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gentlyweeps-world · 5 months

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The "It" Girl | 4

summary: Being a rookie in the world of Formula One comes with challenges, added on with the fact you’re a girl, American and racing for Red Bull doesn’t help. While you do have your “guard dogs” and “it girl” tendencies, it doesn’t help that you’re also trying to figure out romance.

pairing: 2021 grid x fem! driver, lando norris x fem! driver reader

warnings: sexism, alcohol consumption, toxic environments, uncomfortable situations

Previously: “Now Y/n, what happened last night?” Lewis softly asks, sitting on the edge of the bed.

You could feel your stomach drop, blood rushing to your ears as you recall the events of last night. You glance up at Lewis, your look giving everything away to him.

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

“Lewis, I…” You start, your voice sounding nervous. You take a moment to think about what you want to say.

“I think I ruined everything..” You say, taking a deep breath. “Between Lando and me that is..” A look of sorrow and remorse comes across your face as you think about the events of last night.

Lewis looks back at you with a soft and sympathetic look on his face. “Let me guess… last night it was the booze talking.” He mumbles out.

You nod your head in response.

“I felt like I needed to drink, actually enjoy myself for once..” You mumble out, “And I didn’t know what to do, Carlos was just there, nothing happened..I guess we were pretty touchy but that was all”

Lewis stays silent for a few seconds, just thinking about everything you have said.

“Have you said anything to Lando yet?” Lewis asks. You shake your head no, your stomach beginning to tighten again.

“No, because I don’t know what to say.” You confess.

“You don’t need to say anything right now, just give yourself some time.” Lewis says, he puts his hand on your leg to reassure you.

“The worst thing is..it was with Carlos, Lando and Carlos…they’re so close, and I’m pretty sure I ruined that..” You say, voice cracking

Lewis looks down at you with an understanding expression on his face. “Y/n.. I know this isn’t exactly what you want to hear, and it’s probably the last thing you’re wanting to hear right now…” Lewis says to you, his tone sounding sympathetic once again.

“But if Lando genuinely cares about you and wants to be with you.. he will forgive you for whatever you did last night.” Lewis tells you.

“I guess..” You mumble out, “It was weird Lewis…Carlos kind of put himself onto me, and made me drink..at least that’s how I felt”

Lewis looks at you, his expression remaining soft and understanding. “Y/n that’s not good, that’s not good at all…..” Lewis says to you.

“I’ll have a word with Carlos, I’ll sort it out with him, don’t you worry about any of this, okay?” Lewis says, his voice sounding reassuring.

“Thank you Lew” You say, hugging him you bury your head into his chest. Lewis wraps his arms around you, hugging you back. He takes a moment to think about what he wants to say next.

“Y/n I’m gonna head out now, I’ll go have a word with Carlos, but make sure you get some rest okay? Don’t be too hard on yourself…”

Lewis walks out of the room, and Alex wakes up, looking over at you. “Y/n you alright?” He asks, his voice sounding sleepy and concerned. “Yeah I’ll be okay” You say softly, happy to have such a great support system

“Look, I’m gonna try and go back to sleep. Will you be alright?” He asks. “Yeah I’ll be fine” You reply softly, curling up into bed once more.

The week passes, and before you know it you’re arriving at the Autódromo Hermanos Rodríguez track for the Mexican Grand Prix.

You check your phone quickly, but don’t see any messages from Lando. A small frown etches itself onto your face, but it was expected. You did fuck up.

You walk into the paddock with your manager Elliot, waving and giving a smile to the photographers, briefly talking to the media and of course signing some stuff for fans.

As you walk around the venue interacting with fans, taking pictures, and doing interviews you notice the atmosphere changing slightly. You feel a pair of eyes on you. Looking towards the direction of the stare you see Lando standing there.

He’s looking at you with a blank expression, barely noticing the sadness in his eyes. You can see his lips moving as he’s talking to a reporter. You give Lando a faint smile, continuing your walk to the Red Bull garage.

Time passes, the weekend is already halfway over, and now it’s race day.

You’ll be starting P5 on the grid, Lando in P6, with Max P1 of course.

Nerves settle into your stomach, but so does adrenaline, knowing you could get on podium again. The lights go, and you could make out the “Lights out and away we go!”

Reacting quickly you have a good start, overtaking Charles Leclerc who was starting P4.

After a phenomenal race, you finish P3. Max crosses the finish line in P1. Lando finishes the race just behind you, in P4. The podium happens, and you find yourself standing on the podium again, but this time not as excited. As the Dutch national anthem starts playing, you stand there solemnly, thinking of what happened in the club.

After the ceremony you head towards the post race conference room, once again with Lewis and Max. Soon Lewis is sat in between you and Max, as you three await questions from the reporters. Lewis smiles at you and you smile back.

One of the reporters ask, “Y/n, how does it feel to finish in the top three for two consecutive races?”

“It feels great, the car is good, we have good pace” You say with a polite smile, not having the energy you normally do. The reporter nods in agreement, then moves on with another question.

“Max, how does it feel taking the P1 spot again?” The reporter asks, as Max sits to your right. Max chuckles. “It feels amazing to get my eighth win for the season.” Max says with a grin.

You take a sip from my Red Bull, leaning back in your seat as you three wait for the next question. The next reporter speaks up and has a question for you specifically: “Y/n, does it feel weird to be so close in the points to Lando? Only seven points away in the drivers standing”.

“No I don’t think it’s weird, it’s good to have a healthy rivalry” You answer with an awkward smile. The reporters smile at your answer, before one reporter asks Max a question. “Is the championship now yours?” The reporter asks.

Max chuckles as he answers “It definitely could be, I won’t give up on the fight for it.”

After the conference is over, Lewis leans over to you and whispers something. You lean towards Lewis, waiting for him to tell you what it is. Lewis smiles at you before whispering. “I talked to Carlos… everything is fine now.” Lewis says in a reassuring tone. You nod your head in response, a weight being lifted off your shoulders.

“Lewis…” You whisper. “Yes Y/n?” Lewis asks back, his tone sounding concerned. “Thank you for helping..” You whisper.

Lewis nods his head, the smile returning to his face. “Yeah, of course.” Lewis says with a smile

Once some reporters start to leave, you get up.

Walking with Max back to the Red Bull garage as Lewis goes his separate way to the Mercedes garage. Max is ahead of you, and you can notice he’s a bit lost in thought as well. “Hey Max..” You say, your voice being gentle and sincere as you catch up to him.

Max turns to look at you, a surprised expression on his face. “Yeah Y/n?” Max says, not entirely sure how to reply to your kindness and tone. “Thanks.. for..” You trail off. “For not leaving me behind, for talking to me.” You continue, not entirely sure what else to say to him.

“And for being supportive, I know you get a bad rep but thank you” You smile at him appreciatively, happy to have him, Alex and Lewis as support in your rookie season.

Max smiles at you, and without being asked, he wraps an arm around you. You feel yourself smile back, before looking up at him.

“Are we okay?” You ask him, your voice sounding nervous as you recall the night of the club. Max looks at you, his expression becoming soft and understanding again. “Yeah, yeah we’re okay.” Max tells you. “Let’s just go get that first spot in the constructors championship.” Max nods his head, a small grin appearing on his face. “I don’t think that would be too difficult” You say with a laugh

Max nods his head, letting out a small chuckle. After a few seconds of silence, Max speaks once again.

“He misses you” Max says, not looking at you when he says this. “Yeah I miss him too” You say with a soft smile as you both finally reach the Red Bull garage.

“Y/n I need a word with you” Elliot your manager says, pulling you near a more secluded area in the garage. “What's up?” You ask nervously, not sure if it has to do with the club.

“There's a uh..PR stunt we want to do…” Elliot says, looking a bit nervous as he says this.

Twenty minutes later you found out what it was. “We want you two to fake a relationship” Charlotte, Landos PR manager, repeats. Since Lando and you are not quite grasping the situation.

Now you would be happy about being asked to do this, but Lando hasn't said a word to you, looked at you or even acknowledged you. Lewis was dead wrong.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Lando asks again, it had to be the seventh time he asked.

“The fans love you guys together, and it’ll boost attention, Christian and Zak are all for it” Elliot says, looking up from the tablet he always has on hand.

“Fine whatever” Lando grumbles out, rolling his eyes as he crosses his hand over his chest.

