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luffley · 10 months
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strangegirl · 6 months
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depravedhousewife · 2 years
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Gym essentials: pink edition
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fashionistasparadise · 10 months
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https://www.instagram.com/reel/CskRTWHg_C0/?igshid=ZjUwM2YwMzA3MA==
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fallenalienz · 9 months
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Views on the idol?
eee.... a fun tawdry ride with a touch of depravity?? i'm really interested in the main character because she's framed as this sort of femme fatale-esque mysterious figure who always seems to be playing a part (a hint we get in the opening sequence when she's shifting from one emotion to another right on cue. initial scenes are very important!) and last episode it felt like we've finally had a peek behind her mask so i'm excited for the finale
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iwantdottoresobad · 3 months
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me trying to force myself to like the idol because i meatride the weeknd like theres no tomorrow
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rosebud111 · 2 years
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sofrosine · 2 years
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NO, I MEAN—WE AREN’T EVEN ATTRACTED TO EACH OTHER, REALLY.
— lily-rose belongs to my beloved @dihardys
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liltimfrance · 2 years
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On IMDB Lily is no longer credited for the film L'Empire , it is perhaps her friend Anamaria Vartolomei who plays the role that was intended for her. It's twice that she's announced in French movies and then nothing 🤔
Let’s take to the fact that anyone can edit IMDB too, but no, was supposed to be Lily, Anamaria and Camille Cottin. BUT the actresses that were acting with her and were adresse first to do, left the movie cause of major reasons, so I guess Lily left the movie either for the same reason.
https://www.indiewire.com/2022/05/adele-haenel-stops-making-movies-industry-racist-patriarchal-1234724862/amp/
As well as Virgine Effira , so maybe it’s a good reason to leave the movie.
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crisp-sweet-pink-lady · 8 months
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That genuinely got a laugh out of me.
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rabbitfled · 1 year
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tag drop !
{ ❀ ゚・ rabbit’s feet and prince’s crown ( prince kit ( ic ) ) } { ❀ ゚・ a bun above ( ooc ) }
{ ╲ present yourself in court ( prompts ) } { ╲ paw prints on the dirt path ( threads ) } { ╲ out on a walk ( queue ) } { ╲ star light star bright ( wishlist ) } { ╲ a curse is not so easily broken ( aesthetic / musings ) } { ╲ roses for beauty and lilies for sweetness ( romantic musings ) } { ╲ heavy lies the head that wears the crown ( headcanons ) } { ╲ the face of the throne ( visage ) } { ╲ hiding in the curtains ( dash comm ) } { ╲ toe beans ( joke tag ) }
{ chasing down the rabbithole • lark ( paladinquest ) } { a rose among the thorns • briar ( rossefinch ) }
{ ❥ a personal knight and a personal friend • lark&&kit } { ❥ no less worthy of love ; even with a haunted heart • briar&&kit }
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northlt · 1 month
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Amortentia (Jegulus)
Regulus didn’t smell. It drove James insane sometimes. 
He didn’t smell after quidditch practice, or even after just waking up. It was another one of those things about him that made him seem “perfect”. James hated it. 
Regulus was so much more than the image he presented himself to be, but he’d gotten too lost in playing the part, maybe that’s all he’d become. 
Every single “imperfection” had been driven away by his mother. Not just for Regulus, but for Sirius as well. The Black family had an image to maintain, high society they had to live in. They couldn’t accept body odor, crooked teeth, or any blemishes on their skin. 
James didn’t know how they did it. But none of the Blacks had any negative body odor. No matter how much they sweat. 
It’s not to say they don’t have a particular smell. According to Slughorn, everyone had a distinct smell, something unique about them. 
Sirius smelled like wet dog fur, James knew this because he slept in the bed next to him and every night Sirius turned to padfoot in his sleep. 
Narcissa smelled like spring, like her namesake— narcissus. Strangely intense, yet cool and floral. James had only placed the smell last year when they had grown the flower in herbology. 
Walburga black smelled like roses, James imagined that’s what the queen of hearts from Alice in Wonderland smelled like. It was suffocating if you had the displeasure to be near her, like a thousand thorny plants squeezing your windpipe. 
James wasn’t padfoot, he didn’t memorize smells. But it’s hard not to notice how his closest friends smell. It made him feel warm, to be surrounded by so many people he loves, all with a distinct smell. 
Remus smelled like chocolate, like wet fur, wooly sweaters, a warm fire and old books. James could tell that’s what Sirius was smelling in his cauldron right then. That’s the reason he was thinking so much about smells in the first place. 
Sixth year brought with it responsibilities, but also more advanced potion making. James always wondered why he didn’t drop potions when he had the chance. 
Sirius was blushing so hard, his skin tone matched the pink potion. James had to stifle his own laughter as Remus tried to go over the recipe once again to make sure they had made it correct. They were all paired up for this particular class. Sirius and Remus at one cauldron and James and Peter next to them. It used to be Sirius and James together, but after one too many pranks in the classroom, Professor Slughorn had separated them. 
