summary: After Sam had left to go to College, Dean dealt with his grief the only way he knew how to - sex. What he didn’t expect was for a One-Night Stand to have certain … consequences. Your mother had died about a year after you were born; car accident. John Winchester, who had made it his mission to keep the knowledge about your existence to himself and as far as possible away from his eldest son, your biological father Dean, decided that he couldn’t just let you get adopted by some random people. The chances of them not being good news and thinking of using you as leverage against Dean were too high. So, he put you in the care of the only people that seemed right for this: The Harvelles. Former hunters, reliable, never could say no to strays. And, most importantly, Sam and especially Dean would never, ever meet them. At least that’s what he thought. Because when the Winchester brothers start to frequently visit the Roadhouse after their father’s death, they discover more secrets about John Winchester than they could ever bear to know.
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prequels (no specific order)
… coming soon
original story (read first!)
father of mine pt. I pt. II pt. III — All Dean Winchester ever wanted was to protect the people he loved. Sometimes, in order to do that, he had to make hard decisions, Lisa and Ben were the Prime example. Years after making another one of those hard decisions, he has to come back to the place where he had left a piece of his heart - only to be constantly reminded of what he had to sacrifice in order to keep his family safe.
sequels (no specific order)
tough love - Dean snaps and takes his anger out on you, saying some hurtful words
those christmas lights (light up the street) - It’s Jack’s first Christmas, you want to get Dean a special present, and Cas makes terrible eggnog
❥ plot - the aftermath of you announcing your new relationship
❥ warnings - none
❥ a/n: as always, the pictures are taken off pinterest and therefore do not have any consisency regarding the reader’s looks (as it is a self-insert and the photographs merely are for visualization)
part i | part ii - the number four
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landonorris golden days with my golden girl
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bella.ltn screaming crying throwing up they’re so cute
paddockgirl not lando being a simp on main
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carlossainz finally official🙏
↳ f1updates @/carlossainz oh hi carlos
kellypiquet tu ferais mieux de la garder @/landonorris
sebastianvettel real happy for you mate
↳ 33maxverstappen @/sebastianvettel we miss you on the grid
realobama her confused face in the second picture she’s just like me fr
hotchswife at first i didn’t know what to think of this but now i just think it’s amazing
suziesalmon new WAG alert
mollym the internet is going to eat this up
coconutananas NOOOO LANDOO
ynforreal guys we lost yn in the world of single ladies😔✊
↳ lanadelslay @/ynforreal i don’t know how to stay strong in this time of grief
lilymhe LANDO I LOVE YOU FOR THIS
↳ alexalbon @/lilymhe ???
alexalbon you just had to start dating my girlfriend’s favorite singer mate didn’t you?
lilyzneimer wishing you guys all the best
alexandrasaintmleux ♥️♥️
↳ lanadelslay @/alexandrasaintmleux ALEX HIII
ao3chick love how all the driver’s girlfriends are commenting like moms signing cards in the name of their kids
danielricciardo congrats!!!
↳ landonorris @/danielricciardo i saw your comment on her post
↳ danielricciardo @/landonorris what comment on whose post? i don’t even speak english🦡
lastlaplando not them being cute
julie.ss highway looking real cozy right now🤭
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yourusername excited to tell you that my new song ‘444’ is available to listen to now on all music streaming platforms! oh, and also that my new album will be released november 22nd😘save the date
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itsbrutalouthere not her telling us about a new album TWO WEEKS before it comes out
sabrinacarpenter song is so amazing babe
papayagirl someone please call taylor swift and get that girl some marketing help😭
lukehemmings 🔥🔥
oliviarodrigo LOVE IT
iknewyouweretrouble I just listened to the song and i am deceased
ynisbabe 444? EXCUSE ME THE MATH
hannahmountana this song is so hot i can’t -
jessicag you did so well with this!!
amslerin please come to la on the next tour i wanna see you live so bad😩😩
jana_gp GIRL WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE ANGELS TOLD YOU HES NOT RIGHT FOR YOU
↳ xemily @/jana_gp WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE NUMBER 444 WAS A SIGN TO LEAVE HIM
ynlnn the background music? the vocals?? i can’t anymore
tswizzle 444 the math is so beautiful on this one
kellykiwi the mv awakened something in me
urnamehere i love this song so much
hamiltonh 444? a fourth album? lando the number four?? BESTIE
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ferrarisupreme “444 you saved my life i really got these angels by my side” lando norris the man👏 that👏you👏 are👏
tangledinu NEW ALBUM YES
midnightprentiss already presaved i’m so excited
ameliadahlia why is everyone talking about math here?? someone explain i’m so lost😭
↳ sabrinajenga @/ameliadahlia @/girlsplainingcelebrities made a post explaining it all, i’ll tag you🫶
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girlsplainingcelebrities another day, another girlsplain! today, what the number four means to our favorite popstar girly, yn yln!!🩷
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boxnexx not to mention that the new album she’s releasing will be her fourth!!! so excited what she has planned for us
zeeema the whole thing with her and lando is so cute
emilyx i always look forward to your posts☺️🙏
sabrinajenga @/amiadahlia
herbsherm whoever runs this account, you have saved my ass so many times, hope your pillow is cold on both sides
leaglb whether you believe in angel numbers or not, these would be a whole of a lot coincidences
formeformulas when i heard "every time i see 444 it means no more i know for sure" i was FREAKING
cheesestrings ALSO not to mention her album comes out on november 22ND - 2+2=?
tswizzle she’s so smart i love her
ynisbabe when my teachers told me i would need maths outside of school they actually meant this
carlaarcher can we please all agree that 444 is about her relationship with arthur and that it was basically lando who made her realize he wasn’t good enough?
