#soft on main 😔😔

[starmeleph]

Macuil only has like, 10 lines of dialog MAX but I crave the bird-dragon. I need him, carnally

[natasha-in-space]

Finally FINALLY finished that 22k word Leon fic and now I'm drawing Rika and Chaewon being cute and happy, life is good again

[thecuratxr]

Irrelevant but thinking bout how Dante gets an owl on his chest because of his dedication to @vancss

Like yeah he's stuck in a pit of unrequited love, but he's also a loyal guy and will, literally, say that with his entire chest

And black tattoo ink

For real tho thinking about how this guy has operated virtually solo with a completely masked and anonymous (small) group of people to the point where, essentially, he lives a very lonely life despite all his fortunes and glory

And then Evan comes along and fucks all that up--

[l4ndoflove]

Hey I love your fics!!💕💕 I was wondering if you could do an oscar piastri smau where like they've been friends and they start soft launching each other or something? Idk literally do whatever you want cause ik it'll be good!🫶

you're literally the sweetest 💕 and i LOVED writing this

launch me hard and soft

feat. oscar piastri

lyrics preview being the most shipped couple online before you even started dating makes soft launching a little harder

maddie I'M SO SORRY it took me ages to write this, but i wanted it to be perfect, and it's finally here!!! i also added a little plot twist in the end, so... enjoy <3 🙃

with @.saraecheagaray

youruser

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youruser he was a little upsetti so i made him some spaghetti

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oscarpiastri don't write something like that ever again please

youruser but i was practicing my italian 🤌

duolingo more like italiaNO 🙄

youruser mamma mia

user1 i suggest running while you still can

user2 HELP THE EVIL GREEN BIRD GOT TO HER TOO

hattiepiastri it was nice knowing you babe

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user3 r.i.p. yn 🕊

user4 you will not be forgotten 😔🙏

user5 addio

see translation goodbye

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user6 osc really said 🫤 > 🍝 > 😁

user7 and the polite cat saga carries on

user8 the allegations remain unbeaten

user9 IS THAT BLUSH I SEE ON MY MAN'S CHEEKS???

user10 i think they're just naturally pink

user11 riiiiight

lando @.youruser no spaghetti for me?

youruser you got your p2, be happy with it

user12 DAMN

user13 MIC DROP

user14 not her bullying lando on main 😭

user15 she's not wrong though

user16 lolll she really silenced him

user17 lando losing pasta to oscar now 💀

user18 i swear like cut my boy some slack

mclaren thank you for cheering him up 😉

youruser 😒

user19 LMAO THE SHADE

user20 she's so real for that

user21 we know what you did @.mclaren

user22 acting like it's not their fault i see

user23 mclaren: messes up the strategy

also mclaren: tHaNk YoU fOr ChEeRiNg HiM uP

user24 this post is so aesthetically pleasing for some reason

user25 tell me you were on a date without telling me you were on a date:

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri got a double podium and a pretty decent lunch. grazie mille imola 👋

comments

youruser *pretty lunch

user26 UH UH UH WE SAW THAT

user27 🤨🤨🤨

user28 lover girl eraaa

user29 let's not immediately jump to conclusions shall we

user30 why would she delete it though???

user31 can you not read into every little thing jeez

youruser wdym "decent" 🥺

youruser i feel personally attacked

youruser you said you liked it

youruser liar 💔

youruser alexa play "traitor" by olivia rodrigo

lando dramatic much?

youruser i don't remember asking for your opinion

user32 GAGGED

user33 yn: 2 lando: 0

user34 i think she won a few more than 2

user35 THE WAY SHE STRAIGHT UP HUMBLED HIM I'M CRYING

user36 so is lando's ego

user37 💀

user38 girlboss 💪🎀

user39 not him calling out yn's cooking skills

youruser that's because he doesn't have taste, my cooking skills are on fire 🔥🔥🔥

oscarpiastri i remember something else being on fire

youruser and whose fault was that 😐

oscarpiastri you were the one who left the stove on

youruser AND WHOSE FAULT WAS THAT

user40 they're so domestic

user41 this is exactly how i imagine a happily married couple arguing

user42 the real question is why did they forget to turn it off

user43 i have a few ideas...

user44 TELL ME WE'RE ALL THINKING THE SAME

user45 👉👌💦

hattiepiastri ew get lost

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user46 that first picture scratches my brain just right

user47 LANDOSCAR 🧡🧡🧡

user48 yn, her boyfriend, and her boyfriend’s boyfriend

user49 golden trio vibes

user50 now look me in the eyes and tell me that wasn’t a date

user51 i swear like she's all dressed up and has a full face of makeup

user52 oh that's not–

user53 so a woman can't even want to feel beautiful without everyone thinking she's doing it for a man?

user54 @.user51 good luck dealing with this now mate

user55 THAT'S MY WIFE RIGHT THERE

hattiepiastri mine first

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f1gossippofficial

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f1gossippofficial spotted! 👀 oscar piastri's best friend yn was seen walking around milan and getting comfortable with an unidentified man this evening. who is he?

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user56 "getting comfortable" while he has his tongue down her throat is actually wild

user57 i feel betrayed

user58 WHAT IS THIS

user59 @.youruser explain

user60 i need to wash my eyes with bleach

user61 never in my entire life have i wished a picture was photoshopped this bad

user62 nope i'm not dealing with this shit today 👍

user63 she looks so innocent for someone who backstabbed all of us

user64 wait why is everyone freaking out?

user65 because apparently she has a boyfriend!?

user64 and...?

user66 IT'S NOT OSCAR!?

user67 omfg it's not the end of the world

user68 she's a grown ass adult let her live

user69 @.user66 you don't know that

user70 he does kinda look like oscar

user71 delulu is the solulu 🙏

user72 i mean good for her right 😀🔫

user73 i have no idea who that guy is but he sure as hell knows how to kiss

youruser were you there?

user74 help she's so 😭

user75 rough day for us ynoscar shippers

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youruser boyfriend dump since you people find it strange i have one 🥴

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lando i'm with people

lando it's hard to believe someone would willingly choose to deal with you everyday

youruser wow that's a lot of words

youruser too bad i'm not reading them

user76 STOP I CAN HEAR THE AUDIO

user77 most gen z thing she could've done

user78 biggest beef of the year btw

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user79 WAIT SO IT'S ACTUALLY TRUE???

user80 clearly

user81 why wouldn't it be?

user82 i think we were all hoping it wasn't

user83 speak for yourself 🤡

user84 "boyfriend" as in oscar right. RIGHT

user85 @.youruser we find it strange only if he's not a certain australian driver 🥰❤️

youruser i don't feel safe here

user86 @.user85 what about we just stop planning her love life and let her be with whoever the hell she wants?

user87 happy for you girl but what about oscarrr 😩

user88 yeah what about him

user89 i still don't get why you guys want them to be together this bad

user90 bro they're literally soulmates

user91 platonic soulmates maybe

user92 booo you're no fun 👎

user93 well at least now we know he's a gentleman 🤭🦋

user94 if you're talking about the third slide that's oscar’s head. you're welcome

user95 I KNOW MY BOY'S HAIR WHEN I SEE IT

hattiepiastri cuties

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mclaren can't get them to focus when their girls are around 😂 @.lando @.oscarpiastri

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user96 their what now 😃

user97 I BEG YOU YOUR FINEST PARDON

user98 had to double check to see if i was hallucinating

user99 NO BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS A FAN ACCOUNT

user100 are we really sure this isn't just one big cover-up for their secret relationship?

user101 not that it ever was a secret tbh

user102 they're not called mctwinks for nothing

user103 they're so babygirl

user104 POOKIES 💞💞💞

user105 we got lando and magui hard launch and oscar's new girlfriend soft launch all in one post

user106 i honestly don't know how to feel about this

user107 damn someone took my bitches 💔

user108 i like to think that they were looking at each other in all of these

user109 lando's not a surprise but oscar???

user110 news flash: he can date people too!

lando shocking i know

user111 ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

user112 no but can we talk about how smitten they both look ⁉️

user113 IKR

user114 blushing giggling twirling their hair (literally 💀)

user115 I SWEAR LIKE STAND UP

user116 what were they looking at in the second picture? wrong answers only 👇

user117 lando was biting his lip so it was definitely carlos

user118 god

user119 the 2025 f1 world champion aka franz hermann

user120 i have no idea but oscar's face is screaming "no. 1 party anthem" minute 2:29

lando.jpg

🎵 you, me and steve • garfunkel and oates [E]

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lando.jpg thanks osc

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user121 LMAO

user122 THE SONG CHOICE I CAN'T

user123 please he's so unserious 😭

user124 i love him sm

user125 i never thought i'd see the day lando would end up third wheeling oscar and his gf

user126 it's not the first time he ends up behind him though

user127 jaw DROPPED

user128 wait that's so mean (do it again)

user129 you people are so cruel

user130 it was funny until it wasn't 🥲

user131 is he aware that he's been adopted

lando actually i'm their lovechild

user132 oh well

user133 whatever you say beautiful

user134 thx for the info ig???

user135 😀👍

user136 LANDO TELL US WHO SHE ISSS

user137 we NEED to know 🙏

user138 we'll give you anything you want

lando you got the championship lead?

youruser hey that's my line ☹️

user139 poor yn just wanted to be a hater

user140 HE BEAT HER TO IT LOLLL

user141 smiley lando 🥹🫶

user142 he's such a vibe

user143 pov: your boyfriend is ignoring you

user144 he looks so done

user145 passive-aggressive behavior at its finest 👌

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oscarpiastri got myself a pretty girl and a more decent lunch

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user146 just shoot me atp

user147 my heart can only take so much

user148 I'M CRYING THIS IS TOO SWEET

user149 when did he become so aesthetic lol

user150 a woman's touch can do wonders

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user151 oh???

user152 yn babe we can see your likes

user153 WAIT DOES THIS MEAN WHAT I THINK IT MEANS

user154 men in love with their gf >>>

user155 the vibes are immaculate

user156 it's giving best friends to lovers 👀

user157 i completely agree

user158 we all know who the best friend is

user159 omg those flowers are GORGEOUS

user160 may this kind of love hit me at 300 km/h

user161 THE MATCHING OUTFITS

user162 they cooked AND ate

user163 fashion icons fr

user164 did anyone else get the reference or is it just me!?!?!?

user165 YESSSSS I WAS WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO NOTICE IT

user166 thank god i'm not the only one

user167 what are y'all on about

user168 the "pretty decent lunch" post he made a while ago with that photo of yn eating spaghetti

user169 which by the way is the same pasta they were cooking in this 🤧💞

user170 some of you actually scare me

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mclaren big days require big changes 🤍🍾

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user171 can somebody please tell me what the fuck is going on with mclaren recently

user172 WHAT IS THIS

user173 i'm confused

user174 what does this even mean 😭

user175 should we be worried?

user176 i surprisingly don't hate them

user177 gotta love the monaco air 🫡

user178 LET'S GO PAPAYA 🧡🤍🧡🤍🧡🤍

user179 oooh vintage i like it

user180 dare i say the most stylish drivers in the paddock 😮‍💨

user181 sir lewis hamilton would disagree

user182 this team never misses 🙌

user183 99% of these photos are just oscar

user184 cry about it

user185 the font on the back like wow

user186 guys they're getting married

user187 sooo when's the wedding

mclaren sooner than you think 😉

user188 PAUSE

user189 WTF

user190 LANDOSCAR HARD LAUNCH???

user100 TOLD YOU THE GIRLFRIENDS WERE JUST A COVER-UP HAHAHA

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lando gotta look good for mrs piastri

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user191 i thought i read that wrong

user191 TURNS OUT I DIDN'T

user192 is this pay gorn

user193 STOP

user194 @.user192 yes but gayer

user195 💀💀💀

user196 we went from 0 to 100 pretty fucking quickly

user197 the more i look at it the less it makes sense

user198 i don't know what's real anymore

user199 *confused screaming*

user200 i love how everyone's just crashing out

user201 he obviously meant MR piastri. his husband

lando i meant exactly what i wrote

user202 HE SAID WHAT HE SAID 🗣🗣🗣

user203 thanks mate appreciate your clarification 👍

user204 how is this even real

user205 well mrs piastri surely is one lucky woman

user206 if you ever need a mrs norris i'm free whenever 😚

user207 yeah me too

user208 count me in 🙋‍♀️

user209 dw ladies 🫷🙂‍↕️🫸 i got this

user210 THE SUITS LOOK INSANELY GOOD

youruser and oscarpiastri

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youruser bestied so hard we got married

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hattiepiastri i hope he knows how lucky he is to have you

oscarpiastri i do (pun intended)

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youruser hilarious 🙄 (affectionate)

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user211 this type of relationship >>>

nicolepiastri treat her well osc because if you don't i'll adopt her and kick you out 🤗

love, mum

oscarpiastri thanks mom

youruser my number one supporter 🫶

oscarpiastri wasn’t that me?

youruser you're a close second baby

carlossainz55 congrats!

