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Lando Norris and 6!

something about him is made for somebody like me | lando norris

song; the boy is mine - ariana grande

a/n: anon let me tell you right now your mind is immaculate because i had a fic based on this exact song about lando but i didn’t ended up posting it howeverrrr i always had the idea to do something like this and you just made it possible so thank you 😽

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You were never one for having many crushes. In fact, you could count on one hand the number of guys you’d liked, and you’d still have fingers left over. But Lando Norris? My God. You didn’t know what it was about him, but you were convinced you were destined to be together. He was made for you.

Of course, your feelings for Lando were your little secret. Outwardly, you had no intention of showing just how smitten you were. But back at your apartment at night, you’d consult your tarot cards, asking when the time would come for things to start falling into place. If your friends could see you, they would definitely be confused. Since when did you make such an effort for a guy? But they wouldn’t understand—Lando wasn’t just any guy.

Sometimes, it felt like your efforts paid off, like when Lando smiled at you in the paddock or greeted you casually.

“Hi, y/n,” he’d say, always with that mischievous grin that was so undeniably his.

He never skipped a greeting—not even on the days he had some model-of-the-month on his arm—but it never went further than that. So, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

It started innocently enough. You lit a candle for him and wrote letters, asking the universe to make him notice you the way you noticed him. Then, you began engaging him in casual conversations at the paddock before ignoring him for a couple of days, only to flash him a radiant smile as if nothing had happened. Not long after, Lando started bringing you fruit in the mornings to your workstation. You smiled to yourself—he’d never done that before.

One day, after a tough qualifying session that left him starting P11, you handed him a quartz crystal, saying it was for good luck. The next day, he won the race. Another time, you mentioned you’d light a candle for him, and he landed pole position. Lando started looking forward to your tokens or words of encouragement each weekend. And when you didn’t give him anything? Something always went wrong.

He began depending on you, convinced you were his good luck charm.

It wasn’t witchcraft, really. He was already a great driver—you just gave him a little boost of confidence, and he did the rest. But now, not a day went by when Lando didn’t scan the paddock for you as soon as he arrived. He began to miss you when you weren’t around. The endless stream of women in his Instagram DMs no longer mattered; the only woman who held his attention was you, and you always seemed preoccupied with everyone else but him.

It wasn’t just about luck anymore. Lando wanted to be around you all the time.

What was this feeling? And why did everything suddenly smell like vanilla and coconut?

Lando frowned when he finally spotted you, laughing with Oscar. Since when were you two friends? And why were you laughing so hard? There was no way the Australian was that funny, he thought. Jealousy coursed through his veins, and he had to restrain himself from dragging you to the most secluded corner of the paddock. Instead, he walked over to Oscar and casually informed him that Andrea was looking for him, leaving you and Lando alone.

“I was actually looking for you,” the Brit said, his expression serious.

You had to suppress a smile as you looked at him—furrowed brow, clenched fists, flushed cheeks. He was jealous. Another step in your plan was working perfectly.

“Well, you found me,” you replied innocently, flashing him a sweet smile.

Lando gave you a lopsided grin, studying you. You looked so soft and sweet—he wondered how you’d look in his bed. If only he knew.

“Nothing for good luck today?” he murmured. The air between you grew warmer, and you felt your cheeks flush under his intense, yearning gaze.

“I forgot to bring something,” you replied nonchalantly. “But I could draw some cards tonight if that would help you feel more confident.”

Lando shook his head, his eyes fixed on your lips.

“You and your witchy ways. They’re going to be the death of me,” he said, stepping closer until his face was just inches from yours.

“I’m not a witch,” you defended yourself, because you weren't. To your knowledge, at least.

The scent of vanilla and coconut flooded his senses, and he nearly groaned. Lately, he smelled it all the time. It took him a moment to realize it was just your perfume. Witch or not, Lando was utterly bewitched by you.

“Maybe something else?” he murmured, circling back to his earlier question. “Just a taste,” he said, his gaze dropping to your lips, and you knew exactly what he meant.

You hid your smile, realizing you now held all the cards.

“Let’s do something,” you began. “Get pole position, and then I’ll see you in my room.”

He actually whined.

“Give me something now—for luck,” he pleaded.

You shook your head.

“After what I’ll do, you’re going to become world champion.”