↳ paddockgirl @/carlaarcher GURL FR no way those two didn’t have something going on
↳ leclercsgirl @/paddockgirl besides, the media didn’t see her with any other guy during that time the song is probably set, so it CAN only be arthur
↳ itsellie @/leclersgirl would explain their radio silence with each other as well
↳ bella.ltn @/itsellie tbh if my boyfriend practically stopped posting me on his social media or acknowledging my existence the moment we got more serious i would dump that man too
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vanityfair Singer-Songwriter YN YLN talks Split from Rumoured Childhood Romance Arthur Leclerc, Release of New Song and Announcement of Fourth Album, and Relationship with Formula 1-Driver Lando Norris
Click on the Link in the Bio to watch the entire Interview
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coconutananas that caption is longer than my life span😭
mollym girl was busy the past few weeks
ylnwife i am so in love with everything this woman has been doing for the past few months, this is amazing
factorfic just watched it and it is so amazing!! love how her and lando have the same sass, they fit perfectly tbh
charthurleclerc the day we find out what really happened between her and arthur leclerc will be the day i can finally rest
itsbrutalouthere "I'm a ferrari girl" -YN YLN, girlfriend of MCLAREN DRIVER Lando Norris, 2023
↳ landonorris1 @/itsbrutalouthere loved her for this
↳ bimess @/itsbrutalouthere PLS the way she was like "I love my boyfriend but everytime a ferrari is on pole I risk a breakup" she's so real
ynisbabe she looks so good here hello???
emilyzkn can’t wait for the albummmmm oh my god
jilledits i swear to god if she spills more tea about arthur i will be FERAL
wanderwall now all we need is someone interviewing lando about her and my life will be complete
jawdropforkpop i’m already so excited for her new album, i can’t even
peppyi her new song was so good, can’t wait for the album!!
Madelyn Cline falls in love with her female costar and no one is surprised … lol
a/n: i love mads so much and there are criminally few fics with her (this is me indirectly asking someone to write a madelyn cline x fem!reader fic or to send me requests). Hope you like this, anon!🙏
They say that the only way secrets will be kept forever is when the people involved are dead.
“Y/N, could you help me carry those boxes away?”
The most crucial detail to a secret was that no one could figure it out. You had to be … secretive, you know?
The cupboard was crowded, and small, and the only light came from a naked light bulb that turned on when you pulled a string.
Funny thing about secrets, though:
A loose shelf rumbled, and a grunt escaped your mouth as the warm feeling of familiar lips crashed into your mouth.
Somehow they always seemed to get out.
It's quite adrenaline inducing, having a secret. There's the thrill of sneaking around, having something only you know, hiding something.
It was probably the closest a normal person would come to the feeling of a James Bond movie.
When you first signed an acting contract for a TV show about a few teenagers living on an island, hunting for gold, you hadn't thought too much into it.
Of course, there had been the thrill of a role in a Netflix show. I mean, hello? How many chances in your life would you get for this?
So, obviously, there had been that.
What you hadn't calculated, however, was the way it would impact your ... romantic life.
It had not been a surprise for you to have a crush on your co-worker, Madelyn Cline. I mean, that girl was beautiful, she was funny, and so, so, adorable.
What surprised you, though, was when you kissed her, half-tipsy after the party for the release of season one, and even more when you felt not even two seconds later that she was kissing you back.
And Madelyn Cline turned out to be a good kisser. Not that you had doubted it, but there was something about convincing yourself of it that made you be sure.
Sometimes you thought what would have been, if that one kiss, under the influence of alcohol and on the darkened rooftop of a New York City hightower, had been the end.
It didn't matter, though, because after all, it hadn't been.
Because that's when the secret started.
It was supposed to be harmless, but then again, how could it be?
There was nothing harmless about the way she wrapped a strand of your hair around her finger, or about the way her heated skin felt, only millimeters away from yours.
It wasn't supposed to be a secret, you had never been a fan of those, but things had just turned out like that.
You weren't calling what you had a secret, in fact you hadn't even put a name to it yet.
All you knew was that the way that Maddie muttered into your mouth or the sight of her drowsy smile right on the start of a golden morning, those were things that were only yours.
And you wanted to keep them that way.
It's how you found yourself with her on late nights in hotel rooms, moonlight illuminated swims in the sea, and sneaked kisses in a shared bed before hotel breakfast with your friends.
It was bliss, and it was adrenaline, and it was everything you wished for.
Her fingers pulling you closer by the fabric of your shirt were what grabbed your attention again.
A smile grazed your lips as they met hers. She was soft, and graceful, and her movement against your skin sent warm shivers through your veins from where it was inflicted.
Past your parted lips escaped a hushed sigh, swallowed up by another kiss that Maddie pressed to your mouth.
Her hands were roaming your body, memorizing every curve of flesh, because who knew when she would get to do this again. Her long fingers reached the hem of your shirt, found an uneven wrinkle and slipped under the fabric.
You almost shivered at the contact of her cold fingers against your heated skin, but it turned into into a moan you breathed into a kiss when her hands travelled further up your torso, your shirt slipping with the movement-
"What the fuck!"
The two of you tumbled away from each other as if lightning had struck in-between you.
Your heads whipped around to where the door of the storage closet had been opened, and a jaw-dropped Drew Starkey was standing in the threshold, illuminated by the light that was streaming from the room behind him into the closet.
Your hair flew over your shoulder as you hastily stared at him, then at Maddie, then at Drew again.
"I, uhm -" Maddie began to stutter, her eyes as wide as yours pobably were as well. "We can explain."
Her words seemed to release Drew out of a rigidity, and he blinked hard. Slowly, he raised his finger to point in your general direction.
"You better," he retorted. "Because if you could've kept it in your pants for three more days, Chase and Madison would've been the ones owing me fifty dollars."
It was your turn to blink hard.
"What?"
But Drew had already turned away, his footsteps echoing and eventually vanishing down the hallway, leaving his previous words and a muttered "Unbelievable" hanging in the air.
