BUSY BEING YOURS.

“I dreamt about you nearly every night this week.” — Lando had a habit of searching for something specific in every girl he dated, chasing an ideal he couldn’t quite define. But he had the specific right in front of him all along.

pairing. Lando Norris x bsf! fem! reader

warnings. slight angst (happy ending), pre relationship, mention of Magui (lol), best friends to lovers.

music. Do I wanna know? by Hozier.

LANDO HAD BEEN YOUR RIDE OR DIE since your school days, the two of you inseparable through years of shared chaos. Together, you’d terrorized your teachers, pushed boundaries, and laughed until your sides hurt. But somewhere along the way, the playful banter turned inward, and you began to terrorize each other instead—always pushing, always challenging, yet never breaking the bond that held you together.

You were there for him through everything. When he stood victorious, basking in the glory of his wins, you cheered louder than anyone. When he struggled, doubting himself and his abilities, you were the one to remind him of his worth. And when he felt crushed over girls—oh, how often that happened—you were the one who picked up the pieces.

Despite his confident exterior, Lando was a hopeless romantic at heart. He fell hard, attached himself deeply, and when the inevitable heartbreak came, it hit him like a freight train. He’d retreat into himself, struggling to make sense of the pain, and you’d be there, always, to pull him back out. You’d listen to his frustrations, offer advice, and remind him that he was worth more than the fleeting affections of someone who didn’t see him the way you did.

But it hurt. It hurt more than you wanted to admit, watching him pour his heart into relationships that always seemed to end the same way. It hurt seeing him in that state, broken and vulnerable, when you were right there—ready to love him in a way no one else could. You wished, more than anything, that he would choose you. Just once. But he never did, and you were left to carry the weight of your unspoken feelings, wondering if he’d ever see what had been in front of him all along.

But the truth was, Lando was far too busy being yours, even if neither of you fully realized it. Every failed relationship, every heartbreak—it all came down to one simple, unspoken fact: the girls weren’t you. They never could be. He would try to convince himself otherwise, to fill the void with fleeting distractions and temporary infatuations. But deep down, he knew. The way they smiled didn’t feel the same as your smile. Their perfume didn’t hold the same warmth as your scent. Their presence didn’t ground him the way yours did.

He tried to pretend, drowning himself in fleeting moments of connection that never quite fit. Night after night, date after date, he kept searching for something, someone, who could compare. But no matter how hard he tried, no one ever came close. It was maddening, the way his heart betrayed him, pulling him back to you over and over again—even if he couldn’t admit it.

The hardest part for him was facing the truth, the truth he kept locked away in the quiet corners of his mind. Admitting that every love story he tried to create failed because, at the center of it all, he didn’t want anyone else. He wanted you. And yet, even in his quiet moments of clarity, he couldn’t bring himself to say it—not to you, not even to himself. Because if he did, if he admitted what his heart had known all along, it would mean risking everything. And pretending seemed safer than the terrifying possibility of losing you entirely.

At least until now, when everything he had tried to suppress bubbled to the surface, as if the weight of it all became too much to bear. Lando pushed open the door to his apartment, his steps sluggish and deliberate. He knew you were there, waiting for him just as you always had, and somehow that knowledge made his chest ache even more.

You were sprawled on the couch, the dim glow of the room highlighting your figure. The sight of you, so familiar and comforting, momentarily took his breath away. Your head turned toward him, and your eyes softened as you took in his tired face, the sadness etched into every line. “Hey,” you murmured, your voice gentle yet filled with a quiet concern that only you could convey.

Lando didn’t reply. He didn’t need to. Instead, he moved closer, his body heavy with exhaustion—physical, emotional, all of it. Without a word, he carefully lowered himself onto the couch, leaning into you as though you were the only thing tethering him to solid ground. His head rested softly against your chest, his arms wrapping loosely around your waist. It was a silent plea, a surrender, a confession without words.

Your breath hitched for a moment, your hand instinctively lifting to rest in his hair, smoothing it down in slow, soothing motions. You didn’t press him for answers or try to speak; you just held him, feeling the weight of everything he couldn’t say. In that moment, it was as though the walls he had built around himself began to crumble, piece by piece, letting you in where no one else had ever been.

“What happened?” you asked softly, your fingers threading gently through his brown curls. You didn’t want to push him, didn’t want to overwhelm him, but the question lingered in the air, born out of the quiet concern you couldn’t suppress.

Lando’s voice came muffled against the curve of your neck, barely audible, yet heavy with emotion. “I ended things with Magui,” he admitted, the words falling like a stone between you. His face remained buried where it had found solace, as though he couldn’t bear to face the weight of what he’d just said.

You were quiet, your hand stilling for just a moment in his hair as the confession sank in. You weren’t sure what to think, what to feel. Relief? Sadness for him? Or perhaps, selfishly, the smallest flicker of hope? Your chest felt tight, an uneasy mix of emotions swirling inside you, but you didn’t let any of it show. Instead, you stayed there, holding him close, letting him find comfort in your silence. Sometimes, silence was louder than words ever could be.

The silence stretched between you, comfortable but bittersweet, as the weight of his confession and the unspoken emotions lingered in the air. You wanted to stay there longer, to let him find whatever peace he needed in your presence, but reality crept back into focus—a reminder that your time was running out.

You shifted slightly, your hand brushing against his shoulder as you spoke. “Lan, I fear I need to go,” you said softly, the regret evident in your tone. You couldn’t hide the pity that welled up inside you, knowing how fragile he was in this moment. “My flight is tomorrow morning, and I haven’t packed a single thing yet.”

For a moment, he didn’t react, his tired eyes locked on a point in the distance. Then, slowly, he loosened his hold on you, his hand falling away as he straightened up. “Yeah, right,” he murmured, his voice low and resigned, as though he were bracing himself for your departure.

You reached for the door handle, your fingers brushing against the cool metal, ready to leave it all behind. But before you could turn it, Lando’s hand shot out, wrapping gently but firmly around your wrist. The suddenness of it made you freeze, your breath catching in your throat. You turned your head slightly, surprised by the gesture, but you didn’t pull away. Something in his touch stopped you—something desperate, something raw.

He turned you around slowly, his grip never faltering. Your eyes barely had time to meet his, to take in the storm of emotions swirling in his gaze, before he closed the distance between you. Without a word, without hesitation, his lips crashed into yours, stealing the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. It wasn’t soft or tentative—it was urgent, filled with everything he couldn’t say, everything he had been holding back for far too long.

The world seemed to tilt for a moment, the weight of your anger, your hurt, your confusion all colliding with the intensity of his kiss. It was as if time had stopped, leaving only the two of you in that moment, tangled in emotions too big to name. And for the first time in what felt like forever, you weren’t sure whether to push him away or pull him closer.

“I want you, Y/n,” Lando mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper as he slowly pulled away. His gaze lingered on you, filled with an intensity that left you utterly speechless. Breathless, you stared at him, your mind racing to process the words that had just shattered the silence. “What?” was all you managed to say, your voice trembling as the weight of his confession settled over you.

“I love you, Y/n,” he repeated, his tone steadier this time, though the vulnerability in his eyes remained. “I always did.” The words hung in the air, raw and unfiltered, carrying the truth he had buried for so long. It was as if everything he had tried to suppress, every unspoken feeling, had finally broken free, leaving no room for doubt.

“None of these girls could give me what you can,” Lando said, his voice steady but filled with a vulnerability you’d never heard before. You blinked, trying to process his words, your heart racing as the weight of them settled over you. Did he just finally realize it? After all these years of standing by his side, of watching him fall for others while you quietly hoped he’d see you—was this the moment you’d dreamed of but never dared to believe would come?

“I’ve never loved anyone like I love you,” he continued, his tone soft but unwavering. There was no hesitation, no trace of doubt. His words weren’t laced with lust or fleeting passion—they were pure, raw, and deeply sincere. Loved. He loved you. And for the first time, you saw it in his eyes, clear as day, as though he’d been holding onto this truth for far too long.

He continued, “And I know I’m an idiot for telling you now, but—” The words tumbled from his lips like a rushing waterfall, unfiltered and raw, his emotions spilling out faster than he could control. But before he could finish, you leaned in, closing the distance between you.

Your lips met his, silencing the cascade of words with a kiss that spoke louder than anything either of you could say. It wasn’t rushed or frantic—it was deliberate, filled with all the emotions you’d both kept buried for far too long. In that moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you.

“I love you, Lan,” you said softly, your voice steady and filled with warmth as you smiled at him. The words felt natural, effortless—like they had always been there, waiting for the right moment to be spoken aloud.

Lando’s expression softened, his tired eyes lighting up with something new, something deeper. His lips curved into a faint smile, one that carried the relief and joy of finally hearing the words he had longed for but had been too afraid to hope for.

Lando and Love In F1

finished but open for epilogues

Summary: You are a Female F1 Ferrari driver, the daughter of Toto Wolff, and you and Lando like each other but won’t act on it till the other drivers intervene

a/n: I might change the title as I don't love it, but I cant wait to start writing this

Masterlist

Teaser

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

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missleahlin

1 year ago

9.5: laundry 》 series m.list

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Yuna has only ever been mad at you twice.

