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just friends pt. 2 | lando norris

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part 1!

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y/nstagram me and my gf terrorise monaco 💗

flavy.barla that barista so wanted to throw that matcha at us ↳ y/nstagram because you took about 10 years deciding what drink you wanted!!! ↳ flavy.barla they all looked so good :(

fan flavs 🥹 i love their friendship so much ↳ y/nstagram wdym friendship thats my GIRL ↳ fan lando found dead in a ditch ♥️ y/nstagram ↳ fan SHADE

estebanocon can i have my girlfriend back now? ↳ y/nstagram nope she's mine :) ↳ estebanocon understandable

lilymhe me next!!!! ↳ y/nstagram come join us babygirl i have 2 hands xx ↳ alexandrasaintmleux what about me? :( ↳ y/nstagram we can link toes 💗

bffstagram seeing you happy makes my heart so 💝💖💕💞💓💗💘💖💕💞💓💘 ↳ y/nstagram i love you so intensely

fan still no lando like bro i'm in the trenches

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f1gossipgirl ANNOUNCEMENT! We sat down with the mystery girl on all of your feeds to discuss those pictures with Lando Norris, Y/N L/N and the fallout from her recent introduction to the F1 world. Available at f1gossipgirl.com tomorrow 7PM GMT. You won't wanna miss this one!

fan not her using lando for fame

fan flop!

fan we will Not be tuning in xx

fan they better be just friends or i'm gonna be in lando's walls

fan if they're dating it's game over y/nlando'ers !!! ↳ fan bro i'll scream ↳ fan i'll cry ↳ fan i'll throw up ↳ fan i'll do all three simultaneously

fan hopefully people will leave them the fuck alone after this damn

fan not them asking her about y/n that's so shady ↳ fan if she mentions one bad word about y/n we ride at dawn

charlottehinchcliffe thank you for having me! :) ↳ fan 👀👀👀 ↳ fan homewrecker ↳ fan not too much on charlotte now we don't even know what happened

True to his word, 10 minutes later, Lando was at your door. Steeling yourself for the conversation ahead, you turn the lock and open the door to reveal a slightly out of breath Lando.

Eyeing him as he pants slightly, you lean against the doorframe. "You good?"

"Yeah!" He takes a moment to catch his breath, wiping his hands against his shorts. "I was at padel, so I had to run over."

You look at him incredulously. "The padel courts are a good 25 minutes from here, Lan, did you run here or something?"

In lieu of a verbal answer, he shrugs his shoulders, nudging his way into your apartment.

The two of you sit in silence on the sofa, both waiting for the other to begin speaking.

"I-" "So-"

You can't help but giggle at the ridiculousness of the situation. Never once in your friendship with Lando had you ever felt so awkward to start a conversation. You gesture towards him, "you start."

He nods, turning to face you on the sofa. "Did I do something? Like we were good until Sass Cafe, and then it's like you just dropped off the face of the earth. I missed my best friend."

Your heart breaks at the way his face drops, blaming himself for something that was completely out of his control.

"Lan, no, it wasn't you, I promise. I'm sorry for ghosting you, I just needed some time to think some things through."

You reach forward and pat his hand, a purely friendly gesture.

"You can talk to me about anything, Y/N. What's going on?" His eyes are pleading, hand twisting around to grasp your own.

Sighing, you pull your hand away from his, missing the warmth immediately. "We need to stop hooking up."

You can tell that wasn't what he thought you were going to say from the way he stiffens, eyes wide and searching your own.

"Why? Did..." He trails off for a moment, eyes drifting down to the hand you pulled from his, "are you dating someone?"

You want to scoff. The only person you wanted to date was the one you were currently pushing away. "No, Lan. I'm not dating anyone. I think everything's just become too complicated, we need to just be best friends, nothing more, nothing less."

He looks hurt, mouth trying to form words as he takes a second to process your words. "Um, ok? I'm sorry? I didn't realise things were complicated..." There's a beat of silence between you before he speaks again. "Is this about the girl I was pictured with because I promise nothing happened between us."

He's almost begging, hands half reaching forward like he wants to grab yours before he catches himself, stilling in the air.

You shake your head, smiling softly at him. "No, I spoke to Charlotte, I know nothing happened. This is simply a me and you thing. Well, a me thing, I guess. You're my best friend and I love you but I need to do this for myself."

He's about to speak when your best friend comes waltzing through the front door. "Y/N! I got pastries from the cafe down the road, come get them while they're still warm!"

Walking into the living room, she stills at the sight of you and Lando on the sofa, hand carrying a bag of pastries stuck in the air. "I'll just..." She hurries off into the kitchen before either of you can say anything.

The two of you look at each other, tension in the air broken as you both laugh softly at your best friend.

"So, still best friends?" Lando's eyes are soft as they look at you.

"Always."

He leaves soon after, a shared hug in lieu of a goodbye. At the sound of the door closing, your best friend comes running through the kitchen door. "So?"

You fall back onto the sofa, tears lining your eyes. "Hand me the damn pastries."

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📍 Bahrain

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landonorris bahrain brought the bahpain... p9 with some car difficulties, but we try again for monaco! congrats to oscarpiastri on the podium, lets go!

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fan bro's majestic

fan not him flopping when y/ns in the paddock ↳ fan when the camera panned to her and she looked... different... i need to know what happened ↳ fan f1gossipgirl posted an interview with the girl, nothing happened between them but we still don't know what happened between lando and y/n!! ↳ fan did you see her cheering when oscar finished p3? giggling

oscarpiastri cheers 👍🏼 ↳ fan go girl give us nothing! ↳ fan no but the photos of him and lily laughing with y/n after the race while lando was just standing in the garage watching them ↳ fan oscar is a girl's girl fr

📍 Bahrain

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oscarpiastri me, my girlfriend and my girlfriend's girlfriend.

for real though, podium in bahrain is a big win for the team! shame we couldn't get more points but we regroup and prepare for monaco!

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fan that caption is so shady im HOWLING

fan "we" aka lando norris

fan no bc something must have happened with y/n and lando for oscar to shade his own teammate

fan i love the gf's

fan the caption 😭😭 can't believe oscar admitted he's the third wheel in his own relationship ↳ oscarpiastri i've long since accepted that i am the side piece... ↳ lilynzeimer at least you're self aware ❤️

fan y/n the paddocks princess we love you

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fan MAN???? THERE IS A MAN !!!! PLEASE SAY ITS LANDO !!!! ↳ y/nstagram no it's charles! me, alex and him went out for a meal! :) ↳ fan ok best friends! love you y/n

alexandrasaintmleux the first story def looks like you're on a date ↳ y/nstagram i was... with you xxx ↳ y/nstagram people will probs think its lando 🤷‍♀️ ↳ y/nstagram unless you want me to take it down? i don't want anyone to get the wrong idea about me and charles ↳ alexandrasaintmleux you can have him tbh he keeps whining about how he's the side chick in the relationship

landonorris chill night alone huh? ↳ y/nstagram i got invited out last minute! 😁 ↳ landonorris who are you with? ↳ landonorris y/n??? ↳ landonorris fuck it i know that restaurant, i'm on my way

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f1gossip Lando Norris and Y/N L/N were caught having a heated argument outside of a restaurant in Bahrain. Sources near the pair mentioned that Y/N met him outside then they were arguing about Y/N's recent instagram stories, with Lando insinuating she was on a date with one of his driver friends. He was then seen getting into a Lambourghini and leaving Y/N at the restaurant. Y/N was then flanked by Charles Leclerc and his girlfriend, Alexandra, who it appears Y/N was having dinner with.

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fan i'm actually gonna fight him what the fuck

fan how can he just leave y/n there crying

fan y/n deserves so much better holy shit

fan landonorris not you flirting with another girl in sass then getting mad at y/n for *checks notes* having a meal with friends ↳ fan he wasn't flirting with charlotte, they're friends ↳ fan either way, he can't just get mad at y/n for having a potential date if they're not even together

fan did lando think y/n would openly cheat on him like that? ↳ fan not cheating if they were never together ↳ fan we don't know that ↳ fan they've said multiple times that they're just best friends, the shippers are the ones who have it in their heads that they're dating

alex's pov

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alexandrasaintmleux my girl, the chauffeur and 3 wine glasses.

fan alex unprivating her account to say a big fuck you to lando 🤭🤭🤭

fan alex doesn't play when it comes to y/n ♥️ alexandrasaintmleux

fan landonorris ↳ fan landonorris ↳ fan landonorris ur loss big man ↳ fan landonorris ↳ fan landonorris ↳ fan landonorris ↳ fan landonorris flop ↳ fan landonorris

y/nstagram love of my life and my entire heart and soul ↳ alexandrasaintmleux my future wife 💖

charles_leclerc can't believe i've been downgraded to chauffeur ↳ y/nstagram you literally drive for a living you're basically a chauffeur,,, just faster

fan alex and y/n one chance PLEASE

fan y/ns so gorgeous ik He fumbled but i could treat you so right please please pleeeeeeasssseeeeee ♥️ y/nstagram

fan alex using the same photo as y/ns story... i'm surprised she didn't circle all three glasses and send it to Him ↳ alexandrasaintmleux what makes you think i didn't 🤔 ↳ fan queen behaviour