You looked at Madelyn. Madelyn looked at you. Her face displayed a mixture of horror, confusion, and something like a glint of amusement in the corners of her mouth.
You could only guess that you were wearing the same expression.
"We should probably talk about this," Maddie said. You smacked your lips and nodded, slowly.
"Yeah, we will."
Your fingers found the flaking doorknob, and the room darkened again.
She could amost hear the smirk in your voice as you spoke. "Later."
“Because what’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?”
― James Patterson, The Angel Experiment
Kiara Carrera was the most beautiful girl you had ever seen.
It was a fact almost as certain as the continous circling of the earth around the sun.
She was captivating, really, and it was such a strong pull toward her it almost confused you.
Her hair was dark, curls silky and defined, in a way that yours could never be. You wished, sometimes, you had her tan skin, smooth and soft, the object of all desires. The way she walked was enchanting, floating just the right amount in her step and never too harsh. You could drown in the deep brown of her dark eyes, expression of empathy and compassion, sincere in a way you only wished you could be.
You were in love with Kiara Carrera, because who couldn’t be, with her angel voice, and her confident attitude, and the way she smelled of flowers, and beach, and the rising sun on the first summer day.
Kiara Carrera had once in your presence been compared to a descendant of the Greek goddess Aphrodite, which, in all honesty, you couldn’t do anything else than agree to. You would know, you were one of her best friends, you spent almost every waking minute with her and the rest of the pogues, and yet you never grew tired of the spark she had that made her glowing golden.
The amount of guys you’d had walking up to you, to ask for her or about her, and how could you blame them, you understood. But you turned them away.
You would like to say it was merely for Kiara’s gain, because you didn’t want one of those not-serious screwboys in her near, but it wasn’t, you weren’t considerate like that, another trait that she had you forward in.
But Kiara Carrera, beauty incarnate, the princess of pogues, living evidence of relations between the rich and the poor side of the island, had only eyes for one specific person herself. A boy that made her smile in a way that made her forget the entire world around her, and also shake her head in exasperation when he talked sometimes.
The lucky guy’s name was JJ Maybank, and he was her best friend, and, in a way, also yours.
JJ admired Kiara. In that way, he was no different to the other guys that kissed the blessed ground she walked on. He loved the way she paced around the room when she was contemplating hard, or the way the wind from over the sea blew a stray curl in her face.
JJ Maybank was more than his love for Kiara Carrera, though. JJ was kindness, and consideration, and he was the overcome of a terrible childhood, and he was the love he held for his friends.
In that way, you couldn’t blame Kiara for being infatuated him. Because who wouldn’t be? Thinking about it like that, they fit for each other perfectly, like two pieces of the same puzzle.
There was no space for you in-between. There never had been.
It had become a tradition for you and JJ to meet up in-between lessons to talk about the most mundane things, gossiping about annoying teachers and getting at least one intelligent conversation for the hour.
It was mostly JJ doing the talking, though, oftentimes. You didn’t mind. Letting JJ’s voice wash over you like the silent lullaby of the waves on a windy day had turned into a necessary comfort you couldn’t imagine to miss.
You hadn’t enjoyed school for a while now. There were too many people cramped up on too little space for your liking, and everyone wanted to talk about everything, and it demanded your concentration on things you found yourself not caring about or interested in.
But you met deadlines, and you delivered the grades, so that meant you were alright.
If the breaks you spent in-between classes leaning on your locker, talking to JJ - or mostly listening to him - were what made things worse or better, you didn’t know. And even if you had caught yourself glancing at his quickly moving lips for far too long than a friend should every once in a while, then you didn’t allow yourself to think about it.
The cheaply painted, red metal was cold against your cheek, as you did your best to not bend over and throw up that sickening feeling that’s been sitting heavy on your chest the entire day.
It was Thursday. Maybe. Might be Friday. You didn’t really remember it all that much anymore, it all was blurred. JJ was talking about a party he went to, where he met someone who told him something, that’s what your mind managed to register.
JJ didn’t enjoy spending time with you anymore. It was clear to you, clearer than freshly polished glass windows.
He hasn’t said it like that, of course.
JJ would never, he was too nice.
But you weren’t Kiara, and JJ would much rather spend time with her than with you. You knew that, it was not hard to tell.
All at once, JJ suddenly stopped his rambling mid-sentence.
You didn’t need to see the way he glanced over your shoulder as he suddenly stood taller, or hear the silk voice travel down the hallway, calling out his name, to realize who had shown up.
You recognized it in the change of his eyes when he looked at her.
Kiara swerved a younger student as she headed straight up to JJ, hugging him, and greeting you with the most blinding and sincere smile you’d ever seen someone wear.
She made it so easy to love her that you felt terrible about wanting to hate her.
Those thoughts were changed when she looped her arm around JJ’s and fixed his hair.
JJ’s hair didn’t need fixing, that’s what you thought. He was beautiful when his blond strands were tousled, boyish, and it added up with the mischievous glint that swam in his eyes.
You were being unfair now, you knew that, Kiara wasn’t the bad guy here, she’d merely pushed a strand of JJ’s hair aside as she talked to him.
JJ’s skin was surely burning at the spot where her skin had touched his.
You knew yours was.
JJ’s voice would be different as well, when he spoke to Kiara.
It was light, in a way that you knew you could never make him sound, because you had no way to make him feel free, and careless, and cared for, not in a way you used to, when he was still only friends with her and you were allowed to be selfish enough to keep him to yourself.
The sickening feeling spread again. From your chest, down to your stomach and in your throat, quite like the exact opposite of the warmth that seeing JJ once had given you, and you almost laughed at the irony if you weren’t in so much pain.
JJ waved his hand at you. “Hey man, see you later, I told Kie I’d walk her to class.” You blinked.
Kie. He liked to call her that. A nickname. He’d never given a nickname to you.