The first time was when you two were in high school when she felt like you were replacing her with some other girl you had more classes with. With all her anger, she burst into tears at your door after attempting to ignore you for 3 weeks. Yuna cried even harder when you apologized for not noticing her being MIA. Since then, you promised to see her in person at least once a week and never to let anyone else be your best friend but her.

The second was when she caught you at the movies with the guy you had promised to block.

Self explanatory.

… But this? This would be the third.

As you and Yuna enter Nam Joon’s living room, her feet come to a halt when she and Taehyung make eye contact. His body stiffens and hers weakens.

As you watch the two, Jungkook stands along the side and looks at you. Yuna, as she turns away, catches this.

Amid her anger, she can't deny how much she loves how he looks at you. She wonders if you even know how lucky you are... As you turn to her, you miss the moment. Jungkook looks away and carries on, pretending like he isn't staring at the love of his life.

Irritated at your density, Yuna tugs you by the arm and she pulls you aside. When you two are out of sight, she pinches you. It’s only for a split second, but it feels like she gave it her all. Honestly, you can’t blame her. This may have been a low blow..

“You lied to me,” Yuna states furiously. “I can’t fucking believe you right now.”

“Yuna, I’m just trying to help—”

She snaps. “Are you fucking kidding me, ___?”

With shifty eyes, you plead; “p-please, Yuna... Jungkook and I just wanted you two to—”

“What fucking right do you have to tell me what to do with my relationship with Taehyung when you and Jungkook have been—goddamn it—” Yuna pauses, tiptoeing around her words. This was so unfair. When it comes to you, she’s always continuous… She thought you were the same as her. With her remaining patience, she shifts the direction of her intentions. She sighs heavily before continuing.

“Yah, ___… This is fucked up. This is sooo fucking annoying of you ___. Ahh, fuck.” Yuna throws her hands to her face, taking a long and deep breath in. Feelings of guilt kick in the same time your curiosity grows. Was their fight that bad? What was it even about? They were perfectly fine.

They were perfect.

As you think about the possibilities, Yuna’s anger fires up again. She grits her teeth as continues to express her frustration. “I could hate you for this. Ohh, I might really hate you for this.”

“Please don’t,” you beg with a sad smile. “Please don’t hate your best friend…”

Offering a pout, you wrap yourself around her arm and repeat an apology. Yuna almost gives in. You rarely act cute around her so she knows you clearly feel guilty.

Rightfully so, she thinks to herself.

Since Yuna is such an amazing and loving best friend, she does her best to rationalize your actions. In the end, she knows your awful attempt at parent trapping her and Taehyung was just your way of showing your support.. No one wants to see their best friends fighting! No one wants to see their friends going through heartache… Besides, it wasn’t all you. It was also Jungkook.

Speaking of the devil…

“I get that this is all confusing for you,” Yuna gives in with a stressful tone, “but I wish you had thought of my feelings and put them before your curiosity.”

Your heart drops.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologize with a heavy heart. “I just… I didn’t know your fight was that bad? I thought it was just a little spat or something. You and Taehyung never fight so I just thought a little conversation would fix—“

Yuna shakes her head profusely, unable to hold her tongue.

It slips.

“___, you’re such a hypocrite.”

You blink at her, completely defenseless.

“I know.”

Yuna then shuts her eyes, trying to center herself. She doesn’t want to come off too angry… Honestly, she wasn’t. It’s just complicated. It’s just hard right now and seeing Taehyung did not ease her heart or worries. It increased them.

Here you are, standing in front of her with the same loneliness in your eyes. You’ve had it for a while. You’ve had it since your fight with Jungkook at the restaurant. Yuna isn’t too sure what went down, but maybe… If she had tried harder… Maybe you would’ve let her in.

Then, she gets it.

You did this because you wanted to be there for her.

Suddenly, she feels guilty.

“I fucked up,” Yuna admits to you. “It’s my fault. Whatever happened between Taehyung and I—u-uhh, like—at that party? While you and Jungkook were talking or fighting or whatever… We took Mina home and… Fuck, ___—it was so bad. He was so mad at me. I’ve never seen him that mad at me.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” you interrupt her as politely as possible. Yuna looks like she’s near tears… You probably are too. “We can talk about it another time… At least, not here, right? Let’s go. Let’s go back to my place and—”

Then, Yuna’s lips curve into a weary smile. Suddenly, she remembers the way Jungkook had glanced at you earlier. She figures this was an opportunity for you too. This wasn’t just about her. It was about you too.

She musters whatever courage she has left and sighs. Oh, how she wishes there was a drink in her hands right now.

“You know what? It is what it is,” she yields. “I’m already here. I’ll talk to him.”

Wide-eyed, you shake your head at her. “W-what? No! Talk to him when you want to talk to him… Not when I basically parent trapped—”

Gasping, she playfully hits you. “Hey! I was thinking the same thing!”

“Oh my god, really?” you giggle, returning the same energy with the playful hits. “We literally have one brain cell!”

She nods and laughs with you. Finally, you two feel less intense. You’re grateful.

“Seriously, ___… I’m going to do it. I’m going to talk to Taehyung.”

You smile, feeling proud of your best friend. “O-okay… Again, you don’t have to! We can just go back to my place and—”

Yuna interrupts you. “I’ll go talk to Taehyung… Meanwhile, you have to talk to Jungkook.”

“W-what? This isn’t about me,” you reason. “You’re more important than—”

Yuna laughs at your bluff.

“Don’t even finish that sentence.”

In response, your shoulders drop. You hate yourself so much right now. You hate how you put her in this position. She’s clearly upset at you and probably feels like she’s stuck in a corner. Yuna would never do this to you—why did you do this to her?

You two always joined the group for Nam Joon’s big study sessions. They aren’t rare, but they’re extremely fun and efficient. Instead of isolating from each other, you and your friends can help one another study and take healthy breaks. For the most part, everyone works hard and benefits from this giant study sesh. They happened before mid-terms and finals and as finals crept in, Nam Joon got to work by organizing everyone to come over.

This was the first time you and Yuna felt like not being here.

“Look,” Yuna stretches her neck and catches a glimpse of Taehyung. As their eyes meet, she gulps and returns her attention to you. “This is the plan. Listen carefully, you dumb bitch. I’ll try to talk to Taehyung. If he doesn’t want to talk to me, then I’m going home—”

“Okay. That’s fine. I’ll stay here and wait—”

“—You will go and talk to Jungkook.”

With shaky eyes, you give her a defeated look.

“He’s like Taehyung,” you confide. “I don’t know if he wants to talk to me. He said he doesn’t want to. He’s so mad at me. It was my fault.”

Yuna rolls her eyes at you.

"I'll lock him in the laundry room with you."

You glare at her. "Are you kidding me? That was Jungkook and I's plan for you and Taehyung!"

Yuna huffs. "Gross. I'm not trying to have hate sex with Taehyung."

"What? Hate sex with Jungkook?" you choke. "He doesn't even want to talk to me right now!"

She almost lets out a laugh at your density. "Oh, come on... It’s Jungkook, ___!"

“Yeah, so?”

“For you? He’ll fold. Just use your manners.”

As you wait in the laundry room, you can’t help but cross your fingers. As selfish as it is, you hope Yuna is right.

Then, you hear chatter and footsteps approaching. Faintly, you hear Jungkook and Yuna’s voice. Out of nowhere, the door opens abruptly.

Jungkook is shoved in and Yuna lets out an evil laugh as she shuts the door and locks it from the outside. Instantly, Jungkook bangs on the door and demands to be let out.

“She’s going to talk to Taehyung—”

“Did I ask?” Jungkook growls as he kicks the door.

“No,” you mumble to yourself. Moving forward, you slip yourself between him and the door. He lowers his gaze at you, feeling a little choked up. “I didn’t ask for a break... Yet, here we are.”

“You asked what to do, ___. All I did was give you an answer.”

You blink at him. “But I don’t like the answer.”

“I don’t like you.”

Huffing, you tilt your head at him. Cockily, you answer back, “No, no... It's me that you like. It's Eunwoo that you don't.”

Jungkook bites his inner cheek. "Fuck you."

"Awh, well… If you insist," you surrender.

Jungkook squints at you. Slowly, he reaches for the doorknob again. You catch his hands and hold them tight.

“Now you want to hold hands?” Jungkook shakes your grip off and takes a step away from you. Stubborn, you take another step towards him and reach for his hands. He stays still—not breaking away, yet not holding you back. There’s no effort, but that’s okay. The important thing is that he lets you be close.

The laundry room itself was pretty spacious. The reality is that he’s an arm's length away, yet his heart has never felt so far away from you. To make matters worse; there’s enough space for Jungkook to hate you—there’s space.

Between you and his body.

You and his heart.

You and him.

To break the silence, you try to think fast.

Looking up at him, you tiptoe and run your fingers through his hair. His eyes soften but his body stiffens even more. Why were you doing this? Don’t you know how painful it is to be treated like this by you? It’s torture.

“Hey, you cut your hair!” You blurt. “It’s so short—”

Then, he does it.

Jungkook stops you, grabbing your wrist and taking your hands off him.

In the pit of your stomach, you feel it.

