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my 400 follower beach day

my beach day dialogues

admiring thestrals with luna steve watching you perform fred asks you to the yule ball klaus doesn’t like diego flirting with his girl you take james to his first muggle bar remus gives you flowers remus shows up hurt after the full moon being late to class with cedric remus’s concentration face intimidates you draco cheers you on during your quidditch match five realizes he’s in love five promises he’ll stick around steve watches you do karaoke

my beach day mini moodboards

grocery shopping with regulus celebrating new year’s with sirius sirius celebrating christmas with you listening to music with neville secretary dating your brother’s best friend james the day sirius was taken to azkaban you see the full moon as your boggart in remus’s class wolfstar holding hands on the train dilf!james takes you to his business gala a night in with remus a lazy day with remus

At the end of the night, several girls approached him and offered him their numbers, but they soon became forgotten papers in the back of his van because in fact he already had the attention of the woman he wanted.

I don’t even know who Rodrick Heffley is but I saw eyeliner and was like - hell yes. 

And now I’m in love 🧎‍♀️💍

Eyeliner [R. H]

Rodrick Heffley x reader

Word count: 941

N/A: I promised I wouldn't, but I really couldn't help but write about this man. He's just gorgeous and again I feel like I'm just falling in love with the chaotic, sensual type who might-not-be-straight.

If you want to request something, take advantage of the fact that Rodrick's fever is in my body

"Don’t move!" you half yelled at the boy in front of you, getting a growl in response. Your hand settled on his head and your fingers tangled in his unruly strands of hair, pulling hardback.

"Ouch!" he complained, for the thousandth time that day "If you're going to pull my hair like that, I would rather we were in a more private place, you kno—OUCH!"

"Shut the fuck up if you want this to look good," you said rolling your eyes and loosening your grip on his hair, feeling slightly guilty for being rude to him. But come on, Rodrick always found a way to rile you up. You had been friends for God knows how many years and you had always accompanied him in his madness, knowing the enormous problems you would have later.

So, when he talked to you about forming a band you didn't question him either and you just attended his rehearsals and helped him stamp T-shirts with that horrible name “Löded Diper”.

That was his third concert and the biggest so far (the first had been in the garage of his house with only his parents and the second had been in the nursing home where his grandfather lived) and Rodrick was excited. The band really wasn't that great, but you liked seeing the boy's excitement playing drums and the fantasy that being in a band would make all women fall at his feet.

“Are you sure this is going to work?” he asked looking at you from below. He was sitting in a chair and you were standing, thinking how much he would be upset if you took a seat on his lap to rest. But you were going to continue to the end, that idiot had to look stunning.

"Who is in charge of the image of the band? You or me?" you asked raising an eyebrow. You took one look at his pretty brown eyes framed with eyeliner and pursed your lips, thinking what else you could add to it.

"You sure this won't make me look stupid?"

"You might look stupid, but that won't be the fault of my makeup" you clarified and he suppressed a smile. He was so used to such cruel jokes that nothing surprised him anymore. Your hand was still on his head, but now as a kind touch "That's it!" you said clicking your tongue and reaching into your makeup bag to search for something. Rodrick's lips were red enough already, but you knew a little shine would do them good. He didn't complain and after doing that you had plenty of time to comb his voluptuous brows with a small brush. After that, you took the round mirror next to you and put it in front of him, proud of what you did.

Rodrick took a few seconds to look at himself, turning his face in both directions, then pursed his lips in a smile.

"It looks decent"

"It looks great" you corrected him and you managed to get a smile out of him.

"Ok, it looks great," he said reluctantly, only to see the happy expression on your face.

“Now just let me...” you started to say, as you bent down to adjust the hair you had messed up. You didn't notice his attentive gaze until you lowered your eyes and the way he was looking at you made you nervous.

"What perfume do you use?"

"Sorry?"

“Your perfume” he repeated because you thought you had heard wrong "It smells good" he smiled at you and both of you heard a person announcing the band through the microphone.

"It's your turn, Casanova," you said kindly. He got up from the chair and the distance between you was shorter than you expected, so you had to look up a bit. You had to admit that maybe putting eyeliner on him had been a bad idea as he looked even sexier and that meant having to share him with the girls in the audience.

"Thanks, I guess"

"Why?"

"For being here" he replied and you looked at him in disbelief. It took you by surprise for two simple reasons: one, Rodrick never thanked you (or anyone) for anything, and two, you thought that your support for him had always gone unnoticed, as if he was so used to it that he didn't notice "Taking care of the image of the band and stuff" he completed, trying to sound a little more casual. But he was actually very grateful to have you there.

"There is nothing to be thankful for," you said with a smile. At the distance you were, you could feel his body heat and his breath "But when you cash your first check make sure you take me to Las Vegas" you joked and he chuckled, hearing the second call from the emcee.

"Done deal" he promised and put his hand on your arm, leaving a friendly grip on your bare skin "See you later"

"Good luck" you replied and watched him walk away towards the stage, but not before turning around and playfully winking at you.

At the end of the night, several girls approached him and offered him their numbers, but they soon became forgotten papers in the back of his van because in fact he already had the attention of the woman he wanted.

When you got home you were so tired that you ended up asleep in the passenger seat, leaning against his shoulder. And then he realized that even though he had a hard time admitting it, he was madly in love with you.

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stop this is so sweet wkefkl

A ‘Rollins’ problem- Kaz Brekker x fem!reader

Prompts: 1. You didn’t have to use her;2.I miss him.

@hufflesight after a long time, here it is! and this is not very angstyl<3 I’m so sorry 😅. it’s pretty long, and it has a few scenes in it so enjoyy! also im sorry if this is shit :P i tried to queue it, but i dont know shit about queing so im so sorry. ppl! in a few hours @hufflesight​ is going to post a kaz fic with the same prompts, go and read it after its posted!

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Tw: talks of assault-nothing graphic, daddy issues, toxic relationship(with father) mentions of blood and being captured.

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  Kaz remembered the day he saw you for the first time very well.

It was a good day, the heist had gone well, Inej and Jesper were safe, Jordie didn’t plague his mind.

And then you came in, hair falling over one of your eyes, arms bruised and slightly limping. You went over to the bar and asked the bartender for ice.

Keep reading

“y/n—wOAH” Jesper exclaimed

THIS IS SO FUNNY TO ME IDKY

I love this btw, inferni y/n is spectacular

No Secrets

kaz brekker x female!reader ; stay close by SYML

Requested by @blue-serendipity! - Hello, just passed by to tell you that i absoluteeeellyy adore your writing and that's why i thought about also requesting something: was thinking about some angsty kaz x reader, where she/they are smart and are like a samurai of some sort but also Inferni (cause hiding her powers?), has a heart of gold and loves Brekker, talks to Jesper about it and maybe something happens and Kaz and her get officially together? Makes no sense but if you decide to do it i totally and utterly love you forever^^

warnings: a few swear words, sorta sad, mentions of blood.

word count: 2687

key: italics = flashbacks, l/n = your last name

writers note: hope you like this!! <3

y/n l/n was one of the most brilliant of all the Crows, she was Kaz's right hand-women for everything. She always looked over him and heist plans, she was always taking care of others. It wasn't a secret that y/n was someone who would do anything to protect the people she loved.

It was no secret that y/n loved Kaz Brekker. Whenever y/n and Kaz are in a room, it's never a secret that she admired Kaz; whenever they looked at each other, it was almost like it was only them in the room— and oh, the way she looked at him, her gaze on him was always filled with love.

It was a shame, though, that he couldn't love her back.

Ever since y/n had caught feelings for Kaz, she had always thought she saw signs that would tell her that he loved her too. She always thought that he would return the feeling, she really did.

A week ago, y/n was sitting down next to Jesper watching him lose yet another game. She chuckled, 'Yet, he's always trying.' y/n turned and looked around the club, trying to locate where Kaz was, when she finally saw him—he was talking to some girl, she was standing awfully close to him and he didn't push her away, at least not yet. y/n couldn't help but feel sad in some ways, she wanted to be able to touch him, but she knew his boundaries. y/n turned to Jesper that she was going to head back to the slat, he nodded and smiled at her.

y/n decided to go back to the slat to do some reading and cleaning of her room to clear her mind. She had just wiped down her dresser and organised her clothes, so she decided to go make herself some tea. However, her plans were put on a pause when she couldn't find the kettle, 'Where is it?' she thought. She had remembered it being in this cabinet, now it was gone. y/n signed and decided to use her inferni powers. It may not be a secret that she loved Kaz, but it was a secret that she was an inferni, until a second after she heated the water with her gloved hands, Jesper had walked into the room. "y/n—wOAH" Jesper exclaimed as he walked through the door, his face was in awed, "I didn't know you were an infer—"

y/n quickly shushed Jesper, "Please. Don't tell anyone..." She couldn't let this news go out, it would make her even more of a target than she already is. Jesper replied to her, "Of course, I wouldn't... does Kaz know?" y/n shook her head, she had kept this a secret from everyone, even Kaz.

"You even kept this secret from your lover boy?" Jesper smirked at her, "I didn't know you had it in you." y/n rolled her eyes, "I don't tell Kaz everything."

"Clearly. You should finally tell him that you like him, you know how clueless he is..." Jesper told her, it was clear that y/n loved him, it was clear to everyone... except for Kaz Brekker. "I don't know... what if he doesn't like me back?" y/n asked Jesper, she kept thinking of scenarios of things that could go wrong. "Come on, with the way he looks at you. There's no way he doesn't like you back," he nudged her, "You can do this!"

y/n nervously smiled back, 'I guess I can...' she thought.

y/n stood in front of Kaz's office door. It was around midnight, most people were already asleep, but y/n couldn't, not without telling him how she felt. Her hand lingered on the door, debating whether she should knock or just go and try to sleep. After a few seconds, her hands knocked on the door quietly. "Come in," she heard from the other side. Stepping into the room, the familiar scent of the room filled her nose, Kaz was sitting on his chair working as always. He looked up from his papers to nod his head towards a chair near him for her to sit, "Thank you" she said as she sat down.

"So, why did you come visit me so late at night?" Kaz asked her. That question made her even more nervous, y/n nervously chuckled, "Well. There's something I want to talk about with you."

"Which is?" Kaz brought his full focus towards her. "I really...really like you and I have for a while. I was wondering if you'd want to... have dinner some time," y/n nervously said. For a few minutes, it was completely silent, Kaz didn't reply to her, only looking at her. y/n shifted under his gaze, it was killing her that he wasn't replying.

"I'm sorry..." Kaz whispered, "I don't think I can love you." It almost felt like everything was falling in pieces, y/n felt like her heart broke, the feeling was so intense and painful that she didn't know what to say. She quickly stood up and left the room, "Sorry, for bothering you."

She sprinted back to her room, she immediately locked the door and slid her back on it. y/n was heartbroken, she couldn't help but sobbed her heart out. All she wanted was to be with him, she loved him.

While y/n was crying her emotions out, Kaz sat still on his chair. He had screwed up, big time. He didn't mean for it to come out like that, he didn't mean to push her away like that. He didn't want to reject her, he really didn't. He loved her so much, but he knew he couldn't be with her. He knew in his heart that he could never be the lover for her, which was why he said that out loud. And now he was regretting it, he regrets hurting y/n. Kaz brought his hand up to comb through his hair, 'I need to tell her I'm sorry.'

It was Wednesday night, the day of the heist. The tension between Kaz and y/n was strong, y/n couldn't even look him in the eye and was focused only on the mission. Kaz didn't apologise to her yet, he knows he needed to, but part of him felt like it was for the best.

Kaz had talked to Inej and almost got slapped by her for rejecting y/n, she was yelling at him about being an idiot. He knows he's an idiot for doing that to y/n, he just can't help it. All his insecurities just got to him the moment she asked him, it was just all too much. He just felt like he couldn't love her, he felt like he wasn't enough for her.

y/n was doing everything in her power to not look at him and fight the urge to not cry out and ask him why he rejected her. A day after she told him about her feelings, she had talked to Jesper. Jesper was surprised with the fact that Kaz rejected her, it went against everything he saw between them, he had saw their chemistry and the way Kaz looked at her, and he knew that this wasn't right. Which was why, today Jesper was particularly bitter towards Kaz.

Kaz and y/n both tried not to get distracted by their emotions and focus on the important mission ahead of them. The plan would've been easy; get the jewel, avoid the guards, and get out. However, that day, nothing went to plan; the museum decided to change the rotations of the guards and it made it even harder to avoid the guards, which was why they were being chased by about fifteen guards right now.

"I thought this was a foolproof plan?" Inej yelled out as she was running along the corridor. "Well, I didn't know about the new rotations," Kaz replied as he sprinted as fast as he could with the jewel in his pocket. They almost reached the exit, when they were soon surrounded by the guards. It was impossible to get out, especially with the fact that they didn't bring Nina for this heist. 'Shit,' y/n thought, she was thinking of a way out and there was only one thing that she could do to get them all out of here. She had promised herself to not expose herself like this, but the protection of her loved ones was more important.

"Everyone get back!" she told the Crows, they looked at her confused, but obeyed. All of them were confused, except for Jesper, of course, who was grinning his heart out; he was excited to see this unfold. y/n did her inferni hand motions and used the flames from all the torches and candles in the room, and used them to fight against the guards. She managed to severely burn some of them and this caused the fight to begin. Inej and Jesper were busy fighting four other guards and they didn't notice the guard that was about to shoot Kaz, but y/n noticed. She quickly ran to Kaz and pushed him away, before falling down.

y/n felt something warm on her stomach, she brought her hand down to touch the spot and brought it up to see at. Blood. There was so much blood, soon the pain started to settle in and tears started to fill her eyes. "y/n!" Kaz called out, hitting the guard in the face before bending down to check her injury. "Shit. Hold on," Kaz said as he tried to bring her up to a sitting position and he tried to carry her.

Jesper and Inej quickly knocked out all the guards and they helped Kaz carry her. They all managed to run to a safe spot, Kaz was looking at her in shock, "Why did you do that?" However, y/n didn't answer, she had lost a lot of blood and soon she went unconscious, which caused the Crows to panic and they quickly went to get her some medical help.

Luckily the bullet didn't it any important organs and she was safe. It still took her a few hours to wake up, since she lost a lot of blood. And when she did wake up, the Crows all surrounded her. They were so worried about her, and were so glad that she had woken up. Soon after a few chitchats with her, they decided to give her some rest and let Kaz talk to her.

"So, you're an inferni," he asked her. y/n looked at him nervously, she nodded her head, there was no use in hiding it now. "Thank you. For saving us and for saving me," Kaz said to her. He really was grateful for her, without her, they would've been caught and maybe even killed. "But, you shouldn't have done that. If you had died, I'll never forgive myself," he told her. She looked at him confused, "Why?"

"I just... can't bare seeing you hurt, you're my investment after all."

'Right. Investment,' y/n thought.

Now that she had shown the Crows that she was an inferni, she felt more comfortable using her powers in the Slat when they were around. She still hasn't talked to Kaz, it had been five days since they had talked during the heist. The rest of the days were just them ignoring each other, if the other Crows were being honest, they felt rather annoyed at the mood of the room whenever y/n and Kaz were together.

Kaz has been thinking hard. He felt himself miss all the things that she used to do for him: the morning cup of coffee or teas in the morning that would be placed on his desk, her presence next to him when he's working on heists, her questions of 'How's your day?' or 'Are you alright?'; he missed her checking up on him, he missed the way she loved him. He soon began to realise, she wasn't just an investment to him; she was something more.

"You know. You should really take a break before you pass out, Kaz," y/n told him as she brought of a cup of warm tea. "You're sick for saints sake, don't push yourself so hard. Take a rest today and you can work on the plans another day."

"This is important—" Kaz replied, but was interrupted by y/n, "But not as important as your health."

"Now, go take a rest Kaz. Don't make me drag your ass up to your room," she smiled at him as she watched him finally get out of his chair and walked towards his room. She didn't follow after him as she quickly go and grab medicine and other essentials that would help him overcome this sickness.

"Here's medicine, some tea, some water. Take some rest," she said. y/n was about to walk out the room when Kaz told her to stop, "Wait. Don't go..." She turned to look at him, "Please stay." She couldn't help but smile at him, she was glad that he wanted her company, she would do anything to make him happy. "I can read you a book if you'd like?" she asked him, to which he nodded his head.

He was soon falling asleep to the sound of y/n's soft voice, he couldn't help but think of how lucky he was to have y/n by his side.

Inej and Jesper wanted them to talk to each other again, they had missed their chemistry and the way they enjoyed each other's presence and now, it felt like they would do anything to escape one another.