You nodded. “Yeah no, sure. See ya.”
JJ disappeared into the crowd, Kiara somewhere next to him.
All of a sudden, you didn’t know if the world had been this blurry the entire time.
The next time it happened, was at the beach.
You were walking next to JJ on your right side, Kiara was occupying your left. You were on your way together to John B’s cabin to meet him and Pope there, and had decided to take the long route next to the raging sea.
Wind was carrying the smell of salt in your direction, and JJ’s tanktop was tugged around all over his body.
In hindsight, you should have known. In hindsight, if you had spun the thought only a bit further, you would have known that there would not be a way for this to work.
JJ and Kiara were two forces pulling each other near, nothing that only possessed human strength could put itself between them, it was no use, not even to try.
“And I mean, the Carsons got this huge boat-”
JJ gestured around with his hands when he talked. You leaned slightly away as to not get in the way of his movements.
Kiara was focused on him when JJ spoke. Her body subconsciously drifted nearer.
You leaned slightly away so she wouldn’t bump into you.
JJ made a joke.
Kiara laughed.
She doubled over and leaned into JJ. Her hand found his arm as she slapped him playfully. JJ tucked his head down. Blushing, probably.
This time, the sickening feeling started in your stomach and chest already.
They were walking together now, right next to each other. Their joy-bounced steps carried them further than yours, weighed down by longing, and caring, and guilt, and you fell back.
The only thing you could do was follow their already vanishing footsteps in the sand.
When you arrived at the cabin, and Kiara and JJ greeted your friends a whole lot of feet before you did, John B raised his eyebrows at you, questioning.
You ignored his suspicious look.
Pope seemed to hold you just the tiniest bit closer when he hugged you.
The feeling spread out to your head.
The last time it happened was at a party.
One, that, in your defense, you did not even intend to show up to. It was a house party, which was unusual enough as it was, which pogue was there you could meet that had enough space in their house to throw a party and enough determination to clean it all up afterwards?
But, apparently, John Laren had moved new on the island, and wanted to make his presence known as of that event. Where middle-aged people brought casseroles, cupcakes or batches of brownies, eighteen year-olds threw massive parties with drugs and alcohol for everyone that was underage and younger.
As mentioned, you hadn't planned to go. In your current condition, a party was really the last thing on your mind.
Unfortunately for you, though, you had not calculated Pope Heyward into that idea.
That prick.
"Yes, I'm coming!"
You rushed to your front door, almost tumbling over that goddamn couch leg that you had wanted to rip off for years now, and quickly swung open the thick hardwood, before the person on the other side could get a chance to pound against it as if their life depended on it again.
"Geez!"
Before you were even able to realize who stood before you, Pope had already shoved you by the chest, and into the house again.
The door slammed close again.
“You are going to that party.”
Your mind wasn’t working right now.
“What are you- Hey, come back!”
But Pope had already made his way up the stairs. You turned and ran after him.
By the time you arrived on the upper floor, Pope was already standing in your room, ready to open the closet doors. You jumped forward and slammed then closed, guarding them with your arms spread like something sacred.
“Slow down,” you said. Pope rewarded you with an impatient look.
“What are you doing here?”
“You know what i’m doing here,” Pope shot back, no hesitation.
You withstood the urge to roll your eyes.
“I’m not going to John Stewart’s,” you clarified.
Pope did roll his eyes.
“His name is John Laren,” he corrected you. “John Stewart is on reality tv.”
He grabbed you by the shoulders, and easily maneuvered your non-resisting body to the edge of your bed.
“And you are going,” He stated. He pressed you into the mattress.
“Now sit down and be quiet, and let me pick out something for you to wear.”
Pope whirled around and ripped the closet doors open. He began rummaging though the different shirts and pants that were hung up inside.
“I don’t understand why you so desperately want me to go,” You said, swerving right to ditch an orange shirt that came flying at you just in time.
“Because,” Pope drew out the word slowly, as he concentrated on a black tank top in his hands, “you’re sulking.”
He walked over and thrusted the top into your grip.
“And when you’re sulking, I’m sulking,” he continued. “We’re twinning.”
“But we’re not-“ Pope raised a warning eyebrow. You raised your hands in defeat.
“Alright, alright.”
Pope patted your cheek.
“That’s my boy.”
A second of hesitation, but Pope sighed and the mattress dipped as he sat down next to you.
"Look, man," He started, hesitantly. "I like to think that you don't think I'm stupid."
You raised your eyebrows. Pope continued.
"And, considering I don't need glasses, unlike - some of us-" He took a deep breath.
"Man, I see the way you look at Kiara."
Your eyebrows shot up to your hairline.
The way you looked at- "What?" You stuttered out, not even trying to hide how baffled you were.
Pope shook his head. "My bad, I should have worded that differently. I mean the way you look at Kiara, when she is around JJ."
Oh.
Oh.
Ah.
Your body felt slow. This made way more sense.
You didn't even notice how you were slowly turning away to not have to look Pope in the eye.
"Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't-" Pope scoffed. More at himself than you, really.
"I know we have that rule. No pogue on pogue macking? But seriously, man, I should be the first person who knows what it feels like to be in love with their best friend. And honestly? I can't blame you."
You felt a comforting pressure on your shoulder when Pope placed his hand there.
"I want you to know I'm not judging you. Don't feel bad about ... what you're feeling. You know?"
You loudly breathed in, not even knowing what to say. What could there be to say?
Pope stood up again. His hand slid off your shoulder slowly. He didn't hold your silence against you. You silently thanked him for it.
"Look, that's the whole reason I want you to go to this party. You need to loosen up a little, drink away your thoughts, get some groove in."
Pope demonstrated his words by shaking his whole body from one side to another like a dancing snake.
The corners of your mouth cracked into a smile at that. Pope saw it as a win, turned back to your closet again, grinning.
