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Yandere! Yakuza x Reader

I've been plagued by this idea for a while, so let me know what you think! This is just the character introduction. Your new landlord is a Yakuza boss, and his scary looking underling has been tasked to deal with your tenant needs! Although he didn't expect you to be this cute. And you didn't expect him to be this unhinged.

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Content: Female reader, violence, mentions of stalking

This was the last straw.

You're angrily stuffing your suitcase with necessities before the moving company arrives. Each glimpse around the cramped apartment fills you with outrage, as you're still heavily shaken from the events of last night.

You first begun to suspect you might have a stalker when you found your outer lock with a fresh dent in it. You then picked a small scrap from the ground nearby and assumed it was leftover damage, but upon further inspection you discovered, disgusted, that it was part of your peephole. Someone must've fiddled with your door a fair amount. You tried to approach your immediate neighbors for help, but they either refused to answer your persistent knocks or downright scurried away when faced with your questions. They didn't want to deal with a foreigner.

You tried to put it behind you. The police advised you to be cautions, as there was nothing else they could do without concrete evidence. And thankfully, you had several peaceful weeks following the incident. Last night you were suddenly awakened by faint scratches coming from your balcony. You groggily got up and wondered if your recently added bird feeder was attracting nocturnal visitors. You got up without turning on the light, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious animal. As you pulled the drape, however, you were met with the large frame of a man plucking your laundry in a hurry.

A panicked scream erupted from the depths of your chest and you slapped the light switch, erratically searching for your phone. By the time you dialed emergency, the intruder had vanished. You were sobbing against the wall under the fake reassurances of the operator, eyeing the sliding door that had no lock. Had he wished, the masked man could've easily invited himself in. You were at the mercy of a lunatic and no one seemed to be impressed by your situation.

No more. Ideally you'd go back to your home country and forget about your plans to build yourself a life in Japan. What were you even thinking? A lonely girl, low on funds, signing a contract to be relocated across the ocean for work. You barely scraped the first months of a mandatory year.

You close your suitcase with a satisfying click and on your way out you wipe the table of all the newspaper clippings. You've been scanning the potential offers on the market. The ones within your budget, of course, which means you don't have to worry about being picky. Until you find a new place, your belongings can wait in storage. Dusty furniture is a better prospect than waking up with a pervert looming over you.

By the time the clock hits evening hours, you're sipping on your iced coffee with a defeated sigh. Most of the cheap apartments seem to be given to locals. Not outsiders like you. At least they spared you of the false hopes and curtly told you to not expect any call back, so you can swiftly move on to the next circled address. You pull out the crumbled sheet of paper from your pocket. Reading over your list of crossed out lines like this deflates you greatly. At the very bottom lies your final hope: the ad you'd stumbled upon this morning was too good to be true and the realtor was available for viewing at any time, so you're almost certain it's some sort of scam. Yet you can't afford to skip it, can you? You stand up, pat your jeans and take a deep breath in.

As you check your phone to confirm the location, you begin to doubt your decision. It's hard to believe no other potential renters have showed up. The apartment is in a convenient area, very close to public transport, at a great price, on what looks like a busy street. Isn't it the dream? So why? You glance around, examining the surroundings. The shops are bustling with people. You try to come up with possible explanations, when a deep voice startles you.

"You must be (Y/N), right? You sure are easy to spot."

You turn around to greet the person. Although the second you spot him, you take an unconscious step back. You'd expected a middle aged man dressed in formal attire with a shy bow and clumsy movements. The one standing before you resembles none of that. He's imposingly tall, with a muscular built and slicked back hair. You can discern the tattoos peeking out from under the rolled up sleeves. His face has multiple deep scars and you can only assume that the pale, discolored eye that's transfixed in one direction is a fake made of glass. One might call him handsome, if you're into the kind of appearance you see in documentaries about the mafia.

"Y-you're the landlord?" You stutter, immediately covering your mouth and regretting your lack of tact.

"Nuh uh, Boss sent me to deal with it." He flashes you a genuine grin, completely unperturbed by your offhanded implication. "I'm Daitou."

He continues towards the entrance and you follow behind, too awkward to back down now. He describes the living quarters with surprising enthusiasm. If you were to close your eyes and disregard his heavy Kansai accent, you could very well be convinced it's a professional real estate agent hard at work.