You winked at him and Lando smirked mischievously, while you concealed your darkest desires behind your sweetest smile. The boy was finally yours.

| Itoshi Sae × [GN!Reader]

| those ocean eyes

| angst, sae's point of view, short, hurt/no comfort, no happy ending

| Summary: Sae sits down and tries to remember why, how, and where the so called ending began.

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burning cities and napalm skies

It happened in the heat of the moment really. It wasn't supposed to go that far. Despite what other people may think, you and Sae don't really argue hard because you know when to stop.

But where did it go wrong?

Maybe it was your fault, maybe it was his fault. Or maybe it was both of your faults, but it doesn't matter. What matters is that he's currently drowning in his own sorrows because he couldn't control his emotions again. Just like that one snowy night with Rin— He sucks in a breath. No. He wasn't going to go back that far.

His mind is in shambles. Would he go as far as to chase you even if half a week has already passed? He probably would, he thinks. If only he had the courage to do exactly that.

But he doesn't.

So let him drown himself into self-blame and doubt.

fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes

He couldn't. He knows he can't face you. He doesn't have the courage to face you when he every second in his mind he only sees your tear drowned face. Your helpless eyes begging him to take back the things he said, begging him to fix it, to tell you you both will be fine.

But he's Itoshi Sae.

And Itoshi Sae is a stubborn, calm yet egoistic, prideful man who when he snaps, it's all over.

He didn't know where or how it started. All he knew was that this one certain comment of yours triggered his pent up stress over dumb fucks in practice and annoying managers and exhaustion and he just— snapped. He couldn't stop himself nor could he even realize what he was saying.

He never even thought of his words. His mind was blank, he could barely remember anythi—

"—and these worthless plans and trinkets you give and talk to me. What thing of value do you even do at this point?"

no fair

Your head shooked as your hands trembled, your lips were shaking. Your eyes filled with tears and practically begging him to stop talking but he couldn't think.

"These demands you make to me, what makes you think they even matter to me? What makes you think I even care?"

Sae clenches his teeth and clutches his head. It hurts, his head hurts.... and somewhere in his chest.

He refuses to acknowledge the memory. Make it stop. Stop playing that hing in his head. Stop making him see things. Stop making it seem like you left him—

And then it clicks.

It was like every cog in his head has stopped and finished process.

That night. That arguement. The last time he saw you. The ring— where was the ring?

He lifted his head in a hurry and looked around the empty room. It had somehow seemed emptier.

He sees the familiar ring on a table. It was the ring he gave to you as a promise. A promise of forever.

But why was it here again?

"—you care about these useless things instead of doing things that actually make sense. How about you start doing useful things for a change? So you won't be ashamed of showing that ring just to add that you do nothing but cling to me with those useless plans."

You froze as he mentioned your ring. You instantly touched the ring hanging on the chain around your neck.

"S-sae, not the ring, p-please—"

"I'm surprised you still even have the courage to wear that thing."

You shooked your head desperately.

This was the only thing hanging your relationship on the single, thin thread right now.

"Are you even worth giving that ring?"

you really know how to make me cry

His knees almost stumbled and he clutched the ring and his head in pain.

He sits on the bed for support as your helpless face strikes through his heart again.

when you gimme those ocean eyes

He remembers it all.

His cold, thoughtless words.

His mindless, heartless eyes.

The dead, scaryly calm look on his face and words.

And the frightened, hurt look on yours.

i'm scared

He sighs and chuckles lifelessly.

He only ever knows to destroy the most precious things in his life, huh?

But among all his treasures, you were the one who had made him shatter with you.

Itoshi Sae always got everything he wanted. He had always maintained and sustained everything he's got because of his natural talent and potential. His brains and looks.

Itoshi Sae has never lost anything. He has never fallen from his glory.

But hah, how could he have the courage to even say that now?

i've never fallen from quite this high

I’m making an AU series based on this tweet. It’s gonna be a Doyoung x reader. It’s turning out pretty good :)

Jack of all Trades [l.mk]

Summary: After saving an unknown and injured man from dying. All of a sudden, you’re under the protection of one of Seoul’s notorious mafia.

Genre: mafia!au, strangers-to-lovers!au, angst, fluff

Warnings: mentions of violence, blood, smoking, language, implied sexual content 

Pairing: Mark Lee x f!reader

Word count: 7.4k

You have never been more relieved to go home after a long, gruelling day at your job. You’ve worked for a cafe for a while as a part time job, then became a full time thing after you’ve graduated to earn a little more cash to support yourself. After all, earning money is not easy. 