You sighed, suddenly reminded of why he was here in the first place.
"What would I even be doing there?"
Pope shrugged, still rummaging through all your clothes, not caring about any mess. "Go out. Have fun. Have some drinks. Have some boys, have some girls, whatever you're feeling tonight."
You ignored him. "Are JJ and Kiara going to be there?"
"No," Pope answered shortly and pulled out cargo pants from the closet. "They both have plans."
"Together?"
Pope threw the pants at you. "Here you go. Put it on, fifteen minutes, downstairs." He waved himself off. "Actually ten, you're not a teenage girl. Let's go!"
And just like that, he was out the door. You regarded the clothes in your hands skeptically, the black tank top and dark green cargo pants, and couldn't help but notice, how Pope had not answered your question.
Jason Lawrence was a Pogue, whose lifestyle drifted more toward the direction of Kook. There had been a few of them over time, the line between too poor and too rich wavering, and they were trapezing on it.
Whether John Lance invited all entirety of the cut to show off, or to really just throw himself a good old welcome party, remained unclear.
In all honesty, you didn't really care that much. The only reason you were here was because of Pope, and the second he dared to take his eyes off you for more than five minutes, you would be gone like the wind.
Multicolored lights flashed over the ceiling like the spotlights in a club. Most people that were running around with red solo cups in their hands, you recognized - from bonfires or other house parties.
In a way, the entire cut was just like a really big neighbourhood.
Your eyes searched over the crowd of people, desperately looking for a quiet space next to a wall, hopefully, and you politely denied a blond girl with just the necessary amount of covering-up clothing, when she offered you a drink.
"Come on, man, at least pretend like you're having fun!"
Pope appeared next to you out of the blue, and if the loud music hadn't swallowed his equally yelled words, you would have flinched.
You shot your friend a grim look.
"That would be lying, and I don't like lying."
A sharp pain erupted in your chest when Pope stabbed his finger right above your sternum.
"See, I know that's a lie," He said. "Because I know you like lying, I saw you lying often, so what you just said -" He raised his poking finger, "-'t was a lie."
You leaned closer to him and furrowed your eyebrows.
"Dude, are you drunk already?" You asked loudly.
"We've barely been here for half an hour!"
Pope shrugged, shoulders and hips moving to the rhythm in a way that was definitely not correct by beat.
"Chester from the mini bar did a mix for me!" He explained, hand shooting out to point you in the direction where he had come from.
You raised your eyebrows. Chester from the mini bar might have mixed Pope's stuff a bit too well. That lightweight couldn't hold his own on a normal day with a beer.
You smelled the cup in his hand and couldn't fight off the way your face twisted in disgust.
"Dude, what is in there?" You took the cup out of Pope's hand, which was relatively easy, he wasn't all there with his hand anyways.
Pope drew his eyebrows together and pulled his lips into a pout.
"I was drinking that," He complained. You shook your finger in front of his face.
"I think you've had enough, honestly."
"Give that-" Pope burst forward and grabbed for your hand holding the drink, but you pulled it out of his reach just at the right time and raised your hand in the air the highest you could.
Additionally, you raised yourself on the tips of your toes.
Pope tried to stretch himself, but it didn't budge, so he shorthandedly pressed his thumb into the crook of your elbow hard, forcing you to bend your arm down.
Your friend let out a victorious laugh as he reached for the cup that was now almost on eye-level with him, when you made a not thought-through decision on the spot, raised the cup to your lips and downed its contents in one sip.
The liquid went down your throat like cold fire.
Your entire inside squirmed, and your face twisted into a grimace of pure disgust.
"Hey!" Pope threw his hands in the air.
"You're drinking, man! You're having funnnn!"
You wouldn't have put it like that, maybe. But when Pope grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you with him, through the crowds of people and to the shining neon letters that said MINI BAR, you just followed him.
You were having fun. It was almost an hour later, or maybe two, might have just been a half, you didn't really know. Or care.
The solo cup you were sipping held your fourth drink tonight, or your sixth, or your third, you had absolutely no idea.
All you knew was that it burned in your throat like any good liquor should, and that it made you feel good in a way you hadn't felt for weeks now.
The way you weren't quite in full control of your limbs was a side effect you chose to ignore.
The air was vibrating. All colors were more saturated than the first time you came in, they flickered behind your eyelids even when you weren't looking.
Hot bodies of multiple people crowded together, somewhere a table was playing beer pong, while the music roared through your blood stream and pushed arenaline with it.
It felt good. You felt good.
Why hadn't you done this much sooner, Pope was right. And alcohol was great. Like, actually.
The tunes drew you in. Masses of people, it felt, were moving in the same way, all together.
You closed your eyes, and just let it go.
No thinking about the right way to move your lips, the sweat slowly dripping down the back of your neck, or how the alcohol in the cup wasn't quenching your thirst, just worsening it.
It didn't matter. It was as if the music had manifested itself physically, and was moving all of your senses totally on its own.
You felt light, a feeling you had missed over the last few months.
Your chest was free, you could breathe.
The air was full of euphoria, it tasted of glee.
Suddenly, there was a sound that stood out, something that didn't fit the atmosphere.
You blinked your eyes open just the slightest bit.
There, just a few feet away from you, you made out a familiar arrangement of blond strands - some dark, others lightened by the burning sun out on the waves of the sea.
It was a magnetic pull, you couldn't do anything against it if you wanted to. You hadn't really been in posession of your own body since you had taken that drink from Pope.
"JJ!" You heard yourself call out.
Your friend turned around to you, and God, his eyes were beautiful. The string of colorful lights was perfectly illuminating the small streak of skin that was laid free beneath the unbuttoned top of his shirt, a brown one, lazily tucked into casual jeans.
He looked good.
And would you love to blame that thought on your currently dosed state.
So you did.
Your hand slapped on the place of his shoulder, just where his neck met his chest.