It’s the same feeling you felt that night at the party. It feels like everything you say and do is wrong but if you stand still—you’re still wrong. It feels like nothing is good enough for him anymore. It feels like he doesn’t want you. It feels like he hates you.

So, you can’t help it.

You can’t help but look at him with yearning in your eyes. You can’t help but lay your heart out for him to step on. You can’t help it.

“D-don’t—holy shit, ___… Don’t look at me like that.” Jungkook demands.

You do your best to steady your shaky eyes. It hurts to be treated like this. It hurts that he’s rejecting you like this when you know it isn’t true. It can’t be true. He can’t hate you this much… Can he?

“Like what?”

Like you want him? Like you care for him? Like you miss him? Because you do. You need him so bad it aches. At this point, you might lose your mind. You’ll take any interaction with him just to have him again. Any ounce of kindness from him, you’ll replay in your mind and walk home on cloud 9. Any hatred he gives you—you’d savour.

Truly, it’s pathetic.

It’s so fucking pathetic how saying you’re desperate for him is an understatement.

“You’re looking at me and I don’t know what it means,” he admits defeat. “You’re no fair, ___. You’re so fucking unfair.”

In this moment, you want to be so angry with him. You want to tell him that it doesn’t have to be this way. You two can decide right here that it’s over. The fighting—the hurt—the break.

It’s over.

It has to be because you aren’t sure how much longer you can go without him.

Besides, you aren’t being unfair.

You don’t even know what he means.

“W-what?” you grumble. “I’m being unfair? You’re the one that doesn’t want to talk about this! Aren’t you fucking tired of it? Jungkook, what the fuck is your problem—”

“You!” Jungkook snaps. “You’re my fucking problem. I told you I don’t trust myself to be alone with you and then you pull this shit!”

Knitting your eyebrows together, you glare at him. “Please, enlighten me… What did I do this time?”

“You never fucking listen—”

“So what?”

“For fucks sake,” he sneers, taking a step towards you. You stand still, completely falling in a trance with his presence. “___, I don’t trust myself around you—“

“What does that even mean?” you whine. “Come on, pookie. It’s me.”

“It means that I don’t know if I can hold myself back, pookie.” Jungkook admits, using every ounce of strength he has to not give in. He has to be stronger than you. He has to push you away.

At least, he needs to try.

Yet, he fails.

Of course, he fails. When it comes to you, will he ever win?

“Shit, ___. I don’t know,” his shoulders drop. “I don’t know what it means when you look at me like that. It’s driving me insane. I don’t know what any of this means—”

“Please,” you beg, “can we talk about it then?”

“N-no,” he stutters.

“No?”

“No.”

You might cry.

Right here, right now… You might fucking sob. Does he hate you that much? Did you fuck up so much that he can’t even stand being in the same room as you? Honestly… You loathe yourself.

“O-okay,” you practically whimper. “I understand. I’m really sorry about everything, by the way. If I haven’t shown or said that enough—I’m really fucking sorry. I’ll just—I think I’ll just go. It was nice seeing you, I guess. I… It was nice being with you even if it was just like this.”

Jungkook shuts his eyes and throws his head back. As he does so, you inch closer to the door. Maybe, he’ll let you hug him. Maybe not. Just as you’re about to move out of the way for him to leave, it hits you.

You’re not going to let him have his way.

You have to try harder than this.

“Actually, you know what? I don’t know what’s happening either… And I don’t care if you’re still mad at me, but we have to talk. We need to talk. Until you’re ready to talk, I’ll do it. I’ll do the talking and you can just listen.” Your words spill out of you like it’s been clogged all this time. Jungkook raises his eyebrow at you.

Jungkook huffs, “oh my god! You’re unbelievable, you that? I need space from you. I fucking poured out my heart and you—”

“You’re no better. You’re avoiding me. You won’t even hear me out!”

“I’m processing—”

You shake your head at him. “No, you’re not. You’re avoiding me. You hate me.”

“Maybe I do. Why shouldn’t I? After all the shit you put me through—mmfphh—”

Before he knows it, you crash your lips onto his.

Partly to shut him up and partly because you've been wanting to kiss him for so long.

Besides, it’s just the easiest thing to know. Kissing him is the easiest thing to do.

Instantly, you place your hand on the side of his face and kiss him deeper. For a moment, it’s just you. You kiss him slow and deep. As you’re about to pull away, his lips chase yours. You let him.

He kisses you back.

Jungkook deepens the kiss even more, moving in closer to you and tilting your head back. Towering over you, it’s no surprise you lose your breath.

God, this feels so good.

When you two break away from the kiss to catch your breath, he wipes his lips with the back of his hand. You shake your head, grab a hold of his wrist, and bring his hand down.

“Don’t do that,” you breathe. “Don’t regret this.”

He looks at you intensely. “___, I’m not in a good headspace to be with you the way you want me to be. I'm still so mad at you... And you know how I feel about you... So, this makes me selfish, right?”

“No,” you chide. “It makes me selfish. I’m okay with that. You should be too. Do what you want to me, Jungkook.”

Jungkook refuses. “You don’t understand, ___. If I have you right now... Because I want you so bad—you have no fucking clue how bad—I can’t do this to you.”

“Do what?”

“… I’m afraid I’m going to need you forever.” Jungkook confesses. “I can’t hold back if you kiss me like that. I can’t hold back if you—”

“Then don’t,” you advise him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you place chante kisses on his neck, to his cheek, and then to his lips. “Be selfish. I’m all yours.”

There aren’t enough words to describe how frustrated you two are at each other. Jungkook loves the words you’re saying… But he isn’t sure if he should trust his heart right now. He has wanted you for so long that this doesn’t feel real. Could you really mean it? Could you really be his?

It’s like you two are slow dancing in a burning room. Everything is catching on fire and as you two stare into each other’s eyes, you’re both burning as well. Being consumed in your feelings and doubts, you’re the first to yield. As you back up, you end up hitting the washing machine. Jungkook leans forward, closing in the space between you two.

"This might be a mistake," Jungkook warns you. "Are you sure about this? I have no plans on being nice.”

You bat your eyelashes. “If you can't fuck me like you love me, then fuck me like you hate me."

You hold your breath.

As anticipated, Jungkook dips his head low and crashes his lips onto yours and the first thought that crosses your mind is—

We’re doomed.

“J-Jungkook,” your breath hitches as you pull away from him for a second. Your hand rests on his chest, and you can feel his heart pounding. You make one last attempt. “Can w-we talk after?”

He cusses. “Fuck, ___. We’ll talk about it another time. C-can you just shut up? You said you’re all mine so just do that, okay? Just be mine right now.”

“Okay, okay,” you give in. He smirks, closing in on you.

Cupping his face, you bring your lips to him. You kiss him with so much passion that he feels like he could die. You’ve never kissed him like this before. His heart is about to go on overdrive. Jungkook smiles into the kiss and you can’t help but feel relief.

He kisses you back just as passionately. He kisses you like it might be the last time he gets to do this. Without breaking the kiss, Jungkook slightly bends down and picks you up. He sets you on top of the washer. You part your legs for him and he settles himself in between them. There, as you two continue to kiss, his hands roam your body.

There is no other way to say it: Jungkook has never loved any body more than yours. Every curve, every soft surface, every fucking inch—he is gone for. Your body may be his favourite thing in this entire world. Your existence, though often challenging to get along with, has his heart completely captured. Your smart mouth has always had a way with him. He can’t explain it all at once. It’s the hardest thing for him to understand so he’ll say what he’s known from the very start—he’s addicted to you.

Being with you has to be the reason he lives.

It has to be.

No matter how much he hates how things are between you two and how much of his jealousy, insecurities, and anger consumes him—he can’t deny you. He can’t walk away from you wanting him.

Not this time.

Jungkook bites your bottom lip. You pull away, shy from all this heat. He then takes his shirt off and begins to undo his pants. In complete admiration, you stare at his toned abs. His skin is so smooth. His tattoos are the cause of the wetness in between your legs. His muscles make you salivate.

God, thank you for creating this man.

He then slips his fingers between your leggings and underwear. Taking the hint, you lift yourself as he helps you take your leggings off. When he successfully gets you out of them, he gulps at the sight of your underwear.

They’re soaked.

“Fuck, ___.” Jungkook utters. “Missed this so much.”

He then takes your panties and scrunches them in his hands. Bringing them to his nose, he sniffs them causing you to send him a dirty look.

“Sex tape and now pantie sniffing? Who knew…” you tease, laughing to yourself. “The pervert allegations are true.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and mimics your laughter for a second. Then, he shoves the panties in your mouth.

“Shut up.”

You do as he says. With your mouth stuffed with your panties, really, what can you do? You look up at him and watch as he pulls his cock out of his Calvins. Your eyes linger as he jerks himself off. You’ve always known Jungkook’s cock to be big, but wow… It looks huge now.

“Look at that… It’s getting bigger,” he says with a lewd tone. “You like that? You like watching my cock get big for you?”

Jungkook reaches out to you, lifting your shirt and pushing it above your breast. For a moment, he stares at your chest. He loves the way your breasts fill your bra up. The curve of your cleavage is what he has been daydreaming of placing his face in between. Breaking his attention away from your breast, he looks at you in awe. Without warning, he takes your panties out of your mouth and tosses them aside.