“Y/n? Any input?” Charlotte asks you, clearly not happy with Landos lack of conversation.

“No, I’ll do it” You say quickly, just wanting to leave and go back to the hotel.

“Great! So the first stunt is to go to the Moondrop club and just publicly display yourselves as a couple” Charlotte says with a smile.

You and Lando walk side by side back to the parking lot and to his McLaren in silence. Glancing over at him you can tell he doesn’t want to be doing this.

He unlocks the doors to his car and gets into the drivers side, starting the car before you even get into the passengers side.

He pulls out of the parking lot and starts the drive to the club. “So…” You mumble out, glancing over at him.

“I’m sor-“ You’re instantly cut off by him, “Shut up, I don’t need to hear your excuses Y/n” Lando snaps out, his hands squeezing the steering wheel.

You nod your head, feeling yourself grow numb at his outburst, but in all fairness, you deserved it.

After a painfully awkward silent drive through the streets it was finally time to arrive at the club.

As you two exited the car you heard the sound of hundreds of phones snapping pictures of you two together. “Take my hand” Lando mumbles out, quickly grabbing your hand and entwining your fingers together.

As you get closer to the entrance of the club, Lando puts on a smile, you copy him. The flash photography only got more intense at the sight of you two smiling and holding hands.

Once inside of the club Lando instantly breaks his hand from yours, rolling his eyes he leaves you near the entrance, walking off to the bar.

A shiver of sadness runs up your spine, but you remind yourself, you deserved it.

You glance around the club, noticing Charles, Max and Danny sitting at a booth taking some shots.

You opt to sit by yourself in a tucked away booth. You lean your head into your hand, boredom already consuming you.

Lando walks over to you, sliding into the booth next to you, throwing his arm over your shoulder, “Not as fun when you don’t have Carlos all over you?” Lando lowly says.

You don’t even bother replying, not wanting to deal with petty Lando. You hear him scoff at your silence. He hands you the drink in his hand, “It’s a vodka red bull”

It was your favorite drink, he had the audacity to be an asshole to you, yet get your favorite drink.

You roll your eyes, taking the drink, you sip on some of it.

“Just don’t get too drunk you end up making out with Daniel” He says, his voice full of venom.

Hearing that you instantly pull away from him, “You’re such a fucking….!”

“Shut up and kiss me” Lando cuts you off, pulling you into him once again.

“No! You don’t get to just tell me what to do!” You say, “Someone’s filming just fucking do it” He growls out, snaking his hand into your hair and pulling you into him.

Before you know it his lips are on yours, you instantly wrap your arms around his neck, leaning your body into his.

But just as it started, it ended. He pulls away from you completely.

“They stopped filming” He mumbles out, still keeping his arm over your shoulder.

Your heart drops, “Right” You weakly mumble out.

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f1wags.

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f1wags. Lando Norris and Y/n L/n seen kissing at a public club in Mexico after the Grand Prix!

#F1 Wags #LandoxY/n

user395 YESSSSSS

user0065 tbh I feel bad for Lando

user530 stfu and go touch grass

user657 This is Christian’s way of bribing Lando

mclaren 👀🧡

redbullracing 👀♥️

user486 so happy right now

user3390 She’s probably dating half of the grid, Y/n is a whore everyone knows that

user591 she literally only hangs out with Max, Lewis, Alex and Lando????

user3390 And she’s a home-wrecker

user492 I CANT WAIT FOR THE DOUBLE DATE PICTURES WITH LANDO, Y/N, LILY AND ALEX

user660 Y/n and Lily will end up third wheeling

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radio 🪩: I had to do the fake dating trope, I absolutely love it. Leave any comments, suggestions and requests 🫶

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Save us [Natasha & Scarlett]

Summary : You're tired of fighting, you're losing hope and giving up for your relationship with your two girlfriends who don't want to fight for you

Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader, Scarlett Johansson x Female!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Scarlett Johansson

Warning : Arguing

Word count : 1,723

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You rub the side of your eyes, getting stressed by the endless argument you have had with your two girlfriends for four years now, and you're losing hope; you're losing everything you have to give for them the further you three argue.

You're getting tired and drained from giving all you have to them without receiving anything back. It feels like you're playing house with them, where they're going to need to go or get tired; they’ll just leave without considering you or your feelings, while you're left without anyone but your thoughts.

“Why can't you fucking understand that?! There are things that're more important than staying here. To what? ...to stay here, so you wouldn't mope around about how sad you are alone! "Natasha screamed, getting frustrated and irritated by the simple things you're asking, and so was Scarlett.

“I do; I do understand what you're pointing at, but you're not listening." You quickly shut your mount when Scarlett interrupts you, so you put your hand to your face, covering how broken you are.

“I act for a living, Y/N. This is what I do before you come into my life; this is my life. I can't just say to them, "Sorry, I’m going to be gone for a week or two; my girlfriend wants me to stay in.” That's not how fucking works.” They are ready to leave, bags already packed, already dressed up; only this argument is making them stay.

“And I save lives for living, so I can't just stop taking a break; just fucking think before you become selfish,” Natasha screamed, slamming the door shut on her way out.

“Not everything is in your favor, not because you're our girlfriend; you can just decide or dictate what we're going to do; you're just our girlfriend,” Scarlett followed suit, leaving you completely alone in your shared home, the one they bought because of how welcoming it is, how the house welcomes the natural light, how peaceful the place is, the big backyard where you're obsessed with growing flowers, fruits, and vegetables—this house is just perfect for their liking and yours. That's why they surprised you with the house.

This is your mark of a happy life ahead of you, and this is the house. That's why they surprise you with the house. “This is our mark of a happy life ahead of us,” “and this is our house that we will make happy memories,” they quote.

But now you're asking yourself if this house makes you three happy anymore—the same house the three of you are planning to have a family with and grow old with until your grandchildren drag your ass out to the backyard to play or do something interesting.

You're losing hope that this relationship will be the same; you're falling into a deep hole further and further down until you reach the peak, where there's no way out if you keep pushing yourself to them.

You're body collided in the soft mattress, your sobs are getting muffled by the pillow you're hugging—their pillow to be exact—soaking it with your tears, all the pent-up frustrating, sleepless nights, the feelings you're bottling are now erupting, making your body shake while crying, not caring if the neighbor can hear you—it's just all too much.

You have nothing else to give anymore; you're drained and done with months of arguing and please them to give you at least a little bit of their time, to put you in their first priority. You're tired of forgiving them over and over again, and you don't think you can open the door to let them in one more time. You have no cards to give to them anymore; all the best cards are already used.

They are again saying how sorry they are and how they are going to make it up to you—key word make-up "sex"—through text the next day, but you can't find any word to reply, so you stick with “ok, it's fine," laying your phone face down on the couch while watching some random movies, rom-coms, TV series, or just anything that can pass your time since you don't have anything to do.

But this doesn't sit right with Natasha and Scarlett, waiting for further massages that never come, or maybe they are waiting for your caring self to text them how they are doing, asking if they already eat or how's their day, or maybe they are waiting for your rambling or complaining about how’s your day goes, or how boring it is that your friends are being bitchy on the internet.

but that never came even in the following days; all they got was a short reply and a cold shoulder, making them uneasy through the next few weeks until they got home, worried and hopeful that once they step in the front door, you're going to throw yourself into them like you always do.

"Darling, we're home! "Natasha and Scarlett shout, dropping their bags in the hallway and locking the door.

“In the lounge,” you reply back, not bothering to stand up to great them properly, you're just sitting there in front of a TV while scrolling through social media.

“Hey, there's no kisses or hugs? "Scarlett sat down next to you, so you kissed her on the cheek, doing the same thing to Natasha when she sat on the other side, mumbling, “Welcome home,” then go back, scrolling down through your phone.

"Hey, stop giving us a cold shoulder; we're here. Isn't that what you want? "Natasha whispers softly, caressing your exposed thigh while trying to read you while Scarlett lays her head on your shoulder. The moves you know from the back of your hand indicate they want sex.

“I’m not in the mood.” You push Nat's hand and Scar's head gently, then stand up, going up to your shared bedroom.

“I think we should give her some space for now,” Scarlett whispered, following you with her eyes and sighing in frustration.

“She's just being dramatic, Scar; she's come running to us eventually,” Nat dismissed, going in the kitchen to drink some water and hoping there's food but finding nothing, so she looked back, giving Scarlett a smile, shaking her head while chuckling.

