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landograndprix · 1 month

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╰┈➤ ❝ desire • l.n c.l ❞ xi

part ten - part twelve

➪ Charles hasn't paid much attention to you after your daughter was born but a certain Brit does.

➪ charles finally realizes things between you and lando are in fact serious.

➪ mom!reader x dad!Charles x lando

➪ sorry this took so long :') charles needs professional help <3

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milliexoxo

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milliexoxo okay but my mom speaks italian

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norrizz NAH MISS ZOE LECLERC SIT DOWN IM NOT READY FOR YOU TO STAND

↳ yukisan HONESTLY WHATS NEXT WALKING?!

bott_ass HAVE Y'ALL NOT SEEN MILS LATEST VLOG SHE DOES WALK ALREADY

norrizz NAH SEDATE ME IM NOT READY FOR THIS

norry4 Y'ALL FORGOT ITS HER 1ST BIRTHDAY IN LIKE 2 WEEKS?!

landoscar look at mom and dad :(

julieeeexo refuse to believe that's zoë, why is she growing so fast?!

carlandooo carlos and zoë?! 🥺

↳ sharl16 charles punching air rn 😂

charliecharlie aw I'm becoming the biggest y/nlando shipper 😩

logansargeant love the new haircut. 🔥

↳ hamilt44n asjklmsks arianna what are you doing here?!

grussell63 @.y/nusername help your kid out 😭

landonorizzzz pls @.y/nusername adopt logan as well 😭

landofourr wait is this considered a y/nlando hard launch?

↳ chilisainz girl they don't need a hard launch, it's so obvious with everything they do 💀

versainz155 carlos casually hanging out with lando and his little family is what I'm living for <3

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charles_leclerc replied to your story

charles_leclerc

Where's zoë?

y/nusername

with millie

charles_leclerc

What hotel are you staying in?

y/nusername

we rented a place, zoë is not stuck in a hotel room if that's what you're hinting at, she's able to crawl and walk around all she want.

charles_leclerc

You go on a lot of dates with lando and leave zoë with someone else

y/nusername

you're joking, right?

you're becoming a real asshole, Charles

get a grip

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y/nusername

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y/nusername quando in Italia 🧀 🍝 (when in italy)

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norry4 not the bucket hat, my girl has been hanging around with lando to much 😩

milliexoxo I told y'all my mom speaks Italian

↳ charlesgirlies your 'mom' speaks Italian because her baby daddy is half italian

oscarpastry charles is not half Italian 💀

charlesgirlies girl, he is in spirit lmao

bobnorriz lando and zoë content y'all 🥰

norstappen not really sure if I like the fact zoë is walking but okay..rude :(

el645 when are you going to admit you cheated on charles?

↳ hamilt44n oh god the stalker made its way to insta 💀

yukisan when is charles going to admit he cheated on y/n?

el645 aren't yall curious why they broke up?

charlescharles dude we don't need to know why they broke up? 🤡

landonorris been cooking with my best friend 💜

↳ hamiltonh SHUT UP 😭😭 😭

milliexoxo close to turning a year and still a better cook than you

bott_ass girl you're never going to get along with your stepdad if you keep bullying him like this

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y/nusername

📍 Nice, France

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y/nusername a year ago the tiniest little girl changed my life for the better, happy 1st birthday to our silly little bear ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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bott_ass happy birthday zoë!

maxfewtrell happy 1st birthday to my best friend ❤️

riabish happy birthday pretty girl! 💜💜

logansargeant happy 1st birthday zoë!

↳ hamilt44n I love this, I hope y/n adopted Logan 🥺

milliexoxo my silly little girlfriend, hope you have the happiest of birthdays! <3

carlossainz55 happy birthday to the funniest girl ❤️

norrizz this girlie is so loved 😭 happy b-day little princess! 😍

el645 funny for someone who didn't want a kid in the first place

↳ chilisainz Noelle get your ass out of here

norry4 man's must be blind, this woman LOVES her daughter

lando happy birthday to our little bear 🐻

↳ y/nusername ❤️❤️

landonorris ❤️❤️

yukisan everyday I come on this app and cry :(

charles16 Monaco gp week? Nah, it's been Zoë her week ❤️

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y/nusername the bestest company. <3

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yukisan Logan had been officially adopted 😭

↳ grussell63 and Liam & his girlfriend?! 😭

lewisham Liam and y/n gave little brother big sister vibes back when Liam took dr3 his seat for a while, I'm not surprised!

norrizz I don't think y'all realize y/n started socialising way more after she left charles, I wonder with who she's hanging out with 👀

landoscar lando and oscar content thank you queen!!!!

norry4 mom and dad with their kids <3

chilisainz wonder where the die hard y/ncharles shippers are right now..

↳ yukisan probably still skipping around in delululand

mcnorris lads, she's still dating charles, lando and y/n are just friends...duh 🤪

yukisan if that's what it's like to have lando as just a friend, can I have him as a friend as well 😭

lawsonbaby LIAM?! CANT WAIT TO SEE THE VLOG

carlando they're insta official 🥺

maxfewtrell cute but where am I?

↳ milliexoxo this post is meant for the cute people..

landonorris and yet you're in it..

milliexoxo 😲

y/nusername contrary to popular beliefs, I'm actually nice and didn't want to turn you into another meme

maxfewtrell I appreciate that, thanks mate ❤️

nortrell MATE?! Best buds these two 😭

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shima-draws · 1 year

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SO I just finished binging all of Romantic Killer bc it came up in my recommended. And oh my god I loved it so much;;

There’s definitely mixed reviews about it WHICH IS FAIR bc the premise is about a girl named Anzu who isn’t interested in romantic relationships but she then gets pushed into typical dating sim situations with Really Cute Boys in an effort to like. Force her into a relationship. And obv this kinda comes off as arophobic. But the fact that she so stubbornly refuses to partake and tries so hard to veer away from those situations makes it so fucking funny, especially when she rejects the boys with faces like this

And it turns out it’s really just a show about found family and overcoming trauma and developing healthy friendships with people and UGH. UGHHH it’s so good.