"Excuse me for asking, but..." Once he finishes his marketing presentation, you cannot help the increasing anxiety. "What's the catch?"

"Huh?"

"For something like this to be so cheap...and no one else being interested...may I be frank and ask what's wrong with it? Please understand, I just left my previous apartment because of a stalker. I don't want to be packing again anytime soon."

"Well, isn't it obvious?" He searches your gaze for a moment, before gasping as if remembering something. "Wait, you're a foreigner, so I guess you don't know. Ah, that explains it."

He lets out a hearty laugh, satisfied with his conclusion.

"You didn't notice anything strange outside?"

You ponder his question before slowly shaking your head in denial.

"Really? A bunch of heavily tattooed guys with family pins on their suits...This is a yakuza quarter. Our Family owns most businesses here. But lately we've had a lot of police on our backs, ya know? Bound to happen when the street is swarming with us. So Boss had this great idea - he's smart like that, ya know, I've never been the bright one - anyways, he suggested we rent some of our housing to regular civilians. Less suspicious that way."

He crosses his arms and nods to himself proudly.

"I myself think it's a great deal. You won't find anything cheaper for the kind of stuff you're getting. All you have to do is, you know, mind your business. If some weasel questions you, no Sir, you haven't seen or heard anything suspicious. That's all."

You can only stare wide eyed, somewhat taken aback by his honesty.

"Uh...Are you sure you were supposed to tell me all of this? I feel we're skipping some steps before admitting to organized crime."

Now it's his turn to consider your inquiry.

"Probably not, but I'm not good with words. You look like a smart girl, so I thought I won't sugarcoat it. I'm sure you already know that if you leave and rat us out I'll be throwing your chopped up remains in the nearby river. Or would you want to be shipped home instead? I'm a nice guy like that, hehe."

You return a crooked smile and purse your lips in the process. You'd rather not learn the percentage of truth in his humor anytime soon.

"You mentioned a stalker? I can guarantee you he won't follow here, miss. And if he's that dumb to wander on our turf, well, me and my guys always hang around the block. Leave him to me and I'll bring you his teeth in a box."

"I-...Why teeth of all the things?"

"Just easier to pull out, ya know." He winks and reaches for his back pocket, revealing an old pair of pliers with childish delight. "See, I'm a bit of a handyman, so I always have some tools on me."

Strangely enough, you're not as terrified as you would expect from someone in your shoes. Certainly your knees are weaker when compared to your pre-encounter state, but there's something about his demeanor that doesn't feel malicious or threatening. Like conversing with an old friend at a pub.

"Will I truly not get in trouble? You guys do your thing and I'm 100% not involved?"

"You have my word." And with that, as if closing the sale of his lifetime, he confidently slaps a stack of papers on the nearby counter and hands you a pen. "You already have my number, if anyone pisses you off just hit me up and I'll be at your service. Boss left everything to me."

No perverts and less of your monthly allowance going towards rent. Maybe it's your despair talking, but you've been persuaded nonetheless. You scribble your name in the designated field and shove the documents towards your new acquaintance.

"Pleasure doing business with you, miss (Y/N)." He cheerfully dangles the keys before dropping them in your hand and heads for the door.

"Oh, is shipping included in the rent?"

He stops and turns to you, mildly confused.

"You said if I mess up you'll ship my remains home. Do I pay for the postage myself, or is that part of the monthly tax?" You ask with a cheeky grin.

His eyes narrow in delight and you can tell he's greatly amused by your words.

"Nah, consider it a gift from me. Gotta treat a lady nice, 'specially if it's a pretty one like you."

And with that, you're alone again. You look around the room, trying to visualize your new home. It's already getting dark outside. Now that you've had the situation explained to you, you can definitely see what Daitou meant. There's the occasional police officer patrolling the street, and plenty of men dressed in similar fashion walking in small groups.

"And?"

Outside the building, a young man is leaning against the wall with a cigarette in his mouth. He seems to have been waiting for Daitou.

"It's done. Some cute foreigner is moving in." He lifts an arm in a flexing motion, patting his bicep in a congratulatory manner. "Boss will be surprised, eh?"

"You're fucking with me."

"What? You wanna go back upstairs and check?" He responds, appalled. "Might've taken longer than expected, but I told ya I can manage!"