“Fine, what do you want? "Nat gives her a smirk, knowing her way to get her to cooking.

" Pasta, please” With that, they both chat in the kitchen, catching up and having a little fun like they always do right before you come on the picture.

Hearing them giggling and chuckling from the bedroom makes you hate yourself because they are happy without you, they can go to their day without you, and you hate how they can just continue their day without bothering if you're okay or include you.

So in the end, you just move to the farthest room, which is the guestroom. You three didn't use it much, but these past few months, Natasha and Scarlett have usually used it since you three were always arguing and they ended up sleeping in the guestroom while you're alone in your shared bedroom.

But as each day passes, you're feeling yourself uninterested. Sure, you three interact, but not like before, and today is another argument in Natasha and Scarlett’s minds since they need to go again.

“We're heading out now; be safe here.” Natasha kisses your forehead, followed by Scarlett, and you hum, continuing to read your book.

"Ok,” you simply reply, which sends a shiver down their spine.

“Ok? Aren't you going to tell us how workaholic we are? How come we don't spend time here anymore? Leaving you alone, aren't you going to ask us to give you some of our time? "Scarlett frowns while standing, and Natasha thinks the same way, waiting for your answer.

"No,” you're unbothered; not even a single emotion is showing in your face; you're just calm.

“Why? "You shrug at Natasha's question, turning to the next page.

“Why? "You chuckle sarcastically, making Scarlett uncomfortable, shifting from one foot to another and picking her skin, making Natasha step forward to stop her from getting herself hurt.

“You mean ‘begged you for your time? ’, what's the point? To make myself look desperate? Needy? Selfish? Self-centered? "You shake your head with a scrawl face.

“No thanks, plus whatever I say or do will never stop you from leaving or doing what you want; if you want to leave, then go leave; I don't care anymore.” Their hearts both sank down to the pit of their stomachs.

“Like you always say, what you do is more important than being with me for a few minutes, so I’m saving both of you and me the energy you needed for something and time.” Scarlett held Natasha's arm tightly, finding herself starting to have an anxiety attack, but Natasha was rubbing her back. Natasha felt hurt and worried that they pushed you too far.

Sure, she dearly loves Scarlett. I mean, they're already in a relationship when you join the couple, but that doesn't mean she loves you any less. You're the heart of this house; you're keeping them in their toes; you're their center; you're their foundation that's keeping everything in their surroundings magical; you're their Alice in their Wonderland; the apple in their eyes; their home in their heart; and their key to their locks.

In short, they couldn't function without you; you're the center of everything to them, so this makes their world turn upside down, but in a bad way.

“I-I wanna stay……I-I’ll just call to have at least 2 weeks leave,” Scarlett mumbles, getting lost of words, and all she can think about is being with you, to cuddle you, kiss you, hug you, and just be with you, and so does Natasha.

‘I-I wanna….stay too,” but before they can dial a number, you quickly stop them.

“Oh no, please don't. Don't let me hold you back. Just because I speak what's on my mind, please do leave and go on with your week.” You give them a tight smile, then go back to reading.

But the two shake their heads no, wanting to be as close to you as possible, but before they can approach the bed, their whole world crashes into pieces.

“Besides, I’ve fallen out of love.”

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forecast0ctopus · 1 year

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the perfect man doesnt exi–

#im in love w him he is so goofy #don’t worry arthur ur looking very handsome #bbc merlin #merlin #merlin fanart #arthur pendragon #bbc merlin fanart #merlin art #bbc merlin art #the adventures of merlin #arthur pendragon fanart #the way he startles when gwen and merlin arrive ……#hes got a certain je ne sais quoi about him (stupid)#obsessed w him #i havebt done any paint-y things since like 2021 on account of im not good at it but ghis goofy little sketch worked out well enough lmao #anyways.#arthur pendragon youre so vain carly simon moment

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boldstarks · 1 month

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Giedi Prime (House Fenrir Dune AU)

word count: 1498 Words pairing: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Bene Gesserit!Reader warnings: none (yet) summary: you arrive on Giedi Prime for the Na-Baron's birthday celebration, but you have another task ahead of you.

Before you arrived on Giedi Prime, you didn't believe a place could be completely devoid of color, but as you stand on one of your father's heighliners looking over the planet, you have come to believe what they say. You peered at the black and white planet below from the bridge as the ship waited for its permission to land on the surface. House Fenrir was one of the many invited to the celebration for the Na-Baron's twentieth birthday and one-hundredth gladiator fight.

Even from outside the atmosphere, you can see the planet is heavily polluted from the fervent industrialization led by House Harkonnen over the centuries.

A nervousness settled in your stomach when you entered the planet's orbit, and your father's reservations about the match weren't easing the anxiety creeping through your bloodstream. Today was the day that you would begin to seduce the Baron's heir.

"We could always go back home," the archduke said. He has joined you at the window.

"It would not serve our house to make an enemy out of the Harkonnens," you reply in a monotone voice.

They were known for maintaining a cruel and tyrannical grip over their worlds. Violence and war were ingrained in their culture, and you had no doubt they would inflict that bloodshed on your people. If their treatment of the people of Arrakis was any indicator of how they treated those who displeased them, you knew they could do the same to Fenrir.

"Wise words," Lady Aurelia, your father's concubine, said.

Lady Aurelia was the closest thing you had to a mother after your own had died of a mysterious illness during your adolescence. You knew she did not see you the same way, though. Your father openly favored you and your older sister, Maron, over her two sons. To her, you were simply an obstacle in the way of her eldest son inheriting your father's title.

"They could reverse engineer our harvesters or simply kill us and take over production, and the emperor wouldn't bat an eye," you said, turning away from the grim image of the planet that you would soon call home if all went according to the Reverend Mother's plan.

"I hate the thought of leaving you in this place," Vulcan says.

Lady Aurelia sighs. "Y/N can take care of herself; I've seen to it."

"Lady Aurelia is right, father. I am more than capable of completing the task that the sisterhood has given me," you tell him.

Your reassurance only causes the worry lines around his mouth and forehead to deepen.

"Your Grace," a servant said.

The three figures at the window turn, and the servant curtsies quickly in respect.

"We have been given permission to land, Your Grace. We await your command," the servant says and curtsies again.

You watch her nervously scamper off. It seems that Vulcan wasn't the only one on edge today.

The landing was relatively uneventful, and the surface of Giedi Prime was just as bleak as you imagined. There were no natural plants in sight, and the air had a bitter taste to it that coated your tongue, throat, and sinuses. It made you miss Fenrir bitterly, with its vast oceans and thick forests that enveloped the less developed parts of the planet.

In the light of Giedi Prime's black sun, your ice blue dress looks silver. It's form-fitting to your body with a halter neck and leaves your arms bare. The look was completed with teardrop-shaped pearl earrings set in silver hardware.

A female servant is already waiting for you when the ship lands. She is pale and completely devoid of hair. She wears a dark-colored dress of a peculiar cut, and she keeps her eyes on the floor.

She curtsies deeply when you step off the ship with your father and Lady Aurelia into Harkonnen Palace's ship dock.

"I have been ordered by the Baron to show you to your quarters before the spectacle, Your Grace," the servant says in a small, timid voice.

Your father opens his mouth to reply, but the girl turns on her heel quickly and hurries toward another crowd of visitors being led by another woman in an identical dress. She waits to let the guests from a house you didn't recognize pass before continuing her beeline to the door.

You see Vulcan and Aurelia exchange a glance before all three of you follow after her.

The inside of the Harkonnen Palace is just as bleak as the outside. It is made up of identical black and white hallways; one could easily get lost in them. The servant girl expertly navigates these identical hallways without raising her eyes. She's obviously been here for quite a while. You wonder what horrible things she witnessed, or perhaps endured, in her employment here.

The woman is completely silent until she arrives at a nondescript slate gray door with a black panel installed on the wall next to it. "This is your room, Lady Y/N, and your parents are right beside you."

She motions toward an identical door to the left.

Lady Aurelia goes to her and your father's door and presses her hand to the panel. The panel glows, and the door slides open.

"What did it just do?" your father asks, puzzled.

"The doors to your quarters are programmed, so you need your handprint to get into them, Your Grace," the girl responds. "The Baron has found guests feel more secure when they are the only ones who have access to their living space."

Your father nods and presses his hand to the panel. Lady Aurelia walks into their room without another word.