“Gonna behave for me?”

You nod, needy for him.

“Good. Take your bra off.”

Bringing your hands back, you unclasp your bra. Letting it hit the floor, you squeeze your arms together and shake them. Jungkook moans at the sight, unable to resist himself. He slaps your breasts before digging his face into them.

He kisses your cleavage, licks your nipples, and softly bites them. You throw your head back, completely in love with how this feels. Jungkook massages your breasts and without warning, drops his hands to your waist. You feel him wrap his arms around you as he lifts his face and kisses you. Happily, you kiss him back.

The next thing you know, Jungkook rubs his thumb on your clit.

He rubs it soft once and hard the next. He doesn’t hold back. He doesn’t discuss it with you or ask if you’re ready. In the heat of the moment, he inserts his fingers inside you. Pumping them fast and rough. You gasp, feeling completely surprised but thankful for this work.

Your pelvis winces at the pleasure. Your sensitivity and Jungkook’s roughness is a whole other conversation.

Jungkook continues to finger you, and all the while you begin to suck on his neck. For some reason, you feel really possessive. Leaving hickeys on him like a horny teenage girl is definitely the answer. As you suck on his skin, you can’t help but kiss his jaw and sneak a few kisses on his lips.

He smiles into them.

You do too.

When you’re sure your work will leave a big mark on him, you pull away and lean against the wall. You spread your legs wider for him, giving him more space to do this thing. This also benefits you. With your legs wide open, you feel his fingers dig into you even more. It burns so good. He pumps his fingers in such a sexy way—you aren’t sure how you’ll ever get this picture out of your mind. The tattoos on his fingers only entice you even more. You aren’t even sure how wet you are but by the sounds of it—it’s a fucking waterfall. If he takes things slower, there’s no doubt you’ll be squirting.

Instead, Jungkook takes his fingers out. He sucks on them and uses his other hand to lift your leg. One at a time, he places your legs on top of his shoulders. Then, he takes his cock and rubs it against your folds. You moan from the feeling of his thick, hard, and veiny dick.

“Feels s-sooo good—mhmm,” you moan. “Y-you just going to play with my pussy? Put it in.”

“Didn’t I tell you to shut up?” Jungkook hisses at you.

“Please, please, please?” you whine with a pout on your lips. “Please stick your big fat cock inside me. Don’t you know how tight I got? Bet you’ll feel even bigger than last time. All this time without you fucking your favourite pussy—ohh, yes! Yes, yes, yes!” you chant. “Fuck me just like that!”

Jungkook shoves his dick inside you. Partly to get you to shut up and partly because he’s waited so long to fuck you again.

He drills himself into you, causing your breath to hitch every now and then. It’s fast and rough. He does it with so much motion, your head bangs against the wall every now and then. The washer even squeaks from all the movement. He gropes your breasts for more stability. You fight the urge to cum.

You cross your legs together, bringing him closer. Jungkook huffs, feeling like his dick is going to explode from having you close to him again. He’s going to lose his mind soon—he just knows it.

“You know how I like it,” he whimpers. “Fuck, ___. You’re so tight. So good to me.”

“T-told y-you,” you moan. “Fuck me harder, please.”

“Gonna fuck you so hard.”

“Y-yeah? Mhmm—oh! Oh, oh, oh my god—J-Jungkook!”

He does as he says. Jungkook fucks you, kisses you, and sucks on your tits harder. He does it with so much intention and holy shit—you don’t know how long you’re going to last.

“Might cum,” you tell him. Slightly feeling the tingle in the pit of your stomach, and the intense feeling in between your legs level up. “Please let me cum.”

Sternly, he denies you. “No.”

“P-please?”

“Not yet,” Jungkook kisses your forehead. “Last longer for me, okay?”

“O-okay.”

“Good girl.”

To help stall your orgasm, Jungkook pulls out.

“W-wait—”

“Relax, I’m not done,” he assures you. “Neither are you.”

Jungkook switches your position. He takes one leg off of his shoulder and lifts you off the washer. As one foot reaches the floor, he instructs you to lean against the washer so it’s more comfortable for you. You do so. You plop your elbow on the top surface and try to catch your breath. Jungkook then puts himself back in and continues to fuck you.

The new position only lasts a few minutes. You quickly tell him you’re uncomfortable and hope he doesn’t dismiss your feelings. Luckily, he listens. He helps you stand on your two feet again. Thanking him, you reach to kiss him but he stops you.

Jungkook grabs a handful of your hair and pulls it. Your head is thrown back and your back is arched. He places kisses from your collarbones to your neck. He whispers in your ear, “fuck you like I hate you, right? You sure?”

“Mhmm,” you croak. “Whatever you want. I’m all yours.”

Jungkook smirks.

Roughly, he spins you around and bends you over. As your face is pressed against the washer, you can’t help but smirk. Oh, this was so fucking hot. If you like this… He must love it.

“Time for you to beg for it.”

Your smirk turns into a giggle. “Kinda hard if I can’t see your face. Doggy style still your favourite? Should we film this too?”

Smack.

Jungkook slaps your ass. It’s loud and a handful. He glances at it, noticing how red the mark got. “Can you still handle it? Can you handle me?”

“Fuck me and find out.”

Another smack.

“Beg.”

Through your teeth, you grit. “For what? Your phone so we can film this?”

Jungkook slaps your ass for the last time. He then shoves his cock inside you without warning. As he thrusts in and out, he leans over and breathes into your ear.

“Come on, ___. Boost my ego.”

You moan at his words. His dick inside you is just so fucking big—you can’t concentrate. It feels so fucking good that you don’t even care about how sore you’ll be later. Jungkook fucks you so good… You can’t help but give in.

“Jungkook,” you breathe in between thrusts. “You fuck me so good. N-no one fucks me the way you do. No one digs themself deeper in me than you do. No one bruises my esophagus more than you. Y-you make me feel so good. Every time you cum in me—ohh, I get so fucking wet just thinking about it. You make me so wet. Your dick is so fucking yummy. Love your cum. I’m horny all the time when you’re around and I—mhmm—I need you.”

“That’s right,” he grunts. “My fucking cock slut needs me.”

“Mhmm,” you agree. “Need your juicy cock. Need you to cum in me. Need y-you.”

Again…

You and your words.

Jungkook wants to fold. With all this heat, he wants to give in and make love to you properly… Instead, his heart wins.

He needs to cum.

Jungkook takes himself out. He spins you around and lifts you.

Wrapped around him, you look at him lovingly. You can’t help but lean in and kiss him. He kisses back only to pull away earlier than you liked.

“Bounce,” he instructs you.

“Isn’t this uncomfortable—”

“I fucking said bounce.”

You shut up and do so.

Hanging on him, you try your best to bounce. Fucking standing up is hard enough—this? This was talent. You don’t know how he does it, but Jungkook takes control. He starts to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow. Then, as his exhaustion begins to take over, he moves you back on top of the washer.

He keeps fucking you. With every thrust and breathy swear, you and him get closer and closer to climaxing.

As your stomach twitches, you wrap your legs around him. With everything he has left, Jungkook pounds himself into you.

“O-oh my god!” you cry. “Y-yes, Jungkook. F-fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Mhmm,” Jungkook moans. “Fucking shit—nghhh!”

He cums first.

Jungkook spills himself inside you but continues his strokes. The second you feel the spurts of his cum hit your insides, you let out a loud moan and let go.

You cum.

Then, he pulls out and spreads your folds. He watches as your pussy clenches, causing the cum to spill out. He wishes he had his phone.

He loves this sight.

He loves you.

Jungkook helps you off the washer.

He helps you get dressed and asks if you feel okay. In all honesty, your legs feel a little numb. You’ve never fucked like that before and your stamina has never been that good. For his benefit, you tell him you’re okay. He knows you’re lying. For your benefit, he plays along.

Once Jungkook is dressed, he reaches for the doorknob and then remembers it’s locked from the outside.

“Can you text Yuna to unlock it?”

You blink. “Hmm? Oh, yeah. Sure. I’ll just—”

As you attempt to grab your phone from the detergent shelf, you almost fall over from the sudden movement. Just like at the party, you can’t walk.

He fucked you too good.

You aren’t sure if you should be embarrassed or not.. This was his fault! Then again, this was his fault.

“Woah,” Jungkook catches you. He holds you, slowly assisting you steady. “That good, huh?”

You can’t help it. You let out a laugh and hit his chest playfully.

“You love having your ego stroked.”

“What? No way,” Jungkook pouts. As he reaches over and grabs your phone for you, he continues: “my ego isn’t the only thing I like having stroked.”

Your mouth drops. “God, you’re annoying.”

For the first time in a while, Jungkook smiles and laughs. As you text Yuna, you can’t help but look up and watch him laugh. He looks happy. He looks relaxed. He looks better.

Okay… Maybe Yuna was right.

Maybe you two just needed to fuck it out.

“Okay, I texted Yuna,” you bend down slowly, and open the nearby sink drawer. “She said there’s actually a spare key under the sink—Ah ha!”