"Are you sure you didn't threaten her or something? I still don't know what Boss was thinking when he asked a nutcase like you to deal with the civvies."

"Hey hey hey, I may not be all fancy speaking like you or Kazuya, but I'm not dumb. Matter of fact, she already signed the papers."

"I never said you're dumb. Just batshit crazy." The young man sighs and flicks his cigarette butt away, stomping on it.

"Let's go and tell the others."

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xxblairexxss · 11 months

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Doudou (part 2)

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 (Charles’s ending)

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x reader / Lando Norris x reader

Theme : Angst / fluff

I couldn’t choose so I’m gonna make you guys miserable too. Second part is very connected to the 1st one so please give that a read first so you can understand this one better. I covered and explained more about her relationship with Charles’s from his side that were left hanging in the first part. Read until the end, I left a note down there where I pointed out small details that you might have missed! Happy reading! p/s: I read all the comments and reblogs and I really appreciate every single one of you I’m so so glad you guys liked the 1st one <3 thank youu! Sorry if you are not a fan of long fics I got carried away ;;

You never mentioned or uploaded anything that were ties with Charles. You were not a public figure, you weren’t even famous. You were just someone who got the public attention because your first love happened to be a Formula 1 driver. Whatever happened in private, should remain as it was. So, you just continued with your life, in fact, you did it so perfect that to the public, it seemed like the broke up didn’t stain any sides.

Your friendship with other drivers didn’t budged even after what had happened. You were friends with some of them since you guys were kids because you used to attend FiA Karting Wold Cup for Charles. One of the drivers that had been with you since the beginning was Lando. He didn’t live in Monaco back then so he was just a familiar face to you and an occasional “Hi, Lando!” and “Bye, Lando. See you next time!” but you always found yourself in a long conversation whenever you met him, there was always things to talk about.

When Charles came into the paddock with someone else, Lando was the first person to call you. It was obvious then that Charles didn’t tell anyone else about what happened because if he did, Lando would have called you sooner.

“Lando? Hi!”

Lando was hanging around the Mclaren’s hospitality lounge area when he hit the call button and it was at the exact moment he saw Charles and his new girl walked past his building. What were the odds of that happened. Judging the way you greeted him, he would have had no idea something happened between you and Charles if he didn’t saw the event earlier but he knew you very well to know despite the jolly tone, you kept a lot of unspoken words.

“Y/N, hey. I—uhm..” fuck, he was going to ask about about Charles but you sounded so ebullient he didn’t have the heart to ask.

But he wasn’t prepared for any topics either.

“Lando..?

“I—just wanted to talk about what happened in practice session yesterday.” He crunched up his face in discomfort. That was embarrassing.

“Oh, sure! What happened?”

You shared more texts and phone calls with Lando after the sudden, random one where he talked about the car’s break and throttle. He ended up telling you about Charles’s new girl and you told him what happened, but it was just a brief and short one. You didn’t want to make Charles looked bad to anyone else. What he did to you didn’t make him a bad friend to Lando.

So you knew he had a new girl, even before the Japan Grand Prix. Part of you was actually hoping to see him with his new girl when you attended the grand prix just so you could see the smile that you always received for like a quarter of your life. At least you could see the way the wrinkles around his eyes became more visible as the ends of his lips curved and the loop sided dimples even if it wasn’t meant for you.

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“That tickles.” Charles chortled and leaned his face away.

“No, stay still.” You furrowed your brows as you scooted closer to carry on tracing his dimples. “You are so pretty.”

Charles hummed in response and brought one hand to cup on your cheeks. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” He had always loved when you laid down on him whenever he took a spot on the couch. He loved analysing your facial features up closed, the way your eyes seemed twinkled as the light reflected on them. Made him wonder why kind of good deeds he did in his past to be gifted a chance to be with you.

“Yeah, my boyfriend always makes sure I never forget that.” You giggled in response and poked on his dimple that you had been tracing.

“Your boyfriend is one lucky man, isn’t he?” He moved his hand from cupping your cheek to pulling your hand away from his face to leave a peck on your palm. “Now stop playing with my dimples and let me adore my beloved girlfriend.”

