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And They Were Quarantined [1/]

✦ Summary: When two ex-Hydra agents are forced into a medical quarantine in an abandoned Hydra facility, only good things can come of it. Right? It’s not like they loathe being in each other’s presence or anything. Right?

✦ Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

✦ Warnings: Banter, enemies to friends to lovers, language, violence

✦ Word Count: 5.7k+

Avengers Initiative Official Rules, Guidelines, Procedures, and All-Around Handbook as outlined by Anthony E. Stark, Virginia P. Potts, and relevant Co. [2023 Edition, 7.1 Update]

- MED. SEC-5C23. In the event of exposure to chemicals, substances, viruses, or magic shit (see: hoodoo, voodoo, sorcery shit, weird space shit, wizarding world of copyright characters shit) of an unknown origin, whether symptoms appear in an immediate fashion or not, and in the case of the subject not dying on the spot, a QUARANTINE of at least forty-eight (48) hours is required and expected to be maintained by any individual(s) affected. QUARANTINE being defined as: a state, period, and/or place of isolation in which individuals are removed from the presence of baseline healthy and otherwise unaffected individuals to prevent the further spread of contagious infections, diseases, or unknown illnesses.

    (1.) Individuals include any member of the team, signed or temporary. Including, but not limited to: aliens, Gods, mutants, Atlanteans, anthropomorphic creatures of any kind, super soldiers, genetically enhanced creatures, and regular old humans (royals, billionaires, SHIELD agents, and ordinary folk, etc.).

        (a.) Not included: Artificial Intelligence, unless the attack is in the form of a virtual virus, in which case refer back to Com. Sec-41J.

   (2.) Any individuals caught violating quarantine orders without the express clearance of a qualified medical professional*, shall receive fines, lost privileges, grounding, and possible death (in that order).

       (a.) The first offense qualifies for fining of $1000 and increasing fines at the discretion of the team.

          (1a.) Fines are payable to the Maria Stark Foundation or any listed and approved charity (see listing under Guilt Trips Sec-27). If not to the affected medical professionals, teammates, and possible therapy bills from Tony.

          (1b.) Paying it forward with food (pizza included) and gifts will be seen as abusing the rules and will result in heavier punishments.

       (b.) The second offense brings lost privileges which are decided upon by the discretion of the remaining team members.

       (c.) The third offense means being grounded from missions, events, and public appearances sponsored by Stark Ind. or SHIELD for three (3) consecutive months. Culminating up to a full year of grounding, at which point the individual(s) will be up for review and their position shall be decided upon by a board of members, with possible termination from the team being a final option.

       (d.) If you send him back to therapy, only the ghost of Howard Stark will be able to stop Tony from actual and very serious attempts at murdering any individual(s) choosing to violate quarantine and thereby bringing risk to the team, community, and/or world at large.

    (3.) The level and duration of quarantine will be determined and decided upon by qualified experts* sourced from the pool of vetted individuals with relevant resources and information and skills.

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Aphrodite of Formula 1

Aphrodite of Formula 1, Part 2

Aphrodite of Formula 1, Part 3

Aphrodite of Formula 1 (side story)

Dark Stories:

Age is just a number

Age is just a number (Part 2)

Age is just a number (Part 3)

Age is just a number (Part 4)

Age is just a number (Part 5)

My requests are open for everyone!!!!

The Aphrodite of Formula 1 stories aren't really connected to each other, but it's in the same univers💗

I also write some dark stories, but rarely smut.

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

⋆formula one christmas special.

Can u tell i’m excited for christmas?? Each will have one story with multiple parts! Comment to be put on a specific drivers tag list! Hope you enjoy <33

↳ lando norris, franco colapinto, kimi antonelli.

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LN4 lando norris

not so happy holidays

⋆ Spending Christmas with my brothers best friend isn’t my ideal way to celebrate. With my parents in the maldives and my ex calling me non stop, I was hoping for a small town cozy christmas! I was going to get that with Max and his girlfriend until Lando Norris worked his way into the mix.

