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norrizzandpia · 7 months

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The Softest Launch (LN4)

Summary: He tried to be secret, but the eyes never lie.

Warnings: NOTHINGGGG language tho

Note: it was lance’s launch that sent me into this spiral

landonorris it was a good race ❤️

Comments:

mclarenfan22 YO WHO TF IS HE LOOKIN AT

- oscarandlando4ever carlos?

- mclarenfan22 idk abt that one girl

Lando-my-love i refuse to believe he has a girlfriend

- ln4andop81 the red heart is saying something else

oscarpiastri congrats on the podium man!

- mclarennnn what do you know.

- mclarensgirl oscar. spill it.

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landonorris fun day on the karting track! 🏎️

Comments:

ln4andop81 MAX IS IN ITALY WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND AND OSCAR IS OFF DOING PR IN LONDON WHO TF IS THIS.

- oscarandlando4ever we cant even fall back on carlos bc he is with charles at ferrari hq in italy as well

- Lando-my-love guys… i fear this is a soft launch

- mclarenfan22 DONT SAY THAT.

oscarpiastri tell her i said hi!

- mclarensgirlll HER????? PASTRY TELL US WHATS GOING ON

- landonorris will do!!

- mclarennn if this is his soft launch, i. will. cry.

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lando.jpg she’s learning 💋

Comments:

mclarennn WHO?????

ln4andop81 I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE

danielricciardo i still can’t believe you let her handle your camera

- landonorris ive given her other things that are delicate too

- danielricciardo shes made you a ball of mush

- landonorris a ball of love

- mclarensgirlll i have never been speechless before until rn

- mclarenfan22 GIVEN HER OTHER THINGS THAT ARE DELICATE TOO???? AS IN HIS HEART???? IM SLEEPING ON THE HIGHWAY ALREADY AND HE HASNT EVEN OFFICIALLY ANNOUNCED IT YET 😭😭😭

oscarandlando4ever hes soft launching her so well and so gently i cant im crying you can tell this one is different i think hes in love guys

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maxverstappen 📸 creds -> lando’s “friend”

Comments:

landonorris i said say friend not “friend” ‼️

- mclarensgirlll BYE MAX IS TRYING TO HELP US OUT

- maxverstappen i think the soft launch is over mate

- ln4andop81 PLZ LET IT BE OMFG MY BRAIN CANT HANDLE IT ANYMORE

kellypicquet and lando said she was bad at taking pics 💀

- ynnnn idek where he got that from i literally have taken his insta pics for years

- Lando-my-love WHO IS ynnnn IS THAT HER???

- mclarenfan22 her account is priv but I THINK IT IS ALSO YEARS???? SHES BEEN TAKING HIS PICS FOR YEARS????

- oscarandlando4ever BRUH IF WE MISSED THIS RELATIONSHIP THIS WHOLE TIME IM THROWING MYSELF IN A WALL

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landonorris I’m going to try and keep this as brief as possible because Y/n is incredibly special to me and I would like to keep the best parts of her to myself, but, yes, I do have a girlfriend. As you can probably gather, her name is Y/n and she’s been my lifeline for the past 5 years. I know this picture doesn’t really do justice to how she looks or how we are as a couple, but I’ve found that I would like to keep it that way. She’s someone I hold very close to my heart and keeping the quiet, intimate moments just for us is a high priority for me. All I ask from all of you is that you treat her with the kindness she deserves and don’t bombard her on social media. I’ve kept her away from the spotlight for a long time and have only made her presence known because keeping her a secret seemed worse than letting the F1 world into that part of my life. I’m glad you’ve gotten to meet my love. I plan on spending the rest of my life with her. Xx

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TWITTER

mclarensgirlll YALL SEEN THE INTERVIEW WITH LANDO????????? BRO IM CRYING HES SO CUTE

- ln4andop81 reporter: “were you nervous to let everyone know about her?” Lando: “well, the drivers, my friends, and family all knew i had met someone because apparently, according to them, i had a different look in my eyes. So, announcing it to them wasnt that nerve racking because they already knew, but, to the public, yeah, I was nervous. More nervous than she was.” Reporter: “so she was nervous?” Lando: “only because she thought no one was going to like her which is and was absurd. She’s the greatest human being I’ve ever met. There’s genuinely no scenario I could think of that someone would end up even slightly disliking her.” BRO.