📍 Italy

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y/nstagram ethereal 🤍

alexandrasaintmleux i am so in love with you coucou please run away with me i have the ring ready and waiting ↳ y/nstagram anytime, anywhere my love 💖

charles_leclerc dude please stop being more in love with my girlfriend than me, the fans are rabid i cant fight !! ↳ y/nstagram 🤷🏻‍♀️ up your game before someone (me) snatches up the baddest bitch in monaco ↳ charles_leclerc i literally paid for you to go on a couples trip with her, i am stupid ↳ y/nstagram thanks sugar daddy xx ↳ charles_leclerc using me for my money, i see how it is y/n ↳ y/nstagram for your money and your girl* why else would i keep you around? ↳ fan y/n let him get up let him get up FIGHT BACK ↳ charles_leclerc i am terrified of her ♥️ y/nstagram

fan alex is so gorgeous holy shit

fan when i'm in a loving alex competition and my opponent is y/n l/n: 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

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You text Lando the day after you got back from Italy, wrapped in the safety of your best friends arms as you fire off a quick "you can come round". Again, within ten minutes Lando was outside your door. Your best friend answered, eyes laser focused on the sheepish man in front of her.

"Fix this or I'll spread a rumour that you cry when you cum."

Lando nods frantically at her, wide eyed and fully believing she would. If there's one thing he'd learnt since befriending you, it was that your best friend would lay her life on the line for you.

She frog marches Lando through the hallway and into the living room, nodding once at you before departing to her bedroom, not even bothering to check if Lando followed her.

You let your eyes linger on her until the bedroom door shuts, slowly moving your eyes to the man stood awkwardly in the doorway of the living room.

He looked terrible, dark rings circling now dull eyes, red rimmed and rubbed raw. His face looked gaunt, sunken in cheeks and downturned lips. You watch his brows furrow as he tries to think of what to say first.

Beating him to it, you gesture to the sofa. "Sit."

He moves as if on autopilot, choosing to sit the furthest away from you, half hanging off the sofa cushion as if he was ready to bolt at any moment. You have flashbacks to the last time you two met like this and you can't help but fear that this will be the last time he ever steps foot in your apartment.

"Y/N-"

Silencing him with a wave of your hand, you allow your eyes to rake over his face one more time, just in case it was the last. "No, Lando. You've said more than enough, it's time I get to speak."

He nods in response, hands wringing nervously in his lap.

The original plan had been to let him explain and see if he would apologise for the things he said, but during your girls trip with Alex, something had changed.

The two of you were swinging softly in the hammock on the patio of the villa Charles had rented out for the two of you, Alex stroking your hair as you recalled everything that had happened from the moment you met Lando.

The shy beginnings, the budding friendship and the drunken nights spent wrapped in his bedsheets.

She'd wrapped her free arm around your sun soaked skin when you began to cry, trying to make sense of where everything had gone so wrong.

Whispering soft words of encouragement into your hair, she reminded you that no matter how much you loved him, he had no right to speak to you the way that he did, whether it be as a boyfriend, best friend or acquaintance.

Pulling yourself back into the present, you sigh quietly before speaking. "I'm not sure where we went so wrong. I love being your best friend, I really do and I would do anything for us to go back to being just that, but I think both you and I know that can't happen."

Another nod from him, shoulders tense and still as if he was holding his breath.

"The first time we hooked up after your podium in Silverstone, I assumed it would be a one off. Too many drinks, too many high spirits and despite the girls vying for your attention, you knew I was the easiest option who would never tell anyone what happened."

Lando goes to interrupt you, eyes pleading. "It wasn't like that-"

You throw him a look, a reminder that this was your time to let out everything you had been holding in since that first night.

"When I woke up and you immediately said it was a mistake, I agreed. Wrote it off as something silly. Then it happened again and again and again. Each time, before I'd even wiped the sleep out of my eyes, you'd be staring at the ceiling, reminding me that it was just a mistake. At first it didn't hurt because I'd agreed, or at least I thought I'd agreed, but then we grew closer as friends. You'd pull me on your lap for a movie night, or twirl me around before one of your parties and tell me how pretty I looked, and somewhere along the line, I fell in love."

You refused to look at him at the last sentence, too scared to see what would be reflected in his eyes.

"It was stupid to keep hooking up with you after that, but I couldn't stop myself. It felt so good to be wanted by you. Every time we'd hook up, I'd smile and agree it was a mistake then go home and cry in one of the girls' arms. The last time, after Sass, I sat down with best friend and told her everything. She reminded me that I'm worth so much more than a drunken hook up, and for once, I finally agreed."

You allowed yourself to look at Lando then, heart twisting at the sight. Tears lined guilt filled eyes, those god damn eyes. He looked like someone had just punched him in the gut, mouth open in a slight downturned pout as he stared back at you.

"That's why I became so distant, I was trying to save our friendship. And then, those photos of you and Charlotte came out and I was jealous, so fucking jealous. Here I was, tearing myself apart at home while you were busy hitting on other girls." Ignoring the affronted noise from Lando, you continue. "I know now that wasn't the case, but it hurt so much. I genuinely felt like my heart was breaking in two."

Wiping the few tears that fell down your cheeks with the back of your hand, you smiled softly at him. "Then we met up and everything became a bit easier. I thought maybe we could, well I could, work through this. I could unlearn to love you and we could be best friends again."

Lando lets out a noise akin to a whine, tears finally escaping his eyes, dripping down to his chin. You resist the urge to reach out and brush them away, your own tears marring your vision.

"That night in Bahrain, I really had just wanted to stay at home and get an early night. Then Alex had texted me, and you know her, the girl doesn't take no for an answer." You try and laugh, the sound coming out flat and warbled at the same time. "I was trying to not be on my phone too much and that's why I didn't reply to your other messages. Charles offered to go out and speak to you but that wasn't fair on him, this wasn't his mess to fix."

Seeing Lando stare at you so gloomily from your sofa was becoming a little too much for you to handle, soft sobs echoing between the two of you. You stand from the sofa, moving to the window in your living room, eyes trained on the setting sun.

"The things you said that night really hurt, Lando. We've never argued in the entire time we've been friends, not even a little friendly one. You were so angry at the idea of me seeing one of your driver friends and I couldn't figure out why. We'd joked about me dating one of them before, hell, you even asked if I wanted Daniel's number after we snuck off at that house party to tie all your shoelaces together before he starting seeing Heidi..."

This time, Lando successfully cuts you off. "Do you really not know why?" His voice is gravelly, molasses thick around the edges.

Shaking your head, you hear him stand up from the sofa too, sock clad feet shuffling against the hardwood floor. When he speaks next, you can tell he's right behind you.

"I was jealous." The sound of him ruffling his hair floats through the silence between you. "When we met up and you said you wanted to stop hooking up, even if you were adamant that you weren't seeing someone new, I couldn't get that thought out of my head. Sure, our friendship is, was, a bit unconventional, but I thought it worked. I thought we worked. I had no idea it was hurting you and so when it ended, that was the only reason I could think of."

Looking through the glass of the window, your eyes lock with Lando's, his stare equal parts intense and regretful.

"And then I thought you were blowing me off in Bahrain and it was like a switch flipped. The thought of you ignoring me and being with someone who wasn't me made me feel sick to my stomach. It's the same feeling I get when you show me a silly meme Logan sent you or when I saw you and Dan giggling quietly and having to hold each other up in my hallway."

Gaze unwavering, he studies your face through the window pane. "Can you turn around and look at me properly, please?"

Unable to ignore the pleading in his voice, you turn slowly on the spot. The two of you are less than a foot apart, a few inches closer and you'd be able to see the flecks of gold in his eyes.

"There you are." A small smile crosses his lips. "I thought it was anger at you blatantly avoiding me, but then I remembered how my first thought when the photos of me and Charlotte came out wasn't 'my PR team's gonna fucking kill me', it was 'I need to tell Y/N it isn't true'."

He shuffles closer, hand reaching out to rest against your jaw. Using his thumb to swipe the stream of tears flowing down your face, he lowers his voice to a whisper.

"Every time I told you that us hooking up was a mistake, I was wrong. The mistake was me not realising how ridiculously in love I am with you."

You try to speak, a small whine escaping your lips, only audible because of the quietness of the apartment.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I should have never spoken to you like that in Bahrain. I only ever want to see you happy, to see your nose scrunch at how wide you're smiling, to hear you laugh loud and unabashedly. Knowing I hurt you, and have been hurting you for months, breaks my heart and I'm so angry at myself for not letting you explain. I love you and I want to be with you, but I understand I've hurt you and it's ok if you don't want that too."