I actually adore Riri lmao they’re SUCH a little shit and I very much enjoy insanely chaotic characters like that. And we start off thinking okay wow this person’s kind of an asshole for forcing a girl to get a boyfriend by taking away her cat, her favorite hobby and her favorite snack, but then we find out OH, they’re just a cog in a corporate machine and they don’t really have much of a choice about it. And we slowly see Riri actually gain true affection for Anzu, and see how much they come to care about her as a person rather than just as a test subject, to the point of them actually breaking the rules of their contract just to make sure she’s safe. AND NOT JUST HER. They make sure the people she’s associated with are safe too, even if it risks them getting in Big Trouble with their boss. AND the fact that they canonically go by they/them pronouns but can ALSO transform into a boy or a girl depending on their preference, and they playfully flirt with Anzu in both forms?? It’s so good. Also thinking about the effort that Anzu goes through to make sure Riri gets to stick around;; like even tho she’d never admit it. She’s come to care for them too in some very strange way lol

And Junta;; the fact that Anzu is actually so concerned about him possibly being brainwashed into the position of childhood friend? Like she doesn’t immediately push him away or shut him down, she actually cares about him as a person and wants him to find happiness and wants to get him out of the situation she thinks he’s in. But then she finds out oh wait he actually IS a childhood friend. And he’s such a good boy. I love love LOVE how they handle the love triangle aspect in this, because obviously yes there’s a bit of jealousy, but not enough for things to get petty between him and Kazuki. They actually treat each other with respect and regard each other as friends and are kinda rooting for the other in their own way. Kind of “may the best man win” sort of thing. There’s no toxicity, there’s no classic “fighting over the female love interest” trope, they actually genuinely like each other after a bit of awkwardness enough to feel comfortable with living together and living with Anzu. They’re SO fucking sweet god dammit //shakes fists

(Honestly tho I really wish we got more episodes focused on Junta. Bc he really seemed like more of a background character and made the whole “love triangle” aspect not feel as prominent. Which is fine I guess?? But I felt so bad for him lmao)

And Kazuki 😭 My beloved. My poor sweet boy who deserves the world and everything in it. Just the build up. The subtle hints of his trauma that pop up every now and then. And when it all comes together you’re like oh!! Ohhh. THAT’S why he acts so aloof and cold all the time. THAT’S why he doesn’t like being the center of female attention. THAT’S why he gets distressed at things that, at first, seem so insignificant. THAT’S why he got attached to Anzu so quickly. And I love the way they handle his trauma, how they don’t make it seem any less important or alarming just because he’s a guy. And how Anzu’s there for him through everything 🤧 How she’s the person to pull him out of the darkness, how she stands up for him time and time again, how she just KNOWS when he’s uncomfortable and steps in to protect him. She ends up caring about him so much despite how they were set up to encounter initially. And he cares about her so much too. And I just 🥺 I care them

Also the fact how everyone came to help Kazuki when they found out what was going on. No judgement, no “you’re making this up”, no “isn’t this your fault to begin with?” They all just step in without even hesitating and support him through his trauma and immediately go “Okay we’ve got a problem so here’s our gameplan.” SEE. IT’S REALLY ABOUT THE FOUND FAMILY,

And one of my favorite things. Riri 🤝 Hijiri using their influence and power to protect both Anzu and Kazuki despite the risks to their reputation and social standing

OH AND I wanted to mention. I love that all of the classic romantic tropes i.e. something happening to your cute neighbor’s apartment so that they’re forced to live with you while it gets sorted out--those are generally really cheesy and make huge plot holes and don’t make ANY sense in the narrative. But that’s the thing about RK, they make it funny, yeah your cute boy neighbor’s apartment flooded bc we need him to come live with you. We did it with magic. Yes your childhood friend is living with you now bc we had a weirdo break into your apartment--with magic. So now he feels like he needs to stay with you and protect you. Yes you got hit by a car with a really rich boy inside and now he’s interested in you. We also did this with magic. Everything that would be regarded as a “coincidence” and is a badly written plot point just to push two characters together is actually explained through the hilarious concept of magic and I LOVE that it’s so fucking funny

Honestly this show is really up to interpretation too which I like a lot? Some people think hey yeah, maybe Anzu will end up with someone. Others say you know what the message here is that friendship is the most important thing and sometimes platonic relationships are better than romantic ones. The ending is pretty ambiguous so it could really go in any direction.

Anyway I have so much more to say but. Just watch Romantic Killer it’s really good thanks bye

(Trigger warnings include sexual harassment/assault, stalking, panic attacks/PTSD, and attempted murder, so please take care while watching <3)

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pinkydevil16 · 2 years

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can we get an epilogue at least?? 😭 please 🙏🏻❤️

You guys have all been so amazing, the support i've had for this series had been overwhelming, thank you everyone whose read it, commented, liked, shared and everyone whose messaged me aswell. Here is an epilogue ❤️

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen reader: epilogue part 31

"I HATE YOU." Y/n screamed at the top of her lungs, her breathing laboured as she leant against Aemond's chest, her face flushed and blotchy as she pushed. Aemond chuckled kissing her head as she squeezed his hand hard enough to break it.

"You are doing amazing my love, i'm so proud of you, keep pushing." Aemond snuggled into her neck providing her comfort, the midwife between her legs instructing Y/n to give another large push. Y/n screamed in pain, her eyes screwed shut as she pushed a final time, panting as the midwife ran to a wash basin with the bundle in her arms. Y/n and Aemond waiting, Y/n trying to keep her eyes open from exhaustion, Aemond rubbing her arms comforting her with a wide smile on his face. The sound of a baby crying causing Y/n to breath out a loud sigh of relief.

"A boy My Lady." The midwife brought the small babe to the couple, Aemond supporting Y/n to hold the small bundle against her. The violet eyes of the baby staring into theirs, Aemond kissed Y/n once more, his large hands engulfing hers as they held their son.