- Lando-my-love AND THE WAY HE TALKED ABT FIRST SEEING HER 😫😫 “it was like my eyes were glued to her. I guess i was just so in shock someone could be that beautiful and, sometimes, i still am.”

- mclarenfan22 DONT GET ME STARTED ON HIS PROTECTION OF HER BYE “well, she’s just so perfect to me. The world I live in can be ruthless and unfair and messy, all the things she isn’t. I love her that way. I love her for that. She’s my quiet place I can go to when my job and lifestyle get to be too much. She’s like a time out and we both agreed we want to keep it that way.”

- oscarandlando4ever PLZ THE WAY OSCAR EXPOSED HIM TOO “when she’s around, Lando is so much more tolerable. She can calm him in a way I have never seen before. In fact, the engineers and I all agreed around a year ago that she needed to start coming to races because he was always a hot head if it didn’t go well. When we found a way to sneak her in and she did start attending events, he actually started to breathe if things didn’t go his way.”

- mclarensgirlll AND THEN THE WAY LANDO ENDED THE INTERVIEW WITH “But anyways, i could talk about her for hours, something i told myself i wouldn’t do. I’m in love with her and I just hope people understand we want to be left alone for a while. Just until we get married.” CRYING BC I THINK HES RLLY OFF THE MARKET THIS TIME

- oscarpiastri i know all of you want me to “spill” but really all i can tell you is that, yes, norizz officially rizzed his perfect girl and, yes, he is really off the market this time.

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physicallynothere · 2 years

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Help i have prelims tomorrow and i still don't understand our lesson in math😭

#help plz #idk anymore #im going to kms #im gonna cry #im gay and stupid

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pettypuppy-jonghyun · 10 months

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Wake up! | Lee Felix

Summary: when Felix is sleeping peacefully, but you'd rather give him all your love!

Notes: @alyszaen idk wtf this is but plz read it

Warnings: cheesy cuteness

"Are you awake?"

The whisper of your words caused Felix to stir, shifting his head slightly as he unconsciously rolled away from the sound. You smiled at the movement, biting your lip to stop the giggles from escaping. You waited a moment before asking him again, anticipating for him to wake at the sound of your voice.

You snuggled into his side, pressing your forehead to his cheek as you buried your face into his neck. You sighed contently, softly humming in satisfaction at the comfort he brought you. "I love you," you tell him happily.

Your nuzzled head caused your hair to tickle his skin, forcing Felix to wake. He turned his head to the side, lips meeting your forehead instead. "Hi," he says. His voice vibrated slightly against you as he continued, "good morning."

Not finding anymore restraint in yourself, you swung your free arm around his waist and tucked him even further into your chest. "You are so warm!" You gasp.

Felix chuckles, closing his eyes as he feels you grip his sides to keep him close. "You're awfully cuddly this morning," he remarks.

You couldn't help yourself. The way he slept peacefully beside you after a long time apart had you craving to hold him closer than ever. It was rare that you woke before him, leaving you to blame the jet leg for the time you spent waiting. You even tried to occupy yourself with your phone, debating on whether it was worth it or not to ruin his sleep. But the longer he slept away, the more inpatient you became. He was so close to you, and you couldn't squeeze him in your arms.

Lifting your head and pulling back, you looked down to Felix with a soft smile. "You're so cute, you know that?" You reach to place a finger to his cheek, tenderly tracing down the skin to his jaw. "Such a handsome man."

Felix opened his eyes to look at you, amused. "You're acting weird."

You giggle, shaking your head. "I'm not!" You defend, leaning down to place a kiss to his cheek. "I just really, really missed you!" You finished the sentence with three or four other pecks, finding it hard to resist from doing more.

Felix began to laugh at your antics, his cheeks rising high as he attempted to pull away from you. Although, your grip on his waist never loosened. He reached his right hand over you, placing it on the small of your back to smother you into him, hoping it would cease the kisses that seemed to become more slobbery.

"Let me sleep!" He cries out in laughter, holding your head to his clothed chest with his left arm. He felt you wiggle around at the change of positions, now locked in his grasp. Unsatisfied, he outstretched his legs, wrapping them around your own and pinning you down.