↳ brothers best friend! dislike and flirting! banter! forced proximity!

part 1

part 2

part 3

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KA12 kimi antonelli

cold hands

⋆ New family friends isn’t something Kimi Antonelli put on his christmas list. Yet when a pretty girl his age shows up, he is definitely not complaining . In a beautiful italian manor and someone new to spice up the holidays, Kimi’s christmas is looking better than ever.

↳ he falls first! crushes! curious girl + kimi who will do anything she says lol! secret santa!

part 1

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FC43 franco colapinto

⋆TBD

↳ give me ideas

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This miniature horse in Colombia enjoys cuddling.

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 - 𝑀𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇

𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀 - Lando Norris and Y/N have been best friends since they both started in Formula 1 - him as a driver and her as part of McLaren's communications team. Years go by, lives are changed, a baby gets between the equation, and love blooms. But are they willing to risk ruining their small family to finally give into love?

𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 - Lando Norris x Single Mom!Reader (Best friends to lovers)

𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑺 - Finished

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑾𝑶 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑰𝑿

𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑻𝑾𝑶 - part one . part two 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹 - part one . part two 𝑭𝑰𝑽𝑬 - part one . part two 𝑺𝑰𝑿 - part one . part two

⤳ 𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

⤳ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Teen Wolf Masterlist

Series:

Endless Revenge

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Scott McCall

I’m a monster: you end up in the same room as Scott during a full moon, but you’re not afraid of him.

Stiles Stilinski

first date: he takes you roller skating for your first date together. you have no idea what you’re doing, but he teaches you all you need to know.

sweet victory: he wins the game and the girl.

"Were you just touching yourself?"

Void Stiles

remember me: let's play a game of hide and seek. I'll count, you hide. when I find you, and I will... you're mine.

Liam Dunbar

is it over?: everyone thinks you’re human until you react to the virus and nearly die in Liam’s arms.

handprints: he finds out you like spankings SMUT

tension on the field: you both are always competing with each other until it’s time for one of you to admit defeat. but is it really defeat? SMUT

Brett Talbot

without you: you’re having a breakdown and tell your brother, Stiles, Brett told you “I love you” for the first time the night he died.

the perfect revenge: you use each other to get back at your brother, Liam. SMUT

Jordan Parrish

training: he’s jealous of your friendship with Derek Hale even though you two aren’t dating. you’re ready to blow off steam and he’s ready for you. SMUT

listen to me: he edges you for hours for sending him a naughty pic while he was at work

Derek Hale

better late than never: there is a Christmas party (family reunion) and you told everybody that you had a boyfriend, but Derek is late so your family is convinced you made it all up until Derek turns up // 2

competition: Derek is afraid you will leave him for someone better.

young love: Derek from the past pays you a visit at work.

testing the water: the pack walks in on you having sex. SMUT

dinner is served: you tease him under the table so he takes care of you in the bathroom SMUT

safe and sound: he sends a search party out for you after an argument

"I know you said you didn't want to be late but you look amazing and I'm trying not to kiss you senseless right now."

Peter Hale

well, what are we waiting for?: you’re stuck under the mistletoe with him

kiss me already: the pack asks him to keep an eye on you. neither of you are fond of the idea, but you grow to love it.

I’m not going anywhere: you’re both content with your arrangement.

Isaac Lahey

prove me wrong: he’s the school bad boy and he assumes you think you’re better than him. / 2 SMUT

safe here: he comes to you for comfort after a fight with his father.

Theo Raeken

you’ll always have me: he gets jealous over something really unnecessary so you give him the silent treatment.

I’m still coming with you: he always acts tough around everyone until he’s with you.

behave: you’re dating and he’s obsessed with you

i believe this belongs to you: you’re an outcast but he sticks up for you.

The Wild Hunt: you’re taken by the Wild Hunt but he saves you. / 2

i'm yours: he can’t keep his hands off of you, but you’re shy.

make-up sex: he gets jealous of your ex, Isaac, and ignores you for a few days. SMUT

you: Issac asks you out so that Theo can realize his feelings for you.

use your words: you catch him masturbating to the thought of you so you do something about it. SMUT

your blessing: he wants your friends’ blessing before he asks you out.

daddy: he finds out you have a daddy kink and teases you about it. SMUT

Jackson Whittmore

too good for you: he grows apart from you trying to fit in.

selfish: you realize you’re worth more than he gave you.