Inej and Jesper decided to come up with a plan to trick them into going on a date together. Jesper told y/n to go to grab a package from a restaurant that he had ordered, since he couldn't today because he was busy; Inej told Kaz that someone wanted to meet him there for some business discussion. Once Kaz arrived at the restaurant, he began to think about how weird it is that someone here wants to talk business with him, but trusted Inej. He entered the restaurant and was led to a table by the waitress, there was someone already sitting at the table. It was y/n.

He slowly walked up to her, she looked up at him surprised. "What are you doing here?" she asked him. He walked towards the chair opposite of her and sat down, "Inej told me to come here. Did Jesper tell you to come here?" he asked her, she nodded. They sat in an uncomfortable silence, before deciding to leave the restaurant. "Should we leave this place?" she asked him, he got up from his seat. "Let's go somewhere else."

Kaz and y/n appreciated Inej and Jesper's efforts in setting them up on a date, but they felt like they needed to talk first before going out to dinner together. After all, they have been avoiding each other for a while. Kaz led her to a nearby park and they both sat on one of the benches. There was a few minutes of silence, before Kaz spoke out: "I'm sorry."

This caused y/n to look up from the ground, "What?"

"I'm sorry for hurting you. I didn't mean to... I didn't mean what I said, I just—" Kaz took a breath and looked at her. Kaz kept looking at her lips and finally, his face came closer to her, and he brought their lips together. The kiss felt like everything y/n imagined, it kiss lasted for a few minutes before he had to pull away.

Tears filled y/n's eyes, she was so confused as to why he had just kissed her. "I thought you said you couldn't love me" she whispered out, he just looked deep into her eyes with love and replied:

"I think I can love you."

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[x] IMAGINE KURT WAGNER FINDING YOU, HIS CRUSH, ASLEEP IN THE LIBRARY.

requested by anon

You were late. Very late. It wasn't like you to be this late.

You and Kurt had agreed to go on a walk together every Friday evening to admire the sunset. For Kurt, the real reason was to get to spend time with you, his crush. But now you were late. Had you forgotten?

He teleported to your room's door and knocked lightly, but no sound was heard from the other side. He teleported around he house for a while, but didn't seem to find you from anywhere.

"Do you know where Y/N is?" Kurt asked Jubilee as she was passing by. Jubilee smiled and nodded towards the library.

There you were, a book on your belly and your eyes closed, quietly snoring. You looked so peaceful, and Kurt found himself hoping that he would be able to wake up one day and see that face as the first thing when he'd open his eyes. Maybe one day, it would be reality and not just a dreamy scenario.

Kurt made his way to you as quietly as he could, gently removing the book from your hands and moving the bookmark to the page which was open, before he took a blanket from another couch and draped it over you, making you stir in your sleep. He stilled, for a moment being afraid that he had woken you up. But you just let out a slight hum, a small smile on your lips before you returned to your quiet snoring. Kurt sighed in relief and then smiled, picking up a book of his own and settling himself on the couch beside from yours, laying admiring glances your way every so often.

This wasn't the way he had planned the day to go, but he liked it all the same, if not even more.

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this is so sweet <3

[x] IMAGINE GOING TO THE AMUSEMENT PARK WITH STILES

requested by anon

(the Chair-O-Plane gif is mine, I've filmed it myself at Särkänniemi Amusement Park)

The music and people's chattering filled your ears as you bought the tickets from the booth before you stepped through the gates. Stiles had wanted to go to an amusement park together with you, and you, having a slight crush on him, of course said yes.

"Come on!" he exclaimed, grabbing your hand and running towards the ride area. "I'll show you my favorite rides!"

You went through the park, stopping by a haunted house but agreeing that the line was a little too long for a hot summer day and you'd go on that later. But when you saw the ride Stiles pointed next, you suddenly felt like burning alive in a haunted house line would be much better.

"Stiles, no. I'm not getting on that." you felt like all the blood had been drained from your face when you looked at the looming tower he was pointing at. But when you turned to him and saw his disappointed expression, you felt like you need to be brave for him. "Alright, alright. But just once. Then I'll decide the ride. Which might be a Merry-Go-Around after that."

He broke into a smile again, took your hand and you went into the line. You kind of wanted to escape when he wasn't looking, but you wanted to impress him somehow. So you tried to swallow your fear and believe that it would go fine.

You just wasn't sure if it would be so impressive if you'd throw up.

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(For requesters; remember that I haven't finished Teen Wolf, I've watched up to S3 finale)

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KWJHW this was so cuteee <33

Reunion at Shell Cottage [R.W.]

A/n: This came to me and I wrote it all at once because it took over my brain.

Pairings: Ron Weasley x fem!reader

Words: 2k

Summary: After many months apart after Ron goes on a search for horcruxes with Harry and Hermione, they finally reunite - at Shell Cottage.

Warnings: fluff, only slight almost nonexistent angst, mention of depression and loss of appetite, crying, kissing. As always lmk if I missed anything.

“Go…- Ron, it’s okay… just go.”

It was the last thing you’d said before disconnecting your hands, watching with teary eyes as Ron hesitantly started running, his hand still outstretched and his eyes filled with tears of his own. He mouthed an ‘I love you’, and within a blink, he was gone. Your heart broke, the tears that had pooled in your eyes finally leaked down your cheeks. You let George pull you with him guiding you to safety, away from the burning and the screaming as death eaters tore up the place, looking for the chosen one. You wished you could’ve gone with him or that he could’ve stayed, but none of it was suitable - he was supposed to go with Harry, and you weren’t.

So, you waited. Keeping the radio on at any given time of day, just to be sure and for peace of mind; at this point, it was white noise, you weren’t really paying attention, just enough to be able to catch his name, if it should ever be said. You prayed to whoever wanted to listen, to keep him safe and bring him back to you.

Days bled into weeks and weeks into months; still, you heard nothing. It was a relief, yet it scared you, being in the unknown, but you did what you could. You helped Molly and the rest of the Weasley clan; you kept busy.

Eventually, you went with Bill and Fleur to Shell cottage; after much persuasion. They said it would be good with some fresh air, but you knew that everyone was worried about you. Being cooped up with a radio 24/7 was apparently “not good for your mental health”, according to Remus Lupin - the annoyingly brilliant werewolf who’d been keeping an eye on you for months.

As always, he was right. The air from the sea did soothe your brain; even if it was only a tiny amount, it still helped. It felt different from the air everywhere else, here it didn’t feel as stuffy and grey; the promise of war laid around, like a thick blanket, but here it was washed away by the sea, leaving behind a calm amidst the storm.

You’d lost count of how many months it had been, but if someone told you it had been ten years, you would’ve believed them because it certainly felt that way. Bill and Fleur were lovely company, but they were not him.

His soft touches kept you company on long nights, the nights that were the most painful. His voice soothed you, even the one you pretended to hear. You only slept properly when you could force yourself to dream of him, but even then, it never felt genuine.

Throughout the months, you’d grown more grey, bags laying heavy under your eyes and your appetite gone from long sleepless nights.

.

You trudged gloomily down the stairs toward the kitchen, ready for another day of nothing. You turned on the radio along with the kettle, listening as the grainy voice came through the speaker, announcing the names of the witches and wizards who’d been unfortunate enough to suffer the wrath of the Dark Lord.

The voice fell into the background, the steaming mug warming your hands as you stared out the window, looking at the waves as they lapped at each other. It was easy to pretend, just for a moment, that your heart didn’t ache every second of every day, but you tried - just for a second.

You shook your head, perking up, when the voice turned to multiple, no longer coming from the radio but outside the cottage. You felt around the table for your wand, calling out in a whisper-shout for Bill and Fleur as the voices drew closer.

Bill came down the stairs, his wand held in front of him defensively, nodding toward the door as a signal to keep quiet and keep yourself guarded for whatever laid just behind it. Just as Bill came to stand in front of you, the door opened. Bill’s figure shielded you from being able to see the intruders, purposely putting himself in danger to save you.

You watched his shoulders relax and his armed hand drop to his side, no longer in defence mode.

Bill greeted the people who’d entered, quickly walking over to hug the person he knew.

Your breath hitched, and your heart hammered in your chest as your eyes landed on a familiar head of fiery red hair, hugging his older brother. Your line of vision blurred, tears gathering in your eyes as they did that day, many months ago.

Ron was too busy being happy about his reunion with his brother; he hadn’t even noticed another person present in the room until he heard a small sob.

“Ron,” you breathed out with a sob, tears cascading down your cheeks.

He detached from Bill, not even giving it a thought. Bill just smiled and shook his head, introducing himself to Luna and leading her into the kitchen.

“Princess,” he smiled - a relieved smile - the most genuine smile he’d had in all of your months apart.

You couldn’t waste another second; your legs carried you to him on their own accord. Jumping into his open arms, wrapping your arms and legs around him, hugging him so tightly you were afraid you’d break him. He hugged you back just as tight, letting your tears wet his flannel shirt and your sobs be muffled by his neck. You took shaky breaths, inhaling his scent - the one you’d craved for months and could never replicate. But now you didn’t have to anymore, he was here, and you knew you’d never be able to let go again.

Your fingers dug into him, afraid that if you didn’t keep him close, he’d vanish, and you’d realise it was your mind playing cruel tricks on you.

“Shh, baby, I’m here… right here,” he kissed the side of your head, rubbing his large hand up and down your back, letting your sobs turn into soft sniffles against him.

“Missed you- missed you so much… I love you,” you blabbered.

Your arms were around his middle as soon as he set you down, not ready to let go of him just yet.

“Missed you too, baby, every day,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head, “I love you so so much.”

There you stood, wrapped up in each other’s embrace for what felt like hours. Whispering how much you loved one another, squeezing him and hoping he would be one with you forever.

“Is this my shirt?” he asked, breaking the small bubble of peace, an amused smirk on his face.

You giggled, hiding your face in his chest, “it might be.”

“You know… I’ve been looking for it for months,” he said, giving your hips a playful squeeze.

“- I was so sure I packed it because I know it’s your favourite… and here you were, this whole time, wearing it and leaving me in complete agony,” he joked dramatically.

Ronald Weasley - always a flair for the dramatic.

“Sorry… it just called out to me, and I had to grab it.”

He laughed, the sweet sound bleeding into your ears and filling your entire body with warmth - heaven, that’s what it was.

“Grabbed it from my clean laundry pile, that is, you little minx.”

You giggled again, keeping your face hidden. The smile on both of your faces so big you’d think you had already won the war.

You looked up at him, resting your chin on his chest with a soft smile. You enjoyed admiring his features, noting the dark circles that matched yours; his smile was the same, though you could tell it wasn’t something he’d done much of these long months, but perhaps that would change now. His face was skinnier than before, you assumed yours was as well, but he didn’t feel bony, which was a good sign. His hair had grown longer, but not too long, probably thanks to Hermione - you’d have to thank her for that later.

“How did I survive so long without you?” he whispered before leaning down to connect your lips.

The kiss was greedy and passionate, your mouths moving in sync as the muscle memory kicked in. Ron held you and pressed you up against him, feeling his chest move with every breath against yours, and you were sure he could feel the hammering of your heart. Your hands balled up into fists around his flannel, holding it tight on his shoulders, creasing the fabric. His tongue slipped into your mouth, drinking up all the breathy noises you produced. His hands travelled all around you, feeling you and memorising everything, committing it all to memory, so he’d have it forever - the gift of being able to see and feel you everywhere.

The sound of someone clearing their throat forced you to pull apart, but not without a small whine, leaving Ron with a proud smirk on his face. Turning your head, you saw a very awkward looking Harry, with his arms crossed.

“Are you just about done?” he asked jokingly, but it was enough to let you know that you’d been standing in Ron’s embrace for maybe a bit too long.

You removed yourself from Ron’s arms, walking to Harry to hug him, “are you doing alright, Harry?”

He chuckled slightly and hugged you back, “oh, you know, as alright as you can be with a dark wizard who’s trying to kill ya’”.

.

You greeted the others in the kitchen, apologising for how long you’d spent with Ron, but they all shook their heads and smiled fondly.

“It’s alright, YN, don’t apologise for wanting to spend time with him… I don’t understand why, but to each their own,” Hermione said with a cheeky look causing you to laugh. You smiled gratefully at her, looking at Ron, who stood beside you, a gentle arm around your back, holding your waist.

“I would like to let you know, I’m delightful company, Moine,” Ron argued, with a frown.

“And here I thought we could finally have some peace from all his sad frowny faces,” Harry snickered.

Ron’s frown deepened but he pulled you closer to him, holding your waist a little tighter. You rested your head on his bicep, waiting for a little bickering argument to ensue - just like old times.

.

“How long will we stay here?” you asked, looking at Ron shut the door to the bedroom you had been using, now the bedroom you’d be sharing.

“We spoke with the goblin; he’ll help lead us into Gringotts tomorrow…- you can come on the mission with us if you want to, but if not, I’ll come back and get you before we continue moving,” Ron moved to stand with you, kissing you lightly on the forehead.

You nodded, humming your understanding but still needing time to make up your mind.

“Just think about it till tomorrow… for now, let’s just sleep because I have craved a good cuddle from my best girl.”

You smiled, giving him a small hug before getting ready for bed. Ron handed you a fresh t-shirt, which you gladly accepted, inhaling his scent that now engulfed you.

You gave him back the t-shirt you had stolen, happy to see him stuffing it in his bag to regain the Ron Weasley smell.

He stripped down to his boxers, climbing into the creaky bed, getting comfortable before lifting the covers for you.

“Come here, peach.”

That was all you needed for you to jump into bed as well, snuggling close to his chest as he pulled you to him.

You breathed out what felt like a sigh of relief and exhaustion, your whole body relaxing against him. You lifted your leg over his, slotting it between them, shutting your eyes.

“Missed you, so much”, you slurred slightly, your body’s exhaustion finally catching up to you.

“Missed you too, my pretty baby,” Ron whispered, hugging you to him, “but never again, never gonna have to miss me again because I’m never leaving your side.”

“Never?” you kissed his collarbone, burying your face in the crook of his neck, your hair splayed out around you.

“Never, baby… love you too much to leave you again.”

He gently kissed the top of your head, feeling your breathing even out, and a small whisper of ‘I love you’ tickled his neck.

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this is adorablee!!! “lovesick idiots” pretty much sums up y/n’s life 😂 i loved it <33

Hi! I love your writing and would like to request dating Genya Safin headcannons. And if it’s not to much to ask Gender Neutrality would be great so no one feels left out.

-Anon

A/N: I hope you like it! (Also just a note that if the requester doesn't specify that they want a female reader, it's always going to be gender neutral with me, I just got a feeling from this that you think that I write gendered readers by default and wanted to tell you that it's not the case. Though it's possible I'm just overanalyzing XD)

DATING GENYA SAFIN:

- You were a guard at the Little Palace.

- Genya crushed on you pretty much at the first sight, and the same thing happened to you with her.

- There was really visible mutual pining for a long time, but neither of you made a move on it.

- Mostly because you weren't sure how your positions would be affected if you started a relationship.

- You also didn't know if your feelings were reciprocated.

- (Because you're two lovesick idiots who are sure their feelings makes you see something that isn't really there)

- Also because you aren't a Grisha - would you truly be happy if you wouldn't be able to grow old together?

- You knew you would be happy, it's just your mind trying to stop yourself from falling so you wouldn't be disappointed when she'd reject you or finds someone else.

- But against everything you had assumed, you actually did end up kissing (or more like making out) at the staircase after a party and you were ordered in walking Genya back to her quarters.

- Your boss probably tested you.

- Genya was walking on clouds after that, and she was more cheerful than usual.

- Everyone knew what had happened upon seeing her, even though you didn't actually hang out while working or anything.

- You had already broken your guard duty when you made out with Genya at the staircase while working, so you didn't want to push it.

- But you couldn't stop smiling at each other when you passed on the hallways - years of mutual pining just burst out like that.

- But outside from work, you spent time together by taking walks.

- You also gave her a lot of flowers and said that "they reflect her beauty".

- There wasn't an awfully lot of romantic stuff to do there, but just being with each other felt enough.

- And some day, you would leave the Palace together and start a life of your own.

- It would take time, but she was worth waiting for.

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His Two Girls

He found his girl. Forever and always.

And he couldn’t be happier. Kaz Brekker alongside Y/N Brekker ruled their kingdom that is the Barrel. They continued to live at the Slat with the rest of the Crows while Kaz kept up business. He admired how Y/N allowed him to have a domestic life and run the Dregs. A life with his girl. That’s all he ever wanted. He never thought that he would ever feel the same joy he did as when he married Y/N. That was until he was able to hold his baby girl, wrapped in a soft pink blanket. The day Kaz became a father was the second happiest day of his life. The amount of feelings that overcame him was far beyond his understanding, but all he knew was that he would be the happiest man in the world with his two girls beside him.