"Daemon Targaryen." Y/n spoke, Aemond groaned at the name. "You do not get to comment, you didn't push his big head out your cunt." Aemond laughed his arms tightening around the pair.

"Your father will not let me live down our child being named after him. But you are right my love, i got the enjoyable part of putting him in you." Y/n laid her weight against Aemond, her eyes closing as the baby latched onto her breast. A little laugh escaping her at his comment, Aemond requested a wash basin to be brought and Y/n to be cleaned, the maesters entering soon after to check her over. It had been a quick labour according to them although Y/n felt as though it had been longer than her pregnancy, the three sleeping in the same position as they rested, Aemond waking up to latch the babe to his wife and check on her. He did not think he would ever love anything as much as he loved her but looking at his son he could not help his heart swelling with pride and love.

Aemond ran around after his wife for weeks after the birth of their son, refusing to let her raise a finger to do anything, servants working constant hours to provide her with anything the could imagine. A raven had been sent to Rhaenyra to let her know of the birth, her mothers response asking them to bring the babe to Kingslanding once she was healthy and ready to travel. They arrived a moon after Daemon's birth, the pair being greeted, maesters checking Y/n over after the flight. Rhaenyra hugged her daughter tight, her younger brothers Joffrey, Viserys and Aegon hugging her legs excited to see their Nephew. Daemon pat Aemond hard on the back, the two glancing at each other before Daemon hugged his daughter.

"Mother, Father, this is Baby Daemon, our son." Daemon smirked at the name, clasping his hand on his daughter shoulder and kissing her cheek. "A fine name for a prince." Rhaenyra took the babe, he was a beautiful grandson, her first grandchild. "We shall hold a tourney to celebrate my Grandson." She spoke, holding the babe safely whilst linking her arms with her daughters. The took walking ahead with her younger brothers asking many questions wanting their sisters attention. They did not see her often the past two years since their mother had taken the throne but they adored her. Daemon and Aemond walked behind, both with their hands behind their backs, slight comments leaving their mouths. Keeping their voices low so their wives would not hear, they did not need to be told off as they always were. Daemon would never admit to anyone but he had grown midly fond of Aemond, he could tolerate him for his daughter, Aemond felt the same way to Daemon. The two would spar intellectually, a challenge of wit instead of swords.

Y/n and Aemond returned to Dragonstone when Daemon was 3 moons old, Y/n had enjoyed her time with her mother, helping her with diplomatic decisions. She missed her family often but Dragonstone was her home with Aemond, Vhagar enjoyed lounging on the beaches enjoying her elderly years in peace. Aemond stood behind Y/n, his arms around her waist, the two leaning into each other as Y/n rocked their son to sleep. Aemond kissed her neck, breathing her in and enjoying the peace.

"I want a daughter." Y/n spoke quietly, Aemond chuckled against her neck, pulling her against him.

"If my queen asks for a daughter then who am i to deny her." Y/n smile as Aemond turned her around, taking Daemon from her placing him in his cot. Turning back to her Y/n squealed loudly as Aemond threw her over his shoulder, commanding a servant to watch his son. The pair disappearing into their chambers, Y/n's giggles echoing before the doors closed.

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camywamycam · 10 months

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what was left behind in the rubble P.3

702 words

soon to be harry x reader

TW//WRITTEN AT 4 AM BY A SLEEP DEPRIVED TEEN!!!

A/N

I know this is a short chapter and im sorry 😭 I finished writing this at 4 am because I can only write at night since I'm with my mom and siblings all day and I refuse to write in front of them 😭 maybe it wasnt a good idea to start a full ass fanfic story with a plot 2 weeks before I leave for summer camp but yolo, ive decided im gonna have this fic go from the summer - hoggwarts and y/n will start acting a lot more like Sirius iykwim

y/ns pov

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If you had been in the right mindset, you would have impatiently pushed Remus away the second he stepped foot into your room. However, at that moment, all you needed was a hug. You clung onto the soft fabric of his cable knit sweater, which carried the strong scent of chocolate, cigars, and parchment. Remus held you firmly in his arms, patiently waiting for you to feel comfortable enough to open up about your thoughts.

"I hate him," you said in a broken voice.

"You don't mean that," Remus replied, his uncertainty evident in his words. "He loves you, he just... doesn't know the right way to express himself, that's all."

"Well, he obviously doesn't have that problem with Potter," you spat, your voice tinged with envy. "When I traveled all the way to Europe to see my biological father, I was kind of hoping he wouldn't be a total dick."

Remus sat and listened attentively as you rambled, finally realizing how left out you had truly been. The other children never spoke to you, and neither did the adults, except for the usual greetings. The more he spoke to you, the more he learned about your experiences. He discovered that while you were neglected at Grimlands place, you had met a group of muggles who had welcomed you into their friend group so at least you hadn't been totally alone. In the mere 45 minutes of conversation, Remus had already learned more about you than your very own father.

You and Remus continued to chat throughout the night in the room which you had made your own. For the first time in a while when you woke up that morning you didn't feel absolutely terrible. you turned to your side and checked your phone notifications before getting ready for the day.

you tried to sprint down the stairs as quietly as possible knowing the other adults in the house wouldn't be so happy about you sneaking off to hang around strange people whom they knew nothing about. It was almost comical how much they tried to control you when you and they both knew they didn't care about you in the slightest. As you raced down the stairs you bumped into a pale boy with messy black hair and glasses that were a tad bit too large for his face. "black." he spat "potter." "and where do you think you are going?" he said sassily

harrys pov

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it was strange seeing y/n actually dressed. since none of the kids went outside we mostly stayed in our lounging clothes. I took note of y/ns red top, flared jeans, a jean jacket that was covered in patches, and Converse. She actually looked quite nice... but I would never admit that.

