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Lando NorrisxWolff!reader
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A/n: This is going to be a multi-chapters, most of the chapters won't be social midia or something. It is going to 'follow' the 2023 F1 season. Reader is Toto's eldest child by a fictitious ex- first wife. I just watched Break Point, with is another sport Netflix docuseries from the same producing company that makes DST, and since then I have this idea of a prodigy tennis player reader.
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GQ 10 things Y/n Wolff can’t live without
“Hi GQ, I am Y/n Wolff and here are my essentials.” The young woman opens her arms looking at the objects displayed on the table, before looking up and smiling to the camera.
# Sugar
“My trainer may not agree. My coaches may not agree. My performance coach may not agree. My parents definitely don’t agree.” She points out, “But I need sugar.” The young woman brings to the centre of the table a small pile of sweets, a tall cup of caffeinated drink and a can of Red Bull, “I live of sugar and… sugary things…”
“My day starts with this lovely peppermint iced mocha sweetened with vanilla sugar… a ton of vanilla sugar.” Y/n laughs taking a sip of her drink “I am weirdly obsessed with mint and chocolate combinations…” She comments looking at the camera, “I drink perhaps two or three of those per day,” The young woman then places her hand over the top of the Red Bull can, most people who follow her already know that she is an athlete sponsored by Red Bull, “sugar-free Red Bull, which ironically is sweeter than the regular one.” She puts her hand on the pile of chocolates, “Milk-chocolate, I am not going to lie and say that I eat the healthy stuff, I don’t, I have the taste buds of a child,” the tennis player smiles mischievously at the camera, “right now I am really into this Finnish chocolate, Geisha and the blue Fazer, daddy always keep those in his offices for me.” She wrinkles her nose a little, giving the camera a lovely—childish—smile.
“Aero Mint bar, Chocolate Orange, Maltesers, Bounty, Kinder, truffles…I'm honestly starting to wonder how we managed to get through customs.” She laughs looking at her entourage behind the cameras. “This is like… a fraction of what I usually travel with, this is more like what I have in my bag for the day.”
#Photos
Y/n played a little with a golden square object in her hand.
“I travel a lot, I am on the road from January to November playing at tournaments around the world, so I can’t always be surrounded or in touch with the people that I love,” she says in a slightly more serious tone, taking the golden case in her hands and pressing the button to open, showing pile of polaroid photos, “those are mini Polaroids, so I can bring them with me wherever I go, I keep them inside this vintage cigarette case that belonged to my maternal grandmother, she was a absolute rockstar and I miss her very much.” The camera takes a close-up on the golden case with rope motif and small colourful stones. “As I don’t smoke, I had to find another use for it.”
The first photo she shows is five adults together, smiling around a table, in what appears to be a ski resort.
“I have a very patchwork family, and somehow the adults in my life made it work…which I am very grateful for, not everyone is lucky to have so many amazing parents…so here I have my mum and my two other mothers, Stephanie and Susie, papa and my other father, Phillippe,” the second photo is her with a boy not much younger than her, two teenage girls and a small child in front of a Christmas tree, “my siblings, I have four, I am the eldest whatever way you go, huge flex,” the photo is followed by one of a pyjama party with several girls in matching pyjamas, and another of the tennis player with a blonde in front of the Eiffel Tower, “My gurls! This is my best friend, she is also my PA… so amazing to have someone I trust so much with me all the time…” a golden cocker spaniel with a crystal necklace, silk bows in its ears and a Gucci sweater appears on the screen, “this is Éclair Wolff, my emotional support dog aka my child, she actually goes with me mostly everywhere, but sometimes I leave her with my mum so she won’t be stressed by the long flights.”
She points to the next three photos, the first has the Mercedes drivers in Tommy Hilfinger, posing for the photo. “Lew and Georgie, the adopted older brothers I never asked for, but I love them.” The second photo has three other familiar faces making faces at the camera, “C2, my Ferrari boys, feat Pear, there is something wholesome about good looking men looking so silly, I love those guys and I love this picture, it is very on brand with them.” The tennis player smiles at the camera. “Sharls, Carlitos and Pear are three of the nicest guys I have ever met, it is truly a blessing be able to call them friends and having them in my life.”
McLaren driver Lando Norris, in his third or fourth season, apparently not even realizing he was having his photo taken, it's a spontaneous photo, the soft sunlight highlighting the driver's profile as he smiles.
“Because of karting, I’ve known Lando since I was a head taller than him, he was my first crush…he was so shy, so adorable, so babygirl coded.” Y/n blushed a little as she shows the photo.
“I think most of the current grid is in here…oh, look, it’s Lance! Friends from life, from tennis…” She quickly changes showing another photo. “I think I easily have about sixty photos here..."
#Camera
“I don’t have a specific camera I like more than the others, but as a rule, I prefer vintage cameras just for the beauty of the final result, I inherited a few, I bought a few, I usually develop the photos when I'm at home for longer periods of time, edit the videos, digitalize a few…” She points to the cameras in front of her, a Bolex, a Digital Bolex, a very iconic Rolleiflex and a Super 8, “It is a very nostalgic experience to just go through a year worth of memories…” She says resting her face in her hand, “I have a hundred boxes with pictures and film rolls.”
“I love going through old pictures with my mom and Cass, my younger sister, from when we were babies, my parents in the 90’s, my mom when she was young, the wonderful life my grandparents lived, and is such a lovely moment to share with my mom.” Y/n has a soft smile on her lips. “One day, when I have my own kids, I want to have those moments with them, and not just scrolling through a phone or an iPad.”
#Journals
“I keep journals since I was a child, I get a new one every year,” She holds up the leather hardcover notebook, a deep indigo blue, a little worn around the edges, “after I turned thirteen years old, I started to get it in this specific shade of blue, with my initials in gold,” The girl opens the journal, leafing through it briefly, “I am never going to write an auto-biography, it’s kind of a little bit too egocentric to my taste,” She knocks it closed, but keeps it up, looking at the camera as she speaks , “but if someone ever write about me, fifty years from now… the facts will be straight, at least from my point of view… but even if no one ever writes about me… when I am old and grey and memory starts to fail me, I will be able to come back to the thoughts of twenty years old me…”
There is a moment of silence.
“That was kind of dark.” Y/n laughs to break the tension.
#Art Supplies
“I love to draw and paint, it eases the anxieties of life,” The tennis player shows the large sketchbook, a small aluminium case with the watercolours, and the rolling leather case with pencils and brushes, “I always bring a watercolour travel kit with my sketchbook wherever I go.”
She displays for the internet some of the landscapes she painted during her travels around the world.
#Hoodies
“I like to be comfortable after a match,” she spreads her arms across the perfectly folded hoodies on the table, “and nothing is more comfortable than a hoodie, feels a little bit like home.”
“I have my collection of hoodies with Adidas, they always provide me with new cool colours to try out and see if I want to add to the next collection,” Y/n opens sage green hoodie, running her hand over her initials and the Adidas logo. “Enchanté by Dani Ric, I have a bunch of those, Daniel is always kind enough to drop them at my house in Monaco, VIP treatment baby.” She points to the white hoodie. “Quadrant hoodies, Lando’s merch, ridiculously comfy, I would really like them in pastel colours or dusty rose… just putting out to the universe…” Y/n smiles and winks at the camera. “Valtteri, MV1… those all came with me for the US Open.”
#Skincare
“This is part of my daily routine.” The girl opens the toiletry bag, taking out the products inside, “I am always in different countries and different hotel rooms, so is nice to have this little sense of routine.”
She lines the pearlescent bottles with opaque round lids on top of the table.
“I launched Muse when I was seventeen years old, it is my skincare brand, and it is very me. I wanted it to be un-complicated and complete,” The young woman explains passionately looking at the camera, “skin is the body’s largest organ, and it is not only your face.” It affects the hair on your face, tucking it behind your ear before going back to the product bottles. “The line goes from body wash to suncream to night-time routine.”
#Travel Pillow
“If I mess up my neck and shoulder, I am f***ed, my match is over and possibly the tournament.” She holds up a medium-sized pillow to the camera, the pillowcase light pink silk with red buttonholes around the edges and her initials in the corner. “So, this baby goes with me everywhere, it is a memory foam pillow with a silk pillowcase. Best sleep, best hair.”
#Sport Gear
“I generalized here, sport gear, I travel heavy, always,” she points to the array of equipment on the table, “this is my racket, I go to each tournament with around ten of those, just in case I wreak one on the ground,” Y/n passes her hand over the racket, “those are custom Yonex Ezone 98, they made it in Mountbatten pink with some cool pattern and my initials,” she smiles as she pulls the helmet close to her chest, “my helmet, also custom Mountbatten pink, with my initials in rose, I love to try new karting tracks, most people don’t know I used to race karts when I was younger, won a couple of trophies, went as far as F3 before I choose to go pro with tennis, car racing is a huge thing in my family…my dad used to race, my stepmom was a driver, my little brother probably going to be a F1 driver,” she recounts with a smile, “I joked once with my dad that we are at a window that if I have a kid in the next year or two, in twenty years we can have a Wolff’s drivers line-up for Mercedes.” The young woman smirks to the camera. “My dad almost passed out, and now I am not allowed to date until I am thirty.”
#Headphones
“Those are custom made for me, again, they are Mountbatten pink and rose with my logo, super comfortable on the ears, I usually have problems with headphones due to the piercings and earrings, but these didn't give me any problems, they fit well, and I can spend the whole day wearing them." She takes the gadget out of the case, showing the details. “It's not wireless, because I always forget to charge it, so it has a wire, they made this lovely, thick cord that is durable and super resistant,” Y/n wraps the rope around her fingers, “it is noise cancelling and it is always with me before every match as an essential part of my pre-match rituals.”
“The right music kind of puts you in the right mood, I usually go with Eminem in 80% of my matches, I feel like it unleashes my inner fighter, these are matches where I'm not really worried about my opponent, it is just raw and a little bit thoughtless, I just play,” she comments, “when I know that my opponent is going to be hard on the mind games, which is not an uncommon move in tennis, I tend to listen to calmer and more melancholic music, piano, it keeps me in a more peaceful zone, I don’t get pumped up and full of adrenaline, my game tends to be far more calculated…”
#
“That’s it. Those were my ten essentials,” the young woman smiles, “thank you, GQ, for allowing me to share my essentials, much appreciated, and thank you guys for taking the time to watch it! Much love and see you next time!” The athlete says, blowing a kiss and winking to the camera as the credits shows up.
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userone
i was todays yrs old when i found out that tennis superstar Y/n Wolff is the eldest child of THE Toto Wolff
user1
From what little she talks about her dad here, u just get the vibes that Merce boss Toto is a softie girl dad, he keeps her favourite candy in his offices and forbids her to date until she’s thirty, this is so sweet
haterone
a billionaire’s nepo baby, talking about her millionaire friends and her unrelatable lifestyle and things
usertwo
Y/n’s hair is probably the healthiest hair i ever seen i need her hair routine
userthree
I am so obsessed with her career! I want to see her continue to succeed and be one of the biggest tennis players of all times. She deserves it. Such a talented, humble kid.
userfour
i loved hearing her talk about her family and friends!!! it is so crazy that she is close friends with a bunch of F1 drivers.
hatertwo
Not so crazy since she’s literally a f1 nepo baby, her daddy is part owner of Mercedes.
userfive
She's like that one super popular chick in school who's actually a total sweetheart.
usersix
I totally relate to her being a sweet tooth
@userseven
I love that she was not talking to the camera. She was actually talking to the people there behind the scenes
usereight
i love how a lot of these items are usually a stereotype of being pretentious—a vintage cartier cigarette case, a film camera, a leather bound custom hermes journal, art supplies--but she talks about all of them with such genuine interest and attachment that it doesnt seem pretentious at all
usereighteen
U r the one name dropping the brands she uses…
usernine
Her nicknames for Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz Jr and Pierre Gasly… I died dead…
user9
The fact that she’s gushing about lando and being so sweet about her childhood crush on him oml
user10
Omg it is so cuuute!!! Like, she had a crush on little Lando and not McLaren glow up Lando Norris
user11
I used to be so conflicted shipping her with the drivers, because she dates that tennis player, but her insta has a bunch of her and Charles and her and Pierre and her and Lance and it is so cute and kind of gives such soft vibes, those boys look half in love with her in most pictures, also ...the chemistry. but seeing the way she talks about Lando… they r my new diehard ship…
userten
Are we going to ignore that she confessed that Lando Norizz was her first crush???
user1
They would be so cute together… and they ate both single now… at the same time… we can dream…
user12
i went ten steps further and in my head, they are already getting married and having cute future Mercedes world drivers’ champions…
user13
Can we already dream of Lando at Mercedes???
usereleven
Ok… but didn’t Lando once commented like, very briefly, in a McLaren video, that he used to have a crush on a girl that used to go karting with him??? The girl who wore red ribbons in her hair… do you guys know who uses red ribbons in heir hair since she was an actual baby?? Y/n! There is a pic in her insta of her in a karting track with her dad, and she has red bows in her hair…
user11
Not gonna lie… It would be kinda of cute if they actually had a mutual childhood crush and then eventually end up together as adults…
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Sugar Daddy || FA14 x Reader
Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, sugardaddy!nando, age gap, degrading kink, praise kink, Nando’s being referred to as a naughty boy🤭, hair pulling, marking up, kitchen sex, no foreplay (I’m so sorry)
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She woke up, her whole body aching. She was laid naked on her chest, the sheets barely covering her
She blinked her eyes open before standing on the floor. She put on some panties and took his discarded shirt from the floor to pull over her.
She yawned as she walked into the Kitchen “Smells amazing” She said hugging Fernando from behind as he stood by the stove and cooked breakfast
“Thank you, corazon. Your gift’s on the table” She could hear his smile in his voice
Her head turned towards the table seeing her gifts. It had become a thing that, when they had fucked the night prior, he would always have gifts for her in the morning
“I love that I have to fuck your brains out so I’ll get presents in the morning” She walked over to the table as he transferred the eggs and bacon to plates
“No, I give you presents so you’ll fuck me” His hands placed on her hips as she opened the smallest one of the two boxes
It was a pair of Gucci sunglasses “It’s beginning to be summer, and I remember how you broke yours last year”
“Thank you, baby” She took the other box closer to her. She opened to to be met with a black Prada bag
“I didn’t have an excuse for that one, I just thought you’d like it” She turned around to face him
“I love it. Thank you, mi amor” She pulled him in by his neck to kiss him tenderly “Did you already eat?” She asked she tasted bacon on his lips
“Just a little piece” He said, smiling as his lips found their way to her jaw and down to her neck and throat
“You couldn’t wait for me? You naughty boy” He groaned against her skin at her words. His hands gripped her hips tighter as she backed them up into the kitchen counter
She pulled his lips off of her by pulling at his hair. The new position of his head gave her access to add more marks to the ones she left the night prior
“Fuck. Don’t you think you’ve left marks enough, baby?” He whimpered when she sank her teeth into his skin
“Are you complaining about me marking you up, making sure every fucking girl knows you’re not available?” He could only whimper at her words, bucking his hips into her stomach “What? Already getting needy?”