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user212 carcar 😭🫶

charles_leclerc congratulations 😘😘😘

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user213 do you guys think charles paid for the wedding?

user214 i mean it's his son we're talking about

user215 and he got married in monaco of all places so

user216 YES

user217 wait does this make yn his daughter in law???

user218 the leclerc family keeps growing

lando credits?

youruser thank you for the kind wishes you're such a 🍑😊

user219 the double meaning is diabolical

user220 she's too good at this

user221 i assume the beef is still ongoing

lando i will take the compliment and ignore the insult like the mature adult i am

user222 "i don't wanna mature, i'm happy where i am" lando norris 2019

lando it's 2025. i matured

youruser sure

lando.jpg credits?

youruser omg not again

lando.jpg talent needs recognition yn

lando.jpg unless you want me to start charging for my services

youruser @.oscarpiastri do something about your teammate please

oscarpiastri credits @.lando

youruser 😦

youruser do you want a divorce

user223 HWAT 🤠

user224 where exactly did the decision to slam dunk this information on us come from

user225 it's called hard launch for a reason

user226 well that escalated quickly

user227 MOST AESTHETIC COUPLE EVER

user228 no way my husband stole my wife

user229 i honestly don't know who's luckier

user230 HOW CAN SOMEONE BE SO CUTE AND HOT AT THE SAME TIME

user231 old money wedding i'm in love

user232 quick act surprised 😮

user233 who would've thought they'd end up together right!?

user234 totally unexpected

user235 this is their one day but they don't know we've been here since day one ❤️

youruser trust me we know <3

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[requiemforthepoets]

you say good morning, when its midnight ⟢ OP81 (part 3)

main masterlist | fic playlist | series masterlist

PAIRINGS: oscar piastri x female!reader

SUMMARY: you and oscar grew up together, and despite being neighbors and best friends with her sister, hattie, you never really talked or had a conversation with him. until one day, where he randomly texted you out of nowhere.

REMINDERS: this is purely fiction, the way how the character is portrayed in my story does not reflect the person that is portraying my character in real life. always separate fiction from reality, and do not repost or copy my work in any way.

WARNINGS: use of y/n, photos are all taken from pinterest, no consistent face claims, fluff, humor-ish, kind of a slow burn fic, inaccurate information, time and date stamps are not relevant, and minor typographical errors

WORD COUNT: none

AUTHOR'S NOTE: part 3! i'm really happy that you like this socmed au for oscar! 🥺 i hope that i'll be able to deliver updates that are up to standards. I'll try to incorporate everything, since tumblr has a limit of 30 photos only per post. taglist for this series is open. enjoy!

hattiepiastri posted in their story!

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oscarpiastri take good care of her

hattiepiastri ?????????

hattiepiastri isn't it supposed to be the other way around?????

oscarpiastri we both know that she's too soft for the chaos you bring

hattiepiastri excuse you???? fyi, remind me or not, i'm always gonna be protecting her

oscarpiastri 👍🏻

nicolepiastri oh my goodness, look at her! she's all grown up. i still remember when you two used to dress up and she would braid your hair

hattiepiastri i shed a little tear when i saw her again in person after so many years

nicolepiastri tell her i said hi, that i miss seeing her around and that she looks beautiful

nicolepiastri i'm so happy that you two are together again!

hattiepiastri will do mum. she says hi back.

hattiepiastri we're now in our bestie singapore honeymoon

yourmom oh my heart! she really made that sign? thank you for posting this, hattie. i might be crying in the kitchen now! 🤣

hattiepiastri she was literally bouncing the moment she saw me!

yourmom please tell her to call me when she settles you in

yourmom and while you're there, please make sure that she eats actual food and not just noodles and bubble teas

hattiepiastri promise!

𓆉𓆝𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓇼

hattiepiastri

📍Haji Lane, Singapore

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hattiepiastri week into the bestie singapore honeymoon 🤩

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yn.jpg look at us, maximizing our joint slay 😮‍💨💖

hattiepiastri indeed 🤩

nicolepiastri you both look so wonderful! enjoy and take good care of her

oscarpiastri like i said hattiepiastri

hattiepiastri no need to tag me???? bc i can literally see the reply???????

yn.jpg 🔒

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yn.jpg all the love, from singapore ♡

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yourmom why is it that you never smile? but the photos look very stunning, and you are stunning!

yn.jpg 🥺🥺🥺🥺

hattiepiastri i stand by my photography skills, should've watermarked these 😔💔

yn.jpg exquisite photography skills indeed! been staring at how good it is 🥹🤚🏻

nicolepiastri so gorgeous!

yn.jpg auntie! thank you so much, i miss you!

yourbrother ok, gotta admit that this photo of you looks cool af. but i miss the gremlin that i used to chase around the house with a nerf gun. bring her back 💔

yn.jpg you and your dramatic ass! 😭

oscarpiastri you do look different

oscarpiastri in a good way. (sorry, clicked the enter button accidentally)

oscarpiastri the not-smiling thing suits you more than it should

hattiepiastri mate, u good?????

oscarpiastri what? am i not allowed to say that she looks nice?

yourbrother i will die on this hill

yn.jpg okay wow 😭 was not expecting a full family panel in the replies. love u all, but can u all pls calm down? 😭

nathanleong these were worth the wait 😮‍💨

yn.jpg 😂😂😂😂

𓆉𓆝𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓇼

𓆉𓆝𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓇼

𓆉𓆝𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓇼

𓆉𓆝𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓇼

hattiepiastri posted in their story!

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𓆉𓆝𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓇼

𓆉𓆝𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓇼

hattiepiastri

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hattiepiastri singaporean nightlife. i'm in love 💖

taglist: @uuoozzii , @freyathehuntress , @littlemisskavities , @elieanana , @rexit-mo , @imagine-it-was-us , @satorinnie , @pessismisticpotato , @milkysoop , @random-movie , @supersanelyromantic , @greantii , @chirpchirp69 , @purplephantomwolf , @mimisweetz , @frogiemushr0om , @angxedxtz , @hevzo8 , @pandora108 , @ms-darcy23 , @sluttybitch , @proudshinsoukinnie , @pinklemonade34 , @gemi-boi , @elizamoe133 , @sideboobrry11 , @mrrayjay , @curlylando , @soleilgrec , @nothingjustaninchidentt , @suns3treading , @dramallama9 , @1-queenofpotatoes-1 , @suibianupyourass , @armystay89 , @verstappen-leclerc-inchident , @landossainz , @martygraciesversion381 , @larkkyoris

[afterglowsainz]

do i wanna know? | oscar piastri

pairing: female!reader x oscar piastri

summary: during a stream, your best friend lando casually says that you cannot physically listen to arctic monkeys because they remind you too much of your ex, so everyone is surprised when you get caught listening to them

fc: emily alyn lind

a/n: i know i’m a week late, but fic for the chinese grand prix winner (!!!!!) (also i know this man only listens to house music but i don’t like that genre so i kinda did whatever i wanted)

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username lando omg 😭😭

username he did NOT had to expose her like that

username god save me from friends like lando

username he’s so annoying sibling coded because WHAT would prompt him to say this out loud

username y/n girl you’re stronger than me 😔

username i think y/n should be allowed to punch lando on the face every time he exposes her

username this is why you can’t associate your favorite band with boyfriends

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yourusername a little quadrant bts 🎥🎾💋

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username she’s gonna eat as always

username i need that set actually

username insane face economy

maxfewtrell 😎

username lando couldn’t convince me to buy quadrant merch but y/n might

username y/n did you listen to the arctic monkeys new album?

username plsss 😭

username leave her alone she’s just a girl!

oscarpiastri’s instagram stories

[caption 1: 🎶 505 - arctic monkeys]

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yourusername plus vibe activity✨✨✨

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username gorgeous 🤭💗

username loveeee the aesthetic

username when we were young is such a vibeee

landonorris good song

yourusername 🤐

username plsss he’s still in time out 😭

maxfewtrell bring me some pizza

yourusername no

pietra.pilao pleaseee? 💘

yourusername only for you 🫶🏽

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yourusername turns out monaco is a real place and not just a bad bunny song

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charles_leclerc 🤨

username crazy how she’s been friends with lando for years and she’s just in monaco for the first time

username what force on earth pushed her to visit that place

landonorris heyyyy 🤪🤪

yourusername immediately no i’m going back

username the outfits!!!

username i would’ve compare it to that selena gomez movie but okay

yourusername omg i should’ve said that 😭😭

username how iconic of her to be a selena gomez and a bad bunny fan

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oscarpiastri exploring (my new home) 🏡

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username oscar piastri soft launching on main ????‼️

username he moved to monaco 😭

username leave it to oscar piastri to drop two insane news at once

username i know charles is proud to see his son 😔

charles_leclerc proud!

oscarpiastri 👊🏽

username WHO is that

username guys don’t call me crazy but … y/n?

username lando’s friend?

username no wayyyy 😭

username idk it doesn’t really look like her

mclaren’s tiktok

yourusername’s instagram stories

[caption 1: favorite romcom of all time💗]

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yourusername what a beautiful place shanghai 🪷

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username i’m confused

username the hard launching hard launch

username oscar was soft launching y/n ???? 😭

username the twitter girlies knew and they called them crazy

username never again.

username ohhh so THIS is why she was listening to arctic monkeys again

yourusername 🤭

username he kissed her. right after getting out of the car. 😭

username may this love find me

landonorris WHAT

landonorris NOOOO

landonorris go back to being a couple in secret

yourusername no ❤️

oscarpiastri beautiful indeed

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... Can I spawn half a chili-dog in a space where all the sonics are at once?...

Yes im evil i know /silly

I know what you are Lancelot 🤨

Woo Cyber and Lance won the poll so we’re gonna focus on them for a bit! Now’s the time to ask these old men any burning questions you have!!

(even tho classics route was supposed to introduce our newest pair… I may perhaps tease them on my main because I’m foaming at the mouth to include them 😔)

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Don’t even ask me how the others didn’t notice they’re dumb as bricks ig 🫡 plus Cyber is somewhat blocking them(?) but yeah. Plot

(Don’t worry guys I’ll feed them in a minute 😭 Cyber is just another paranoid bastard with a soft spot for kids 💔)

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Don’t Prove I’m Right - [Part 4]

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♥ pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

♥ series synopsis: you didn't think twice about the dj you hooked up with until you found out you were pregnant. turns out the man wasn't just some dj but a famous formula 1 driver.

♥ chapter synopsis: after his reckless decisions, lando attempts to make it up to you. it took some convincing from oscar but you eventually gave in and had a conversation with him.

♥ smau + written - fc: girls on pinterest - none of the pictures are mine

♥ warnings: swearing !!!

♥ a/n: its been MONTHS since the last chapter I am so sorry lovelies!

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yourbestfriend please don’t tell me the deer is being replaced 😔

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lilyzneimer shes just too cute to not spoil

user1 haven’t seen lando in any of her posts recently 😕

user3 they did JUST get back to Monaco so I wouldn't be worried

user6 they're not dating either so I don't see why he would be

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oscarpiastri its me

carlossainz55 … it’s probably not me 😕

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It had been a couple of days since your last conversation with Lando and a knock on your door drew your attention away from your phone.

A giant box was sitting on the doorstep alone with no sender information. You hesitantly brought it into the living room and grabbed a pocket knife to cut through the clear strip of tape. The box quickly burst open from the pressure of the deeply packed objects—about a dozen jellycats and an apology note placed on top. 

It was clear to you that this package was from Lando, and it was a very sweet gesture. He’d clearly seen the post you made the previous day and was trying his best to make up for his mistakes. You sighed and folded the note up, setting it on your couch. You pulled out a soft pink bunny from the box causing Camila to squeal and hold her arms open. 

You still hadn’t checked your texts from Lando, but Oscar was right. You couldn’t ignore him forever. Lily offered to take you out for the night in order to clear your head. You were extremely grateful for Lily’s support and generosity ever since you met her. She had truly become one of your best friends throughout this experience.

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You sat next to Lily with a glass of white wine in your hand, conflicted. Of course you were. Like Oscar said, you had to confront him at some point, but it was going to take a lot for you to trust Lando again. You pulled your phone out of your purse.

You got the response pretty much immediately.

You sighed and turned to Lily, "I'm gonna go talk to Lando."

"Good luck," she said with a smile, and took another sip of her drink.

You picked Camila up off the couch and bundled her up in a small yellow blanket.

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You were at his apartment in about twenty minutes. You knocked hesitantly, tapping your nails on the case of your phone and jangling your keys in attempt to reduce your anxiety. Lando opened the door in silence, letting you into the room. He sat back down on his couch and you followed, cradling your daughter in your arms and choosing to stand up as you spoke.

“Listen Y/n, I know what I did was-“

"I'm not going to take your child away from you,” you stated, cutting him off. “You said you want to be in her life, but you have to keep that promise."

He nodded and ran his hands across his face. You wanted to get straight to the point with no excuses. You had heard all of his apologies already.

"Lily talked to Kmag and found her a babysitter, so we're good on that end. But, you still have to earn back my trust to be alone with her and if anything like this happens again I won't be nice."

He looked back up at you, “It won’t ever happen again, I swear. It shouldn’t have happened in the first place.

”I agree.”

There was some awkward silence as you gently sat on the arm rest of the couch.

You looked down at your daughter, “She may not fully get it yet, but you’re her dad and she loves you,” you locked eyes with Lando again. “You chose to raise her with me, so you need to take responsibility.”

He nodded, “I understand.”

"Good," you responded, standing back up and stepping towards the front door. You paused without turning your head back towards him, "Good luck in Imola.”

With that you were gone.

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[forever-rogue]

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜ but with Tommy cause lord knows there’s barely anything for him😔 and it’s reader who’s stressed and he helps her relax?

AN | You’re so right and you should say it. I’ve been a Tommy stan and I’ll die a Tommy stan. Enjoy some softness 💕

Pairing | Tommy Miller x Fem!Reader 

Warnings | Reader has experienced significant trauma from canon-typical violence

Word Count | 3k

Masterlist | Main 

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You jolted awake, sitting up and gasping for breath as your eyes scanned the dark, quiet bedroom. Clammy and tense, you scrubbed a hand down your face, willing yourself to calm down.