"out." that's all she said as she tried pushing past me. I grabbed a hold of her wrist "What's your problem? You've been acting rude ever since you got here. You could at least try to talk to your dad." she scoffed in my face "Oh I've tried. he's the one who doesn't want me here." "Maybe he would actually like you if you weren't such a bitch." I was shocked at the words falling from my mouth. did I say that out loud? my thoughts were confused as y/n turned around and punched me square in the nose. Adults rushed in as they heard me fall into a vase smashing it while holding my bloody nose. Mrs. Weasly scolded y/n “what on earth have you done!” she screamed at y/n but she just looked around with a red face and big eyes as she rushed towards the door slamming it shut, not that anyone cared.

"don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry," you thought to yourself as you ran to your friends' house. luckily she asked no questions and just welcomed you in with open arms. you eventually told her what had happened at Grimmlands place and she was pissed. both her parents said you could stay with them as long as you needed. they even let you move into the guest room so you wouldn't have to continue sleeping on your friend's floor. you know that you can't stay here long since school is starting soon, but you might as well enjoy it while you can.

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aristrocrat · 2 years

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can u do an imagine with steve based on the song head over heels by tears for fears?? it would be so cute 😭

summary: Steve is head over heels for a girl that simply cannot seem to let go of her past. Until she finally meets it face to face.

word count: 2720

pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader (mostly from his POV)

tw: NONE JUST SO SWEET AND SO MUCH FLUFF!! I LOVE THIS ONE

a/n: Go check out this song! It’s about a man who falls in love with a woman who holds all of the cards/doesn’t seem to be that interested in him. He seems to be throwing away all good things in his life at the thought of her. This is my twist on those lyrics.

“Hi! I’m Y/N, the new employee here. Kieth told me to ask for..” You looked down at the paper he’s given you a few days prior. “Steve Harrington? He’s supposed to train me.”

“That’d be me!” Steve said, without turning around from the computer. “Give me a sec to type this last thing in here.. Okay, hi! Welcome to-“

Holy shit.

He felt like someone kicked the air out of his lungs with just one look at you. You were easily the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, which surprised him since you were anything but his type. You wore a graphic tee under a loose flannel shirt with ripped, black jeans. But the grundy exterior almost didn’t match that sweet smile and doe eyes gaze that looked back at him. Boy, was he in trouble.

“Family Video?” You offered.

“Mhm,” He nodded, all too aware of just how dry his mouth suddenly felt. “Let me, uh- Could you just wait here for a moment?”

“For sure,” You spoke with ease, making it incredibly evident that he didn’t have nearly the same effect on you. You twirled around gracefully and began looking through the store as he all but tripped over his own feet on the way to the back room.

“Robin!” He whispered as she brought a spoonful of food to her mouth. She furrowed her brows and put the spoon down.

“Are you sick?” She asked, standing up to check his forehead temperature.

“What? No!” He swatted her hand away. “The new girl that Keith told us about? She’s here!”

“Okay, so?”

“So, I need you to come out there with me so that I don’t make a complete fool out of myself!”

“Oh, Steve,” She placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder as if she were about to lend him words of encouragement. “She’s bound to find out you’re an idiot some day.”

“Shut up,” He rolled his eyes. “Come on!”

“But I haven’t finished my food!” She pouted as he dragged her out of the break room. “Besides, since when do you need help- oh… Wow.”

“Y/N, this is our coworker Robin. Robin, Y/N,” Steve said as they approached you. You turned around and smiled.

“Hi! It’s nice to meet you, Robin,” You stuck out your hand.

“The pleasure is all mine,” She shook your hand. “Steve asked me to take charge of training you today-“

“I’m sorry- what?” He blinked.

“Yeah, he’s not feeling too well,” Robin nodded sadly. “He might even have the flu, so I’d keep my distance.”

“I- Hold on. I do not have the flu!”

“-You see that room back there? Go ahead and make yourself at home. I’ll catch up with you in a second and start all of the training videos for you!”

“Okay, thank you,” You chuckled, picking up on their odd energy, and headed that way.

“What the hell, Robin?!” He hissed as soon as you disappeared behind the door.

“I’m just trying to rule out the possibility that she might be gay,” She shrugged. “I’m looking out for you!”

“Oh, is that what you’re doing?“ He scoffed. “Bullshit! You’re trying to see if you have a shot!”

“That too!” She giggled before heading to the training room.

———

It’d been a few weeks since you started working at Family Video. After the initial shock of seeing you for the first time wore off, Steve reverted back to his usual self; sarcastic and playful. Especially around you.

He liked that you could match his wit. He liked that you let him borrow your favorite cassettes and loved the music you introduced him to. He liked your style and that old car you drove to work. But he refused to admit to himself that he might actually like you.

Though normally he would be throwing himself at your feet, he finally scored himself a girlfriend a few weeks before he met you. She was nice, smart, and funny. She was everything he wanted in a girlfriend- that is, until he met you.

“What do you mean you haven’t watched Footloose?!” You gasped, watching as Steve chuckled and shook his head, keeping his gaze on the computer before him. You sat on the counter beside the computer, keeping yourself entertained with conversation on the slow work day.

“It’s girly.”

“So is your hair. What’s your point?”

“Hey!” He got up from his chair. He grabbed the edge of the counter, placing his hands on either side of you and looking into your eyes. “What did I tell you about the hair?”

“It’s off limits when it comes to making jokes,” You rolled your eyes. “Well, then the same applies to Footloose. That’s my new favorite movie. Don’t knock it til you try it!”

“You really think it’s that good?” He tilted his head. You nodded. Oh, god. It was taking every single fiber in his body to fight against the urge to just lean over and kiss that sweet smile off of your face. “If you insist. I’ll pop it on tonight and report back to you tomorrow.”

“You’re going to love it!” You scrunched your nose and grabbed his face, squishing it together so that his lips would pop out. “Even if it is a bit girly.”

He swallowed audibly as his heart sped up to the speed of light. You’ve grabbed his face like that before, but never when your own was only inches away. He made sure to keep his gaze on your eyes, studying then as they studied his squished cheeks with an amused smile. Then they looked down at his lips for a moment, and he saw the fleeting thought behind that warm gaze. Your eyes lingered a little too long, making him smile.

