y/n x ace route, like romantically, but idk if your okay with that:/)

(Everyone else: one more request before I open them again! I just don’t wanna stress myself and give up— I tend to do that btw. Just so you yknow. And I have like 40 planned projects I’m working on rn that arnt req😭)

[latin5mamii]

Backstage -Jude Bellingham

|WARNINGS: cute and fluff |AUTHOR'S NOTE:inspired by remmysthings request (Jude Bellingham xSinger reader) |SUMMARY:You couldn't imagine that the world's best footballer had a little crush on you..

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”Jude says to his friends while watching you perform, almost

enchanted by your skill and beauty. You were called to perform in a stadium, where all the celebrities would be there to watch you.

"She's also very good, I mean look at her-" 

"Jude, please stop.Just confess to her already" says his friend, Erling, poor guy, he just wanted to hear some good music but unfortunately he happened to be sitting next to Jude.

"How about next time you make a sign that says 'Y/N I love you'?" Trent says jokingly, lightly slapping Jude's cheek.

Before Jude could reply, the crowd erupted into applause as your performance came to an end. With a final bow and a gracious smile, you left the stage to the thunderous applause of thousands.

“We have to go to the fucking backstage and you have to congratulate, and maybe, even exchange numbers”Trent’s idea was approved by Erling too,so he took Jude by the hand, just like a baby, and they drag him to the backstage to talk to you.

With every step that brought them closer to backstage, Jude almost wanted to go back.

"Maybe it's not a good idea, I don't even know what to say to her"

"Flirt with her a little, be a gentleman and see that it's done. Have you ever been rejected?"

"No, is this even a question?"

"So what are you worried about?"

"Maybe he has traumas," Erling says, laughing along with Trent.

But now it was too late to go back out, there you were, talking to the festival organizer, taking compliments and saying goodbye.

As soon as you finish talking to her you lock eyes with Jude and smile at him, you literally see him being pushed towards you by his friends and he holds out his hand for you to shake it.

Jude took a deep breath and approached you tentatively. When you turned and caught his eye, your smile widened, and Jude felt a surge of determination.

"Hi," Jude greeted, his voice slightly hoarse from nerves but filled with sincerity. "I just wanted to say... that was an incredible performance. Really, really amazing."

You looked pleasantly surprised by his approach, a blush creeping onto your cheeks at his compliment. "Thank you so much," you replied warmly. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"I'm Jude," he introduced himself, extending his hand towards you.

"I'm Y/N," you said with a smile, shaking his hand gently. "It's nice to meet you, Jude."

Jude grinned, feeling a rush of adrenaline as he stood there talking to you. His nervousness melted away as he engaged in light-hearted banter, sharing goofy stories and laughing together about festival mishaps.

"So, Y/N," Jude began with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "do you always make such amazing music, or are we just lucky tonight?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his playful charm. "I guess you're just lucky tonight," you teased, enjoying the playful banter.

As the conversation continued, Jude found himself genuinely enjoying your company. He felt at ease, making silly jokes and sharing lighthearted moments with you. Trent and Erling watched from a distance, grinning proudly at their friend's newfound confidence.

"Well, Y/N, I don't want to keep you from celebrating," Jude eventually said with a mock-serious expression. "But maybe we could continue this conversation over... I don't know, a dance-off?"

You laughed, shaking your head in amusement. "As tempting as that sounds, I think I'll pass on the dance-off for now," you replied with a playful wink.

"Fair enough," Jude conceded with a grin. "But how about we exchange numbers instead? You know, for... future dance-offs."

You nodded, unable to suppress a smile at his infectious energy. "Sure, I'd like that," you agreed, exchanging numbers with Jude amidst playful banter.

He introduced you to his friends and then you said goodbye. Watching them going out you couldn’t help but smile,I mean, he’s hot, and you know it.

“Good job,mate!But don’t forget the sign next time,alright?”