As you turn to him, you show him the key with a smile on your face. Out of no where, he says 4 words you never expected to hear.

“We should be friends.”

Your smile fades.

“What?”

“You said you wanted to talk,” Jungkook says softly. “I don’t know what else I can say. I like you. I’ve shown you my heart over and over again. I’ve waited for you. I tried to hate you—but I can’t. I mean,” he takes a breath. “... Look at us. Look at what we just did. I can’t… I can’t do this anymore, ___.”

Who knew your heart could break from a few words?

“Friends?” Jungkook then extends his hand out. You stare at it, unsure if you should take it. With his other hand, he scratches the back of his head. “Whenever you’re ready, I guess… I’m your friend whenever you’re ready. So, yeah… I’ll head out first—”

“Jungkook, stop.” Taking a step towards him, you take his hand. “Do you think we can actually be friends from now on? Don’t you want to hear what I have to say?”

“No, not really.” he shrugs. “I don’t want the rejection. I’m trying so hard to make peace with what happened already—everything is so fucked up because I got ahead of myself. I won’t do that anymore… I’m sorry, ___. I’m sorry about everything. I just… I hoped to never lose you. I hoped for this to never end.”

Say it, ___.

Say the truth.

You don’t want to be friends with him because you want him more than that. You want more of him. You love—

“Jungkook—”

“Yeah?”

“Hear me out,” you plead. “Please.”

He looks at you blankly. “Okay… What is it?”

A heavy silence fills the room.

“... I don’t want to be your friend. That’s stupid.”

“Wow, ouch—fine. What do you want then? Do you have a better plan—“

“You. I want you… How am I supposed to be your friend when I’ve missed you so much?”

With a soft smile on his face and a bruised heart, he pulls you in and kisses the top of your head.

“I missed you more,” he says.

As he pulls away, he makes his second attempt. Offering you his hand, he asks, “so… Friends?”

“Bullshit. I refuse to be friendzoned.”

“Damn,” his heart races. “… So what does this mean—mhhphh—“

You shove his hand aside and tiptoe to kiss him one last time. He kisses back and your heart skips a beat. It’s then when it clicks—Yuna was right.

Jungkook had folded… And you?

You love him.

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Guiding Light - Master List

summary: It was supposed to be a simple mission. Get the intel and go home. Until everything goes wrong and you’re taken captive by Hydra. While you struggle to stay alive and hold your sanity, Bucky begins to lose himself to a darkness and gives into the soldier because he doesn’t know how to breathe without you. Not until he brings you home. If he even can. pairing: bucky x reader word count: ~100,000 warnings: graphic descriptions of violence, torture, minor character death, vague/brief suicidal ideation, smut (marked with *), slow burn/longing/mutual pining

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BTS run episode 1 (English Sub, HD)

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You’ll Always Be My Hero - Chapter 19 ; Restraint

Author: @stilinskiparker Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Emma Thomas (OC) Word Count: 5,991 Warnings: angst, reassuring hand holding, jackson, harris, matt, erica having a seizure, A/N: Hi, friends! Chapter 19 is here and ready for y’all to read! This would’ve been out a lot sooner, but packing and a nap called my name. There’s a Death Cure reference. Let me know if you catch it. If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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Spark| Chapter 6

peeta mellark x fem! reader

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trigger warnings: mentions of suicide, mentions of suffocation, death, food/eating, alcohol, fire, maiming (not graphic), heights, electricity/being shocked, survelliance, fear, starvation, violence/gore

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Peeta doesn’t speak to her through the brief elevator ride, staring ahead in silence. She can feel the eyes of their teams on her and her face heats with embarrassment. She had it under control, she knows she did. Marvel would have let her go had he not been releasing her into Peeta’s arms. Now both of their teams think she needs someone to look after her, that she needs Peeta.

She leans against the window, trying and failing to not grip Peeta’s hand. This elevator is much faster than the one in the Justice Building. She keeps her eyes glued to the doors to avoid watching herself shoot up into the air. The moment the doors open she evacuates the elevator, glad to get out of the little box and away from the eyes of her team. Effie calls out after her and she ignores her, heading to the furthest room down the hall. She slams the door and nearly screams when she finds no lock.

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Season 1 Masterlist

A/N: Published every Saturday at 3:00 PM CDT! Taglist/Requests are open!!

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Do I Know You?

of all the places to be recognized you did not think cherry pit at a harry styles concert would be one of them - especially by the man himself.

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A/N: hello friends! i had been wanting to write famous mc for a while and then i finally got the idea. in this story, harry is the rockstar we know and love. y/n belmonte is a famous actress known for her roles in the the queen's gambit and the hit drama new amsterdam. i gave her a last name and her father is mexican-american and her mother is english. truly something sweet filled with fluff. if you got any questions i'll be happy to answer them

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St. Paul, Minnesota

Being in Minnesota was fun. You were visiting your best friend taking a well-deserved break. You had just finished filming a Netflix show that had lots of buzz around yet did not have a release date and had attended the Emmys. As award season had come to a close, you decided visiting your favorite person would be an excellent way to celebrate. Especially since free days were becoming rarer and rarer. You were thankful for the role in The Queen's Gambit and its direction for your career, but it was always lovely to enjoy time with loved ones.

Naomi had let you stay in her guest bedroom, letting you know to stay for as long as you wish, but you wouldn't last longer than five days. You didn't like intruding on Naomi and Sarai, Naomi's partner. They both assured you that it was no problem, but you begged to differ.

On your second day, Sarai surprised you with enchiladas just like your grandma had made. Their family was from Acapulco, Mexico, just like your grandparents. Naomi always liked to say she was meant to bring you all together, and she had.

That wasn't the only surprise you had come to learn she had for you as she said to dress nice and be ready at eight. You were even more shocked to hear that Sarahi would not be joining you. They informed you they had to meet with their cohort to go over a project they were handed.

You had a limited selection of clothes from your suitcase and clothes you had left over the years. After getting out your favorite pieces, you dressed in black flares that made your ass look amazing. You paired it with a silk cami, a mint color that matched your nails. You paired it with your favorite pair of red leather boots that were always packed first in your suitcase. They're a few years old, but you treasured them too much to say goodbye. They were the only classy shoes you packed because you swore you could pair them with anything, and thus far, you have.

You debated the most about doing your makeup, not being able to make up your mind before deciding to go with mascara and red lipstick. Looking in the mirror, you felt hot and knew you looked great. Being in the public eye, you learned to spot all your insecurities before the world could and owned them. The scar running up your thigh was always an attention grabber until the story of how you got it was exposed, and then no one seemed to care about a bicycle accident that happened at the age of twelve.

Grabbing your wallet and phone, you headed out to the living room where Naomi was sitting on her couch scrolling through on her phone, Sarai having left already.

"You don't mind carrying my wallet, do you?" You asked.

"Course not, give it here."

Naomi, nosy as always, opens up the wallet and takes a look inside as you grab some water before you have to head out. She's quiet, so you peek over and see her standing with the wallet still in hand.

"I'm in your wallet." She states, showing you a photo of last December of her standing arms raised as she stood in the center of the ice rink.

"You have been since that time you gave me a photo of you that was taken during team pictures for Tennis in ninth grade."

Naomi nods, remembering how she had given one to you and her parents then hiding them away. "Yeah, I don't know. Nice to know you keep me close."

"Always do, only one person I call my best friend."

Naomi shakes her body out, pocketing the wallet into her pink cross-body bag. "Alright, enough being a sap. We've got to go."

In the car, Namoi decides against music and instead decides to interrogate you on your next project. For the first time in a long time, you didn't have anything definitive lined up. You filmed and auditioned like crazy the past few years, so your manager, Viola, was giving you a much-needed break. She loved to remind you to relax and enjoy it all, and thanks to her, you had. Viola has always had your best interest in mind since she met you at age seventeen.

"Viola said I'm a free bird for a few weeks, months she had said, but I'll surely have an interview or two pop up soon."

"Does that mean you'll be staying with me?"

You laugh, "Nice try, but someone is busy with her dissertation, and I'd be a distraction."

"A pretty one at least."

"Gee, thanks." You reply sarcastically.

"What will you do?"

You shrug, "Life has a funny way of working things out, so I'm not worried."

Naomi looks over at you, confused, "I've never seen you so mellow."

"It is because life is good, and I'm here with you. Being with you reminds me of home."

"New York?" You don't answer, so she keeps going, "Los Angeles, Miami, New Orleans?"

"London."

Naomi frowns, "London?"

"I had not stayed for longer than a week but those four months. It felt like it could be home, or well, I could make it home."

"Do you think it has to do with your parents?"

You look over at Naomi, who's focused on the road, making a right turn into a busy street filled with traffic. "Yeah, it does."

Neither of you continues the conversation as you finally see the destination in front of you.

The Xcel Energy Center.

Naomi had brought you to an arena where hundreds of cars and many people walked towards what you assumed was the entrance. There were two entries to the parking, and she picked the one that said VIP.

She rolls down her window and leans in to look at the name tag on the security. "Hi, Jason." She greets confidently.

"Miss you a VIP member?"

"No, but I can be." The man frowns. "I got royalty in the car." She gestures her head to you. God. Of course, she's playing the famous card.