"Just knock if you need anything, darling," Vulcan said, following her inside.

Their door slides shut behind them, leaving you alone with the servant.

"How did I find my way around?" you ask.

The girl makes eye contact with you for the first time.

"I strongly advise you not to walk around without someone to escort you, My Lady," the servant girl said firmly. "This is not a place where one wants to get lost."

This wasn't a request; it was a warning. The girl's eyes darted back toward the ground. You place your hand on your door's panel. It warms slightly when it scans your handprint. The door slides open, and you step inside. The servant girl won't meet your eye again before the door slides shut.

If you were anyone else, you would feel as though you had stepped into the belly of the beast. But you're not just anyone; you're Bene Gesserit. You're exactly where you're meant to be.

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You sit on an elevated platform that sits slightly lower than the one occupied by the Baron Harkonnen, the Reverend Mother, and your father, the Archduke, along with an unknown count and his wife. The crowds in the stands below are packed with Giedi Prime citizens. The black sun has once again washed the color out of everything. You were provided a pair of small field glasses to view all the fights through.

You're sitting with six other Bene Gesserit sisters that you have never met before. Despite knowing little about them, having some of your sisters here is a comfort.

In some twisted way, you looked forward to having your way with Feyd-Rautha. The Reverend Mother Helen described him as violent, calculating, and isolated. The Baron and his brother, whom they called the Beast, were neither fit to raise an emotionally intelligent, stable child. That only made your job simpler. It doesn't matter how physically strong Feyd-Rautha is; he's sexually and emotionally vulnerable. And you could mold him into whatever you see fit.

The opening fights are lackluster. It's obvious the opponents have been drugged to ensure the safety of the Harkonnen gladiators. You noted this with distaste and nearly rolled your eyes. The Harkonnens claimed to be the most dominant, well-trained fighters in the galaxy, but they couldn't be bothered to truly fight someone without resorting to petty vices and trickery. Nevertheless, the crowd roars with satisfaction whenever blood is spilled on the sand of the gladiator pit.

Now comes the main event: Feyd-Rautha's one-hundredth kill in the gladiator pit. Was this the measure of a Harkonnen man? Slaughtering drugged prisoners was supposed to be a show of power and strength while wearing a shield.

A horn blows, and the crowd begins to shriek and whoop once again. In the arena, a large set of doors slide open, and the Na-Baron emerges from the darkness beyond the doorway, a knife in each hand. He raises them toward the sun and circles the pit. The light of the black sun glints off the blades. He's hairless, like the other inhabitants of his planet. He's dressed in light black armor and practically preens for the crowd before kneeling. He bows his head in respect to his uncle and dedicates this win to the man.

The Baron is satisfied by this display, and the barbarism begins.

taglist: @ariesmai

#dune #dune part two #dune x reader #house harkonnen #house atreides #feyd rautha harkonnen #feyd rautha x reader #dune 2021 #baron harkonnen #glossu rabban #bene gesserit!reader #Bene Gesserit #lady y/n of house fenrir

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iliketangerines · 2 months

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could u write something just for mk 2021 kung lao? i barely see any fics for him😔😔 (not pressuring!!)

a reminder that you're mine

a/n: i gotchu cuties. lmao the way that these all line perfectly is actually so cool. i have a love-hate relationship with this movie but hopefully the sequel is better

pairing: dom!kung lao x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), overstimulation, breeding kink, spanking, pussy-eating, finger-fucking, nipple play

Kung Lao nearly snaps his chopsticks at the sight of Kano shamelessly flirting with you, bumping his shoulder into his and leaving unnecessary touches on your body

Kano had been giving you flirty and lewd comments about you since he had gotten here, whistling at the sight of your ass in training tights and making sex jokes every 5 seconds

after Kung Lao angers Kano enough to have him reveal his arcana, Kano flirts with you even harder, shooting a wink your way and sneering at Kung Lao

Liu Kang has to put a hand on Kung Lao’s arm to stop him for reaching for his hat and slicing off the irritating man’s head

the entire time you’re just smiling politely, trying to keep Cole away from Kano because the Aussie seemed to have much too fun bullying the boxer

when dinner finally ends, Kung Lao grabs onto your arm tightly and drags you off to his bedroom, leaving Liu Kang to clean up the dishes with Cole

he slams the door behind you and presses you against the wall and kisses you deeply, grabbing and squeezing the back of your neck, and you relax into him

he brings one of his legs to hook onto his waist and grinds into your cunt, and you whine into his mouth and you grind back onto him

he parts from your lips and trails kisses down your neck, sucking a hickey into your neck so that fucking Aussie knows that you belong to someone else

you whimper into the air and bring your hand into his hair, slipping off the hair tie in his hair and tugging on his locks

he grunts into your neck and moves down, moving your uniform aside to mouth at your breasts and nip at your nipples, smiling at your short yelps and needy whines

he twists and pinches with his rough fingers, and he suddenly remembers that Kano sleeps in the room right next to him

a part of him wants to stop, so that the Aussie won’t be able to hear your moans, but then he’s struck with the idea that he’ll be able to show Kano that you’re only Kung Lao’s, and that Kano will never be able to have you

he sucks and bites your nipples desperately, and you let out a loud whimper as he gets rougher in his ministrations

he switches to the other nipple, giving it just as much attention as the one he just laved with attention, and makes sure to leave your nipples sore and swollen from how much he teases them

he goes back up and picks you up, muffling your noises with his mouth as he carries you to the mattress and deposits you gently onto it

he quickly takes off your uniform, a testament to how much he’s worn the uniform himself, and he shucks it to the side before placing your legs over his shoulder

he spreads your pussy lips with your fingers, and you whine, covering up your mouth with your hand in embarrassment, and he pinches your clit in annoyance

he tells you that he wants to hear all your pretty moans, and you blush but remove your hand and reach out towards him

he softens just for a bit, intertwining your fingers together, and goes back to your cunt, nipping at the sensitive flesh of the inside of your thighs

your legs twitch around his head, and you let out pathetic yelps as continues to nip at your thighs but never your cunt

you whimper out a please, and he smiles at you, telling you to speak up for him

he blush but repeat your words loud enough for Kano to hear it from the other room, and Kung Lao says ‘gladly’ and buries himself in your cunt, moaning at your sweet taste

you whine loudly, head thrown back as your other hand goes and grabs his hair

he licks at your clit, sucking on it harshly to try and draw as many sounds out of you as possible and takes his free hand to pump his fingers in you, crooking his fingers just right to have grinding down on him and keening loudly

he fucks you on his fingers roughly, trying to get you to cum, and he presses his tongue long and flat against your clit, lifting up the hood and suckling on the sensitive nub

you cry out loudly at the sensation and squeeze his hand tightly as you cum on his fingers

he fucks you through your orgasm, flicking your clit with his tongue as you grind down on his fingers and start to sob at the overstimulation

he continues to lap at your clit, determined to make you cum at least one more time on his fingers before fucking you on his cock

he grinds his hips down on the mattress to ease the tension as he brings you to another orgasm, your pussy clenching down on his fingers and your moans echoing throughout the room

he removes his fingers from your drooling cunt and sucks on his fingers, tasting your cum on his fingers, and you whimper at the sight

he gets onto his knees, taking off the rest of his uniform, and you trace his muscles with your fingers, and he lets out a shaky breath

you trace the symbol on his ribs, running your fingers over the raised red skin that denotes his status as a kombatant

he kisses you sweetly, gripping your hips and digging his fingers in so hard that you whimper into his mouth and that there will be bruises there the next day

he stares into your eyes when he pulls back, admiring how teary-eyed you already are before flipping you over and smashing your face into the sheets

he presses a firm hand into the arch of your back and smacks your ass with a resounding slap that echoes in the room

he does that a few more times, admiring how your ass jiggles at the impact, and you sob every time he hits your ass

finally he spreads your folds and runs his cock along your pussy, wetting his dick before finally sliding into you

you let out a loud moan, hands fisting the sheets, and Kung Lao stifles a moan before setting a ruthless pace, the sound of slapping skin and your whines filling the room

he angles his hips so that he hips that sweet spot inside of you, and you moan loudly at the contact, blabbering out nonsense as you beg him to cum

he smiles and uses one hand to grip your hip tightly and uses his other than to rub at your clit

he smiles at how fucked-out you look, how your hair pools around your head and how tears drip down onto the sheets

your pussy clenches down on him as your cum from previous orgasm drips down onto the sheets below you

he tells you that you look so good fucked-out on his cock, that he’s the only one to please you like this, yeah?