Another wiggle attempt forced him to flip you both over, knees on either side of your legs and arms beside your head. He caged you in, leaning over your body as he tried to regain his strength enough to prevent you from moving again. His face stayed lowered to yours, watching.

You beamed up at your lover, excited to have his full attention. "What's wrong, honey? Don't like my kisses?"

Felix grinned back at you. "Let's see how you like it!"

Your eyes widened in shock as you realized you finally lost control of the situation. You raised your hands to block his face from meeting yours, but you weren't quick enough. In a second, Felix licked his lips and bent down enough to land a big, loud and wet kiss to your cheek. You squealed in surprise, feeling the disgust wash over you.

"Ew!"

Felix didn't stop. He spread his own slobbery kisses all over your face. Your eyelids, cheeks, eyebrows, chin-every inch of your skin was covered with his lips. Your hands met the back of his head, threading your fingers through the long hair as you attempted to hold his face away. The more you turned away, the more he tried to kiss you.

Finally satisfied with his work, he pulled back enough to gauge your expression. He smirked proudly. "Just wanted to return the affection, babe."

You rolled your eyes. "Thanks," you respond dryly. Your one hand came to your face to wipe anything left over. "I really appreciate it."

Felix hummed softly, catching your gaze as you both began to settle. His eyes sparkle with love as he leant his head back down, this time meeting your lips in a gentle kiss. His soft hand rested against your cheek, prompting you to lean against the warmth. You tilted his head exactly where you needed him with your fingers still in his hair.

"I missed you so much," you confess honestly.

Felix rests his forehead against yours. "So did I," he admits as well. "Every night, every day. But I'm so glad to be home again with you here."

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luvrrszn · 6 months

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broken promises, broken hearts

MIGUEL O'HARA x FEM READER

summary miguel o'hara, usually a man of his words, seems to break his promises to you very casually, leaving behind a broken heart

warnings angst, surprise pregnancy, unprotected sex (not explicit), asshole!miguel, not proofread

a/n idk anymore bro... requests plz i'm soo bored thanks baes

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you and miguel first started your "arrangement" when monthly spider-society dinners became a thing. how it became a thing? great question.

"lyla, we don't need to waste time on such frivolous matters like dinner events. spider-society was started to preserve the multiverse from any possible threat, not to have dinner parties." miguel grumbled.

"i told you, it'll boost morale. it'll also help you seem less...cold." lyla retorted, flickering on miguel's shoulder.

"i'm their boss, not their friend. get back to work, lyla."

"come on, miguel. it'll be beneficial for everyone, i promise." lyla was relentless, and miguel finally caved, groaning in exasperation, "okay, okay. can we get back to work now?"

miguel, needing a date to these frequent dinner events (or as lyla called them, dinner banquets), decided to ask you. his human assistant, the one he'd go to for help when he decided he'd had enough of lyla for one day. seeing no harm in agreeing, you said yes.

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after a particularly stressful week, it was time for yet another dinner event. you wore an elegant maroon dress, with black pumps. miguel picked you up from your doorstep at 630pm, leaving the both of you with adequate time to get to the 7pm event.

now, you're sitting next to him in the car, fiddling with the fabric of your dress. it's been a few times since the first time you and miguel attended dinner events together, but somehow you always found a small part of yourself feeling nervous. you remember the first time you had met miguel.

"if you need anything at all, just call me. i will pick up, no matter what. any time, any place, just call."

the car comes to a stop, and miguel helps you out of the car. taking his hand, you step out of the car. as you step into the venue, you get goosebumps, the cold temperature against your bare arms. miguel notices, and takes off his jacket, placing it on your shoulders. you mutter a soft, "thank you."