~

“Kaz! Watch her!” He quickly bent down to pick up the little two year old, trying to make her escape. He walked up to Y/N and sighed, “Are you sure she’ll be okay on a farm. I know you want your brother to meet her, but we can come back when she’s older.” Y/N rolled her eyes, “She’ll be fine! Marella raised all three kids here. Leia can survive a few days, okay? Relax, my love.” He nodded his head and took a deep breath, “Okay, you’re right. I don’t know why I’m acting like this.” Y/N chuckled, “You’re a dad now. I remember Reid was the same way when Alex was born. It’s natural. Just don’t let Jesper notice.”

~*~

“They’re here! Aunty Y/N and Uncle Kaz are here!” Y/N chuckled when she heard Alyssa’s yell through the door. The thirteen year old swung the door open and quickly pulled her aunt into a hug. “I’ve missed you!” Y/N chuckled and kissed her head, “I’ve missed you too, babe.” Alyssa pulled away and turned to her uncle who was holding her new cousin. “Ahh! This is Leia!” Kaz smiled down at his niece and nodded. “Can I hold her?” “Let them in the house first, Aly!” Marella walked to the door and smiled at her sister-in-law. “Welcome back! Come in, come in!” Y/N followed inside carrying one bag while Marella carried the other. Alyssa followed Kaz inside, asking questions about the other Crows and how Ketterdam has been. He chuckled at her eagerness, “Go help your aunt with the bags and then you can hold Leia. Okay?” She nodded and rushed after Y/N down the hallway.

~*~

“So, how have things been with the two of you?” Y/N smiled at Kaz as they sat at the dinner table. “It’s been good! Leia has been keeping me on my toes while Kaz is at work. Oh, and it’s been fun watching him and Leia together. She really is a daddy’s girl.” Marella smiled, “Alyssa was like that. Attached to his hip, she really was a little mini me for him.” Kaz smirked and looked down at the little girl on his lap. Y/N smiled at the two of them and Alyssa spoke up, “I can see it already. Matching black hats, and canes!” Everyone at the table started laughing. “That would be so cute!” “Aunt Y/N, you should get it for them!” She smiled at her nephew, “I should, huh?” Kaz smiled at his family around the table. His brother and sister-in-law, his niece and nephews, his wife and daughter. He had an amazing family and he couldn’t ask for anything more.

jhsjlssajlkd you never fail to amaze me.

Flashbacks [P.A]

Paul Atreides x reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: not explicitly mentioned but reader has experience of AS (sexual assault) if you are sensitive to this topic please refrain from reading it and if you need to talk about something my dm's are always open.

A/N: This was a request, for that reason I touch on the subject of the AS, but I clarify that I tried to write it in the most pleasant way possible and an apology in advance if there is something wrong

You adjusted your shirt and walked into the training room, deep in thought. It had been a few weeks (if not almost months) since that accident you had had and dealing with it was causing you horrible migraines.

You had gone to Dr. Yueh to talk a little about it, but he had only given you medicine and explained that migraines of this type occur in situations of great stress. You had read about it on occasion, it was called "post-traumatic stress disorder" and it had to be treated with another type of specialist, but you could hardly think about it without feeling the anxiety consuming you, so you couldn’t imagine talking about the situation with some adult.

The only thing left for you was to turn to your best friend of all life: Paul. He was, without a doubt, the sweetest boy you have ever had the joy of meeting. Although he was important in the world of politics, you had never seen him be rude (to whom he did not deserve it) and you loved the contrast of his authoritarian and imposing personality with the kindness and sweetness with which he treated you. He had never questioned (to some extent) your decisions, he had only supported them, and that was no exception. You had thought very seriously about whether to ask for help because that would involve questions that you did not know if you could answer. But what else could you do? After all the fear that it would happen again was going to be latent throughout your life and it was better to be prepared, maybe not mentally but physically.

"You were early," Paul said with a smile. You had never been the most punctual person and he knew it. But that day in particular you didn't have the heart to joke around so you just smiled at him.

Paul wore a rather loose white shirt, black pants, and his usual boots. It wasn't something new, but his messy hair gave it an attractive touch.

"My head hurts a little, be nice" you warned him. You had previously undergone training (when you were very little) but growing up and having the physical changes that came with adolescence, your father decided it was better to quit. So that's why you knew a couple of moves, but Paul was outpacing you by a lot.

"Today we will have combat, to prove what I have taught you so far" he informed you. You were going to complain, but after all, he was the teacher and you had also requested his support yourself. You weren't going to say anything for something you asked yourself "Always remember to activate your shield"

"Will we use swords?"

“No, it will be combat without weapons. But I want to make sure I consider all the possibilities,” he explained. He was so sweet, so kind, with that soft voice that comforted you every time you listened to it. Every time you saw him you wanted to hug him and never let go of him, but that wasn’t your position in his life. In fact, it was an achievement to be able to be friends with him now that you thought better of it “I won't tell you the name of the movements, I want it to be something spontaneous. Imagine I'm a real threat” he spoke again. Paul a real threat? He would never pose a threat in your life. You got into position and nodded your head gently, after doing all the rituals with the shield and the preparation poses.

Paul wasn't pretending to be gentle (at least not in this situation) so he threw the first punch. You dodged him, but he threw another one and you had to block him anyway. Thus began a rather difficult match (clearly for you) where Paul was still suppressing his full capacity.

It had been very strange to him the day you had approached him for a favor. He had imagined many things, but that was not on the list. And of course, although he did not inquire into the matter, he did take care of Duncan to investigate if someone was bothering you and that the guards doubled the night rounds. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't get anything, so he just kept training you.

You were so engrossed in what movement you could anticipate that you didn't realize when Paul knocked you down (without the slightest effort, just sliding his legs against your feet) until the weight of his body took over. He was on you, not exerting much pressure, but it was definitely there.

You began to drown, prey to memories and fear until finally, you kicked him that you would never, I repeat, NEVER have given him in a normal situation. You had kicked him hard enough to suffocate him and you knew that he would have a bruise thanks to you. But your brain acted so unconsciously because you somehow saw his face in it, and that caused you to get this violent. But when he came back to reality, there was only Paul, bent over his torso and trying to catch his breath.

And suddenly all the adrenaline, the fear and the thirst for revenge turned to guilt and self-loathing.

"Oh my God," you whispered worried, looking at him. You didn't want to hurt him, but you were scared that he might hurt you. Suddenly everything seemed to turn black. Your sight blurred and your hands shook even more.

"Y/N!" he could say, still a little choked, "What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked, as angry as his body allowed. But when he noticed the tears falling from your eyes, he knew that something strange was happening.

"I'm so sorry, Paul, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" you said, repeating it countless times. You were blocked and panicked, so you had to fall against the nearest wall to keep your balance.

"Hey, hey… what's wrong?" he asked with a frown, totally confused. With a bit of effort, he reached over to you and tried to grab your arm, but you pulled away again. It was a reflex action and you hated yourself a little more for your reaction to the support he wanted to show you "Y/N..."

"I'm sorry, Paul, I... just forgive me, please" you sobbed and tears burst from your eyes. Then he forgot the pain, he forgot the anger and whatever else he had nothing to do with you.

"Y/N, explain to me what happens," he asked worriedly. This time he didn't try to touch you, instead, he kept a reasonable distance waiting for you to approach. And it did not take long to do it, because a few seconds later you threw yourself against his arms in search of comfort.

You wept bitterly, clinging to his arms as if they were an anchor to the real world, while everything you had kept on your chest for the past few months was present. Needless to say, the boy didn't understand anything at all, but that didn't stop him from comforting you.

So, after crying until your eyes were completely swollen, you decided that you had to talk to someone about it. And as you told Paul what had happened a sea of ​​emotions swirled inside you, ending in more tears.

He didn't want to pressure you and he didn't know what to say, but he was waiting for the moment to ask you for the name of the bastard who was causing you such suffering. And in a way, he also felt guilty, because the thought that this had happened to you under his own roof and for so long had made him completely ill.

You were his adoration; the owner of his heart, and he had let that happen to you. He could never forgive himself.

“That is why I asked you… that is why I asked you for help. I want to know how to defend myself, I want... maybe if he had known before, things would have been different”

"This will not happen again" he sentenced. Both of you were sitting on the floor, wrapped in each other's arms "You should..." he was going to say you should have told me before, but he didn't want to make you feel even worse "Y/N, why didn't you talk about this with someone?"

"I'm scared" you answered in a sob "I feel so bad and so nasty..."

"Stop," he said seriously. It hurt to the bottom of his heart to see you that way. His hand instantly went to your cheek, wiping the tears away with his thumb. “None of this was your fault. You… God, just tell me the name of that man and consider him dead today” he spoke. You have never seen him this angry "I hate myself so much for letting this happen because... I love you so much" he confessed. Your eyes widened upon hearing his words “And from now on you are going to have an escort assigned by myself. Nobody around you will dare to put a finger on you, do you hear me?” he promised you. His hands silently asked permission to surround your waist and your gaze said yes, allowing him to shorten the distance between you "Y/N, I'm so sorry" he said and now it was his turn to sob. He understood that you were fearful of his closeness, so he didn't try to make any sudden movements. Rather, he ran his hand carefully down the side of your face. “Let me take care of you from now on. Please, I just… I just want to protect you. You are what matters most to me in life” he confessed again. He wanted to kiss you, but he stopped. I was going to give you all the space and time you needed.

"Thanks, Paul," you said barely audible, catching his face in your hands. His hands no longer made you feel bad, his closeness was no longer unpleasant. It was just him, your Paul.

You leaned a little more against him, feeling safe and protected in his arms until sleep overcame you and the boy had to carry you to your room. There he stayed for as long as it took, taking care of your dreams and making sure you were safe.

No one would ever hurt you again. Never.

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STOP IT STOP THE SWEETNESS OMFG

THIS IS MY FAV LUPIN FIC OF THE MONTH

To The Bookkeeper ¬ Remus L.

Plot -Dusty books, pining hearts and romantic gestures are truly the key to starting the perfect romance novel

Genre -☁️️ Fluff ☁️️

Pairing - Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Notes/Warnings - Soooo cheesy and in the 2nd/3rd person. Enjoyyyy <3

Word Count - 1.7k

Specks of dust stilled in the air, a permanent fixture in the rustic shop. Hoards of loose pages stacked against shelves that were sturdy with the weight of hundreds of books. Shiny colour-filled books written by youthful souls shared the bustling space with the withered classics authored by the wisdom of decades gone by.

Hidden amongst the shelves and towers of novels, an oaken cashier’s desk sat. Intricate carvings of alluring floral patterns wrapped around the wood, as a simple machine rested between scattered paper and worn books. The desk looked like it held stories that these pages could not fathom, but that isn’t what caught the eye of the young man.

His tender gaze was entranced by her.

Sat buried in a book that seemed to be falling apart at its seams, wide eyes running across the pages as her body leant closer to the book, almost if she were wishing to be transported into the lines of ink. Strands of hair escaping, framing the beauty her face held, as her skin glowed with the dying light of the sunset. Remus was sure it was darker outside, but he understood that if he were the sun, he would want to spend every remaining second lighting up the beautiful bookkeeper.

She was aware of the tall young man who had been lurking among the rows of leather-bound pages the past few weeks. His scarf faltering as the hours went by, revealing the delicate scars littered across his skin, and she couldn’t help but pray he never found the book he wanted as it would mean her hours spent adoring him from afar could continue.

They fell into a routine. He would admire her from afar between his searches, and during those searches, his being would hold her attention.

Everyday Remus begged his bravery to fire up and approach his bookshop beauty, he wanted to hear her velvet voice directed at him, rather than at those other customers who didn’t even take the time to appreciate the symphony her voice conducted.

But today was different, today Remus decided to act on his love-struck urges. He spoke to her.

“Sorry, but could you possibly recommend a book for me? Haven’t seemed to find anything that truly connected with me.”

Her eyes raised to connect with his. Breath hitching as her heart pounded against her chest, trying to break free and profess her adoration of the attractive man standing expectantly in front of her, finally speaking to her after all this time.

“Um, yes, of course. What genre are you feeling? Got to make sure that my recommendation matches your mood.”

“Romance ideally”

He didn’t mean to blurt that out but finally gazing into your stunning eyes made his heart ache for love, and his mind chose to vocalise his need for romance. The deep blush that took over his scarred skin made her soften as she fought back the blush her body was threatening to show.

“One second. Wait right here”

Remus watched as she scurried off with a step of excitement, knowing she had thought of the perfect book to offer the man. He watched her fingers delicately weave through the array of covers, before landing on one and spinning to rush back towards the patient man.

Smile carved into her cheeks as she clings to the golden leather hardcover, evidently pleased with her choice of recommendation. Offering the romantic pages of ink to the lanky man, who took it gladly without his gaze ever leaving her eyes.

“A Room With a View by E.M Forster. An all-time favourite of mine, especially if you are looking for a romantic tale. I’ve probably read it 12 times already. Might just be searching for some type of romance, even the fictional type.” A feeling of caution took over as her mind wondered if that titbit of personal angst was causing him to think less of her.

But little did she know, his heart swooned at the idea of offering her that romance she craves, and little did she know, his search for romance had brought him to this very moment.

He inspected the book, taking in every detail of the cover before asking her the price. Only to be met with a shake of her head as shy smile appears on her adorable face, making his heart beat just a little faster.

“It’s a gift. I recommended it so if you hate it, then at least you didn’t have to pay for it, and if you loved it, the satisfaction I’ll feel will be enough.”

Lupin went to protest but the shushing that surrounded his words felt him stumped, and glowing red with a face full of blush. Goodbyes filled the air, both wishing to get in the last mutter of goodbye as the man retreated from the shop, clutching the book close to his chest.

Days went on without Remus’ usual bookshop visits, and soon enough, a week had gone by. Each day customers came and went, and each day, she wished for him to return even for a minute.

Hope dwindled with the closing of the shop each night, until a package was delivered early one morning. A burgundy paper wrapped parcel with simple words swirled across the top.

“To the bookkeeper who gave me a book and stole my heart”

Hiding in the little nook in the deepest part of the shop, barely touched by the eyes of others and soften by patterns of blankets. Pulling the paper from the parcel with caution as eyes widened at the contents; an eggshell letter laid upon the same romance novel she had given Remus all those days ago, but for now, the letter intrigued her more.

Dear Y/N,

I am sorry that I haven’t visited like I normally do, but I was busy with this book.

You were right. It was exactly what I needed, and whilst the story sent me through all the emotions, the feelings it made me realise for you were what truly made this book worthwhile.

Everyday for the past month I have wandered around your shop, just waiting to build up the courage to talk to you, to ask you out. But every time I saw that smile or looked in your eyes, my heart tripled in speed and all those words I had rehearsed left my mind.

So, with this letter, I offer an idea.

Read this book (for the 13th time), and if you feel anything for me, please meet me at 8 o’clock tomorrow night. You’ll know where once you’ve read the book.

Forever your shy admirer,

Remus Lupin.

If her heart was not already full, it would have been as she dove into the pages, only to find the annotations and intricate drawings scribbled amongst the lines. Pastels of highlighted text, thin marks of meticulously penned thoughts, and scrupulously drawn doodles of lovers that bared closer resemblance to herself than the protagonist.

Minutes ticked away and each page was devoured with such attention that her eyes begged to rest a moment, but her heart fuelled her with energy to continue. And so, she did. Word after word, line after line, and comment after comment pulling her feelings for the tender man to the surface.

The final pages came into sight and her heart fell an inch in desperation to read more of Remus’ loving insights, but the thought of meeting the adoring man brought new life into her bones.

Closing the book as the clock struck 7:30pm, knowing that her search for romance was about to be over when she finally allowed her feelings to come to fruition, when she was finally able to confess that hidden desire of hers to the man who held her heart.

Rushing about to make herself presentable as the journey began to the place your heart will be fulfilled.

Reaching the Garden of Godric as the glimmering of the crescent moon lit up the rows of beautiful flowers and offered safety to the arrays of gentle creatures who play in the night. But, amongst all the beauty stood the picture-perfect sight, Remus Lupin clutching a single gardenia.

“there are shadows because there are hills.”

Turning to meet her gaze as all the fear that filled his veins trickled away as it replaced with hope. She came, she cared, she felt the same.

She strolled up to him as she continued with her explaination of his choice of location. “The gardens are shaded by the mountain range, which is quite peculiar for a city to have which makes it a rarity. And you, Remus, are a rarity”

Holding his large hands within hers, their heartbeats started a duet of anticipation, waiting for confession. Watching every emotion swirl through her eyes as he inches ever closer before pulling his bravery to speak truly.