Lydia Martin

problem solved: she saves you from a lecture from her mother.

Malia Tate

i love you: she gets jealous over something really unnecessary so you give her the silent treatment

Erica Reyes

my favorite girl:  she makes you jealous so you will make the first move SMUT

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Headcanons

telling them you’re pregnant

𝑶𝒇 𝑨𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑼𝒏𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 [𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕]

𝒐𝒏𝒆

𝒕𝒘𝒐

𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓

𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆

𝒔𝒊𝒙

𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏

𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 [𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧]

Bucky Breaks the Internet

A Bucky Barnes x f!Y/N Social Media AU

The entertainment industry was surprised by the sudden news that the famous actor Sebastian Stan had joined the dating site 'Tinder' under the name 'Bucky'. You are a big fan of him, so naturally, you registered and tried to find him on tinder; Not knowing that the account is actually owned by a person named Bucky Barnes instead of your celebrity crush.

Note: I wanted to do something with the information that Sebastian Stan probably exists in the MCU too, and this is my attempt to make something out of it. This is a little self-indulgent, but I hope you'd all enjoy reading this too 🥺

Taglist: @white-wolf-buckaroo @pheonixisded @film-enthusiastt @justab-eautifulmess @deanhisbaby @corvusmorte @wobblymug + whoever wants to be added on this taglist!! just reply here or send me an ask or dm about it! thank you ♡

Main Masterlist: if you want to check out my other AUs, too!

Series Masterlist

Chapters marked with ⍟ includes narrations.

Twitter Profiles

Chapter One: Found You

Chapter Two: Smooth

Chapter Three: Breakfast

Chapter Four: 21 Questions

Chapter Five: Package

Chapter Six: Funkos

Chapter Seven: Good Friends

Chapter Eight: Coney Island

Chapter Nine: Bench ⍟

Chapter Ten — coming soon

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

May add more chapters

A Beautiful Mess | 3

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: Two neighbors who can’t stand each other, until an accidental kiss changes everything.

Word count: 3049

You can read part 1 here and part 2 here.

Right now, I'm shameless Screamin' my lungs out for ya Not afraid to face it I need you more than I want to

The first thing you registered as you woke up was the pounding in your head, like someone was smashing a drum inside your skull. The second was the blinding light hitting your face. You never slept with the curtains open.

"Ugh, my head." You groaned, pressing a hand to your head.

Blinking against the brightness, you forced your eyes open, only to realise, very quickly, that you were not in your bedroom. Your heart stopped and your eyes widened.

You looked around the unknown bedroom. The other side of the bed was unmade and there were clothes scattered on the floor. A pair of pants. A shirt. A man's shirt.

The bedroom door was open, and the distant sound of running water caught your attention.

"Oh my god. No, no, no." You lifted the covers. You were wearing your underwear and that was all you had on. "Noooo!" You groaned, dropping your head into your hands.

What did I do? You questioned yourself. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to piece together the night before. You remembered drinking. Dancing. Meeting a guy at the bar. Eric, right? Had you slept with Eric?

The sound of a door opening, made you open your eyes. You looked up, but you wished you hadn't.

Appearing at the doorway, drying his damp curls with a white towel, was none other than Lando Norris.

Your breath caught in your throat.

He had another towel slung low around his hips, water droplets still clinging to his skin, his toned chest on full display. It could only be a nightmare. Right? Right?

Lando smirked, breaking the silence. "Look who finally decided to wake up. Thought you were dead for a second." You stared, completely frozen. "What? Cat got your tongue?" That snapped you out of your trance.

You jumped out of bed, immediately regretting it when a wave of nausea hit you. "What the hell am I doing here?"

Lando's smirk deepened. He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, enjoying your state too much.

"You don't remember?" He asked you, looking you up and down.

You followed his gaze and realised you were basically naked. Yanking the bed covers up to your chest, you shot him a glare.