“Clockwise!” Remus corrected Sirius just before he could have ruined their potion. They were the second ones to finish their potion so Slughorn was already making his way towards the boys. “Bloody hell, Sirius. Stop overmixing it”
James exchanged a look with Peter. Why had he let Sirius pick Remus while pairing up again? Oh that’s right— Wingman duties
James was nowhere near as great as Lily or Remus or even Snivellus in potion making, but he managed. Mostly he used Remus’ notes and applied common sense. It drove Remus insane sometimes, how much work he’d have to put in to memorize something, only for James to make an educated guess about it. James couldn’t really explain how he knew stuff, he just did. Call it pattern awareness, or whatever. 
“So from the way Moony was yelling at Padfoot, I’m guessing we have to stir it clockwise?” James raised an eyebrow.
Peter only snickered as he watched their other two friends bickering like an old married couple. “What’d you think Moony smells, James?”
“Wet dog” James replied easily, “And that awful old leather jacket Padfoot refuses to throw away,”
“I bet Sirius smells chocolate and wool” 
James had known Peter for years, they'd had baths together when they were babies, learned how to ride a bicycle from James’ father, spent ten christmases trying to make gingerbread houses and so many more memories. 
That’s all to say, James knew what Peter smelled like. He had a distinct cologne he swore worked wonders on the ladies, and as stereotypical as it was for the rat to love cheese, he really did. 
So if James was in love with his best mate, that’s what he would have smelled. 
But instead when he dared to take a whiff of the potion (after coughing violently because it was pretty strong), all he smelled was broom wax, old books and paint. 
“Mmmhmm” Peter grinned, “Camembert, and candy. Smells so great I’m hungry now. And you?”
“Old books” He frowned, “And paint”
“Careful, Pads might think you’re in love with Moony too”
James wasn’t sure what he was expecting. He was glad he didn’t smell lilies, relating to his old embarrassing crush. It had been months since he had obsessed over Lily Evans and even thinking about that time made him cringe. 
James had quickly realized he had no idea what love was supposed to be. He grew up watching his parents so immensely in love he’d been in love with the idea of love and the idea of Lily Evans. And ideas are dangerous things to be in love with. 
For his sake and Lily’s, he was glad he stopped liking her. 
But after Lily… well, there had been someone James had grown a liking too. And he couldn’t help the disappointment when he didn’t smell Regulus in the potion. He took a few more whiffs, just to be sure. But to no avail. The potion still smelled the same. 
James wasn’t sure why it bothered him so much. Maybe he was just incapable of loving. Because he couldn’t smell Regulus, that had to mean he wasn’t in love with the boy as he had previously thought. This was clearly a Lily situation again. And that bothered James. Mainly because he wanted to be in love. Not just because of his fantasy of being so in love with someone, but also because Regulus was so lovely. 
He was witty and sharp, beautiful and sarcastic, knowledgeable and petty, headstrong and stubborn but also sweet and funny. He seemed to positively glow under James’ praise. James loved it when he flushed pink, James loved it when he shot back a retort, when he smiled a secret smile for only James, when he dragged his long fingers over James’ skin— touch for the sake of touch. James loved every single thing about Regulus, the way his eyes crinkled when he tried to stop himself from laughing at one of James’ bad jokes, the way he sneezed, the way his lips parted, the way he tasted so sweet when they kissed, but most of all, James thought he was in love with Regulus.
He wasn’t sure what smell he was searching for. He knew Regulus didn’t smell. He didn’t have a signature smell like Peter’s cologne. But James was still disappointed. 
He wanted to make Regulus feel loved, he wanted to be in love. He had said it once and Regulus had said it before. 
Three simple words. 
And what if they were a lie?
A knock on the door made Slughorn change directions. He had been heading toward James and Peter’s potion to check it, but he walked toward the open door. 
James would have recognised those curls anywhere. 
Even before Regulus was fully visible, stepping into the doorway, eyes searching the class, James was grinning. Who cared what the stupid potion said? The potion could be wrong. Maybe James and Peter brewed it wrong. 
All that mattered was that Regulus lit up James’ world, it genuinely felt that way. Just passing him in the hallways, getting to stare at him as he stared at the stars, just listening to him talk about astronomy or his favorite paintings felt like a reward to James.
So yeah, fuck the potion. 
James Potter was in love with Regulus Black.
That’s when he spotted the paint splattered on the edges of his otherwise neat robe. He was handing a book he must have borrowed back to Slughorn. His eyes landed on James and though he tried to keep his composure in thanking the professor, James grew ecstatic at the acknowledgement.
The effect Regulus had on him really had to be studied. 
Just before he left, he sniffed the room, his eyebrows furrowing in that Regulus Black way as he mock glared at James. He had the face of an aristocrat but the mind of an artist. Maybe he was both.
James was thankful his table was the closest to the door and the others were too busy either bickering, fawning over their potion or still completing it. 