“Fuck, yes. I want you so bad, please” His heavy breath had turned into soft moans as the new found friction
“How do you want me, baby?” Her hands traveled down under his shirt, her hands roaming on his abdomen
No answer left his mouth. This was usual when he wanted her the way he wanted her right now “Oh, I see. You want me bend over the counter, don’t you?” He nodded “Naughty boy”
“Fuck. Yes, baby. I want to fuck you over the counter, please” He whimpered as her nails scraped his skin
“God, you’re such a naughty fucking boy” She said as his hands roamed her waist and abdomen
“Fuck, please. I want you to fuck me so bad” He whined, yet again bucking his hips into her stomach
“Take it fucking easy, Nando. We got all fucking day”
“I cannot fucking wait” His voice was needy and just below a whisper
“Then fucking bend me over, corazon” Her voice was dominant, and without hesitation, he turned them around so her front was against the counter top and his hardon was pressed against her ass
She looked over her shoulder. She bit her bottom lip and her eyes lingering on his hands which were working on his belt and zipper
“God, Nando. You’re slow when you’re needy” She chuckled as he finally got his cock out of his boxers
He pumped himself a few times before lifting her shirt up to her waist and pulled her panties to the side. They both moaned when he drew the tip of his cock through her wet folds
They both moaned louder as he pushed himself into her cunt, leaving just the tip in. He finally pushed all the way in
He started found at a slow pace, holding her hips. As he sped up so did their moans, getting louder and heavier
His hand gripped her hips tighter, slamming her back onto his cock. On of his hands went down to her cunt, starting to circle her clit
His action made her clench around him, sending him closer to his orgasm. The whole house was filled with their moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin
“Fuck, Nando. You fill me up so good, baby” She praised him “Making me feel so good” She could feel him twitch inside her as she spoke
“Fuck, corazon, I’m- fuck. I’m close” His thrusts were starting to get sloppy and his motions on her clit was getting out of rhythm
“Fucking cum for me, baby” Her words sent him over the edge and she soon followed. His hands shook as they went up and down her sides
He slipped out of her so they could gather themself and get their clothes properly on again
“I think our food is cold enough to eat now” She smirked kissing his cheek making him chuckle
“I think so too, corazon” He said as they sat down at the table to eat
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Bright Lights - Timothée Chalamet X Female Reader
Title: Bright Lights
Timothée Chalamet X Female Reader
Additional Characters: Zendaya (Mentioned), Denise Villeneuve (Mentioned), Cynthia: your manager (Mentioned), Jody: the interviewer, and your adoring fans (Mentioned)
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Warnings: Reader is mentioned wearing a dress, celebrity Reader, Reader is mentioned to have anxiety, nicknames, secret relationship, slightly suggestive, very small angst, and fluff
Your eyes were closed, your breathing slow and deep as you concentrated on your said breathing. You fiddled with the fabric of your attire, a black dress that you were wearing for the red carpet premiere of ‘Dune: Part 2.’ You had played the lead alongside Zendaya and Timothée - your boyfriend. Well, secret boyfriend. You both treasured privacy and liked to keep both your private life and life in the limelight separate. This had been something you both wanted, and so far it had been working out pretty well for the both of you.
Yes, there had been times when the tabloids would assume and make assumptions about the two of you; digging way too deep into the relationship and scrutinizing the simplest of paparazzi photos. It was stressful, as it was for any celebrity couple, but you both got through it; it helped to communicate and talk things out when one or the other was upset by anything. But you'd deal with all the stress and paparazzi over and over again if it meant that you were with Timothée. He made everything worth it.
Letting out one more breath, you flickered open your eyes and stepped out of the car as the door opened. The roaring and the screaming from the many, many fans seemed to be coming from everywhere as you stood up. They rushed to the rope, arms reaching out, holding things for you to sign or pictures to take. You gave them all your best smile, thanking them and signing as many autographs before you were sent to the carpet.
Going to your first interviewer, you gave the young woman a smile before she spoke, "Y/N, it is so lovely to meet you, my name is Jody, and I'd just like to start out by saying that I love your dress." She complimented, making your smile widen.
"Thank you! I love your outfit too." You replied, seeing Jodi was wearing a simple black suit. Clasping your hands before you, you held onto your bag tightly, feeling a little bit overwhelmed.
"Thank you!" She gushed before getting into the real questions, "Do you mind telling me who made this particular outfit tonight?"
Clearing your throat lightly, you spoke, "Well," You began thoughtfully, looking at your dress. "The dress was made for me by Valentino, and I just have to thank them for doing such an amazing job. I was stunned when I first saw it." You answered, “The jewelry and bag is Gucci, and my shoes are also Valentino.” Jody seemed impressed, nodding her head slightly before she went into her next question.
"How did you get cast into the movie, if you don't mind me asking?" She asked, and you felt yourself become more at ease.
"My manager called me up one day and told me that Denis wanted me to come in for auditions. Cynthia, my manager, never told me what it was for, though I did have a feeling that it might’ve been for the second Dune movie. But it seemed that I did a good job since I was cast." You let out a small laugh, and Jody gave you a smile and a nod, bringing the mic back over to her.
"So, Denis Villeneuve specifically asked you to be in his movie?" She asked, bringing the mic back over to you.
You nodded, shifting your weight slightly, "Yes, he had told me once when we were filming for ‘Dune: Part 2’ that he loved my work in the ‘Transformers’ series and ‘Barbie.’" Your lips quirked upwards into a grin. It was simply phenomenal working on the movie with Denis and the rest of the cast. And I feel very honored to have had the chance to be a part of this, honestly, groundbreaking movie."
"That's amazing, I love those movies, and I have no doubt you are incredible in this movie as well." Jody spoke, "So, I wanted to bring up a little something." Her words made your stomach twist unsurely, you knew what was coming, "There have been rumors that you and Timothée Chalamet are involved in some way, and I'd just like to ask if that rumor is true?"
You could feel your cheeks grow hot, as your eyes glanced down the carpet, seeing Zendaya and Timothée further down. You couldn't help but let your eyes wander over Timothée, wearing a black baggy top, and silver shiny pants. Zendaya wore an amazing robotic-eeque suit, which was mighty impressive. And Timothée looked absolutely handsome, the lights of the multiple cameras flashing as he smiled with Daya by his side.
You let out an awkward, breathy laugh, turning back to the interviewer, "Well, we're just really good friends. Timothée has been my biggest supporter through everything, the same goes for Zendaya, and I feel really lucky to have worked alongside them in this movie." You said as professionally as you could as Jody gave you and nodded in thanks before you were asked to go to your first mark.
Standing before the flashing cameras and paparazzi yelling out your name, you posed and looked at the many cameras as best as you could. Your eyes burned from the constant flashing but your smile never wavered. You had been doing this for a long time, so you were pretty used to it. You were snapped out of your thoughts though when you felt a familiar hand wrap around your waist. Your faux camera-ready smile quickly turned into a real one when you looked over to see Timothée, already looking down at you. His green eyes were soft as they took you in, and you felt yourself melt under his gaze as he gave you a soft, loving smile.
"Hi, Timmy," You greeted your boyfriend, leaning in more toward him subconsciously, hoping he could hear you over all of the people; you felt his grip on you tighten.
"Hello, mon amour," He muttered, his voice deep. His eyes flickered to the cameras, then back to you, "I've missed you," He then said, and you looked up at him once more, giving him a smirk with a small tilt of your head as your eyes glanced from his eyes, to his hair, and back. You had to suppress the urge to run your fingers through his hair. But, you know that you'd have him all to yourself after the premiere was over.
Timothée was feeling ever-so-much the same, the urge to just lean down and kiss you was strong. His hands itched to pull you close, press against your body, and kiss every inch of skin that you could offer until the world fell away. But Timothée had to hold off on doing anything of the sort. He felt his smile widen, his eyes gazing from your eyes, the soft slope of your nose, and down to the smile on your face. He loved your smile. Your smile was breathtaking. He couldn't believe that he was dating you. You. He was so in love with you. He felt so lucky to get to wake up and see you beside him, to share his moments with you, to just be with you. He had no difficulty imagining spending the rest of his life with you.
"We saw each other no more than four hours ago, Timmy," You laughed lightly, breaking him from his thoughts of you as you felt your cheeks heat up from his intense gaze.
Timothée only returned your smirk, “And I’ve been missing you the moment we left the hotel," He turned back to face the cameras, looking like a complete natural. You felt your heart skip a beat at his comment, admiring the way he looked as he smiled at the cameras. You were so proud of him. You felt his hand tighten once more on your waist, his thumb brushing against the soft fabric as he waved to the many cameras with his other hand, "I'll see you inside?" He asked, and you gave him a nod.
"As always," You watched as he looked down at you once more before slipping his arm from your waist and taking your hand in his. Raising your hand to his lips, Timothée kept his beautiful green eyes locked on yours as he pressed a lingering kiss to the back of your hand; leaving you breathless. Reluctantly, he let go, your hand dropping back to your side as he headed to his mark. He got his kiss, and you got yours.
Letting out a happy sigh, you knew there were going to be rumors, tabloids, and whatever else talking about what had transpired but you didn't care. You were just content with having Timothée with you tonight, even for a little while. You could still feel the warmth that his arm had left, and it gave you butterflies in your stomach. You knew when this was all over, you’d be with him again, cuddled in your hotel room, and you couldn’t wait.
Finally, you made it inside the theater, finding Timothée and sitting down beside him. He quickly turned his head when he felt you sit down, giving you that stunning smile of his. You returned the gesture happily, your heart swelling at just the sight of him. As the lights dimmed and the many celebrities around hushed, you felt Timothée's hand land on your thigh; your hand swiftly moved over to cover his. You bit your lip lightly as you let the soft pad of your thumb brush over his knuckles, he then interlocked his fingers with yours just as the film began to play. The intro music echoed throughout the theater, and the first scene began to play out.
How did you get so lucky?
Around more than halfway through the movie, your eyes began to droop. Your head fell to the side and landed on Timothée's shoulder. You tried to fight it, you really did, but you were tired and slightly overwhelmed by the paparazzi and flashing cameras. Timothée turned his head slightly, his nose brushing the crown of your head, a small smile on his face as he gently squeezed your hand.
"I'll wake you when it's over," He whispered to you, gently rubbing his thumb against your wrist, and you hummed quietly in response, "Go to sleep, sweetheart."
You slowly nodded, letting your eyes flutter close. How did he get so lucky?
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When you opened your eyes, you frowned deeply, confused. You sat on your bed, phone in hand, on Tumblr. You looked around your hotel room, saw your TV playing some YouTube video, your clock on your bedside table read ten in the morning, and the sun was sitting high in the sky outside. You felt your shoulders drop, a deep breath falling out between your lips. You dropped your phone onto the mattress, rubbing your tired eyelids with the palms of your hands before you looked around your bedroom.
You were a bit confused, not remembering how you got into bed in the first place. You shut your eyes as you tried to remember the night before, remembering the premiere, but the memories from that event were blurry. It was hard to tell if you actually went to the premiere or if it was all a dream. Such large and public events were a bit stressful for you, and you often had to sleep the overwhelming sense of anxiety away before you could function properly.
But as you opened your eyes, you brought your gaze to the closet door, you spotted the garment bag that hung there; you could see your tan dress inside through the sheer fabric of the bag. Sweeping your gaze back around your room again, you spotted Timothée’s black premiere shirt draped over the hotel room chair; his black shoes were next to your heels by the closet. You sighed heavily, running your hands through your hair. It wasn't a dream, you had gone to the premiere. You knew that your anxiety sometimes caused you to forget details from these big and stressful events, and the more you sat there, the more you began to remember the events of the night before.
Letting out a small sigh of relief, you turned your attention to the other side of your bed, frowning slightly as Timothée wasn't there. Before you got out of bed to get ready for the day, your eyes spotted a small pink sticky note on Timothée's bedside table. Reaching over, you pulled the sticky note from the wooden surface, your small frown turning upside-down at the sight of Timothée's handwriting.
'I got a call from my manager, I didn't want to disturb you. Ordering breakfast whenever you’re ready. Forever yours, T.'
Kicking off the hotel covers, you felt your stomach rumble at the mere thought of food. With a smile, you jumped from the bed and slipped out of the room, your eyes immediately spotting Timothée as he lightly paced around the main area of the hotel suite, phone to his ear as he spoke to his manager. You leaned against the doorway, crossing your leg over the other, your arms crossing as you smiled; watching as Timothée's eyes darted to where you stood, his expression changing instantly as he gave you a second glance.
His face softened as soon as you smiled at him, pausing his pacing, unable to look away from you. Timothée finished whatever he was saying to his manager before hanging up the phone and walking towards you, "Good morning, mon amour," He greeted, stopping in front of you as he tucked your hair behind your ear and cupped your cheek with one of his hands, dipping down slightly to press a loving kiss to your lips, "Sleep well?"
You hummed softly, nodding your head, "Very much so, yes." You replied, pressing your hand against his hand on your cheek, his skin warm and soft under your fingertips.
He chuckled softly, pulling away from your touch and taking your hand in his, leading you backward into the suite. "Ready for breakfast then?"
"Absolutely," You nodded, your chest warming from the overwhelming happiness and adoration that you were feeling, "I'm starving."
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love potion (sweetheart!george x reader fluff)
george's gf gets a new perfume and he's obsessed. short and sweet. day 2 of valentine's week. enjoy <3
you drop your bag onto the desk before you slide into your seat. yawning, you pull your textbooks and pencil case from the bag, taking out a pen and tapping it against the front of your exercise book while you wait for the rest of the class and the teacher to file in.
well, while you wait for one specific person to walk in. it doesn't turn out to be a long one, though; luckily - and characteristically, you suppose - he's on time.
“i recognise that rhythm, you little thief,” george's smile is audible as he walks behind you to get to his own seat, and a big one appears on your own face at the sound of his voice. he winks at you as he stands and pulls his books from his bag, and you can't help but grin. “sorry for making you sit through band practice for so long on saturday that you memorised my drum part, baby.”
“s'ok. i like watching you play,” you turn in your chair as george sits next to you, leaning on the back of your seat and looking adoringly at him. “i think it's hot.”
your boyfriend smirks at you, shuffling his chair closer to yours and slinging an arm around your shoulders. “i think you're hot. morning, angel,” he leans in to kiss your cheek, but snaps back to look at you almost as soon as his lips meet your skin, eyes wide. “what is that?”
“what's what? have i gone patchy?” your brow furrows, and you rifle in your blazer pocket for the compact mirror you know you picked up before you left for school. strange - you thought you'd done a decent job with your makeup, for a monday morning. “seriously, g, is there something weird going on with my face? tell me, please.”
he doesn't answer, just closes his eyes slowly and lightly nods the way he does when he's processing.
it makes you panic. “george!”
your boyfriend jumps. “hmm? nah, you're gorgeous. sorry, angel, what i mean is… what's that smell?” george practically shoves his whole face into your neck and inhales deeply. you giggle, slightly nervous of being caught engaging in pda, and gently shove him off you; he sits back and smiles at you, eyes dazed. “did you get new perfume, or something?”