It was just a dream. A nightmare. Another hellish reminder of what had happened. What you had witnessed was forever etched into your memory. You hastily brushed away the tears rolling down your cheeks, attempting to keep your crying as quiet as possible.

“Hey, hey.” Tommy sat up next to you, his hands seeking you out in the darkness of the bedroom. There was only a sliver of pale moonlight streaming in through the curtain, bathing you both in an almost ethereal glow. Your body relaxed slightly at the feeling of his hands on yours, tenderly pulling away your hands from your face, “it’s okay. I’m right here—I’ve got you.”

“I…” you trailed off, at a loss for words. How did you even begin to describe what had started to haunt both your days and nights? You didn't have to with him; he understood even if he hadn't been there with you.

You burrowed your cheek into his hand, letting his gentle touch ground you. You were at home, safe, in your bedroom with Tommy. He made gentle sounds as he brushed away your tears, reminding you that everything was okay. Once your initial panic wore off, he pulled you into his lap, wrapping his strong arms around you as you burrowed your face in his chest. Your tears quickly soaked through his shirt, but he didn't loosen his hold on you; you could have ruined a thousand shirts and he wouldn't have cared.

“Tommy,” his name was but a whisper as he rubbed your back in soothing circles. He was so gentle, his touch reverent and loving. That made the tears come harder as you realized that this man was one of the best things that had ever happened to you, “it was the same dream. Again. I-I….I want it to stop.”

“I know,” he whispered.

“Every night when I wake up, I check to make sure you’re there—because I can’t... I can’t lose you, Tommy.” Your voice was thick with tears, and Tommy had to fight back his own. “Even when you are there, I worry...sometimes I think, what if it had been you and not Joel? And it's so selfish of me. I just…I don't want to feel like this forever. I want to be normal again. I don’t always want to go around and just be expecting the worst.”

“Honey.” He turned your face up toward his so he could meet your eyes, “there is nothing wrong with you. You went through a lot. Its going to be hard for a while but it won't always be this way. You’ll get better….we’ll all get better.”

“Promise?”

“I do,” he pressed kisses to your forehead and cheeks, before brushing his lips lightly against yours, “I promise.”

“Okay,” you kissed him, slowly and gently, trying to memorize every touch, taste, and feel of him, “can you…hold me tonight?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, slowly laying back down and pulling tightly into his arms, making you feel both safe and sound, “sleep. I'll be right here. I'll stay awake all night if you need.”

“You need rest too,” you sniffled softly, “try and get some sleep too.”

“Let me worry about you, yeah?” He kissed the top of your head, “just rest.”

“Love you, Tommy,” you whispered, sleep already tugging you back into its sweet embrace. At least with Tommy holding you, you might be able to get some dreamless sleep.

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The thought of going outside Jackson again was enough to have you reeling. You didn’t want to go, you wanted to stay home, safe and with your family. But, you realized, it wasn’t even truly safe inside anymore either. Not when the sanctity of your home had been compromised. It didn’t matter that you knew it was more or less a fluke experience and unlikely to happen again. But it didn’t matter.

All you could see was the destruction and death upon your return with Ellie, Jesse, Dina, and Joel. Joel. It was watching him almost die, getting beaten halfway to death that haunted you. You had no clue how he had survived, hell, how any of you made it out alive, but you did.

You returned, wanting nothing more than to see your husband and sleeping for a very, very long time. Unfortunately, no rest ever seemed to come for the wicked and when you returned to Jackson, it was like coming back to a version of hell that nothing could have prepared you for.

But there wasn’t time to mourn, to rest, to destress, to make sure you were okay. No. The city needed help, its people needed people and no matter how much you were hurting, you’d never turn away from the opportunity to help.

So you worked without resting, without making sure you were okay.

And now, several months later, you were still jumpy, still having nightmares, and never relaxed. It was like your body never got the message that it could be off high alert. Your body was always buzzing and vibrating, waiting for what came next.

Tommy had noticed; everyone had noticed. It was like the only other person that understood was Joel. Joel, your brother-in-law that had bounced back as everyone expected. He was tired and so were you. At least you had someone to commiserate with while he recovered and you helped him as much as you could. You liked spending time with him; sometimes it felt like he was the only one that understood. 

“Hey - are you listening?” you blinked a few times as your eyes adjusted to the man standing in front of you. Jesse had a look somewhere between annoyance and pity on his face, “where’d you go?”

“Nowhere,” you whispered, “sorry.”

“We’re going out on patrol, it’s our turn. We have to go,” he said nodded towards the stables as you swallowed thickly, “we have to go.”

“Jesse,” you whispered, wondering how you could possibly get out of patrol. You knew that Tommy had pulled strings with the council since you’d been back to make sure you didn’t have to go out. But there was only so long he could protect you before you needed to take care of yourself. Your heart was fluttering around wildly in your chest as you frowned at him, “can you take - “

“I’m sorry,” he reached over and gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze, “the council isn’t willing to keep switching your shifts. I tried…Tommy tried.”

“Okay,” you took the gun he held out to you, the weight in your hand feeling foreign and off putting. You holstered, feeling like a caricature of yourself; you from a few months ago, from before, would have laughed. You would have never acted like this, “let’s go then.”

“It won’t be long or too far out,” he promised as you padded after him to get your horses, keeping your eyes peeled for Tommy. Before you managed to leave, you heard your name being called, followed by your husband running up to you, a worried expression on his face. 

“Tommy,” his name fell from your lips like a prayer as he wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I tried but-”

“It’s okay,” you insisted, pulling back and pressing a kiss to his cheek, “I can’t keep hiding forever.”

“Here,” he took off his flannel jacket, the one you loved so much, and put it on you, immediately enveloping you in his scent, “it’s cold out there. I’ll be right here when you get home. I promise.”

“I know,” you sighed softly as he buttoned up the jacket before pulling you in for another kiss, “I love you.”

“I love you,” his voice was low in your ear, just for you. There was a deep frown on his face as he looked you over. You reached up and put your hands on his face, studying all the freckles that dotted his golden skin. You kissed him and he kissed you back, putting every fiber of his being into the kiss, “right here, okay?”

“Okay,” you agreed before letting go of him and turning back towards Jesse, “bye.”

He gave Jesse a hard nod as he watched the two of you leave, his own feeling like it was breaking in half.  He had done everything he could to try and help you come out of the haze you were in, but he knew that there was only so much he could do before you just needed to face your demons head on. He just hated that he wasn’t going with you. But in some ways, he supposed, it was better that he wasn’t there. 

But he’d be right there the moment you got home.  And Tommy Miller was determined to make sure you knew how much he loved you, and that he’d always protect you.

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By the time you got back the next evening, your nerves were shot. Part of you was glad to have gone out and conquered at least some of your fears, but the other part just wanted to get home to hide. It was uneventful and Jesse was right, everything was fine. Very fine. You hoped that over time, going back on patrol would become easier again. 

You weren’t a damsel in distress; you were the hero of your own story. Right now it didn’t feel like that...but you held onto hope that you’d get back to yourself soon. 

Your home was brightly lit, warmth spilling from the windows, with Tommy waiting for you. You almost ran when it came into view, but decided to make yourself walk at a calm pace. There was nothing to fear, nothing to run from, but so much to get home to. 

You opened the door, the familiar creak making you feel at ease. The first thing that came into view as you came inside and kicked your boots was the vase of flowers that was on the table. They were fresh and beautiful, and not shockingly, all of your favorites.

“Tommy?” you called softly, and were instantly met by the sound of his approaching footsteps. He stopped in front of you, a big, soft grin on his face, and his hair down and curly as ever. Dressed in a soft sweatshirt and plaid pajama pants, he looked cozy—so at home, so at ease.

As soon as your brain made the connection that you were home, and he was here, your husband, you couldn’t help the sniffles and tears that welled up immediately, running down your cheeks before you knew what was happening. 

A panicked look colored his features as he closed the gap and hugged you tightly, his embrace almost too tight. Almost. But it was never enough.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you sniffled. “I promise. I’m just... I’m so glad to be home. With you.”

“Shh,” he whispered softly, “‘m always gonna be here. You know that. Now, how about this…you just relax and let me take care of you.”

“Tommy-”

“I wasn’t aware I was asking a question,” he teased, getting a huff of laughter out of you. You nodded gently, giving into him without any real opposition; besides, you knew better than to argue with one of the Millers, “let me do this, please.”

“Okay,” you nodded and a comfortable, peaceful silence fell over the two of you. Tommy’s deft fingers worked to unbutton your (his) jacket, which he hung up in the coat closet. He removed the holster that was still strapped onto your thigh and put everything away safely and out of your sight. His gentle touch sent shivers down your spine, causing goosebumps all to erupt all over your skin.

“C’mon,” he took your hand in his, fingers tangled with yours as he started heading up the stairs. You trailed after him, realizing that you would have easily went wherever with him; you trusted him completely. 

He led you to the bathroom, making quick work of turning on the hot water, and pouring some oils into the tub. You couldn’t even remember the last time you took a bath; your body was practically aching and begging for it. 

A small sigh escaped your lips as he ran and grabbed a couple of clean, fluffy towels before turning his attention back to you. He reached for the hem of your sweater, meeting your eyes to make sure you were okay before taking it off your body. You watched as he studied you reverently, his golden brown eyes almost never leaving you. You attempted to reach behind you to take off your bra but he gently pushed your hands out of the way, doing it himself instead. Your body was so relaxed into his touch, and he soon had your pants and underwear off too. He held his out hand to help you into the tub before taking off his own clothes and getting in opposite you. It wasn’t sexual—but the intimacy of simply being with him made you want to cry all over again.

“Thank you,” your voice cut through the silence as he turned the water off and relaxed into its warmth as well.

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” he insisted, running his fingers along your calf, “I want you to be able to be comfortable and calm. I know it’s been hard, but I hope you know that you always have me.”

“I know, Tommy,” you took his hand and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it, causing a warmth to color his cheeks, “you always have me too. It’s just been…hard. But it’s been for everyone, I don’t know why it’s affecting me this much.”

“Just because it was hard for everyone, doesn’t make the fact it was hard for you any less important,” you offered him a tightlipped smile in response, “everyone heals differently. But you’ve been...throwing yourself into doing so much, I’m afraid that you haven’t taken the time for yourself. You need to take care of yourself too, yeah?”

“It feels-”

“It’s not selfish,” he knew exactly where your train of thought was going and was quick to shut it down, “if the roles were reversed, what would you tell me to do?”

“I…” you huffed dramatically before splashing some water at him, “you know I’d be telling you to take time for yourself and make sure you heal yourself too, not just everyone else.”

“Exactly,” he winked at you, before reaching for your hand and pulling you onto his lap. Your hands went to his chest and you sighed softly, admiring the man that you called yours. He played gently with your hair before you leaned in and kissed him, letting the time melt away as you lost yourself to his touch.  There was something that felt so grounding about being there in that moment with him. Just the two of you. Nothing else.

“Tommy…” your voice trailed off as you ran a hand through his curly hair, lightly scratching at his scalp. He made a small sound of content as a serious look settled on your face.

“We’re going to be okay, you know,” he reached for your hand, resting his palm against yours, his touch gentle, “probably doesn’t feel like it right now, but it will be. It always is.”

“I suppose,” you admired how much larger his hands were, entwining your fingers with his, “and if it’s not?”

“It’s going to be. Promise.”

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“Are you warm enough?” you were already burrowed under the covers, finding the bedding clean and fresh. You turned just enough to look at him before nodding, “good.”

He went to close the window, leaving it open just a small crack for a bit of fresh air. You stuck your fingers out from under the covers, motioning for him to come over, “please say you’re going to join me.”

“I was going to let you get some rest,” his hands were on his as he raised an eyebrow, bringing a smile to your face, “you sure you want me intruding on your peace and quiet, darlin’?”

“I always want you,” you huffed, causing him to laugh softly as you moved closer to the middle of bed so he could join you, “just wanna lay here with you.”

“Alright, alright,” he held up his hands in defeat before stripping off his shirt and getting into the bed next to you. His strong arms reached for you, pulling you tightly into his large, warm body, “that better for you?”

“It’s perfect,” you agreed, tangling your legs with his. There was something that made you feel so safe and comforted by being held by him. You inhaled his familiar smell before pressing a kiss to his shoulder, “thank you, my love.”

“Like I said, you have nothing to thank me for,” he insisted, “I know it ain’t much, but I just wanted to do a little something special for you.”

“It’s more than,” you insisted, “I feel better, I do. It’s been getting better and I know a lot of that is because of you. I don’t know when I’ll feel completely back to normal but this is already a lot better than it was.”

“Whatever you need,” he ghosted his fingers along with you before swiping his thumb along your bottom lip, “I’ll do it.”

You kissed the tip of his finger, eyes on his as you offered him a look of acknowledgment. It wasn’t perfect, but it was better. 

And you knew you could always count on Tommy to be there for you.