“You smell, Potter” Regulus scrunched his nose in disgust, turning to walk away, “Didn’t you shower after quidditch? It’s disgusting, it’s a wonder the whole room isn’t gagging with how strong it is, even your sandalwood perfume can’t mask it.”
James could barely say anything before Regulus had walked away. 
Paint splatter, the old books in the room of requirement and Regulus’ personal collection, the broom wax from when James had watched him polish his broom before a match against Hufflepuff. 
Slowly the pieces floated together and James thought he had started floating too. He felt light, like a floating lantern, a ball of warmth in his chest. 
And what had Regulus been talking about? James twisted his ankle his last game. Madam Pomfrey hadn’t cleared him to fly the whole week, he had been moping about not being able to play. 
When he looked at Peter, his friend was looking back with an amused look. 
“Fucking hell, Prongs”
“Don’t tell Padfoot”
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charliemwrites · 1 month
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Mister(s) Steal Your Girl — part 3
(I seriously need to come up with an actual name for this series before it sets in)
Introducing his grand horniness- John “Soap” MacTavish
It’s been six, coming up on seven, dates with Kyle. A dwindling part of you feared that after the absolutely mind-blowing night you two shared, he’d ghost you or something.
But nope, the morning after was spent in one of his jumpers, receiving kisses and breakfast and tea. The two of you watched movies all day until he drove you home, kissing you at the door. He let you keep his jumper.
Not three days later, he invited you to a movie you’d both been excited to see, and giggled over the popcorn bowl like teenagers. He didn’t even mind that you leaned over to whisper during certain parts, or the ramble you went on afterwards. (When you apologized for overanalyzing and talking so much, he gave you a bizarre, almost offended look. “Don’t you dare stop,” he huffed, “you’re way better than radio. What did you think about that after credit scene?”)
A few days after that, he called with apologetic news.
“Being shipped out for a couple weeks. Shouldn’t be anything too dangerous, and I’ll call when I can,” he explained.
You told the nervous little twist in your gut that you knew this about him. That this is Kyle’s job, not a convenient excuse to ignore you.
“Stay safe regardless,” you murmured earnestly into the phone. “I‘ll… I’ll miss you, Kyle.”
“You’re getting the biggest hug when I get back, darlin’,” he promised.
He kept to it too. Called at odd hours sometimes - once during dinner with your fiance even. But Brandon is always taking random calls nowadays, so you figured, given the circumstances, it’s not such a big deal to excuse yourself either.
On the other end of the call, Kyle sounded a bit tired, but happy to talk to you. He couldn’t tell you anything about what he was doing, but shared some smaller, safer details. That the tea was shite because Soap kept over-steeping it. That his lieutenant was big enough to body slam him during sparring practice. That Captain Price wishes you well and promises to bring Kyle back in one piece.
You even heard one of his teammates in the background, asking Kyle if he was “chirping at his new bird.” Soap, as you found out. They sound like a good bunch.
When Kyle comes back, you offer to welcome him at his apartment. You bring a little plate of cookies and a pack of his favorite beer, hoping it’s not too much. But when he opens the door, his expression melts before he scoops you up in the big hug he promised.
“You’re a fuckin’ dream, ya know that?” he murmurs, tucking his face against your neck.
You spend the whole weekend with him, kissing at the stitched-up knife wound on his muscled arm. Otherwise, all in one piece.
“Would you… want to meet my mates sometime?” he asks as you’re getting dressed for work Monday morning.
“Of course,” you reply instantly. Realize that might be too eager. “If you want to introduce me, that is.”
“I want to show you off to the bloody Queen, babes.”
You giggle, crossing the room to drop a quick kiss on his lips. He tries to draw you in for something deeper, but you wiggle and swat at him, complaining that he’ll make you late.
It’s good, you think. Blissfully good. Honeymoon phase, maybe, but considering how far off your actual honeymoon is, you feel like you deserve this. Kyle is a wonderful partner - kind, attentive, respectful. He listens, he cares, he’s independent of you and respects your boundaries. Sometimes you can’t believe you were ever nervous about this open relationship thing in the first place.
On Wednesday of that same week, Kyle tells you that Soap is going to visit and is eager to meet you. He was thinking dinner and drinks, come back to Kyle’s apartment afterwards. You readily agree.
The next day, a bouquet comes in. It’s a beautiful, though not extravagant, arrangement. Calla lilies, roses, and hydrangeas. The note that comes with it says, “Wanted to make a good first impression in case Kyle told you lies.” It’s signed “Johnny.”
You send a picture to Kyle, amused and a bit endeared. It brightens the rest of your day so much that you barely notice Lucy’s usual snide comments.
On Friday night, Brandon is unexpectedly home. Usually he doesn’t even come home from work on Fridays anymore - or at least he didn’t before you met Kyle. Lately, you only pop in if you’ve forgotten something for your overnight bag. You had to stay late at the office today, though, and your apartment is closer than Kyle’s.
“Was thinking we could go out tonight,” he tells you.