“oh,” you touch your neck almost self-consciously, nails grazing the pulse point you'd spritzed onto just under an hour ago. “yeah, when i went into manchester with mum yesterday. gucci.”
“ooh, posh,” he smirks, laughing when you elbow him and leaning back in his seat quite attractively. “smells amazing, though. i really like it.”
“yeah?”
george nods. “yeah,” he sits up again, nuzzling into you and inhaling the fragrance a second time. “gonna stay like this for the rest of the day, thanks. maybe for the rest of time, in fact.”
you giggle. “you're an idiot, babe.”
“only cos you're irresistible,” george takes a final sniff of your perfume before moving to sit properly. “you and that perfume. gonna be a struggle keeping my hands off you all day.”
“nah,” you ruffle his hair. “ the novelty'll wear off soon. you’ll be fine.”
oh, how wrong you are.
that first class - the only one you actually have with george today - is fine, albeit your boyfriend constantly leaning closer to you “just so i can see the board without that guy’s massive head in the way, babe”, despite him never having complained about an obstructed view before. you don't say anything, just nod and bite back your grin and do your best to focus on your work; easier said than done, when george’s lips are only inches from your own. if you just turned your head…
jesus. what is up with the two of you?
he does kiss you, though, when the bell rings at the end of class. that in itself isn't unusual - despite your aversion to pda, you know everyone's too busy rushing to shove everything back in their schoolbags and make it to next period to be looking at you and george - but you do let yourself linger against his lips for a little bit longer than usual before pulling away.
actually, it's george who breaks the kiss first. “you're trying to kill me, aren't you?” he breathes, helping you up from your seat and wrapping you into a hug. “wearing that perfume, kissing me like that. and here i thought you were a nice girl.”
you laugh, leading him towards the door. “well, babe, you know what they say - always the quiet ones.”
“yeah,” george hugs you again when you reach the corridor; you giggle when he, yet again, deliberately takes a breath of your perfume. “see you later, angel. don't miss me too much.”
“i should be saying that to you!” you scoff, ruffling his hair. “bye, baby.”
you pass your boyfriend again an hour later, on opposite sides of the art corridor. a cheeky grin appears on his face when he spots you from a few feet away, and judging by the warmth in your cheeks you reckon there's a flush forming on yours. it's busy, two parallel currents of people coursing up and down to their respective next classes, but george still takes a second to lean over and kiss your head when you get near enough to each other. “you smell amazing!” he shouts, as you separate again.
“oh my god, stop it!” you call back, elbowing your suddenly-hysterical friends and turning to walk even faster towards the languages department. george’s laugh is audible, even as you move; he shuts up abruptly, though, and you hear (in quick succession) a bashing noise, your friends’ giggles turning to gasps, and the stern voice of the head of art. you're too far away to hear what she’s saying, but it can't be anything good. you wince. “someone tell me what just happened. i can't look.”
“i think,” jodie's shoulders are shaking, a telltale sign of her trying to keep from laughing. “george might have just walked straight into the door because he was too distracted by you, and miss malone's giving him shit for it.”
“what?!”
“and yet,” saira smirks. “he's still trying to look back at you.”
you shake your head, trying your best not to smile. “idiot boy.”
and you're sure to call george that to his only slightly bruised face at 3pm, when he swans out of the music corridor doors towards you, waiting with folded arms, cocked hip, and knowing smirk. you pull him into a hug. “i can't believe you walked into a fucking door.”
“don't you fucking start,” george groans, doing his best to lean down and hide his face in your hair for a second, before leading you towards the gates. “s'your fault i did it, anyway. and also that i fucked up in double music.”
“oh, piss off, it was not my- wait,” you stop dead in your tracks, turning round to gawk at your boyfriend. “did you just say you fucked up in music?”
he frowns, only speeding up his walking to the point he's less holding your hand than dragging you behind him down the street. your jaw drops. “you fucked up in music. you? george daniel? you fucked up?”
“if you mention it to literally anyone, i'm never giving you a lift anywhere ever again.”
you kiss his cheek. “alright. i'm sorry, baby. but… how?”
george sighs. “kept falling out of time because i got distracted thinking about your new perfume.”
“you being serious?”
“dead,” he nods. a tiny smile appears on his pretty face. “teacher kept asking me if i was ill. that's how bad it was.”
“oh my god,” you sling his arm over your shoulder, looking up at him with a grin. “maybe you are. maybe you're having some weird allergic reaction to it, and it's giving you brain fog.”
“but then why would i want to keep snuggling with you?”
you shrug. “seeking comfort because you're poorly? i don't know.”
“hmm, you could be right. maybe i am ill,” george ponders. without warning, he turns you in towards him and begins pressing kisses all over your face and making you giggle. “i think i'm lovesick.”
you shove your bag further up your shoulder and wrap your arms around george's neck. “god, how awful. what's the cure?” you sigh dramatically.
he grins, one of the shit-eating variety. “a snog from my girl.”
“oh, i think we can manage that,” you lean up on your tiptoes and press your lips to your boyfriend's, sighing into his mouth when his tongue traces your lower lip. george’s kisses always leave you dazed, and this is no exception - he has to hold your hips to keep you from wobbling too much when you break apart, breathing heavily. “wow. you cured?”
“nah, think i need a second dose when we get back to mine,” george smiles. “once my homework's done, that is.”
your eyes widen. “ok, maybe you are actually genuinely ill.”
“i'm serious!” george tugs you onto his street. “get all the distractions out the way first, so i can focus on what really matters: snogging you.”
“right,” you nod, biting your lip so you don't laugh, as george digs around his pockets for his house key. he kisses your cheek as he ushers you inside, and you preen at the sweet gesture. “well, we'll see how much we get done, babe.”
“all of it. i'm determined. even chemistry.”
you kiss his head as he bends to unlace his shoes, unconvinced he’ll have the willpower. “sure, sweetheart, whatever you say.”
for the second time in a day, though, you're proven wrong. george powers through his work in a couple of hours, sliding everything off his bed once he's finished with the most smug face you think you've ever seen. “time for my lovesick meds, i think.”
“alright. but you better not be thinking about me in one of those slutty nurse halloween costumes,” you say, getting up from the bed to grab something from your bag.
there's a muffled noise from behind you, which you figure is george face-planting into a pillow. “well, i am now,” he sighs, leaning round to look at you, and sits bolt upright when he sees you spritzing perfume onto your wrists and neck. “is that…?”
“it is,” you wander back over to the bed, climbing onto your boyfriend's lap and resting your arms on his shoulders. his make do with rubbing your thighs through your tights. “your favourite.”
george smiles. “nah,” before you can even react, he flips the two of you so you're lying beneath him. “you're my favourite. i love you.”
“i love you,” you pout your lips, and george takes the hint. he kisses you, long and slow and sloppy, teeth pulling at each other's lips, tongues licking into each other's mouths, hands trailing and cupping and squeezing and caressing, brains getting hazier by the second as the oxygen leaves and the dopamine sets in. you gasp when you feel his lips move across your jaw and down your neck, pressing soft kisses before settling on a recently-discovered spot that drives you mad, while his deft fingers work to remove your tie and unbutton the top buttons of your blouse - he pulls the fabric aside slightly and continues to trail kisses down, soaking up the drip trail of your perfume and gently biting when he reaches the edge of your bra. softly moaning, you card your fingers through his hair. “george.”
quick as a flash, he's hovering over you again, stroking your cheek. “you alright, angel? is there something you want?”
“yeah,” you breathe, twisting to kiss the tip of his thumb - and savouring the way his breath catches in his throat - before smiling your sexiest smile. “close the door.”
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-ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝔾𝕚𝕣𝕝-
parings - jennaortega x fem!reader
summary - after a long day of hard work, you remind jenna of who she belongs to (r being extra simpish of j)
warnings - strap-on sex, oral, gagging, semi-public sex, possessive behavior, p in v, anal
an - greek, i love you so. Enjoy this masterpiece of a request
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Jenna was beautiful, a work of art really.
Whatever higher power that created her, you need to meet and thank them with the upmost respect; you owed them.
She was sculpted to perfection, like a Michelangelo composition that has only been unraveled by you. Her skin was gorgeous, a blank, tanned canvas waiting to be bitten and kissed upon by your lips, and only your lips.
Jenna was yours, your private display of modern art, like a lost Leonardo da Vinci portrait that is stowed away from the public eye. She was all for you; to love, to care for, to enjoy.
She was so easy to ogle at, to drool over. Her complexity was so alluring that you didn’t even care that the paparazzi and her fans have a frenzy over her every waking day; it didn’t matter when you got to witness every inch of her.
Jenna was currently at the Golden Globes, dressed in a nude, Gucci wrap-dress that showed off her defined abs and eye-catching curves. She looked divine, a wonderful Picasso painting that just screamed to be idolized and looked at; she was beautiful, she was yours.
You had stayed home, per her request to keep you out of the camera’s flashes and your anxiety within large crowds; it was better that way. You preferred to watch her on TV, it was a more private way to essentially ‘simp’ over your elusive girlfriend.
You have been dating Jenna for awhile now, almost two and a half years to be exact. The time spent with her was glorious for you, she was the light in your darkness, the smile that made you feel all giddy inside; she was perfect.
“She looks absolutely gorgeous, don’t you think?” The Golden Globes interviewer quipped as the cameras focused on Jenna’s entrance, “I don’t know how she always looks so amazing!”
“Because she is from another world” you would always say. In your mind, she was: she was most likely a fallen angel from heaven, though sometimes her attitude could be picked out of the depths of hell. Either way, she was incredible, and so so divine.
“Her work on Wednesday was wonderful!”
“She really went all out with that dance.”
“Jenna Ortega rose to popularity so quickly, how did she do it?!”
You wanted to yell, to scream at the top of your lungs from your apartment balcony that she was just so damn ethereal and flawless, but that would would wake your grumpy neighbor from two doors over and you do not want to get into an argument with him again.
You checked your watch, squinting to see that the time was 7:30 PM; Jenna would be home very soon, just in time for your surprise.
See, as much as you loved to innocently admire her, you also loved to do it sexually. One of the many few perks of dating her, is that only you get to enact those intimate moments that people only get to dream of doing with her. You had been gazing and getting silently turned on from seeing her on the carpet, her aura always does things to you.
Hence why you had gone out of your way to get the strap-on, wear it, and wait for her to return home so you could relax her in the best possible way; fucking all the stress out of her.
The lock on the front door clicked, causing your head to turn to your open bedroom entrance to wait and see if she would walk in. Jenna’s heels clicked on the hardwood, slowly getting louder as she approached your shared bedroom.
Soon she walked in view, finding your eyes in a few seconds and a small smile making its way onto her face in that time. She came forward, walking around to your side of the bed and greeting you with a gentle hug.
“Hello, my love.” You murmured, pulling back to give her a sweet kiss.
She had changed out of her Globes dress, now wearing an adidas hoodie and sweats set, yet she still looked flawless. One of the greatest things you enjoyed about Jenna, is that she looked beautiful in literally anything; from wearing a mouthwatering dress, to being in lounge clothes, she was gorgeous.
“Hi.” She said, a noticeable etch of tension in her voice.
“You okay?” You asked, already knowing she was going to talk about how tired and overworked she felt.
“I’m feeling a bit insipid, but other than that i’m great.” She stated, stepping in between your legs as you sat on the edge of the bed, “How’re you doing?”
“I’m alright; you looked lovely in that dress.”
Jenna giggled, music to the soul, and her eyes closed as her lips upturned into a smile. A faint blush coated her cheeks at your words, and she leaned in closer to you, resting her head below your chin.
“Thank you, i’m glad you liked it.”
“I was still a tad jealous other people got to see you in it, but woe is me.”
“Oh stop it!” Jenna scolded, pulling back to playfully glare at you, “You know I would never do anything to provoke your insecurities.”
You smirked, standing up and backing her into one of the large windows that decked out in your bedroom. Usually the blinds would be closed, but you wanted the moonlight to shine into your sleeping space and create a wonderful glowing look on your bed, hence why they were open.
“I’m not insecure.” You mumbled, your face pressing into Jenna’s neck as you left little kisses on her skin, “I know who I belong to.”
Jenna hummed, shivering under your touch as your hand slipped under her shirt and traveled up her stomach to feel her ribs. Her skin was soft and warm, buzzing under your fingertips as she got all hot and bothered.
Her hand trailed down, feeling the large strap under your pants. A small smirk came onto her face as she slowly fell to her knees, her hands going to untie your sweats.
“Who do I belong to? Can you tell me?” You asked softly, watching her pull the strap out.
“Me, you’re mine and that is that.” She responded quickly before opening her mouth and taking the toy in. Immediately she began to deep throat the strap, a noticeable bulge appearing in her throat.
You sighed, watching her work for a moment before grabbing the back of her head and thrusting the fake cock deeply into her throat. She gagged, tears appearing as you restricted her airflow.
“I belong to you, I know that.”
You took her by her hair and pulled her off, kissing her forehead as you helped her stand back up.
“Mine.” She murmured, kissing your lips with a passionate force.
“Is that so?”
Suddenly, you gripped her by the hips and turned her around, pressing her against the glass so she couldn’t move. Your hand ran over her clothed bottom, watching as her hot breath spanned out over the cold window.
“Jenna, I think I need to show you, who you below to.” You said, pulling at the hem of her shirt and slowly sliding it up her body.
“W-why’s that?” She questioned, her back arching slightly as you tossed her shirt aside.
“Well after seeing you prance around in that dress, I feel like you just need a little reminder.”
Your thumb slipped into her pants, pulling the sweats down as she lifted her legs to help you get them off of her. She had forgone undergarments and was now completely naked, awaiting your needed touch.
“Wait Y/N.” The small panic in her voice made you pause your own undressing, looking up to see her staring down to the street below, “Babe, what if people see us.”
You chuckled, returning to discard your pants and shirt while adjusting the strap around your waist. Once satisfied, you gripped Jenna by her hips and leaned over her, your mouth by her ear.
“Then they get a lovely show.” You whispered before pushing a few inches inside of her.
A guttural moan escaped from her throat, her head falling forward to rest against the cool surface of the window. Carefully, you worked yourself into her, eliciting small huffs and whines from the both of you. She was tight, very very tight, and the tension in her body was not making it easy for you.
“Oh, you are so stressed baby..” You cooed, pressing your lips to her exposed shoulder, “I’ll fuck all of that tension away.”
She nodded rapidly, sighing in satisfaction when you began to slowly pump into her. It would take a lot of effort for you to get all of the days workload out of her, but you had enough energy and Jenna was tough, you both could do it.
Your hips met hers at a moderate pace, thrusting back and forth as you gently stretched her out enough for her to actually be ready to be fucked properly. Her plush walls gave in, the muscles relaxing and complying with you as she finally was prepared.