“There is so little I know about you and yet, you take up my every thought. Part of me believed this idea of love at first sight was a cliché trope used to sell books, but then I met you and all of these feelings started to bloom. Maybe it isn’t love quite yet, but I am hopelessly falling with every second.”

Her eyes watered with joy as she clung to every word he spoke, resting a soft hand against the rough of his scarred cheek. Leaning closer to meet his lips in a desperate need for that hidden love to be fulfilled after all this time.

Lips collided and hearts were warmed. Kissing him felt like a fairy-tale, a distance dream she had only read about. Kissing her felt safe, as if she was his saviour that he had searched high and low for. Clinging to each other as they prayed the moment could continue forever, but alas, breath was the enemy of affection.

Pulling away as she remained in his arms, hoping to never be without his touch again. Remus stayed clutching onto her figure, praying that she would always be his. The two bookworms who had searched for love amongst pages of romantic ink were now in their own fairy-tale, and their love could defeat any fictional love story ever written.

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⚠SPIDERMAN NO WAY HOME SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT ⚠

Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x reader

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A/N: I was very inspired to write this as soon as I saw the movie and couldn't wait. I'm sorry if I spoiled someone but hey, it's a risk you take when you enter social networks. I hope you like it and if you want more content follow me because I think Peter is here to stay <3

And I'm sorry if there is something wrong with the pronouns, I'm very tired and can't see well X2

“Let me have Connors, I already healed him once. It's easy”, he pronounced, balancing in his hand the device that the youngest offered him. The two men looked at him for a second and he shrugged “What? It is easy"

"Huh, yeah cool" he replied, letting the boy in the robe search for his own work table.

“I think I can make an antiserum for Dr. Osborn. I've been thinking about that for a long time…” he heard behind him. He decided to focus on his own work and forgot the conversation the two variants of his were having when he started looking for the necessary chemicals.

The whole thing was crazy. He first he had fallen into that new universe he knew he was definitely not Spiderman, then he saw the villains on the news and it finally turned out to be those guys who found him. And he was grateful for that because at that moment he could realize how much they needed his help. That is, it would be much easier to beat the villains if you had someone on your team who had already fought them. And yet his variant wasn't just trying to beat them, he wanted to heal them. That was truly admirable.

He worked normally and I would even say a bit of enthusiasm when at one-point whispers in front of him caught his attention.

He and… well, the other Peter looked at the Peter from that timeline talking quietly to his friends and began to make up their own theories.

"Everything is fine?" asked the older one, who was still wearing his civilian clothes.

The youngest of the three turned and his friends did the same, but they could tell from the expressions on his faces that not much good news was coming.

"I think... huh... well, we have a friend who is... she's great with this engineering stuff and I think she can help us."

"Perfect, then call her" encouraged the boy with the robe. But the teenagers made another face. "After all, I don't think she cares much about the two of us, does she?"

"That's the thing" MJ began to explain "You... I remember you told us you lost your girlfriend, right?" she asked and he nodded barely perceptibly. He was still a wound that did not heal and he hated that someone reminded him "And that his name was Y/N"

"Kids, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but where do you want to go with all this?" murmured the older one, a little impatient.

"With the help of the girl we want to call we will finish in half the time, but she is also called Y/N and we don’t know if she looks the same as your dead girlfriend so we want to warn you that it is a possibility" Ned spoke, with so quickly that it was hardly possible to understand it.

Silence completely invaded the environment and it took everyone a second to assimilate what the boy said. All eyes were on Peter in the robe, who just hearing your name was so immersed in his own memories of him as to notice it.

"Come on, Peter!" you yelled in his direction, feeling the autumn wind hitting your face hard. Even though the boy had a city to protect, you had decided that a day off would do him good and that's why you were both in the Finger Lakes National Forest. You were a nature lover and Peter didn't hang out very often, so you thought it would be nice to go for a walk together.

Well, it was being nice to you, because he looked like a little boy complaining.

"Y/N, I wanna rest," he said pouting and stopping behind you "I'm cold and my feet hurt and I'm hungry...”

"You are a cry baby!" you complained in the direction of him, approaching him "Every night you run away from our bed so that dozens of guys hit you without saying anything and now you complain that your feet hurt"

"It also hurts when guys hit me!" he huffed and you laughed at his tantrum.

“So, the problem is when your girlfriend…?

"Fiancée"

"What?"

"You’re my fiancée now" he corrected you, looking at the engagement ring on your left hand. He playfully took your hand and kissed your knuckles, completely loving the way you wore the ring that once belonged to his family. Now he was yours, you would become his family.

"Anyway, the problem is that I ask you to do something together?" you asked pretending to be hurt and he smiled sheepishly.

"I didn't mean that..." he started to say, looking genuinely sorry "You know I adore you"

"Well, it doesn't seem like it," you said crossing your arms and looking the other way. He smiled and leaned over to spray multiple, repeated kisses on your cheeks, which ended up making you laugh “Okay, okay. You win, Pete” you said amused, slapping his chest gently. You thought that maybe you were being a bit harsh with him, after all the boy must have brought the fatigue from the previous nights, “What do you say if we go over the bridge and sit down to eat something? I'm starving too” you confessed.

"Sounds great" he replied kindly. You began to walk hand in hand until you reached the bridge, where you let go and ran like an excited girl.

"Love, did you bring your camera? This place is beautiful for a photo” you said happily, climbing on the railing to sit there. Peter smiled and was about to tell you something when he felt a chill on the back of his neck. He saw everything as if it were a slow-motion shot, as you slipped backward and he ran in your direction to try to hold you down. However, he didn't make it, and instead, he threw a cobweb at your chest, hoping to keep you from falling into the river below you.

"Y/N!" he said worriedly. He poked his face down and sighed when he saw you safely "Are you okay?" he asked, climbing towards him little by little, but you could only answer him with a smile.

"I'm fine" you exclaimed naturally, but he didn't seem so amused "Come on, the worst that could happen is that he gets a dip" you continued and he shook his head. He kind of reminded you of your father when he was upset about something.

"It's not funny. I can't be saving you from all the falls that your clumsiness causes”

"And why not?" you said smiling and approaching him to wrap your hands around his neck "That's what superheroes do, right?" you asked softly. He tried to ignore you, but you brought your lips close to his, trying to steal a kiss from him, and after a bit of effort you finally got a smile out of him.

"You're lucky I can never get mad at you" he murmured pinching his nose. You finally connected your lips with his, forming a soft and slow kiss that made him melt.

“I'm not scared, Spidey. I know you will always catch me”

"Peter, are you okay?" the adult asked, pulling the boy out of his thoughts. He realized that he had to give an answer and he had to be quick if they wanted to defeat the villains.

"Yes..." he answered vaguely, trying to erase the images of the love of his life, dying in his arms. He had to focus, get over it, and move on. "No problem, do whatever it takes," he said, nodding and going back to working on the antidote at the previous pace. The three young men took that as green light and Ned put the ring back on, taking a deep breath.

"Okay, then let's find Y/N" he exclaimed nervously. He repeated the same process as when he had searched for Peter and after a few attempts, a portal opened in front of everyone, showing a disoriented girl. You were wearing a rather pretty skirt and a light blouse, as well as a pair of delicate slippers, like those of a ballet dancer.

"Y/N! I'm sorry we have to meet like this, but do you remember when you told me in avengers tower that I could call you when I needed your help? Well, this is the moment” the boy began to explain. Your hair looked different, with dyed strands of bright color, and you looked a little bigger than the last time he saw you, but he thought it was all due to the time you lost contact "I imagine you have seen the thousands of news"

"How do you know my name?" you asked scared. He didn't expect that kind of response.

"How do I know your name? Y/N, we work together on various missions, did you…?”

"Peter" interrupted MJ. When he turned to her, the girl pointed a finger at your hands: there was a ring. That was definitely not there before "I don't think she's our Y/N either"

There was no time to tell you anything else because a second later you noticed the other people in the room and you were already running towards the other Peter, whom you surrounded in a desperate hug.

“I knew you would be here. I was so scared and I didn't know what to do and I saw the news and I knew that I was not in my world and I didn't understand a damn about everything that was happening” you said frantically. You hugged him tightly, but he was completely still. When you felt his heavy breathing, you pulled away and saw his pale face like a sheet of paper “Are you okay? Something happened to you? I was with you and I fell from that building and a second later I appeared in this place, I don't understand how or why, but…”

You couldn't say anything else; you were interrupted by his lips desperately kissing yours.

You could feel the salty taste of his tears and the passion with which he wanted to kiss you as if he had never done it in your life. His hands clung to your waist and you felt the atmosphere fill with something like anguish. There were so many feelings floating in the air and so many feelings between your lips that you just started to get dizzy. You were short of breath, the touch was careless and rough, but still, Peter refused to let you go.

Finally, you carefully parted and when you looked at the boy you noticed that he was wrapped in tears. You understood absolutely nothing.

"You're here" was all he could whisper, shortly before wrapping you in his arms and letting go of crying. You looked over his shoulder at the rest of the people in the room and noticed that one of them was dressed as Spiderman. You knew him from the news, however, the other you had never seen. Still, they all seemed to know you and you felt like they clearly knew something that you didn't.

"Peter, what is it?" you asked in a whisper near his ear "Why are you crying, love?"

"You don't have a Y/N in your universe, do you?" Ned asked of the other man. What did he mean by a Y/N?

"Guys I'm sorry to ruin your moment, but time is really running out," said the boy you had seen on the news. Your boyfriend separated from you and wiped the tears with the sleeve of his robe because he had forgotten for a moment the difficult situation in which he found.

“I will explain absolutely everything. I promise” he sobbed and brought your lips together again. But this time it was a sweet and soft kiss, the kind that made you feel safe "Now we don't have time, we have to finish these artifacts"

“Well, Ned, find our Y/N. We still need an engineer” asked the young man, but you approached him immediately.

"I can help," you said watching them "I don't know what it is about, but ... I worked at Oscorp, I can repair almost anything"

"Oh, thank goodness you're not the least bit different from the one we have here,” said the boy. You didn't understand the comment, but you still let him guide you to a table where he already had several pieces. "Well, let's start with this..." he said, pointing to a set. He began to explain to you what it would be for and what he needed and then he got to work on his own project. You looked back and as if Peter had known he looked up from him as well. You still had a lot of questions, but you knew it wouldn't do any good to overwhelm him with it, so you showed him a sincere smile instead. Then he smiled in the same way and nodded softly, with that expression that could only mean: we’ll be alright.

"So..." you started to say, never stopping working. To the surprise of the young people, you worked in half the time of the Y/N of their universe. That turned out to be a blessing. "From what I understood, all the people who know that Peter Parker is Spiderman are here thanks to a magical guy who you asked for help to make people in your universe forget that you are Spiderman, right?"

"Yes"

"And you want to help them avoid the fate of their own universe, which in this case is death."

"Yeah"

"And the Lizard and Electro are here from our universe"

"It’s right"

"And you have three others even worse from another Peter's universe."

"Aha"

"Wow..." you exclaimed in amazement. It was a lot to digest "You guys are really screwed up, kid"

"Yes, I really appreciate your optimism," said the young man with evident sarcasm, while he was putting the finishing touches on the machine for Electro.

"It's not optimism, I'm just telling the truth" you smiled at him and when he was about to answer you, a voice interrupted him.

"Peter?"

"Yes?" the three-spoke "Oh, sorry you mean..."

"Peter, Peter"

"We are all called Peter"

"Peter Parker"

"Same again, bro," they said in unison again and you stifled a laugh.

"Computer!" half yelled the brunette. Everyone was ready, so the smaller Peter started talking to them about the plan and you stood next to your boy. He looked more composed now, but you could still see a bit of terror in his gaze when he focused on you.

You listened to the whole plan carefully and to be honest you were a bit impressed by the confidence with which the boy spoke. Although he was young, he felt that spark of a leader that was impossible to ignore.

“Well, it's now or never. What do you always say?” he asked his girlfriend "If you hope to disappoint...”

"No," she interrupted, "Not this time. Let's kick butt”

"To heal" the man corrected. He made you think of an old man, but tenderly "To heal butt"

"To heal butt" repeated the brunette. It was agreed that the three Peter Parkers would be at the Statue of Liberty and the youngest's friends would stay in the apartment, communicated by a portal to protect the box.

"And me?" you asked the boy "How can I help?"

An awkward silence filled the atmosphere and you looked at everyone present. It seemed like you said something terrible.

"You stay here," your Peter said, quite firmly. You looked to your side expecting to see him smile, but it was not like that.

"What?"

“You heard me. You stay here"

His tone of voice was severe and you could even tell that he looked angry, which only confused you more. The boy had cried, he had laughed, he had not stopped looking at you and now he looked annoyed, a whole cocktail of emotions that you did not know how to assimilate.

"I think it would be best to let you guys talk for a moment alone, youngsters," the man said in a low voice, gesturing for the three teenagers to move away a bit.

"What are you hiding from me?" you asked watching your fiancé. The whole thing was very strange "I know you and you have never spoken to me like that, what the hell is nobody telling me and everyone seems to know? Is there a villain there who has my face?” you said rolling your eyes.

"Y/N, you wouldn't understand" Peter began, as he made a poor attempt to breathe normally. Failing to do so, he simply closed his eyes and turned away to escape your accusing gaze. “Please, I just need you to stay here. When we return home, I will explain everything to you "

“Will they put that girl and boy in danger? I can help and you know it!” you insisted. You wanted to feel useful, for them to know that they had your support.

"I’ve said no"

"Why not?"

"Because I can't lose you Y/N! No again!"

The words you were about to say stayed in your throat and suddenly everything made sense, so that deathly silence was back, although this time with more heaviness.

You weren't stupid, you both knew it, and you had managed to connect the dots sooner than expected. Peter seemed to regret saying that instantly, as his eyes crystallized and you believed that he would start crying just as he had when you left that portal.

"Villains are not the only ones who are destined to die... are they?"

Peter started to shake his head, reluctant to talk about anything he had to do with it and pulled away from him to try and regulate his breathing, holding on to the nearest wall.

"Peter..."

“Please don't ask me anything. I don't know if I can answer you” he said and his voice seemed to break on the last word.

You thought that knowing that the fall of the building had killed you would leave you in shock, but the truth is that you did not feel anything when you learned that information. You weren’t afraid because you knew that at that moment you were safe.

The only thing you were worried about was the trembling and sobbing boy in front of you.

"Peter..." you whispered again, moving closer to him. You wrapped him around his back and hugged him gently, trying to reassure him. You rested your cheek on his back and closed your eyes for a moment as you stroked the skin covered by his suit with your thumbs.

"I'm so sorry" he sobbed, still not wanting to look at you "It was my fault, I should never have let you accompany me”

"Shh," you whispered gently "I'm sorry I pushed you, I'm a fool. I… we'll talk about this later, okay? Forgive me"

"No, no... I..."

"Peter," you said seriously. You stopped hugging him to sneak in until you were between the wall and his body “We have to concentrate, that child needs your help. I didn’t know that this was so, otherwise I wouldn’t have asked you anything” carefully you extended your hand to his face, wiping the tears from his cheeks “I will stay here, safe. I promise. But I need you to promise me that you will stay safe too” you asked. The idea of ​​losing him terrified you more than the idea of ​​something happening to you.

"What if something happens to you?"

"Nothing's going to happen to me, darling," you exclaimed, trying to reassure him. By God, you felt so cruel about what had just happened and at the same time you were incredulous "Trust me, yes?"

"Yes," he exclaimed, nodding his head gently. He was scared, but he knew he had to focus and fight. For you.

Without warning, you approached her lips and gave her the third kiss of the night, one that now represented the promise of a next meeting and a hope. It was delicate and slow, but firm.

"Now go there and if you don't have time to come back for me then I hope the next time I see you will be in our universe," you said with a smile, gently caressing her cheek. A clear throat interrupted them and they saw the older Spiderman in front of you.

"Sorry to interrupt"

"No problem, Peter was leaving" the boy turned away from you and gave you another look, just to make sure you would stay there "Try to come back in one piece, you still owe me a wedding" you tried to joke and he smiled through tears.

"I will try"

The boy walked through the portal and you saw the other two versions of him watching you closely, but before your boy got too far you called him again.

"Peter"

"Yes?" he asked, turning around with a worried expression. You, on the other hand, smiled at him.

"I love you" you admitted. If it was a moment to say it, this was it.

The boy smiled widely and felt his heartache a little. He had heard those words so many times in his dreams that I doubt they were real this time.