“Oh,” you say, taken aback. Not just by the invitation, but by the mix of emotion in your gut. Some of it is excitement and relief, but not as much as you’d expect. It’s warring with unease and reluctance, a bit of frustration that now of all times he wants to reconnect.
“Um, raincheck?” you offer, smoothing down your dress. It’s a new one you picked out with Kyle; you’re hoping he (Kyle) will notice. “I have plans.”
Brandon’s brow furrows, smile going tight. “You can’t reschedule?”
God you hate confrontation and he knows that, doesn’t he? Why is he pushing?
“Well I don’t know when I’ll get to see them again,” you explain.
Suddenly the tension in his shoulders eases. “Oh, is it a few people then?”
“Just a couple. I’m meeting one of them for the first time.”
“Have fun then,” he says, fishing his phone from his pocket. Like you’re not even there anymore.
You blink, then your phone buzzes with a message from Kyle and you hurry out the door.
“I knew you’d look terrific in that dress,” he says as soon as he sees you.
Thoughts of Brandon, that strange interaction, and those churning feelings all disappear in an instant. Kyle just has a way of soothing you.
The restaurant is one that has quickly become one of your favorites with Kyle. Good food, good drinks, quiet and relaxed atmosphere. You like the funky artwork and squishy booths.
Soap (Johnny?) has already gotten your party a table, and stands as the two of you approach. You nearly stop right there, and then almost trip a bit as momentum urges you onwards. Manage not to make a fool of yourself, but you still boggle at him.
Because Kyle? You thought he was a fluke. Just too handsome to be real, never mind tall and fit and friendly and— well, anyway.
You thought he was a fluke.
But Soap/Johnny is goddamn handsome too! Trim stubble, pretty eyes behind thick lashes, a soft-looking Mohawk that gives him a boyish charm without seeming immature.
“There you two are, thought ye stood me up!” he greets, drawing Kyle into one of those friendly man-hugs with the shoulder pats that look like they hurt.
“Youre a cheap date anyway, MacTavish,” Kyle replies, gently easing you forward with a hand on the small of your back.
“Och, don’t bad mouth me in front of a lady,” Johnny/Soap complains, then turns his twinkling gaze to you and offers a hand. “John MacTavish, but this bampot calls me Soap.”
“Not Johnny?” you ask curiously.
You take his hand, find callouses similar to Kyle’s. But his palm is a bit broader, a scar along his thumb - from a burn it looks like. Just as warm, just as careful. A firm, but not tight shake.
“You can call me anything you like, lass,” he says. From the corner of your eye, you see Kyle choking back a laugh. Johnny it is, you figure.
“Wait ‘Soap’ is a callsign right?” you ask as Kyle herds you into the booth.
“Right-o,” Johnny replies, smiling.
“Does Kyle have one?”
The grin that he gives you would make the devil sweat. As it is, Kyle groans and shoots you a betrayed look.
“Oh does he, lass.”
You light up, grin right back. “Tell me?”
“As if I could say no to a pretty face like that!”
And so begins a long, warm, perfect night. Johnny is great company. Welcoming and friendly, quick to smile, sharp witted. You could sit all night listening to him and Kyle quip at each other, but they’re so careful to keep you included and engaged.
Johnny even offers you some of his chips when his order comes, and you’re too delighted to say no. Not that Kyle seems to mind, encouraging you to steal a couple for him since Johnny keeps whacking his hand away.
The night ends back at Kyle’s. You whip up another batch of cookies with some suspiciously new-looking baking ingredients. The boys keep you company while you work — Kyle mixes the batter when your arm gets tired and Johnny keeps your wine glass full. In the end, you let them each get a lick of the dough spoon.
Eventually, you move to the couch, climb on together. Kyle, for some reason, scooches you into the middle instead of one of the ends, but you don’t mind and neither does Johnny, it seems. They argue over a movie to put on, but it doesn’t matter because the three of you talk through most of it anyway.
The second movie is your pick, which is your downfall. You barely get halfway through before dozing off. End up stirring to muffled laughter and harsh whispering. You’ve slumped into Johnny, you realize, seeing Kyle’s broad smile.
“Oh,” you hum, trying to sit up. “‘M sorry…”
“You’re alright, lass,” Johnny murmurs, gently nudging you back down.
“Kyle?” you ask, yawning.
“Still watching the movie, sweetheart. You can go back to your nap. Soap’s nice and warm, yeah?”
You hum, snuggle in again. He is comfy. “So are you.”
Another quiet chuckle. “I know, love.”
He rouses you later — the movie must be over, you think blearily. Kyle scoops you up, plants a kiss on your cheek as you tuck in.
“Say good night to your teddy bear, baby.”
“‘Night, Johnny,” you mumble, nuzzling your face into Kyle’s neck.
“‘Night, bonnie.”
You wake first the next morning — rare and precious. Kyle is lying behind you snoring softly, arm around your waist. You wiggle around to watch his sleeping face for a minute, appreciating the peace in his features. Drop a whisper-soft kiss on his cheek and then slip out of bed.