You lean closer, "Hello Jason, good evening."

The man's eyes widened, and that's when you get a good look; he couldn't be older than 25. "Shit! Sorry--you're! Oh my goodness! I love you. You're my hall pass."

Naomi is biting back a laugh, and you smack her thigh to silence her. "Very flattering, Jason. Thank you. See, I wasn't aware I was coming to the show, or I would have called ahead to make an arrangement; if it's not possible, you can direct us to the available parking lot. I believe it's close to show time."

"No worries, Miss Belmonte. You follow straight ahead of the cones, and Connor will meet you at an entrance. Do you happen to know where you'll be sitting?"

You look at Naomi, waiting for her to answer. "Cherry pit."

"Very well. We'll have bracelets ready for you and someone to direct you in." Jason offers kindly.

"Thank you so much, sorry for the bother. You've been an angel." The young man blushes but doesn't look away. "Could I offer you a photo?" You suggest, genuinely thankful for his help.

His smile falters, "I would love that, but I'm on the job, Miss Belmonte."

You smile, admiring the man and following their protocols. You think for a minute before reaching into the glove box where you know Sarai keeps extra purple index cards for some reason. There is a pen right beside it. You write a thank you, folding it in half and handing it to him.

"Thank you, Jason. I'll never forget your generosity."

"Same here, my niece looks up to you. She thinks you're a real-life princess."

"Do send her my love then."

Jason nods, stepping back, and Naomi continues to a parking lot where few cars are parked.

"You amaze me." Naomi states. You laugh, not sure how to respond. "You handled that with some much grace even after I abused your fame card."

"As long as you don't do it again," You chastise her as you've done many times before.

"We'll see," she chuckles, "come on, Miss Hall Pass."

You roll your eyes, slip out of the car and see a man waving at you. You both offer your wrists where he puts on the wristbands after he checks Naomi's tickets. He nods, asking you to follow him in. There's loud chatter, and you can hear "Olivia" being played through the arena. Conner walks you down the steps to the entrance, where he bids you a good time.

"I can't believe you surprised me with a Harry Styles show."

Naomi grins, throwing her arm over your shoulder walking you towards a side of a stage that looks empty. "I know, I'm the best."

"Yeah, everyone looks amazing. There are so many boas." You marvel at how there are people dressed as if they were about to walk the runway.

"Do you think he'll show tits tonight?" Naomi giggles, thinking back to your reaction to her sending you a photo of his Las Vegas outfit in which he was dressed in a pink fringe vest showing off his toned body.

"A girl can dream," you joke.

"I'll never understand how you've never run into him again." Naomi shakes her head, "The one person who should be your friend and isn't."

"Wow, thanks. That's totally why I became famous."

"It's why I stuck around being your friend." She quips back.

You scoff, "jerk."

"Kidding."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Let's bet you get recognized tonight?"

You nod because you're confident it won't be happening, "Sure, what do you want?"

"Christmas in London."

"New Year in Italy."

"Damn, that's good. I hope I lose."

You laugh, causing a few heads to turn to look at you, and you duck, not liking eyes on you. "Ah, Miss Introvert makes her appearance."

"Leave me alone, you stinker."

Naomi laughs at you, pulling you in for a hug so you can hide properly, "Think on the bright side, no one cares about you because compared to Harry Styles, you're like a nobody all over again."

"That felt like a backhanded compliment."

She shrugs, "Take it as you please."

There are loud cheers suddenly filling the arena, causing you both to look over at the stage when it's only a box in the middle of the runway being taken under the stage.

Naomi stares at it as you untangle yourself from her hold. "You've heard the box theories."

"Only a hundred times because you don't shut up about it."

"Come on, I think it's cool. I want to see how he gets in and if he's uncomfortable or if someone's spun him around a few times. Like I can't imagine it to be comfortable."

"Alright, for Christmas, I'll get you one of those boxes, and we'll roll you around."

"Would you really?"

"Christ, you're a weird one."

You settle down swaying and singing along to Bohemian Rhapsody.

"When did you even score these tickets?"

"Two years ago," she answered nonchalantly.

You gasp, "what?"

"Yeah, remember how he postponed it because he wanted to film two movies well then."

"Wow, I love you."

"I know."

The lights go out, and the cheers are deafening. A poem starts being read, and you can see the band coming out setting up. The female band members are in orange, and the men are in blue/green shade. You let out a loud cheer letting it get lost with the thousands of other people's yells.

Here's to a night to remember.

It has truly blown away how amazing Harry sounds. You had been dying to hear his new album live since it came out in 2019. Each song has a different intro making it feel like a whole new song. The band matches his energy, and you can tell how much he thrives on it.

Harry constantly blows kisses out into the crowd, smiles at posters, and responds to a few with an exaggerated reaction. The intro to Sunflower Vol. 6 with Niji had to be your favorite. You could see how Harry and the crowd loved the beat as the cheers only got louder.

You had not stopped dancing and singing along since he came out. You could hear how horse Naomi's voice had become due to shouting out the lyrics.

Harry had not been wrong when he had said you might be getting lots of ass tonight, but you weren't complaining; it wasn't a bad view. He was so effortlessly himself on the stage that you felt his presence no matter where you stood.

This had to be one if not the best concert you have ever attended.

After Sunflower, Harry takes a moment to take in the crowd; he spots a poster reading, "Should I text him?" He proceeds to go on a long tangent about double texting, thumbs upping means they replied last, and finishing off by saying, "trash, trash, trash." That erupts lots of cheers.

No, you did not think you would ever hear Harry Styles be giving relationship advice to a sold-out arena, but damn, does this man continue to surprise you.

The concert continues, Cherry making you swoon; it is one of your favorites on the album because you were a sucker for sad songs. Lights Up easily becomes your favorite song he performs. He sings the song with his whole heart, and the crowd does the same. Singing "do you know who you are" in an arena of people knowing you're doing what you love with amazing people in your life, you happily sing back. You really understand what people mean when they say Harry makes you feel part of something bigger, makes you remember the importance of embracing who you are one hundred percent.

It's after Lights Up that he begins walking around closer to your side. He smiles at your section before doing a double-take; he grabs more of the cord and steps closer, causing the fans around you to start cheering louder as he's showered with bouquets of flowers.

Harry has stopped walking, and you feel as if he was staring right back at you. You're four rows back from the barricade but now he has the eyes of a hawk not missing anything, just like he spotted the Green Bay Packers fan earlier in the show.

"Do I know you?" Harry speaks into the microphone.

You foolishly turn around before looking back at him before pointing to yourself. He laughs. "Yes, you."

"Don't think so." You shout back, hoping he can hear you.

That wasn't the truth, but it didn't feel like a lie. See, many moons ago, when Harry was still in One Direction, and you were booking Indie films and minor roles for prominent directors, you both happened to be attending the same event a mutual friend invited you to attend. Harry approached you and chatted with you for a long time, sharing a drink of apple cider until he was whisked away.

You didn't know he tried to find you again later in the night or that he asked everyone who attended if they had seen you or knew who you were, but no one seemed to recognize her name. It wasn't until his sister, Gemma, mentioned watching a show named "New Amsterdam'' did he find you again. You were a semi-regular from London a surgeon and were so positively received by the audience that it seemed you were coming back as a regular. Then after finally finding out your name, he fell down the rabbit hole of your IMDB, and well ever since 2018, it's like he always had an out for you.

Harry watched your newest horror thriller film Ready or Not and Love and Monsters, where you had a small role but captured his attention every time you were on the screen. He had watched countless interviews and learned how you had worked with Dylan O'Brien before in a film named First Time, sharing how Dylan gave you lots of advice and managed to be a friend through your growing career. Maybe he was biased, but he thought you were an outstanding actress, each role you made your own. Acting alongside Tom Hanks and being the person to stand out. Don't even get him started in your role in The Queen's Gambit; he could discuss it all day and night.

Well, Harry can proudly be called your fanboy.

Harry had that party in 2015 flash through his mind, and he was hoping you remembered him as well. He'd known he would recognize you in any crowd; he just didn't expect it to be in Minnesota.

He steps closer and narrows his eyes. "May 2015."

You gasp, and it stuns his fans. Not that he knows you, but that he stated a date that they could maybe pinpoint. You doubted it as you don't remember documenting the night or making conversation with anyone other than Harry.

"Yeah," you smile, nodding. "Thought you wouldn't remember."

"I remember a lot in the big head of mine." He jokes. You laugh. "Any requests?" He's smiling at you, waiting to see what you'd say.

You think about it, "Medicine!"

He smirks. "Did you say canyon moon?" The crowd cheers for medicine, and a few yell, asking for to be so lonely, "well, we will be doing Canyon Moon. This is for you." Harry sends you a wink before strutting away to get ready.

"Did Harry Styles recognize you?" Naomi asks, not believing that happened.

"Yes."

"From six years ago."

"Yes."

"Holy shit. What is your life?!"

You laugh because that did not feel real. Naomi spins you around as you happily dance and sing along to a song now dedicated to you. You're trying your best to ignore the glances and the few cameras being pointed at you. You see the recognition in many girls around you, and with no security, you hope they stay respectful.

"Think you might have to get away," Naomi grimaces.