"And I love you too"

Night had already fallen in New York and winter was beginning to appear. Luckily your apartment was heated and the only window in the room was closed. The place felt familiar and homey, perhaps as it had never felt in your life.

Your body ached, the tears in your eyes seemed to have run out after he told you the full story of what he had lived without you, and your chest felt heavy with the emotional charge. But you were fine, even with all that, because you were finally by his side.

"Peter?" you asked when the noise of a siren woke you up. You turned towards him a little and simultaneously saw the clock on the nightstand. Even though you were seeing blurry, you could tell that it was already dawn and he was still looking up at the ceiling just like before you fell asleep.

"Huh?" he asked distractedly. He was not wearing a shirt and that allowed you to see some wounds from the battle he had fought hours before.

"Why are you still awake, love?"

"Oh... it's just, huh, I'm not sleepy" he tried to lie. But the dark circles under his tired eyes said otherwise.

"Yes? Well, I don't believe you a little bit "you whispered. You were sleepy, so you struggled a bit to keep your eyes open. You kept quiet, watching him for a few minutes, and then spoke again “You won the battle, everything is fine. Now you should sleep, you need to rest”

"I can’t. I'm scared" he admitted and finally turned his head to look at you.

"Scared of what?" you asked curiously. He was silent a second time and didn't speak again until he finally plucked up his courage:

"I am terrified of waking up and that you are no longer here"

Your heart contracted a little at his confession and the urge to cry washed over you. The darkness made him look even more vulnerable and his features had softened considerably.

You got up from your place and climbed onto his lap, lying on his semi-naked body, and stretched your neck until you reached to leave a kiss on his lips. As you kissed him you felt how the tension in his body was disappearing and the heat took its place.

"I'm not going anywhere" you whispered against his lips. You both felt dizzy with love "I promise you. But now I need you to rest, honey” you said quietly “Can you do that? For me?” you asked him in a whisper. He ended up giving up and nodded, as he held you tighter against himself. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep and you made sure of that so you could sleep too. The boy rested as he hadn’t in many months and slept well into the morning.

And when he woke up, you were still there.

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Reader is a strategist for Mercedes. Max and her, they got married in secret and have a 2 year old daughter together.

I know this is not much to work with but you do you!

(I love your fics <3)

hi bestie! i left the mercedes’ strategist plot out of this, but i hope you still like it! btw this was gonna be really short and ended up being this other thing. <333

You look out the car window and then to your daughter playing with her favorite plushie next to you. She doesn’t know that you’re about to be the topic of conversation for the next week — month even. She only knows that there are gonna be a lot of people trying to take pictures of you both, and that you’re gonna see Dad’s friends too. 

“Hey, baby.” You whisper, brushing a strand of blonde hair out of her face. “You’re ready to see Daddy?” She smiles at the mention of her favorite person in the whole world, forgetting all about her toy. 

“Where are we?” She asks, looking out the window. 

You lift her up onto your lap, placing a kiss on her temple. “We’re gonna watch papa just like we do from home every Sunday.”

“We have fun watching papa.” 

“Yes, so,” You take your bag and her plushie before taking a deep breath. “let’s go and have some fun, then.”

It’s no secret to anyone that you and Max have been dating for quite a few years now. You used to be more public about your relationship, but then you got pregnant and Max decided that it was best if you kept things a little more private, and you were more than happy to do it until you started to miss going to the races and seeing him more often. 

Max was a bit reluctant at first, but after some — a lot — of convincing he accepted. The two of you agreed to put some boundaries and to take things slowly. The first step was going to the Monaco Grand Prix, so, you wouldn’t have to travel and he could be home by the end of the day with his favorite girls. And, if things become too much, you can just go home. 

The moment you set foot on the paddock, you know there is no going back. You feel nervous and like your whole body is on fire, but when you look at your daughter’s smile as you hold her in your arms, you forget about everything.

“Mama, look! Papa!” She points to the giant banner to your left. And there he is, alongside a few of the other drivers. 

“Oi!” Dani calls from a few meters away. You wish he would not have done it because it draws attention you really didn’t want. 

“Uncle Dani!” 

You see the exact moment people recognize you, reporters starting to make their way to you at the same time you hurry to Dani’s side. He has a big, bright smile on his face, he’s always smiling but you think he’s genuinely happy to see you and your daughter. 

“Hi, Dani.” The Aussie wraps an arm around your shoulder and kisses your cheek as a greeting. 

“Hey, angel.” Your daughter makes grabby hands at Dani and, obviously, he immediately takes her in his arms. “Did you miss uncle Dani?” She nods, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck. 

“Have you seen Max?” You ask him, but he shakes his head, too busy paying attention to whatever your daughter is telling him in the ear. 

You don’t feel comfortable. It’s been so long since you’ve been in the paddock that now feels like you’re attending your first race for the very first time. You were nervous then, you are terrified now as you see reporters approaching, calling your name and asking about your daughter. It’s not that they don’t know you and Max have a daughter, you and Max have been pretty open about her but always leaving her face out of the family photos you share on social media. However, this is news to everyone. This is a headline. And you know they’re just doing their job.

“Let’s go find him, okay?”

You barely hear him, trying to politely tell the reporter by your left that you will not give any interview and to stop asking about your daughter. Daniel has to give you a little pat on the back to make you walk, sending death glares to the people surrounding you in the process. 

There are phones and video cameras following you along the paddock, and you think you should’ve accepted Max’s offer of waiting for you at the entrance. But you didn’t want to be a burden. You were pretty confident about handling things by yourself but now… not so much. 

“Hey, are you okay? You’re a little pale.” Dani’s voice is soothing. You’re glad he’s carrying your daughter because you don’t feel strong enough to do it. Someone behind you — one of the many, many people following you — pushes you, making you bump into another person by your side. “Watch out! There’s a baby here!”

Daniel is mad and doesn’t hesitate in wrapping an arm around your waist, guiding you inside the nearest place that turns out to be the McLaren hospitality. 

“I’m gonna call Max, alright?”  

“What’s happening outside? Oh, you’re here!”

“Uncle Lando!” Your daughter’s voice is what finally pulls you out of your head. 

You walk to Dani, taking her in your arms. “Did you miss Uncle Lando too?”

“Is something wrong?” Lando asks again, bopping the little girl on the nose. 

“So many people,” You breathe out, closing your eyes for a second. “I didn’t think it was going to be this way, really.”

“Well, it’s a big deal that you’re here. Both of you.” Lando looks outside, reporters and cameras ready to catch a glimpse for when you have to leave. “Do they know? The media, I mean, about…” He looks to your hand, right where your wedding ring is. 

You groan, hiding your face in your daughter’s neck, making her giggle. “No, but I’m sure it will be worse when they notice.”

There’s a huge commotion outside that draws your attention. When you look, you find Max trying to make his way through the mass of people. Seeing him makes you relax immediately, but then he’s pushing a man when this shoves a microphone in his face and you don’t feel so relaxed anymore.

“Shit, shit” Daniel is quick to open the doors and go outside, a few members of McLaren following him. “Can you hold her, please?” 

Your daughter goes willingly with Lando as you run outside. Daniel stands between the reporter and Max, his hand on your husband’s chest trying to stop him from jumping over him to get to the man. 

There’s a bigger commotion when they see you, everyone shouting your name and asking questions that you don’t pay attention to, but it’s enough to make Max forget about fighting the reporter.

Max runs to you, hands cupping your face. “Hey, baby. Are you okay? Something happened?” 

“I’m okay. Just—let’s go inside, please.” 

Max doesn’t hesitate. He grabs your hand tightly, not caring about being seen going inside McLaren hospitality, not when you and his daughter are there needing him.

“Papa!” 

Your husband’s face lights up, that pretty smile you love so much making its way onto his face. "Mijn mooie meisje.” The tension on his face goes away the moment he takes her in his arms. 

“You wanna go home?” Lando asks you, handing you a glass of water. 

“Yes, you’re going home.” Max answers for you, hugging his daughter tightly against his chest. 

“We are not. We knew this would happen, well, not at this scale but,” You shrug, taking a sip of water. “I don’t wanna go. We should’ve planned this better.” 

“Yeah, you should have.” Daniel jokes, but when no one laughs he just stands there awkwardly. “Look, she’s already here. You’re not gonna send her home, are you?”

Lando bites his lip before saying, “You won’t be able to hide forever.” 

“I know!” Max sighs, putting down his daughter on one of the sofas. “Why don’t you play while I talk with your uncles for a bit?” Unaware of everything, she just takes her plushie and waits for you to be finished. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable or feel unsafe.”

“We’re safe here. Everyone will take care of us, I know that.” You take his hand, thumb caressing the back of it. “It was just the shock of experiencing all of this again. It reminded me of the first time I attended a race.” You say, shyly. 

“Oh, I remember that.” He has that special glint in his eyes that tells you that he remembers every little detail of that day. 

“Uh, gross.” Lando pretends to throw up, earning a playful push from Daniel.

“You sure you’re gonna be okay?”

“Yes, love. Besides, how are you gonna tell her she won’t be watching papa race?” You look at your little baby, talking with her plushie and showing the toy around. “I don’t know which one of us is more excited.”

“You know it’s only a matter of time before they notice this?” Max takes your hand to his lips, kissing your wedding ring.

“I want them to know.” 

“Oh, thank God!” He exclaims, peppering kisses all over your face. “I hate not wearing my ring on race weekends.”

'tis the season, i guess — CL16

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

summary: cold winter days bring unexpected company to your bookshop. or in which your ex needs help choosing a book for his girlfriend.

words: 3.5k

tags: angst, SO much angst, dark academia vibes for some reason?, genuinely heartbreaking. some fluff but not much!

note: this was based off of this request but i got a bit carried away and wrote a whole thing! also am now obsessed with listening to sabrina carpenter... i hope everyone likes this even though it is very painful, but lmk your thoughts pls!!

The bookshop was basically empty, all the noise you could hear being yourself trying to rearrange the books in alphabetical order, and soft music playing in the background.

you stood on your tiptoes in order to reach a book at the top of the shelf, knowing a bench was available but being too lazy to go get it. Wuthering Heights refused to reach your fingertips despite your efforts and soft curses to yourself a bit louder than usual due to the emptiness of the shop.

"Need help?" a male voice called from behind, causing you to roll your eyes. Here we go, you thought to yourself, another man who catches you alone in the shop and tried to hit on you, and you'll have to find him funny and play delighted to be in his presence despite how bothersome he is, despite the ring on his finger.

"No, I'm okay, really-" you started replying, putting on your best customer service smile, fixing your hair as you turned around to face the stranger. but the person who you faced wasn't a stranger in the slightest.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" he said as he reached behind you for Wuthering Heights, taking him zero effort to do so, increasing your frustration and disbelief.

those brief moments of closeness brought to you a thousand heart clenching memories, time standing still as his scent hit you softly.

"Try this one" you tried to stop giggling as you held the dark brown bottle in your hands and asked for his wrist.

"Tobacco Vanille? I don't want to smell like cigarettes!!" he joked, although he let you spray his wrist gently, so happy just for the sole fact that you were happy.

Your smiles reached your eyes as they met for brief seconds, waiting for the smell to hit his skin. Reactions weren't needed as your expressions turned from smiling to shocked, mouths widening at the scent that seemed to fill you both.

"It's AMAZING!" you half screamed excitedly as he smelled his wrist in confirmation. "Charlie, it smells so good I could eat you right now!"

He laughed at the nickname, at how pretty you looked, at how simple it all was. He kept laughing with the perfume in a perfectly wrapped package in his hand, the other holding yours.

"Uhm, hi" you said, as his big familiar hands stretched out to hand you the book, which you hugged tightly to your chest in an attempt to hide or disappear in it, you weren't sure "Thanks."

"No problem" he replied politely, almost annoyingly so, the tiptoeing already starting before more than a few words could be uttered, his hands in his pockets as he looked everywhere but you.

It was uncomfortable - the silence, the stillness, how both of you stood there like ghosts, waiting for some direction, something to do, something to happen. "So uhm... what brings you here?"

"Oh, I'm a wedding crasher" the stranger next to you replied, black tuxedo slightly touching your arm, a drink in his hand and shirt slightly unbuttoned.

"Really?" your eyebrows raised as you took in what he said and his appearance – the nose, especially the nose.

He laughed slightly, taking a sip of his drink and looking back at you "no, I'm friends with the bride," his finger pointed in the direction of the beautiful woman dressed in white, but all you could see was how big his hands were, adorned with rings. "And you?"

"I am an actual wedding crasher" you replied, cheeky smile adorning your lips despite the shyness you felt as your eyes locked with his. It was his time to raise his eyebrows and your turn to take a sip of beer as he repeated what you had asked seconds before. "Really?"

"No, I'm friends with the groom" you replied winking, enjoying the stranger's company and humor, his smile causing small dimples to appear in his cheeks as he looked down at his lap.

"You got me," his hand suddenly stretched towards you, palm open and inviting, "I'm Charles."

He kept shrugging and avoiding your eyes, despite the fact that he had willingly chosen to go to the place where you worked. It was making you impatient and angry, those emotions replacing the initial shock and sadness.

"I need your help choosing a book," his voice sounded weak and embarassed, shame coming through every vowel. You stood still, waiting for him to continue, wishing he'd speak faster, explain himself already or just leave and forget he even came. "For my girlfriend"

Those words twisted inside you like a sharpened knife that knew the cut would merely hurt, not kill. Despite that, you knew better, you refused to let him notice any sort of hint of how that information affected you. "Oh wow," was all you could say at first, turning around to keep placing books in shelves, distracting at least your body since your mind was restless "birthday?"

"Uh? Oh no, 6-month anniversary" he muttered, almost inaudibly. You were too aware suddenly of how your clothes felt on you, how ironic red was in the necklace you were wearing as you placed Anne Boleyn's biography in its correct place, tight between the other books. You refused to look to him now, nodding intensively so he would understand that you had heard what he said, your skin prickling as you struggled to move. Calculations ran through your mind, trying to place those 6 months in the timeline of both of your lives as he moved awkwardly behind you.

"It's funny actually, she really loves reading, I guess I do have a typ-" he began, trying to lighten the mood, but each word he said felt like another grain of salt being thrown at the open wound that was your heart.

“What does she like to read?” you interrupted him, purposefully so, knowing how clear your intention to move from the subject was.

“I read a bit of everything, but I love the classics,” you said as the cappuccinos arrived and sat prettily in the café’s table. You stared at Charles as he stared at you; his entire expression seemed to give you undivided attention, registering every word and movement of yours. He smiled at all the correct times, nodded at your statements and frowned at certain parts of your narrative almost as if he had been custom made for you.

“What’s your favorite book?” he continued, sipping his drink, some foam remaining on his top lip, a feature you smiled softly at, bravely leaning over with a napkin and cleaning it. “Thank you” he said as he noticed your blushing expression, his way of both reassuring you and brushing it off as something mundane, and you bit your lip, holding back a bigger smile than necessary.

“This is such a cliché,” you started, rolling your eyes at your answer, trying your best not to say it. “Go on” his hand suddenly stretched towards yours, resting on top of it gently, like a sheet perfectly fitted for a bed. Your body burned with the touch, what is symbolized, what it promised silently in that small café.

“It’s Catcher in the Rye,” you both burst out laughing.

“She loves Fitzgerald,” his hands touched random books, looking for something to do, fixing them, opening some of them and putting them back in place, reading the backs of them as if he was paying attention to anything they said.

“Good taste,” you tried the compliment route. You didn’t want to sound bitter, and you weren’t bitter. It was just a lot to take in so fast, his presence as painful as his words, the way both made you feel so small for such a big place, so big for such a tight room.

“That's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool,” you quoted the author as you contemplated the choices available for a lover of Fitzgerald. Work could fill your mind. Pretending it was just one more client made it easier. “Any other author or book? Help me out, Charli- Charles” you cut yourself off before the nickname could come out, hoping he wouldn’t notice, knowing that he did. You felt his entire body tense behind you as yours did, making it seem like a picture frozen in time in place, The Star-Crossed Lovers.

Charles seemed so silent that you unconsciously felt yourself turning back to check if he was still there, if he hadn’t been a fragment of your imagination after all. He stood in place, for a moment his eyes looked at you as if they hadn’t seen you in his entire life, examined you as if you were as unknown as letters in a freshly printed page. That soon faded as he snapped back to reality, registering the question with incredible delay. “Faulkner. She also likes Faulkner.”

“Aaaand Faulkner is done” you brushed some of the dust off of your hands as you stood up, looking at the now organized Classics section. “At least for the next week! Thank you for staying with me, by the way,” you said to the phone, as its screen indicated that you had been on a call for 2:45:17 hours.