"What are you doing here?" You asked, loudly to overcome the sound of the music. "Thought you had plans."
JJ grinned. You mimicked it. Pope had once told you about the mirroring statistic with people one liked. You thought it was bullshit.
"Made a last minute change!" JJ yelled back, and even in your current condition you noticed how his gaze flickered, searching for something that wasn't you in the crowd of people.
"Me and Kie made a stop here before ending our date!"
You blinked.
“Huh?”
You were quite sure JJ repeated his same answer to you. But you didn’t really know, because your ears felt stuffed.
Me and Kie made a stop before ending our date.
Me and Kie. Our date.
You stumbled back.
John B had dunked your head in cold water once to sober you up. This was worse.
Your chest felt heavy, pressed together in a camp handle.
Your hand dropped from JJ's shoulder. He didn't notice. His eyes kept scanning the crowd.
You backed away. You needed space, just some way for your chest to expand and let air into your lungs.
Your back hit another wall of bodies. Everything was so tight around you.
The air didn't feel euphoric anymore, it felt stuffed, and thin, and heavy.
You needed to get out of here.
Stumbling, tumbling and tripping, eyes always focused downwards, you pushed past one person after the other.
You didn't know where you exactly were going, but when you reached a wall, there had to be a door somewhere too, right?
You got lucky. A tall boy was pushed into you and made you almost fall over, but the way you leaned into a different direction drew your attention to a large gate not too far away.
You gathered your last bit of lasting strength in your legs and pushed yourself out of the house, out of the stuffed room, into the cold air of the night, and the smell of sea salt rather than the salt of sweat.
You left the lights behind you. You just kept going. You needed to get some distance between you and that house.
You ran until you reached the shore; quite literally.
The hard wood of the dock creaked under every step you took further out, until you reached the ending.
Tied down ships were softly tuckering on the wooden stakes.
Rather laboriously, you leaned down to sit on the edge of the not fenced trail. You brushed some dirt off your palms, and hugged your knees to your chest.
Almost every last drop of drunkness you had felt just a few minutes earlier, had vanished.
There were no chattering voices around you, nor the hard bass of a remixed 2000's pop song. Just the small, almost not there, rush of the rustling waves.
An occasional drop signified fish swimming to the surface and diving down again.
Some frogs were quacking in the tall blades of grass.
You pressed your knees closer to your body.
Through your lungs, you inhaled the warm summer air. It would soon be morning.
Something directed your thoughts to the song 'Memory' from Cats.
"And soon it will be morning".
The background noise around you didn't change.
You hated how weary you felt, how heavy your heart. From one sentence, how your night was taken in one's hand, and crushed right in-between his fingers, without him even realizing the splinters digging into his palms.
You hated how much power you had given him over you, a man, a boy, who had no interest in you besides the one of a good friend, which was fine, you should be fine with that.
But for some reason, you weren't, in the same way that you weren't altruistic, and not a girl with dark hair and curls and tan skin, the way that you just weren't Kiara Carrera.
Who were you to blame JJ for the way you couldn't grow up and grow out of your feelings.
"Touch me, it's so easy to leave me".
A soft creak behind you caught your attention.
You didn't turn around.
There was no danger to be expected from the people on the Cut. Not that you knew of.
You told yourself that was the reason you stayed.
Not the fact that you didn't care, if the approaching footsteps were danger or not.
A body, clad in a dark brown shirt and jeans plopped down a few feet to your right.
You almost retched when the smell of distinct perfume reached your nose.
"What happened, man?" JJ asked loudly. "You just ... left, back there. We didn't know where you were." He chuckled. You could hear it in his voice, the way he was still rest-drunk. "Thought you found yourself a nice lady and decided we weren't enough fun, if you know what I mean."
You stayed silent.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw JJ looking at your side.
You heard him sigh.
"Man, I'm serious. If something's wrong, you can talk to me. I'm always there for you, you know that."
You bit the inside of your cheek.
Was it fair to let him fidget, like a fish on a rod? As far as you knew, JJ hadn't done anything wrong, not actively.
You stared out the sea.
"I don't like you with Kiara." Your voice was raw and rough. You slightly cleared your throat.
The light breeze made the reeds rustle in a whisper.
JJ sighed and rubbed a hand over his face frantically.
"I know, man," He murmured. "No pogue on pogue macking, I get it. I broke the rule."
You hummed. Behind the horizon, the sky colored brighter.
"Maybe it's that, yeah." You still didn't turn your head.
The night ended and greeted the day, the blood rushing through your ears drowning out any other noise around you.
You pushed down the shiver that threatened to shake your body when the wind picked up.
“But maybe it’s just because I am so terrifyingly in love with you.”
Behind the reeds and over the smooth water, the sun rose slowly above the Banks, a burning orange flare of light.
“I believe in love and lust and sex and romance. I don't want everything to add up to some perfect equation. I want mess and chaos. I want someone to go crazy out of his mind for me. I want to feel passion and heat and sweat and madness. I want valenties and cupids and all of that crap. I WANT IT ALL”
― Barbra Streisand
❥pairing - lando norris x fem!singer!reader (mentions of al12 x reader)
❥plot - Arthur Leclerc has been your best friend since your early childhood, you two grew up with each other and each other's families. Your closeness leads to fans suspecting there is more to your relationship, until, almost suddenly, the ball gets totally flipped
❥warnings - none, maybe ooc arthur leclerc sorry abt that
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ynlnn look me in the eye and tell me they’re not in love
paddockgirl favorite couple
sidney(tv) they’re so cute together
bella.ltn supportive besties
itsbrutalouthere I just KNOW that they're dating
jojo.jpg childhood best friends to lovers, angst and fluff, 156k words slow burn
tswizzle definition of made for each other
leclersbabe arthur❤️❤️
mollym my favs
hotchswife can’t wait to see them in the paddock
itsellie anyone saw that picture in yns story if arthur?