He grumbles a bit, but you coo at him to go back to sleep and he subsides quickly. Once you’ve freshened up in the bathroom, you pad out to the living room. Johnny is up as well, watching tv on low volume with a coffee on his knee.
“Mornin’,” he says.
“Good morning,” you chirp back, continuing for the kitchen.
“You’re up early,” he observes, following.
“Slept well,” you reply, grinning. “Thanks in part to you. I hope that wasn’t uncomfortable.”
He ducks his head a bit, a light flush blooming across his ears and cheeks. “Nah, can’t complain about a pretty girl fallin’ asleep on me. Means I must have made a good impression, eh?”
“Oh! That reminds me - those flowers were gorgeous. Did you know calla lilies are my favorite?”
“Aye, Kyle’s been talkin’ about ya nonstop since ye met.”
It’s your turn to flush, and much brighter. You hurriedly turn to the cabinets.
“Well, thank you. I loved them.”
“Yeah? I’ll send you more then.”
Startled, you whip around on him, mouth stupidly open as you try to find a response. “You really don’t have to do that!”
“But what if I want to?”
And if you were struggling for words before, you’re hopeless now. So you just throw your hands up with a little “gah” sound and turn back to gathering ingredients.
“What are we making?” Johnny asks, taking mercy on you. Not that using that sly “we” isn’t devastating to your composure.
“My super special flapjack recipe,” you answer. “Could you get that big bowl down for me?”
He steps past you to do so while you dig out the measuring spoons from the dishwasher.
“If they’re as good as your cookies, then I’m gonna need extra PT after this weekend.”
“Good,” you reply, smug, “that’s my goal.”
“Dangerous woman.”
You snort, holding up a wooden spoon. “Oh yeah, I’m a real threat brandishing cooking utensils at a special ops guy.”
“Och, don’ sell yourself short - my nan used to be a menace with those things!”
Kyle exits the bedroom fifteen minutes later to the smell of cinnamon and his best friend with a face full of flour.
“…Do I even want to know?”
“Just be glad she’s on our side, Garrick.”
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writtenbymoonflower · 2 months
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Hi! Can I please request a poly!Marauders x reader where the reader has a secret admirer? The reader is receiving anonymous gifts and letters, making the boys anxious and jealous. If not, it's okay! Thank you, author-san!
omg i love this! thank you so much, baby, hope this is okay! gn!reader x poly!marauders
cw: jealousy and possessiveness, borderline harassment and stalking, hickey
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You groaned loudly when you opened the front door only to be greeted by yet another bouquet of flowers. You begrudgingly brought the arrangement into the house, setting it on the countertop. 
"Again? That’s like the third this week, and it’s only Wednesday." Sirius said, exasperated and (almost) as annoyed as you. 
"Fifth, actually." You hated that you were complaining, you knew you were technically very lucky to receive all these gifts, it was just distressing. And to be frank, getting very old.
"Christ, this person is thirsty." Sirius’ voice was strained, clearly more anxious than he was wanting to let on. 
"At least it seems they don’t have much of a chance, anyone worth their salt knows that you hate roses, angel." James said, between mouthfuls of his sandwich. 
"I know," You cringed. "Who should I give these to this time? Lily has enough flowers to open a shop" You rolled your eyes. "Speaking of," You reached into your work bag and pulled out two boxes. "There were chocolates at my work when I got there yesterday, and a pair of earrings on monday." You walked over to where Remus and Sirius were cuddled on the couch. 
“Geez, dove. Are we gonna have to step up our game?” Remus said, voice tinged with jealousy. 
"No, this person needs to step down. Or at least give me a return address or something. All the notes say is ‘from someone who appreciates you, xx.’ It’s actually kind of distressing." You handed the smaller box of earrings to Sirius, "Are these your style, honey?" 
"What? You don’t want them?" He sounded surprised. Of course you didn’t! Why would you need presents from a random person when you have three boys who give you all the love you could ever need? (and in the way you like it)
"No, I would feel weird wearing them." You cringed, handing the larger box to Remus. "You can have these, I don’t even like cherry chocolate." Remus took the box like it was filled with poison, a disgusted tilt to his lips, just as Sirius dramatically dropped the jewelry box onto the coffee table. 
"I don’t know whose grubby paws have been on this box." He sneered. You rolled your eyes at his dramatics, looking over to James who was still in the kitchen. He had set his sandwich down and was looking like a kicked puppy. It made your heart crack.
"Jamie, what’s wrong baby? Come here." You beckoned him over. He rushed to your side, placing his hand protectively on your shoulder and gripping you tight. You looked at your other two boyfriends, Remus’ jaw was clenched tight and Srius was still looking at the box and scowling. 
"I jus’ don’t like it." James said from your side, his voice was small like a child's. 
"Wait, hold on," You said, "Are you all actually worried about this?"