you whine out a yes, that he’s the only one who can make you feel this way, that he’s the only one who can fuck you like this

Kung Lao hears something from Kano’s room, and he tries to fuck into you deeper

you whine out for him to please please fill you, that you’ve been so good, please

he smirks, mocking you ‘yeah, you just need to be bred like a good bitch, show everyone who you belong to, huh? just a good little bitch to breed the next great Kung Lao’

you nod dumbly at his words, sobbing that you want to be bred by him, that you only belong to him

it sends him over the edge at how you want to have his kids, how you want to bred like a bitch in heat, and he shoots in load into you, and you follow quickly after as he rubs desperately at your clit

still, he continues fucking his cum into you, making sure that it takes and that you’ll have healthy heirs

you whine, hips twitching to get away, but Kung Lao keeps a tight grip on you and keeps on fucking into you, needing you to cum on his cock one more time

he says that he needs to come inside you one more time, to make sure that it takes, to make sure you’re properly bred

you sob at his words, sniffling at how he continues to abuse your wet pussy and sensitive clit, and he sweetens his words

he tells you that you’ll look so beautiful carrying his heirs, how gorgeous you’ll look caring for his child, and how your breasts will look so pretty carrying milk

you let out a choked moan, and your pussy spasms on his cock as you come one more time

Kung Lao quickens his pace, chasing his own high and cumming deep inside of you

he stays inside of you for a few minutes, keeping his cum deep inside of you to really make sure that it stays, and he rubs at your ass soothingly, whispering apologies to you about how rough he as

you can only let out little hums as you drift in and out of sleep

finally, Kung Lao pulls out of you and puts on a robe to grab some water and some food

outside, he sees Kano leaving his room to look for some tissues, and Kung Lao gives the Australian a smug smirk, knowing that Kano had heard everything and knows for sure that you were his and only his

if last night wasn’t enough, when Kano walks into the dining hall and finds you sitting prettily in Kung Lao’s lap with his hand pressed protectively over your womb and a dark hickey high on your neck, Kano knows that you fully belong to Kung Lao

#tangerine writes #tangerine answers #mortal kombat #mk #mortal kombat 2021 #mk 2021 #mortal kombat smut #mk smut #mortal kombat x reader #mk x reader #mk x y/n #mk x you #kung lao #kung lao x reader #kung lao x y/n #kung lao x you #kung lao smut

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capybar00stash · 8 months

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gabriel loves his personal space, brahms and vincent also loves gabriel's personal place

they're besties now because i said so!

i liked the older sketch i drew of these two so maybe that can be a commonly occurring post on here, eh?

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capybar00 · 1 year

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fluffy face holding with Vincent and Gabriel

I love these two long haired homicidal bastards too much, so here's some fluff of them, also they're besties because I said so. So have a meme of it! (give me credits if you're using it, also click on the pics for better quality!)

(I'm more of a thomcent shipper anyway-)

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pinkgibbon · 5 months

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family business

after the events of yakuza 0 they become business partners and run the best massage/real estate company the world has ever seen

#yakuza #yakuza 0 #makoto makimura #tetsu tachibana #ryu ga gotoku #i painted ovr a drawing i had started in 2021 and its so much better now. its not even recognizable as the same artist tbh #which is reassuring bc i actually feel like my art has gotten worse since my rgg days and this shows that progress is not linear :)#nyways i thought the rendering looked a little leyendecker-y so i scribbled in a white background to match #i tried to make them look related but idk if i got it across. luckily the bar sega has set in that department is not hard to reach #rgg #etc etc #yakuza 0 spoilers #i guess #my art #fanart #oops hi i saw that pisssinger died and forgot to click post

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crazyhearttragedy · 6 months

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Ally in Battle - Paul x reader

You watched in horror as Paul Atreides fought against the Harkonnen soldiers, his movements swift and deadly. But as you saw his opponents closing in on him from all sides, fear began to gnaw at your heart. Paul was strong, but he was outnumbered. Without thinking, you ran towards him, calling out his name.

"Paul! Paul, we have to go!" Paul turned around, surprise etched on his face.

He didn't expect to see you here, in the middle of a battle. Before he could say anything, you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards you

"Please! Please don't leave me here alone!" you begged, your eyes pleading.

Paul's heart broke at the sound of your voice. He knew how scared you were, how much you needed him. Without a moment's hesitation, he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close.

"We're not going anywhere without each other," he said firmly, his eyes full of determination.

With Paul by your side, you felt a small sense of comfort amidst the chaos. You had always been drawn to his strength and confidence, how he always seemed to know what to do in even the most dire situations.

As you fought against the Harkonnen soldiers alongside Paul, you felt more alive than you ever had before. You were a fighter, a survivor, just like him. In that moment, you knew that no matter what the future held, you would always have Paul by your side, and that was enough to give you the strength to keep fighting.

#y/n #paul atreides x reader #dune 2021 #dune x reader

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aebluu · 1 year

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❅ Christmas Time ❅ | Chuu ♡ All I Want For Christmas Is You

#Christmas Time #femadolsedit #femaleidol #femaleidols #ggnet #ggdaily #namjoonlisa #usermandu #kpopccc #kgirlsquad #kgoddesses #m:chuu #g:loona #y:2021 #t:gif #g:group #N:500

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serevena · 4 days

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Leaving Tonight.

Pairing - Ellie Williams x Fem!reader

a.n - hey everyone :))..I’ve really been trying to write what makes me comfortable enough to put on my blog, as well as trying not to worry if it’ll get thousands of notes. I’m just all about the vibes of my fics now..this doesn’t mean I’ll stop writing smut however, it’ll just be less frequent or have a buildup beforehand. So if you like that, don’t worry..this has been sitting in my drafts since last year and technically isn't finished but i also feel like ending it on the note it does is..evil, so it's perfect. Enjoy. <3

Warnings - Provocative language, Ellie self sabotages, potential tlou II spoilers, mentions (?) of a canon character death, mentions (?) of grief, depression, the whole nine yards, copy and pasted from the game, no comfort because I’m a monster!

It’s like a bunch of broken picture frames but,

The smell of pumpkin spice filled the air of you and Ellie’s shared home. You both had the perfect life. Running away from your small town to live together. As one..

In another reality.

But this one, no..that was nearly impossible considering the circumstances.

The photo still remains the same.

Considering Ellie had watched someone so close to her take their last breath. At the hands of a woman she still didn’t know. At the hands of a woman she was infatuated with in every worst way possible.

And you were just standing in the way.

You tried to pretend like everything was okay. To take Ellie’s mind off of the horrors she’d been exposed to. But it was just..impossible. You knew she couldn’t forget something like that. Let alone be a happy girl. And she would never put that front on just to comfort you.

Even if she loves you.

It’s haunting me, making it harder to breathe..

The air was off. your girlfriend..was off. you could feel it the second you woke up from your nap. but how? why? why could you sense it? why was that feeling here?

you shook from the cold as the light illuminating from the only light in you and Ellie's shared room wavered, flickered from the open window. little drops of your tears of oxalate, the rain, soaking the chipped paint of your window sill. The door was open, and you called out to Ellie, wondering what she could be doing up at this hour.

I’m leavin’ tonight..

“Ellie..” you stood feet away from her, hearing rustling from her bag. The same bag she carried all of your shared memories to this house with. The same bag she’d leave this house with.

And you knew..god, you knew. You felt like you were treading on ice, making sure not to fuck up your words or else she’d been gone just like that.

Your body was warm..coldness and heat fighting within your skin. You were scared. But, frustrated.

“I have to finish it.”

She has to finish it. She has to avenge Joel no matter what.

No matter what.

I swear to God the voices wouldn't shut up.

#castasplla #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie tlou2 #ellie x y/n #can anyone tell I tried to incorporate 2021 tlou tumblr into this #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us 2 #ellie williams x fem!reader #ellie #ellie miller #ellie x fem reader #tlou ellie #ellie x you

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gentlyweeps-world · 5 months

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The “It” Girl | 6

pairing: 2021 grid x fem! driver, lando norris x fem! driver reader

warnings: sexism, alcohol consumption, toxic environments, uncomfortable situations, angst

Previously: Why was it so difficult for you? Sure you had experienced things like this in karting, and the other ranks of Formula Racing, but this felt different.