“Shut up you jealous little shit”

[starkeyszn]

SINGER READER X RAPPER CHRIS HEAD CANNONS ˚✧ ﾟ.

pairing: rapper chris¡ singer reader!

singer¡ reader is referred to as a her.

rapper chris¡ who includes singer¡reader voicemails in songs.

rapper chris¡ who wears a chri$ necklace.

rapper chris¡ who has a special nickname for singer¡reader and uses it in verses. (e.g rose,daisy)

rapper chris¡ who mentioned singer¡reader in his songs before they got together.

rapper chris¡ who always brings singer reader¡ along with him to certain events.

rapper chris¡ who would always use singer¡reader in his music videos.

rapper chris¡ helping singer¡reader write her songs.

rapper chris¡ bringing singer¡reader along with him to the studio to record.

rapper chris¡ always supporting singer¡reader and posting her songs.

rapper chris¡ randomly showing up to singer¡reader ‘s concert and never telling her.

singer reader¡ dedicating most of her songs to chris.

singer reader¡ always reposting chris’ music, and ig posts.

rapper chris¡ giving singer¡reader special access backstage, always giving her v.i.p passes.

rapper chris¡ letting singer¡reader try on his different chains.

rapper chris¡ album cover, is some part of singer¡reader. (part of her body.)

lex notes: this is my first time ever posting something like this, sorry if it’s bad🥲… full creds goes to @chrissdollie for the ‘rapper chris’ character. credits to @anitalenia for the different dividers. some of the head cannons credits goes to @spookystrns ! 💌

[mclacedes]

sweet like candy (LN4 SMAU)

summary: in which Lando is a complete simp over singer Y/N L/N , and then finally meet!

warnings: a little bit of hate, cursing, suggestive content

pairing: lando norris × singer!reader

face claim: sabrina carpenter / morgan riddle

✧ previously - next up

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ENJOY. 　⁺ 　 . ✦

ynln

📍 the paddock

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ynln: thank u @/mclaren for inviting me & also congrats on the win @/landonorris :) in this house, we love a good fight!

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ynfan1: girl didn't know you were papaya

ynln: i didn't either :)

ynfan2: bby, blink twice if that is lando's camera

landofan1: let the clownery begin

ynfan2: this is honestly all i needed to be happy

landonorris: thanks for coming over, loved teaching you italian! ❤️ by author

landofan3: i can literally picture him saying "Io sono il lago" (yo soy lago / i am a lake)

ybffname: ok when can i come over

ynhater1: have you noticed how needy you sound?

landofan2: my literal parents and i'm not even kidding

ynfan5: same over here

landofan4: what was your favorite moment?

ynln: lando going back to first after overtaking max v. when i tell you that i SCREAMED....

landofan5: she's one of us, chat

mclaren: Thank you for accepting the invite, Y/n! We loved having you around 🧡

y/n via instagram stories

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landonorris: it was lovely to met you, Y/n! you should come over more often!

landonorris: or not

landonorris: it is not that I don't want you here, but you must be very busy

ynln: hahaha it was fun meeting you too, norris!

ynln: got a few recording sessions coming up, but i'll be free in two weeks

landonorris: i'll go back to monaco around sep 5th. we could meet or something

ynln: are you asking me out on a date, norris?

landonorris: only if you'd like it to be a date, ma'am

ynln: see you on sep 7th then?

landonorris: sounds like a plan to me :)

ynln: a very good plan btw

[afterglowsainz]

when you walk away | lando norris

pairing: lando norris x singer!reader

summary: lando is having trouble dealing with breaking up with you and you moving on

fc: olivia rodrigo

warnings: a little angst, messed up timeline

a/n: formula 1 is back! and so are my fics about the race winner 🥳

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landonorris two years together with the loveliest and most talented girl in the world. my heart still beats faster every time you’re around ❤️

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username so excited for the tour again 🤩

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f1gossip recent pictures of lando norris partying in hungary, belgium and monaco

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username how is he still alive

username he’s been partying kind of a lot no? every weekend at least

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username my take is that him and y/n broke up and this is his way of coping

username honestly … makes sense

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username good luck y/n 👍🏽

username he lowkey had a glow up 👀

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yourusername happy to be back on the road 🎸 kentucky you were too much ✨✨✨

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username talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before

username thinking about this night till my last day

username y/n y/l/n the absolute icon that you are

username no lando like or comment ohhh is it crazy to say they broke up?

username please don’t put this into the universe i can’t take it

username im living for this y/n era

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f1gossip lando norris recently seen kissing a bunch of different women in monaco

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username 💔💔💔

username oh he really is heartbroken

username I VOLUNTEER

username why do they all lowkey look like y/n 👀

username OMG YES i thought i was the only one who saw it

username bro has a type

username so like what places in monaco ??? asking for a friend

username fuckboy lando was never a conspiracy theory 😔

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landonorrisupdates lando showed his new cat on stream tonight! it’s a girl and her name is y/n/n 🐱

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username BROTHER 😭😭😭

username there no way he actually named his cat the nickname he used to call y/n

username he is NOT over the break up

username my guy it’s been seven months let it goooo

username ignoring her name … that’s the cutest cat i’ve ever seen 🥰

username YES she really is adorable 💗

username not to be dramatic but i would die for y/n/n

username no i get it lando if my ex was y/n y/l/n i would also be obsessed

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username she’s dating carlos alcaraz ??? that’s so random 😭

username i’m kinda obsessed with this couple 🤭

username no more vroom vroom i guess 😔

username it’s been almost a YEAR of no vroom vroom please let it go

username someone check on lando!

username oh no! another celebrity couple i’m gonna be completely in love with!