Tears glimmer in his eyes again, smile soft and warm but tinged with remorse. He scans your face, looking for your answer in lieu of a verbal one.

Reaching a shaking hand up to cover his on your jaw, you close your eyes, allowing yourself to savour the warmth of his palm. "I want that. I want to love and be loved by you."

You open your eyes, meeting his brightened gaze.

"Really?" He sounds and looks awestruck, the weight of possibly losing you physically dropping off his shoulders, his body relaxing as he melts at the sight of you smiling gently. "You're sure?"

You nod, matching his fond smile. "I'm sure."

His thumb traces your bottom lip, eyes drawn to the movement. Before he can ask, you use your free hand to grab the front of his t-shirt, dragging him until the two of you are pressed chest to chest.

"Kiss me, Lando."

His name gets muffled as he presses his lips to yours fervently. Warm, syrup soaked and something that could only be described as Lando. Not a trace of alcohol, a distant memory of how this normally went. You decide then and there that this was your favourite taste.

His hand slips to the back of your neck, fingers tangled in your hair as he pulls you closer, eliminating any possible space that could come between the two of you. Each time your lips part, he whispers a soft "I love you", the sound being inhaled by you.

Slipping an arm around your waist and digging his fingers into the flesh, he revels in your gasp, tongue slipping between your lips to find your own.

Your body flares up at the feeling, each nerve ending scorching hot and tinging with electricity. You whisper "I love you's" back with each parting, one hand still wrapped in the fabric of his t-shirt as the other slides up the back of his shirt, tracing the map of his muscles.

You giggle as he shivers at the touch, finally allowing the two of you to breathe as he joins you, the kiss becoming more teeth than lips. He drags you into his arms, the hand in your hair moving down to interlink with the one wrapped around your waist.

Nudging his nose against your temple, he moves his head until his lips are level with your ear.

"Be mine?"

You hum into his neck, pressing soft kisses to the skin. "I already was."

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y/npriv not one mean comment, that's boyfie!

lilymhe 🤐 ↳ flavy.barla 🤐 ↳ alexandrasaintmleux 🤐 ↳ francisca.c.gomes 🤐 ↳ lilynzeimer 🤐 ↳ heidiberger_ 🤐 ↳ carmenmmundt 🤐 ↳ kellypiquet 🤐 ↳ iamrebeccad 🤐 ↳ landonorris were you silent or were you silenced ↳ alexandrasaintmleux don't even try it norris

francisca.c.gomes on a real note, i'm happy for you, truly 💗 (please tell me he grovelled) ↳ landonorris i was 2 seconds away from getting down on my knees and begging ↳ francisca.c.gomes good. ♥️ alexandrasaintmleux, lilynzeimer, lilymhe, heidiberger_, carmenmmundt, kellypiquet, iamrebeccad, flavy.barla

lilymhe how did you even get in here landonorris ↳ landonorris begged her to let me in ↳ lilynzeimer you seem to be doing a lot of begging recently ↳ landonorris ??? you're meant to be the nice one ↳ lilynzeimer blame my boyfriends influence :)))))

📍Miami

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landonorris P1. Grand Prix Winner. It wasn't too much for little lando norris... feels absolutely surreal, I'll post something more eloquent when I've stopped shaking 🧡

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fan GRAND PRIX WINNER LANDO NORRIS !!!!! THAT FEELS SO GOOD TO TYPE!!!!

carlossainz congratulations muppet, lets get drunk!!!!! ♥️ landonorris ↳ scuderiaferrari not too drunk mr sainz

maxverstappen1 proud to come second to you, mr norris! congratulations 💙 ♥️ landonorris

oscarpiastri proud of you bud! ♥️ landonorris

danielricciardo HE RACES LIKE A LION, SHOULDN'T HE BE DUTCH ♥️ landonorris

pitstopboys time to get back in the studio!

mclaren never doubted you, papaya forever! 🧡 ↳ landonorris papaya forever!!

y/nstagram so beyond proud,,, soak it all in lan ❤️ ↳ landonorris i'm so happy i flew you out for this one ↳ fan Y/NLANDO ARE BACK????? MY KING AND QUEEN????? ↳ fan i hope he was crying, screaming and begging on his knees to get y/n back ↳ landonorris i was prepared to ↳ fan LANDO????

fan y/n running at him full pelt and knocking them over in parc ferme... my parents fr ↳ fan the way he didn't cry until he saw y/n's smile... im lying down on the highway

fan y/nlando make up, lando wins a grand prix... she's his good luck charm ♥️ landonorris

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y/nstagram my love, my light, my grand prix winner. words can't even begin to describe how proud i am of you. forever in awe of all that you do ❤️

landonorris i love you so much, i couldn't have done this without you my love ❤️ ↳ y/nstagram i love you, come give me another kiss RIGHT NOW ↳ landonorris 🏃🏻‍♂️🏃🏻‍♂️🏃🏻‍♂️

bffstagram everyone cheer i didn't have to go to jail!! ♥️ y/nstagram

fan HARD LAUNCH??? ↳ y/nstagram lbr we've been unknowingly hard launching for a while now hahahaha

fan ok cute and all but i still haven't forgiven him for bahrain ↳ y/nstagram well i have, and honestly that's all that matters ↳ fan just don't want to see you hurt y/n ❤️ ↳ y/nstagram and i love you for that 💖 but we're all good, i promise

fan ik the grovelling was Excellent for her to dedicate a whole post to him ↳ y/nstagram just wanna celebrate my boyfie 🫶🫶 (it was) ↳ landonorris say that again ↳ y/nstagram my boyfriend ❤️ ↳ fan yeah y'all are cute and all but i'm perpetually single and a hater so out of my replies (love you guys)

estebanocon loving mitski lyrics!!!!! he did it guys!!!! ↳ y/nstagram loving mitski lyrics!! also thank you este, i owe you and flavy lunch! ↳ flavy.barla do we have to invite him? ↳ estebanocon sometimes it do be your own girlfriend ♥️ y/nstagram

alexandrasaintmleux i'm still your favourite though? :( ↳ francisca.c.gomes actually, that's me ↳ lilymhe no me ↳ y/nstagram before y'all start this again, my gaggle of girlfriends will always be my favourite 💝 ♥️ alexandrasaintmleux, lilynzeimer, lilymhe, heidiberger_, carmenmmundt, kellypiquet, iamrebeccad, flavy.barla ↳ landonorris i love me, my girlfriend and my girlfriends 10 girlfriends ↳ lilymhe hey, we had her first! ♥️ y/nstagram

charlottehinchliffe so happy for you two!!! 🩵 ↳ y/nstagram thank you!! i hope you're well! 💜

kellypiquet what was that about max being behind lando? ↳ y/nstagram KELLY ↳ y/nstagram i reverse manifested it, lando ur welcome for your win xx ↳ landonorris ??? ↳ y/nstagram i forgot you weren't on my priv until recently, ignore that ❤️

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well, part 2 is a little bit of a long one! i had so much fun working on this and i hope it lives up to your expectations! ♡ (to the anon who wanted lando to cry, this is for you)

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Epilogue: Sweet Taste

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🗲summary: It starts with a blow to the chest that changes your life. When your city’s most celebrated hero pays a visit, it turns out the noble Bolt has no trouble tossing lives aside. Lives that won't be missed. Lives like yours. Seven mysterious and powerful men give you another chance – one that starts to feel more like a curse the moment you meet golden boy Jungkook. The boy who wants you as far from his brothers as he can get you. Is it you he hates, or the blue lightning that now runs through your veins? And could it be his golden light that illuminates your heart when darkness threatens? 🗲this chapter: How it all boiled down.

🗲pairing: jungkook x female reader 🗲word count: 1k 🗲genre: angst, action, eventual fluff, enemies to lovers, slow burn, superheroes/villains au, found family 🗲rating: pg15 🗲warnings: mentioned death, violence, weapons

a/n: and with this, we've reached the end of supercharged!! that is surreal to me🤯here's a reminder to those of you who may have already reblogged the masterlist to keep on your blog for reference (I'm honoured!), you may want to reblog it again now it's completed so all the links are there! since reblogged posts aren't updated on this wonderful site lol🤡 I also want to give a sincere thank you to everyone who had read, especially those who left even a single comment, reblog, tag or ask. this story was a lot of work but also a lot of fun and I'm so happy now I finally shared it! to hear anyone enjoyed it makes it all worth it😊you guys are the absolute best! I hope you enjoyed the ride, though there's still the epilogue to go👀 let me know what your favourite moment of this series has been!💜💜

“More information has emerged after celebrated hero, Bolt, was found murdered in his home yesterday. Another beloved hero, Monsoon, also fell in the same battle.

“The anonymous attackers, who many theorists have already connected with the lair attacked by a monster earlier the same day, have sent several records to our studio, apparently taken from Bolt’s home. They have… requested that we display these on air.”

The screen cut away from the reporter’s face to a series of photographs. Weapons laid out, one by one, labelled in Namjoon’s handwriting with the locations they were stolen from, and the purpose each one served.