[chxrryhansen]

write something guy wrenchingly sad about how rafe’s dad treats him and he calls you in the middle of the night to comfort him. he ends up coming to your house or you go over to tanneyhill to be with him :)

this is so s1 rafe coded🥺my poor deprived baby😔

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its 2am when your phone buzzes, waking you up from a deep sleep. rafes name flashes across your phone, sending you into alarm. worry courses through your veins making you sit upright in shock, quickly pressing answer.

his ragged breaths are the first thing you hear as you pick up, his sobs echoing down the phone. “hey-hey baby, rafe, whats going on? are you okay?” you ask, hurriedly.

he sniffles “m-my dad.. we g-got into a huge fight and i-i don’t know wh-what to do.” you can sense his tension through the phone. rafe was never good and expressing his emotions, he preferred showing himself through actions rather than words. so him calling you at this hour and actually telling you what was wrong, you knew it had to be serious.

“oh my sweet boy, why don’t you come over? or i can come and pick you up? just stay calm for me baby, can you do that for me?” you soothe. which appears to calm him slightly as his breaths begin to slow.

“uh, yeah, yeah i-i can do that. i’ll drive, don’t w-want you leaving the house alone this late at night.” running his fingers through his greasy locks, shaking his head at how stupid he feels, crying. especially in-front of you, to you. and even though he’s in no state to drive, you know better than to argue with him on this, his innate need to protect you still shining through even in his most vulnerable moments.

“okay rafe…i’ll see you soon, drive safe for me baby.”

within 10 minutes you hear a knock at your door, you race downstairs unlocking the door in a hurry, the sight is anything but pleasant.

rafes nose is bust, dry blood caked around his mouth, a clear indication that the fight with his dad was anything but civilised. and this wasn’t the first time either. his tears staining his cheeks and his face flustered, a light shade of pink, his hair sticking to his forehead and his arms shaking as he looks down at you in embarrassment.

“oh, sweetheart.” you whisper gently, pulling him inside and into a hug, slowly he wraps his arms around your waist as his sobs begin to deepen, his heart rate increasing rapidly as his body racks with his cries. he leans down, burrying his face into your neck, sniffling so he doesn’t end up leaving snot all in your hair- not that you care, him being your main priority.

“you wanna’ talk about it?” you coax, your voice soft. he shakes his head, his grip on your waist tightening. you lift your hand, intertwining your fingers in his locks, stroking his head gently, soothing his desperate cries.

“that’s okay, your okay. let it all out…my sweet baby, i’m here for you. and i always will be, you know that right? i’m never leaving you, no matter what. we always stick together, you hear me, baby boy? always.”

[clarkeysbedchem]

whatever happens, i’m letting it | part four

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will lenney x fem reader

summary: will falls for chris’ new assistant

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new message from christopher 🤓

chris: we’re going skiing

you: ooo sorry not sure my boss will approve of my holiday

chris: stfu you prat

you: right. i quit.

chris: okay bye

you: thats crazy work actually christopher

chris: are you coming skiing or not?

you: who else is going?

chris: bach, arthur, george, chip, liv, flo, and sabina

you: yay okay, sure i’ll come

chris: oh and wil 😁

you: nvm im not coming

chris: too late i’ve already booked everything

you: wanker

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The lodge you were all staying in had fallen into a heavy silence, the kind that only comes in the dead of night. Everyone else had retreated to their rooms, now wrapped in sleep. The only sounds left were the wind whistling through the cracks in the walls and the soft, steady crackle of the fire burning the hearth.

You sat curled up on the couch in front of it, the warm orange glow flickering over your face. The faint scratch of a page turning was the only other sound in the room. You sipped at the tea cradled in your hands, letting the warmth seep into your fingers.

It was at least 3 a.m., but you were wide awake.

You never could sleep properly whenever you were away from home. Something about unfamiliar walls and beds always left you restless, and this had become your ritual - sitting alone in the quiet while the others caught up on well-earned rest.

The sudden creak of the stairs broke the stillness, pulling you from your calm. Your head snapped up. Will.

He emerged from the shadows, hair a little messy, eyes half-lidded, and voice still gravelly with sleep. “Why’re you awake?” he asked, and the simple sound of his voice sent a jolt through your chest.

You chewed at the inside of your cheek as he stepped around the sofa to face you. “Couldn’t sleep,” you admitted softly.

He tilted his head, his tousled hair flopping with the motion, and gestured for you to scoot over. “Why not?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged, shifting to the side as he sat down and pulled part of your blanket over his legs. “I can never sleep when I’m not at home.”

Will leaned back, arms folding behind his head. The movement tugged his t-shirt up slightly, exposing the faint line of muscle at his waist. You noticed it before you could stop yourself, your eyes snapping quickly back to the book and mug in your lap, cheeks growing warm.

“Why are you down here?” you asked, tracing your finger idly around the rim of your mug to distract yourself.

“Just came to check on ya.”

Your head lifted at that, brows furrowing slightly.

“You think I haven’t noticed you’re always the last one to sleep and the first one up?”

You gave a quiet laugh, “Didn’t think you noticed anything about me, to be honest. Thought you could barely tolerate me.”

Will looked over at you, his expression unreadable in the low firelight. “I notice more than you think, love.”

The nickname made your breath catch. You were suddenly thankful for the shadows of the room, because your face was definitely giving you away.

“Oh.”

He hummed and shifted lower on the couch, slouching until he looked completely at home there. “Is there anything that helps you sleep?”

You shrugged again. “I’ve tried everything except medication.”

Will nodded slowly, then - without warning - reached for the book and mug in your lap, setting them on the coffee table, ignoring your quiet protest.

“C’mere.”

Your brows drew together in confusion, but before you could say anything, he rolled his eyes and gently pulled you into his side, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“I don’t-”

“Be quiet, will ya.”

You gave in with a sigh, letting your head fall against his chest. The rhythm of his breathing, steady and even, filled the silence. You could hear his heartbeat, feel the warmth of him beside you. His thumb traced gentle, almost unnoticeable shapes along your arm, his touch featherlight and soothing.

Your eyes fluttered shut before you could stop them.

“You can go to sleep,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against your ear. His chin rested softly atop your head. “I’ve got you.”

And for some reason, you believed him.

You didn’t mean to fall asleep, not really. You were only going to rest your eyes for a second - just let your muscles relax into the warmth of the fire, into the way Will’s arm held you like he’d done it before, like it was second nature.

It was easy to let go.

The feeling of his hand tracing slow shapes into your arm, the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek, the low, steady sound of his breathing - it pulled you in like a lullaby.

You didn’t know how long you'd been asleep when your eyes cracked open again. The fire had burned lower now, glowing with just enough light to paint everything in gold and shadow. Will was still there, still holding you, his body slack with sleep. His head had tilted slightly to the side, lips parted, a strand of hair falling over his forehead.

Your breath caught in your throat again - not from surprise, but from something else. Something heavier. Softer.

He looked younger like this. Calmer. Like the weight he usually carried had slipped off his shoulders just long enough to let him rest.

Your gaze dropped to where your hand had ended up - resting gently on his chest, right over his heart. You should’ve moved it, should’ve pulled away, but you didn’t. Something about this moment felt… fragile. Like any movement would shatter it.

Will stirred then, shifting slightly. His arm instinctively pulled you closer, like his body registered your presence before his mind caught up.

“You still awake?” he murmured, voice raspy with sleep, barely above a whisper.

You nodded against him. “Yeah. Barely.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment. Just breathed. You wondered if he could feel your heart racing, wondered if his was doing the same.

“I used to hate nights like this,” he said eventually. “Could never sleep either. Too quiet. Too much to think about.”

You stayed still, listening.

“But this…” he paused, his thumb brushing up and down your arm, slower now, more deliberate. “This is nice.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “You mean being stuck on a lumpy couch with someone stealing your blanket?”

He chuckled under his breath. “Exactly that, yeah.”

There was a comfortable pause after that. No pressure to speak. No need to explain. Just the soft creak of the old lodge settling around you, the fading fire, the quiet rhythm of breathing in sync.

“I meant it earlier,” Will said suddenly, more awake now. “I notice things. I notice you.”

You tilted your head to look up at him. His eyes were open now, locked on yours. There was something steady in them - no teasing, no sarcasm. Just truth.

Your throat felt tight. “Then why do act like I don’t exist – and when you do it’s like I’m the worst person to ever step foot on earth. Why didn’t you just say something?”

He gave you a look - gentle, a little unsure. “Would you have believed me?”

You didn’t answer. Because maybe you wouldn’t have. Not when you were so caught up in overthinking every glance, every word, every moment where it felt like something was there.

You couldn’t find the words to reply to him, moving your eyes from his and down to the hand that was splayed over his chest rising with the rhythm of his breath. Every inch of you wanted to pull away from the contact but you couldn’t.

Will’s fingers found yours, curling around them without thinking. “You don’t have to say anything,”

You nodded slowly, your fingers tightening slightly in his. “Okay.”

You wanted to say so much more - but for now, the quiet between you felt enough.

No bickering, no challenges, just silence.

Eventually, your head dropped back onto his chest, your eyelids heavier than before. Will’s arm stayed wrapped around you, holding you close like a secret.

Neither of you said another word.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt like you might actually sleep.

“Will you twats be quiet?”

Will’s groggy, annoyed voice cut through the haze of sleep, echoing through your ears and pulling you back into consciousness. His voice, though irritated, still carried that familiar warmth beneath it - like it took effort to sound properly annoyed.

You stilled.

There was a hand resting on your hip. A thumb tracing absent-minded shapes into the fabric of your shirt. Small, lazy movements that sent a quiet warmth up your spine.

You let out a slow, silent yawn, stretching your legs slightly, trying not to move too much -but it was too late.

Will cursed under his breath, just softly enough for only you to hear, and you opened your eyes to find his already on you. His gaze was soft, half-lidded with sleep but undeniably tender.

The fire from last night had gone out, leaving the room lit by pale morning light that spilled through the wide lodge windows. In it, Will looked unfairly good – his face lit in a way that made him seem otherwordly

“Sorry,” you whispered, your voice still hoarse from sleep.

You shifted back quickly, putting a little more distance between the two of you than either of you really wanted. In your rush, you didn’t notice the way his expression faltered, the flicker of disappointment that passed over his features.

The shift in warmth - the sudden absence of contact - left something hollow behind.

But then you felt it: eyes. The kind of sensation that meant you were being watched.

You turned your head toward the kitchen, where a group of your friends stood, frozen mid-movement. Toast halfway to mouths, coffee cups paused, eyes wide.

George and Bach looked mildly amused. Chris and Television had a knowing smirk. And Chip looked like he had far too many questions he was dying to ask. While the girls looked as though they were gonna burst with a plethora of emotions.

Your stomach dropped.

The colour drained from your face as heat flooded your cheeks. Whatever soft, delicate bubble you and Will had existed in overnight had burst the second the rest of the world woke up.

Without saying another word, you pushed yourself up from the sofa, quickly bolting for the stairs, the sound of your heartbeat roaring in your ears.

Behind you, Will sat up slowly, dragging a hand through his messy hair, lips parting like he wanted to call after you - but he didn’t.

Instead, he just watched you disappear up the stairs, still clinging to the spot you'd left behind.

You shut your bedroom door with a quiet click, leaning your back against it for a second as you pressed your palms into your face. Your cheeks were still warm, heart racing from the way everyone had seen. From the way Will had looked at you like he wasn’t even trying to hide it.

You weren’t sure what rattled you more - the intimacy of waking up like that, or the fact that it had felt so normal.

The moment was clinging to your skin like static.

You let out a slow breath and turned toward your bag to start getting ready when you heard the creak of the floorboards outside the door.

A knock came - soft but intentional. Followed by the familiar sound of Liv’s voice.

“Open up. We saw, don’t bother pretending.”

You groaned quietly, but there was no real fight behind it. You cracked the door and saw the three of them standing there: Liv, arms crossed with a knowing glint in her eye; Sabina, barely holding in a grin; and Flo, clutching her mug of tea like she’d just come from witnessing a soap drama and needed the tea to cope.

You sighed and stepped aside, letting them in without a word.

They all flooded in with quiet laughter and whispered gasps like they were sneaking into forbidden territory. Flo dropped onto the edge of the bed, Sabina leaned against the desk, and Liv closed the door behind her with a smug little click.

“You slept on the sofa with Will?” Liv started, her voice hushed but clearly filled with barely-contained excitement.

Sabina tilted her head, eyes sparkling. “And not just slept - slept slept. Like spooning? We all saw the hand placement.”

“Guys,” you muttered, covering your face again with a groan, “please, I’m already dying of secondhand embarrassment.”

“Secondhand?” Flo asked, raising a brow. “Babes, you were the source.”

You flopped onto the bed beside her, dragging a pillow over your face as they all laughed softly around you.

Liv nudged the pillow. “Okay, but seriously… are you going to pretend there’s nothing there?”

You peeked out, your voice quiet. “It wasn’t planned.”

Flo nodded gently. “Didn’t look like it. Looked… natural.”

That word made your stomach flutter. Natural. That’s exactly what it felt like.

You sat up slowly, fingers knotting together in your lap. “I didn’t even realise I’d fallen asleep. One minute he was telling me I could, and the next…” You trailed off, unsure how to even explain the way it felt. The way Will had held you. The way he hadn’t hesitated. Like you belonged there.

Sabina gave you a soft smile, her voice gentler now. “And when you woke up?”

Your throat tightened. “He was already looking at me.”

They all went quiet for a second.

Flo set her mug down. “So, what are you going to do about it?”

You looked at her like she’d asked you to solve world peace. “What can I do? I ran out of the room like an idiot.”

“You panicked,” Liv said simply, brushing her hand against your arm. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Sabina tilted her head. “But maybe don’t run next time, yeah?”