↳ kaynwe @/itsellie omg yes he looked so good😍
↳ kellykiwi @/kaynwe the veins, the hair, the way he smiled at her?? just ugh😩
ferrariyn i’m just waiting for their relationship announcement
untitled they would be the cutest couple ever let’s be honest
exscapenight mom and dad actually
larinakali i miss them posting each other😭
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yourusername serious competitors since ‘08😎
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ynbabe new song featuring arthur??
lnfave desperately clinging to yns posts since arthur doesn’t show her on his feed😩
charthurleclerc not my favorite wag posting about my favorite driver
↳ amslerin @/charthurleclerc she’s no wag tho
suziesalmon hope you crushed him girly
↳ yourusername @/suziesalmon of course i did
tswizzle @/arthurleclerc take her as an example and give us some yn/arthur posts!!!
ynisbabe please baby arthur is so cute
carolyn she is feeding us with content
´lanadelslay this is a soft launch, actually (I'm delulu)
f1updates how much you wanna bet they were playing mario kart
paddockgirl they would be such a sweet couple tho
hazelnuts yn putting her entire soul into the karaoke while arthur doesn’t even know what to do is so funny to me
factorfic YES a new yn and arthur post, i manifested this
sabrinajenga your honor they’re in love
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ferraridriveracademy Congrats to @/olliebearman and @/arthurleclerc on a Double Podium in Barcelona this afternoon!👏🏆
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leclersgirl whooo! arthur finally got the podium he deserved!!
hamiltonh so proud of them!
tom.oha these two are really some good drivers. i’m sure if they keep up their work they have much potential for f1!
charlesleclerc 🔥🔥
lucasclare so proud of my boys
sidney(tv) i literally screamed when they won, i’m so happy!!
interstellarfan123 that one penalty for frederick was so unnecessary
cheesestrings my two husbands
↳ suziesalmon @/cheesestrings they’re married to me wdym?
kaynwe the both worked so hard for this, i’m so glad
tangledinu sometimes i think about the fact that arthur has those huge footsteps of charles to fill, and that ollie seems to achieve everything that was expected of arthur
↳ isobella @/tangledinu that’s not fair you’re making me sad
sabrinajenga admin can you ask arthur for me where yn was today?
↳ realobama @/sabrinajenga was literally about to say the same thing
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arthurleclerc Thank you, Barcelona, for welcoming us greatly and for the support! 2nd place baby, yes!!❤️
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itsbrutalouthere arthur where is yn???
charlesleclerc such a great race man, really proud of you!🙌
lucasclare was really worried for you there in turn 7, but you managed it amazingly!!
suziesalmon why wasn’t yn in the paddock this weekend?
bimess you deserve this so much arthur!!
arthurfave can’t wait to be there live in abu dhabi
factorfic yn didn’t even like what’s happening
↳ hotchswife @/factorfic her phone probably fell in a river and that’s why she doesn’t have access to instagram (i’m delulu)
leclersbabe i am so happy for you!!
professorproton boy you better have a good explanation why yn wasn’t there, and you better have it now🤺🤺
forzaferrari miss seeing mom😢
frederickvestiofficial well done mate!
kellykiwi happy for your win, but where is yn?
itsellie hoping mom is just busy songwriting somewhere🤭
hamiltonh none of the post-race ask the real questions! for example, what did they change about the car, or WHERE THE HELL IS YN
ynbabe mom and dad are going through their divorce era?
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f1news YN YLN, famous singer and actress is reportedly in a close relationship with a Formula Racing Driver, a source claims - it is not revealed who it is. Fans have been asking themselves many questions after the long weeks of radio silence between childhood best friends YN YLN and Arthur Leclerc, the Ferrari Pilot for Formula 2
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reidbabe guys, i think this is it
hslot_forreal if it’s not Arthur i might throw myself in front of a car
tswizzle i’m conflicted i want it to be arthur so bad but at the same time their media hasn’t seemed right to me for ages now
liladonavan manifesting arthur x yn
ferrariyn that source better come clean i can’t take all this anticipation any more👏👏
↳ larinakali @/ferrariyn real.
sylviestone “dating a racing driver, won’t tell you who tho”
↳ jojo.jpg @/sylviestone😭😭
ynn1fan off topic but that’s a great picture of her
hannamountana no because i don’t know, i want it to be arthur so bad but at the same time idk mann
↳ emilyzkn @/hannahmountana i totally agree especially with her posting so much of him but him never posting her like what is going on there
↳ papayagirl @/emilyzkn their relationship has been off for such a long while tbh
exscapenight hoping arthur made a move before someone else did
↳ peppyi @/exscapenight no because watch someone else pulling her away from under arthur’s feet just because he was being a coward
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ferrarifan1 GIRL
landonorrizzzzzzz am i tripping or is that the wrong team???
maxfewtrell thought i saw a gremlin on the grid today🤔
↳ urfafdaydreamer @/maxfewtrell LMAO MAX WHAT
↳ yourusername @/maxfewtrell didn’t know they had mirrors all over the paddock??