During one of your breaks, you instantly remembered that the results for the Nursing Licensure exams are bound to be released today. Without missing a beat, you immediately pulled out your phone, a notification popped up the moment you typed in your passcode.

LOCAL MAFIA WRECKS HAVOC, POLICE ADVICE CIVILIANS TO STAY INSIDE:

Kim Sohye | May 4, 2020 12:29 

You cleared the notification after and decided to read the article later. Crime is pretty high nowadays but you can confidently say that you live in a safe neighborhood because you’ve been walking home alone despite these happenings. 

Refreshing the site for the result, your fingers typing your exam number rapidly. How you wanted to cry at that very moment. Luckily, you can still do a retake, but you have to wait for 45 days for the next exam which gives you more time to prepare.

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ass kicker

Please someone read this lawlu fic series, I beg you

It´s just way to good please someone read it, the representation is immaculate and the way they understand each other is just perfect.

I just need someone to talk to about this fic 

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2748235

I NEED HELP !!!

Around 4 years ago I began reading a soukoku fic that was based on the movie your name, sadly I closed the window in which I was reading it 🥲and I have not been able to find it ever since.

If anyone has any clues, please help this soul

Please soukoku community, I believe in you 😭

12 minutes. that's how long it's been since you texted itoshi sae back. 12 whole minutes.

he frowns at his phone, glaring daggers at the poor innocent screen that's really done nothing wrong. he hopes you can feel his stare through the device. 12 minutes is a long, long time; what could you possibly be doing that could be more important than texting your boyfriend back?

he stares at the screen as time ticks on. 12 minutes becomes 12 minutes and 30 seconds. 40. 50. 55. 59. 13 minutes. now, that is entirely too long. but he can’t double text because he’s not that desperate, he thinks. (he is. but his ego is fragile.) so he opts to state some more. and then a little more after that.

at the 13 minute and 45 second mark, his hand hovers tentatively over the call button as he debates his next moves; would calling you make him look a fool? or would it perhaps save you from whatever kidnapper was trying to nab you, or alien trying to abduct you? because in sae’s book, those were the only viable reasons as to why you may not message him back right away.

he gives in and calls you. he counts every single ring until you finally, finally pick up: “sae? hello?”

a wave of tension melts off his bones, anxiety he hadn’t even realised was building. relief tastes good and minty on his tongue as he relishes the sound of your voice. how honey-sweet is always sounded whenever you said his name. he doesn’t even realise he’s verbally ghosted you until you ask, “is anyone even there?”

“yeah. i’m here.”

he doesn’t need to be there to see the expression on your face— you look annoyed, confused, miffed. so pretty, too, always pretty. he’s not whipped though. not whipped, not desperate. just a regular guy worried about his girlfriend. (he’s not that pathetic— right?)

“why are you calling me? what’s up?”

he feels petulant and whiny like a child when he speaks as levelly as he can, “you didn’t answer my text.”

he’s not desperate. and he’s not whipped. but you laugh over the phone, and sae feels himself falling, positively swooning like the sappiest little bitch in town.

“babe, my last text to you was ‘bye’. i had to drive.”

oh. he supposes that you’re right. embarrassment mixes with indignation mixed with unbridled affection as he grasps for straws, “i know. i just wanted to make sure you got there okay.”

he hears you snort a laugh on the other end of the phone and he’s melting again despite his unchanged appearance. his free hand thrums against the table he’s seated at as he hangs on your every word, movement, sound, action.

“sure. sure you did. and now that you know i’m okay, it’s cool if i hang up, right?”

he responds a little too quickly. “no. stay on the line.”

“why should i?”

he narrows his eyes. “don’t be difficult.”

“okay. i’ll leave, then—“

“wait.”

a pause. he speaks again: “i just want to talk to you. stay with me.”

you almost want to push more, to tease a bit. to make him say please. but your stomach is already churning like crazy and you’ve got a swath of butterflies in your chest and god, do you love him. so you just say, “okay.”

you hear the slightest smile in his voice when he replies. “thank you.”

itoshi sae is usually not desperate. he’s not whipped, he doesn’t say please, he doesn’t say thanks. but for you? he thinks he can change the rules, just a little, if that’s what it means to have you.

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updated: july 12 2020  

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