You nodded slowly, chewing the inside of your cheek. The image of Will’s sleepy face, the warmth of his chest, the way his thumb had never stopped drawing shapes against your arm - it all came rushing back.

“I don’t know what this is,” you whispered. “But it’s driving me insane.”

Flo smiled. “Then talk to him about it.”

There was a beat of silence. Just the sound of the wind brushing softly against the windows, and the distant hum of voices downstairs. Then Liv stood, smoothing down her hoodie with a sigh.

“Alright, lovebirds. Let’s get ready before someone else accuses us of being dramatic.”

“We are dramatic,” Sabina shot back, and you couldn’t help but laugh, your nerves softening under their familiar chaos.

But even as they joked, your thoughts lingered in the quiet corners of that morning.

And in the space beside you that still felt a little too empty.

[lxclerc]

𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 ─ 𝐦𝐯𝟏

summary: where max verstappen is the subject of a love song from a singer who never writes love songs pairing: max verstappen x american singer!reader faceclaim: no one specifically but based off olivia rodrigo

note: me? writing max verstappen? smau fluff? on main? everyone look away.

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dailyynupdates yn was seen around monte carlo the past few days, taking pictures with fans and allegedly cozying up with three time world champion max verstappen

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user12 what is going on in the house of commons because this was the last thing i expected

user39 this is quite literally the most random pairing i've ever stumbled across

user91 how do they even know each other 😭 user63 right like...where did this even come from? how did it start? literally how did they meet? they could not be farthest apart in the sphere of famous people

user19 now who the hell is max verstappen and why is he with my wife?

user49 oh girl you have a lot to catch up on the max lore user71 max is a formula one driver user56 saying max is a formula 1 driver like he currently isn't dominating the sport to the point where people hates him saying he's making it boring since he keeps winning because he's just that fucking good that literally no other driver can keep up is kinda wild user10 oh so our girl's new man is good at his job user52 "good at his job might just be the biggest understatement of the century when it comes to max. man's a fucking beast at his job

user48 i dont have to see her with her ratty ex anymore omfg war is over

user93 dare i say...they're adorable

user82 yn being in an age appropriate, healthy relationship? i never thought the day would come

user74 we won for real 🥹🫶

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dailyynupdates max and yn in a video posted by yn's friend 😭

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user93 oh my god look at them 😭

user81 they look so in love i want to cry

user65 "maximillian, do i look pretty like this?" "you always look pretty" i couldn't quite catch what he said at the end but 😭😭😭

user85 dutch here and i believe he said "laiverd" which means darling user75 this means so much to me user65 you just made my entire week

user45 seeing her in love after all the shit men is healing a part of me i didnt know was broken

user53 max fixing her hood then kissing her cheek what if you just stabbed me

user31 every time i see these, i get the urge to take a shot of bleach 😀

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sincerelyyn can't have a conversation if it's not all about you

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yourfriend as the other person of those conversations, he's fine i guess 😒

sincerelyyn you know i love youuuuu

taylorswift love seeing you happy ❤️

sincerelyyn ❤️❤️ user73 mother is all of us user63 you know it's real when it's taylor swift approved

conangrey i hate happy couples i hope you both trip 🫶

sincerelyyn die 🫶

user92 their friendship is everything to me

user15 not girlie trying to soft launch like we all don't know who it is 😭

user43 THEYRE SO ‼️🥵🥰⚠️

user65 you're so right

user24 i'm so happy finally seeing our girl happy 😭

user84 "someday i'll be everything to somebody else" YES YOU ARE BABYGIRL 😭

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maxverstappen1 my american girl 🩷

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charles_leclerc i still can't believe this is happening

maxverstappen1 for someone who don't even follow me, you sure are early to my posts 😒 user91 max gagged him with that im afraid

landonorris please please max talk to her about getting me tickets 😭

user85 lando is just like us fr struggling to get guts tour tickets maxverstappen1 no ❤️ landonorris 😔 sincerelyyn @landonorris let me get you in contact with my team 🤍 maxverstappen1 baby noooo sincerelyyn be nice, max landonorris HELL YEAH THANKS YN user42 this is the crossover i never thought i needed

user66 max posting non racing content and being all soft in the comments for yn in what world am i in

user52 fr i feel like im in an alternate universe 😭

sincerelyyn love youuuu

maxverstappen1 love you more

sincelyyn i never knew love could be so golden till i met you <3

maxverstappen1 mijn hele hart is van jou, schat (you own my entire heart, darling) user42 they mean so very much to me 😭

danielricciardo god the two of you make me nauseous

maxverstappen1 hating because you ain't us danielricciardo im not liking that attitude, kid 😒 user71 daniel is so us

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sincerelyyn so american will be out on all platforms at midnight. a letter to the man i love, the only way i know how ❤️

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maxverstappen1 i adore you with everything in my being ❤️

sincerelyyn ik hou van je (i love you)

i hope you guys liked this as much as i loved writing it 🫶

[mysticpearl]

WE NEED THE COMFORTT FOR THE BLIND READER FUN YOU CAN’T LEAVE US HANGING LIKE THIS?????? (can’t do angst no comfort 😔)

-> blinded mistakes - happy ending

synopsis -> your husband feels bad for the way he snapped the other day. how does he make it up to you?

a/n -> approximately 28 people have asked for a part 2. this is insane i have so many people to tag (who aren't anons, obviously) BUT THANKS FOR ALL THE LOVE ON MY OTHER ONE OMGGGGG!!!! i love u all sm

warnings -> crying, but that's kinda all lol. this ones mostly just fluff!

w/c -> 951

-> kamisato ayato

it’s been a few days since the argument. 

ayato had been given an extension due to his circumstances, and didn’t have to worry about the ruined papers due to the kindness from the city's higher-ups who assigned him such papers in the first place. a lot of them were salvageable, too.

once he finished them, he leaned back, smiling from the stress relief. he got up, grabbed a cup of tea from the kitchen, and realized something.

you weren’t in the main room, waiting for him to leave his office so you two could spend some time together.

he then thought back about the events that took place. his chest immediately fills with regret at the words spoken to you. coincidentally, ayaka walked into the room.

“ayaka, have you seen y/n?” he hurried to his sister, who simply sighed.

“they’ve been in their room. they’ve been beating themselves up about the incident, so now they’re afriad of moving incase they bother you more,” she brushed past him. “good luck making amends. they’re incredibly hurt.”

he nodded, processing the information. he pacewalked to your shared bedroom, where he opened the door to see your sleeping form. 

he sat next to you, stroking your hair until you woke up. when you felt a hand on top of your head, you flinched a little bit.

“who’s there?” you said in a soft voice, unwilling to cause more issues by lashing out or showing aggression. 

“ayato,” he took his hand off your head. “i’ve come to say i’m sorry.”

you got up and found the headboard, slowly resting yourself up on it. “why all of the sudden? i hope you understand that you really hurt me, ayato. i’ve been too scared to get up these last few days because of the way you made me feel. the only times i’ve gotten up were to go to the restroom, bathe, and eat, but thoma would bring me something here. i still think about the words you said and your gestures.”

he looked down, sighing. he didn’t realize how much of an effect his words and actions had on you, but now that he’s hearing it from you, it seems like two more tons added to his shoulders. “don’t worry about it. it was salvageable, and you hadn’t ruined anything.”

“i wish you told me that when it happened, ayato,” you started to tear up. “i forgive you, but i don’t want to hear that again. it made me feel like shit.”

he nodded, hugging you tight, letting you cry into his shoulder. you felt around his body to realize he was wearing his white and blue suit, the one he usually goes out to fight in. 

“i’m not ruining this suit, right…?” you brought your face off his shoulder, but he immediately shoved it back in the same spot, silently telling you the obvious answer. 

he was glad he was able to resolve things. he couldn’t imagine a life without you.

-> wriothesley

it’s been about a week since wriothesley has seen you. he figured you went out of the fortress, staying over at a hotel or with a friend, like navia or chlorinde. he pretty much figured it would be chlorinde, considering she hasn’t come down to the fortress or has tried to initiate contact with him since the incident. 

he figured he’d try knocking on both doors, starting with navia. once navia told him everything he needed to know; that you were with chlorinde, he rushed over to her place.

“what are you doing here?” she scoffs as she opened the door, leaning against the doorframe. “your wife told me everything. i hope to trust that you didn’t embarrass her in front of the people who work for the palais mermonia, especially monsieur neuvillette himself.”

he shook his head, rubbing at his temples. “just let me see her, would you? i want to apologize.”

she nodded, clearing the doorway, allowing him to rush into the spare bedroom. 

you knew he was the one coming towards your room, considering his footsteps were a lot heavier than anyone you’ve ever known. his were tough, threatening. 

“wriothesley! w-what are you-” you started, your heart beating a little faster.

“i want to apologize for the things i said. i didn’t have to completely redo all my papers, and neuvillette understood the situation, and i was able to get an extent.”

you shook your head. “so you embarrassed me then, huh? you told them everything? that your stupid blind wife who is not even near good enough for you ruined your work?” 

he was speechless. he didn’t know how to respond to that sentence, so he put his hands on your shoulders, asking for silent permission to take you into a hug. once you nodded, he embraced you tightly. 

“no, i didn’t tell them that. i told him it was just a spill, and that i was able to save some of the papers. neuvillette is a very understanding man, and this never happens. i never need new copies or need extents, so he was willing to do it this time. nothing about you came up in our conversation,” he swallowed a lump in his throat before going on. “and you’re not stupid. you’re also the perfect choice for me, not good enough my ass. no matter what i have to do to make you see that, just because you have a disability doesn’t mean you’re unworthy.”

you started to cry, letting the tears spill into his chest, creating a damp spot on his tie. 

“so you don’t hate me then?” you sniffed.

“no, not at all. i couldn’t bring myself to hate you for something as dumb as that.”

[sweetheartsofpanem]

Did You Just Whimper? - Soft Things Survive

Previous Part

this is pure filth as an apology for not posting yesterday and not posting this until late😭😔

warnings: refer to series masterlist

pairing(s): refer to series masterlist

word count: 7.39k

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Peeta opens the door before you can even knock.

“Aweeee,” he says, already beaming. “We get to babysit my sister.”

You blink at him.

Soot shrieks from inside the blanket in your arms.

“She’s not your sister,” you mutter, adjusting the lump of demon kitten currently digging her claws into your shirt. “She’s a baby gremlin who doesn’t understand boundaries.”

“She’s family,” he argues, already reaching for the bundle.

“She’s chaos,” you say, refusing to let go until he uses both hands to support her properly. “And I want it on record that if she knocks anything off a shelf, eats something weird, or screams between the hours of midnight and four a.m., I warned you.”

Peeta just grins. “She’ll be an angel for us.”

Behind him, Katniss snorts.

You glance at her over Peeta’s shoulder. “You’re okay with this?”

Katniss crosses her arms. “She’s quieter than you two when you think you’re being subtle.”

Your ears go hot immediately. “We’re very subtle, thank you.”

Katniss lifts an eyebrow, and you decide it’s not worth defending.

Peeta’s already cradling Soot like she’s the Capitol’s most precious jewel, cooing at her while she flattens her ears and growls.

“She hates that,” you say, trying not to laugh.

“She loves it,” he says confidently, already walking her inside.

You turn back to Katniss. “You really don’t mind? It’s just one night. She won’t sleep unless we leave the door open, and she loses her mind if she can’t see us.”

Katniss shrugs. “It’s fine.”

You squint at her. “Is this real ‘it’s fine,’ or your usual ‘I will suffer in silence until I die’ kind of fine?”

She gives you a look.

“Right. Got it. Real fine.”

You linger a moment longer, awkward and grateful and weirdly anxious, before calling, “Thanks again. Seriously.”

Peeta calls back from inside, “Don’t worry, she’s already our daughter now!”

Soot yowls like she deeply disagrees.

You close the door behind you, turn back toward Haymitch’s house, and feel it settle in your chest.

Silence.

Alone.

A whole day and night with Haymitch.

No tiny creature screaming outside your door. No claws on your thighs. No urgent meows mid-kiss. Just you and him.

You let that thought bloom slowly.

And then you walk home a little faster.

The door clicks shut behind you, and the stillness hits instantly.

No meowing. No claws against wood. No feather-light paws batting at your ankles the second you step out of your shoes.

Just air.

Just quiet.

Haymitch is already leaning against the banister at the bottom of the stairs, arms crossed, watching you with an expression that’s hard to name.

You blink at him.

“What?” you ask.

His voice is low. Even. “We’re actually alone?”

You nod slowly. “Yeah. They took her. Overnight.”

He doesn’t say anything.

He just straightens, walks toward you in three steady steps, and takes your hand.

No sarcasm. No smirk. No warning.

He just threads your fingers through his, turns, and tugs you gently toward the stairs.

You follow without question.

He doesn’t speak until you’re halfway up. “Two weeks, honey.”

Your chest stutters.

“I know,” you say softly.

He squeezes your hand. “I’m losing my mind.”

You smile, barely.

When you reach the bedroom, he opens the door without letting go of you. You expect him to pull you into a kiss or make some half-witty comment—but instead, he just leads you to the bed, drops his weight onto it like he’s been holding it in for days, and opens his arms.

You don’t hesitate.

You crawl in beside him, immediately curling into his chest, your face tucked under his chin, your leg draped over his hip like you’re trying to mold your body into his.

His arms wrap around you tight. One hand in your hair. The other splayed over the small of your back.

He doesn’t say anything else.

He doesn’t have to.

You just breathe into each other’s silence, the weight of separation finally sliding off your shoulders.