“Such a pretty girl.” You hummed before speeding up your pace.
Jenna moaned, a proper sound that was meant to come from her vocal cords. Her body pressed back into yours, her hands pushing her chest back from the glass. You didn’t like that, and gently took her by the back of her neck and guided her to her previous position.
“Stay, I want people to see how well you get fucked.” You stated before continuing your assault on her pussy.
Your hips went forward and back, repeating the motion over and over again while your hand worked on her clit. You pressed and kneaded, attacking the bundle of nerves while Jenna moaned out your name; music to your ears. She was tightening now, her velvety cavern squeezing the strap as she neared her first orgasm of the night.
“Y/N!” She moaned out, her hands clenching as she came hard onto the toy.
You smiled, gently pumping in and out as she relaxed and calmed down. Your hand slid up to her hair, pulling it slightly as you filled her up again.
“You did so good, my love.” You said to her, your hips slowly speeding up again, “Let’s see how long you can last tonight.”
Jenna whimpered, tears coating her eyes as overstimulation washed over her. Her brain was betraying her; she wanted you out but at the same time, she wanted you farther in, deeper inside of her. Coherent thoughts were not proceeding correctly, all she knew is that you were fucking her good.
Her back arched as you pulled on her hair, creating a better angle for you to plunge deeper into her. The strap was a custom order that you and her designed, its length almost 9 inches and its girth relatively big. There were fake veins and bumps on it that made it the perfect toy for you both to enjoy, no matter who was wearing it.
“Honey..” You called out, pressing down harshly on the bulge in her stomach, which elicited a cry from her, “Can I do something special for you?”
She nodded, her head drooping and weak from all the pleasure you were giving her. Your hand left her hand and slid back down to her waist, cupping one of her cheeks. Your thumb slipped in between both, pulling one aside to reveal her tight hole.
You had both done anal all but twice, and both were very odd experiences. The first time was planned, she had suggested it when you two wanted to expand out of your vanilla phase. It was enjoyable, both for her and for you as she had insisted on taking turns of who would be wearing the strap that night.
The second time was on accident, a very funny experience. It was dark, and you two were attempting to get a quick fuck in your closet before your guests arrived for dinner. Jenna was squirming and impatient, which caused her to literally ‘miss’ and instead shove the strap into your ass. Don’t mistake her though, she went along with it almost immediately.
“Relax for me, daring.” You mumbled, pressing your thumb against her hole and pushing it inside.
She groaned, naturally pushing back against you as a known reflex. Her hips rocked left and right, slowly taking your digit inside of her. That’s how you taught her to do it, slow and steady was the safest and easiest option.
“Cum for me Jenna, I know you want to.” You said to her as she clenched down, her juices coating the strap at your request.
“Fuck…” She mumbled, her breathing heavy and hot, “That was-.”
Her sentence was cut off by the strap slowly pushing inside of her, not giving her a second to compose herself. Her hole was being stretched and opened for you to abuse and plow into, and the way her body seemed to reactively let you in told you that it was time to get rid of some of that unwanted stress.
“C’mere love.” You called to her, pulling her backwards with you until you were both sat on the edge of the bed.
The strap was now buried inside of her, hitting all the desired places. She was breathing in a familiar pace to calm herself, letting her body slowly relax into you. Your hands went around to her front, one going down to slip your fingers between her folds and the other reaching up to squeeze one of her nipples.
“Ride me Jenna, you know what to do.”
Carefully, her hips began to rock back and forth, creating a simple rhythm that she followed to please herself. On her forward rocks, you pushed your fingers deeper inside of her until they were knuckle deep, feeling her soft walls encapsulate them.
“Ohh god!” Jenna moaned loudly, now bouncing on your strap as a means to chase her third high.
“Damn you are so irresistible.” You murmured into her neck, now kneading her whole breast with your hand, “I love having you like this.”
She whined, clenching on your fingers as she rode her desires through. Your hips were now gently thrusting up into her, helping her feel more impaled on the fake phallus. Her voice cried out your name, her third orgasm hitting her hard as she squirted on your fingers.
“Atta girl.” You praised, kissing her sweaty shoulder while removing your fingers and popping them into your mouth, “You taste good.”
Jenna laughed weakly, twitching on top of you as a reminder to eventually remove yourself from her. You kissed her skin again before carefully standing up with her and slowly pulling out of her, mumbling praises as she whined in discomfort.
“You good?” You asked softly as she leaned her back against you, her legs shaky.
“Yeah, I’m great.” She replied, turning her head back and up so she could receive a kiss.
You hummed against her lips, a small smile on both of your faces while you held each other. You pulled back for a moment, gazing down at her face in wonder.
“I love you, Jenna Ortega.”
She snorted, rolling her eyes before kissing you again softly.
“I love you, Y/N.”
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The now married Euphoria actress brought a child into the world in late 2021 with beloved Harry Styles. The two were linked back in 2017 after fans spotted Y/N at Harry’s New York show with friends. Ever since then, they got married and had a child together.
Though just earlier last year Y/N’s pregnancy leaked and took the world by storm. The public went truly insane at her private information. News outlets, social media, magazines. You name it and most likely they were talking about Y/N and her musician partner.
“Well…when my pregnancy was leaked it sort of took a toll on Harry.” Y/N explains. “He felt defeated that he couldn’t protect that information. We both really wanted the pregnancy to be quiet and private but it turned out to be the opposite.”
Paparazzi had followed Y/N all around Malibu until they captured photos of her pregnant. Almost immediately they released the photographs and very quickly the news took over the world.
In response Harry filed complaints against the media companies and won his cases. Suing paparazzi made a whole other wave on the internet, yet the couple decided to ignore the talk and carry on with their lives.
Being just recently married, Y/N talks about spending her honeymoon at a private villa in Italy. “It was a dream come true. Marrying the love of my life then honeymooning to our favorite place, Italy.”
The As It Was singer discusses in an interview with Howard Stern, he and Y/N met at a bar in Positano Italy. He goes on to say he felt like she was too cool for him which I bring up to Y/N who laughs nodding. Now we know who Cinema is about.
Getting married secretly was a thing Y/N had always wanted. She hated the idea of paparazzi or fans finding out where their wedding was being held so Styles hired about thirty security guards who guarded their wedding venue, Addington Palace.
“We held our wedding in London because it meant a lot to Harry. He told me he’s always dreamed of getting married in London since he was little.” Y/N explains biting her lip most likely suppressing a smile.
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17: Chanson Triste
Lando Norris x OC (Violet Sinclair)
same group friend, unrequited love, acquittances to lovers, ski trip, love triangle, life as lovers
Warnings: death, cemetery, angst
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I knew I was going to be in the mouth of everyone. Dating him, a well known driver in Europe that drives for the second most famous team of the world, would mean that my social media would be full of notifications, of people sending requests of following, of attempts of messages. I knew that once we landed back in London, people would recognize us and follow us.
But I have to love the present. I have to keep being who I am, I can't show a weakness because they would be attacking it immediately. If I want to be with Lando, I have to fight against the odds to make them see that I don't care what people say about me.
“I don't want to leave tomorrow…” I sighed, laying on the bed and looking through the window, observing the pyramids.
“Me neither” I heard him sigh, laying on his side and kissing my arm. “Maybe we can stay some more days…”
“You know we can't” I sighed looking at him, smiling weakly. “My worry is growing and I need to see Eloise. I'm really worried, she's not answering my texts or calls…”
“Did you call her parents too?” he smiled weakly, rubbing my back softly.
“They decline my calls…” I whisper, sadly. “I just… What if she's really mad at me because I chose to stay with you instead of talking with her? I mean, I did explain to her why I did that, what happened… But she didn't answer, just left me on read”
“It will be okay, love” Lando sighed, kissing my shoulder. “You want me to go with you? So we can talk with her and explain to her…”
“I don't know, I think I want to do it alone” I smiled weakly. “We have to talk, many things have happened since last time I saw her and I just want to have some time alone with her”
“I understand” he nodded, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me to his chest.
“You are the best” I smiled, kissing his lips softly, cupping his jaw with my hand. “You know, I think we broke the internet some days ago”
“Oh, yeah. I know” he laughed, making me smile when I felt his chest move with his laugh. “My manager texted me saying that people just went crazy, kinda”
“I just… I don't want to be like those girlfriends that are models and influencers” I said. “I mean, they are perfect. Every time I talked with some of them I felt like an outlander, kinda. They just dressed with important brands like Gucci, Dior, Tommy Hilfiger… and the most expensive clothing I have is a dress I bought for a gala in the museum, and it's nothing compared to what they wore”
“I know you are not like them, Violet” he said, kissing my head. “And that's what I love about you. You are natural, careless. You are like a breath of fresh air for me, really. You keep my feet in the ground”
“That's cute” I smile looking up at him. “I just… I guess I want to be worth it? Yesterday I read some of the comments of the posts and they kept repeating that finally there's a girlfriend that is not famous. Like, I'm normal, I guess. Not an influencer, not an athlete, not a model”
“And that's perfect, really” he smiled.
“But that made them think that I want you for your money” I smiled weakly. “I mean, if they say that, I can just take a screenshot of my bank account and show the money I have. But that's not what I was saying…”
“I just imagined you posting on Instagram that screenshot with a caption like… I'm not poor, I have a job. Go mind your own business” he interrupted me laughing, making me laugh too.
“You and I both know that I'm capable of doing that” I laugh. “But what I was saying! Why are they so determined to say that every girlfriend is with their partner just because of money and fame? Why can't they think that it is because of something else, like love?”
“Because… I don't know” he sighed, brushing my hair with his fingers. “I guess they want drama, gossip. They think that a love story is not dramatic or important for a driver. They just want to make and believe their own narrative and take things out of context”
“That kinda sucks” I whisper.
“It does, yeah…” he sighed. “But I don't care about what they think. I only care that after every race I'll have someone waiting for me. I made many mistakes before, like letting them get in my mind and make me push away people that cared for me. I won't make the same mistake again, I will fight for us”
“I love you, Lando” I smiled, hugging him tight.
“Tomorrow I will take you to a place before we leave” he said. “So I want you to take that white dress you bought the other day at the market”
“Are you going to propose?” I laughed. “Isn't that a little soon? I don't know, wait for next year maybe. We have been dating for a week!”
“No, silly!” he laughed. “But I'll keep that in mind”
“Idiot” I laughed softly.
He just held me, both of us watching the pyramids before falling asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning, after I woke up I grabbed my phone, checking if I had any answer from Eloise. But like the last few days, I didn't have messages from her.
“I'm sure she's fine, Violet” I heard Landon whisper, kissing my shoulder.
“It's just… I feel something is wrong. We never have been this long without talking. I just want her to send me whatever…” I whispered.
I heard Lando sigh and wrapping his arms around me tightly, making me take a deep breath and close my eyes, getting comfortable in his arms.
The next morning he woke me up, peppering soft kisses all over my shoulders and neck, rubbing his hand over my back in soft circles. His smile was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes, making me answer him the same way.
“Good morning, beautiful” he whispered, making me chuckle softly and hide my face on his bare chest, pressing a soft kiss on his skin. “Ready to do one last visit?”
“Mhm” I nodded, wrapping my arm around him.
We just got up and while the room service came with our breakfast, we put out clothes back in the suitcases, making sure they were ready and sent to the reception so we don't have to come back before leaving.
I looked at the white dress, smiling. I have no idea what he wants to do, where are we going now. But somehow I was excited about it, I was excited because I saw him excited about being in this place. I'm excited because he was so interested in things I like. He looked at me with a smile while he nodded, paying attention to everything I explained to him. And it made me fall even more for him, if that was possible.
“You ready?” he smiled, watching how I tied my hair on a braid after hanging my bag on my shoulder. “Let's go”
I laugh softly, walking out with him and going to the main door of the hotel. A van was waiting for us, ready to take us to the place he planned to go. He held my hand all the time, rubbing soft circles on my knuckles.
“Where are we going?” I asked him, resting my head on his shoulder.
“You'll see” he whispered. “Just be patient, we are close”
I laugh softly and nod, looking out of the window and enjoying the land that surrounded us. After a few minutes, the car stopped.
“Let's go” he smiled, opening the door and getting out of the car before me.
I smiled at him, holding his hand as he helped me get out of the van. I looked around surprised, recognizing this place.
“No you didn't” I laughed softly.
“Oh yeah” he smirked, hiding my hand tightly and walking with me. “You know what this temple means?”
“It's Hathor’s temple” I nodded, looking around and smiling. “Egyptian goddess of the sky, music, joy, dance and love”
“And you told me that she was associated with Isis, right?” he said, wrapping his arm around me. “The goddess of the loyalty and the maternal love”
“Mhm” I nodded.
“Well, I want to make a promise, in front of her” he said, holding my hand and stopping right in front of one of the many statues of the goddess.
“Lando” I laughed softly, watching how he grabbed something from the pocket of his jeans, making me swallow the lump and laugh nervously.
“I want to promise you that I will treat you how you deserve to be treated. I promise that I will never hurt you or touch you when you don't want to. I promise that I will never make you cry. I promise that I will be only thinking about you, when I wake up, during the day and at night. I promise to cherish you and make you happy and fight whoever dares to make you feel sad”
“Lando…” I smiled softly, feeling my eyes getting wet when I saw him open his hand, showing me a silver ring with two small rocks placed next to the other.
“This is my promise. I'll give you this ring to seal my promise of loving you forever. You owe my heart since the day I first saw you” he said while he put the ring on my ring finger. “This ring has our birthstones, together. Because I really think that we were born to be together, that you are my soulmate, Violet. And now that I found you I will never let you go. I won't leave you”
His words sank in my heart, filling my chest with a warm flame he only knows how to turn on. His touch is delicate, how he holds my hand while I admire the beautiful ring with both stones, topaz and and tanzanite, together.
“Idiot, you are going to make me cry and you just promised me that you won't make me do it” I laughed softly, wiping the little tears of joy that were running down my cheeks.
“Come here” he laughed, wrapping his arms around me, holding me close to him, heart by heart.
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Driving through the road that takes me to my childhood village was bittersweet. The first year I was away for my studies I was excited to come back and finally be on my childhood bed with my family again, but as years went by, that feeling started to disappear and it turned more into an obligation rather than something I used to do for pleasure.
Once my life was in order after coming back from the trip with Lando and both of us got used to living around the other, I took some days off from work and forced myself to grab my car and drive home.
The past few days I tried to call Eloise again, as well as her family. But again, none of them answered. She only has her parents, her family is not as big as mine with grandparents that are still alive, uncles and aunts and cousins. That's why she always loved to spend time at my house during holidays, because she had more people around besides her parents.
As I drove past the signal that indicated the main entry of the village, I saw a few flowers on the ground, as well as marks of rubber of the tires that lead to the side of the road. And watching that made me feel shivers running down my spine.
When I parked my car in front of my house I looked at the house next to it, to her house. The light of her room is turned off, even the curtains are closed. Her car is not parked next to the garage.
If she's not here, then where?