Next, a map with several red crosses marked on it; the places Bolt had attacked, and several more he planned to. Your home was one of them.

There were other files on the drive Jin had mailed to them. Detailing Bolt’s plans, his building of weapons and allowing them to be used to justify his ‘confiscation’. Jin had been careful not to record too much, but it painted a grim picture nonetheless. Had Bolt been preparing to rule the city?

You knew there would be people out there who would never shake their star-studded image of Bolt. But there would be others ready to see him for the monster he was. All that mattered was that you had all shaken up the grip he held over this city.

The last clip that jumped on screen was from only the night before. Of course, Bolt had cameras. And, in the end, it had turned out to be most useful to you.

“Flush out the rats and they’ll have nowhere left to run.”

The dark, fuzzy image shifted into static. The next voice was your own.

“You did this to me.”

Another cut.

“You were nothing before I gave them to you…”

It faded to black again. Good. It was past time for the people to start questioning the man they had idolised for too long. The man who would have thrown their lives away, too, the moment they happened to be in his way.

The reporter’s face returned, looking grave.

“This has left citizens wondering: who was Bolt really? Was he truly as heroic as he seemed?

“But it remains to be seen how we can stay safe in the wake of his demise.

“Next up, we report from the scene of a spate of attacks in the early hours since the hero’s death was announced. And stay tuned to hear from the families who say their loved ones died needlessly when working for Bolt-”

The screen flashed off and you turned to find Hope lowering the remote, hand on hip.

“Good to know the tv still works!” he beamed.

Snorting, you followed him over to the kitchen. The table had been set upright again. All in all, the scene was only partially being lit by the hole in the roof, most of which Jimin had already pieced back together.

An intimidating amount of dust and debris remained to be cleared, but you were sure Yoongi would just hide it by making the space look extra bright and fresh until someone could be bothered to pick up a vacuum cleaner (which may well be buried itself).

Oh yes – Yoongi. You were sure he would be playing his usual lighting tricks again… once he was strong enough. After seeing to Bolt’s fate, he was the first place you had all run to. Hobi and V had already been at his side. You remembered the crushing dread in your chest at seeing their faces, the tightness with which you squeezed Jungkook’s hand.

All you had to do to quell the memory of that feeling was cast your eyes over your white-haired friend. He sat at the table, sagging a little wearily onto his elbows, but grinning begrudgingly up at a giggling Jin and Jimin.

He was alright.

Jungkook sat across from the injured Yoongi, staring just as intently. You knew the protective fire that burned in him for his team, because the same one lived in you. And you had walked through that fire enough times, finally ending up on the right side of it.

Sliding into the seat beside him, you wordlessly put your hand on his back. Let it drift to circle his waist.

Jungkook’s fingers loosened their death grip on his mug, gaze shifting to you. You felt his sigh more than heard it, his back relaxing where you held it. Together you shared a smile.

Although perhaps it wasn’t quite as private as you first thought, because a second later Jin was thumping another mug loudly onto the tabletop. Jumping, you sheepishly turned away from Jungkook and accepted the drink Jin pushed towards you.

“Right!” The eldest clapped his hands to gather attention now that you were all here. “Y/N and I have made some good progress checking inventory. The ceiling seems to be… looking up!” (you all groaned as he erupted into his squeaky laugh) “We’ll be settled back in in no time – with no one to bother us.”

“Quite,” Namjoon agreed. For perhaps the first time, when he turned to face you, you were certain you read pride there. “With Bolt and Monsoon out of the picture, we’ll let Pheonix take their place.”

“So, nothing much to worry about at all!” Jimin chimed in, to a round of chuckles. Even Namjoon gave him an indulgent smile.

A grin of your own on your face, you sipped your drink, welcoming its flavour which nestled beside the sweet taste of revenge curled in your gut. Even with a gap letting fresh air in through the roof, you felt warm all over. Mostly from the heat of the arm pressed against yours.

You couldn’t imagine keeping your distance from Jungkook ever again. Having been victim of his fierce fight so many times, you knew you could always rely on it now he stood by your side.

Thank you for coming with me on this journey💜What was your favourite moment?

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Can you do a meet cute blurb with Harry and a totally normal not famous girlie, I’m dying for a cute mushy blurb 🥰

Can you read minds? Because I have wanted to do something like that for the longest time 👀 and because I’m in the mood, here we go. This is set at the beginning of his NYC shows this year!

warnings: none, only fluff, one short mention of Olivia, that’s it

word counter: 2.5k

Harry Styles x University!Reader

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It had been a busy and more than stressful day back at Parsons; her brain still smoked after hours of theoretical lectures and even more hours in one of the many photo shooting studios the private art and design school owned in their buildings. Her back hurt from the crouching position she had held since their lunch break because the current lecture slot was themed around still lives, and she hated to take photos from a chair. YN needed the constant movement of her body to really focus on her work. But now, everything the photography student wanted was to grab something halfway decent for dinner on her way home instead of ordering another round of sushi and pizza for her two roommates and herself. Well, YN would already be happy if she found something with a lot of salad and veggies without having to spend the entirety of her remaining weekly allowance on the ingredients for a self-made salad. But on the other hand, she wouldn’t have time to spend more money if she hid in her favorite photo studio right opposite the Hudson River or if she grabbed her camera to stroll around New York City in order to fill her portfolio.

The argument inside her head was on fire while her thumbs rapidly typed away on her phone to ask her two roomies if they needed dinner as well. Her feet carried YN safely around the corners and streets of Greenwich, heading straight to the perfectly stocked Target down the street because she knew how things would go if she talked herself into trying her luck at the supermarket only a block away from her home. She would be furious because the best stuff would already be gone, and YN really couldn’t allow another night with take-out.

It was as if her mother’s mouth was attached to her ear to keep the warnings on repeat.

Softly shaking her head to free herself from the sticking thoughts, YN entered Target and hummed under her breath. The young woman fixed the strap of her camera bag on her shoulder, strolling through the first few aisles, eyes wandering over the shelves in deep concentration. Her arm stretched out to reach and grab a box of cereals without hesitation, which found its way into the soft embrace of her other arm before she continued her path through the supermarket; hummed tunes still leaving her lips. It helped that the store’s radio started to play the first seconds of Late Night Talking before a cashier’s announcement interrupted the melody already. But YN knew the song by heart, so it was easy to continue the text in her mind.

With her left arm filled with the box of cereals and a pack of her favorite granola bars, the woman rounded the next corner to finally move forward to her desired section, distracted by her own thoughts and the vibration of her phone in the back pocket of her jeans. YN knew that this could never end good—and she always had been right about it; today didn’t mark an exception because the universe rarely smiled upon her.

A strong chest stopped her steps abruptly, and before YN could follow the cereals and granola bars closely in their journey downwards to the floor, a pair of equally strong hands grabbed her elbows in a steadying hold. Even before her brain could process the situation, her heart already pumped adrenaline through her veins, and her senses were heightened. YN felt the strap of the camera bag slid off her shoulder before she could pull the body part up, and so her left hand rushed to the rescue—just like another set of fingers. They met underneath the bag; her palm connected to the rough fabric while the other pressed against the back of her hand.

None of them had uttered a single word so far, barely even letting out a surprised huff of air at the feeling of impact, but now, a voice spoke up. “Everything’s okay?” And instantly, her head jerked up, and wide eyes stared into the most handsome face gracing this earth with its existence. Only moments ago, she had listened to his songs in her head, had hummed them, had mentally cursed the cashier for interrupting it—though YN knew that the poor soul didn’t have a choice—and now, the bearer of the voice, the creator of the songs, stood right in front of her, holding her elbow not to see her tumble to the ground.

Harry Styles is holding my arm between white bread and baking mix.

If her heart hadn’t worked overtime before, it damn sure did now.

“I… I am so sorry,” she pressed out after finally finding the ability to speak again and clinging to it like a drowning person on a piece of driftwood. “Oh gosh, I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t daydream while getting my stuff.” Speaking of which. YN’s eyes had to peel themselves off his face with a small smile playing around his lips to locate her proudest possessions so far. She didn’t even realize that their hands still touched to support her camera and save it from destruction. But Harry Styles—she still couldn’t wrap her head around it—seemingly caught up to it again because his eyes wandered between the bag and her face. “You got it?” His voice was so gentle she probably would’ve swooned if she had heard it on YouTube while watching one of his interviews in the depths of night. But now, YN only took a deep breath—she was raised to be a decent human and had grown into a decent adult, after all—and nodded softly and pushed the strap back onto her shoulder.