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after about three months of attending dinners together, the tension between the two of you grows. you can't deny that the two of you have chemistry, but you never act on it. he is your boss after all.

that's what you keep telling yourself. until one night, your self-control snaps.

and so does his.

the night ends with the two of you in his bed, your hands tangled in his hair and his name leaving your lips as what could be considered the dirtiest moan of all time.

the morning after goes like this:

you stir in miguel's bed, his sheets clinging to your body. next to you, he's still sound asleep, snoring snoftly. you turn to look at the clock on his bedside table. it's 5:08am. you get off the bed as quietly as you can.

you grab your bra and panties from the end of his bed and put them on, moving onto the hunt for your dress.

you find your dress on the floor next to the end of miguel's bed. you stare at it, your maroon dress resembling a puddle of spilt wine. snapping back into focus, you quickly pick it up and smooth it out. it's slightly wrinkled, but you put it back on anyway.

the spaghetti straps suddenly feel too much for you, and you become aware of every inch of skin that is exposed. not ready to face the judgemental stares of the people of nueva york, you grab a button up from miguel's closet and put it on over your dress. you take one last look at miguel, before grabbing your purse and slipping on your shoes.

with that, you disappear from his apartment.

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you spend the rest of the weekend mulling over what you had done. of course, not without a tub of ice cream and your best friend, stacy.

you wail, "what have i done? he's my boss, for goodness' sake! how am i going to face him when i return to work?"

"stop beating yourself up over this!" stacy chides. "you weren't the only one who decided to have sex. he didn't trip over his own feet and accidentally stick his dick into you, did he?"

you let out a little laugh as you both shovel more ice cream into your mouths.

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when monday comes, you find yourself nervous as you make your way towards your desk. you remind yourself that everything will be okay.

until you realise that everything is in fact not okay.

you find all your belongings packed into a small box. your sonny angel trinkets (or naked babies, as miguel called them), your coffee mug, your collection of highlighters. you look around, confused. what the hell is going on?

you find a piece of paper under the box, which reads, "from today onwards, your assistance will no longer be required at spider-hq. thank you for all your contributions. miguel o'hara"

a wave of emotions washes over you. you're angry, sad, in disbelief, and heartbroken at the same time. you can't believe you lost your job over a mutual decision. you had worked hard to get to where you were, and you love your job. you don't know if you want to laugh, cry, or throw something.

you settle on leaving quietly and peacefully. picking up your box, you take in your surroundings, knowing that this is probably the last time you'll ever step foot in this building again.

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in the next few weeks that follow, you throw yourself into work, friends, parties, anything really, as long as it keeps your mind off the pain that miguel caused. you got a job at the bakery near your house, and you enjoyed spending your days baking and smelling of cinnamon and sugar.

you're too busy to realise that you've missed your period.

you start craving things like pickles and peanut butter. which might seem normal, but it's not. because you usually hate pickles and peanut butter, and avoid them at all costs. what's worse is that you want to eat them together. but you brush the weird cravings off, choosing not to overthink.

you only realise something's wrong when the smell fo everything makes you want to throw up. even your favourite food.

you call stacy in tears, and beg her to come over and pick up some pregnancy tests on the way.

—

she arrives not long after, and takes out three pregnancy tests, all from different brands. you take them and disappear into the bathroom without a word.

it's not long before the timer you set for three minutes is up. you press the stop button on your phone, and turn to your best friend.

"stace, i can't look at it. i just can't. can you help?"

she nods, walking down the hallway and into the bathroom.

"oh honey," she lets out a breath. she walks towards you as you ask, "are you sure? maybe it was a fluke, maybe—"

"all three were positive." she replies, and wraps you in her arms as you begin to cry.

you don't know what to do. there's nothing online for what to do when you're pregnant with your boss's baby, the boss who fired you one day after sleeping with you.

you tell stacy you're keeping the baby, and she promises that she'll do everything she can to support you.

you spend the rest of the night eating pickles and peanut butter while watching movies.

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the following months go like this:

baby shopping — clothes

maternity clothes shopping

pay raise at the bakery

baby shopping — crib

baby shopping — more clothes

baby shower

promotion at the bakery

the next thing you know, you're 6 months pregnant, and your spare room has been transformed into the most beautiful nursery ever. the nursery is a coastal-beach theme, the murals on the walls and ceiling courtesy of your college friend, maisie. your college friends come over to help you build the crib, and stacy gets her boyfriend to build a chest of drawers to fit all the baby clothes she bought for the baby growing in you.

it's always busy at your apartment, with friends always over to provide support and companionship.

as your belly grows bigger, your heart grows fuller.