I sigh, walking towards the main door of her house and pressing the doorbell, sighing when I noticed the lights were turned off.
“Hello? Eloise, I want to talk!”
Seconds later the door opened, and my smile dropped when I found her mother looking at me. I was surprised to find her wearing dark clothes, always used to see her wearing bright and neutral colors. Her gaze is not even the same, and the smile she always drew when I came to their house is no longer there.
“What are you doing here?” she frowned, her voice sounding rougher than I expected. “You are not welcomed here anymore”
“What? But… Jane, I want to talk with Eloise… I-”
“Leave this house now! You already did enough. How dare you come back here after everything you did to her? Are you insane?!”
“But… I just…”
“I don't want to see you” she groaned, closing the door on my face.
What did just happen?
I frowned, trying to call again, but I was answered with silence. I sighed, giving up and walked to my house, opening the door and closing it behind me.
“Lottie, is that you?”
I smiled weakly and sighed when I recognized the voice of my grandma, so I walked towards the living room. She was there, on her chair next to the fireplace and whatever she was knitting. The moment she saw me I could see her face light up, smiling softly and leaving both needles on her lap and opening her arms, inviting me to a hug.
“I'm home, nana” I whispered, kneeling to be at her height and hugging her. “Did Eloise come by? It's been a while since I talked with her…”
“Oh, little Lottie…” she whispered. “You came late, my girl”
“Late? Why?” I frowned, pulling away from the hug and looking at her.
“She's no longer here” she smiled weakly.
“What? Then where? She lives here”
Eloise's dream since she was little was to be the owner of the restaurant we always visited when we were little. Everytime we got out of school, we went to that place to have a chocolate milkshake while we did our homework. It was our place, sitting on the fourth table that is next to the door, facing the window and with views to the park.
In that restaurant, during summer, she worked there to make money. She was a waitress, a cashier, and she cleaned the place. But what she loved the most was the moments she worked in the kitchen. She discovered her passion for cooking in the stoves of that restaurant and it helped her decide that she wanted to be a professional chef.
When we moved to London, we lived together during the first years of our studies. She went to the cooking academy while I went to the university. And when she finished her years of formation, she started working on restaurants until she gained a name, a reputation.
Her dream was always going back to our village and make that restaurant a place tourists would go to experience the gastronomy of our country. She always wanted to be a reference in the kitchen.
“Maybe she's in the restaurant” I frowned, getting up and looking around.
Maybe that's why her car is not parked. Because she stayed longer in the restaurant, as usual.
“No, Violet”
I took a deep breath when I heard my cousin's voice behind me. Maya, the oldest one, already married and with a kid.
“Come on, will someone tell me what is going on? Why did Jane say that I'm no longer welcomed? I'm so lost! Where is Eloise?”
“Let me take you somewhere” she smiled weakly, grabbing the keys of her car.
I frown and look at my grandma, watching how she nodded with a sad smile on her lips. Somehow, what is happening it's not good, I could tell because of the shivers that were running all over my body.
I followed Maya, getting inside her car and watching out of the window, hoping she would take me to the restaurant where I thought Eloise would be working. But when she turned to the left, going to the road that goes to the church and next to it to the cemetery, I heart skipped a beat.
No, right? This can't be happening.
“Where are we going?” I frowned, feeling how my hands started to get sweaty, feeling how my heart was beating in my throat making me feel nauseous.
Maya didn't say anything, she only looked at me with a sad smile while she parked the car. She got out and waited for me to follow her, something that took me around a minute. But she waited for me, she stood in front of the car with her hands inside of the pockets of her black coat.
“Come on” she sighed, biting her lip and walking.
Every step I made sounded louder in my ears and it increased the anxiety I was feeling. That anxiety started to become panic and fear.
“Here” Maya sighed, standing in front of a gravestone.
I didn't want to read what it said. I didn't want to know who was buried there. It was recent, the smell of flowers was still recent and I could see that the marble was still shining.
“No” I mumbled, feeling how I was choking with a scream. “No, no. It can't be. No. You are joking, right? This is a cruel joke. Eloise is working in the restaurant and she just wanted to play around, making me pay for something I don't even know I've done. Please, Maya…”
“I’m sorry” she mumbled. “It happened some weeks ago… But Harry came and said that you two stopped being friends and something about you betraying her”
“No!” I exclaimed, looking at her and letting my tears fall. “None of that! Why would I betray her? Just because I chose myself first? Harry is the problem! He manipulated me so many times!”
“May I remind you that you couldn't stop saying that you loved him?” she said, and somehow that made me flinch. “That he saved you from being raped? That he was always next to you and that you felt so bad and jealous because you wanted to be in Eloise's shoes?”
“That was before I knew the truth…”
“So what? Now that you are having a love story worthy of a fairy tale with that driver you think that you can forget about your family and friends?!”
I closed my eyes, breathing deeply. Maybe she's right… Maybe I was too focused on Lando and I stopped caring for my family… No. Lando has nothing to do with this. He showed me how it is to be loved, he showed me how it is to be loved by a family.
“I tried” I whisper. “I tried to call her, to talk to her. Lando told them to leave the trip because of things that happened between him and Harry. And Eloise wasn't the best friend during those days either. But I never stopped texting her and calling her. She was the one that ghosted me…”
“Look, I'm sorry, okay?” she sighed. “Eloise was a good girl, she didn't deserve this ending”
I swallowed thickly and looked at the flowers. I smiled sadly. There are roses on it, her favorite flower.
“Can you leave me alone?” I whisper.
I heard her walk away without saying anything, and when I felt I was alone, I let out a sob.
How on Earth could this happen? When? Why? Why her? Why did no one tell me? My own family forgot to tell me that my childhood best friend is dead. Those tyre’s marked at the entry of the village and the flowers… It happened that way?
I felt incredibly nauseous and the need to throw up was real, making me run to a tree and bow, emptying my stomach. I tried to breathe, but the tears and the burn on my throat made it impossible.
“Just… why?” I cried, looking back at the grave. “Why? It's not fair! I didn't betray you. Did you feel like that? I chose myself first, for the first time, Eloise. I chose love first… Why did you never answer my calls and texts? It wasn't my fault Harry blackmailed Lando, it wasn't my fault at all… And still you believed him. If there was one who was betrayed, that was me”
I wanted to blame her. But… Is she the one to blame? She loved Harry, she followed him. Of course she did. I would do the same.
“It's not fair at all, Eli” I mumble. “What am I supposed to do now? I just… God. Who am I supposed to talk with about my problems? About my life? Life is unfair, why the hell did you have to leave this way? Who am I going to tell that Lando and I are dating? That he promised me he's going to marry me? Who am I going to ask to be my maid of honor? What the hell am I supposed to do without you, Eloise?”
It hurts so bad. It hurt realizing that she's not here anymore. It hurt so bad realizing that she won't be next to me anymore, that she won't make her dreams come true.
“I'm nothing without you…”
It hurts. But what hurts the most is that for the first time I experienced what is it to lose someone you love, someone that was important for you.
“I just… I'll miss you, Eli, so much. I already do”
I took a deep breath and just let the tears fall while I fixed the flowers on her grave, tracing with my fingers the letters of it.
“In loving memory of Eloise Taylor. Born on the 23 of October of 1999” I whisper, feeling a knot on my throat as I traced the next words of it. “Dead… The 27 of December of 2023”
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I felt empty, so empty.
When I returned to London,instead of going back home, I went somewhere else.
The park where Eloise and I went to spend our afternoons together was close to the first apartment I ever lived in, with her. It was on the other side of London, in a small neighborhood. I sat on a bench, right next to a streetlight, and hugged myself.
I didn't notice how long I stayed there until I looked at my phone, reading the notifications of messages and missed calls.
Lando🧡: how are things going? Did you talk with her?
Lando🧡: text me once you are coming back home, okay? I'll make something for dinner
Lando🧡: Babe?
Lando🧡: is everything okay? I'm worried
Lando🧡: Baby, please answer. Where are you? It's late and it's getting dark
Lando🧡 missed calls (3)
I took a deep breath and smiled weakly, pressing the call button and placing the phone on my phone.
“Violet? Thank God!”
“Lando…”
“Where are you? Are you still in your village? You are staying with Eloise? Did you talk?”
“Lando, she…”
“God, I was so worried” he sighed, relieved.
“She's dead”
“What? What did you say?”
“Eloise” I mumble, sniffling softly. “Eloise is dead… she's no longer here. She… she died”
Silence. He was quiet. I could hear his breathing, how it got stuck on his throat.
“Where are you”
“I… I need to be alone” I whisper.
“Violet please…”
I closed my eyes tightly and took a deep breath, telling him the address of where I am. He didn't end the call, he stayed on it, making me hear everything he did, how he walked out of the apartment, how he went to his car and turned the engine on.
“There you are” he sighed, ending the call and sitting next to me.
I felt his arms wrapping me and pulling me to his chest, holding me tight.
“How did it happen?” he mumbled, brushing my hair with his fingers.
“She… she crashed” I whisper. “She was going home and the road was frozen…”
“Oh…”
“What am I going to do without her?” I whisper “I… I feel like someone took something away from me, a part of my heart. A-and she left thinking that I betrayed her… she left and no one told me because Harry said…”
“Harry knew?” Lando frowned. “And he didn't tell you?”
“N-no…” I mumble, looking up at him. “He told her parents that we argued… That's why they didn't call me”
Lando took a deep breath and kissed my forehead. He held my hand and kissed it.
“This just made me realize how scared I am to lose you” I said looking at him.
“You won't lose me” he said, cupping my cheek and resting his forehead against mine, closing his eyes. “You won't lose me, ever. I made a promise, remember? I promised that I will never let you go, that I will never leave you”
“What am I supposed to do, Lando?” I whisper. “I lost Eloise because of a car… How am I supposed to feel knowing that you work in one? I just…”
“You will never lose me” he repeated, squeezing my hand. “I'll make sure of that. I'll start every race and finish it to be next to you. You are my checkered flag. I'll race as much as I have to just to get out of the car and hold you”
“Just… never leave me” I whisper. “Never, okay?”
“Never” he nodded. “You have my heart, I can't live without it. Just keep it safe with you and everything will be alright”
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"You're amazing... "
♡Blue lock boys are down bad for you♡
Bachira doesn't even pretend to be subtle. Your hand looks pretty heavy, want him to hold it? You look cold- take his jacket. Hey, he brought too much money, he can pay for your stuff and his. He loves you, and best believe that he's going to show it off. You're one of the first people that he's opened up to, and you deserve to know how much he loves you.
Rin is kinda subtle. Subtle in the way that he doesn't outright say his feelings (bro it's Rin, why would he talk about his feelings 💀), but his actions really speaking for him. You got that dress that you were eyeing that was worth more than your house, he has no idea where you got that. You have three new Gucci bags? Where ever did they come from. Hey, why are you giving that damn bug credit for his gifts. Not that he got them for you, it's just that the guy who got the stuff for you wouldn't appreciate you giving that loser credit. Hey, you got a new car? You should go out with the person who gave that to you. Not that he knows who.
Isagi is like the shy version of Bachira 😭 (there's a reason they're best friends). He wants to flirt but he doesn't want to come off like a freak so he's just a nervous little dude. You two should hang out... Alone if you're okay with it though! He wants to make you comfortable. He loves you- I mean- you're really caring and you always make him feel comfortable so of course he loves you- as a friend of course. He's blushing, and always turns red around you, he's acting like a preteen boy with a crush, but it's not his fault. You're just so perfect.
Sae is another obvious boy. Shy? Nervous? Nah, Sae doesn't want to play any games. He's not as public with his affection but no way is he going to let you think that you're not important to him. You're better than all those scrubs. You watching his match is better then any of the other fans in the stadium. You're above all people, so you deserve the best things. Want a new dress? He already bought it. Jewellery? How much is the question? You want to go to that fancy restaurant, he's made reservations for a year. He's not always so bold with how he shows his love, but he just knows you deserve the best, he makes sure to tell you that and show you.
Reo is obnoxiously in love with you. I don't even know the word to describe how in love with you he is. As soon as he's developed a crush on you, his wallets out. I mean, we all saw how he treated Nagi 😆. He's got fire works that spell your name, he rents out malls so you don't have to wait in line, he buys a beach for you! He's putting his wallet through through hell and he doesn't even care. His love for you is so big, and he needs to show you big with the things he gives you.
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credit › @jihyoruri ! this is heavily inspired so please read theirs first :) they were the ones with the original idea!
synopsis › hanni and y/n are both gucci ambassadors and have amazing chemistry. Some of their fans even create clips of them.
warnings › none this just a drabble
pairing › hanni pham x gucci ambassador idol!reader
Clip 1: The Fashion Frenzy
Yn and Hanni were in the bustling backstage of a Gucci fashion show. Surrounded by models, designers, and a whirlwind of activity, they exchange excited glances. Yn, with her impeccable eye for detail, notices Hanni’s Gucci scarf.
Yn: "Hanni, your Gucci scarf is on wrong.. Let me help you adjust it just right wait."
Hanni: Y/nnn! You always have an eye for those perfect details. calm down a little."
They share a quick laugh, their energy contagious, as they prepare to take their seats front row.
Clip 2: The Glamorous Getaway
Yn and Hanni, dressed in head-turning Gucci outfits, step out of a sleek black limousine onto the red carpet of a star-studded event. Flashing cameras capture their every move as they strike confident poses, showcasing their unique styles. With an air of elegance, they link arms and gracefully make their way inside, ready to set the night on fire. They were always known for their graceful poses together their walks and photoshoots never miss!
Yn: "Hanni, can you believe we're walking this red carpet together? We're living the Gucci dream!"
Hanni: "Absolutely! We're the ultimate dynamic duo, ready to conquer the fashion world. Let's make a statement tonight!"
With an air of elegance, they link arms and gracefully make their way inside, ready to set the night on fire.
Clip 3: Going Live - Behind the Scenes
Yn and Hanni take their followers on a journey behind the scenes of a Gucci photoshoot. The camera follows them as they mingle with the crew, showcasing the intricate details that go into creating a stunning fashion campaign.
Yn: "Welcome to the set! Today, we're giving you an exclusive sneak peek into the world of fashion photography."
Hanni: "It's not just about posing and looking pretty. There's a whole team working together to bring the vision to life."
Yn and Hanni chat with the photographers, stylists, and makeup artists, offering glimpses into their creative process and the collaborative efforts that make a fashion shoot come alive. They giggled trying to act as professional as they could.
“To bring the vision to life!” Y/n teases Hanni mimicking her voice not realizing the camera was on her..
“Oh sh-” The clip cuts off suddenly but u can hear Hanni at the end trying to cover Y/n’s mouth
Clip 4: Fashion Haul
Yn and Hanni sit in a cozy corner of a luxurious Gucci boutique, surrounded by shopping bags and designer pieces. They excitedly go live to share their latest fashion haul with their fans.
Yn: "Hello, everyonee! We are here by gucci to promoted their latest bags and fashion clothing. Get ready to see some incredible pieces."