She crouched down to retrieve her granola bars which had stopped right next to her sneaker-clad foot, while the man took one step to the side to grab the fallen cereal box. They both returned to their heights at the same time, and Harry grinned down at the box in his hand before showing it her. “Lucky Charms, hm?” YN wasn’t sure why, but she had to chuckle under her breath at his tone. “Thanks.” She took the box and put it back into the embrace of her arm. A basket would’ve been too easy, dumbass, mocked the voice in her head while YN still tried to grasp a hold of her current reality. “Best cereals there is if you ask me. And… well, I have to be rebellious in my freedom.” Now, the woman grinned as well, which grew in its intensity as the singer leaned his head closer to hers. “Strict parents?” YN moved her face in his direction. “A dentist as a mom,” she whispered conspiratorially, and both chuckled like teenagers after they’d shared new gossip.

“But, seriously, I’m really sorry for… this.” The student waved her hand through the air, pointing from herself to him and the surrounding environment, but Harry waved it off with a charming smile. “Would it make it better if I tell you that I would always choose this over paparazzi and unrelenting fans?” YN had to swallow dryly because suddenly, Death Valley was located in her mouth rather than back in California. But she nodded nonetheless, even though the movement held an unsure edge to it. “This is actually making me feel better about it, yeah,” she agreed, and it was true because she finally didn’t feel the urgent need to ask if he wanted her social security number—just in case. Her brain still pressed her to ask. “So… No SSN needed? No injuries and the like? I don’t want to be the reason that Harry Styles isn’t able to jump over a stage without a cast.”

His soft laugh ran through her body like a warm shiver, and his eyes, watching her face so intently, almost let her cheeks fire up in a crimson red. “No social security number needed, no. I’m fine. More than fine, actually…”

Harry’s voice lost itself somewhere after his last spoken word; his mind traveled to daydreams about bowls full of Lucky Charms during a lazy morning, and the sound of her laugh echoed in his head as he pushed himself back on track. He cleared his throat softly. “Is it okay to ask for your name, or is it too bold because we’re standing between Nature’s Own Whitewheat Enriched Bread and…—” Harry looked to his right and grabbed a baking mix out of the shelf to inspect the brand before looking back up to the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on. “…—and Betty Crocker’s Red Velvet Mix?” She took a step toward him and got a hold of the package—their fingertips touched in the gentlest of ways, and his heart almost leaped out of his chest—before taking it entirely and letting it disappear between her arm and torso. “I obviously have an advantage right now, don’t I?” Her small, teasing smile drove him almost mad. “You certainly do,” Harry returned and couldn’t help but smile. “Then you certainly can ask for my name,” the woman nodded, and he raised a brow, waiting.

And when he thought her smile almost drove him mad, he wasn’t prepared for the gentle laugh escaping her now.

Damn, was all the singer could think.

“There wasn’t a question,” she teased him relentlessly, and Harry rolled his eyes playfully. “A funny one, aren’t we?” Both tried to hide their grins as he stretched out his ring-clad hand. “Harry Styles. With whom do I have the pleasure?” He watched her as she fixed the strap of her small bag—he suspected it to be a camera bag—before their hands met again; this time in full awareness of their doing. “YN LN—photography student and Lucky Charms votary.”

Both could feel the tingles running up their arms, letting goosebumps erupt on their skins, and finally, the blood was able to run into her cheeks and tint them rosy red. Harry only could think how adorable it made her look, even more so than before. But he couldn’t boast of being unaffected because the singer could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest, and he felt nervousness rising up in his body. At least he didn’t get sweaty hands this easily anymore…

“I fear I might be too bold and daring now, but… Damn. Uhm…” YN raised both brows in anticipation and curiosity. She had never witnessed Harry Styles being overly shy or insecure, but well, everything in those interviews and articles could be full-on show, even though she didn’t think this man was a big fan of pretending to be someone else. So, it let him appear even more charming than before and the woman already dreaded the moment she would have to part from him forever.

After all, what could a world-famous singer want from or with her? Especially a singer who still was or wasn’t involved in a relationship with a certain someone, so… Yeah. YN was just curious about what Harry tried to ask of her—and she didn’t have to wait much longer.

“Okay, bloody fuck it,” he started, and the smaller woman looked up at him with a questioning expression, still unsure what this could be about. “I’m being daring. So, here is the question: Can I get your number? If you’re not taken—happily or unhappily—or already seeing someone, that is, of course. And only if you’re interested in men at all.”

Moments like these were life-defining, world-changing. They always started innocently, but in the midst of the attack, time and space seemed to slow down around one until they almost stopped spinning altogether. YN felt exactly like this, and it wouldn’t even surprise her if she looked around right now and found that everyone in this Target had stopped moving entirely; except for them. But she wasn’t even able to move her gaze from the man in front of her, too enthralled by his presence and asked question, which implied so much more than her mind could process right now.

YN wasn’t even sure how to begin, but her lips were faster than her brain. “What’s with…?” Her lips may have been faster, but they certainly weren’t ready to form a complete sentence. But Harry understood her anyway. “Olivia?” With a racing heart, YN only dared to nod her head yes and watched him sigh softly, fingers raking through his soft-looking mop of curls. “We haven’t made it public yet, but… we’re done. We’re done for a long time already,” he explained, and she could feel how her head nodded in understanding. She didn’t need to know more, so she held out a hand with a reappearing smile on her lips. Harry’s eyes jumped from the palm of her hand to her eyes in a matter of milliseconds. “Well?” Now, a grin started to tuck at the corner of her mouth before Harry slowly began to understand the meaning of it, and a lovely blush graced his cheeks while he got a hold of his phone, unlocked it, and had opened his contact list. The phone found its way into her hand, and YN started to type before handing it back to him.

Harry laughed under his breath at the sight of the newly saved contact before looking back into her face. “Cult Leader?” YN full-on grinned over her entire face. “I have to at least try to convert people to the Lucky Charms belief, don’t I?” And she never saved herself in a serious manner into other people’s phones if it wasn’t work- or study-related. She loved making people smile or laugh if they saw her name popping up on their screens. “Sounds more like a sect to me, but I can live with that very easily as long as I’m allowed to call you.” Chuckling, YN softly shook her head at him. “You really are a cheeky one, aren’t you? But yes, you have permission to call me. That’s what numbers are for,” she teased and took a quick glance at the watch on her wrist. “Okay, this sounds really shitty, but I slowly have to get going. I have an assignment until eight, which I still have to edit the hell out of, and the subway will be hell if I’m not getting in before five.” She loved living in Brooklyn, but the subway rides were always a hassle if YN missed the tiny but perfect slot between four and five and timed everything perfectly to outdo the tedious rush hour. But Harry—universe bless him—nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, sure, of course! Don’t worry. I have your number now, remember? You’re not out of this world, only blocks, a river, or a call away.”

Smiling up at him, the woman could hug the entire world, and the happiness rushing through her system still would be almost too much to bear. “‘Kay. Then… I'll probably hear from you,” she grinned, unsure of what to do now. Should she shake his hand? Hug him? Just turn around and leave this aisle of which they still were the only occupants? Harry made it easy for her: He slowly started walking backward, eyes trained unmoving on her. “You said eight?” YN nodded while watching him. “Yeah, why?” But she only got a grin as an answer before he disappeared around the next corner and left a stunned YN behind.

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I seriously didn’t plan to write this much, but deal with it. And I’m sorry to put her name into this, but I kinda wanted the slight implication of drama because I’m thinking about using this scenario as the base for some smau :3

Hope y’all enjoyed this because I really enjoyed writing it! As usual: Comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated <3

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but what happened when they got off the plane 🥺

Masterlist because now there are three parts

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I...Cannot stress enough that I've barely written for Bradley and I have not written for ANY of the other characters listed herein.

So I am again sorry if this is not it.

A part two to this post

Warnings: Fluff! Switches POV from Bradley to Reader. No physical descriptions, no use of y/n. And a surprise twist near the end 👀

Not beta-read.

Landing isn't nearly as bad as taking off. She still grasps his hand for dear life, and lets out a panicked little squeak as the plane's wheels touch down. She even slaps his chest with her free hand when he teases, "I don't know if that sound was you or the plane."

"Don't make fun!" She laughs, tipping her head back against the seat. "Jeez! You spend four hours on a flight next to someone, watch roughly two hundred hours of House Hunters and you think you know a guy."

The two go quiet as they listen to the pilot's announcement, listing their arrival destination, and the time and temperature. The cabin fills with the sound of people's phones chiming as they shut off airplane mode, and the clicking of seat belts being undone.

They lower their gazes to their joined hands, and each seem to have to pry their hands from one another's. Her hands scrub nervously over her thighs, as they did before they took off. Bradley can't imagine what's making her nervous now. He doesn't ask; he doesn't dare.

Things with them are quiet and stilted, even as he gets her luggage down from the overhead and trails her out of the aisle and off of the plane.

They offer waves and smiles, and she thanks him for the four hundredth time before they go their separate ways—him to the baggage claim, and her to the taxis.

It's strange.

Bradley feels like they left their teasing at 35,000 feet, and his heart back in row 27.

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"Where the hell's your head, huh?"

Bradley doesn't answer the taunt; he just takes a swig from his beer. He doesn't wanna say that his head is back with that woman's, resting atop hers, six miles off the ground.