↳ untitled @/yourusername what’s happening.
ynisbabe you’re so stunning
ynn1fan MOM WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THE MAILMAN
↳ leclersgirl @/ynn1fan THE MAILMAN IM CRYING
christiek 🧩🧩
therealobama nuh uh this feels wrong
charthurleclerc why weren’t you at arthur’s race??
sabrinacarpenter aah my love
ynwife girl is so pretty i can’t
tswizzle this is not the ferrari box??
strongandeuropean what are you doing at mclaren?
emilyzkn “reportedly dating a racing driver”
↳ hannahmountana @/emilyzkn i wish i understood math this fast
lucadevil papaya looks good on her
norisswife Is that Oscar in the likes that I see????
lanadelslay excited where this is going, honestly
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oscarpiastri oh man
ynlnnn nuh uh
therealdannyric explanation??
norriswife he’s so beautiful
lnfave lando side profile >>>
ynisbabe guys is this it??
formula1obsessed last lap lando? more like last SLIDE lando
lastlaplando oh my god if this is yn i will actually scream
33maxverstappen that backside looks very familiar to me…
↳ melany @/33maxverstappen that must sound so strange out of context
carlaarcher this can’t be a coincidence
getthismanachair lando who is that??🎤
norisswife first Oscar in yn's likes and now Sabrina in Lando's?? what are the besties doing here?!
andystricks caption looks awfully familiar
itsbrutalouthere praying for a statement in these desperate times🙏
urfavdaydreamer soft launch??
hardlyanything lando let me see your spotify wrapped please👀
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landonorris i can almost feel your love for me through that caption😍
↳ yourusername @/landonorris 😙😙
sabrinacarpenter babes
oscarpiastri guess we won't hear the end of this ever
↳ danielricciardo @/oscarpiastri I will help you through this, mate
danielricciardo run as long as you can yn, i promise i won’t tell him where you went
↳ hannahmountana @/danielricciardo LMAO DANNY
oliviarodrigo so cute!!
kathrynnewton parents?
emilyzkn NO WAY
lanadelslay LETs GO GIRL
ynlnn THE SONGS GUYS I REPEAT THE SONGS
lilli(taylor's version) NEW FAVORITE WAG
landonorrizzzzzzz ARTHUR LECLERC WHO IS ARTHUR LECLERC I ONLY KNOW LANDO NORRIS
kellypiquet so excited to see you in the paddock more often😍😍
howaboutyoudont Lando noRIZZ what a LIEEEEEE
jojo.jpg gurl you so lucky!!!
hotchnerswife we're getting boyfriend Lando I can't believe it
so, i decided i want to make another christmas special like this one again this year, and i wanted to ask you all which fandom you would want i do it for:
probably the hardest thing about smau is the variety of usernames i have to make up - so please, if you see your own somewhere in there, please don’t be surprised, i am going through my follower list for inspiration😭😭🙏
i wanted to request something sweet with my man aaron hotchner. like r and him work at the bau but their relationship is a secret until r kiss him on accident because shes excited about something!!! i hope this make sense idk!
thanks bestie have a great week!
i’m loving me some babygirl aaron hotchner honestly, i hope you like how this turned out!!
The office lights were blinding.
Like clinically cold balls of headlights that were penetrating through your skull, buzzing at an abnormally high frequence consistently.
You groaned inwardly and pressed the balls of your hands deep into your eyesockets, anything to just make that stupid headache go away so you could continue filing your reports that laid unedited on your desk.
You tapped the head of your pen vigorously against the desk top to jog a flow of words for you to write down.
With your hand supporting your head, you didn't notice a figure approaching you out of the corner of your eye.
"Hey." The tone of Aaron Hotchner's voice was soft and warm, but you still couldn't help but jump at the unexpected presence so near next to you.
You sighed when you noticed it was him, and leaned your head on your hand again. "Hey."
Aaron threw a look on you, then your files, and then your hunched figure again.
His gaze softened.
"Why don't you go home?" He suggested. You opened your mouth to openly protest, but Aaron cut you off before you even started talking.
"You need the rest," He made it clear to you, "and I'm sure Jack would love if you read him a story before bedtime."
You threw him a look. "You can't just lure me home using your son. That's not fair game."
The corners of Aaron's mouth twitched and he tilted his head.
You sighed. "Even if I wanted to go home," You said, "This paperwork won't finish itself."
Aaron moved closer to you and threw a glance over your shoulder, one hand supporting his weight on your desk as he leaned over your body.
"Let me do it," He offered.
You turned to look at him. "I can't ask that of you."
Aaron straightened up. "You're not asking, I'm offering."
Carefully, he pulled your pen out of your hand and put it back into its designated holder with multiple other ones that probably weren't even functioning anymore.
"Now," He drew out slowly, while his fingers were circling under the collar of your jacket hung over your chair, and he held it out to you, "Go home."
You threw him a doubting look. Aaron raised an eyebrow.
"I can make this an order if I want to."
You raised your hands, defeated.
"Alright, alright."
Slowly, you rolled your chair back and stood up, and accepted happily when Aaron helped you slip into the warm jacket. His hands kept steadying you at your shoulders. You closed your eyes and let your muscles relax against him for the blink of a second.
"Thank you," You muttered to him.
Aaron nodded. "Of course."
Your bag was already packed, it was a plus, as you lifted it off the floor.
"Maybe you can read Jack the book you brought him the last time," Aaron suggested. "He hasn't put it down since I showed him."
At his words, your face cracked into a huge, beaming smile.
"He actually liked it?" You hushed. Aaron nodded, smiling.
"That was my favorite book as a child, I'm so glad!"
You strode forward and pulled him closer to you in a short, but emotion-pouring kiss.
When you leaned away, Aaron smiled.
"Get home safe," He said. "Text me."
You dug out your headphones out of your bag and smiled at him.
"Always."
Then, not without throwing your lover a last kiss in your steps, you made your way out of the glass gates and left the building.
Only when the closed elevator doors put you out of his line of sight, Aaron allowed himself to finally pull out your chair and sit down.
He cracked open one of the brown files and started writing.
Only a few tables away, Emily Prentiss, David Rossi, Derek Morgan and Spencer Reid were frozen in the same position they had been in just one minute ago.
Emily opened her mouth, closed it, and opened it again.
Derek turned to Rossi. "Should we-?"
"No." The elder Agent cut him off.
Emily gestured wildly with her hands. "But they just-"
"I know, but - let's just not."
Spencer tilted his head.
Emily gave in.
They all just watched as their Unit Chief sat on your desk and filled out files that weren't his, as if it was the most normal thing on earth.