"Define ‘worried’ lovely," Remus said, his voice an awful mix of venomous and depressed. “I don’t think any of us like knowing there’s someone out there fighting for your affections.” His eyes had an angry glint to them. 
“Guys,” You said, your heart only breaking further. “You have nothing to be worried about, okay?” James’ grip tightened on you. “There is absolutely no competition here, I’m not even giving these the time of day. I don’t want anything to do with the gifts or the person sending them.” 
“But you would if we weren’t in the picture.” Sirius said quietly, all too insecure for your liking. You wormed your way out of James’ grasp, resulting in a whine being pulled from his throat, to crouch in front of Sirius. You grabbed his pretty face in your hands, looking into his sad eyes. 
“No, I wouldn’t. I’m not impressed by these gifts.” You took a deep breath, not wanting to confess the next part and worry your boyfriends worse. “They actually kind of scare me.” You admitted, making all their eyes snap to you. 
“Scared? Of what, darlin’?” James piped up. 
“I just,” You cringed. “I don’t like knowing that there is someone this obsessed with me and I don’t know who they are. And that they know where I live and where I work. I mean, who knows how much they know?” 
“Well now I feel like an arse.” Sirius grabbed you from the floor and hauled you onto the couch with him and Remus, wrapping himself tightly around you. “Here I was thinking this person was gonna get you away from us, not knowing they were worrying you.” 
“You’re not, I promise!” You reassured. “Honestly, if there was someone doing all this for you three I would be really jealous too.” You placed a hand on two of your boyfriends’ thighs, looking over at James, who was still sulking, now sitting on the coffee table in front of you. “But I can assure you, even if I found out who this person was, they, and no one else, would be able to take me from you three. You aren’t getting rid of me that easy. Besides, I don’t like stalkers.” You joked. 
Remus pulled you closer to him, gentle but still much more aggressive than usual. Your other two boyfriends had settled, but he was still heated. 
“Remmy,” You turned to face him. “I promise, you have nothing to worry about.” 
“I know,” He grunted, burying his face into your neck. You wanted to shrink at the ticklish feeling but you allowed him to stay there, knowing he needed it. Remus had a jealous streak, perhaps the most of all your boyfriends. James and Sirius were more subtle in their protectiveness, but Remus started marking you all like a wolf anytime someone let their gaze linger too long. You buried your fingers in his hair and scratched his scalp, trying to relax him. 
“As soon as I find out who this is I will get them to stop, I promise.” You said vehemently. You looked guiltily at all your boyfriends, “I’m sorry this is happening, it isn’t fair to you all.” 
“It’s not your fault, dolly.” Sirius placed his hand on your back. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for, you aren’t asking for this.” You were about to hug him, but Remus held fast around your waist, you started to protest, but you felt Remus’ lips latch to a spot on your neck, nibbling and sucking hard enough to sting, but not hurt. The sound you let out was half giggle and half moan.
“Christ, Moons!” James barked, “You trying to brand them or something?” The three of you started giggling like children. Remus released your skin from his teeth, observing the red and purple splotch that was left in his wake. 
“Gotta make sure they know what’s mine.” He said, possessively. “Don’t worry," His eyes glinted furiously at your two other boyfriends, "you two are next.” 
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TIKTOK COUPLE
Lando Norris x Reader
Warnings: nothing just fluff, use of Y/n, fem!R, just you doing tiktok trends for couples and Lando being done with you lol.
Translated english because it's not my first language so feel free to correct me.
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If there was a reason why Formula One fans loved you, especially Lando fans, it was because they considered you one of the best couples on Tiktok, on the same level of Lily and Alex. Lando didn't post much, but his fans could count on you when they needed new content about him.
And most of the videos you posted were couple videos. In particular, your followers LIVED, they literally commented this, for the pranks you did to Lando, following the Tiktok trends. And here are some of the most popular.
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You placed the phone on the shelf, making sure it couldn't fall and then you took a few steps back, remaining standing in the middle of the living room.
"Lando!" you called out to your boyfriend loudly, hearing him answer from another room.
"Yeah?"
“Can you come here for a moment please?”
A few seconds later, Lando joined you in the living room, hands in the pockets of his shorts.
"Everything okay?" he asked you and you nodded.
"Sure, nothing you need to worry about. But can you smell my sweatshirt please?"
Lando looked at you slightly confused when he saw you gripping the collar of the sweatshirt you were wearing between your fingers, pulling it towards his direction.
“Aside from the fact that that's MY sweatshirt…” he said pointing a finger at you. “Why should i smell you?”
“Because i have to figure out if this sweatshirt needs to be washed or not!” you replied hastily, thinking of an excuse. "Come on, don't be picky right now. Can you do it, please?"
Lando shrugged with a sigh, not understanding why you were being so insistent, but he walked closer to you anyway and bent his face slightly so he could smell the collar of your sweatshirt. And that's when you leaned your face forward so you could give him a little kiss on the forehead.
Lando didn't say anything, he just did as you asked and then looked back at you, while you smiled at him. You expected any reaction from him, an embarrassed laugh, him teasing you or him simply kissing you back. But certainly, the only thing you didn't expect was what he said right in your eyes.