You don’t think you’ve ever felt this safe.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been lying there.

His hand’s been stroking slow along your back for what feels like hours, your fingers resting lightly on his chest. You’re half-asleep but too content to drift off completely. Just breathing, just touching, just here.

Haymitch shifts beneath you slightly. You hear him exhale.

Then—grumbled into your hair, voice raspy with sleep and mild resentment—“I love the damn cat, but she’s really cock-blocking my whole life.”

You snort against his collarbone before you can stop yourself.

He grumbles again. “I’m serious. I haven’t been able to touch you properly in weeks.”

“You’ve touched me,” you mumble, still smiling.

“Not like this. Not without that little demon screaming like we locked her in the basement.”

“She has separation anxiety.”

“She has issues.”

You laugh again, quiet and warm, and tip your head back to look at him.

His eyes are half-lidded, his hair a mess against the pillow, and he’s got that look he only gets when he’s been holding something in too long—not angry. Just aching.

Your smile softens.

“I missed this too,” you say.

He exhales through his nose, brushing your hair back from your forehead. “Thought I was gonna lose my damn mind.”

You press a kiss just below his jaw. “You almost did. You sat on her tail twice.”

“She bit me.”

“She had every right.”

He scoffs.

But he doesn’t argue.

And when you settle back against his chest, you swear he holds you even tighter.

He doesn’t say anything else for a while.

But he doesn’t stop touching you, either.

You shift slightly, tucking your nose in tighter against his neck, and whisper, “We should just move out into the woods.”

He huffs. “And do what, build a cabin?”

“Yeah. Raise chickens. Be feral.”

He snorts. “You’d die in a week.”

“I wouldn’t,” you argue. “You would. You’d get so annoyed with me singing to the chickens and picking flowers instead of actually helping.”

He smirks, mouth pressed to your temple. “That I believe.”

You grin and close your eyes again.

It’s so quiet.

Just the buzz of summer outside the window. The weight of his hand on your back. The lightest press of his leg tangled with yours beneath the blankets.

You whisper, “I really missed this.”

He hums low in his throat. “Yeah. Me too, honey.”

And it’s the way he says it this time—not grumbled or teasing or half-asleep—but there, full and soft and real, that makes your throat tighten just a little.

You don’t say anything else.

But you press your palm to his chest, right over his heart.

And when he covers your hand with his, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, you don’t move.

It’s quiet. Still.

You trace a small circle with your thumb just above his collarbone, not thinking much of it.

Then his hand moves—up from your back, over your shoulder, fingers brushing along your jaw.

He tilts your face toward him.

You look up without hesitation.

And he kisses you.

No warning. No pause.

Just the soft press of his mouth to yours, easy and steady like it’s something he needed.

You kiss him back without thinking.

Your hand curls into the front of his shirt.

And for a long, slow moment, that’s all there is—just the warmth of his mouth, the way his thumb brushes your cheek, the way he exhales when you kiss him a little deeper.

His thumb strokes gently along your cheek as his mouth moves with yours—slow, sure, never pulling too far back. Each kiss lingers a little longer than the one before. Like he’s tasting something he’s been missing for weeks and trying not to be greedy about it.

You shift closer, chest pressing against his, one hand sliding up to cup the side of his neck. He breathes out softly through his nose like the touch settles something in him.

He kisses you again.

And again.

And again.

No rush, no tugging, no hungry need—just that slow pull of wanting. Of missing. Of finally.

His hand finds your hip, fingers pressing lightly there like he needs to keep you close even though you’re already tucked into him, already half-draped over his side. His lips part slightly the next time they meet yours, and the kiss deepens—not urgent, but sure. Like he knows exactly where to go, and he’s in no hurry to get there.

You sigh against him, and he kisses you again.

And it’s enough to forget the time. The heat. The quiet stretch of days where you couldn’t have this.

This is all you want right now.

Just his mouth on yours.

Your fingers curl more tightly at the base of his neck.

He kisses you deeper this time—no hesitation, no teasing. Just his mouth warm and open against yours, his hand slipping beneath the hem of your shirt to rest at the curve of your waist. His touch is careful. Not uncertain, just… steady. Like he’s not trying to rush anything. Like he just wants to feel you again.

You melt into him, your thigh sliding higher over his hip, chest pressing flush to his. He groans—soft and low in the back of his throat, like the sound slips out before he can stop it.

It goes straight through you.

You kiss him again, slower this time, and his hand moves up your back, under your shirt, dragging gently along your spine until your whole body shivers.

“Missed this,” he murmurs against your mouth, barely a whisper.

“I know,” you breathe.

You shift to straddle him, movements quiet and careful, like you’re both afraid to break the spell. His hands find your hips instantly, and you can feel the way he holds you tighter now—closer. Like he’s afraid to let go again.

You cup his jaw, kiss him with more weight behind it, and he leans up into you like he’s been waiting to feel you like this for days. Weeks. Always.

You pull back just a little, barely enough space between your mouths to breathe. Your forehead rests against his, noses brushing, both of you catching your breath in the quiet.

His hands stay at your hips.

Yours stay cradling his face.

And when he opens his eyes, it knocks the wind right out of you.

Because he looks at you like you’re it.

Like there’s nowhere else he’d rather be than right here with you in his lap, legs tucked around him, mouth swollen from kissing you and eyes so full of love it makes your chest ache.

Your voice comes out smaller than you mean it to.

“I love you.”

His thumbs stroke along your waist.

“I know,” he says.

Then, quieter—like it’s only for you—“I love you too, honey.”

It’s not dramatic.

Not breathless or shaking or wide-eyed.

It’s just real.

The way he says it like it’s fact. Like it’s never been anything else.

You smile—soft and full and maybe a little overwhelmed.

You kiss him again.

You’re still in his lap, hands buried in his hair, mouths moving slow and deep like you’ve got nowhere else to be.

But then his grip shifts—one hand bracing at your lower back, the other sliding up beneath your shirt, fingers warm and steady against your spine.

“Wanna lay you down,” he murmurs against your mouth.

Your breath catches. You nod.

“You okay with that?”

“Yes,” you whisper.

He exhales softly—like he was holding something in.

And then he moves.

Keeps his hands on you the whole time, slow and careful as he eases you onto your back, settling between your legs like that’s where he’s meant to be. He holds himself over you, arms braced beside your head, your thighs snug around his hips.

Your fingers slide down his back, over the curve of his shoulder blades, anchoring yourself to him.

He leans in and kisses you again—slower now, deeper. One of those kisses that makes you forget your own name. One of those kisses that says I missed you. I missed this.

His hand traces up your side, under your shirt, palm spread wide over your ribs. He doesn’t move any further, just stays there, grounding you.

“You okay?” he murmurs.

You nod. “Yes.”

He kisses your cheek, your jaw, the edge of your throat.

“Tell me if anything’s too much.”

“It won’t be.”

He exhales again, hand drifting lower, fingers curling just beneath the waistband of your shorts.

“Still okay?”

You nod, more urgently this time. “Yes, Haymitch.”

He hesitates again, even though you can feel the way he’s barely holding himself back—the heat between you, the tension in his arms.

And then you reach up, cradle his face, and whisper, “Please just do whatever you want to me.”

His whole body shudders.

“Honey…”

“I mean it,” you say, voice barely holding together. “You don’t have to be so careful. I trust you. You don’t have to ask. Just—please.”

He groans—low and wrecked and completely gone.

And then he kisses you like he’s starving.

“Okay,” he whispers into your mouth. “Yeah. I will.”

He doesn’t move fast.

Not after that.

Not after what you said.

He just kisses you—over and over, deeper every time, like he’s trying to memorize your mouth again, like he’s still not sure how much of you he gets to have. His hand slides slowly under your shirt, palm warm against your bare skin, gliding up your ribs, over your sides, tracing the shape of you like it’s the first time all over again.

You arch into it.

You can’t help it.

You’re already breathing harder, already aching everywhere he touches and everywhere he hasn’t.

His fingers brush just under the swell of your chest, not quite going further, like he’s letting you feel every second of how slow he wants to take this—even if the rest of him is straining with the effort.

He kisses the corner of your mouth. Your jaw. Down your throat, tongue dragging along the pulse point just to hear you gasp.

“You’re so soft,” he murmurs against your skin, voice rough. “Every inch of you.”

Your breath stutters. Your hands clench in his shirt.

He slides his hand higher, finally cupping your breast, thumb brushing lightly over your nipple—and it’s like your whole body lights up.

You gasp, legs tightening around him.

He groans. “Fuck, honey. That good?”

You nod—desperate, eyes fluttering. “Yes. More. Please.”

He grinds down just enough for you to feel him—hard, heavy between your thighs—and you swear you could cry from just that alone.

But all he does is lean in and kiss you again, thumb still brushing, his other hand gripping your waist like he’s trying to stay tethered to the moment.

“Gonna take such good care of you,” he breathes. “Just like this. Slow.”

You shiver beneath him, thighs tightening around his hips.

And then—so quiet he almost misses it—“…What if I don’t want it slow?”

He stills.

Pulls back just enough to see your face, eyes dark and wide and glassy with heat.

His breath catches. “Yeah?”

You nod, biting your lip. “I want you to do whatever you want to me, remember?”

His jaw flexes.

One of his hands slides down your thigh, grips it tighter—possessive now, not just steady.

“You sure?”

You nod again. “Please.”

He leans in, mouth grazing yours, and his voice is low and rough and completely gone when he says, “Good. Because I don’t think I can go slow anymore.”

He kisses you again—rougher now, fuller, less patience and more claiming. His hands are already moving, one dragging down your side, slipping beneath your waistband, gripping your hip like he owns it.

“Need these off,” he mutters against your mouth, fingers already working your shorts down.

You lift your hips automatically.

He sits back just enough to tug them past your thighs, your knees, down your legs and off entirely. They hit the floor behind him, forgotten, and he’s already reaching again—already kissing down your stomach like he has to touch you everywhere he can.

His hands find your thighs next.

He spreads them apart slowly, wide enough to make you gasp. And when he looks at you, it’s not a question anymore—it’s hunger.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you.

Then he leans in and bites—just the softest scrape of teeth against the inside of your thigh. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make your breath hitch.

You whimper. “Haymitch—”

He kisses the spot right after. “Want everyone to know you’re mine.”

He does it again—higher now, closer to where you’re throbbing for him.

Another mark.

Another kiss.

“Gonna leave you covered,” he breathes. “Everywhere I can reach.”

You moan, hips lifting off the bed, fingers clutching the sheets.

He presses one hand to your thigh, pinning you still, and kisses higher.

Then higher again.

And when he finally slides your underwear down, slow and rough, and tosses them aside without looking?

You forget how to breathe entirely.

He doesn’t move fast.

Not now that your legs are bare and open for him, not now that you’ve said please and meant all of it.

He shifts back just a little, eyes dragging up your body—slow, dark, hungry. And then his hands slide under your shirt, palms flat against your ribs, and he sits up just enough to tug it over your head.

You lift your arms wordlessly, letting him pull it off.

It hits the floor behind him, forgotten.

His gaze drops.

And the look on his face—like he’s just been handed something sacred—makes your breath catch hard in your throat.

“Fuck, honey,” he mutters, one hand dragging up your side, thumb brushing just under the curve of your breast. “You’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me.”

You don’t get a chance to respond.

Because he leans down, sinks lower between your thighs again, and bites—just above the spot he knows you want him most.

Not hard.

Just enough to make you gasp.

Then he soothes it with his tongue.

And does it again.

You twist beneath him, fingers clutching at the sheets. “Haymitch—”

“I know,” he murmurs against your skin. “I know, honey. I’ll give it to you.”

But not yet.

His mouth keeps moving up, slow and unhurried, tongue dragging, lips brushing, then—bite.

Higher.

A bruise blooming just where your thigh meets your hip.

“You’re gonna be fuckin’ covered by morning,” he mutters, voice ragged.

You whimper. “Good.”

He groans at that and leans in to mouth at your hip, his hand sliding up to cup the underside of your thigh, squeezing like he can’t stand how soft you are.

“You don’t even know what you do to me,” he breathes.

You try to respond, but he’s already kissing up your stomach—biting just above your navel, then licking over it, slow and deliberate, leaving wet heat and flushed skin in his wake.

Another mark. Another kiss. Another gasp from you.

He mouths over your ribs, your side, up to the edge of your breast, and grins against your skin when your back arches to meet him.

“Fuck, honey. Look at you,” he mutters, voice shaking.

And then he bites again—higher, right where your breast curves soft and perfect beneath his mouth.

You moan—loud and helpless.

He groans like he’s losing it.

He licks the mark he just left—just under the swell of your breast—then lifts his head, eyes dragging down your body like he still can’t believe he gets to have this.

You’re already breathing hard, chest rising and falling, fingers twisted in the sheets like it’s the only way to keep from flying apart.

His hand slides back down your side. Over your hip. Between your legs.

He groans when he feels how wet you are.

“Jesus fuck, honey,” he mutters, voice cracked open. “You’re soaked.”

You whimper, thighs tensing.

And then he moves.

Fast.

Drops between your legs like he’s starving, hands spreading your thighs wide again as he leans in without hesitation, mouth open, breath hot against your skin.

And when he licks you—one slow, deep drag from your dripping entrance all the way up to your clit—you cry out.

He groans into it. Like the taste of you hits too hard.

“Fuck, honey,” he pants. “Missed this—missed this so much.”