"Hey. Rooster," Jake tacks on, snapping twice in front of his face, making Bradley shift his head back. "Cock-a-doodle doo, asshole. What's going on up there?"

"Just trying to tune you out, man. I am sorry to report that it is not working."

Jake rolls his eyes. "Who pissed in your gasoline?"

"Just lay off, Seresin."

"Who wants to play pool?" Phoenix pipes up before they can get any further. Rooster does not want to, but he stands as the others do, obligingly trailing them to the table. He waves off a proffered cue, and raising his beer to his lips again and looking around. It's not quite packed, but it's close. A few more people, and it'll take them an age to get another round. Bradley starts to open his mouth, to suggest that someone heads over to get order in. And then he freezes as his eyes catch on a familiar face.

She doesn't look nearly as nervous as when they were taking off or when they were landing, but she does seem a little anxious as she slots herself in at the bar, waiting for a drink. Rooster's heart leaps into his throat, but he hurriedly shoves it back down with the last of his beer, pushing himself off of the wall with a mutter of, "Be right back."

His squadron's questions land on deaf ears as he pushes through the crowd, muttering his apologies and doing his best not to lose sight of her. It takes some time, but he finally manages to muscle in behind her.

Bradley has two options. He can put his team's drink order and disappear. Or—

"Sure you wanna get the special?" He asks in a murmur, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "It can be a little bumpy on the way down."

He sees her shoulders pull tight, and grins as he hears her huff a laugh.

"I think I can manage it," She says firmly.

"Hey. Long as you don't make that noise you made when the plane landed."

"That came from the wheels."

"I don't think it did."

When she whirls around, eyes bright with indignation, Bradley can't help himself. His stomach swoops like he's just taken off, like his head is back at 35,000 feet while his feet are still on the ground.

"Could we get two of those, Penny?" He adds, head tipping toward the woman behind the bar, his eyes still set firmly on his seat partner's.

"Sure," Penny nods. Bradley can hear the smug amusement in her voice. Frankly, he couldn't care less.

"What are you doing here?" He asks. It's only been a couple of hours, but he has missed her face, and the warmth of her eyes.

"I'm getting a drink," She bats back. "Problem with that?"

"Not at all. Free country."

"Thanks to you."

"You're gonna make me blush. 'Sides, I can't take all the credit."

"No?"

"Nn-nn."

"Would it have anything to do with the people staring at us?" She nods back toward the pool table. Bradley finally manages to tear his gaze from her, looking back to where the others are watching them. Seresin has a shiteating grin on his face, his brows jumping when Bradley meets his gaze.

"...Guess we can give them some, too. Not the smiling guy, but everyone else over there."

She laughs, looking between them again.

"Friends of yours?"

"A couple of them."

"And the smiling guy?"

"He's a nuisance."

"He's a nuisance in uniform."

"Careful," Bradley reaches out, bracing his hands on the bar behind her and pressing close. "I'm gonna get jealous."

"Well. We wouldn't want that."

"Here you go," Penny pipes up behind them. "They're on your tab, Bradshaw."

"Thanks, Pen."

"Thank you!" His seat partner chirps, turning and taking hold of a drink, passing it to him. Bradley glances over, finding his squadron staring at them with renewed interest.

"Christ—You wanna get some air?" He asks.

"I think I got enough on my way here."

"C'mon, smartass," Bradley chuckles, taking hold of her hand and leading her over to the patio.

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It's nice to have her hand in his again. It's only been a few hours, but he's missed the feeling of it. He doesn't let go of it as they settle side by side at a patio table.

"You didn't tell me you'd be coming here," He chastises.

"You didn't tell me, either," She laughs.

"No, I guess not...I think we managed to talk about everything but that."

"I guess we did," She agrees. He smiles as she raises her drink to her lips, his gaze holding steady on her mouth as she takes a drink.

"So?" He asks. "Do you like it?"

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You fight to keep your expression steady as you swallow. He wasn't kidding—that's a little bumpy on the way down. The alcohol burns your throat more than you thought it would. You swallow, clear your throat, and nod.

"It's...Wow," You manage, "Okay, putting that down and taking my time."

Bradley chuckles, raising his glass and drawing in a deep gulp, swallowing it steadfastly.

"Showoff," You mutter, averting your gaze. "Are you stationed nearby?"

"For the time being, yeah. What about you, what brings you out here?"

"I'm visiting someone."

"Someone at base?"

"Mhm."

"Friend, family?"

"Family."

"Mm."

"Hm?"

"Nothin'. Just. Mm."

You smile, lowering your gaze to where he's still holding your hand. You think that he may pull it away, and you sweep your thumb along the side of his, like that'll entice him to hold on.

"You gonna be here long?" He asks.

"Uh—Couple of weeks. I'm here to—I mean, I'm not just here to visit, I've got um...I'm working. Like, a little."

"In town?"

"At base."

Bradley's brows shoot up at that, and you have to fight back a bashful smile as his head tips forward.

"What are you doing at base?" He asks.

"They're introducing a new inventory software. They wanted me to be in-person, make sure there aren't any hiccups."

"Why didn't you board with me when they asked for military personnel?"

"Oh, my—god, I was so, so late, and I only had a standby ticket. They, like, just squeezed me on."

"Well, hell," Bradley comments, leaning back a bit. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just...I wasn't thinking about it, and once I knew you were in the Navy...I dunno, I didn't wanna bank on us going the same place."

"Bank on it?"

"You know. I didn't wanna get my hopes up."

Bradley's smile widens warmly at you, and it makes your stomach flutter. You actually reach out and grasp your drink, taking a sip, just to occupy your hands and mouth before you can say or do anything stupid.

"...Couple of weeks," He comments softly, "A lot can happen in a couple of weeks."

"Oh? Like what?" You ask once you've swallowed.

"Like I can take you up."

"Oh—Oh no—"

"Oh yeah," He chuckles, nodding.

"Are you kidding? I could barely manage a commercial flight!"

"Mm, but I wasn't piloting. I swear, you'll find this flight way more smooth, way more enjoyable."

"I don't know if I believe that."

"C'mon," He laughs, leaning back and raising his free hand and holding up two fingers. "Scout's honor, remember?"

"I remember. I don't believe it this time, but I remember."

Bradley scoffs, leaning back and slapping his hand over his chest.

"You're breakin' my heart here."

"I think you'll be fine."

"Agree to disagree."

You hold one another's gazes, your smiles growing in tandem.

"Seriously, though," He says softly, shifting closer on the bench seat. "Can I see you again?"

"You really want to?"

"Yeah. I'd like to see if we're as good on the ground as we are in the air."

Your smile widens, and you can't help but swipe your tongue across your lower lip. Your heart thuds in your chest as he tracks the movement.

"You know," He murmurs, "The air host that came by with snacks—"

"Oh, you mean the snack you didn't wake me up for?"

"I gave you all of my sun chips."

"If you'd just woken me up, we both could've had our own bags—"

"Anyway," He presses, "She asked me...If my girlfriend wanted anything."

"...Oh did she."

"She did."

"Well, next time, you can tell her that I want to be awoken for snacks."

Bradley smiles more widely, leaning in just a touch.

"Next time," He repeats softly. You nod a little, gaze drifting to his lips.

"God forbid you get stuck beside me on a plane again."

"I should be so lucky."

His insistence is soft, his breath brushing against your lips. Your stomach flips, your grip tightening on his as his hand raises to cup your cheek.

And then you hear your name called, and your eyes snap open. You whirl around, spotting a familiar figure standing by the door.

"Dad!" You spring up, jogging over to him and meeting him where he stands in the doorway. He hugs you tightly, patting your back.

"I'm sorry I'm late. A meeting ran over," He mutters.

"Oh, it's okay! Really, it is, I, uh..." You lean back. "I had company."

"I can see that." Your dad tips his chin up, raising his voice. "Evening, lieutenant."

Turning around, you spot Bradley practically standing at attention.

"Admiral Simpson," Bradley greets with a stiff nod.

"Let's go," Your dad urges, nodding over his shoulder. "We'll be late."

"Yeah! Give me like two minutes."

Your father's eyes flicker between you and Bradley, and he mutters, "Make it fast," Though his eyes stay on Bradley.

"I will...Dad."

"Alright."

He gives Bradley one more nod before he heads inside. You shove your hands in your pockets, walking back to Bradley.

"So...I take it you know my dad," You hedge carefully.

"Admiral Beau Simpson...Is your father," Bradley manages, eyes still set over your shoulder.

"Yes." Your nerves begin to well up, and you find yourself taking your drink up and draining it. "Um—I really should go, but if—If my dad hasn't managed to scare you off—" Bradley's eyes drop to your rapidly heating face, watching as you fumble with your phone, "I would like to see you again. Might even hold still long enough for you to take me up."

You think he'll say thanks, but no thanks—you're certain he'll grip your hand and shake it, and tell you that it's been nice meeting you again before he flees the country.