“No problem,” Charles smiled. You knew he did although you didn’t see him, and that sheer though made you smile as well. “Can you do me a favour though?” he asked, his voice filled with excitement, a puppy-like tone that you cherished “open the door, I’m freezing.”

At first you were confused at his request, and you were close to questioning it until it hit you. You didn’t believe it. There could be no way he was- you rushed to the bookshop’s door, opening it while still holding your phone. Heart racing, you opened the door and saw Charles’ frame standing there, the lights illuminating his red cheeks and nose from the cold, one hand awkwardly holding the cellphone, the other trying to balance two warm drinks. He was wearing a beanie that made him look younger, softer, a puffer jacket that seemed to hug him perfectly- “Is there a code or something?” he jokingly asked, his breath visible due to the cold air outside, and you realized you had been staring for too long. You stood aside, turning the phone off as he placed the cups on the counter and removed his extra clothes.

“You didn’t have to,” you started. “I wanted to.” “You’re so sweet I could kiss you right now.” “Do it, then.”

 You started browsing through the spines of the books in the shelves in front of you, looking for answers to more than one question, relying on pulling you sleeves down to your hands to mask your nervousness.

“How have you been, though?” his voice made you jump a bit, pulling you back to reality as you pulled 2 books and held them against your chest with one hand, trying to keep them from falling by lifting a leg – an awkward stance, you were sure. “Great, actually” you replied, unconvincingly so.

Things were hard after what happened with Charles, and you had taken many different routes to get over it all at first – waking up hungover in strangers’ beds, not leaving the house, breaking hearts for fun, letting people use you for fun, meaningless moment after meaningless moment, where the highlight would be hearing a voice that sounded even slightly similar to his. They got slightly better, of course, a year had passed, you could function, yet it hadn’t scarred yet – it wasn’t even close. The wound was open and bleeding and hideous and his presence, his voice, his smell, his request, it all just made the blood spill harder.

“Really?” “Hmhm,” a nod. A cough from behind you, making you turn around. His face was stern, serious. Charles was considering if coming was a good idea, what even drove him to do it in the first place. There were so many bookshops, so many other gifts he could give, yet he felt like showing up, like seeing you, at least once. Now he was there and he felt peculiar. Something close to guilt crawled on his chest, but he wasn’t sure what he was feeling guilty of, which in turn intensified his guilt.

You reached for a third book, and as you did so, the ones you were holding fell once again on the old wooden floorboards. “Shit” you muttered, crouching to grab them as Charles did the same, you two being so familiarly close, the irony of the cliché overwhelming the both of you. Getting up, Charles felt the need to offer his hand for you to hold, a support you refused to take and acknowledge, pretending you didn’t see it when it reality it seemed to be screaming at you loudly and intensely.

“So here are my recommendations, I guess” you sighed, letting him assume it was due to tiredness, knowing that he wouldn’t. Placing the 3 books on the nearest table, they faced the both of you as you stood next to each other, his arm brushing against yours, eyebrows furrowed as he examined their covers and details carefully.

Mrs. Dalloway, Age of Innocence, and One Hundred Years of Solitude sat perfectly, yet stared at the both of you defiantly, knowing their words could cut through both of your souls if they pleased.

“Don’t let yourself die without knowing the wonder of fucking with love” Charles read aloud, laying in your bed next to you, your head resting gently on his chest as you felt him laugh softly, lying naked in . “You’re right, I think I like this author.”

You laughed alongside him, both unaware of the fact that you were laughing for different reasons.

Charles’ eyes glanced quickly towards you, the same memory haunting your minds as if you were locked in a cinema of nostalgia. Shyly, his hand reached towards the hardback edition of Age of Innocence, its soft colors drawing him attention when the other options were either too painful to grab or not as tempting for his eyes.

You leaned against the polished table, looking at the way he touched the pages tenderly, fingers brushing them with a softness that reminded you of times that had gone by yet seemed to close and so recent.

His features seemed so focused, eyes moving slowly across each sentence, eyelashes prettily adorning them, his throat bobbing up and down as he swallowed dryly. He almost seemed unreal, a mirage of a stranger who was once so familiar to you, breaking the spell when he chuckled softly. “What?” you asked, whispering, too afraid that a sudden movement might make him disappear entirely. The normalcy of the moment was as terrifying as it was comforting, a moment in which it seemed like you two were the same again. “Nothing it’s just, one of the sentences I stumbled upon…”

“Which one?” you rested your chin in your hand while looking up at him, forgetting the previous moments, the previous year, every previous instance in its entirety as he looked back down at you and bit his lip nervously.

“I want somehow to get away with you into a world where words like that -categories like that- won't exist. Where we shall be simply two human beings who love each other, who are the whole of life to each other; and nothing else on earth will matter.” the room went cold and silent as the night.

“I can’t give you a relationship” he stood in his own kitchen like a foreigner, a man you almost did not recognize. “Why not?” “Because I don’t do relationships and I don’t like labels and I don’t want to hurt you by convincing you that I can.”

Your ears rung as you fought back tears. You wouldn’t cry. You were too proud for that, to show him this mattered way more to you than to him. “If you don’t want to hurt me then try, Charles.”

He shrugged, arms opened in defeat and eyes looking at the window, the snow falling down outside, locking you both in this confrontation. “I can’t.” Frustration invaded your bones and skin as you asked why once again, though your voice was tired and broken.

“It’s not because of you, I just- Can’t I just love you?” “That’s what I’m asking you to do by staying,” you reply cut like ice, and as he moved closer to you and held your face in his hands, you knew you had lost. “I can’t. Because I can’t do relationships.”

“But you will” you pushed him away as you left, knowing you were leaving your toothbrush, spare underwear, and heart there.

He interrupted the stillness before you did, clearing his throat and his mind, failing to relieve you of the pain of the past. “I’ll take this one” he said, now too polite, too frigid to go back.

You held the book and moved towards the counter, aware of his footsteps behind you, following you. You knew he was doing it because he had to pay, because he was a customer, because that’s what you’re supposed to do – yet part of you wanted it to be for a different reason, wanted his hand to suddenly reach for your wrist and tell you it was all a lie, a big prank, he was sorry and he took it all back.

You wanted him to say something daring enough for you to explode at him, to scream everything you’ve been holding inside for a year, to go back to that kitchen and its dimmed lights. To dare yourself to ask how dare he come into your workplace and throw everything at you, all politeness and fragrance and small talk, like it was nothing when you felt everything.

Instead, you wrapped the present nicely, placing a bright ribbon at the top while he fidgeted with his wallet from the other side of the counter. It was almost done, this exchange, and you didn’t know how to feel anymore. You were tired. So tired.

“Why did you come here?” you asked, facing him fully, staring at his green eyes that tried their best to hold your gaze. “Seriously, Charles, why did you come here?”

At first, he stayed silent. You refused to break the silence this time, even if he left without an answer you knew you had asked it, you did not save it for late nights lying awake. “I know you think I didn’t love you, but I do” he said.

It didn’t seem like a reply to your question, it seemed like a statement he was waiting to get out since the moment he walked in, the phrasing odd with its verbs being intentionally used in different tenses that didn’t seem to matter, at least not anymore. All you could do was laugh in disbelief, anger, or hurt, or a mix of both spreading throughout your body.

“You were- are- very important to me. You helped me realize a lot of things and if I could, I would go back in time in a heartbeat. But I can’t” he grabbed the present, hinting at the fact that he was going to leave, yet it didn’t seem fair to you. This wasn’t an apology, and was nowhere close to it, your hands trembling were a proof of such.

“You never can” you raised your chin, pride fighting against hurt as tears threatened to roll down your cheeks, jaw tense and firm, “not when it comes to me.” And there it was. What you both knew was true, said aloud like a forbidden fruit that was now bit into.

“It’s more complicated than that. And it’s alright for you to hate me, but I genuinely do love you. I care about you and think about you more than I should-“

“Do you love her?” it was a stupid question, and you knew that. You knew whatever answer he gave you would be a slap in the face, unsatisfying and painful either way. You hated yourself for the slight jealousy you felt towards a woman you barely knew, who wasn’t at fault at all, whose only problem was being too lovable.

“I do. I wouldn’t have known that if it wasn’t for you” “Oh wow. Thanks for that one” you crossed your arms across your chest, making yourself smaller, trying to hide while looking at the clock – 15 minutes left until the shop closes. 15 minutes left of the last time you’ll ever see him.

“Why wasn’t it enough? Why wasn’t I enough?” he wanted to reach for you and hold you, a moment of involuntary movement almost drove him to do something he couldn’t possibly do, not anymore, at least. You looked at his sudden jerk of movement, how he stopped as if his muscles burned and prevented him from acting upon his instincts. It was the best answer he could’ve given you.

“I’m selfish. I want to look at a bookshelf and know a piece of you is there. I know I’ll never fucking see you again, and I’ll leave you alone, but God I need something to remind myself that you’re real” he said, eyes closing in shame or frustration, you couldn’t say.

“You took a part of me with you that night. And I’ll never get it back. And you walked in today and took a bit more. More than that book. And every time I think of you, you take another piece. So when you look at that book, think of your girlfriend. I am real. But what we had wasn’t. Not anymore.”

You started closing the register, ignoring his presence, hoping he’d go away. The only reason you noticed him leaving was the small bell that rang as he opened and closed the door, and you finally succumbed and let the tears run free.

AHHHHHHH I JUST WOKE UP AND I NEED THIS SOOOO BAD

Could you do a Lestappen one where they act as her voice after reader is advised not to speak due to a sore throat that has left her hoarse

Your phone lights up with an incoming facetime call from your mother, Charles is grabbing it before you can even reach for it.

“Charles?” Your mother’s voice cuts through the air. “Hello, darling. Where’s my daughter? What did the doctor say?”

“He advised her not to speak or it may get worse. He also prescribed her some medicine.” That’s when Max enters the living room, a glass of water and your pills on his palm. You see him waving at your mother before joining you on the couch.

“Take this, baby. It will make you feel better.” You kiss Max’s cheek before accepting the pills and water. “Good girl.” He says, making you blush. You mouth to him to stop, pouting to your phone. You’re definitely never going to be facing your mother again if she heard him. But she doesn’t say anything, so you relax.

Charles chats animatedly with your mother for a few minutes while you cuddle next to Max and look for something to watch on the TV.

“How is work going, darling?” Your mother asks. You’re going to open your mouth to answer her, but Max beats you to it.

“Everything’s good. Next week she’s going to Paris for a meeting,” Max explains, hand on your knee. “something about making some changes to one of the last projects.” He shrugs and you feel your heart hammering in your chest.

It’s unbelievable how much they care about you. Ever since you’ve been like this they have not leave your side. And it is not like they don’t do that every day but now it’s just extra special. And kinda funny because you can talk, the doctor said you can’t raise your voice and need to drink lots of water, but can communicate verbally. It’s them that won’t let you.

The call ends with your mother telling you to take care and thanking your boyfriends for being so attentive with you.

“How are you feeling?” Charles asks and, knowing they will scold you if you talk, you give him a thumbs up. Your throat doesn’t hurt that much anymore.

The bell rings and Max is up in no time, when he comes back there’s a smiling Lando by his side.

He waves at you and Charles before handing you a bag. “I got you this. They bullied me into buying it because it is my fault you can’t talk now.” Lando looks down when he meets Max intense gaze, he looks like a scolded child.

When you open the bag you find a whiteboard and a pen. It makes you laugh and decide to use it. They wait patiently as you take your time to write, making them believe you’re actually writing something important. Once you finished you turn it around to reveal a ‘you’re all idiots’.

You know you will be using the whiteboard a lot around them because it’s impossible to get them to understand that you are fine. It may be a little annoying but you wouldn’t trade them for anything.

AH STOP I LOVE THIS SOO MUCH

+ lando get in line, she's mine

𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐀𝐍-𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃

· . ୨୧⭒๋࣭ ⭑ ` ` balkans do it better!! ` ` ⊹ ‧₊˚

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ୨୧ dna results say oscar is part ex-yugoslavian! and what better way to reconnect with your culture than with your balkan gf?

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ୨୧ oscar piastri x (fem) yugo-balkan!reader

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 ୨୧ none!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ୨୧ reader is targeted for a specific group of people, however, all people are able to read and enjoy the story!

𝐀/𝐍 ୨୧ oscar having yugoslav ancestry is so loehfkw;ejh;liuehvei 😮‍💨😵‍💫 takes place after belgian gp. also idk if it’s obvi but i’ve been obsessed with the chicken date video and lando w/ amelia and their social media comments.

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y/n_l/n81 ✔︎

y/n_l/n81 moja australijanac ♡ I know the season isn't over yet but I'm so proud of you and everything you accomplished. from meeting each other due to our bad directions, to coming to your first ever f1 races and losing my voice from screaming at how scared i was for you on the track. loving you from now to forever! 🧡

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oscarpiastri ✔︎ those are definitely some photos of me..

→ y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ they show how much of a cutie you are :)) → oscarpiastri ✔︎ …ok whatever you say → landonorris ✔︎ you don’t see it but he’s blushing and kicking his feet 🤭 🤭 → y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ is he really?? 🤭 → oscarpiastri ✔︎ no comment

username1 everyday i strive to have a relationship like y/n and oscar.

username2 they are so cute together 🥹

username3 when is it my time 😔

username4 does oscar fall asleep anywhere at any given time he can? 💀

→ y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ trust me, his snoozing used to be worse before f1. → oscarpiastri ✔︎ no need to expose me like that 😐 → y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ oh ljubavi, you’ve been exposed for a while…

username5 i’m still new to the drivers and their gf’s… how did these two meet??? I never knew oscar had a gf.

→ username6 basically, oscar and y/n met when he was in school in england while she was on a trip in england with her friends as a graduation celebration! y/n’s friends decided to go watch a F3 race but she got lost in the paddock when trying to find the bathroom and met oscar trying to help her but then they both got lost because it was his first time there too😭

y/n_l/n81 posted a story 12 minutes ago!

oscarpiastri replied to your story!

oscarpiastri luckily? what does that mean

y/n_l/n81 :))

oscarpiastri oh no.

y/n_l/n81 oh yes.

oscarpiastri ✔︎

oscarpiastri it’s been fun in belgium but time for some rest and relaxation 👍 (karlo joins the journey as well)

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landonorris ✔︎ oscar blink twice if you need help

→ oscarpiastri ✔︎ i’ve BEEN blinking. → y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ don’t listen to him lando! he’s cranky without his nap → oscarpiastri ✔︎ no i’m not → y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ sure…

username7 the y/n crumbbbsss 🤌 🤌 🤌

pierregasly ✔︎ what is with girls and packing so much 😅

fransiscac.gomes ✔︎ to have outfits for every occasion obviously 🙄 → y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ men just don’t get it → oscarpiastri ✔︎ ??? → y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ don’t question me oscar. you know i know how long you've been wearing the same shorts for.

danielricciardo ✔︎ bare shoulder??? naughty boy oscar

→ oscarpiastri ✔︎ please don’t say that ever again. → y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ can a girl not sleep in a top for once?? 😞😞 → username8 LMAO

username9 KARLO MAKES A COMEBACK!!

*liked by y/n_l/n81!*

→ username10 who is karlo?? → username11 karlo is the stuffed koala y/n has! oscar got it for her on their first date when y/n came to Australia! and since she brought him to every race she went to. → username12 stop it that is so cute. 😭

username13 where you travelling to??

→ y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ you’ll see 🤫 → username12 based on her insta story, she unintentionally spoiled where they were going 😭 → y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ SHHHHH

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landonorris anytime 🙃 landonorris but for the love of god stop being so lovey dovey it makes me wanna puke

y/n_l/n81 you’re just jealous because you’re single

y/n_l/n81 jealous jealous boy

landonorris oh please i’m not single

y/n_l/n81 🤨🤨 really?

landonorris ofc i have amelia obvi 🙄 🙄

y/n_l/n81 …sure!

oscarpiastri ✔︎

oscarpiastri on the move. cya belgium 👋 ✈️

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username14 anyone know where they are going???

→ mclaren ✔︎ getting us a WDC 🏆 → maxverstappen1 ✔︎ not on my watch → mclaren ✔︎ :(

username15 wearing sweatpants is so real

username16 airplanes are so uncomfy for what

username17 based on y/n stories and her being yugo-balkan… i think we know where they are going.

markwebber ✔︎ stay safe kids 😊

→ oscarpiastri ✔︎ will do 🫡 → y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ yes “dad” 🙃 → username18 *daddy → y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ 🤨 📸

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📍 Slovenia

y/n_l/n81 sunny slovenia 🇸🇮 ☀️

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fransiscac.gomes ✔︎ you have to send cafè recs 🫣

→ y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ ofccc anything for my gf 🫶 → pierregasly ✔︎ excuse me? → y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ you’re excused.

username19 HELLO THE FOUNTAIN PHOTO???