You sigh, still dancing along to the song, "yeah."

"Damn,"

"I'll just slip out and wait in the car. You finish the show." You tell her, not wanting to take this experience away from her.

Naomi pouts, "You're too good of a person. We'll leave before the encore. Got like two songs left."

You nod, knowing she has a point, enjoy the last bit and worry leaving in a while everyone is distracted cheering for an encore they knew was coming.

After finishing crying to Fine Line, swaying with your best friend to a song that brings you so much comfort, you make your way towards the exit where you entered, knowing it'd be the easiest way out. Naomi links your hands together and pulls you forward, staying close to the barricade when a hand sticks out, landing on your elbow stopping you. You startle bumping into Naomi, not recognizing the man. Naomi is ready to rip him a new one when he lifts a pass up. "Love on Tour: Manager."

You let out a sigh, instantly relaxing. "I'm Jeff." He introduces himself.

"I'm Y/N, and this is Naomi."

Jeff smiles, "I know who you are. Think most people do. The cameras put you on the screens."

"Oh," you feel your face flush.

"If you need to leave, we can get you out backstage, but you can also watch from here with me if you'd like to. I've got fancy one-of-a-kind lanyards."

You look at Naomi but know the choice is in your hands, and well, you're hesitating. "I've got it on good authority that someone wants to meet you." Jeff offers.

You nod, letting him hand over a pass, slipping it over your head going over to a side entrance where the security enables you to pass through. You thank him before greeting Jeff in a handshake, and he seems taken back at the gesture before shaking your hand.

"Can I just say I'm a fan of your work? You were incredible in Queen's Gambit. My wife adores the show and you." Jeff tells you as you stand next to him.

You grin at him. "Thank you, means a lot to hear that. Send her my best, will you? If you want, we can send her a message or sign something." You offer.

"You're kind, thank you."

Naomi finally speaks up, still on edge, "Listen, Jeff, don't go taking advantage of her."

"Course not. I understand how much H values his privacy. I imagine it's the same for you."

You nod, "She means well; she's very protective. We've been friends since the sixth grade."

"I understand friendship," He squeezes your arm in assurance. "I feel like I've known Harry all my life. I'd never try to jeopardize your privacy. But you are at a concert for one of the most in-demand artists of the time."

You giggle, "That I am."

You turn back on stage as Harry starts singing Sign of the Times, and the note changes make you feel as if you're hearing it for the time. You sing along, loving that Jeff sings as well. You had not expected to be here but wouldn't change this moment for anything.

Harry introduces his band, Elin, Ny Oh, Niji, Pauli, Mitch, and Sarah. Jeff laughed as he heard you scream the loudest for Sarah out of the other members. You know he makes a mental note of that. Harry begins having the audience riff off with him. He's walking around going from side to side, seeing who can sing it louder. Harry goes back to where you were initially standing to seek you out but doesn't find you. He asks for the house lights and nothing. He frowns, and you catch that on the screens before he moves down, finding a fan dressed as a banana.

He begins singing "she's dressed as a banana" in a beat that fits so well with what the band is playing. That truly is impressive. The crowd singing it with him just as loudly. You're sure that catchy tune will be stuck in your head for a long time.

"He was looking for you," Jeff yells over the intro to the song.

"Was not." You state.

"He was. I know him well. Also, you were the only one he interacted with within the area."

You hum, "Never thought he'd spot me in a crowd."

"Are you kidding? He'd find you in the crowd of time square. He's got a crush on you." Jeff lets slip.

"You don't say," you smirk.

"Please don't tell him I told you."

"Secret is safe with me."

You dance singing back the lyrics when Jeff looks over at you, "Well,"

"Well, what?" Not amused, he interrupted your singing to watermelon sugar.

"You fancy him?"

"Honestly, he's a dream. We clicked all those years ago, so maybe it's still there."

Jeff nods, liking your response, beginning to dance when you see someone else going crazy for his moves, and you start cheering them on. You come to learn his name is Tommy, and he's also part of Harry's team. After kiwi, Jeff ushered you backstage, taking you into a communal area where everyone meets after to celebrate with a drink.

And now you wait.

The band comes in full of chatter; Pauli has a bi pride flag resting on his shoulders. Sarah has her hand resting around Mitch's waist. Elin and Ny Oh were laughing with each other as they all stepped in Jeff at your side.

You wave hello to everyone, holding your breath as you feel all of their eyes on you. Turning to the side to look at Jeff, he does nothing but laugh, "Friends, this is Y/N Belmonte and her friend Naomi. Y/N and Naomi, this is Sarah Jones' band." You all let out a laugh, instantly thankful for Jeff's joke to break the ice.

"A pleasure to meet you all. You were incredible out there." You grin at them, hoping someone will say something.

"Thank you," Mitch replies, and it instantly relaxes you.

"Someone's favorite is the drummer," Jeff teases as they wait for Harry to make his way inside as he had to remove his mic pack and also took a moment to himself after.

You feel your face flush, "my grandma liked playing the drums, and I was rubbish. I'm great on piano, but I just have so much respect for the drums. Not that you all aren't amazing, it's just personal." You defend.

"No worries, I respect that," Niji replies, offering a fist pump.

"So are we okay to take photos with you? We're big fans, and I think Queen's Gambit is always playing in our tour bus." Elin tells you.

"Oh, and the thriller about hide and seek," Pauli informs you.

"Thank you, of course, we can."

After getting photos with everyone, make sure to get them on your phone as well, knowing you'd have to share on your close friends' list about how great the concert was and how lucky you were to meet the band. By the time Harry comes in, everyone is chatting as if we've known each other for months. You learn how funny and intelligent Pauli and Niji are. Ny Oh tells you about life on tour. Elin shares how she's having the best time and offers to show you some tunes on the guitar.

"Jeff-she's gone again. I couldn't even-" he stops in his tracks as he sees you standing with Mitch and Sarah, their phone in hand as they were showing you photos of their baby. "How are you here?"

"Oh, my best friend Naomi bought us tickets. Very nice of her. She said something about Ticketmaster sucking." You laugh thinking back to her story about how she got online early and even had Sarai helping her.

"No backstage. I looked for you in the crowd. I didn't see you."

Jeff gives you an I told you, so look from the side, and you bite back a smile.

"Oh, that's what you were looking for. Thought you lost a contact lens." Naomi teases.

"Jeff was kind enough to offer us to exit backstage if we needed a way out and also said it was okay if we stayed." You smile at Harry's confused but elated face. "Said you might want to meet. Got a good manager in your hands."

Harry nods, his voice soft, "can I hug you?"

You grin and nod, in two strides, he's in front of you, bringing you wrapping his arms around you, and you do the same, resting them on his waist. He's holding you tight as if he won't be letting go any time soon.

He squeezes you tightly two more times before letting you go but leaving a hand resting on your back. "You should introduce yourself with your full name. I only had your name to go by."

You frown, "I used my first name with Jeff, and he knew not to sound conceited or anything."

"No, six years ago. You left, and I never found you that night. I only had your name to go by."

Your eyes widen in surprise, "Well, shit. I didn't know that."

"Yeah, I didn't know who to ask."

You're aware everyone is tuned in with your conversation with Harry but don't mind. "Could have asked Harry Lambert. He invited me to the event."

"Who?" Harry asks, not sure if he heard you correctly.

"Your stylist, Harry Lambert. He helped style me a lot when I was starting out. He said to call him if I ever needed him, and it was thanks to him, I found Gabbi. She's amazing and the reason I dress so well." You gesture down to your outfit.

"Holy shit, six degrees of separation."

"Truly."

"I mean, I asked everyone at that event about you, but Lambert had left early. Why did you leave?"

You shrugged. "Didn't know anyone other than Lambert, and we had a conversation, but you literally bounced from person to person, so I assumed you wouldn't circle back and left."

Harry nods, "Sounds like past me; I'm better at staying in one place now."

"Noted."

"Right, well, fancy a drink again?"

"Sure-'

"Ginger ale or sparkling water?"

You don't even ask why he remembers, "Water is fine."

"Alright, you had your moment. I'd like an introduction." Naomi walks over after he hands you your drink.

You chuckle, "Right. Naomi, meet Harry Styles. Harry, meet my best friend, Naomi Hart."

"Pleasure, Harry. I'm a big fan. That was a hell of a performance." She offers her hand to him, and he happily shakes it back.

"Thank you! It means so much. Have you been to a show before?"

Naomi nods eagerly. "Yes, we were in London both nights as a graduation gift for me and my partner and your final show in LA."

"Ah," he smirks, "big fans then."

"Oh yeah, want to know something about Y/N. She always cries to fine line."

You elbow her in her side, "shut up before I make him blocklist you."

Harry frowns, "Wouldn't dare."

"Fine, I'll block you from all my events," you falsely threaten.

"Quite rude of you to say. We wouldn't be here if it weren't for me."

"Actually for me- I could have spent my days off at home with-"

Naomi interrupts, "Please, you don't know what's home?"

You're aware everyone is still watching and frown, "hey- that's not nice."

"Sorry, babe, but you are a little lost."

You can't help but nod because it's true.

"Thank you for bringing her today; I'm a big fan." Harry addresses you both.