"Yes, you stink"
You felt your face on fire.
"R-Really?? Oh god..." you asked slightly embarrassed, glancing quickly at the camera on your phone.
But after that, Lando gave you an amused smile and he gave you a quick kiss on the forehead.
"Nah, i was just teasing you, love"
And before you could slap him on the shoulder, he ran out of the living room, laughing like an annoying little brat.
"I hate you Lando!" he heard you scream in the distance.
"I love you too, darling!"
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user Y/n is adorable😩
user Lando really has no filters💀
user help Lando😭
user i know for a fact that Y/n doesn't stink at all, her farts smell like roses and she pees rainbows, don't you dare say she stinks😤
user your honor i love them✋
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A few days later, you saw another trend on Tiktok that looked really cute so you decided you would have tried doing it with Lando too.
So, clutching your phone which was on and recording the video, you went to Lando, just hoping that he wouldn't have said something embarrassing enough not to be published on the internet.
You found him sitting in front of his computer, he wasn't streaming, he was just playing video games, strangely alone, but sometimes he liked it that way too.
Without saying anything you went and stood next to him, holding out a hand, palm facing up. Lando noticed your presence almost immediately and after taking off his headphones, he rotated his chair towards you, looking at you with a smile that you returned.
“Hey honey” he said, then his gaze dropped to your open hand. "What's up?"
You didn't answer him, but simply stood there, waiting for his reaction. Lando looked from your hand to your eyes, his eyebrows furrowing.
"Um...Do you need anything?" he tried to ask you, but you remained silent.
Lando looked at you more and more confused, until an expression of realization lit up his face.
"Ooh, i get it"
He took your hand with one of his and began to cover it with small kisses that warmed the skin of your palm and the back of your hand, even passing over every knuckle.
"You just wanted some affection, hm?"
Lando looked at you with a smirk, but when he realized that even after giving you as many kisses as possible, your hand was still there, he began to get agitated.
"I don't understand, love, what is it? What do you want?"
But at hearing nothing but your silence, Lando only seemed to get more irritated.
"Do you want to buy something? Do you need money??" he asked frantically and you saw him reaching into his pants pocket to take out his wallet.
He then took out some bills and placed them on the palm of your hand.
"There. Is it okay?" he asked looking at you.
When he heard nothing but your silence his eyes widened.
"You want more? Really??" he asked almost horrified and continued to remove the bills from his wallet and place them on your palm.
And at that moment you really wanted to stop and answer him that it was just a Tiktok trend, but the way he was looking at you exasperated was making you die of laughter, but you were using all the strength possible to hold back.
"You don't want money?? Then what do you want?? My card?!" he exclaimed, opening his arms wide. "Why are you standing there in silence?! Talk to me woman!! Tell me what you want!"
You couldn't hold back any longer, so you burst out laughing in his face, catching him off guard. Lando looked at you almost annoyed, believing that yours was just a stupid joke.
“I'm sorry darling” you told him between laughs, giving him his money back. "I don't want anything, really"
Lando shook his head, huffing and looking at you with a grimace.
“You're weird” he said, making you laugh even more.
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lilymhe when i tried to do it with Alex he sat on my hand💀
yourusername please💀
user Lando filling her hand with kisses💕💕😩😭
user help not him keeping to give her money💀
user Lando yes i want your card, what's the number?☺️
user him becoming more and more aggressive had me rolling
user Lando: WHAT TF DO YOU WANT FROM ME??👹👺 Y/n:🤷‍♀️🤭✨🥰💞
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Oh, you absolutely had to do this. You had no idea what Lando's reaction would have been (probably an exaggerated one, knowing him), but you knew it would have been worth it and his fans would have gone crazy if they saw something like this.
After showing the camera your bandeau top and the super short shorts you were wearing, you wrapped the towel around your body, taking care to cover your clothing well, so it looked like you were completely naked underneath. Then you picked up your phone again and headed to the living room, where Lando was watching tv.
When you entered the room, he didn't say anything, as he was too focused on eating mini pretzels while still looking at the screen and he didn't pay any attention to the fact that you had positioned yourself next to him specifically to get his attention.
Only when you placed the phone, that was still recording everything, on the shelf did he notice your presence.
“What are you doing, darling?” he asked, curious and slightly confused that you hadn't changed your clothes yet, but he didn't care that much.
“Just recording a Tiktok” you replied, turning to look at him with an innocent smile. "Would you like to participate?"
Lando shrugged.
"What should i do?"
“Oh, no big deal” you said nonchalantly, hands tightening on the corners of the towel. "You just have to stand there and watch while i do..."
You turned back to the camera, seeing Lando's face on the screen and waiting for his reaction.
"This!" you exclaimed and then opened your arms wide, opening the towel.
You heard a scream, which obviously didn't come from your lips and before you could even see the scene captured by the camera, you found yourself thrown onto the carpet, crushed by the weight of Lando's body.