→ username20 literally sobbing → username21 why can’t this be me. → username22 going to sleep in the middle of the highway! → username23 throwing myself off the san francisco bridge! → landonorris ✔︎ @ ameliadimz could be us fr??? → ameliadimz ✔︎ whatever you say pooks 😍😍

username24 where is the location? it’s so pretty!

→ y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ ljubljana! it’s such a beautiful city 🫶

username25 the scenery is actually stunning.

oscarpiastri ✔︎

📍 Croatia

oscarpiastri captivating croatia 🇭🇷 🫧

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y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ who is that pretty lady?? 🥴

→ oscarpiastri ✔︎ my gf, you might know her 😉 → landonorris ✔︎ awwwhhh 😊 (puking rn) → username26 HELP LANDO → username27 this man isn’t real 😭😭 → y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ i think you mean CHILD

username28 the water is actually not real cause it’s so pretty what

username29 okay oscar we see you with the shirtless pic

→ username30 HE’S TURNING INTO GEORGE 😭 → username31 STOP IT RN.

username32 little oscar is growing up 😢

georgerussell63 ✔︎ there can only be one good at shirtless photos.

→ username33 HELLO??

y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ @ oscarpiastri thoughts on fritule?

→ oscarpiastri ✔︎ delicious. tell baba to make more when we come over next time → y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ 🥹🥹

y/n_l/n81 ✔︎

📍 Serbia

y/n_l/n81 stunning serbia 🇷🇸 ✨

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username34 these couple photos are so 🫠 🫠

→ landonorris ✔︎ annoying? → charles_leclerc ✔︎ cheesy? → danielricciardo ✔︎ disgustingly cute? → y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ i’m → oscarpiastri ✔︎ 🫤

username35 HELLO THE CHURCH PHOTO??

→ username36 it’s literally so stunning → username37 the architecture??? the art??? out of this world. → username38 orthodox churches >>>> → username39 churches with good designs in general >>>

username40 y/n and oscar came back to insta, served cunt, then left.

→ username41 i aspire to be them.

y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ @ oscarpiastri thoughts on ćevapi?

→ oscarpiastri 10/10 would eat again. but please don’t shove them down my throat this time 🫤 → danielricciardo kinky 😏

oscarpiastri ✔︎

📍 Bosnia and Herzegovina

oscarpiastri beautiful bosnia and hearty herzegovina 🇧🇦 🌿 (in the region of @ lailahsanovic *not denmark this time)

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lailahsanovic ✔︎ my sunning girl ❤️

→ y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ mwah mwah → oscarpiastri ✔︎ thirsting over my gf in my own comments? → lailahsanovic ✔︎ get used to it 😊

username42 anyone noticed that y/n and oscar have matching captions for the countries they’ve been to??

→ y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ finally! someone caught on 🥹

landonorris ✔︎ idk about you oscar but i feel like pushin y/n off the bridge

→ y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ HELLO??? → oscarpiastri ✔︎ idk how to feel about you plotting to kill my gf 😬 → y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ you’re supposed to make sure i stay safe??? → landonorris ✔︎ trying to finish off where oscar pistorius left off 🤷‍♂️

username43 bro the greenery with the bridge??

username44 anyone know what bridge they are at?

→ y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ it’s the Stari Most/Mostar bridge!

y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ this ice cream remains superior 🥴🥴

y/n_l/n81 ✔︎

📍 Montenegro

y/n_l/n81 marvelous montenegro 🇲🇪 ⛰️

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username45 HELP THE OSCAR PHOTO

username46 never beating the polite cat allegations

y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ @ oscarpiastri my handsome boy ❤️ all the mountains in the country but your still my best view :)

→ oscarpiastri ✔︎ love you ❤️ → username47 you don’t see it but there are tears streaming down my face rn. → username48 WHY CAN’T I FIND LOVE LIKE THIS → username49 oscar is def giggling and kicking his feet rn → oscarpiastri ✔︎ i love my gf but i’m not sure if it’s that much 😅

username50 the mountains, the water, the oscar pic, y/n crumbs, everything is so 🤌🤌

oscarpiastri ✔︎

📍 North Macedonia

oscarpiastri miraculous macedonia 🇲🇰 ⛪️

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username51 THE Y/N PHOTO???

→ username52 OCAR ATE WITH THAT PHOT OF HER

y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ best bf of the year award for this photo 🤭🤭

→ oscarpiastri ✔︎ only for you 🙃

alexandrasaintmleux i can never get tired of these posts 😊

maxverstappen1 ✔︎ definitely getting ideas for vacation

→ kellypiquet ✔︎ 🫣 🫣

username53 i never know that macedonia had large bodies of water??

→ y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ it’s the Ohrid lake! → username54 it doesn’t even look like a lake 😭 i thought it was the ocean

oscarpiastri and y/n_l/n81 ✔︎

oscarpiastri ✔︎ this has by far been the best exploration of countries i’ve been in. Taking a DNA to find out that I had the same ethnicity as my girlfriend is something I’ll be grateful for. I want to thank Y/N for taking (forcing) me to do this trip and take a dive on a side of a culture i never thought I’d get to know. From learning how to kolo (very badly 😅), to making palačinka, and eating some of the best sweets ever. So thank you, ljubavi moja ❤️

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y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ OSCCARRRR 🥹🥹 MWAH MWAH MWAH

y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ MOJA LJUBAVI

y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ ZLATO

y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ DRAGI

y/n_l/n81 ✔︎ i’m so happy you loved it ❤️

→ oscarpiastri ✔︎ i will always enjoy anything you do

username55 the y/n spam 😭😭

username56 balkans do it better 🤷

Translations ;

moja australijanac ; my australian

moja ljubavi ; my love

zlato ; gold

dragi ; darling

it's finally out!!!!!!

𝐋𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐒

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ୨୧ being a father of a baby has it’s ups and downs, but stress gets to the best of us.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ୨୧ max, charles, lando, x fem!reader (separate)

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ୨୧ besides kids and pregnancy… jos verstappen (ALL MY HOMIES HATE JOS!!), a very very very small jules reference, google translated languages

𝐀/𝐍 ୨୧ heyyy… hey.. how ya’ll doing? 🫣🫣 FINALLY DONE! Sorry to be out for so long! not very happy with my lando piece though. I had a idea but I think i failed to execute it well :(. also, this this a very different format then what i’m used to doing now, so I hope you guys enjoy it 🩷

𝐌𝐀𝐗 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍

BEING a father was never a idea that made its way into Max’s mind, in fact, it’s something he’s scared of. From the get go, all he thought about and dedicated his time to was racing, from the break of dawn to the dead of night. If anything, if present day Max met himself in his teenage years, teenage Max would scoff in his face probably. With Jos, Max was on constant eggshells, were pleasing his father was forever his goal. But things change. Things changed since he started Formula One finally gaining some independence, and a noticeable change once he met you.

With you, Max felt loved. He never had to please you as long as he was being himself. He didn’t have to get first. He didn’t have to work his ass off everyday to impress his father. He got to show off his personality and didn’t have to suppress his stubbornness, or his humor. And he loved you for that.

Formula One will always be a priority, but Max’s tiers of importance changed 6 months ago, those 6 months ago where a new member of the Verstappen family entered the world. A little girl to be exact. Max never imagined himself as a father to a little girl, but after seeing her once she was born and getting to hold her, he wouldn’t change it for the world.

It was quiet. Perfectly quiet. The Monaco sun pushing its way through the blinds of the nursery as Max rocked back and forth in the chair, little girl in his arms, the sound of the waves hitting the rocks down at the shore being faintly heard from your guys’ apartment. It was early in the morning, 7 AM to be exact and as you rested up in bed, Max decided this will be his opportunity to spend some missed time with his little girl.

Looking down at her round face, he examined her features. The curve of her lips, the shape of her eyes, the silhouette of her nose. All of her features were yours besides her nose, inheriting Max’s profile. Everything was perfect to him. Too perfect.

The more Max looked at her stroking her cheek, the more he wondered if he was up for this.

He had no healthy representation of a father figure.

What if he lashed out at her like Jos did?

What if he can’t be the father she deserves?

What if-

“I know that look.” Your voice breaks him out of his trance. Max looked up from where he was sitting, seeing you stand in the doorway. “Care to share, Mr. Champion?” You asked, offering a smile, walking over to him.

“You’re supposed to be resting, Schatje.” He whispers out, getting up before placing the little on in the crib.

“Mom’s don’t get a chance to rest.” You say with a slight laugh before curving your lips into a frown. “What’s wrong Max?” You ask, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“It’s just-Godverdomme…” He starts, before turning to you. “Am I a good dad?”.

“Max… you are a amazing dad. I promise you. She loves you so much, you have no idea how much.” You reassure him.

“…I’m scared. I don’t want to turn into my dad.” He whispers out, moving his gaze to the little girl in the crib. “What if I turn into my dad?”

“Max, look at me. Will you?” You say putting a hand on his cheek, making his eyes meet yours. “You aren’t him and you never will be. Knowing that what your father did is the first step in the right direction. She loves you. Everytime she sees you on TV, she lights up like the sun. If you weren’t a good father, she wouldn’t have been so calm in your arms. You aren’t Jos, Max. You are you and I love you. I wouldn’t have married you if I knew otherwise.” You explain, giving him a soft smile as he looks back at you.

Max gives a tight lipped response, glancing back at his daughter, using his hand to smoothen her baby hairs and cracking a smile.

Maybe he is more prepared for his little girl than he thought…even the princess tea parties in the future. And he can’t wait.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐂

CHARLES would give up the world if it meant being a father. Growing up with three brothers, it was only natural of him to want kids of his own.

When you showed him the pregnancy test at Austrian GP, and uttered the words of a “I’m pregnant” while in the garage, he officially marked it as the best day of his life, second to marriage of course. His eyes going comically wide before immediately lifting you up, spinning you around as the crowd cheered and the Ferrari staff members offering their congratulations.

As the months passed along with the trimesters, Charles treated you like a piece of fine china. You weren’t even allowed to stand after 2 minutes without Charles fussing like a mother hen.

“Y/N, chérie, please sit down!” Is most likely the most common sentence he’s said in his life for 9 months.

Since the delivery of your son, Charles has been supporting you nonstop, if anything, even more than during the pregnancy. The second Charles saw him, tears gathered in his eyes, and in those dark blue eyes, boy was the light of his life. A new beginning. A new motivation. A motivation to push himself even harder. A motivation to try his best in every grand prix, but most of all, a motivation to love you and your son till his last breath.

It was the dead of night, calm and tranquil before cries disrupt the silence of the night. Rubbing your eyes, and checking the clock to read 2:34 AM, letting out a sigh, you lift the sheets off the bed before a hand on your shoulder stops you.

“Go back to sleep amour, I’ll get him. You rest up, okay?” Charles says in a hushed tone, his voice still laced with sleep and his dark brown waves in a tangled mess from the pillow.

"But Charles, the season just finished... if anything you should-" You started before he placed a finger on your lips lightly.

"Sleep. Please. You've done more than enough when I was not here.." He pleaded.

Giving a nod, you slowly make your way back to bed, still awake though.

He cracks open the nursery room, lifting the little boy into his arms.

"Oh mon loulou, qu'est-ce que c'est ? Maman gave you food.. your diaper is changed..." Charles murmurs into to himself bouncing the little one up and down. The Ferrari driver was at a loss, nothing seemed to be wrong, but there was and he didn't know what to do as the crying simply continued.

"How about we take a walk?" Charles talked as if the little one can respond. The Monégasque steadily left the room, holding your son close before stopping in front of a photo taken of you and Charles on your first date. The photo shows you, smilingly a bit awkwardly at the camera, but charming nonetheless, with Charles next to you with a closed lip smile.

"There's maman at our first date. Doesn't she look pretty? Actually.. she is still the most beautiful woman in the world. She was very shy the entire time… “ Charles commented pointing at the photo, a smile gracing his lips. The little boys cries soon turn into whimpers, his little head turned to the image his parents.

“Oh, and here is of me and Maman at our wedding.” The driver commented, thinking fondly as he pointed to the photo next to it the previous. This time, it was of you both kissing underneath the arch of greenery and flowers. “This was before you were born…ou conçu” He muttered the last part..

You smiled at the not so subtle whispers of Charles as he recollects his memories from the past as the baby in his arms finally quiets down, Charles smoothening his tufts of dark hair that have become more apparent as time passed.

“And this… is when you were born…” Charles says with a smile before noticing that the baby fell asleep.

"You’re not exactly quiet y’know…” You say with a teasing tone.

“Y/N, what are you doing up still?” Charles questioned, adjusting the baby in his arms, slightly taken aback by your sudden presence. “…did you… hear everything?” He continued, a rosy tint lightly coating his cheeks in the dim light, as if a little kid caught red-handed.

“Well… the conversion was hard not to listen to.” You say, giving a tired smile. “He looks just like you, y’know that? From the lips, to the shape of his eyes… the curve of his nose…” You continue, taking the little one from his arms, giving a kiss to both him and Charles.

"Does he really?” Charles asked, turning to you with his bright, signature lopsided smile, his dimples showing before looking down at your son, his smirk slowly disappearing.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours? You seem worried…” You question, raising a brow with a concerned tone.

"Be honest with me…please?” He pleaded, seemingly embarrassed by the question he’s going to ask. You give a nod, signaling him to continue.

“Do you think he will hate me?” Charles blurted out. “I mean, I rarely spend time at home, leaving you to do all work in the apartment for more than half of the year and with the baby and your work- I just… I don’t want him to think that his father hates him for always travelling.“ You blink before sighing, placing your palm onto his cheek as you hold your son in one arm.

“Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc. Our little boy will never hate you or anything of the such. You are the sweetest, and most loving father any child can ask for. I trust you and I love you.” You comfort him, stroking his stubbly cheek, making his charming grin return.

“…Thank you.”

“There’s that smile I love. Now come on… not only does our little Jules need his sleep, we do too.”

𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒

LANDO didn’t think he’d be a father so young. If anything, Lando planned his future superbly. Complete Formula One with at least a world championship underneath his belt, get married, move back to England to be close to family, and eventually start his own family. But sometimes you have to live in the present instead of the future.

Needless to say, your pregnancy was unplanned. With a celebration of a podium win, alcoholic drinks, and the lights of the club, one thing led to another. Telling him was the stressful part but everything turned out better than believed.

The second you told him, his eyes widened before asking a “..Are you serious?”. As soon as you confirmed a bright, boyish smile overtook him, wrapping you in a tight hug and placing kisses all over your face and eventually onto your lower abdomen. During your pregnancy, he wanted the world to know and proudly showed you off. That’s when you knew everything will be perfectly fine with you, him and your new addition to the family.

It would be lying to say that the performance of McLaren during the Japanese GP was great. The strategy was below average, the cars were not at their best performance, but most of all, no podium for Lando or Oscar. Lando was frustrated. Even though it’s so early in his career, Lando feels as if he’s falling behind. And having no wins is rubbing salt in the wound. Having to be known as the racer with such a noticable and bold personality, he wants to prove himself to not only the fans, but journalists that he capable of being a world champion in given time.

“Fuckin’ hell..” Lando muttered, running a hand through his curly hair as he sat down on his driver's room couch. P5. If anything, most drivers will dream of a P5, but Lando wanted more. What could he have done differently?

What if he reacted faster to the lights out?

What if he made that turn quicker?

What if he listened to his impulses?

Will he ever win a race in his life?

Will he always be a disappointment to his girlfriend and daughter?

“I can hear what you’re thinking from a mile away Lando.” You snap him out of his thoughts, turning his head to face you as you hold your daughter. “I came to check on you. You left right after the interviews and we couldn’t find you. This little lady started to get fussy without you.”

“Did she now?” He asked, giving a smile to overshadow his frowning from earlier. trying to steer the topic away from the attention on him.

“Lando, I’m worried about you. You’ve been so… distant lately. Tell me what’s wrong.” You try to persuade him, taking a seat onto the driver’s room coach next to him.

“You don’t need to worry, it’s nothing major. Just-“

“Just you being self-critical and thinking about what you can do different during the race even though you tried your best and have done everything you can given the car that you have?” You say, catching him off guard by how spot on you were.

“…well… that was spot on.” He comments jokingly, giving a rather melancholic look. “How did you know?”

“Lando, I’ve known you since we were 16 and started dating since we were 19. We are now 24 and have a kid together. I sure hope I get this stuff right.” You explained in a teasing tone, but a tender expression begins gracing your face. “Do you want to talk about it?” You question, placing a free hand noto his cheek in a comforting manner.