As they unveil each item, Hanni discusses her styling ideas, Y/n offers fashion tips, and they both engage with their audience, creating an interactive and exciting experience for their followers.
These additional scenes focus on Yn and Hanni's live appearances, allowing them to interact with their fans, share fashion insights, and give exclusive behind-the-scenes glimpses into the world of Gucci ambassadors.
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Actress!Y/n Talking About Harry in Interviews Over the Years(2018-2022) Part II
A/n:so, this is the second part, and I really hope you guys like it .
PART I | MASTERLIST
Jimmy Kimmel Live!, September, 2018
“I am so happy to have you here again.” Kimmel said, as they sat down. “You’re no longer my neighbor.”
“Unfortunately.” The woman agreed. “I miss you, Molly and the kids, we don’t have neighbors anymore.”
“You mean the house next door isn’t ready or…”
“We literally have no neighbors, we bought fourteen acres ‘next door’ to a preserve, so it’s amazing views and a huge amount of privacy.” She explained. “Which when you have a job in the industry, and two young children is amazing.”
“That’s right, you had another baby!”Jimmy said as if he didn’t already now. “How far apart are they?”
“So, we had Atticus in January last year, and eleven months later we had Talulah,” She paused giving the audience time o cheer, “we wanted them to be close in age, which is a decision a lot of parents make, we didn’t know it would happen so fast, but apparently we are very fertile people,” She paused again, letting the people go crazy, “Yeah, so of course, we didn’t factor in our decision Harry’s tour, my album release, all my projects, and a very cranky baby, Atticus is physically all H, but he’s bad temper is all mine.”
“You went on tour pregnant and with a baby?” The host asked. “That must have been a crazy experience.”
“It was something.” She agreed. “But I was the boss’s wife, so everyone took good care of me, made sure I was comfortable, helped around with the baby, and H created an amazing environment with his whole team, it was lovely to witness.”
Met Gala 2019 With Liza Koshy| Vogue
“You co-chaired the Met Gala back in 2016, how is like to be back, and this year your gorgeous husband is co-chairing the event.” Liza asked Y/n as soon as they finished greeting each other.
The camera was zooming on the naked Gucci gown made of black lace, sequins and feathers the superstar was wearing, totally complementing her husband look.
“It is amazing, I am so proud of H, this is such an amazing honor, and is his first year, so I am happy we get to share this with each other.” Y/n said in a soft voice.
“What is ‘camp’ to you?”The you tuber asked.
“Just be yourself, whatever you want no matter what, be bold, be crazy, it’s camp.” The actress said moving her colorful feather boa/cape situation. “I think there is no limits.” She had almost Rapunzel long hair extensions and a spectacular floral and feathers arrangement on top of her head.
“What was your inspiration for tonight’s spectacular look?”
“I just wanted to match H, tonight is all about him, and have fun, so I let Alessandro do as he pleased, and Ale being Ale didn’t hold back.” she shared. “My youngest didn’t even recognized me.”
“You look one hot mama, it’s hard to imagine you have two babies, does Atticus and Talulah know they have the coolest mother?”Liza asked.
“H is the cool parent,” Y/n admitted with a found smile, “Atticus has some idea that his daddy is a rockstar, so Harry’s definitely the coolest in his eyes.”
The Late Late Show | Team USA v. Team UK- Dodgeball w/Michelle Obama
“I am here to support Harry,”Y/n said to he camera as the teams stretched in the background, “he’s not a very gracious loser, and I mean, he’s in James’s Team against Michelle Obama, there is just no way that they are going to win this game.”
“Babe, “ Y/n called from the sidelines after watching Harry be hit in the ‘1D’ “Are you okay, honey?”
“I want more kids… in the future,” the actress blushed slightly looking to the camera.
The Kelly Clarkson Show, Jan, 2020
“How old are your kids know?”Kelly asked.
“Atticus is three years old, and Lulah just turned two, the terrible twos, funny enough, Lulah doesn’t suffer from it, but Atticus haven’t got over it yet…”Y/n said with a smile as pictures showed up on the screen, her children faces always blurred or hidden.
“People say terrible two, but threenager is a real thing,”Kelly said seriously.
“Yeah, that’s what I heard,”The actress said. “But Lulah just turned two, and I think it might not have fully catch up with her yet, because as I was leaving the house today, she threw her first temper tantrum.” Y/n commented. “She was just, on the floor, crying her little heart out, and of course, Atticus didn’t like to be outdone, so he threw himself at the rug screaming bloody murder, and I just left them there for Harry to deal,” The young woman told Kelly. “I sounded so bad right now, but really, I am that mom that keeps trying to calm them down, and things just get worst because it becomes a competition between the two toddlers, while Harry is just chill, he sit on the couch and just watches them unamused until they organically stop.”
“They lay it on sometimes, like ‘why are you leaving me’”
“I thing is worst with Harry,”Y/n confessed, “I have no problem in admitting H is the favorite parent, like, they come to me for comfort and all the ‘mommy’ things, but Harry is their favorite.” She said with a smile.
“And you don’t feel jealous or anything…”
“No, because, to me, it just shows how much of na amazing daddy he is, and I just feel like: damn! I made a really good choice.”The crowd cheer. “It’s really validating and I am just proud of myself for my choice in partner and baby daddy.”
Hailey Bieber | Who’s in my Bathroom? April, 2021
“Do you get uncomfortable by the amount of female attention your husband’s get?” Hailey asked as they sipped their margaritas.
“So, I have two answers for those questions: I don’t get uncomfortable with his fans showing their love for him, it’s lovely to see the amount of love and devotion he inspires, and they have always been so welcoming to me.” She said looking at possible the only other woman in the planet that understood the level of craziness it was. “But I do get uncomfortable with women in the industry hitting on him, I am not even talking women our age, it’s like: cougar level, and very recently we had a very awful situation, where it was in a working environment with a power imbalance, and it just got too much, more people got involved, media attention happened, and at the same time we had to deal with this as a couple and as a family.”
“Does you ever wish you guys just had normal jobs and careers?”Hailey supports her face in her hand.
“Never, no matter what, I can’t imagine Harry not doing what he does, and I would never no make the career choices I did, I love acting, I love singing and songwriting, and I love directing.” She says with conviction. “For me it was life changing, I came from nothing, my mom was a single mother waitress, raising three kids on a small wage salary and tips, Disney changed my life, it paid for our first house, for the seed money in my mother’s organic company, it paid my sister college.”
“Is it surreal that your children have a childhood so different from yours?”The blonde asks with a smile.
“They’re extremely privileged, my four years old the other day was like: mummy, why do we have so many houses? And Lulah was complaining the size of the Jet, because she wanted the ‘big plane’, and H was like: sugarcube, you don’t know what your are asking for.” Y/n said with a soft smile. “My children…they have a lot of rich people problems.”
The Drew Barrymore Show, Aug, 2022
“Oh My God, you look even more gorgeous in person.” Drew said as they created each other.
“Thank you, thank you, have you look at yourself? I was obsessed with you growing up, it’s so amazing to be here.” Y/n said with a big smile, arranging the skirt of her dress as she sat down.
“You’re the face of a Dior perfume, a brand ambassador for Gucci, multi- award winning actress and musician, your under thirty with two Academy Awards, which is historical, you have two successful companies, you just came back a few months ago from a very glorious passage through Cannes where you debuted Top Gun: Maverick, your own movie and you own Camera d’Ore for your debut feature, also: 14 minutes standing ovation, for a movie produced, directed, written and starred by women,” she stopped for a moment to allow the crowd to applauded the guest, “and then, your also a mom, to three children, and you’re married to Harry freaking Styles, the world’s biggest rockstar, and most wanted man according to Rolling Stones.”
“You just made me sound so cool.”The younger woman said with a small smile and flushed cheeks.
“You are cool.”Drew affirmed. “How do you balance it all?”
“I have a great team working with me, and I have just the greatest partner, and this is really important.”Y/n said crossing her legs. “We plan things in a way that the children will always have one of us 24/7 and in a way that we can always be together, his career is never more important than mine and vice-versa, we’re on tour now, Harry’s Love on Tour, I am a non-touring artist, but H really loves touring, is his thing, and it was important for him to have me and the kids together with him on the road as his support system, and the children just love going to all the different museums, and seeing new things, and eating different stuff, but, during his tour break we’re moving to Australia because I have a movie that is going to be shoot there.”
“What is like going on tour with three young children under five?”
“It’s chaos, Atticus and Lulah have some understanding that this is daddy’s job, this is Atticus second tour, but for them is just fun, Riley is just a baby, she’s with me 24/7, shes our calmest child,” Y/n said. “She’s actually the same age that Atticus was during Live on Tour.”
“Riley is your quarantine baby…”
“I found out I was pregnant in February last year during Where the Crawdads Sing pre-production, so yeah, she’s kinda of my Covid baby.”
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wait a second what the heck did 1d member!yn wear to the met gala? i feel like she probably went before harry hosted and was probably in ari’s dress for the heavenly bodies themed one and when she went with harry she was just the embodiment of camp i just know it
2018 - Heavenly Bodies: Fashion and the Catholic Imagination
"Oh-oh my gosh it's freakin' YN YLN," Liza Koshy grunts excitedly at the sight of the former One Direction star walking up the carpeted steps. "Nothing can drag her down, she looks so amazing. You look absolutely beautiful!" Liza Koshy gushes as YN walks up to her first interview section of the night.
"'fank you! You look gorgeous, babe," She compliments back as she adjusts herself to show off her beautiful gown.
"The angels above are singing right now and you're a singing angel yourself. And how fitting that your album is titled Only Angel because you certainly are one tonight," YN grips onto Liza's hand and scrunches up her nose as she giggles at how many compliments the young woman is throwing out at her.
"Stop, please don't make me laugh, I can't breathe in this corset," The two women laugh and YN has to put a hand on her tummy to help control her breathing.
"You look fantastic, girl. Please tell us about your look."
"So I'm wearing Vera Wang tonight. It is the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. It's the last judgment scene where Christ decides who goes to Heaven and who goes to Hell."
"This is your first Met Gala, how are you feeling tonight?" Liza gives a warm smile.
"I feel amazing. I feel excited. I can't really believe that I'm here. I feel like m'at a very expensive prom," YN smiles brightly as she looks around at all the well-dressed guests.
"Will you save me a dance later then?"
"Oh, absolutely!"
"And lastly, do you have anything you want to confess?" The interviewer humorously wiggles her eyebrows.
"Umm, I feel like I have to pee a little bit. M'kinda hungry, to be honest," YN lists with a laugh, the woman next to her following suit.
"Well, if you need help in the bathroom with all that dress you let me know. Girl, I got you," The pop star thanks her over a laugh. "Well you look phenomenal," Liza shakes her head in disbelief one more time. "Have a good night tonight."
"You as well. I'll see yeh on the dance floor!" YN calls over her shoulder with a wave of her hand as she's escorted away.
2019 - Camp: Notes on Fashion
"...baby you light up the Met like nobody else. How are you doing, Mister Harry Styles?"
After some initial questions, Liza asks the tongue twister question, "You are a style icon for so many, who's Harry Styles's style icon?"
"Erm, this lovely lady over here," Harry smiles warmly once he sees the woman in question make her way up the pink stars. He's quickly going over to her, taking her hand in his and helping her up the rest of the way.
"Ms. YN YLN! Oh my gosh!"
"Liza! How are yeh, babe?" YN giddily shuffles her way over to give the fun interviewer a hug the best she can over her outfit.
"I'm good, I'm good. I'm like a hummingbird perched on a flower bush!" Liza makes a bird cooing sound and it makes the couple laugh. "You look so stunning. Please tell me about your look."
"So I'm wearing Gucci today and this piece is called The Girl In Bloom. It was designed and made by my good friend, Emma Evans who has been me stylist since I first started my career."
"Please tell me, how does this outfit speak to you and to Camp?"
"Well, I think Camp is about being genuine and being yourself," YN nods her head, her gloved-covered hands moving in front of her as she speaks. "I'm sharing some of my story through this piece in how I grew up in the music industry: on a personal level, a musical level, and so on. So I started in this industry as a young girl and now I'm blossoming into something more. Fashion is supposed to be fun and expressive and I think this outfit showcases that for me tonight."
While YN explains her outfit, the camera picks up the way he's fondly smiling at his secret girlfriend. He's in awe at her words and how she chooses to express herself. It's a bit surreal that both of them are in attendance tonight, a very public and well-known event where they are free to hang out, talk about fashion and just have a good time. It's a proud moment for the both of them for sure.
"Ooo m'am you have such a way with words you sound so majestic," Liza playfully fans herself. "So we all know that the two of you are very familiar with one another-"
"This guy? I just met this bloke tonight," YN jokes and it makes Harry tilts his chin down to his chest as he chuckles. "I thought he was only helping me up the steps. I dunno know this guy at all."
She gives his wrist a squeeze with a cheeky smile and Harry doesn't think twice about placing his hand protectively on the bottom of her back--a part in the video that fans keep replaying over and over again.
"Yeah, I don't know either. Who is this guy?" Liza dramatically teases. "With both of you two here tonight, how excited are you guys to be here?"
"I feel very excited," Harry starts and looks at his former band member with a fond smile. "Events like this seem like a once in a lifetime opportunity so it's nice to be here with a friend."
"Alright guys, have a great rest of your night!"
"You as well, thank you," And with that, Harry extends an arm for YN to grab onto as they walk inside the grand hall.
When Liza turns back to the camera, she suddenly sucks in a dramatic breath, " I feel like I can breathe again."
The After Party:
After playing host for the majority of the night and being released from his Co-Chair duties, Harry takes YN up to the DJ platform to have some much-needed fun.
The short video clip of the three of them up there shows the fans how hammered the two of them have gotten.
As Mark Ronson remixes Rolling In The Deep, YN and Harry dance behind him. While gripping onto each others hands, they sway themselves to the rhythm of the music. She sways her hips with her eyes closed and when Harry lets her go, the back of her hands brush up along the nape of her neck, up the side of her face and in the air.
When Mark switches it up to The 900 Number, the two friends look at each other with wide eyes and excited smiles.
Harry reaches out to grip her shoulders as he drunkenly yells to her over the loud music, "Oh, fuck!" All the while, YN's face scrunches up in a tipsy giggle and she grips onto his forearms.
The video clip ends as Harry tugs her closer to him, throwing an arm around the tops of her shoulders as they turn their backs to the camera.
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Flower Goes Floral
Type- Fake Insta ;)
Verse- Model!Harry x Fashion Designer!Y/n
Warnings- None, just fluff <3
Description- Harry at the Brits, wearing an iconic dress suit, styled by none other than his girlfriend, Y/n.
A/n- I want to post slightly regularly this year, and because I'm busy writing a few other fics which I'm yet to finish, here's a small fake ig for y'all. Hope you like it! <3
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Y/Ig/n Harry Styles (aka my partner), wearing a custom Gucci Black Peplum Blazer and an oversized flower blazer. Both were designed and styled by me, yours one and only.