He regretted it the moment he did because he saw you snap out of the trance, blushing as you looked down at your wrist watch.

“Shit, I have to go,” You mumbled, slipping out from under one of his arms. Though he was a bit disheartened by your sudden need to leave, he couldn’t help but admire just how cute you looked with those flushed cheeks.

“Why? You got a hot date, or something?” He joked, leaning back on the counter with crossed arms, watching as you gathered your belongings into your backpack. Your eyes flickered up for a split moment before locking your gaze back on your bag. “Wait, you do, don’t you?”

“I don’t even know if I could call it a date,” You shook your head as you slung the strap of your bag over a shoulder. Even the way you carried your backpack was cute. “My ex wanted to meet up to give me my things back tonight. I was kind of hoping to get dolled up so that..”

So that maybe you could win him back.

You’d told Steve all about this boy; the one who broke your heart into a million pieces when he left you to go to college (and for another woman). In your eyes, he was perfect. He was incredibly tall with baby blue eyes, blond hair and with the smarts to get into an Ivy League school. He was studying to be a criminal defense lawyer. In other words, this boy that you were obviously still in love with was everything Steve wasn’t.

“Never mind. I don’t know why I’m telling you this,” You spoke quickly. “It’s stupid.”

“That you’re thinking about taking that douche bag back? Yeah, maybe a little,” He agreed, earning a scowl. “What? Look, I’m just saying you deserve better.”

You stayed silent for a moment, looking at the floor as you pondered his words.

“You think I shouldn’t go?” You finally asked.

“No. I think you’re better off,” He shrugged. “Tell you what. Robin’s coming in to take my shift later. If you decide against going on that date, you can come over and watch Footloose with me,” He played it cool, as if it weren’t everything his heart was longing for.

“Okay, I’ll think about it,” You smiled softly. “I really do need to go get ready though. Just in case, you know?”

“Yeah, no, I get it,” Steve nodded, watching you grab your keys and wave on your way out.

You definitely weren’t coming to his place that night.

———

Steve took the unboxed the movie and inserted it into his VHS player. He’d had a chaotic afternoon after you left. He realized during the last stretch of his solitary shift that he could no longer keep dragging his girlfriend along when he was so into you. Even if nothing would come of it, which he was almost positive nothing would, he owed his now ex the respect of letting her go.

It didn’t go too well. Turns out she has a killer right hook, one that left it’s mark on his left cheek.

It was almost midnight now. He held out hope until that clock’s arms both pointed to the top number. He’d even showered and gotten ready after he got home, hoping and praying you’d choose him over that blond douchebag. But you would’ve been here by now.

He sighed with disappointment, pressing play on the movie regardless of the fact he’d be watching it without you. Thunder rolled in the distance, and within a few minutes, the town of Hawkins was in a downpour; it seemed like the sky was just as sad as he was.

He got half an hour into the movie when he heard the doorbell ring. His heart sped up at the thought of who it could be, who he wanted it to be. He threw off the blanket and walked to the door, opening it to reveal you.

You didn’t even look like your normal self; you wore a red dress that hugged your body with a black leather jacket and boots to match. Somehow the makeup on your face barely smudged, staying in a perfect smoky eye that made your bloodshot eyes stand out regardless of the fact that you were completely drenched.

“Oh my god! Did you walk here?” He asked, letting you in. You were shivering. “What happened?”

“I told him I didn’t want him back, and that I deserved better so he made me get out of the car. He didn’t even let me grab my things, he just tossed me on the side of the road,” You sniffled. “I’m sorry for showing up so late. I walked for about an hour before I realized that your house was probably closer than mine was so-“

“No, no, don’t apologize! It’s okay,” He shook his head. How could a heart be so broken at the sight of you crying yet so elated that you turned that guy down? “Hey, let’s get you changed into some dry clothes, alright?”

“Okay,” You nodded, following him up to his room. You watched as he fished out a pair of sweatpants and an oversized shirt before tossing them on the bed with a towel. He turned to leave the room to give you some privacy. “Wait, do you have any makeup remover?”

He chuckled at the question.

“I can go check in my mom’s bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

By the time he returned to his room, you were sitting on his bed with his clothes on. Still be his heart; that must’ve been the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.

“All I could find were these wipes,” He held them out to you. “I hope they’re okay.”

“These are perfect,” You smiled, grabbing one from the package and beginning to rub at your eyes.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked, taking a seat next to you.

“Not much to say,” You shrugged. “We went out to dinner and then the movie. Halfway through the movie, I realized that he was looking at some girl’s ass so I asked him to take me home. Then he told me we should get back together and I told him what you told me. We were in the middle of nowhere when he just stopped the car and told me to walk.”

“Jesus, what a dick,” Steve muttered, making you laugh.

“Right?” You smiled, finally looking up at him. “Did I get it all off of my face?”

“Not even close,” He chuckled at your raccoon eyes. “Here, let me help.”

He grabbed another towelette and got to work as you continued to talk. He placed his left hand on your cheek as his right moved gently across your under eyes.

“I wasn’t crying over him, by the way,” You clarified, looking up to grant him better access. “I was crying because I was lost and I hate thunderstorms. Then I saw your house and cried more because I was relieved.”

He let go of your face to fish out another wipe so you finally got a good look at his face.

“Oh my god,” You whispered as you took in his bruising cheek. “What happened?”

“Long story,” He laughed.

“I got time,” You shrugged.

“Okay, look up for me. I almost got it all,” Steve put two fingers under your chin to lift your face. You did as told. “I broke up with Jen. She didn’t take it very well.”

“That’s gotta be the shortest story I’ve ever heard,” You teased, making him laugh. You looked back at him when he put the wipe down, noticing that his hand lingered on your cheek. You looked into his warm, brown eyes and noticed they were dancing all over your face, as if he were trying to memorize it. “Why’d you break up with her?”

His eyes shot back into yours as a blush crept onto his face.

“I didn’t think it was fair to her that I like someone else more than I ever liked her,” He spoke softly, careful not to scare you the way he did earlier.