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kymillman Ferrari F1 driver has arrived in the paddock for the last practice session of the season!

username we haven’t seen charlotte for a while now

username Last race let’s go!!

username Charlotte went to 5 races and then just vanished

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f1wags_ Last race of the season and we expected to see charlottesiine in the paddock as it was a significant race but Charles was seen arriving at the paddock for the main race all alone again. What do you think?

username I think we should just focus on the race :)

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username Is it true Y/N is attending? Can someone confirm this? Saw it all over Twitter

f1wags_ We are waiting for more pictures before we can confirm her attendance !

username omg i hope it’s true i missed them together 😭

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kymillman Y/N spotted today not as someone’s childhood sweetheart, not as Ferrari’s VIP but as Mclaren’s! Love to see you back in the paddock, ynusername!

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username mcclaren??? lando 👀👀

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username she never failed to slay all paddock pictures

username charles wake up and look what you missed

Lando has invited you to attend this week’s race in Abu Dhabi, the last race of the season. You were on a break and a visit to the paddock wouldn’t hurt anyone.

You didn’t worry about Charles because he had been ignoring your existence for like half a year so he obviously would continue doing so. The paddock was not small at that, you wouldn’t even bumped into him even if you wished for it.

So you didn’t know he had arrived alone in the paddock. No girl in sight.

But he saw you. You looked amazing, you always did but he hadn’t seen your face for so long, the face he had always admired up-close. He had asked a help from one of his team to pass you a packet of Maltesers and sparkling maple water from one specific brand that he had always brought for you because you liked munching on something. He could have done it himself if he wasn’t too busy catching interview after interview as this was the last race before the season ended. Not that he had prepared it beforehand because he didn’t even knew you were coming to the race. But he had always kept those two items with him. Not that he wished he would bumped into you anywhere else, though a part of him might wished for it, but it was because over the years of being with you, he himself had subconsciously grew to like those two things. Maltesers and sparkling maple water from a brand called Drink Simple, a brand that no one knew about.

You took the snack and the beverage from the Ferrari guy. The Ferrari uniform kinda gave it away so you knew it was from him but you still took it, because you could never so no to Maltesers and your favourite beverage from the one brand no one knew about, except Charles.

“I’ll get going first. My flight is like in 6 hours.” Soon as the race ended, you had walked up to Lando and gave him a hug before rushing back to your hotel to catch your flight home to Monaco. Tomorrow would be your best friend’s birthday and you could never, ever miss it.

“Alright, Y/N. Take care! I’ll see you soon.” Lando hugged you back and brushed his lips against your temple before rushing his way back to catch up with the interviews.

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“Lando.”

“Charles. What’s up?” Lando gave the lad a nod of acknowledgement and went back tying his shoelaces.

“Have you seen dou—“

“Y/N?” Lando stood up to look at his mate. He wasn’t gonna pull up a fight. He wasn’t gonna act like there was anything different between them after everything you told him. He held himself because he knew you would be sad if he did follow his heart that was full with rage.

“Yeah. Y/N. Have you seen her? Can I talk to her?”

“Mate, she went home. You won’t find her here.”

“Right. It must be for her friend’s birthday. I’ll get going. Thank you.” Charles was about to walked away when Lando called him out.

“Charles,”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t think you should talk to her. Not right now. She seems to be slowly finding herself back. If you really want to talk, you should have done that months ago when she was in your way.”

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landonorris P6. Points on the board. Happy days

username Congrats Lando!! ❤️

username so happy for you 🥹🧡

username Is that Y/N?

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ynusername So grateful to be in the paddock for the last race of the season 🧡

username PRETTY

username She’s the GIRL ❤️

username it feels weird not seeing you in red

username that picture of lando 🥹🥹

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Charles had lost himself nearly the end of last year’s season. He went from chasing the World Driver Championship to fighting to be in the top 10. When he got to winter break, he pulled himself away from you, from your comfort because he kept so many problems, so many worries in his head it became a mess. When he had you in his arms, when you asked him about his day, his concerns, his feelings, he didn’t know where to start. He didn’t want to load everything on you because you had your own problems. He didn’t know why. You had always been his home, his home that he had always felt safe but his insecurity won over him. He thought he did the right thing so he bursted when you questioned his act, making it seemed as if none of his effort actually worked to fight for the relationship.

But he didn’t meant anything he said to you that night. He walked out because he heard you start sobbing when you ran into the room and he couldn’t stop beating himself. He never made you cry before. He failed at being a driver his late father wished him to be and now he failed at being your boyfriend.