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"have you found out the gender yet?" maisie asks, sipping her mimosa as she sits opposite you. you drink orange juice from a champagne flute, and reply, "yeah, i found out today. i'm having a girl!"

"so it really is a girls' night!" stacy jokes, nudging you with her elbow as you grin back at her.

you can't help but get lost in thought, thinking of what could've been. you just know that miguel would've been such a good girl dad.

you, maisie and stacy spend the rest of the night laughing and watching disney movies. they stay for the night, saying it's to "prepare you for the future slumber parties", but deep down you know they really just want to stay over. you laugh, grateful for the friends you have.

you wouldn't have it any other way.

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"bye maisie, bye stace. get home safe!" you call out after your friends as they leave your home. they chime a "yes ma'am", and you lock the door once they disappear round the corner.

you go to your fridge, trying to find something to eat for breakfast. you settle on some fresh strawberries and a mug of tea. your water just finished boiling as the doorbell rings.

without a second thought, you open the door and say, "it's been five minutes, did you really—"

you fall silent when you realise it's not maisie or stacy at the door. instead, it's miguel o'hara. you acknowledge how shocked he must be, seeing you stand in your doorway in your pyjamas, hair in a bun, hand comfortably resting on your noticeably large belly.

you see a flicker of surprise, hurt and anger in his eyes. he remains silent, until you let out a soft "come in". he obliges, taking his shoes off once he enters. you sit down on the sofa, motioning for him to join you.

this time, he stays standing next to your dining table.

"so, whose is it?"

put off by his confrontational tone, you lose whatever semblance of patience you had. you bite back, "whaddya think, sherlock?"

"that's impossible," he lets out a gruff laugh of disbelief.

"well, i distinctly remember you sleeping with me the night before you fired me, and i don't think i'd get that mixed up."

"why didn't you tell me earlier—"

"why didn't i tell you earlier?" you lose your shit, yelling at him, "you literally fired me the day after sleeping with me. what was i supposed to do, show up at your doorstep and say, hey! i know you fired me, but i'm pregnant, so now you gotta do something about it! how the hell was i supposed to tell you, and why the hell would i?"

you're out of breath by the time you finish yelling at him.

"i don't know what to say." miguel finally lets out a huff. "i don't know what to do."

"firstly, you could stop white-knuckling my dining table. it looks like it's about to break. then, you can sit down so we can talk about this." you sigh. you're tired of being angry. you rest your hand on your belly as your little angel kicks you.

miguel sits down next to you, and asks, "do you have a sonogram?" you nod, reaching over to rifle around in your totebag, producing a sonogram. miguel takes it from you gently, and looks at it. he hunches over, his face in his hands. you move closer to him, rubbing a gentle hand on his back.

"i'm so, so sorry." he whispers.

"it's okay." you reply, continuing to rub his back.

sure, it was unfair how you lost your job. but you were happy now, surrounded by family and friends. what use was there to dwell in the past? so you decided to move on. after all, there's only one direction to move in when you've hit rock bottom: up and onwards.

miguel gathers himself, rubbing his face with his hands before turning to you.

"i'd like to be there for you. i'm so sorry for what i did, there's no excuse for what i did."

"before i say anything, i'd like to know why you came over today. why today? " you reply.

"i was going through a tough time. i needed to sort myself out before coming to see you. before coming to ask if you'd would take me back. or rather, go out with me."

you were left in disbelief. you would never think that after six months, miguel o'hara would visit your apartment to ask you to go out with him.

you could tell that he was getting more nervous with every second of silence that passed. you decide that even though miguel screwed you over, you would give him a shot, and give your baby a chance at having happy, loving parents.

you finally break the silence.

"yes. to both."

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two years later...

miguel o'hara is the best girl dad ever. your daughter is absolutely obsessed with him. you suspect she likes him even more than she likes you.

actually, you know she does. her first word was "dada", before she proceeded to burst into tears because miguel handed her to you.

now, you sit on the sofa, watching as your almost-two-year-old daughter shows miguel her new dolls. miguel proposed almost two weeks ago, but you still aren't certain if it was all a dream.

that night, as miguel settles into bed next to you after putting your daughter to bed, he puts an arm around you. stroking your hair gently, he whispers in your ear.

"in every universe, it's always you. only you."

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