He gently moves your hand from his cheek, holding onto it instead. “I guess I just want to prove myself and not disappoint you, our little girl, and the team.”

“Lando, we are more than proud of you. Hell, we are above and beyond elevated with how you’ve been doing since you joined F1.” You comfort, adjusting the little one in your arms as she tried to grab your hair.

“…Even with no career wins..?” Lando asks, his gaze meeting yours.

“Look at me Lando. Having no wins is perfectly fine. The fact you even made it this far into your career is amazing in itself. You need to stop doubting yourself and taking away the credit you deserve.” You continue, giving a soft look.

“I don’t want to disappoint her when she gets older.” Lando explained, “Her father in Formula 1, driving for McLaren with no wins for 6 seasons so far. I don’t want her to be embarrassed by her classmates when she gets older because of me-” He sighed before a small hand patted his face harshly.

"BAH!” The little girl squealed, her hand still resting against Lando’s cheek.

Lando groaned, still a bit surprised by the sudden attack. “What is it silly girl? Are you not happy daddy is talking down on himself?” Lando asked, a genuine smile appearing on his face, taking her from your arms and placing her in his lap for her to stand on. She placed her hands on both of his cheeks now, as Lando stroked her curly hair back from her face.

“She’s just saying what we are thinking.” You laugh, resting your head on Lando’s shoulder.

“Saying? I’m not sure much saying is going on.” He replies with a raised brow.

“…You get what I mean.” You roll your eyes and get up from the couch.

“I do.” He answers with a smirk., also getting up while holding his daughter close to him.

“Come on now. Let’s get out of here and celebrate how far you’ve gotten.” You say giving Lando a kiss on the lips and a kiss to the little one’s forehead.

Yeah. Lando wouldn’t change this one bit.

the way lina is the only reason I didn't give up after writing the very first post I posted 😫 thanks for having right opinions on everything, idk what I would do if you were to block me for spamming race updates + ovulation reels😭😫

thanks for working on this bb, and happpyyyyyy 1k. you deserve so much more and I can't wait to request something for your 10k event soon.

okay but baby. the smartest most amazing writer brain to ever exist why'd your hurt me like that😭

I'm actually going through it right now oh my god. I am never gonna recover from this and the rejection? blaming this on george, he jinxed it.😔😓

(I love you for posting angst for me, it truly made my day🫶)

there's really only one thing left to do

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍’ 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃

· . ୨୧⭒๋࣭ ⭑ ` ` And then I go and spoil it all, By saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you" ` ` ⊹ ‧₊˚

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃?: Yes! (Part of 1K Event!)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ୨୧ Being Max’s strategist is a experience you’d cherish forever. The constant laughter, friendly teasing, shared smiles after wins, is also something Max would never change. But in Max's case, he see’s nothing of this as simply friendly. But sometimes, words are best kept to oneself.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ୨୧ Max Verstappen x Strategist!Fem!Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ୨୧ some photos of kelly get used but i blur out her face, rejection, ANGSTY 🥴🥴, a very slight song fic? (they are listening to it so not really a song fic)

𝐀/𝐍 ୨୧ So so sorry this took longer than expected! My schedule was not my bestie last week 😞 but i have a very special note for my pookie bear ash at the bottom 🫶🫶 (FOLLOW HER ON @maxtermind !! SHE HAS AMAZING WORKS)

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2021

y/n_rbstrat ✔︎

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y/n_rbstrat Max. Maxie. Max Emilian Verstappen ladies and gentlemen, your 2021 World Champion. I’m so lucky and proud to have been your strategist and I pray it’s this way for years to come. Seeing you grow along with me is something I’m forever grateful for. I love you so much, my best friend 🩷

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username1 STOP THE MAX CELEBRATION POST :(

username2 what if i started crying rn

username3 “I love you so much, my best friend” hurt.

→ username4 NO BC WTF DO YOU MEAN FRIENDS??? Y/N HAVE YOU SEEN HOW HE LOOKS AT YOU?? → username5 max is punching air.

maxverstappen1 ✔︎ couldn’t have done it without the best strategist ever ❤️

→ y/n_rbstrat ✔︎ and i couldn’t have done it with the best driver ever 😊 ❤️ → landonorris ✔︎ fucking hell just kiss already → username6 HELP LANDO → username7 bro had enough → landonorris ✔︎ trust me if you see these two all the time in person and refuse to acknowledge their feelings, you want it to be done with. → maxverstappen1 ✔︎ what are you talking about?? → landonorris ✔︎ you know. → username8 if they don’t get together i think i might throw myself off the highway → charles_lelerc ✔︎ “best strategist” huh?

username9 max and y/n hugging is my roman empire.

username10 we are all delusional for y/nstappen.

maxverstappen1 ✔︎

liked by y/n_rbstrat, redbullracing, charles_leclerc, and others

maxverstappen1 truly unbelievable. i want to thank red bull, my family, friends, y/n, and everyone else for their support. 2021 World Champion 🏆 🎉

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username11 Y/N GETTING HER OWN MENTION HAS MY HEART 😭

username12 if they don’t date i might cry

username13 the hug 😭 ❤️

username14 i feel so single rn

charles_leclerc ✔︎ congratulations! i hope you remember our deal 😉

→ landonorris ✔︎ why wasn’t I informed about this deal??? → georgerussel63 ✔︎ we all know you can’t keep a secret lando → alexalbon ✔︎ says the one that follows gossip accounts and asks us if we know stuff in the gc. → georgerussel63 ✔︎ im not as bad as charles and pierre… those two do it in public WITHOUT SHAME 😒 → pierregasly ✔︎ DONT DRAG ME INTO THIS → username15 HELLO WHAT IS ALL OF THIS?? → username16 NO BECAUSE I NEED TO BE PART OF THIS F1 GROUP CHAT 😭

y/n_rbstrat ✔︎ stop it max i’m going to cry!! im so proud of you! i would never trade my favorite driver for anything in the world ❤️🥹

→ danielricciardo ✔︎ favorite driver??? what the hell am i?? 🙄 → maxverstappen1 ✔︎ the side piece now that you left → danielricciardo ✔︎ uncalled for. → y/n_rbstrat ✔︎ be nice boys pls :( → maxverstappen1 ✔︎ yes ma’am → danielricciardo ✔︎ simp → maxverstappen1 ✔︎ i didn’t know being nice was me being a simp → danielricciardo ✔︎ mate, i saw you literally carrying all her things into the paddock?? you never did that for me → maxverstappen1 ✔︎ last time i checked she’s MY ENGINEER → danielricciardo ✔︎ ugh whatever you say… → username17 guys idk about you but i think max only likes y/n → username18 the way he doe everything for her and she doesn’t see this as love 😭 → username19 i mean she did say in a interview she wasn’t looking for any relationships because of how good her career is doing → username20 idk about anyone else.. but I feel like the day max confesses is the day their relationship comes crashing down. → username21 DON’T START SAYING THIS BS NOW.

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The heavy, thumping bass reverberates through the walls as you stand in the corner of the club. The club was never your thing. The floors constantly holding spilled drinks and other concoctions, the smell of BO and alcohol overwhelming your senses, the crowded atmosphere filled with sweating people… safe to say if it weren’t for Max dragging you out to be with the team celebrating you would be wrapped in blankets watching some sort of trashy reality TV show.

Max finally made his way over to you, a wide grin plastered on his face, clearly in his element here. He took in the sight of you. Every curve of your body, yevery way your hair falls, the way your eyes twinkle slightly when you notice him, the look of your red lips. He can never get tired of it.

"Hey, glad you made it out," he shouted over the music, the classic rasp in his voice showing as he clapped you on the back trying to hope you haven’t noticed his staring.

You managed a weak smile, feeling out of place amidst the pulsating energy of the club. "Of course," you replied, slightly raising your voice to be heard, “ you think I’d miss celebrating your Championship win?”.

Max gave a smile, “Never. Besides, if you said no, I’d find someway to get you to come over here.”.

You raised a brow at his statement. “Really? How so?”

Max let out a hum as he sloshed his drink in his cup. “Hm… I’m not too sure. Not seeing the cats are a good place to start.”, a smirk tugged at his lips.

Your raised brow turned into a furrow in disbelief, “You wouldn’t dare… not Jimmy and Sassy… they love me!” You exclaimed while Max gave a laugh, running his hand through his blonde stands, well more of him doing a hair-tuck to his nonexistent length. The conversation soon comes to a halt, although the music is booming, it felt as if it is just you and him in the entire world at the moment. It was your own form of silence. A comfortable one.

"How about we get out of here.” He suggested, breaking the silence.

“Leave? Max, we just got here! You said-“

“I asked you to celebrate with me, I never said where. It’s my Championship win after all.” He smiled, his eyes wrinkling from his proposition. “We only met here because this is where the team would be. It’s not as if they would notice we’re gone anyways… they are too wasted to even think.”

You tried to hide your smile but failed as Max extended his hand pressing it against your back, his eyes shining with mischief.

"Come on, let's get out of here," he urged. And suddenly, the pulsating energy of the club faded into the background as if the world outside those doors was beckoning to you.

You both stepped out into the cool night air, and beyond the hustle and bustle of the city, there was a strange serenity. It was as if time slowed down, and you found myself feeling more alive than you had in a long while. Max’s hand felt warm… reassuring… friendly. A steady presence in the midst of the urban chaos.

Being a woman in the industry of Formula One caused many controversies, let alone being a engineer to one of the possible best upcoming drivers in the history of the sport. From the sexist comments from other Formula One fans, to even your own people, co-workers in the workplace. Their degrading looks given to you if you even tried to hold a conversation with them was enough to be said. It wasn’t until a response to a interview did others begin to take you seriously. One that Max himself gave.

"Max, how do you feel about having a new, female engineer like Y/N on your team, especially during such a critical incident like the one with Bottas in Hungary? Do you think her gender affected her performance under pressure and can contribute to this race in Belgium? I mean, women are known to crack more under pressure then men.“ The interviewer asked as the room went quiet, a singular cough reverberating in the room from the tension of the atmosphere becoming so thick you can cut it with a knife.

“Excuse me?” Max questioned, his voice holding a tone filled of disbelief and slight disgust.

“I said, Max, how do you feel about-“

“No, no, I understood what you said I’m not deaf.” Her cut the journalist off making the journalist pause his speech and hold his tongue. “Look, I couldn’t care less about her gender. What matters to me is if she can do the job, which she’s been doing remarkably well. And as for the incident with Bottas in Hungary, she handled the pressure just like any other competent engineer would. It wasn’t her fault. I’ll take the blame for it. Her gender has nothing to do with it. If anything, it adds a fresh perspective to our team, and that’s a good thing. Now if anyone has any other questions like this asshole over here, I would pick another question to do.”

No one dared to speak of you the way the interviewer did.

After the interview, you approached Max who happened to be watching over some data from the sim. Blue eyes focused with such intensity that he didn’t even notice you.

”Max, I wanted to thank you for standing up for me in there. It means a lot to have your support." You commented softly, not wanting to disrupt him due to Max being known for his rather… straightforward and blunt responses.

"No problem. We're a team, and a team supports each other. Your gender shouldn’t matter in the first place. It’s all about weather you can do your job and your doing just fine.” He said matter of fact.

You nodded, feeling a sense of camaraderie and mutual respect. You weren’t used to it one bit. But it felt amazing. As if you can actually walk somewhere and not be treated as if you were a piece of dirt.

”Thanks you... I'm glad to be part of this team, and I'll keep giving my best."

A tender look graced your face as you remember the memory, finally gaining a friend in the hell of a industry, but you wouldn’t change it in the world if it meant that you got to meet Max and work with him. While you both walked along the quiet streets, the sounds of the city and the soft glow of the street lights enveloping us in a kind of magical cocoon.

“So… where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” was his only response, making you roll your eyes.

You two continued walking until you reach a secluded area on the white, sandy beach of the UAE. You look up to the dark, noir sky. The sun was long gone and the only shine that hits your skin was the moonlight, complemented by the clusters of stars crafting their own soft glow. Max stared at you as if you were some sort of marble statue, hand crafted by the Greeks.

How can someone be so beautiful?

The humming song from a nearby restaurant or bar was the only sound heard. It was a gentle melody, one that fits the mood so far into the night.

"Care to dance?” Max finally asked, snapping you out of your trance.

“Dance? What are we? In our early 20’s?” You teased, eyes meeting his blue eyes that glisten like the moon’s reflection in the oceans waves.

"Age doesn't define how we have fun," he retorted. You couldn't help but snort a bit, feeling the lightheartedness of the moment.

"Alright, why not?" you agreed, letting him lead you to a spot under the faint light of a nearby lamppost. He placed his calloused hand onto the small of your back, close to your hip just as he did to lead you out of the club, then leading your hand to be placed onto his shoulder

As the music enveloped you, you swayed to the gentle rhythm, feeling the warmth of the sand under your feet and the cool breeze from the ocean as his eyes meet yours.

`` I practice every day, To find some clever lines to say, To make the meaning come true ``

“I’m proud of you you, y’know that?”

“You’ve told me once or twice.”

“It’s true though.” You reassure.

“It’s just as true as me saying how beautiful you are.”

`` But then I think I'll wait Until the evening gets late And I'm alone with you ``

You let out a chuckle. “Smooth Max Emilian Verstappen. Very smooth. Practicing for some girl that caught your eye or something?”

His eyes slightly widen before losing contact with yours, “Maybe I am…”, his cheeks being brushed with a slight red.

“Well she must be a lucky girl. Anyone would be lucky to have you.”

It goes faint.

`` The time is right, your perfume fills my head The stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue ``

“Can-…” Max starts glancing back at you before cutting himself off choking on his own words.

“What is it, Max?”

“Godverdomme… can I tell you something?”

“Anything. I’m you friend after all.”

Friend.

`` And then I go and spoil it all By saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you" ``

"I love you.”

“You… you what?”

Your movement stops.

“I love you Y/N. So much. Ever since you walked in the office I-“

“No… no no no… “

“…What?”

“Max… please tell me your messing with me…”

He is just your friend. But you’re his everything.

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𝐀/𝐍 ୨୧ Ash, my love, my pookie, the love of my life, you my love re the reason I’m here today. If it weren’t for you reaching out and becoming friends with me in March, I don’t know where I’d be right now. Whether it be reviewing our work together, watching GP’s together, sending THOSE edits to one another, and even just random rants and talks, I’m glad it was you who I was with when I started my writing journey and I wouldn’t change a thing. I really hope you like this fic, I def tried my best with it 🥹🫶 LOVE YOU LOTS LOVELY 🩷

quite suspicious | lewis hamilton

pairing: lewis hamilton x reader

summary; isn't it quite suspicious that the email sabotage news drops and suddenly lewis isn't struggling in qualifying anymore? lewis girlfriend sure thinks so.

notes: this is all for funzies, mercedes pls don't sue me 🥲 posting this again because i forgot to add tags the first time 😭

liked by yoursername, georgerussell63, maxverstappen1, and 1,002,847 others!

lewishamilton: Back on the podium 🍾!! So proud of the team today. Every week they deliver and this result is for them. We're moving in the right direction and we're doing so as a team. Onto the next~

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yourusername: PODIUM BABY!! HELLZ YEAH!!

lewishamilton: 🥰🥰

yoursername: THATS MYYYY WORLD CHAMPION

user1: no need to brag.

user2: she's dating lewis hamilton, shes earned the right to brag

user3: someone needs to keep sending those emails if it means lewis podium

*liked by yoursername*

user3: Y/N LIKED ????

user4: she knows what's needed

georgerussell63: Great podium mate👊

liked by maxverstappen, landonorris, lewishamilton, and 593,839 others!

yourusername: have i mentioned how much i love emails?

congratulations to max and lando 👊 and BIG CONGRATULATIONS to my world champion 🫶

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lewishamilton: Who is that gorgeous lady in the first photo?

yourusername: your biggest fan 🤩

lewishamilton: Let her know i'm her biggest fan too~

user5: con😭gra😭tula😭tions

user6: wait why do you love emails?

user6: OH WAIT

user6: OH I GOT IT

user6: omg that's so funny

user7: y/n, be honest, did you send that email?

yourusername: my lawyer advised me to stay quiet

mercedesamgf1: ?

lewishamilton: She's just joking. Right my love?

yourusername: well...

user8: I LOVE HER

user9: i personally love emails too...

user10: right..they're just so...useful

maxverstappen1: Yes y/n, you mentioned loving emails multiple times during the race.

yourusername: i just had to let everyone know!!!

user11: every time y/n calls lewis "her world champion" i die a little inside

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something short and sweet to get my creative juices going

thank you for reading!! <33