"Don't need to cover up." He chuckled. "I already saw everything last night." A shiver running down your spine.

"I was drunk!"

"So was I."

Your grip on the sheets tightened. "What happened?" You asked him, not really wanting to hear the answer.

Lando dragged his tongue over his teeth, eyes glinting with amusement. "Come on, you're not that naive."

Your heart nearly stopped. "No."

"Yes."

"No, wa-- Oh my god!" To your absolute horror, Lando dropped the towel that was around his hips. You turned around and squeezed your eyes shut. "What the fuck are you doing, Norris?"

Lando laughed, completely unbothered. "Nothing you haven't seen before."

"I HAVEN'T!"

"You sure? Because that's not what you were screaming last night."

"Shut up!" You turned back around, cautiously peeking through your fingers, but thankfully, he was already wearing pants. Your mind was a chaotic mess. This couldn't have happened. Even drunk, you would never sleep with Lando. "If you tell anyone about this, I swear I will kill you."

Lando chuckled. "Oh, don't worry. No need to tell anyone, I'm pretty sure the whole building heard you last night. Hell, probably all of Monaco."

Your jaw dropped. "You're disgusting."

"A disgusting man you slept with." You grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at his face. He caught it effortlessly, smirking. Spotting your dress and purse draped over an armchair, you made a beeline for them, grabbing them quickly. "Not staying for breakfast?" Lando teased.

"Go fuck yourself." Tightening the sheet around your body, you stormed out of the bedroom.

"Hey! That's my sheet!" He shouted, standing up from the bed. You didn't stop. "Y/n?" Before he could say anything else, you slammed it shut behind you, making the frames on the wall tremble.

He let out a chuckle, shaking his head. Messing with you was way too much fun.

Lando lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, arms folded behind his head. The room was dimly lit by the city lights outside, casting soft shadows across the walls. The only sound was your slow, steady breathing beside him.

He had told himself he'd leave once you were asleep. That had been the plan. Carry you to bed, stay until you dozed off, and then head to the other room. But for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to move.

Maybe it was the way you looked so peaceful, completely different from the stubborn woman who drove him insane daily. Or maybe it was the way your face changed every few minutes, like you were dreaming about something.

Lando let out a slow breath, rubbing a hand over his face. Just as he was debating finally getting up, you stirred beside him.

You shifting under the covers, eyes barely open, still very much drunk. Then, without warning, you reached for the hem of your dress and started pulling it over your head.

Lando shot upright. "What the hell are you doing?"

You huffed in frustration, your dress halfway off. "It's hot."

"So?"

With absolutely zero hesitation, you stripped the dress off completely, tossing it somewhere on the floor. Now, you were left in nothing but your underwear in his bed, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Lando swore under his breath, dragging a hand through his curls. This cannot be happening.

"Jesus, Y/n." He averted his gaze, rubbing the back of his neck. "You can't just--" He sighed. "For fuck's sake." Muttering to himself, he grabbed one of his t-shirts from the closet and turned back toward you. "Put this on!" He said, holding it out.

You made a sleepy noise, barely cracking one eye open. "No."

"Yes."

You groaned and lazily swatted his hand away, turning over so your back was to him. "Too hot." You mumbled.

Lando sat there, t-shirt still in his hand, staring at you. "Unbelievable." He muttered under his breath. Then and idea hit him.

Oh, she was going to lose her mind.

You stumbled into your apartment, slamming the door shut behind you, your breath uneven and your cheeks burning from the humiliation.

Sleeping with Lando Norris was the last thing that should have happened. He was a womanizer, a nightmare and a insufferable idiot.

You groaned loudly, collapsing onto the couch and burying your face in a cushion. "Why did this happen?" You mumbled against the fabric before letting out a muffled scream of frustration. "I hate him. I hate him. I hate him."

You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that when you opened them, the last twelve hours would magically rewrite themselves. But the image of him, half-naked, smirking, teasing, was burned into your mind like a bad tattoo.

Kill me now. You thought to yourself.

With a deep breath, you forced yourself up and pulled your phone from your purse. Six missed calls. Eleven messages. You called the first person on the list, already heading to the bathroom. You needed a shower. A long, scalding shower to wash away the disaster that was last night.