"Are you?" You're genuinely surprised.

"Of course. You're amazing. You're acting breathtaking."

"Well, I'm excited to see your film as well. Florence is a good friend, and she speaks highly of you."

"Thank you. Next year if you can believe it."

Release dates may be far, but they come quickly; you've learned, "you nervous about that?"

He nods, "just a bit; it will be different from Dunkirk."

"Sure as a male lead. I'd assume so."

"Do you sing?" Mitch asks, changing the conversation, "sorry, it's just that you said you play the piano."

"You do?" Harry's eyes widened in amazement.

"I can carry a tune," you offer, looking at Mitch and grin at him.

"Carry a tune, my ass." Naomi scoffs. "She's on the soundtrack of Coco. Singing in Spanish and English, and she composed a lot for things like The Greatest Showman and even a new Marvel film." She tells them proudly.

"Alright, stop talking before we have to make them sign NDA's," you joke.

"We'd be glad to," Harry replies.

"You're fine. Most of the info is available online anyways."

"Hmmm…why don't you perform?" Pauli asks.

"I like acting; it's where I'm meant to be. Learning new roles and also most of my directors let me learn from them. Always give me constant feedback. Think the end goal is one day directing my own kind of movies or shows that allow people to feel something, something to connect to."

"That's remarkable," Jeff tells you.

"Yeah, I'm proud of what I've done. Sure, I might not have lots of awards, but I love what I do, and I can proudly stand behind each work that has come out."

Everyone is staring at you, and you grow nervous. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No," Harry assures you.

Sarah answers for everyone, "it's nice to see you sticking to your values."

"Well, of course, I know it's harder to address when in the public eye, but I try my best to be honest because sure they might not know me, but they are a part of me just as I am of them."

"That's really insightful. Thank you. I—I'm going to think about that more." Harry tells you, giving your hip a comforting squeeze.

You nod. Everyone quickly falls into chatter after a moment, and you're relieved, glad the attention has shifted well not everyone one's as you feel Harry's on you as you take a drink of the water. Naomi is chatting with Pauli, who's showing Naomi their outfit doing a small spin.

"This must be nice to experience each night; it feels like family."

Harry agrees, "They are. Everyone is important. Especially since we spend so many days on the road together away from those we love."

You both grow quiet, enjoying the laughter and chatter that everyone fills in the room.

"When Naomi said you didn't have a home, is that true?"

You sigh. "You don't have to answer." He assures you.

"Know anywhere more private we can chat?"

Harry nods, taking your hand in his leading you down hallway after hallway before arriving at the stairs leading to a luxury suite. You can see workers taking down the set; there are so many people out there.

"Wow, I've never seen it being taken down."

"Yeah. Build it each day only to take it down and do it again the following day."

"The 360 stage is great. Honestly felt your presence the whole time."

"Just what I like to hear." He laughs.

Harry takes a seat, and you follow, sitting right next to him, knowing he's waiting for you. You take a moment to gather your thoughts before deciding that, yes, you do want to share this with him.

"I lost my parents when I was eight. A drunk driver hit them when they were on their way to pick me up from school. I lived in England all my life, specifically Brighton. My father was born in the US, and his parents still lived in California. They moved from Mexico with a Visa, and they had a hard upbringing here, but they fought to give my dad the best they could. He fell in love and followed my mother across the world. I knew what death meant when they passed, but I didn't understand that I wouldn't see them anymore. That morning having breakfast together would be the last memory I'd ever have with them." You stop and take a breath when you feel Harry take your hand in his.

"So at eight, I was uprooted from my life and moved to California to be raised by my grandparents. They were mourning the loss of a son and a daughter-in-law, but they told me that I was the miracle that helped them keep moving forward. They taught me Spanish, and I picked up Italian from my neighbor. I lost them in 2016. My grandma had a heart condition, and after she passed away, two weeks later, my grandpa passed away."

You're no longer fighting back your tears; it's been a while since you've shared the story. Honestly, you can't remember the last time you spoke about this, but it feels good. Not as heavy.

"My abuelo said he was sorry to leave me alone but assured me I was in good hands and that I surrounded myself with great people that would look out for me. Grown, the limited series I did for HBO, won me an Emmy, and it was based partially around my life and how I had to grow up alone building a found family as I went through life. It's very little, but it's my story to the world on my own terms if you know me. The screenwriter and director are two who have worked with me closely since I came into this crazy world and honored a bit of me in the best way they could."

Harry has tears running down his face, and you reach your free hand up to wipe them away, hating that you made him sad. "After losing them, I wasn't sure what to do. Naomi was in Minnesota, and well after they passed, I moved in with her. I had the house, but it wasn't the same, and as much as I love Naomi, she's got someone else she calls home. I finished filming in London a week before the Emmys, and it's the safest I've felt. I just don't have many people to call family in London."

Harry reaches a hand to rest on your cheek, and you let out a deep sigh letting yourself relax in his hold. "You got me. I know we just met or well reunited, but let me in, and I promise I'll never leave your side. Let me help you see London as home again.

You nod, letting his words sink in, "I'm a wanderer who's looking for a place to call home."

"Song lyrics?"

"No, it's a saying I always said to Naomi."

He hums, "Might just have to write a song together."

"Not anytime soon."

"I'm patient." He promises. "Thank you for sharing that with me. Clearly, it wasn't easy, but I'm proud of how far you've come and can't wait to continue to see you grow."

"Thank you for listening. It's been a while since I've told anyone. I'm sorry if it was too much."

He shakes his head, "no apologies, love."

You nod; Harry leans back in the seat, letting his hand drop that was resting on your face on your lap. You're quick to catch it before he can remove it playing with his rings. You fall into a comfortable conversation talking about what stood out the most from the show, and you tell him about favorite places to eat in Minnesota. He shares that he loves that you accidentally matched. He makes you take a photo on his phone so that he can send it off to his sister to make her jealous. He takes a lot, an excuse to hold you close, not that you mind.

His phone rings with a phone call he is quick to ignore, then three chimes follow. He sighs, "I need to get on the road."

"Right," you don't move to get up, and neither does Harry.

"Alright, if we exchange numbers?"

"Be disappointed if we don't. I want those photos we took." You remind him.

You swap phones inputting your name as Belmonte 2015 💛

He smirks as he sees your name, and you laugh at how simple his contact name is: H 🕺

"Thank you for sharing with me."

"Well, next time, you owe me a life story." You declare.

He sounds smug, "next time?"

"Sure, told you my life story. Means you're part of my life forever. And I liked spending time with you."

"Yeah, I did too," he goes silent. "Felt like a date."

"Sneaky, Styles."

"What?"

"I deserve to be asked out properly, don't you think?"

Harry nods, "well, of course."

"Good, so," you urge him on.

"Will you let me take you on a date?" His voice wavering, not sure if you'd accept even though you told him to ask you.

You nod. "Yeah, six years late, but yes."

"You liked me too?" He asks, bewildered.

You grin, "I laughed at your jokes, batted my eyes at you. I flirted and think you were too busy being Mr. Popular to notice."

"Maybe, but god, you made me nervous and relaxed at the same time. I've never felt that way again until tonight when I saw you in the crowd."

"Well, I can't wait to see where life takes us."

As you make your way down the now empty hallways, you saunter, trying to extend your time together as much as possible. He asks about your favorite song to karaoke to, you ask about his go-to meal on the road. Going back and forth with questions. Not stopping until you're back in the room you were in earlier, except now only three people sit there, Naomi, Jeff, and Tommy.

"Did you fuck?" Naomi asks bluntly.

"Fuck Omie, and you ask why I don't take others anywhere."

"To be fair, I'm a lot to handle."

"No, we didn't," Harry answers, not wanting her to ask again.

You see her sitting next to more than a few items that have bunnies and Harry's face on them. Naomi follows your gaze, her smile widening. "I went shopping." She gloats.

"I see they found a way to get you to behave."

"Well, of course. Lots are for Sarai and me mostly; you can claim something you like as yours. We'll count this as your payment for staying at my apartment for free."

You laugh, not at all upset that she used your card; God knows there is so much money on there and if she wanted to use it by all means.

"Why am I not surprised?"

"You did leave it with me, and I know to use it for emergencies. Clearly, it was one."

"Jeff, you made our new friend pay?" Harry asks.

"She insisted."

"I did," Naomi agrees. "This one would have thrown a fit if not." Gesturing to you with a point of thumb.

"Geez, don't need to call me out, but she's right. You're all a hard-working team, not the only paychecks it'll be going to."

Harry knows he can't argue with that.

Naomi brings the topic back to them, "So anything interesting happen up there you'd like to share?"

Harry happily replies, "we will be going on a date."

"That's great, but we got to go," Jeff responds, leaving no room for argument.

Harry nods, not hiding his sadness as he brings you in for a hug. Your arms go around his waist; it truly felt like a reunion of a few months and not years.

He was not ready to say goodbye so soon when he got an idea.

"Say what you doing Friday?"

You pull away to look up at him, a bit shocked and a bit nervous about what he might ask you. "Not sure; I got a free schedule for some time."

Harry smirks; he brings a hand up, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb. "You like Chicago?"

And well… that's a story for another time.

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