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HsFan1 I just KNOW that he was absolutely THRILLED to wear this
Masaba No lies I'd be smug too if I had designed this
↳Y/Ig/N There's no bigger fan of you than me. Thank you very much, this has altered my life.
HarryStyles Looking like a devil, aren't I?
↳HarryFan0 WHO PUT THAT IN HIS MIND ↳MitchRowland I beg your pardon, @HarryFan0. I had meant it as a joke.
Y/nFan1 Both of them ATE and left no crumbs.
Y/nFan2 Can we talk about how surreally she said 'aka my partner' in the brackets??
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HarryStyles Thank you for having me tonight, @/Brits. I had an amazing time wearing both of my outfits, styled by the icon, @Y/Ig/N.
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TaylorFan1 Alexa? Play Gorgeous by Taylor Swift.
Y/Ig/n Why, thank you, Darling.
ConanGray Please I'm ready to sell you my hair just collaborate with me too
↳Y/Ig/N What you want me to spoil the surprise, don't you? ↳ConanFan1 A Y/N AND CONAN COLLAB?!?!? WHY IS EVERYONE SLEEPING ON THIS OMFG I'M FREAKING OUT
KatyPerry Looking just like the charming man you always do
Y/nFan16 She really said watch my flower go floral
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Y/Ig/n Happy Valentine's Day, @HarryStyles. You truly are a devil in disguise.
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Lizzo *Heart-shaped eyes (towards the pizza)*
Y/nFan2 THEY MADE THAT CUP TOGETHER DO NO TELL ME OTHERWISE
Y/nFan5 lmaoo not her bashing him through his own comment
HarryStyles Happy Valentine's Day, lover
Y/nFan11 I love them sm it hurts ...but in like- a cool way ;)
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HarryStyles I have no idea what I would wear without you, @Y/Ig/n (and your lovely team too). Thank you for agreeing to go out for a glass of wine with me on that already industrious and bustling day. And oh, Happy Valentine's Day.
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Y/nforeva This woman never rests, does she?
GemmaStyles Exactly. Thank you for agreeing, @Y/Ig/N
Y/Ig/n Literally one of the best nights in my life.
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HarryY/nAlways Happy Valentine's Day to THE BEST COUPLE in the whole industry. (Y/n uploaded these on her ig stories with the caption 'Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips.' Exactly. A Hozier song. Goodbye.)
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Y/nFan3 She IS goofy, she just doesn't show that side of hers on the camera that often.
Anne Best Duo!
Y/nFan5 No way is gonna have a vase big enough to fit all those roses in but then again, she's THE @Y/Ig/N
HarryFan1 He is SO Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet!!!!!
YourMum These two never fail to make me smile. Just imagine the sunburn on their cheeks because they are so careless and in love.
↳Y/nforeva Y/n's mum literally loves them so much, it's ADORABLE
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record shop rescue
stmf one shot #11.
album release date is coming up, but there is no stopping Harry's teenage daughter from going out, even if that means getting caught up with the press. luckily, Harry is always there to save the day.
a/n: for my wonderful best friend becca. thank you for this amazing prompt (i wouldn't have been able to think of it myself lol)
warnings: fluff & dadrry, bit of teenage angst thrown in
“Are you sure you’re going to be alright on your own?”
“Yeah, I just need to try and find something for my Dad,” Lottie replied. “I’ll be fine,”
When the girls were younger, it was easier for you and Harry to keep them safe from the press. You were in control of where they went and who could interact with them- but those days were long gone, with Tilly already learning to drive and Lottie coming close to sitting her GCSEs. As much as it scared you, you both knew that you couldn’t always safeguard their teenage lives, despite wanting so hard to keep them in your tiny family bubble. When album release dates came up, it always seemed to get more extreme, and whilst Tilly had learnt from this, there was no way that 15-year-old Lottie was going to scrap her plans just for the sake of the press who in her own words, had ‘ruined her dad’s life’.
It was a busy Saturday afternoon on Carnaby Street- she knew that. But within the crowd of people, she didn’t notice the group of paparazzi following her- until she closed the front door of the record shop and turned to look behind her, the flash of a camera reflecting off the glass window like lightning, only it was a clear spring day. She hoped desperately that they were following someone else and gave them time to disperse themselves whilst going up to the till after finding a Fleetwood Mac record for her Dad- but all that actually happened was that the frequency of the flashes increased.
“Oh my, it really is true,” The girl serving her gasped, clocking onto Lottie’s shocked gaze, her eyebrows furrowed in the same way that Harry’s did when he was confused by something.
“What’s true?” Lottie laughed slightly whilst slotting the record into her tote bag.
“You’re Harry Styles’ daughter, aren’t you?”
Lottie blushed slightly. “How did you-”
The banging on the windows only got louder as she turned around to face the cameras.
“Christ alive,” She gasped. Lottie wasn’t usually one to be frightened of anything: whilst Tilly was much more of a nervous overthinker like you were, Lottie followed on from Harry, having a very chilled out perspective on life. But in that moment, as she bit her lip, she began to feel a pit growing at the bottom of her stomach. There was no way she was getting out of that shop by herself.
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“Daddy, please,” she muttered, listening to the dial tone on her phone for longer than she would have hoped. Finally, a deep muffled voice answered.
“Hey princess, you okay?” Harry exhaled, his voice still tainted with tiredness after a long day at the studio.
“No,” Lottie sobbed slightly.
“No? What’s happened, baby?” He said, his tone changing suddenly to a panicked one. Lottie barely ever cried, and whenever she did, it always meant that something was very wrong.
“I don’t know what to do Dad,” She began to cry. “I’m in this record shop, and all these paps are waiting for me outside, and I’m trapped in here, and I-”
“Don’t cry, baby,” He sighed. “I’m coming, okay? Send me your location on text and I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay?”
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The rover juddered slightly as Harry put his foot down far too quickly when he pulled off the drive, his hands wrapped tightly around the steering wheel, dark Gucci sunglasses shielding the frown that was on his face. You and him had always agreed that no matter what, you would never let them upset your little girls. They’d crossed the line.
Harry almost knocked out one of the men standing next to the car as he opened the door after he had parked up at the side of the road. He didn’t care. He could only just make out his daughter’s shaking frame through the distorted glass windows, her eyes widening as she noticed him making his way through the crowds of people outside.
“Hey Harry, is it true that one of your daughters is dating Louis Tomlinson’s son?”
“Fuck you,” he grunted as he pushed the door open.
As soon as he put his arms around Lottie, she burst straight into tears, black mascara trailing down her face.
“Hey, now,” He breathed softly, running a hand through her long brown curls. “It’s all alright, I’m here now, you’re safe,”
“I can’t,” She sobbed. “Go out there,”
“Well you’re going to have to at some stage, aren’t you poppet?” He sighed. “But you’ve got me with you, okay? You just stay close to me and keep your head down, okay? Here,”
He took off his sunglasses and put them on her face, tucking her hair behind her ear as he did.
“You don’t even have to look at them, see? Now let’s get you home,”
He tucked his coat around her as they marched through the crowd, and he quickly opened the car door for her to get in, before he got in the driver’s seat and rolled down the window.
“Harry, why are you being so aggressive? Something’s bothering you? Your marriage?”
He rolled his eyes. “You stay away from my daughters. Follow me around all you want, but you stay away from my girls, you hear me? They didn’t sign up for this,” He shouted, before closing the window.
Harry turned around to take in Lottie’s wide-eyed gaze, rubbing soothing circles across her back, rain beginning to lash at the bonnet of the rover. Her body sunk into the leather passenger seat slightly at his touch.
“I’m okay, Daddy,” she whimpered slightly. “Just wasn’t expecting that,”
“I know baby, and it’s not fair, is it?” He sighed, gazing at her over the top of his sunglasses. “I’m sorry you have to go through all of this because of your Dad and his silly songs,”
A small smile graced her lips, dimples forming on her cheeks in the same places as Harry’s did.
“They’re not silly, Dad,” she giggled. “I love them,”
His green eyes lit up. “You do? What were you doing in a record shop, hmm?”
“I can’t tell you,” She laughed, putting her hand over her mouth to reveal her green painted nails. “I got you something, I’m not telling you any more than that,”
“You didn’t need to do that, poppet,” He smiled. “But I am excited to see what it is,”
She smiled slightly again, as he reached over to kiss her cheek.
“Lottie baby, remember a while back when me and your Mum said to you about going out when I’m releasing new music,”
Lottie grunted slightly. “Daddy, I’m not a prisoner, I want to go out,”
“I know you do, babygirl,” He exhaled. “But all I want for you is to be safe when I’m not here, okay? So please, promise me that you won’t go out on your own, not until this blows over a bit,”
“But Tilly can-”
“I’ve said the same to your sister,” He cut her off. “I know you hate it, and I would too, but I don’t want these crazy people to be following you and making you upset again, hm? It breaks my heart, so you need to promise me, okay? Just for a little while,”
She frowned at him, her lips pouted, and he mimicked her face, before breaking into a smirk, and she began to laugh again.
“Okay, fine, I promise,” She moaned.
He took her hand in his, holding it up to his lips, before kissing it softly.
“Thank you, Lottie baby,” he smiled. “And if something does happen, you know I’ll always be there, don’t you?”
She nodded, now beginning to fiddle with the radio stations on the dashboard.
“I love you, Lottie baby,” he beamed, before turning the keys in the ignition and setting off, leaving the crowd of cameras far behind them.
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poor lottie :/ being a teenager isn't easy, but especially not when you're the daughter of a celebrity. luckily he isn't just any celebrity :)
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Some Things Are Meant to Be
She freezes at the sound of the voice she hadn’t heard in years, her shoulders tight as she turns, her jaw clenched as their eyes meet, a face she hadn’t seen in two decades staring right back at her.
A sequel to Take My Hand, Take My Whole Life Too
Part 2/3
Part 1
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Hi besties!
Here is part 2 to this fic based on a prompt from the lovely @sometimesitswho . I got massively carried away with what I wanted to include in this, so it is now a 3 parter.
Please let me know what you think, your comments mean the world!
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Words: 4.1k
Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, but not a main plot point.
Read over on Ao3, or below the cut
August 1996
“You look beautiful.”
Emily smiles as she catches Aaron’s eye in the mirror and turns to look at him, glancing up and down as she takes him in. He was wearing one of the suits he usually wore to work and a new tie she’d specifically bought him for today. It was Gucci, the red silk material soft as she reaches out and adjusts it, and expensive. It was something she would have once bought without thinking about it, not even looking at the price before she made the purchase.
Now it was something she’d had to save for, the trust fund she’d always had as a safety net gone because she’d fallen in love with the man standing in front of her. She’d put money aside for a few weeks so she could buy it for him and it felt nothing short of amazing when she’d watched him open it last night, love for him swelling in her chest as he insisted it was too much, as if he hadn’t just given her a necklace she never wanted to take off.
“You don’t look bad yourself,” she says softly, her grip still on his tie as she tugs him in for a kiss. He hums into it, his hand warm through the satin of her dress as he pulls her closer. As she pulls back she rests her forehead against hers, “The tie looks good.”
He smiles as he reaches out and tucks some of her hair behind her ear, “Thanks, sweetheart,” he says, stepping back to look at her, to take her in. She’d kept the dress a secret from him, hiding it in the back of her closet and telling him not to look before today, and despite his curiosity he was glad he’d waited. That he hadn’t seen the white satin dress that had seemingly been made for her, even though he knew it hadn’t been, on the hanger. A thrill rushing through him at the thought that he’d that he’d only ever seen it on her, “I love this.”
She feels her cheeks go pink under the intensity of his stare, the unadulterated way he loved her still so overwhelming all these years down the line.
“Thanks,” she says, looking down at herself, smoothing her hands over the satin that fell to just below her knees, “I know it’s simple-”
“It’s beautiful,” he replies, leaning in to kiss her, “Just like you,” he kisses her again and when he pulls back he can see a flash of something in her eyes, a sadness that always seemed to linger whenever they were on the cusp of something big happening in their lives, her parent's absence always sharper on days like this, “Em, we can always do this another day-”
She shakes her head fiercely as she reaches for his hands, squeezing tightly as she cuts him off, “No, I want to do this,” she assures him, “I want to marry you today. It’s just…”
She drifts off, not sure how to put it into words, how to express that even though it was almost three years down the line a small part of her still struggled with the fact she didn’t have a relationship with her parents at all. This wasn’t how she’d ever envisioned getting married. Instead of a quiet appointment at the courthouse, she’d always pictured a huge event. Senators and ambassadors invited along to watch her get married in a dress she’d argued with her mother over, not one she’d bought off the rack in a sale, to a man she was sure her parents would have found appropriate.
“Not what you imagined.”
She looks up at him as he finishes her sentence for her and she can’t help but smile. Whenever she’d pictured getting married when she was young she’d never quite been able to picture the person standing opposite her, their face blurred and out of focus, but the moment she realised her relationship with Aaron was serious, not just the sex she’d originally kidded herself that it was, she started to picture him. He loved her in a way she always thought would bypass her, something she’d never get to have because it didn’t exist for people like her, and she loved him the same way.
“Yeah,” she says, looping her arms around his neck, sighing contentedly as their chests press together and he wraps his arms tightly around her, his embrace her favourite place to be. She stamps her lips against his, a soft delicate kiss as she scratches at the back of his scalp. When she pulls back, it’s barely enough just for her to speak, “I think this is better though.”
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For a moment, it feels like she’s stepped back in time, her mother’s gaze burning into her. She feels like she’s 16 again and nothing like the confident woman she now is. She hates that it all feels like it’s been stripped away, like she’s a teenager being berated for nothing more than acting her age.
“You have a daughter?”
Her eyes snap up to Elizabeth’s when she speaks, her dark eyes meeting the ones she’d passed down onto her own children, and she clears her throat and nods, “Yes.”
Emily purposely doesn’t mention that she has two other daughters too, seeing no value in bringing them into this situation, a fleeting moment that she wishes she could have protected Evelyn from.
“I think I heard you call her Evely-”
“What are we doing here, Mom?” She asks, cutting her off as she crosses her arms over her chest, not wanting to hear her mother talk about her little girl, her shackles rising just at the mention of Evelyn’s name on Elizabeth’s lips, “Passing the time of day? I need to get home.”
Elizabeth furrows her brows and chokes out a derisive laugh, one that Emily had heard countless times in her life, “I’m just surprised to see you, that’s all. It’s not every day you learn you have a granddaughter.”
It’s Emily’s turn to laugh, and she shakes her head, “Well that was your choice wasn’t it.”
Elizabeth sighs, “Emily-”
“I’ve got to go,” she says, turning to look at the car, not surprised to see Evelyn watching her interaction with Elizabeth, before she looks back at her mother, “I’ve got to get her home.”
“Emily-”
“You don’t get to have any interest in my life, or her,” Emily says fiercely, turning and walking away before she throws one final comment over her shoulder, “Not when you and Dad decided her father wasn’t good enough for me.”