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yourusername i’m not on that level yet 😭

landonorris don’t worry, max sucks too

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[iamred-iamyellow]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Encontrar tu media naranja

♥ pairing: lando norris x latina!fem!singer!reader

♥ synopsis: during one of your concerts a fan threw their phone up on stage. after you finished recording a video, you tried tossing it back to them and ended up accidentally hitting a world famous f1 driver in the face

♥ smau - none of the pictures are mine - face claim: alexa demie

♥ warnings: swearing, blood, accidental violence lol !!!

♥ a/n: if I had a nickel for every time I wrote a fanfic about finding love by getting hit in the face with object I'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice. + ignore spelling errors in my Spanish please some of it autocorrected lol

♥ masterlist

You turned your back towards the crowd as people cheered. You raised the phone in your hand up high to get as many people in the video as possible. After you ended the recording, you clicked the phone off and tried tossing it back to the original fan that threw it on stage.

There was an audible gasp from the crowd around the barricades as the phone hit a man's face. You covered your gaping mouth with your hand as you realized what you'd just done.

Your jaw was still dropped as you tried to speak.

"¿Estás bien?" you questioned.

(are you okay?)

You panicked internally as you tried to think of what to do.

"Can we get him some help?" you said, turning your gaze towards a few security guards.

"Todo el mundo por favor retroceda."

(everyone please stand back)

Security walked the man and his party out of the stadium rendering you absolutely speechless.

"Uhm," you said into the mic. "Did you get your phone back?" you asked the initial fan with an embarrassed expression.

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yourusername IM SO SORRY I HOPE YOU'RE DOING OK

user6 HOW HARD DID SHE THROW THAT PHONE 😭😭😭

user9 miss girl can THROWWW

user1 y/n l/n baseball career when?

user7 girl needs to be pitching for the red sox, fuck 😭

user5 I feel so bad for laughing so hard

user10 the piss poor bandages on his nose-

user4 why is there so much blood holy shit

user12 didn't know Lando was a fan of her

user14 pretty sure Carlos dragged him to her concert lol

user2 not his friends laughing at him 💀

user18 someone drop the video

user16 is he okay?!?!

user17 meet cute 😍

user1 WHY IS THIS IS SO FUNNY

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yourusername safe to say he forgave me

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user7 STUNNER

user1 you can throw a phone at my face any time 🤷‍♀️

user6 LANDO NOWINS NO MORE

user9 I will never get over this 😭

user18 it was just an inchident

user16 wait she wasn't wearing that while she was there??

user19 pretty sure that was a pic of her at whatever after parties they went to lol

user14 Florida nights are cold as fuck

user4 do you think Carlos is jealous of all the attention Lando is getting from her

user2 the poly fics write themselves

user10 oh my god YESSS!!!

user50 why does f1 invite celebrities that know nothing about the sport???

user12 not her wearing landos merch

user3 im sure he made her wear it lmaoo

user5 LANDO'S FIRST WIN

user17 P1 LETS FUCKING GO

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-A Few Months Later-

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yourusername @ landonorris

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carlossainz55 and this was the same guy who was complaining about going to her concert a few months ago

landonorris if I remember correctly that concert ended pretty badly for me

user12 you got a girlfriend out of it I’d call that a win

user40 @/user12 they're not dating ???

user10 find someone who smiles at you the way they smile at each other

user9 they’re so cute

user3 don’t be shy drop the picture(s) he took of her

user7 I need him I fear

user8 📱👃

user1 hes so cute

user13 just date already

user15 you're so pretty

user17 I will literally never forget her breaking his nose lmaooo

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yourusername my new single "encontrar tu media naranja" is out now 🧡

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user8 ok but why does the guy in the music video look like lando...

user7 oh my god

user13 I see the vision

user9 YOURE ONTO SOMETHING

user1 Kali Uchis collab when?

user12 literally begging for a song with her, kali, and peso pluma

user3 orange sodas >>>

user24 📱👃

user11 this song is so good 🧡

user18 who's the guy in the mv???

user19 shes gorgeous

user17 I love her

user25 wait this is the singer that broke lando's nose

user5 🧡🧡🧡

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yourusername encontré a mi otra mitad