His tongue moves fast, messy, desperate, flattening over your clit, then circling it, then sucking until your hips jerk off the bed.

You gasp, hand flying to his hair, tangling in the messy strands.

“Haymitch—”

“Uh-uh,” he growls, pulling you closer, hands gripping your thighs like he’s anchoring himself there. “Don’t start talkin’. Just let me eat, honey.”

And then he does.

Fucking devours you.

His tongue moves in sharp, slick circles, flicking just right—every time, like he knows the exact rhythm that makes your toes curl. His mouth seals around your clit and he moans against it, the vibrations sending sparks all the way up your spine.

You’re shaking.

You can’t stop.

“God—fuck, Haymitch—”

“That’s it,” he rasps between licks, “that’s it, honey. Come on. Give it to me.”

He doesn’t slow down.

Doesn’t ease up.

Just keeps going, licking and sucking and groaning like he needs this more than air.

Like he’s addicted to the way you taste, the way you move under his mouth, the way you break for him.

And when you do—when you finally come, loud and gasping, thighs clamping around his head, back arching off the bed—

He stays there.

Mouth locked on you, tongue still flicking, dragging it out until your whole body trembles and your voice gives out trying to moan his name.

Only then does he pull back.

His lips are wet, his breathing rough, and he looks wrecked.

And proud.

So, so proud.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he whispers, dragging his hand up your thigh, soothing where he held you so tight. “Look at you.”

You try to speak.

Fail.

He grins, smug and breathless.

“Think you can take more?”

You don’t even realize your eyes are closed until the mattress shifts beneath you—just the smallest dip from where he’s still kneeling between your legs.

Your breath is still catching in your chest, thighs trembling where they’ve fallen open again, skin flushed and damp with sweat.

You blink up at the ceiling.

It takes a few seconds before you can focus.

Before your mind catches up to your body.

And when you finally glance down—

He’s just watching you.

Propped on one hand, the other dragging lazy strokes over your thigh, eyes heavy-lidded and dark, lips swollen and glistening. But he’s not cocky anymore. Not smug.

He’s looking at you like you’re something sacred.

Like he can’t believe he gets to look at you like this.

You try to speak—just his name—but your voice catches.

He smirks, soft and crooked. “Don’t strain yourself, honey. I’ve got time.”

His hand keeps moving, slow and reverent, fingers tracing the edge of a bruise he left on your inner thigh like he’s proud of it. Like it means something.

You shift slightly, still breathless, and he leans in just enough to kiss the inside of your knee.

“You’re the prettiest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs, barely loud enough to hear.

You exhale shakily, legs still open for him, too undone to close them. Too his to even think about it.

He smiles like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

His hand moves from your thigh to the soft skin just above your knee, slow and warm, dragging lazy lines up and down like he’s got nowhere else to be.

You’re still catching your breath.

Still flushed.

Still half out of your mind.

And he’s grinning like he knows it.

“You look a little wrecked there, honey,” he drawls, voice low and teasing.

You shoot him a look—exhausted, flushed, and still somehow defiant. “You act like that’s not your fault.”

“Oh, it’s definitely my fault.”

His fingers slide a little lower.

“You want me to apologize?”

You hum, stretching under his touch. “Might be nice.”

He leans down, kisses your hip, and murmurs against your skin, “Sorry you look so good when you come.”

You swat at him weakly.

He catches your wrist, brings it to his mouth, kisses your palm, then presses it back to your side like he’s tucking you in.

“You ready for more?” he asks, fingers dragging just a little lower now, dipping between your thighs—but not touching where you want him most.

“Maybe,” you breathe.

“Maybe?”

You roll your eyes, chest still rising and falling. “If you stop talking so much.”

He huffs a laugh and finally slides one finger through your folds, slow and easy.

You shiver.

He groans. “Still so wet for me, baby. I barely did anything.”

“You did something.”

“Did I?” he says innocently, sliding his finger back up, circling your clit with maddening lightness. “Could’ve sworn I was just being polite.”

You let out a sound that’s somewhere between a whimper and a laugh. “You’re impossible.”

His grin turns crooked, voice low and full of heat. “And you’re fuckin’ perfect.”

Then he slips one finger inside you.

Your mouth drops open.

“Still good?” he asks.

You nod—fast.

He kisses your thigh again, adds a second finger, curling them just right, and you arch into his touch instantly.

“God—Haymitch—”

“That’s it, honey,” he murmurs. “Let me hear you.”

And when his thumb brushes your clit again, slow and steady, watching your face the whole time—

You know you’re about to come all over again.

And he knows it too.

His fingers move slow—deep, steady, curling just right like he’s savoring every inch of you. His thumb circles your clit in soft, perfect strokes, and he’s watching your face like it’s his favorite thing he’s ever seen.

You whimper, already trembling.

He leans in closer, voice low and warm. “Already gonna come again, honey?”

You nod helplessly, breath catching. “Yes.”

He grins, all soft affection and quiet smugness. “You’re just so sweet like this, huh?”

You let out a shaky breath. “You’re so annoying.”

He laughs under his breath, kissing the inside of your thigh. “Yeah, but you love me.”

You do.

You don’t say it now, but it’s in the way your hips move under his touch, in the way your hands twist in the sheets like you’re trying to stay grounded, like the sound of his voice is the only thing holding you together.

He strokes deeper, thumb a little firmer, just enough pressure to make your whole body stutter.

“There you go,” he murmurs. “Just like that.”

You gasp, mouth falling open, legs starting to shake again.

“That’s it, honey. C’mon. Let go for me.”

Your breath hitches.

And then it crashes over you.

The second orgasm hits harder than the first—full-body, toes curling, heat flooding through you so fast you can’t even get his name out, just a broken moan that could mean anything and only means him.

He keeps his fingers moving, slow and steady, until your hips finally twitch and you try to squirm away.

“Too much?” he whispers.

You nod, barely able to speak.

He kisses your thigh again. “You did so good for me.”

You let out a shaky, breathless laugh. “You’re so full of yourself.”

He smiles against your skin. “You’re not complaining.”

You aren’t.

Not even close.

You’re still gasping, thighs twitching around his hips, arms limp at your sides like your bones forgot how to hold you together.

Haymitch eases his fingers out slowly—carefully, like he’s afraid to break you any more than he already has.

You whimper at the loss.

He shushes you gently, kissing the inside of your knee.

Then your thigh.

Then the soft skin just above your hip, as he crawls up over you again, slow and warm and steady.

You blink up at him, dazed and flushed, lips parted, skin damp with sweat.

He looks at you like you’re everything.

His hand slides up your side, over your ribs, the back of his knuckles brushing your breast as he leans in. You feel his breath on your cheek before you feel the kiss—soft, slow, pressed to the corner of your mouth like he’s asking.

You turn your head and kiss him properly.

It’s not needy this time.

Just full. Deep. Slow.

The kind of kiss that makes you feel loved.

His hand cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers, voice hoarse. “Every fuckin’ inch of you.”

You close your eyes, overwhelmed.

He kisses your cheek.

Your jaw.

Your throat.

“Sweetest thing I’ve ever touched,” he murmurs, trailing soft kisses down to your shoulder. “Don’t know what I did to get this lucky.”

Your breath catches.

You reach up, fingers brushing through his hair, and he leans into the touch like it undoes him.

“Haymitch,” you whisper.

He kisses your collarbone, breath still rough against your skin.

“I got you, honey,” he says. “You just breathe. I’m right here.”

His lips trail back up to yours, kissing you slow, open-mouthed, like he’s trying to pour everything he feels straight into your skin.

When he pulls back just enough to look at you, his hand finds yours—lacing your fingers together beside your head, grounding both of you.

“You still with me, honey?”

You nod, breath catching. “Yeah. I’m with you.”

He presses his forehead to yours for a second, breathing you in.

Then he shifts his weight, one hand reaching between you. You feel the way he strokes himself, slow and rough, the soft gasp he lets out against your cheek.

And then you feel him press against you—just the tip, just enough to make your legs tense and your breath stutter.

He pauses.

“Still okay?”

You nod again. “Please.”

He exhales, and you can hear how tight his voice is when he whispers, “I’ll go slow.”

And he does.

He pushes in with aching care, inch by inch, every part of him holding still until you’ve taken more—until you’re gasping and arching and shaking underneath him.

You moan as he fills you, and he groans like it hurts to go this slow, like he’s holding back everything in him just to make this right.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “You feel so good. So goddamn perfect.”

You clutch his arm, fingers digging into his bicep. “More,” you whisper. “I want all of you.”

He leans in, mouth brushing your jaw as he sinks the rest of the way in—deep and slow and so careful.

You gasp, overwhelmed, and he moans into your neck.

“Shit—there you go, honey. Just like that.”

He holds there for a moment, buried inside you, both of you shaking with it.

“You okay?” he whispers again.

You nod, eyes wet, voice cracked open. “You feel so good.”

His thumb brushes your cheek.

He starts to move—slow, steady, deep.

Each roll of his hips draws a soft gasp from you, his name slipping out like a prayer you can’t stop saying. His hand finds your waist, the other still laced with yours beside your head, grounding you while his body undoes you piece by piece.

“God, honey,” he breathes, mouth brushing the corner of your jaw. “You take me so good.”

You whimper, tightening your legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer, deeper.

He groans at that—low and rough—and shifts, angling his hips just right so every slow thrust hits perfect.

You cry out.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Right there, huh?”

You nod, eyes fluttering shut.

“Feels good?” he whispers.

“So good,” you breathe.

His pace deepens—still slow, still deliberate, but more now. More pressure, more weight, more need. Every movement dragging along your walls, pulling a sound from your throat you don’t even recognize.

“You’re perfect,” he says again, voice breaking around it. “You feel like fuckin’ heaven.”

You grip his shoulder, holding on, your breath stuttering under the weight of him—his body, his words, the way he looks at you like you’re the only thing that’s ever mattered.

“You’re mine,” he says, kissing your throat. “You know that, right?”

You nod, barely holding it together. “Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

He groans like that’s the only thing he’s been waiting to hear all night.

And then he thrusts a little harder—still slow, still full of care—but deeper, dragging a broken moan from your mouth as your nails dig into his back.

“Love this,” he murmurs. “Love you. So fuckin’ much.”

And when you look up at him—eyes wide, lips parted, flushed and ruined and his—

He kisses you like it’s the only way he knows how to breathe.

His hips start to move with more purpose now—less restraint, more need. The pace still isn’t fast, but it’s deeper, heavier, full of that sharp, aching hunger he’s been holding back for too long.

You can feel it in every thrust—the way he pushes into you like he’s trying to stay there, like he wants to carve out space inside you and live there.

You moan—loud, wrecked—and he groans right back, forehead pressed to yours, his breath shuddering with every movement.

“Fuck, honey,” he pants. “You feel so good—so fuckin’ tight—I don’t know how I’m holding it together.”

You whimper, hips arching up to meet his. “Don’t.”

His eyes flicker open, finding yours in the low light.

You’re flushed, glassy-eyed, your mouth open, breath catching with every thrust—and you look so gone for him.

He growls, low and broken. “You want it?”

“Yes,” you breathe. “More—please.”

He kisses you hard—no more teasing, no more control—just mouths crashing, breath and teeth and want. One hand grips your thigh, pulling your leg higher over his waist as he thrusts deeper, harder now, the bed creaking under the weight of it.

Every sound from you makes him move rougher.

Every gasp, every moan, every broken little “Haymitch” whispered like you’re trying to hold on.

“I love you,” he murmurs, voice shaking as he presses a kiss to your cheek, your jaw, your throat. “I love you—I fucking love you—”

You cling to him, arms around his shoulders, body trembling under every slow, hard thrust.

“I love you too,” you whisper, breathless. “Always.”

He groans, burying his face in your neck like he can’t take it.

Then he fucks you harder.

Passion in every drag of his hips—every thrust like he’s trying to brand it into you, like he wants you to feel it for days.

You don’t know how long you’ve been moving together like this—bodies flush, skin slick, mouths finding each other between every thrust.

Haymitch presses in deeper with every roll of his hips, dragging those low, full moans from your throat like he’s collecting them. His mouth stays close—your jaw, your throat, your shoulder—all of it kissed and kissed again, like he can’t stop needing you under him.

“You’re so good,” he murmurs against your neck, voice thick and raw. “Always so fuckin’ good for me.”

You arch into him, gasping when he hits that spot again, and he groans like it tears something out of him.

“Feel like you were made for me,” he breathes. “Just—fuck—just like this.”

Your hands slide up into his hair, tugging, anchoring.

“Haymitch,” you whisper, completely gone.

“Yeah, honey,” he says, panting. “I got you.”

His hand finds your face, thumb stroking your cheek as he fucks into you—deep, perfect. His forehead presses to yours.

“Look at me.”

You do.

And it hits you so hard it makes your chest ache.

Because his eyes are blown and desperate, and full of love.

Not lust. Not heat.

Love.

“I never wanted anything like I want you,” he whispers, like it hurts to say.

You make a sound that doesn’t have a name.

His hand slides down, finds your thigh again, pulling you closer, deeper—like he needs more of you even when he’s already buried inside.

You feel the tremble in his arms. The way he’s trying to hold it together because he doesn’t want to let this go yet. Doesn’t want to miss a second of it.

And you don’t either.

Because this—this—is everything.

His thrusts slow, just for a moment, like his body knows what’s coming. Like he needs one more second to hold it in, to stay in this moment where you’re still wrapped around him, still his.

You feel it too.

The trembling in your legs. The tightening in your chest. That pressure rising so fast you can barely breathe.