But Bradley takes hold of your phone. You watch, stunned and elated, as he enters his information, then holds it out again. You can't help but grin, and take it from him when he holds it out.

"Great," You breathe. You turn, making it three steps away before you whirl around. You jog back to Bradley and lean up, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. When you lean away again, you find Bradley's brows raised, lips parted in mild surprise.

"I'll, um—" You hold the phone up and wave it, "You know?"

"Yeah," He nods, smiling.

"Okay," You chirp, giving another nod before you turn, hurrying toward the door.

--

"Was that Simpson?" Jake asks as Bradley rejoins them.

"Yep," Bradley pops the 'p', leaning back against the door.

"He left with—"

"His daughter."

Jake's mouth works wordlessly before he laughs.

"Oh, Bradshaw," He shakes his head, "You are...So screwed."

Bradley can't help but smile a bit, face warming where she'd pressed a kiss.

"You have no idea."

[chthonicgodling]

The Taki Fuego “BEST OF” Clip Show*~ the first half!

[next! first half • interlude1 • second half • interlude 2 • epilogue]

aka scenes from the past few months (prior to any chaos recently ensued): COMEDY HOUR

wWell!…… well well well. In the wake of our most recent turns of events aka the rise & resolution of quick text-only-tumblr-reveal-exclusive Elysium drama over the past few weeks - iykyk - instead of acknowledging any of THAT in my art, I thought it would be most appropriate to backtrack a bit instead first.

So The Taki Fuego Situation chugs along dutifully! Recap: Tory & Maci & Loki entangled into a psychosexual ridiculous trio that has only intensified as time has gone on. They (Tory, with Maci smirking over his shoulder) have gotten Loki pregnant and they’re all now expecting a baby! This kind of threeway nonsense is actually par for the course for Maci & Tory with all their friends but for sasssome reason this time feels different (TO ME, DELUSIONALLY). As in It’s not a throuple!!!! I have no intention of making a throuple!!! And yet…….

These little pieces are each bits of FULLY CANON CONVOS that have occupied my brain wholly through these past few months. Specifically, these lines all take place in the vague space of time between the baby announcement comic collection (and also this delicious thing), all the way up until…… (coughs) some recent chaos that I live-blogged through text posts (which I am NOT linking we’re in the past right now!!! SHH!!)

The main purpose of these drawings is reeeeally to serve as formal-informal-pseudo Elysium Drama Updates, as in, release of information & status updates canonized in ART, outside of my squealing essays! Like here specifically: deets about the mystery baby Loki is pregnant with????? iiiintetesting???

The secondary purpose though: as we know, I draw comics solely for expressions and dialogue. lol. and some of this dialogue was so. SO. fgkfkgkgkg oh my GGGGOD LMAO I JUST DESPERATELY WANTED TO SHARE IT????? they’re hSO FUCKING FUNNY I-

I did forget how to draw before I drew these hence the SKETCHINESS But I kinda dig it. And as always always always always, special gushing thanks to my better half the tumblr hiatus’d @fenixethekid for both gleefully enabling this nonsense with me and being responsible for Tory & all his dialogue (in orange). Maci is mine and you know what?? ELoki is mine too idc.

Next part incoming sooner rather than later: stay tuned👀

[sapphiretarantula]

Here's Shiver and Frye's Grand Festival fits I LOVE THEM!! 💙💛🤍 I'm not voting for team future, but the team I am choosing will be announced soon👀. Stay tuned for the next 2 idol groups!

[theattoyearchive]

Closing Statements and New Announcements!

With us now being on the 7th and last day of Attoye Week, we really wanna thank all of those who participated. The likes, comments, reblogs and tags mean so much! We really appericate all of you! 🥹🥰💙❤️

The goal of Attoye Week was and still IS to inspire this fandom and restore the variety! We did it guys!

We can proudly say the Attoye-Week sits at 26 submissions and counting! The Attuma x Okoye sits at 318 fics on AO3 total! This is amazing for this rare ship! So thank you all truly!

Now, one last thing before we go:

Announcing Attoye Kinktober and Attoye Week 2024🌟🌟🌟

With the first Attoye Week of 2023 being such a great success, we decided to continue this tradition with another Attoye Week next year! Attoye Week 2024!! New dates coming soon, stay tuned for updates.

And also 👀 ....

The first Kinktober event of 2023 for Attuma x Okoye!!! Themes to be announced next month❤️💙❤️💙

[sakurathon]

Sakurathon '23 has now officially come to an end! 🌸

Luckily, it was such a success we've already decided to bring it back next year! 😂 Go ahead and mark your calendars: Sakurathon 2024 will be taking place on April 27th & 28th! 🫶

In other words, THANK YOU to everyone who participated! 💙❤️

P.S. Don't worry if you didn't get your piece in on time, though. We will still continue to reblog stragglers for a little while longer (and this year's giveaway winners will, of course, be announced sometime later this week too)! Stay tuned. 👀

[hummingbird-games]

Dev Diaries

February 17, 2024

I almost put 2019 as the year and that's the energy I'm bringing to this update, help.

What Has Gemini Been Up To? -> The Knight Dance

This is around the time that the Black Visual Novel game jam would be in progress. Alas, there hasn't been an official announcement for 2024 so it's more than safe to assume that it's a hiatus year 😞 In my heart of hearts though, I still classify TKD as a jam project.

(Some might remember this idea was originally for the Yuri + Once Upon A Time jams but I had the suddenly good idea to like, chill, and shelve this project. I'm still a bit bothered I had to do that, but coming off of the development of Crushed was...brutal. Almost as if I didn't learn from my first project....huh.)

So late last month I started recruitment for sapphic project aka THE KNIGHT DANCE!! I have been DYING to work on this, but I wanted it to be a jam entry + team effort. I've never been on a team when it comes to game development! Way too anxious to function and for the longest stretch of time, I had zero experience. I have previous writing credits, but I wasn't sure how well my previous skills would translate over. And I was too embarrassed to reach out to a team and be like "hey, I don't know anything but I wanna help!". Maybe someone would have been cool with that, but I was too scared to put myself out there.

Well, Gemini is moving up in the world!! At the time of this post, I've assembled a team of people who are as jazzed as I am to work on this sapphic fairytale and bring it to life. There are a lot of first for me with this project, which means I will be learning a lot and taking copious notes.

Also I think I kind of suck at the leader part? 🤣 Methinks I was not built to be in charge.

This will have voice acting as well, and ohhhh my goodness after all the efforts to do partial VA in Crushed I really sat here and said, "Yes, yes... I shall do it again" 😭🤧💛

I don't anticipate TKD taking as long as Crushed did from start to finish (8 MONTHS Y'ALL, AHHHHHHH--), but I'm also prepared for anything to happen with TKD. I'm trying to extend the same grace to myself as I freely give to my teammates and anyone I work with, and let me say: I prefer bullying myself to being nice sometimes ☠️ I should work on that....

LOL I keep talking about TKD, but have yet to explain the concept! I'm unsure if this game with get the pinned post treatment but we'll cross that bridge later.

The Knight Dance is a sapphic remix not retelling of the original 12 Dancing Princesses story. We focus on the stubborn, youngest daughter of three, Princess Heather, and the knight who's already fallen in love with her, Lady Ezra. Are they meant to be or is love not enough???? 👀🍿

TKD takes a couple of the concepts I wanted but never saw all together.

12 Dancing Princess is one of my favorite fairytales and no one ever adapts this outside of literature.

I've wanted to do a sapphic game for a hot minute (HSDJY is basically yuri if you ask some disgruntled players LOL 🤷🏽‍♀️ Ryan and Langston are chopped liver...)

It's Black History month and I'm Black 365 days of the year and damn if I can't just see Black women falling in love and being loved in return????