But he was a coward so he walked out, he walked out of the apartment because he couldn’t believe what he just said to you, a blessing in his life. He was a coward because he couldn’t bring himself to contact you for months because every time he clicked on your contact number, he would be reminded of your cries and felt like he didn’t deserve to be in your life again.

Charles still wanted to talk to you even after what Lando had told him. He went to your apartment, you weren’t there. He called you but you have changed your phone number. He sent you a message on Instagram only to find out you had blocked him.

Luck seemed to be on his side when he had bumped into you weeks after all of his attempts. He saw you sitting on bench nearby the yatch club in your gym set, you surely had just finished your workout session like you always did every week but he couldn’t find you sooner because you booked sessions with a new fitness instructor.

“Doudou.”

“Charles?”

You didn’t feel uncomfortable, you knew your heart was calling out for him but you weren’t prepared to meet him after your workout session, when you were literally in sweat.

And you weren’t prepared to hear what he said. The answer to the question that you had asked him that night.

“I thought what I did was saving us but it ruined everything. It wasn’t my intention to threw you, threw us away but I felt so, so fucking stupid, so helpless. You were never a burden to me. I didn’t mean any words I said that night.” He didn’t look at you, he couldn’t look at you because he was too embarrassed and your Charles would always looked into your eyes whenever he could because

he loved how they seemed to be twinkled whenever they hit the ray of light

So you knew he was still beating himself for it.

“And the girl?”

“She was apart of my friend’s group. I knew her weeks after what happened between us. We didn’t date, she wasn’t anyone to me and she knew it too. We didn’t do anything, we didn’t even hold hands. I knew deep down she wished we had something more but I couldn’t bring myself to love anyone else other than you. I knew from the moment I was capable of loving someone, it would be you and it will always be you, doudou.”

“All it took for you that night was to tell me you were afraid, that you just wanted me to hold you and I would, Charles. In an instant. Instead, you walked away and you shoved me out of your life like I meant nothing to you, like all those acts and words over the years were all lies. Did you know how long I waited for you to come back after you stormed out that night? I stayed in the living room, all alone in the dark hoping for any sound of footsteps to be the sound of my boyfriend, for him to walk right through the door, to tell me he was sorry but you didn’t come back. I felt like our friendship, our relationship didn’t mean as much to you as it did to me. Was I…not worth the risk, Charles?” You didn’t let out a wail or a sob, you were just crying silently, your gym tights around the thighs started having spotted wet stains from your tears but you didn’t cry as much as you did when you waited for him in the dark that night.

Charles didn’t reply. He was quite. He knew you deserved more but he was done being a coward and needed to be selfish for once. “I’m sorry for the way I hurt you. Sorry for everything I did that led us to this point. And I get it, you know, if you hate me. But I need to tell you, I want you to know that even when I was completely fucked up, I never once stopped loving you. I didn’t called or texted you after that night because I never wanted to be the person that brought any more pain into your life. All I ever wanted to do was love you. I stared at your pictures, rewatched our silly videos before I slept every night because I couldn’t fall asleep without admiring you in my arms.”

You didn’t reply and Charles didn’t say anything. He looked so miserable but you bet you looked no different. And then he you heard him said,

“Can you…give me another chance to fix us? Please.”

“I can’t take you back and pretend as if nothing happened because it still hurts, Charles. I was told I was a burden to someone I have loved with all my life. I—please give me some time.“ Tears fell again, so you spinned away, pressing your fingers against your eyes. “I’m sorry.” You tried to hold yourself though a part of you wanted to reach out to him. Then you felt him pulling you into his arms, his chin tucked on your head like a perfect piece as it always had been.

“No, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that I hurt you. It’s my fault and there’s no excuses that would validate any of my acts or words. Please lean on me. Let me hold you when you needed to be held this time.”

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You and Charles went back on talking term. You had unblocked him on Instagram, he didn’t text or call you everyday because you had told him you needed space and he respected that. Part of you was happy that you got your Charles back. Guess you just had to wait and see how the future held for both of you.

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Lando came to your apartment a few days after you had a talk with Charles. He had asked you for a night out but your social battery was too drain to go anywhere so he came over with pizzas and diet coke. You prefered regular coke but diet coke will do.