He leans in again, mouth brushing yours, eyes locked on yours like he’s afraid to blink.

You kiss him slow—like a promise.

And when you pull back, breathless and flushed, you whisper, “Let go with me.”

His eyes flicker, and you feel it—the way those four words knock the last of his control right out of him.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “Fuck—yeah, honey. I’m with you.”

He thrusts into you harder, deeper, more desperate now. Your hips meet his in wild, broken rhythm, and the sound of your moans and the bed and the soft, wet drag of skin on skin fills the room like heat.

You come first.

It crashes into you fast and full, pulling a cry from your throat as your body tightens and shakes beneath him, hands clutching at his shoulders, his back, anything you can grab.

And then he follows.

He lets out a rough moan—then a sound he probably didn’t mean to make.

A whimper.

Sharp. High. Completely undone.

You feel him spill inside you with a choked breath and a soft curse into your neck, his hips jerking one last time before he goes still, holding you so tight it’s like he’s afraid you’ll vanish.

You’re both panting, trembling, still tangled together, sweat-damp and clinging.

You let a beat pass.

Then you murmur, smug and breathless, “Did you just whimper?”

His body tenses against yours.

You can feel the eye roll before you even see it.

“Shut up,” he mutters.

You grin. “No, no, I liked it. Real soft. Real pretty.”

“Gonna smother you with a pillow.”

Your legs are still trembling under the sheet, useless as wet paper. You’re trying to convince yourself to move. To clean up. To do anything other than melt further into the mattress.

Haymitch is still half-draped over you, face pressed into your shoulder like he has no intention of going anywhere.

“Okay,” you breathe, trying to shift your hips. “I should get up.”

He doesn’t move.

You squirm a little. “I need to clean up.”

Still nothing.

“Haymitch.”

A groan into your neck.

You huff, batting weakly at his shoulder. “You got me so messy, I swear to god—”

“Not my fault you asked so nicely,” he mutters, voice hoarse with smug satisfaction.

You shove at him again, but it’s more fond than annoyed. “My legs don’t even work.”

“Then you’re not going anywhere.”

“I need to shower.”

Another groan, more dramatic this time. “Fine. But if you fall over, I’m not catching you.”

“Romantic.”

“Realistic,” he says, finally lifting himself off you with a grunt.

He stands beside the bed, completely naked and not even trying to act like he’s not feeling it in his legs too.

You’re still sprawled there, flushed and ruined and leaking, and you scowl at him. “You could at least help me.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You want me to carry you?”

You blink.

Then smirk. “What, you can’t?”

He stares at you like that’s a challenge.

Then sighs, muttering something about “difficult little brat” under his breath before scooping you up bridal style—like it’s nothing.

You yelp, arms flying around his neck. “I was joking—”

“Well I’m not,” he grumbles, walking you toward the bathroom. “Apparently you’re too delicate to walk, and somebody made a mess.”

You snort. “You are the mess.”

He smirks down at you. “Yeah? And you’re full of my mess.”

You gasp. “Haymitch!”

“Just sayin’.”

You laugh, breathless and bright, hiding your face against his shoulder as he nudges open the bathroom door with his foot.

And even though he’s grumbling the whole way, he sets you down so gently on the counter and starts the water with the same hand that held you steady through everything else.

Like he’d carry you every day, if you let him.

And maybe you will.

The water’s hot, steam already curling through the air as Haymitch tests the temperature, adjusting the handle like he’s done it a thousand times—which he probably has, in the exact same distracted, grumbly way.

You sit quietly on the counter, watching him with flushed skin and jelly legs.

“C’mon,” he says, offering a hand once the temperature settles.

You raise an eyebrow. “You gonna hold me the whole time so I don’t collapse dramatically?”

He smirks. “I’ll probably have to, you’re gonna fall the second you get in.”

You roll your eyes, but take his hand anyway.

He helps you in first, his other hand bracing your back like you’re glass. The moment your feet hit the floor, your knees do wobble, and he’s right there—pulling you against him with a smug hum.

“Told you.”

“Shut up.”

“You love it.”

You do.

You press your back to him, head tipped back against his chest as the water runs over both of you—warm and steady, washing away the ache and the sweat and the mess, leaving nothing but skin and closeness.

His hands find your waist.

And then your hips.

And then they don’t stop.

“Haymitch,” you warn, half-laughing as one of his palms drags up your stomach.

“What?” he says innocently, fingers splaying under your breast. “I’m just cleaning.”

“That’s not—you’re not even trying.”

He ducks down, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Can’t help it.”

You shiver.

“You’re too perfect,” he murmurs against your skin. “Right here. All mine. What the hell else am I supposed to do?”

You go quiet.

Because there’s no teasing in his voice now.

Just truth.

You turn and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer under the spray, your bodies slick and flushed and steady now, not because the world’s stopped spinning—but because you’re holding each other still.

He kisses you again—slow and deep, like it’s the first time all over again.

His hands don’t stop moving.

Even as the water slides down your back, even as his mouth trails lazy kisses along your shoulder and collarbone, his palms keep exploring—gentle, slow, like he’s still mapping you out, like he hasn’t already memorized every curve.

You lean into him, the warmth of his chest against yours grounding you as much as the tile under your feet.

“Thought this was a shower,” you murmur, lips brushing his throat.

“It is,” he says, running his hands over your hips, then cupping your ass with zero shame. “I’m just thorough.”

You snort, breath catching at the squeeze. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Mm,” he hums, nose in your hair. “And you’re soft. What a coincidence.”

You laugh into his chest, and his arms tighten around you like he doesn’t want to lose the sound.

Then softer—just a breath above the noise of the water—“Feels nice. Just havin’ you here.”

You blink up at him.

He doesn’t look away.

“You know that?” he says. “Even when you’re bossy and dramatic and make me carry you around like royalty.”

You grin. “You liked that.”

He smirks. “Yeah. I did.”

His thumb strokes over your lower back. “Could get used to this.”

You go quiet, heart thudding.

“Me too,” you say softly.

And then his hands are back on your waist, dragging slow over your sides, fingertips grazing the outer swell of your breasts as he leans in close again, mouth brushing your ear.

“Still gonna give me hell for whimpering?”

You smirk. “Oh, absolutely.”

“Figured.”

He kisses your cheek, all fond exasperation.

You tangle your fingers in the back of his hair, tilting your face up toward his.

And when he kisses you again—warm water, slow hands, full body press—you think maybe you’ll stay in here forever.

Next Part

[cynical-ghost]

SECRETS OUT

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Female!motocross!Reader

Genre: Fluffy, Social media-smau

Warning(s): translated French, language? Use of Y/N

A/N: So this is my first post on here, I’m open to constructive criticism. I hope you enjoy, Stay hydrated xoxo

Synopsis: Charles and you soft launch your relationship - fc: multiple

Y/nforeal

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Y/nforeal get yourself a guy that buys you flowers🌹

User1 since when was mother in a relationship🥲

User2 is this my new father?

Yourbff you two make me feel extremely single😭🩷

User3 tell us who he is!!

Y/nforeal Dw baby, you still my #1🩷🔥🩷🔥

Yourbff Love youuuu xoxo

User4 Who are we going to rant to about being lonely now…

User5 Mother has turned to the dark side😔

User6 this is sickening… carry on

User7 father??

User8 so we not gunna talk about the first pic?

User9 ikr like it’s only the start, I’m scared of what’s to come🤭

lilymhe ugh it’s a male

alex_albon ???

Y/nforeal Gf, I have an idea…

lilymhe…go on…

Y/nforeal right so, me, you white dresses=wives…???

lilymhe 💍💍

alex_albon tf just happed?

User10 so does this mean he’s an F1 driver?

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc so how is everyone doing?

User7 now what is this…

User11 twt is bout to go crazy😃

User2 Y/n in the likes?

User14 who’s Y/n

User2 Y/n L/n is a motocross racer, you should check her out

User14 thanks 🙏

Y/nforeal now who took that pic🤔

charles_leclerc I don’t know, I think she was a crazy fan

Y/nforeal 😃😒

User3 oh so this is happening rn

User4 you see it too?

User3 oh I see it alright…

User15 you guys are dululu..

Y/nforeal

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Y/nforeal My back arched like a cat...😏🏍️

User1 that is so sick

User5 I can hardly do whips yet😭

Y/nforeal keep working, you’ll get there eventually🩷

User5 Omg ty, I love you so much!

Yourbff I’m still the cool one😁

Y/nforeal you sure about that?

Yourbff Fine, that pic makes you look cooler that normal😒

Y/nforeal love you to🩷

charles_leclerc 😏

carlossainz55 mate…wtf

Y/nforeal 🫡

User6 is this confirmation orrr..

User7 let him cook

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc the not so secret secret, je t'aime ma chère❤️💐(I love you my darling)

Y/nforeal I love you more❤️🫶

User7 I FUCKING KNEW IT!

User2 I waited a while for this one

oscarpiastri Lando is asking to be unblocked

charles_leclerc🫡

Y/nforeal 🫡

landonorris FINALLY I AM FREE FROM MY RESTRAINTS 🙌

Y/nforeal you know why you were restricted

landonorris I do not!

oscarpiastri You can’t help your self when you start gossiping you can’t stop🤐

charles_leclerc what he said^

Y/nforeal

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Y/nforeal does this mean I get to be horny for this man on main?😏

charles_leclerc come back to bed😏

carlossainz55 there are children present..

landonorris I am children

oscarpiastri ^^^

[orellazalonia]

Date Prank

Summary: You prank your boyfriend Bucky Barnes by texting him not to forget “date night,” even though no such date exists. He panics, thinking he forgot something important, and scrambles to figure out the details. (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Word Count: 700+

A/N: I’ve seen this on my fyp a lot to be honest. So, I wanted to try bringing it to life here. It’s more dialogue than anything as a disclaimer. Happy reading!

Main Masterlist

You were bored. Bucky was off on a short mission, in and out, nothing dangerous. He was allegedly due back today. You’d cleaned the apartment, done laundry, re-watched two episodes of your favorite series, and were now lying sideways on the couch with your phone dangling from your hand, staring at the screen.

And then an idea popped into your head. A wonderful, slightly chaotic, idea. One that would absolutely mess with your boyfriend, the former Winter Soldier, who was now soft and entirely susceptible to your antics.

Grinning, you opened your messages and typed:

You: Don’t forget our date tonight 💗 I’m so excited!! Been looking forward to it all week.

And then, you waited. You knew for a fact there was no date planned. You'd joked about going out once he got back from his mission, but no time, no location, no plan. It was a vague "sometime soon" kind of thing.

Which is exactly why this was perfect. The message went through, and just under a minute later, you saw the typing bubbles appear.

Then vanish. Then come back. Then vanish again.

You snorted. He was already spiraling.

Finally, a message popped up:

Bucky: Wait. What date? I thought it was tomorrow? I didn’t forget. Just… remind me where again?

You had to slap a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing out loud.

You: 😔 I even bought that dress you liked. It’s fine if you forgot. I know you’ve been busy…

That ought to do it. Within seconds, he called you.

You picked up, keeping your voice as sad and innocent as possible. “Hey, Buck…”

“Doll, I swear, I didn’t forget. I just- I think I mixed up the date in my head. I'm still on the quinjet, but I’ll be home in like twenty minutes, tops. Can you give me a hint? Where are we going? I’ll get ready fast, I promise. Just give me five minutes when I land, maybe ten. Hell, I’ll jump in the shower with my boots still on if I have to.”

You almost cracked right there. His voice was frantic, rushed, and so obviously distressed you had to pinch your thigh to stop yourself from laughing.

“You forgot,” You said quietly.

There was a pause. “No. I messed up. There’s a difference. I wouldn’t forget something that matters to you.”

Oh, now he was pulling out the sincerity. That made it harder. Still, you let the silence drag.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” He added, voice lower now. “You can yell at me if you want. Or hit me with one of those little pillows. I deserve it.”

That did it.

You burst out laughing. “James Buchanan Barnes, there is no date tonight.”

Another pause. “…What?”

You grinned. “I made it up to mess with you.”

Another pause. Then a deep sigh. “You’re evil.”

“I know.”

“Like, actual villain-tier evil.”

You giggled and rolled onto your back. “You should’ve seen your messages. You were panicking so bad.”

“I was already mentally listing restaurants,” He muttered. “And what shirt goes with those black jeans. I almost asked Sam to turn the jet around and drop me directly on the balcony.”

“You would’ve died if I told you we had dinner reservations and I was already waiting in a fancy dress.”

“Don’t test me, woman.”

You could practically hear him pouting.

“C’mon,” You teased. “Don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad,” He grumbled. “I’m emotionally wounded. There’s a difference.”

You laughed again, lighter this time. “You love me.”

“Unfortunately.”

“Excuse me?”

He sighed again, and you could hear the smile in his voice now. “I love you. But you better be prepared for revenge.”

“Oh no,” You gasped dramatically. “What kind of revenge?”

He was silent for a moment, then said in a low, dangerous voice, “Tickles.”

You sat bolt upright. “You wouldn’t.”

“Tickles until you beg for mercy. Until you confess your sins. Until you swear never to prank me again.”

“You’re a monster.”

“You poked the bear, sweetheart.”

You squealed and heard him laugh on the other end.

“See you in twenty minutes,” He said, still grinning. “And don’t think locking the door’s gonna save you.”

You hung up quickly, eyes wide as you looked over at the door.

He was going to get you for this.

But damn, it was worth it.