The ridiculously stubborn girl trope and the love interest who loves her. I know some people are annoyed by MCs who would rather die than admit their feelings ('immature' comes up a LOT) so I was kind and kept y'all in mind when writing the script😂

So there's the update for the 'in progress' game. Tune in next time where we tackle -> HSD:JY 2...THE SEQUEL!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Gemini 🖤

[alltheirdamn]

ok so soo… idk why, whyyyy ma’am, but your cowboy!joels fics and cowboy!joel himself……. have me in a fucking chokehold.. metephorically and in a kinky way too.. hehe. but ok. so hear me out… 🤠 but also, i know you’re having some health issues rn so put this on the back burner and take care of yourself first love, but i think you could execute this idea… perfectly.. 🫦

this could be a one shot or maybe even a short series, dunno but i feel like you and i…. we 👉🏼😮‍💨 ~~~~~~ 😮‍💨👈🏼 we understand each other and we are both thirsty sluts for our man joel here. so here my pitch:

i’ve been seeing these like rodeo cowboy videos all over my fyp (https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8dSPGLp/ ) on tik tok and ya know, cuz cowboy!joel is living in my frontal lobe right now rent free, i was like … damn, if that was joel doin this or on a bucking bronco at readers like state or county fair and then like sees reader in the crowd eyein him as he’s getting himself or his horse or whatever ready… and she’s eye fucking him… with his sexy fuckin get up they all wear with the cowboy hat and everythin… and he makes eyes with the reader and maybe tips his hat and gives her a small wink. then she like looks away a bit embarrassed and starts talking to a guy sitting next to her, let’s just say is her brother or close guy friend and that makes joel jealous as he thinks he has competition, and maybe before his event or turn he comes and introduces himself and lowkey flirts with reader a little because now up close he can see her fully and she’s got this sexy floral sundress on with her cowgirl boots and cute cowgirl hat on looking like a damn meal that he wants to devour. but he’s also just a tad bit soft as when she shakes his hand he pulls it up to kiss her knuckles and compliments how pretty she is that instead of the horse knocking him out of orbit, the reader is (or something corny like that, ya know?) and they banter back and forth a bit as the reader thinks he’s a bit cocky but sweet and likes how easy it is to talk to him, but is lowkey ready to ride that cowboy if you know what i mean… and he knows it too by the way she keeps looking down at how tight his jeans hug his pelvis and show a faint outline of him, but when he catches her, she says she was admiring his belt buckle, and to kind of stir the pot and challenge her a little bit he says something like, “how ‘bout if i win m’self first place here when it’s my turn, sweetheart, you can remove this buckle yourself and replace it with the prize winnin’ one after i take you out for dinner” and she is lowkey turned TF on by what we ALL know he means by that, but likes how he presented it and has been good to banter with her, so she says something like “only if you win first. i don’t think they give belt buckles as participation trophies” just to be a brat or something like that. HOWEVER!!!! little does she know he’s like KNOWN for his talent, as he’s like a national champion or something and winning first will be simple for him… 😏🥵😮‍💨 so like… he’s gon get that belt buckle and maybe when he finally has his turn they announce him like “next up we have Joel Miller, who just won himself the National Championship last season, let’s see if he can defend his title here tonight.” and her face goes red and he watches her as they announce him and after the announcement is done he tips his hat, winks and mouths to her something like ‘let’s go, first place, baby’ or something to make us FOAM at the mouth with how fucking sexy he would be in this moment and then yeah… i’m sure you can go from there 😮‍💨

psssttt… you… yeah YOU!!!!! get out of my HEAD!!!!! because i was LITERALLY TALKING ABOUT A RODEO!JOEL IDEA LAST WEEK WITH A COUPLE PEOPLE 👀👀👀👀

this is a BEAUTIFUL set up for a fic and you best believe i am pocketing this idea & going to absolutely give this a home on page 💛 pls stay tuned for this because it will be HAPPENING!!!!!

also, for funsies… rotten cowboy!joel was a bull rider in his hayday and has his own lil collection of belt buckles… which may be included in the next one shot 👀 enjoy this lil snippet for your pleasure xoxo

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joel slipped the warm leather belt around your neck, the large brass belt buckle cool against your skin. it was his prize from a rodeo back when he did bull riding as a twenty something year old boy. it was his most prized possession, and now you wore it like a choker. his fingers tightened the buckle until it was secure, the stretch of it across your throat unforgiving and suffocating. he gave it one last tug, and you restrained yourself from clawing at the burning sting of the leather digging into your neck.

“ain’t you just the prettiest lil’ thing,” he cooed.

your vision was already hazy around the corners, a vignette lens of the room around you as it warped at the edges of your sight. you tried speaking, but the words croaked from your lips, the syllables dying on your tongue and drying out before you could even make another sound.

“this lil’ necklace is doin’ a real nice job of keepin’ you quiet. lets keep it that way, darlin’. not a fuckin’ sound for me, ‘kay? don’t wanna hear your sweet voice right now.”

**

anyway omg??? running to find pic inspo and make this idea HAPPEN!!!!! thank you nonie xoxo ilysm 💛

[godly-feh-edits]

We continue playing Three Houses, this time I want to see how well Bernie can truly do after immediately outclassing Ignatz 😅

Also related but we begin the wait for my next big announcement so stay tuned while we talk about it 👀✨

You can watch our stream here!

[thenightpool]

Unleashed Blue: The Complete Masterlist 😌

We know, we know... You're here for the masterlist, of course! But, now the event is officially over (and we're honestly feeling quite sad about it!), we'd really like to take a moment to thank all of our wonderful participants for making Unleashed Blue such a big success. When we first came up with the idea for this event, we were hoping to get about 5-ish submissions... Instead, we got over 50 (fifty)!!! 😱 YOU GUYS ARE SHRIMPLY AMAZING. 🫶🦐 Someone else who is also amazing is @whitechoko, so here's a super big shout-out to her for creating Unleashed Blue's adorable mascots. 💖

Alright, alright! Without any further ado, here it is...

🌊 Unleashed Blue: The Complete Masterlist 🌊 (in alphabetical order by work title)

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Psst, our AO3 collection can be found here!

P.S. If you are feeling just as sad to see Unleashed Blue go, we have some great news for you: Make A Splash — our RinHaru Prompt Meme — is starting on June 30th! This event will mainly run on AO3. We will have 2 weeks of prompt submissions, and you can claim & fill them through the end of August. If that sounds like something you'd enjoy, you can find a countdown here. 👀✨ P.P.S. The winner of the Unleashed Blue giveaway will be announced sometime next week, so stay tuned! 🙏

[simillionaire]

DiverseCity Collaborative Save File - Free Early Access

Hello, amazing Simmers! If you didn't already know, there is a community-built savefile for The Sims 4 currently in the works. If you're looking for a savefile that keeps both the Basegame Girlies and the Pack Junkies in mind.... Keep reading 😏 JOIN OUR COMMUNITY - VIA FACEBOOK First off, a heartfelt thank you to those who joined us last Friday! 🌈 Your presence made it a fantastic gathering, and to those who couldn't make it, your presence was missed. 💕 We're thrilled to share that our small but mighty group from Friday has been hard at work brainstorming and developing some incredible strategies to make our collaborative savefile project even more awesome! 🚀 Here's a quick update on what's brewing: 🌈 1. Key Values Identified: We've collectively identified key values for our savefile, emphasizing diversity, accessibility, attention to detail, and a complete reimagination of anything pre-made by EA. 🌍 Let's make our Sim world a reflection of the vibrant and diverse community we are! 🚀 2. Living and Breathing Project: Exciting news! We're leveraging the gallery to upload lot and family variations throughout the life of the savefile. 🏡 This means you won't have to start from scratch with every update – the savefile will evolve, keeping your progress intact. This also means no more naked (or bald) sims🧑🏽‍🦲 and no more blue rugs! More details around this to come… 👀 🌐 3. Phased Development: We're approaching this project in phases, and we're meeting this week to hash out the details. While Phase 1 is closed, we're thrilled to announce that Phase 2 is on the horizon! 🌅 If you're eager to jump in, check out the next bullet and stay tuned for updates on how you can be part of the next wave of collaborators. 🤝 4. Join Our Central Hub: Missed Friday's meeting but still want to be part of this incredible journey? Follow the link below to join our exclusive and top-secret Facebook group. Here we will be sharing further details on how to stay up to date and possibly get involved. 🌐 JOIN OUR COMMUNITY - VIA FACEBOOK

Let's make this savefile project a collaborative masterpiece! 🎨 Your passion and creativity are what will make it truly extraordinary.

Thank you for being part of this exciting adventure! Happy Simming! 🌟

Darrel + Soielle

[keeganmantle]

The 2024 Announcements happens next week. Stay tune for some peak being revealed for SquidKeegan!👀

[yoomschoocs]

*wiggles in* Telleth me your favorite ship-

And any headcanons on your favorite characters! 👀👀👀

Naturally my favorite ship is Fair Game, it lives in my brain rent free I care so much for these old saps

As for my headcanons, God I have so many it's not even funny- also you're not the only one to ask that so far so I'll leave room for some more for the next asks!

My favorite character is obviously Qrow, I don't feel like I have to announce this but jic someone wasn't sure LOL

Qrow is a trans bi king!! This is fact he told me

I like to think Qrow is a huge metal fan, specifically the slightly older bands like Metallica, Megadeth, Pantera, Iron Maiden etc. HEavily influenced by Summer who introduced him to the topic of music in general! They listened to a lot of tunes together and found their fav bands through each other.

Qrow is nearsighted, and kind of needs glasses for it but refuses to wear them. It's not bad enough to the point where he can't see but it is bad enough to the point where he can't properly read small texts like ingredients or small manuals. He mainly doesn't want glasses because he doesn't want to come to terms with the fact he's aging. Only when it really starts to bother him will he pull them out.

Qrow's handwriting is horrendous to the point where even he can't read it. Every time he writes Oz or James a letter at some point he meets up with them and gets the inevitable "hey Qrow what the hell does this say?" and he can never answer them lmao

I'll leave it at this for now!! Thank you for the ask Bonez, you're great ily /p <3