“Who do you like, Steve?” You whispered, placing your hand on his knee. He smiled as his thumb began stroking your cheek.

“Who do you think, Y/N?” He finally allowed himself to look at your lips, drinking in the sight of them.

“I’m not gonna let you kiss me until you say it,” You smiled.

“I like you, Y/N,” He glanced up at your eyes before looking back at your lips.

“I like you too, Steve.”

You both smiled softly before leaning in and gently pressing your lips together. Your lips were cold from the rain but so soft. His lips pressed into yours with a light desire, breathing you in as your fingers slowly made their way up to his shoulder.

His heart stopped on the spot when your hand snaked around his neck, into his hair before you pulled him in to deepen the kiss. You wanted him just as badly as he wanted you.

“Did you end up watching Footloose?” You asked curiously as you pulled away, he laughed.

“You really want me to watch that movie, huh?” He smiled, touching your lips with his thumb. “I started it right before you showed up. It’s still playing if you wanna go watch it together.”

“Really?” You grinned with excitement. As badly as he wanted to keep kissing you, he couldn’t turn you down when you looked at him like that.

“I’ll make us some popcorn,” He groaned, throwing himself on the bed. You smiled, leaning down to press a few kisses on his jaw as a thank you. “Okay, if you wanna watch the movie then you definitely can’t do that.”

“Sorry,” You giggled, pulling away to give him a peck on the lips. “I’ll save it for later.”

“Can it be later already?” He whined as he watched you stand up.

“Come on! I want some popcorn,” You said, disappearing into the hallway. He laid there for a few more second with a goofy grin on his face before heading down to make you a bowl of popcorn.

You continued to pepper kisses on his neck and chest until he finally caved in and made out with you for the remainder of the film. Needless to say, he couldn’t tell you what the hell that movie was about but it was his new favorite too.

He was head over heels for you.

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you already did, part 2 (vincent mancini x reader) [request]

part 1

summary: Vincent is not a man not to admit his faults. He could be violent, stubborn, a little impulsive, too, but never prideful. At least not with the woman he loved.

warnings: angst, swearing, verbal abuse (sorta), fluff (sorta), just rly toxic stuff what can i tell ya

words: 3.3k

notes: this wasnt supposed to happen but yall cant stand just an angst oneshot 😭 cowards. (self-criticism.) and of course this is loosely based on rebel heart by first aid kit because i was listening to it while writing this. enjoy <3

Silence.

Ever since (y/n) left, Vincent’s life seemed to have gone completely, utterly silent. Soundless were his heavy steps against the wooden floor, so contrary to the natural order of things; as was being away from the only person who ever understood him in this godforsaken world. But to anyone else, he was as bright and strong as ever. Reckless and ruthless as ever, ruling the Corleone empire with an iron fist, a cold heart and little humanity left. And he saw fit that even the last glimpse of his human side would’ve gone away with (y/n). It was as poetic as it was pathetic, and the dense sigh dancing in his lips was as soundless as one would expect from him those days. He felt suffocated. Muted. Silenced. Carrying the weight of the entire world on his shoulders, yet Vinnie was as free as man can be.

Shamefully.

“Dinner’s ready, sweetheart”, a quiet voice comes from the door. His aunt has a soft, inviting expression that’s always there for him, but as soon as her gaze meets his troubled one, Connie frowns slightly. “You don’t look so good.”

“I’m just tired”, he grumbles, looking back down at some documents. It’s not long before he huffs in annoyance, pushing them away and taking a deep breath. He can’t pretend, not with Auntie Connie. Vinnie closes his eyes for a second, rubbing his temples. “I’m just tired”, he repeats, his tone a little gentler now.

Connie shuts the door behind her and takes a step towards him, clasping her hands together. “Is it (y/n)?”

Vincent snorts, raising his brows in humourless amusement. “It’s that obvious, huh?”

She shrugs, taking a seat in front of him. “I won’t lie and say that I understand what it is that you see in that girl, not after the spectacle she made before leaving, but I know how much you miss her.”

Connie sounds faintly accusative to his ears, albeit her words are careful. He was well aware his family had a strong opinion on (y/n) from the beginning of their marriage, especially because she wasn’t Italian, but he never paid mind to them. It would be a cold day in hell when he’d let anyone dictate what he did with his life, no matter how unwavering his loyalty was to the Corleone household. He knew how to separate personal matters from work, always did. Perhaps that is why Vincent had been luckier than Michael as Godfather in that area; while he was ruthless, his passion could never be dialled down to serve some grand, ultimate purpose. Not with (y/n). His miserableness without her around was proof enough of that fact.

“Yeah”, Vincent smirks, but it doesn’t reach his eyes, as his memories can’t help but show the face of his angry ex-wife yelling her lungs out at the most dangerous people he knew. He lets out a low chuckle, looking at the ceiling, “she’s a little crazy, she’s always been, but that’s what drew me to her in the first place. I can’t do peace and quiet, you know me.” He pauses, only to breathe through his nose and glance back at her, with his brows furrowed. “I think I’m going crazy myself without her, anyway.”

He doesn’t usually open up like this with anyone, but his aunt had a way about her that felt like he could lay himself bare, and not hide anything. Apart from that, it was no overstatement to call it like it is: there was a darkness growing inside him with each passing day. And he was alone because he refused to accept it sooner, he knew that much. (y/n) was not one to take ungratefulness kindly, and he admired her for it to no end, even when it meant her letting him go. Vincent knew from the start he married a woman who wouldn’t budge on what she deserved. Maybe that was what hurt him the most; to see things so clearly now. There was no way she could’ve stayed by his side, not without conditioning herself to receive but crumbs of affection.

Connie shakes her head with a little grin, getting his attention. “Then what the hell are you still doing here feeling sorry for yourself?” She nods once, speaking convictively, “go after her.”