"Lando!"
You felt his arms wrap protectively around your body.
“O-Oww… Ahahah” you moaned from the pain of the fall, but you couldn’t help but laugh at what had just happened. "Are you dumb?"
Lando propped himself up with his arms so he could look you in the eyes. He didn't seem angry, just very surprised.
"YOU are dumb! You can't undress in front of everyone!" He retorted, making you giggle again.
“But there's no one here” you replied, blinking softly. "And i'm not naked, am i?"
Lando looked you up and down with a pout for a couple of seconds.
"Don't do that again. You gave me a heart attack" he said, standing up and then holding out a hand to help you up.
"Well, you hurt me" you moaned and he hugged you, giving you a kiss on the head.
"Aww, sorry honey. But it was a risk you had to take"
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username i live and breathe for protective bf Lando🤭
username him being sorry for hurting her but at the same time he's not lmao
username Y/n sweetie are you okay?🥺😰
yourusername i am☺️🤍
username i don't care what y'all say, these two are hands down the best couple on tiktok🧡🤍
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"Lando"
"Mh?"
You turned to look at him, clutching the bathrobe in your arms.
"I'm going to take a shower now" you told him, pointing the shower with a nod.
"Okay" he said simply and then he took off his hat and his sweatshirt, but before he could even take off his shirt and trousers, since he wanted, or rather 'believed', to join you, you stopped him with a hand on his arm.
“Actually… I was thinking of showering on my own today” you murmured. "So, could you please get out?"
At first you thought he would have been sorry, but instead you saw him simply cross his arms and look you straight in the eyes.
"No" he only said.
“Yes” you slowly replied. "Lando get out"
“Nah no way, you know i've banned you from showering without me since the first time we took it together” he continued and you rolled your eyes.
"Well, today i want to do it alone, okay? So just wait for me outside"
Lando shook his head frantically, looking at you in disbelief.
"But who's gonna wash your hair? Who's gonna wash MY hair?? Honey, please, you know that i really love when you wash my hair! A-And who's gonna wash your back??"
You shrugged, looking at him with an amused smile.
"I'll just use the sponge. And you'll have to do the same for this time"
You thought he would have continued to answer you like a naughty child and it was fun, but when you saw the disappointment slowly fill his eyes, you immediately felt guilty.
"But... I'm sorry, but why? We always shower together"
You shrugged, placing your robe on the sink and looking back at him.
“I don't know, i don't feel comfortable today” you said your excuse. "I'd rather be alone"
Lando looked at you with his big light eyes like a beaten puppy, making you feel tempted to immediately reveal to him that it was just a joke.
“Can't i stay in the bathroom anyway?” he asked, stretching his arms towards you and enclosing one of your hands in both of his. “I'll just sit on the toilet and we can talk, i swear i won't even peek”
Aww.
"Wait love, is it something that i did? Did i do something that made you uncomfortable? Why don't you want to shower with me anymore? Please, tell me" he continued, looking at you with a guilt-filled look and a pleading tone of voice.
Oh no, now you really felt like a horrible girlfriend. Enough, it was better to end it.
"Lando" you looked at him with a tender smile and placed your free hand on his cheek, caressing him gently. "It's just a joke, it's not true that i don't want to shower with you. I'm sorry"
You watched him realize this until he let out a sigh of relief.
“Oh fuck, thank goodness” he said, putting a hand on his chest. “I love showering with you, i swear i felt like you kicked me out of the house”
You laughed too, but then Lando's amused look gave way to one of slight concern once again.
"But seriously, you would tell me if i did something that didn't make you feel comfortable, right?" He murmured, stroking the hand he was still holding.
You nodded without hesitation.
"Of course, darling"
He flashed you a smile, leaning closer to give you a kiss on the forehead. Then he hugged you, holding you tightly and bent his face to your ear.
"Now shall we take a nice shower together?" he murmured with a smirk and you giggled, glancing at your phone, which had captured everything.
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username Y/n: "Lando I have to shower could you-" Lando: "Of course😘" Y/n: "...Could you go out?" Lando: "Oh🤨. Then no👹"
username please his beaten puppy face🥺😭
username he was so sad when he thought he couldn't shower with Y/n💔😭
username Lando is so sweet, he thought he did something wrong😭😭
username Y/n: “Can you please get out?” Lando: "I can... But like hell i'll do it😜"
username lmfao man really said "nuh uh you shower with me or you shower with me end of discussion"
username "you know i've banned you from showering without me" he took showering together to another level💀
username "can't i stay in the bathroom anyway?🥺" broke me fr
username please Y/n, tell me that you took that shower together to apologize, my boy was heartbroken
yourusername we did and he was very happy☺️💕
username not Lando comparing not showering with Y/n to being kicked out of the house💀
username i think he loves showering with her more than racing lol
username landonorris we need you to make a compilation of you pulling pranks on Y/n too🤭
landonorris i might think about that
yourusername you will never beat me💃
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