“Hey, what’s that?” Lando pointed out the product you had in your hand along with a weird looking spatula. You thought he would be here in an hour so you were going to put on your face mask first. Not sure if he came too early or you took a long time in the shower but regardless, you didn’t have enough time to put it on.

“Ah, this? I was going to put on a face mask before you came..”

“Let’s put it on then! My face could use some treatment. Can you put it on me?”

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Giggles and laughters could be heard not from the living room with the boxes of pizzas, it came from the bathroom. Lando had a hard time staying still because the face mask was so cold, he couldn’t understand how something that came out from the tube could be this cold to skin as if you had froze it.

“Lando, stay still you gonna get it in your eyes!” You slapped on his arm that had caged you around your legs as you sat on the table top.

“My eyes could do some treatment too they have been really dry.” He laughed.

He insisted on putting it on you back even when you told him that you could put it on yourself so you tied up your hair in a ponytail, a few stands of loose hair drooped around your face. “Okay, now you can put it on. Just don’t get it on my hair, okay. I literally just washed it. Lando…?”

He blinked, too dazed that he felt like he got the wind knocked out of him. You are heavenly and divinely breathtaking.

“Has anyone ever told you that your eyes looked like it twinkled?”

“Your eyes are twinkling, doudou.”

You were taken aback and gave a small nod in retun. “Yeah, I think I have heard that before.”

“You have such a mesmerising eyes, Y/N.” Lando never had a chance to look at you this close, he had never seen the freckles around your nose, never knew you had a small spot under your eyes. Beautiful.

But he had seen a picture of you on your boyfriend’s— ex-boyfriend’s wallpaper from an angle that he knew was taken from when you were laying on his chest, where it seemed like you were asleep as you had your eyes closed. Charles had that picture of yours on his wallpaper for the longest time ever and he saw it couple of times when they hung out together, when a notification popped up and his phone lighted up. Charles always had a chance to look at your beautiful face up-close.

Charles you lucky bastard.

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landoprivate an angel put a face mask on me. it was cold I don’t think I liked it but I would do it all over again if that is what it takes for me to stare at her face up close again

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Your night with Lando was a quite one. You don’t share words that much, just an occasional questions and arguments about the movie.

“How could he do that? Like, try pull my hair.” He pulled the hood of his hoodie off and moved his body forward to allow you to pull on his soft curly hair.

“See? My arms didn’t moved like Linguini’s. They should have came up with something more…logical…for an animation.”

Or something like

“You know, Lando. Ratatouille looks really good until you find out it was just slices of vegetables.”

“That was like a scam, wasn’t it? I would feel so betrayed if my mom gave me that without telling me what it actually was.”

“But it’s good!”

“It’s veggies, Y/N.”

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The movie ended and there will still a box of pizza left unopened. Lando had bought different kind of toppings for the pizzas but none of them were your favourite kind but you still ate them, it wasn’t like you were a picky eater. The pizzas were good but you could have eaten more if it was your favourite one.

“Lando, I’m sorry if I ruined your night. You could be having lots of fun dancing in the club, having proper conversations with people instead of spending your Friday night wearing face mask, watching a movie about a rat and we only talked about silly stuffs.” You felt these kind of things would be uneventful to him, because you always did this with Charles, and you felt like Lando was forcing himself to do what you wanted because you said so.

“I never felt like I’m wasting my time with you, Y/N. None of the phone calls we had where we talked about silly stuffs ever made me feel like I’m wasting my time ever. We could sit in silence for hours and it would still feel so full, so good and so necessary. I’m thankful for you.”

Would you go back to the guy who knew you more than you knew yourself, a guy who had been there with you through different stages of your life, a guy that was there with you from when you were naive, a guy that taught you love that was full of dreams and hopes.

Or would you give a chance to the guy that was still learning about your favourite food, your favourite color, a guy that will teach you a mature love, a guy that you knew would have the power to break your heart if you choose to trust him.

Small details you might have missed! ;Charles knew the reader had to rush home because it was her friend’s birthday. Reader didn’t tell Lando about it but Charles knew. ;Charles could have find reader sooner if she sticked to her old routine because he knew her too well ;Lando didn’t know reader preferred regular coke, he didn’t know her favourite pizza topping but he knew her eyes would occasionally twinkled under the ray of light, just like Charles knew.

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