Vincent is surprised by the suggestion, and he goes back to staring at the papers in front of him for a moment. Could he, really? The thought had never crossed his mind, funnily enough. As deep as he was in his well of self-pity, any hopefulness from his part just felt childish and petty. Because on top of it all, he understood her decision, mayhaps even supported it internally. (y/n) was worth more than anything he could offer her right now.

And so he sighs again, leaning back in his chair. He snaps his knuckles, studying his ring, “I appreciate the advice, but I reckon (y/n)’s gonna shoot me on sight if she ever sees me again. We’re done, she told me so.”

His aunt grunts, glaring at him. “Is that any way for a Corleone to talk, nephew? I know you better than this!” She gets up and stands by his side, squeezing his shoulder in encouragement. “Listen to your heart. You’re a dead man walking without that silly girl”, she jokes, pushing him slightly.

This goddamn woman. She can see through him like no one can. Vinnie snorts quietly, rolling his eyes and nodding. “Fine, but I’m sending you my hospital bill.”

Vincent was never a man not to admit his faults. He could be violent, aggressive, stubborn, a little impulsive, too, but never prideful. And especially not with the woman he loved more than anything, but their last meeting wasn’t the friendliest of them all. The last time they spoke to each other, (y/n) sat across from him with her unresting look glued to the table while their lawyers sorted out the divorce agreement. As opposed to his cutting words when they fought, both parted ways each with half of their patrimony — which was mostly Vinnie’s —, despite her protests against putting her hands on his “dirty money”.

In that last hearing, his soon-to-be ex-wife kept to herself as best as she could, although she did speak up whenever he couldn’t hold his tongue and would make some resentful and sarcastic remarks. The bickering was inevitable with them, but it now left a sour taste in his lips, so agonisingly different from the lighthearted nature of their banter a few months prior. Vincent experienced a sense of betrayal somehow, and his mouth was known to be working overtime when he was unhappy. He was angry then, he just couldn’t help himself.

And he still was livid, even now; surrounded by striking sorrow and her helpless absence. Vincent was mad at her for making him feel so pathetically small, forced to remain trapped in his own insignificance, only further proving her point of his becoming of a shell of a man because of the family business. And that was all he ever did since she went away, as if the universe’s ultimate laughter at his circumstances: work, work, work. With no soft lips to come home to. With no loving eyes to watch him take off his coat and hang it purposefully on the chair, with the sole motive of trying to get a reaction from her. Vinnie often did. She’d give him one of her fiery, yet sweet stares, ordering him around like he wasn’t the vilest guy in the block. And he complied gladly, crawling into bed the next second.

For that, Vincent was a deeply angry, wrathful man; because he had lost his opportunity at redemption. (y/n) had slipped away right before his eyes, but he was as blind as they came. Like any angry man, he only saw red. Never her.

It was almost like nothing had changed, after all.

Tom points at him with his cigarette, pulling Vincent out of his thoughts. “You sure about this?”

“No. But I’m going insane”, he mutters in reflex, resting his hands on his hips as his uncle gives him a short nod, blowing the smoke.

Dinner’s finished and everyone else has left the table. It was a normal Friday night as any, and he quietly hoped it would continue like this. His week hadn’t been exactly the best one now with the FBI tracking his every move, and he was about to make it even better — or worse, terribly worse — with (y/n)’s certain rejection later on. But it was a change for once, and he couldn’t stand the silence and the dullness of his routine anymore. Besides, he could use some yelling right now. Perhaps it’d make him come back to his senses a bit.

“She’s a nuisance in the business”, Tom’s voice is quiet, level-headed, and Vincent stops his glass halfway through his mouth before his uncle resumes his speech. “She can’t handle this. She’s too soft.”

Vinnie scowls immediately. “Why the hell are you telling me all this as if I didn’t know, eh?”, he snarls, making a sour face as he gulps down his drink in one go. “I fucking married the broad, for Christ’s sake.”

Tom’s face stays neutral and he reclines in his chair. “I’m just asking, Vincent. You gotta be sure about this, ‘cause you already know where she stands.” There is pause, until he adds, “what sacrifices are you willing to make to get her back?”

He meant leaving the business, of course, and Vincent’s knuckles turn white as he squeezes the edge of the table unconsciously. He shakes his head and lets out a fake laugh, his core boiling up with contempt. Vinnie wants to punch Tom, but ends up containing himself. He was getting very good at that. “I don’t even know if she’ll take me back, Uncle Tommy. Let’s be more realistic here, Jesus.”

“Cut the bullshit”, his tone becomes more serious, and Vincent tenses up. It was not everyday he saw this side of Tom. “You ain’t a boy no more, Vinnie. A Don has responsibilities. That girl makes you soft and you know it.”

There it is: the judgement. That was what he couldn’t take anymore. The constant watching his back, always waiting for the next “innocent” suggestion on how to do his job. That the world was out to get him, he knows. But now his own family, the one he swore to protect, the people he’d give his life for? That couldn’t be. He needed some fresh air, and some nice cuddling with his girl. And that’s what he’d do right now.

Fuck that.

“I don’t gotta listen to this”, Vincent stands up abruptly, grabbing his coat and giving one last glare at his uncle. He raises his voice, widening his eyes furiously, “and I don’t wanna hear you say her name again, got that?!”

He left without another word, marching out the house with his chin up and his usual thug walk. Vinnie got into his car and drove away into the night, enjoying the breeze on his face. (y/n) had moved into her old apartment even prior to the divorce papers were ready, and thankfully he knew where that was. He stepped on the pedal and accelerated, eager to see the face he missed so much. His heart was pounding into his chest. Suddenly, his vision appeared to be clearer and something burned in the pit of his stomach, resemblant to the effect of a drug. Just the thought of his baby close again ignited him in such a way.

Almost six months without her scent, her voice, her touch. Would she even let him in, he wondered, this late at night? All alone in her house... Or so he wanted her to be. Nevertheless, as much as it made him irate to think of her in the arms of another, Vinnie couldn’t blame her for going out with other people. On the other hand, he just couldn’t fathom the thought of having anyone other than her. Not just yet. So different from the Vincent he was just before they met. She really had left her mark on him.