She ignores Elizabeth’s final attempts at getting her attention and she walks towards the car with determination in her step. She knows she only has a few seconds to ground herself, to push away the ache that had settled into her chest, and she blows out a slow breath before she climbs into the car, throwing Evelyn a smile as she starts the engine.
“Mom, who is that woman?” Evelyn asks, turning to look at where Emily had been standing, the other woman already gone.
Emily can feel her smile get tight as she looks at her daughter, and she knows she’ll have to tell her eventually, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it right now, not when she’d barely got her head around the fact she’d just seen her mother for the first time in twenty years.
“No one important, honey.”
Evelyn frowns, clearly not believing her, “But Mom-”
“Evie,” Emily grits out, her grip on the steering wheel tight as she tries not to lose her temper with her daughter, “Please, honey,” she says, looking at her briefly again before she starts to drive, “Not now.”
Evelyn stares at her, her gaze burning into Emily’s side for a moment before she nods, something Emily catches in her peripheral vision, “Do you think we could get some doughnuts on the way home?”
Emily sighs in relief, her shoulders sagging with it as she reaches over and briefly squeezes the teenager's hand, hoping she understands how grateful she is, “Absolutely. I think you deserve them after today.”
Evie smiles at her, clearly happy that she’d cheered her mother up, no matter how briefly, and she reaches over to turn on some music, the rest of their conversation on the way home light and carefree.
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Aaron was worried about his wife.
He could tell something was wrong the moment she’d come home, her smile tight and fake as Evelyn excitedly told him all about her day, about the things she’d learned at the conference. It was only when she’d gone upstairs, excited to spend some time reading the materials she’d been given before dinner time when he’d had a second alone with Emily.
She’d told him that she’d seen her mother, an undeniable shake to her voice that she’d only ever let him hear as she said it before insisting they’d talk about it later. He knew her well enough to understand that she needed time to think about it herself, to come to terms with randomly seeing her mother after so many years before she spoke to him about it, so he’d simply nodded and pulled her into a hug before Hazel had called for her. Watching her slip back into the role of Mom so quickly would have been jarring if he had never seen it so many times before, her love for their children always overriding everything else.
He’s just about to seek her out to suggest ordering dinner when he hears a knock on his office door just before it opens and Evelyn walks in, an unsure look on her face as she closes the door behind her. She pulls the sleeves of her sweater down over her hands, her shoulders tight with nerves in a way they never were, her usual self-confidence nowhere to be seen.
“Are you okay, Evie?” He asks as he stands up, stepping around the desk to put his hand on her shoulder. She blows out a breath and sinks her teeth into her lower lip, looking impossibly more like Emily than she usually does.
“Can I…can I ask you something?”
“Always,” he nods and guides her over to the couch they kept in the home office. It was where Emily would sit when she was pregnant with her and then later Hazel and Mae, she was too uncomfortable to sit at her desk and catch up with her casework, but insisted she didn’t want to sit in a different room to him. He’d bought the couch to allow her to be comfortable and stay close by.
All these years later he could still picture the way she’d smiled at him as he led her into the office, his hand over her eyes so he could show her the surprise, assuring her he wouldn’t let her and the baby fall.
“That woman Mom and I saw earlier,” she asks, her hands in her lap as she picks at her cuticles, “Was that…is she Mom’s mom?”
For the first time, he curses how intelligent his daughter is, and how good she is at putting things together just from a handful of context clues. He clears his throat, “What makes you ask that?”
She rolls her eyes at him, “Because that’s the only reason I can think of to make Mom as freaked out as she was,” she says, “And she looks exactly like her.”
He chuckles, “First of all, if you talk to your mom about this, I’d recommend not saying that,” he says, his smile getting wider as hers does, “And yes. That was her mother.”
They’d given the girls a very watered down version of why they’d never seen or met their grandparents. He knew as they got older they’d need more information, that they’d ask for it, but he hoped they’d be able to get away with it a little longer. He didn’t want to explain to them that the estrangement between Emily and her parents came from the fact they thought he wasn’t good enough for her, because he knew it would imply they weren’t good enough either.
And he never wanted his girls to think they were anything less than important.
Evelyn blows out a breath, her cheeks puffing out with it as she shakes her head, “Poor Mom, that’s…rough,” she tilts her head curiously as she looks at him, “Hasn’t it been forever since she saw her parents?”
“20 years.”
“So yeah,” Evelyn says, looking at him in a way only a teenager could manage, “Forever,” she grumbles as she leans into his side, her head on his shoulder as she settles against him. It takes a moment for him to wrap his arm around her, no longer used to the affection from his eldest, “Dad?”
“Yes, princess?” He says, trying out the nickname she’d declared herself too old for a couple of years ago. If she has a problem with it she doesn’t say anything and instead settles further into his side.
“I don’t ever want to not talk to you and Mom.”
Something about the way she says it makes him ache, the vulnerability she so rarely had shining through in every word. He drops a kiss to the top of her head, as he assures her, taking as much from this rare moment between the two of them as he can before she remembers she’s too cool to love her parents like this nowadays.
“That will never happen, Evie,” he says, kissing the top of her head again, “I promise.”
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January 1999
“Has it been three minutes yet?”
Aaron smiles as he checks his watch and then looks back at his wife, “No, sweetheart. Not yet.”
She grumbles and rests her head on his shoulder, wrapping both of her arms around one of his as she physically has to stop herself from turning around and looking at the pregnancy test on the counter behind them.
“This might be the longest three minutes of my life,” she complains and he chuckles, pressing a kiss to her temple as she squeezes his arm even tighter.
They hadn’t been trying that long, only for a few months, but she hadn’t even realised how much she wanted this, until the first time she took a test that had a negative result. The disappointment had been bitter, painful and burning as she tried to swallow it down, tampering it out with hugs and assurances from Aaron that it was okay, that it would happen when it was meant to happen.
Something felt different this time. She was exhausted and her stomach felt off, the smallest thing prone to making her nauseous. She was trying not to get her hopes up, trying not to get Aaron’s hopes up, but she couldn’t help it.
She was so entirely ready to start a family with him.
She was nervous about becoming a mother, an overwhelming fear she could never quite escape that she’d end up being just like hers. That the lack of maternal affection was genetic and she’d never be able to connect with her child like she wanted to. She knew Aaron had similar concerns, his childhood had been wildly different to hers but he’d been left with the same insecurities. He was constantly outrunning his father’s violence, desperately trying to get out from under the shadow of it.
She knew he had nothing to worry about. He’d never made her feel anything short of safe and loved, and she knew he’d do the same for their children.
“It will be okay, Em,” he assures her, his cheek against the top of her head, “No matter what.”
She hums and turns her head to kiss his jaw, “I know.”
He smiles and checks his watch again and blows out a slow breath, “It’s been three minutes,” he says and she tenses against him, her grip on his arm tight. He turns her to look at him and pulls her against his chest, purposely making sure she can’t see the test, and he runs his hand up and down her back, “You ready?”
She nods and pulls back, her smile shaking a little as they both look down at the test, matching gasps escaping them as they see the bright pink plus sign staring up at them.
“Oh my god,” she exclaims, picking it up and inspecting it closer, as if the very bright lines would disappear, then she looks up at him, a delighted laugh stuck in her chest, “I’m pregnant.”
“You’re pregnant,” he confirms, pulling her into a hug, pressing a fierce kiss to her lips, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she says, her eyes still fixed on the test before she places it back down, “We’re having a baby.”
He cups her cheek and wipes away a stray tear, kissing her again before looking at her with such adoration it makes her ache, “You’re going to be such a good mom.”
She chokes on a laugh as she shakes her head at him, once again taken aback by how well he knew her. How easily it came to him to extinguish any flames of doubt that she hadn’t even expressed to him. She cups his cheek and smiles when he turns his head to kiss her palm, her cheeks aching with it.
“You’re going to be an amazing dad.”
He drops to his knees and presses a kiss to her t-shirt covered stomach and she hugs him to her, her arms wrapping around his head as she uses him to keep her upright, her love for him, for the family they were building, so overwhelming that she thinks she’d fall over without him there.
“Hi baby,” he says quietly, and she has to press her lips together to stop herself from saying anything, wanting to bask in this soft moment between them, the gentleness no one would ever believe he was capable of if she told them one of her favourite things, “We’re so excited to meet you. And you’re so lucky, want to know why?” He asks and she runs her fingers through his hair, her eyes shining as he looks up at her, still talking to her belly as they maintain eye contact, “You have the best mommy in the entire world.”
She can’t hold back the sound that comes out of her, something between a sob and a laugh as she places her hand on her stomach.
“You’ve got a pretty incredible daddy too.” She encourages him upwards, smiling as he crowds her against the counter, the positive pregnancy test just behind her, “We’re really doing this.”
He smiles at the awe in her voice, his love for her expanding in his chest, taking up all the space in his lungs and making him light-headed. He kisses her, the action lost to their wide smiles, and then he pulls back as he nods.
“We’re really doing this.”
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Emily smiles softly as she walks into the master bedroom, only slightly surprised to find Hazel fast asleep in their bed, the 10-year-old snuggled up against Aaron.
“I thought she already went to bed,” she says quietly as she walks in, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching over her husband to run her fingers through Hazel’s hair, “Is she okay?”
He nods and places his hand on her leg, squeezing her thigh through the material of her pants, “She asked if she could sleep in here,” he says, smiling softly at her, “I thought you could do with the extra company too.”
She huffs out a humourless laugh and nods, leaning in to stamp a kiss against his lips before she stands, “You thought right. I’m just going to get ready for bed.”
She makes quick work of her night-time routine, barely looking at herself in the mirror, the similarities to her mother staring back at her in a way they hadn’t in a long time. She’d isolated herself all evening, trying to get her head around what had happened. Aaron had taken it in his stride, keeping the girls entertained all evening with the help of Evelyn who had read with Mae until she fell asleep.
She sighs as she steps back into the bedroom and slips into bed, the weight of the day finally resting on her shoulders the moment she’s lying down. Hazel rolls towards her even though she’s still fast asleep, drawn into her mother’s side almost by instinct. Emily wraps her arms around her daughter and closes her eyes as she breathes her in, the strawberry scent of her shampoo calming her nerves.
“She emailed me.”
Aaron frowns as he turns to look at her, his head tilted in curiosity as their eyes meet, “Who did?”
She clears her throat and presses her lips together, cursing herself internally when her voice shakes a little, “My mother.”
Whatever Aaron had anticipated her to say, it wasn’t that. He feels anger lick at his insides, irritation aimed at a woman he hadn’t seen in two decades threatening to overwhelm him.
“What?”
She laughs humourlessly and nods, running her fingers through Hazel’s soft hair to distract herself, “Yeah. She emailed me this afternoon, which means she’s always had the capacity to find out where I was working or what I was doing,” she swallows thickly and shakes her head, “Which I guess I’ve always known…but having it confirmed sucks.”
He feels the anger threatening to take over, everything he’s always to say about her mother on the tip of her tongue, but he sees the grief in her eyes, the sadness she’d put to rest long ago resurrected by a chance encounter and an email she never could have anticipated receiving just that morning. He pushes the anger away, knowing there would be a time and a place and that it wasn’t now. She needed his love, needed him to be the support he had been for the last two decades, so he slips closer, wrapping his arm around her and their daughter, and kisses Emily’s temple.
“What did it say?”
She sighs, “She wants to see me. She said Dad does too,” she explains, and they fall into a brief silence that she’s grateful for. He knew her better than anyone ever had, and she knew he was waiting her out rather than trying to guess what she wants, “I stopped missing them a long time ago. I don’t think I want a relationship with them, I just want to know what they want.”
She thinks she already knows, a heavy feeling low in her gut that tells her it has everything to do with Evelyn, that her mother may view her as a second chance to have the legacy Emily herself had never quite been able to provide. The thought of it makes her feel sick, protectiveness bubbling in her gut as she thinks of her eldest, of all her daughters, and the life she wants to protect them from.
“Then we’ll go see them.”
She frowns as she looks up at him, her eyebrows knitting together as she smiles sadly, “Honey, you don’t have to come with me,” she says, unhooking an arm from around Hazel and cupping his cheek, “You shouldn’t have to face them after everything.”
She knew that even now, even after everything they’d built together, he still felt as if it was his fault she didn’t have a relationship with her parents. More than once in the weeks and months that followed after them cutting her off he’d asked her if he was worth it. At first, it hadn’t even been about him, it had been about her freedom from expectations she’d never quite been able to escape.
As time went on, it did become about him. As he went from her boyfriend to her husband and then the father of her children, she became more and more irritated that her parents hadn’t been able to accept him. He loved her in a way that she hoped her girls would one day get to experience, and she couldn’t imagine ever wanting to make them choose between the person they loved and her.
Aaron deserved better than whatever her parents thought of him, and she wanted to protect him from that.
“Sweetheart,” he says, his voice firm but kind as he kisses her palm, his breath tickling her skin, “I’d never make you go alone. We’ll face them like we do everything else - together.”
The relief she feels is palpable and she nods, leaning in to kiss the corner of his lips, “Together.”
-x-
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WE NEED SCOUPS FUCKING THE READER IN OBLIVION! RAW! CUM PLAY! ROUGH! CHOKING! THEN BUYING THEM GIVENCHY, YVES SAINT LAURENT, AND HERMES! Like ughhhhhhh my life would be complete🤧😭
the way i melted at this ask?! 😮💨 anon this is so hot!
a/n: this is my test y’all! i’m gonna make this as concise yet detailed as possible lol! 😗
imagine you and seungcheol engaged in some super intense sex, like this is your second or third round and he STILL has the same stamina as when he hit it the first time. it’s so rough, but it feels so great.
he relentlessly pushes in and out of you this round, and you’re practically screaming his name, clutching on to whatever is close to you for dear life. it’s a miracle you haven’t gotten a noise complaint yet.
seungcheol finds the position you’re in incredibly sexy, but what would make it even sexier? his hand around your throat. he slowly wraps his hand around your neck, and gently tightens his grip. he groans at the sight, and you begin to get teary eyed at all of the pleasure.
“fuck baby, you look so hot underneath me… and you’re so close too - your pussy is practically begging me to cum on my cock? you wanna do that don’t you? you wanna cum all over me, pretty girl?”
your breathing gets faster and faster as his words send you over the edge, and you do exactly as he asks - you squirt all over the bed and his lower half. he swipes some of your cum onto his finger and licks it clean, internally melting at how good you taste in his mouth.
“you taste so good baby, you’re so amazing..” he says as he lies on top of you, softly laughing in your ear, kissing you slowly. “you’re the best..”
——
the next day, the both of you decided to go out and he treats you to something special.
“how does this look, cheol?” you turn around from a mirror and model a beautiful cross-body givenchy bag for him.
“it looks perfect, baby!” he smiles at you appreciatively, holding other bags from ysl, gucci, and versace. “i’m taking you to hermes next, remember- anything you want, it’s yours.”
he comes up to you, embracing you from behind as he holds your waist and kisses your cheek.
“you’re perfect.”
-kenny, who has now achieved serious cheolrot thanks to you guys
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