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landonorris te amo querida 🧡

yourusername 🧡

user5 bro's adorable

user2 encontrar tu media naranja? more like econtrar tu media papaya

user1 that's an interesting angle

user9 Lando still doesn't know how to make a heart with his hands lmao 😭

user7 I FUCKING KNEW IT !!!

user11 YESSS

user14 and now they're married with five kids

user18 mom and dad

carlossainz55 formally known as lando "who's y/n?"Norris

landonorris ive grown since then

user12 fuck Romeo and Juliet I want what they have

user6 so the song WAS about lando

user8 and it all started with a phone 📱

user10 I'm tearing up

[alastor-simp]

Special Guest🎙🎵 - Alastor x Singer Reader

Whoosh!~ A cool breeze was blowing, giving you goosebumps. Your body was sitting on the railing of your bedroom porch. Just one more inch and you would tumble down. You were gazing at the sky, admiring the crimson red and the black stared orb. Peaceful moments like this were relaxing to you, despite the mast amount of pollution in the air. Heaving a sigh, you continued to gaze at the stars, humming out a song. That humming eventually turned into lyric, and you sang them outloud to yourself:

🎵If you weren't born with it You can buy a couple ornaments Just be sure to read the warning, kids 'Cause pretty soon you'll be bored of it Sexual, hey girl if you wanna feel sexual You can always call up a professional They stick pins in you like a vegetable

Kids forever, kids forever Baby soft skin turns into leather Don't be dramatic it's only some plastic No one will love you if you're unattractive

Oh Mrs. Potato Head tell me Is it true that pain is beauty? Does a new face come with a warranty? Will a pretty face make it better? Oh Mr. Potato Head tell me How did you afford her surgery? Do you swear you'll stay forever Even if her face don't stay together Even if her face don't stay together...🎵

(Song/Lyrics Credit - "Mrs Potato Head" - Melanie Martinez)

As you continued to belt out the lyrics, an ominous shadow appeared behind you, watching you. Soon your song drew to an end. A sound of clapping hands appeared from behind you, making you yelp it fright. Turning your head back, you realized it was Alastor. He was smiling widely like a kid in a candy store. "Bravo, my dear!! What an amazing voice you have!" His feet carried him over to you, standing very close to the railing where you sat. Blushing, you casted your head down: "I'm not that good Al." Hands were placed on your face, pulling it back towards Al. "Don't be harsh on yourself, my dear! That was the best performance I have ever listened to! Why have you been hiding this secret from me?" Alastors hands continued to pinch your cheeks, his crimson eyes gazing at you with excitement. Pushing him back a bit, to leave your cheeks alone, you turned back towards the view. "I always had a fondness for music growing up. It was quite a shock to me when I realized that I could sing. I honestly suspected to sound like nails on a chalkboard when I first tried it out." Chuckling to yourself, you looked back at Al, who was laughing along with you at your explanation. "I imagined later on in my life I would make a career out of it, but I just never got around to doing it."

Alastor continued to gaze at your melancholic expression. He admired how passionate you were about singing. He himself adore music and he could sing as well. It pained him a bit that you never got to pursue your dreams. Leaning his body down, crossing his arms on the railing, he gazed at you, eyes flashing crimson. "Well I must say my dear, I'm already an instant fan! I wouldn't mind you showing off your talent during one of my broadcasts!" Almost falling off the railing in shock, you caught yourself. HE WANTED YOU TO SING DURING HIS RADIO BROADCASTS!!! "Y-you joking right?" Waiting for him to admit that he was joking. He laughed outloud. "Yes Indeedy! The wayward souls in hell would enjoy it very much, including myself!" His words were sincere, no distrust was spewing from his mouth. Twirling your hair with your finger, you looked down. "O-okay, if its alright with you." Alastor jumped back into his normal height, and wrapped his arm around your back, giving you a brief hug. "Excellent my dear! My broadcast starts at 11:00 AM, on the dot! Try to give some thought on what song you wish to perform. See you tomorrow, darling!" He was practically beaming, when he was talking to you. He soon disappeared, melding into a shadow.

It took you a bit to figure out what just happened. Alastor really wanted you to sing at his radio tower. You knew how much he valued his radio broadcasts, so you knew you needed to prepare yourself. Last thing you wanted was ruining the broadcast and upsetting Al. After that interaction with Al, you searched for what song you wanted to sing. Memorizing the lyrics and singing some parts out, making sure your vocal cords could handle it. You went to bed that night, nervous and excited for tomorrow.