He stopped the car in front of her building in a halt. His jacket did nothing to warm him up through the cold wind hitting his face as he got out of the vehicle, shutting the door with a thud that was surely louder than necessary. Vincent took a deep breath and stomped towards her front door, clearing his throat and staring at his shoes for a moment. He adjusted his suit and his hair, brushing it backwards anxiously. Goddamn it, what would he even say? “I missed you, let’s get back together, even though you hate my guts and I can’t compromise because of my family”? He should just leave. This was a bad idea.

He’s turning around when the wooden surface simply disappears from his rear view. The door opened to reveal (y/n) with her hair tied up, staring at him with concern and faint surprise. She had her pyjamas on, like a normal person would so late at night, but his look automatically fell over her bare legs. She looked as beautiful as ever, even more so than he remembered. His heart hammered inside his chest and he tried to appear unaffected at her presence, even though it was useless.

Noticing his intense stare, the girl cleared her throat, raising a questioning brow. “What on earth are you doing here, Vincent?”

Right, he had to speak. “I wanted to see you”, he breathes out, almost choked up, and it’s pathetic, but he’s past caring about that. Vinnie takes a step closer, uninvited, because it’s so much stronger than him at this point. “I miss you, (y/n).” His voice comes out strained, yet resolute.

(y/n) pauses, taking in his sudden approach. “Vincent...”

“Don’t turn me away yet. I just wanna talk, okay?”, he spits in a rush, and he looks like an eager puppy, probably, but he’s also way past caring about that. This is the woman of his life. He can bear to look a little stupid in front of her. “Please, baby, you just gotta listen to me.”

His wife closes her eyes and sighs, making way for him to enter. “I’m not your baby anymore, you know?”

Vincent grins in relief, walking past her to sit on the couch. His palms are sweating and he rubs them against his pants back and forth, rocking his body nervously. He’s got no idea what he’s supposed to answer, he’s never been the romantic type, but the words pour from his mouth anyways, “you’ll always be my baby.”

She looks unfazed by his directness, but her orbs still avoid him. “What do you wanna say that you haven’t already, Vincenzo?” (y/n) crosses her arms and takes a seat across from him, keeping her distance, and he can’t help but feel his chest tighten at this.

“I miss you”, he repeats, blinking a few times. He’s so bad at this, but he’s got to do it. For her. “You’re my life. I can’t be without you, you know that.” She remains silent as he rambles, and he frowns despite himself, the feeling of being suffocated by the nothingness coming all over again. “Talk to me, (y/n)”, Vinnie’s being too demanding for the occasion, but he’s just so fucking tired of this.

“I have nothing to say”, comes the noiseless murmur.

Vincent can spot the water fighting to escape her sombre look, but all he can think of is how fed up he is with these games. “Don’t you lie to me”, he growls, balling up his fists. “Don’t you fucking lie to me, sweetheart.”

“Get out of my house”, she stands up in the blink of an eye, glaring at his direction.

He huffs and gets up only to glower right back at her, ignoring her request. “I won’t leave until we talk this through, okay?” He grabs her arm in a tight hold, mindful not to hurt her. This wasn’t how he was wishing things would go, although he should’ve known. She had left him for a reason. He tries to calm himself with a deep breath and lets go of her forearm, looking into her eyes intently, “tell me the truth, don’t you love me anymore?”

Tears stream down her cheeks, but she doesn’t break their gaze. “You know I do”, she whispers desperately, gripping at his jacket with all her force.

This very moment has happened before, a few times. The same tension and eagerness to make things just work, swimming against the current. This was so like them; to be running towards each other when they should be running away. He touches her fingertips ghostly, caressing them in silent request. (y/n) gulps and squeezes his hand softly, resting it over her pounding chest. His whole body shivers with their closeness, and he has to try his best not to pull her into a kiss right there. He’s never been one to respect boundaries, and that was yet another proof of just how strong his love for that woman was.

“Come back home”, Vincent coos, bringing their foreheads together. His orbs are as watery as hers now, and he bites his trembling lip, waiting for her assured decline.

“That house is not my home, Vincent”, (y/n) whimpers, still holding his palm securely. “You know I won’t ever go back to that place.”

“Damn you”, Vinnie sighs, shutting his eyes tightly. He much preferred her yelling than this again, anyday. “You know I can’t leave, honey.”

“But you want to”, she gives him a piercing stare, and their noses are touching.

He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, their bodies flush against one another, and her hot breath made it all okay somehow. He was almost imploding with emotion. (y/n) knew him too well; just one look at him and she had the perfect words, the perfect timing, as much as he didn’t want to admit it out loud. The moblife was killing him from the inside out, and being away from her was only the last straw. When she hugged him back slowly, there was nothing but them at that moment. Everything else faded. This was real.

“They’ll never let me go”, Vinnie considers gently, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Hell, they might even kill me for this.”

“We can run away”, (y/n) smiles, cupping his cheeks and leaving a quick kiss on his lips. He presses himself against her, devouring her mouth with no further ado. It’s been so long. All the anxiety and anger dissipated under her tender touch, and he deepened the kiss hungrily. When they pulled away, she chuckled, “someone missed me, huh?”

“Don’t joke with that, sweetheart”, he pleads, and his words come out smaller than he intended. Vincent pecks her mouth again, biting her lip weakly with a smirk. “I’m still mad you left.”

(y/n) snickers, swaying their bodies unhurriedly. “I had to.”

He lets out a quiet grunt, nuzzling her jaw, “I know.” His fingers reach her hips and he pulls her closer. “I love you.”

“I love you too”, she purrs, holding him delicately.

And then came the silence. Yet this time, it felt like he could breathe at last. In her arms, it all meant something again. Never mind his other half, (y/n) was simply his entire being. More than whole, Vincent was himself in her presence once more. They could take on the world together, and that’s what he was willing to do for them both. He had the answer for Tom’s question now. For (y/n), he’d give his life.

Shamelessly.

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