You slide down against the door and quietly sob to yourself, not wanting to run to Max or Lewis this time.

Suddenly a knock comes on the door, and Lando’s voice filters through the door. “Y/n can I come in?” He asks softly.

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

“You’re the last person I want to see” You reply dryly, wiping the tears off your face. You hear a sigh on the other side of the door, and a moment of silence. “I know Y/n, but can I please come in to at least talk for a moment?” Lando says, sounding slightly frustrated.

“Why? Are you going to insult me some more?” You say angrily, opening the door.

You open the door and Lando enters, his face fills with shock and irritation to see you looking so depressed. He walks over and sits down on the bed next to you. “I just wanted to apologize for earlier, I didn’t mean what I said.” He says quietly, “but you were annoying me, and you should just stop being so sensitive, it’s annoying.”

The words land like stab wounds to your heart. “Just stop being sensitive?” You say, your eyes filling with tears again. “Thanks for the great fucking advice and kindness, I really appreciate it!” You say annoyed.

Lando’s eyes fill with annoyance as you lash out at him, “Well maybe you should just learn to get over yourself. You always complain to Max about everything.”

He continues to glare at you, his eyes filling with frustration. “You know, it’s obvious you like me, but you’re too much of a pussy to admit it.”

Lando looks to you trying to gauge your reaction as his tone softens slightly.

You scoff to yourself, “You’re a fucking dick Lando, you know that?” You say voice full of spite.

“And you’re a sensitive little pussy who needs to stop getting so offended at everything.” Lando says in return, his voice filling with annoyance as he stares at you.

“But hey, guess it doesn’t matter too much, I’ll get over you by the end of the season either way. We don’t need to be friends” Lando says, looking away from you and at the wall in front of him.

You just sit there silently, tears forming in your eyes again as they fall down your face.

“Oh no, here we go again.” Lando says under his breath, his annoyance filling his tone with a bit more spite and anger.

“Just let it out Y/n, you know crying is your favorite thing to do.” He says in an irritated tone.

You’re too tired to say anything back, too tired to fight him back, or else you would.

Lando notices your silence, and his tone softens a tad bit. “Do you want me to leave so you can cry alone, or do you want me to stay so you can yell at me some more? What do you want me to do Y/n?” He asks softly, his tone filling with slight annoyance.

“Can you just shut up? Please? Like for one moment stop talking” You say softly, leaning back onto the bed.

Lando stares at you with an annoyed expression, before he sighs and leans back against the bed next to you. He remains silent, his face still filled with irritation as he stares straight ahead.

You are too exhausted to carry on, and you begin to feel as if you are going to fall to sleep. Before you do, Lando turns his face towards you. “Can I just lay with you until I fall asleep?” He whispers softly, his face now filled with sadness rather than annoyance. “Please?” Lando adds on.

“Sure whatever” You mumble out, too tired to quite care what happens. You slowly fall asleep next to him on the bed.

You slowly drift off to sleep next to Lando, both of you laying in the bed in silence.

Lando seems unable to fall asleep, and you can feel him still staring at you.

Eventually he leans over and kisses you on the forehead, before also closing his eyes and falling asleep.

You remain in his embrace, and you begin to feel a slight twinge of guilt, mixed with a feeling that you do appreciate his gesture.

You feel his arms wrapped around you tightly, holding you close to him as you drift off to sleep. You feel his chest rise and fall as he breathes, and after a moment of thinking you realize that you feel quite safe with him.

You wake up several hours later in the same position as when you fell asleep, and you notice that Lando is still asleep. His arm wrapped around you tightly, and your head resting against his chest.

You lay there for a moment, enjoying the sense of security that you feel, before realizing you should probably wake up Lando.

You reach up and shake Lando’s arm, trying to wake him up. After a few moments of shaking him, Lando opens his eyes and looks down at you with a half-asleep expression.

“Wha? What time is it?” He asks tiredly as he rubs his eyes and tries to regain his senses.

“It’s uh..1:28 am, do you want to head back to your room?” You mumble out tiredly.

Lando nods his head, “Yeah, I don’t really want to be sleeping in your bed.” He says, looking at you with a soft smile on his face. “Although it was sort of nice having you next to me.” He says softly, blushing slightly as he speaks.

“Well I’ll see you in the morning I guess.” Lando says, turning around to head back to his room. You can see a slight smile on his face as he walks out the door, and you’re not too sure why you feel slightly warm at the sight of that smile.

You fall back asleep in bed, feeling better this time.

You fall back to sleep, feeling a lot more relaxed and at ease in the bed. You drift off and soon you’re in another deep slumber. When you finally open your eyes again it’s already morning but you feel more relaxed than you’ve felt in days.

You check your phone, seeing you have two hours before you even have to be at the track. Then you look through your notifications, seeing the pictures Alex sent of you and Lando on the plane you smile at them.

You text your PR manager Elliot asking him and Charlotte if they’ll be making a statement of you and Landos “relationship” anytime soon.

You text Elliot asking if he and Charlotte are planning to make a statement about your and Lando’s relationship soon, to which he replies:

“Hey Y/n, I’m talking with Charlotte about it now and we’re leaning towards yes, but we’re not 100% sure yet. We’ll know more after the race.”

You feel your stomach drop with a sudden sense of nerves as you read Elliot’s text message, not sure how the FIA or public, who were against you, would take it.

You feel your heart begin to race a bit as you re-read Elliot’s message, and after a moment of consideration you reply back:

“Thanks Elliot, can you make sure you keep me updated so I can mentally prepare myself.”

You lean back against the pillow, taking a few deep breaths.

“You’ll be okay…” You mutter softly to yourself, stretching in bed.

“You’re a woman in Formula One, you can do anything” You add on, finally getting up out of bed and getting ready for the media duties ahead.

Before you know it you’re arriving to the track, but as you get out of your car to walk into the paddock you spot Lando walking your way.

You walk towards the Paddock when you see Lando walking towards you, your mind suddenly racing with thoughts. Suddenly you’re hit with the feeling of nerves and anxiety, as you are unsure what to expect.

Lando looks at you and smiles, not saying a word as he walks closer and puts his arm around you, his smile still on his face.

You look at him with shock, but realize he probably wants you two to walk into the paddock together for the PR stunt.

You place a fake smile on your face as the pair of you walk into the Paddock together. The two of you quickly draw the attention of the fans and reporters, and as you two walk through the Paddock you can hear the reporters talking to you as well.

Lando seems more than happy with the attention, and seems happy for the fans to be shipping the two of you together.

Photographers go crazy, flashes of cameras as you and Lando walk together.

You and Lando walk together through the Paddock, attracting a crowd of fans and reporters. The photographers continue to flash their cameras as they try to get the best pictures of the pair of you walking together hand in hand.

All of the sudden you can feel Lando grab your hand tight, the grip firm and hard. You quickly look up at him, wondering why he had done this.

“What’s wrong?” You mumble out softly, eyes still on him. You follow his eyes and spot Carlos looking at you too during his interview, then it hit you.

You follow his eyes and spot Carlos looking at you as well during his interview, which causes you to suddenly have a realization. You suddenly look back at Lando, and the dots begin to connect.

You slowly look back at Lando, seeing the gears shift in his eyes and the feelings he had come back up from that fateful weekend.

You gently squeeze his hand, trying to reassure him everything is okay.

Lando looks at you as you squeeze his hand, his eyes filling with emotion as all of the memories of that weekend seem to come rushing back to him.

You notice his face fill with worry and irritation, and his grip on your hand loosens, his arms slumping by his sides.

“You should go to the Red Bull garage” He mumbles out.

“Right..” You mumble out weakly, turning away from Lando and heading to the Red Bull garage, going to meet with Elliot to do your media duties.

Media day and qualifying passes by quickly, and before you know it’s race day. You zip up the rest of your race suit, pulling your balaclava down and put your helmet on.

In a blink of an eye you're lined up in the P4 position, Valtteri ahead of you and Lando behind you in P5.

Then the lights go out, your nerves and adrenaline reacting before you do. You’re one lap down, stuck in the same position as you were before.

“Gap between Norris is 1.6 seconds” You race engineer says, “Defend” He adds on.

“Roger” You reply, defending against Lando. He tries to overtake you but his front tyre smashes into your rear one.