**Tomorrow Morning, at 10:50 AM**

Sitting on a chair, you gazed around, taking in every little detail. Both you and Al were inside his radio tower, attached to the hotel. It was a cozy little studio. There was a giant window, looking down at the city. There was a desk and chair adorned with dear horns. A large stag head was mounted on the wall. On top of the large desk, was a set of microphones and buttons. Alastor was pressing a bunch of buttons, making sure everything was set for today's show. It still felt like a dream that you were in this situation right now. Maybe Alastor is a bit of a softie behind that evil radio demon status he holds. Settling down in his chair, he set his microphone cane in front of him, and adjusting yours at the same time. "Its showtime!" he says, smiling like the joker.

"Salutations! Ladies and Gentleman. What a good day to be on the air!" he started his introduction, causing you to smile. "Today's broadcast is a very special one indeed! Today I have a very talented sinner performing for all you people listening in! Allow me to introduce, Y/N!" His hand extended to you, like he was in a play. An applause soundtrack played as well. "U-um Hello everyone!" you stuttered in your speech, mentally cursing yourself for doing so. "HAHAHA! They are a little shy, but don't be fooled. They have a voice so incredible it will knock your socks off! Ready, my dear?" His eyes glanced over to you, making sure you were ok to start. Nodding yes, you took a deep breath, attempting to calm your nerves. Then you started to sing.

(Credit to Annapantsu. Check out her covers. Shes amazing!!!)

🎵Birds flying high You know how I feel Sun in the sky You know how I feel Breeze driftin' on by You know how I feel

It's a new dawn It's a new day It's a new life For me And I'm feeling good I'm feeling good

Fish in the sea You know how I feel River running free You know how I feel Blossom on a tree You know how I feel

It's a new dawn It's a new day It's a new life For me And I'm feeling good

Dragonfly out in the sun, you know what I mean, don't you know Butterflies all havin' fun, you know what I mean Sleep in peace when day is done, that's what I mean And this old world is a new world And a bold world For me For me

Stars when you shine You know how I feel Scent of the pine You know how I feel Oh, freedom is mine And I know how I feel

It's a new dawn It's a new day It's a new life

It's a new dawn It's a new day It's a new life It's a new dawn It's a new day It's a new life It's a new life For me

And I'm feeling good I'm feeling good I feel so good I feel so good🎵

During your whole performance, Alastor was staring at you in shock. Your voice was heavenly!!! Not only did you sound spectacular, but you were singing his favorite genre of music, JAZZ!! Oh how delightful!!! Catching him staring at you, you gave a small wink. Radio screech! His heart starting beating out of his chest at your little action. Getting back into singing, you failed to notice the slight pink in his cheeks after you did that. Soon your performance came to end. "I hope you all enjoyed it." You said into the mic. Looking back at Alastor, you noticed he look slightly off. He was staring at you like a deer in headlights literally. Waving your hand in his face managed to alert him. "Heavens! What an amazing performance that was! Encore! Encore!" His radio staff began to play another applause, causing you to blush. "We will be right back! In the meantime, please enjoy this incredible song, Lets Misbehave by Irving Aaronson!" Alastor pressed a button, letting the song play, and also pressed another to mute his and your mic.

He didn't say a word after he did that. Oh no, did you mess up? He didn't appear upset when you were singing. Your thoughts were interrupted when a set of strong hands grabbed you. It took you a moment to realize that Alastor had brought you into a hug, a tight one at that. "Astonishing performance my dear! You did such an amazing job!!" His arms continued to squeeze you, rocking you back in forth in excitement. Giggling at his actions you returned his hug. The hug lasted longer then you suspected, especially knowing Alastors physical contact condition. "Um Al? You can let go now." Jumping at that, Alastor released you. "Y-yes my dear! Apologies! I had gotten overexcited!" You told him it was fine. Straightening his suit and fixing his hair, he looked back at you again. "Given that adorable smile on your face, I take it you are very satisfied as well!"

Smiling you nodded: "I admit I was very nervous in the beginning, but those feelings went away the minute I started singing. Thank you Alastor!" His eyes were tender, looking back at you. One of his hands grabbed yours, giving it a squeeze. "I'm glad my dear! Would you be opposed to becoming a part of my business? I would very much like to have you as partner during my shows! I can also put in a good word for Mimzy to have you perform at her club! What do you think?" His enthusiasm was exploding like fireworks, it was honestly adorable how giddy he was. Not even wasting a second to think, you squeezed his hand back. "Seems like we got a deal, Alastor!"

~END~

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