Your RB16 is sent flying, your halo keeping you safe as it slides against the track and flips into the barrier. Your head slams back, vision fading.

“Y/n? Y/n are you okay?” You hear the fading voice of your engineer. Complete darkness surrounds you, since after all, you had passed out.

Lando however, wasn’t aware of that. “Fuck! For fucks sake, was that Y/n?” He says over radio to his own engineer, panic and frustration evident in his tone as stops his McLaren.

“Yes we can confirm that was L/n” His engineer replies, “Zak doesn’t want you leaving” He adds on.

“I don’t give a fuck what Zak wants, that’s my girlfriend” Lando growls out before getting out of his McLaren and running over to help the marshalls.

…..

“No I don’t give a fuck if you’re her “boyfriend” I’m not letting you in here! The last time you spoke to her you made her cry, she’s my fucking sister!”

You could make out the faint angered voice of Max, with a groan you wake up, the lights from the hospital flooding your vision.

“Just let me see her!” Lando says, exasperation clear in his voice. You look around and see Max blocking the door with Lando trying to get in.

“No! You’re the reason she’s here!” Max adds on, shoving Lando as some nurse tries to stop their arguing.

“Hi I’m sorry but you guys need to quiet down..” The nurse says nervously, but with one glare from both Max and Lando she walks off, probably too tired to care at that point.

You groan again, sitting up slightly, but as you feel the pain of your injuries you lie back down, your head spinning as you lay awake.

You can hear voices coming from outside the door, with one sounding familiar but you are too disoriented to recognise who it is.

Max and Lando’s voices stay disoriented, you just lay there on the bed staring up at the ceiling, for one of them to notice you awake, but they’re stupid.

You glance around the room, noticing some flowers, cards and stuffed animals from team members, friends and other drivers. But the one that sticks out is a French bulldog stuffed animal, with a card on the table next to you.

A smile forms on your face, knowing it’s from Lewis. You reach over to grab it but let out a groan. Lando shoves past Max and rushes towards you. “Hey just lay back down, I’ll take care of you..” He murmurs out, grabbing the stuffed dog and placing it in your hands.

Max lets out an annoyed huff and rolls his eyes, showing that he wasn’t thrilled Lando was here.

“How are you holding up?” Lando asks, his tone calm but his eyes filling with concern.

Max glances over at the pair of you, and then rolls his eyes and leaves the room.

“I don’t need you taking care of me.” You say to Lando, your voice still slightly weak and soft from the accident.

“I just don’t understand you Lando..” You add on, “One moment you act loving towards me, then the next you’re closed off and insulting me”

You glance at Lando, “I know what I did hurt you, I know I should have talked to you..”

“Yeah well that’s how relationships are Y/n.” Lando says softly, “It’s never perfect, we’re going to have ups and downs.” He says, glancing away from you.

You can see his expression change when he sees you looking at him, and suddenly his gaze hardens and he looks back at you. “Let’s just forget this ever happened.” He says coldly, glancing away from you.

“No..please Lando, don’t walk away, I’ve already lost you once..” You say softly, voice breaking as a lump forms in your throat.

“I know whatever this is, I know it’s PR and fake dating..I know that..”

“But I can’t help that I long for you..”

Your voice seems to hit a nerve in Lando as his eyes fill with shock, and his body language immediately relaxes. He opens his mouth as if he’s going to say something, but then closes his mouth and turns away from you.

He stands there looking away from you, his eyes now filled with guilt and shame as his hands curl up tight into fists.

After a moment of silence, Lando lets out a sigh and walks away, closing the door behind him.

Your body goes numb, heart breaking as you hold your breath, hoping he comes back and changes his mind.

But he doesn’t, instead it’s Max coming in. Clearly pissed off.

He stops in his tracks as soon as he sees you, eyes watering and the color drained from your face.

“That pussy..” He mutters out to himself, coming to your side and pushing your head into his chest as he wraps his arms around you.

You let out a deep breath as Max wraps his arms around you, your body almost instinctively moving towards him as he pulls you into his embrace.

You close your eyes as you rest your head on his chest, the tears already spilling from your eyes as you begin to cry against his shirt.

You close your eyes and just soak in his embrace, feeling some reassurance and feeling at home in his arms.

“What do I do Max..” You whisper into his chest, body shaking as you sob. You knew Max was the person you needed right now.

“I don’t know Y/n…I really don’t know..” He whispers back. “How about during this break you come over and visit Kelly and P?” He suggests softly.

“Sure..sure” You mumble out, mind still set on Lando.

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Their First Love [Natasha]

Summary : What happens when someone come back to get what's them.

Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Natasha Romsnoff x Bucky Barnes

Warning : None, I guess

Word Count : 2,642

A/N : Hi everyone so sorry that I didn't post the chap 9 of Omega and the crossover oneshot, my school ends right before Christmas eve, then my Mom got admited to the hospital and well next is new year so it's kinda busy, sorry again but this oneshot is in my draft for over a month or week now so this is my sorry token for you all

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE 🥳🎉

No one has permission to repost my work anywhere, if you see it please let me know.

You sigh, getting off the elevator in the compound to visit Natasha. You two have been friends for over two years now. You two met in the coffee shop nearby your company building. She sat at your table with your permission because, at that time, the shop didn’t have any vacant seats left. Since then, you two have hit it off and become friends. After a year, you started to date, and you courted her until today.

But once you get off the elevator and pass the two doors that lead into a common room of the Avengers quarters, you frown at seeing everyone gather around and see Natasha clinging to a guy.

“What’s happening? "You question walking forward; everybody looks at you.

“Oh, Bucky, the winter soldier, Steve’s pal back in the days, and the Bucky I’ve been talking about—uhm, he's back and sided with us,” Natasha explains, giving you a hug and a kiss on your cheek.

“Hi, Y/N, nice to meet you.” You offer him a hand, but he just looks at it without emotion, so you take your hand back.

"Ok,” you mumble, and sit down on the couch and just look at them, especially Nat and Steve, who have pampered this new guy with questions and appreciation that he’s here now.

You just let them have fun and enjoy their time. You understand why, especially Steve and Nat. I mean, that’s Steve's pal or brother, and that’s Natasha’s first love, the love she found in the red room and KGB, where torture and killing grow, where she trains to be a black widow. But you’re not going to hide the fact that you’re jealous and scared that what you and Nat have will end soon.

You let it slide the first few weeks, where Natasha was constantly clinging to Bucky and having quality time, and set you aside, but when the 5th week struck, you confronted her, where she just got home from a 2-day mission with Bucky, Tony, and Sam.

She’s tired and exhausted. Their mission goes south, which comprises a lot of people's lives, and all she wanted to do was go home, get the dirt and blood off of her body, and hope the frustration and self-blame will go down the drain too with the rest of the dirt, and sleep the night off.

But that’s not what’s waiting for her; instead, you’re in her bed, sitting and looking at the wall in front of you. When Natasha enters her room, she sighs and comes to kiss your forehead, then goes off to go to the bathroom.

“Be honest with me, Natasha... Are we still dating, or will you and Bucky go back together? "You asked before she could close the door, not looking at her form, which was frozen in her spot.

Natasha frowns, slowly turning back at you with a confused look. She doesn’t know how to answer it, and she herself doesn’t know either. All she knows is that Bucky is here; she wants to spend time with him, but at the same time, she’s building a relationship with another person, which is you. She just sighs, trying to look into your eyes, but you keep your eyes straight.

“I-uhmm….I don’t know…I-” You didn’t let her finish her sentence; you already heard enough, so you stood up, took your bag on the sofa, and headed out to her front door. Natasha quickly followed you.

“Call me if you already have an answer,” you mumbled enough for her to hear, but Natasha never let you get out that easily.

"Hey, hey, hey! No, you’re not going to walk out on me; we’re going to talk this out like a mature adult.” She pulls you inside and closes the door of her room.

“Ok, I admit that I spend more time with Bucky and that I’m putting you aside, but that doesn’t mean that I will end things between us.” She started searching for your eyes to look back at her too.

“And there’s a "but" coming, right? "You look at her; you already know how this is going. Well, you should have known better.

“But I don’t know, I... I still yearn for him... I don’t know, ok, please understand,” she whispered, and you just nodded. You can’t do anything about it, though. I mean, you two don’t put a label on who you both are, so she’s still free to choose him over you.

"Ok.” That’s all you said, and you walked past her.

“That’s all you’re going to say? "You sigh again and turn around, giving her a small, tight smile.

"Yeah, what do you want me to say? Do you want me to be angry or what? I mean, we’re not together, Nat; we’re just dating. I’m your suitor, Nat, so I don’t have the right to be angry or tell you to distance yourself from your first love, so yeah, that’s all I have to say.” With that, you leave her room and go back to your house as soon as possible to sleep it off and get ready for your endless meeting tomorrow, but God has other plans because you met Bucky on the way.

“Hi…..Y/N right? "Bucky, stop you before you can leave the two doors in the lounge where he sat, with snacks in his hand and a coffee table, so you stop and turn around to look at him tiredly.

“Yeah, that’s me. Why? "You sigh when he stands up and stands in front of you, trying to intimidate you, but honestly, if you’re not tired and don’t give a fuck, you’re probably intimidating him too.

“I don’t appreciate you getting close to Natasha, so could you please distance yourself? "I scuff at him, standing straight, grasping my handbag in front of me with my two hands.

“Maybe I should be the one telling you that, because before you come along, we’re dating,” you calmly said, giving him a tight smile.

“Well, are you two together? "He challenges you, and you clench your jaw, looking up at him.

"No.” You didn’t back down, and he smirked, satisfied at your answer.

“I suggest you start moving on, because I’m courting her.” He gives you a sly look and pats your shoulder, then leaves.

You clench your jaw and give him a dirty finger, leaving the building with irritation and annoyance, and go straight home to wash away all the stress and tiredness in your body since this morning, when your day started to go south.

You didn’t bother to go to the compound for a week now because of a hectic workload, meetings here and there, and some dumbass who can’t do their jobs properly. Even though you missed Natasha and wanted her hugs and cuddles, you couldn’t visit her, so you just kept gifting Natasha food or flowers and texting her, but most of the time she ignored you, and you just rolled your eyes at that, thinking they were probably having their time together, so today you’re going to visit her.

But once you get to the compounds quarter, your mood quickly drops seeing Natasha leaning toward Bucky while watching some movies, but you put your jealousy and irritation aside and great her.

"Hey, Nat,” you say. She looks at you and quickly stands up and greets you with a hug and a kiss in the check that makes Bucky look at you dirty.

“Hi, how are you? You haven’t been here for a week now.” You give her a smile and show her the Chinese takeout you brought.

“Just busy in the office, that's all. Are you hungry? "You asked, taking her hand to drag her into the kitchen to eat.

"Sorry, but she’s full; we just got home to eat lunch.” He smirked at you, and you gave him a glare while he stood up and took Natasha off of you.

“So if you wouldn’t mind, we’re watching a movie," he says, then guides her back to the couch while Natasha just looks back at you, looking for your reassurance, but you keep neutral, which makes Natasha worried.

"Uhm, wait, Buck, actually, I’m-” Before she can get out of Bucky's grasp, you walk straight back to the kitchen, putting down the paper bag, and go back to leave the building.

“In case you..." you point to them with a tight smile.

“Get hungry or just give it to someone who wants it; I’ll be heading out now.” Then you leave with a sigh; you’re losing hope; well, he’s her first love; you can’t fight with that; that’s her greatest love; and now the only option you have is to accept it, because sooner or later, you’re expecting Natasha to talk to you and end things between you two.

And you’re not wrong, because the next time you visited, you saw them together in the gym, sparing, well, more intimately; they kissed passionately, savoring their time together, and that broke your heart completely into pieces.

And you don’t have the heart to ruin it for her, so you just give yourself a smile, nod, and turn back, going to her room to get some of your stuff you left there, and well, wait for her there to have a talk. You know she’s not going to say it to you right away, so you’ll confront her.

Once Natasha entered the room with a big smile on her face and a tint of red in her check, saying goodbye to Bucky, you didn’t look up at her; you just looked at her waist until you heard her gasp, shocked to see you sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Y/N," she mumbles, not moving a single inch in her spot until she clears her throat, having the courage to tell you something.

“Glad to see you here, cause I need to talk to you too,” she carefully said, reading your dementor, but she failed, so she just gulped the lump on her throat and just blurted out.

“I need to end things between us because I know it’s not fair to you if I keep this hidden, but... I'm getting back with Bucky.” Her heart beat faster. Looking at you, you scuffed and nodded. At least she had the courage to tell you.

Natasha quickly became tense and gasped when she saw a few bags already packed. You looked up at her with a neutral dementor, the one you always wore before you met Natasha, and this made Natasha feel uneasy.

"Well, I guess it is my cue to leave now, since you already dropped the elephant in the room.” You stand up, taking your bag, and walk past her.

“I’m sorry,” she shouts, running to you. She feels guilty and hurt, even wanting you to look back at the eyes that she’s been searching for.

“Don’t be; you don’t owe me an apology or explanation…..and so do I, when I'll make no exception to anyone, including you, and when you don't have the same privilege you had before.” This makes Natasha’s eyes go wide; she knows how you are around in your company; you’re cold, strict, and scary.

“Excuse me, Miss. Romanoff, I still have a company that needs someone to run with.” With that, you leave the building and sulk yourself to work, declining every call and knocking on the door, letting your assistant be the only one who can come and go in your office, and rescheduling all your meetings for a week.

If you will move on, Natasha is no exception. You need to distance yourself from her and treat her like everyone else around you, even though she’s still your friend.

This doesn’t settle Natasha very well; sure, she’s happy that she’s with her first love that the KGB ripped out of her, but the unsettling feeling deep in her bothers her.

Sure, she’s happy going on dates, cuddling, spending time together, and having sex with Bucky, but it still feels wrong to her. It feels wrong deep inside her, and she tries to set it aside, but the feeling keeps building and building up, like she’s going to explode one day.

"Hey, are you ok? "Bucky asked her with concern. He just got out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, while Natahsa just lay down in the bed, lost in her thoughts, and only the covers were covering her naked body while the morning sun started to rise.

"Yeah, yeah, I’m ok, just thinking.” Natasha looked at Bucky with a smile, so Bucky quickly lay beside her and buried his face in her neck.

“You’re thinking about her, do you? "Bucky whispers, looking up at her while she scuffs and shakes her head.

“What are you talking about, and who’s “her” you’re referring to? "Natasha, just look at him for a few seconds and go look somewhere else.

“You know what I’m talking about; I can feel it, Nat. You want her; you’re looking for her even though you keep saying to yourself that you’re okay." Natasha didn’t answer right away, thinking carefully.

"No, you're wrong,” Natasha just said and stood up, taking the cover with her.

“I already have what I want,” she said, trying to convince Bucky, but the truth is, she’s trying to convince herself more than Bucky.

Bucky didn’t argue with her; he knows Natasha is a stubborn one. Sure, he doesn’t know her very well now; things change, and he doesn’t want to push it.

But Natasha thought of it all day, and Bucky observed her the whole time, accepting that sooner or later Natasha would need to talk to him.

That day, Natasha went out to walk, think, and clear her head, letting her feet take her wherever they took her. That said, now she’s standing in the cafe shop where she first saw you, your memories of her flash in her mind, missing how you smiled and how soft you were to her, how you looked intimidating the first time you two met.

Then Natasha went to your favorite flower shop, where she most likely saw you before you courted her, buying different flowers every 3 times a week or maybe 4, then she visited the fast food chain you always whined to go to because you loved their onion rings and twisted fries there, then she went to your favorite burger food chain until she went around the town buying things that you always whined about.

Until she’s standing in front of your company building, frozen in her spot while looking up to the high tower where you are probably in and on one of the floors at the top, this makes her heartache, and she misses going here ever so often to visit you and spend time with you.

She sighs and decides to go in. Reasons? to give you the stuff she bought from different stores around the town, and she hopes that you will let her in or meet her.

But once she got inside, the receptionist wouldn't let her in with the reason—Ms. Y/L/N is busy and doesn’t want any visitors—she closed her eyes, cursing to herself, knowing she couldn't just walk past security or make her way around to get to you. She knows you already hate her, and doing the dirty job to get to you will fuel you more.

Natasha started to walk back, but not until someone screamed your name. That’s when she turned around and saw you, looking beautifully in your sexy business suit that shows all your assets with three bodyguards, and let the woman in your right arm. This broke Natasha, especially seeing who the woman is—it's the woman you talked about to her, your first love.

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