"Where the hell have you been? We've been trying to call you all night!" She practically shouted into the phone, the second she picked up.

You winced. "Sorry, I drank too much and... passed out." You rubbed your forehead, catching sight of your reflection in the mirror. Mascara smudged under your eyes. Hair an absolute mess. "I need to ask you--"

"Passed out where? And why did you leave with Norris?" Your friend interrupted.

You froze. Your brain scrambled to piece together her words. You remembered being outside with Eric and Lando. But just the two of them.

"Wait-- you guys let me leave with Lando?" Your voice rose, panic creeping in. "Why didn't you stop me?"

"Y/n, we didn't know you left with him!"

You frowned. "But—how do you—?"

"There are photos and videos of you leaving with him." She said bluntly. "In his car. They're everywhere." A cold shiver ran down your spine. You felt your legs go weak as you gripped the bathroom counter for support. "I thought you were hitting it off with that other guy." Your friend continued. "How the hell did you end up with Lando?"

You ran a hand through your tangled hair, your mind racing. "I-- I don't know." You admitted, panic settling in. "I don't remember! But we—" You stopped yourself just in time, biting your lip. No way in hell were you telling anyone about what may or may not have happened last night. "I'm never drinking again. This was a terrible idea."

Monday had rolled around again, far sooner than you would've liked. You hadn't seen Lando since you stormed out of his apartment wrapped in his bedsheet, and you had no intention of crossing paths with him anytime soon.

But somehow, his fans had found your Instagram account and the follow requests had been insane.

You'd seen the photos and the videos. And, yeah, it looked bad. Really bad. His hand around your waist, your head resting against his chest. The way he leaned in close, like he actually cared. Anyone looking at those pictures would think there was something more than just hatred between you two.

And then there was that picture. That one that made you blush like a tomato.

Your head rested against his chest, looking up at him, while he brushed a stray piece of hair from your face. He had this soft look, like you were the only person in the world.

You could easily pass off as a pair of lovebirds, but that was far from the truth.

"Miss Y/n?" A small voice interrupted your thoughts.

You blinked and looked down to see Clare, one of the little girls from your class, staring up at you with big and curious eyes.

"Yes, Clare?" You asked, forcing a smile as the rest of the kids ran out for playtime.

She motioned for you to come closer, so you bent down.

"You and your boyfriend look cute together!" She whispered in your ear. Your breath hitched. "My mommy showed me the pictures. She said he looks at you like my daddy looks at her."

The innocent compliment made your cheeks burn and for a split second, your heart fluttered, before the reality of it all came crashing back. Before you could respond, Clare giggled and ran off to join her friends, leaving you absolutely stunned.

Lando leaned back in his chair, headset on, fingers flying across the keyboard as he played. The glow of the screen illuminated his focused expression.

"Mate, you're actually terrible." Max groaned as Lando missed another shot in the game.

"Shut up!" Lando shot back, laughing.

There was a brief silence as they played, until Max broke it with a teasing voice.

"So… you and Y/n, huh?"

Lando's fingers froze for half a second before he recovered. "What?"

Max chuckled. "Oh, don't play dumb. I saw the pictures. The whole world saw the pictures."

Lando sighed, already knowing where the conversation was going. "There's nothing going on and you know it."

"Uh-huh." Max said, clearly enjoying himself. "You looked pretty cozy. Hand in her hair, staring at her like she was the last slice of pizza…"

"I was just helping her." Lando muttered, trying to focus on the game. "She was drunk. I wasn't going to let her walk home. I'm not a piece of shit."

"And the part where you like her?"

Lando's character nearly got shot in the game. "I don't!"

Max laughed. "Yeah, yeah, sure. You hate her. That's why you haven't stopped talking about her since that night, right?"

"You're the one that brought her up." Lando groaned. "And if I talk about her because it's because she's annoying!"

Max hummed. "Right, but remind me again, why did you stay in bed with her until she fell asleep?"

Lando gritted his teeth. "Because she was drunk, and I didn’t want her to choke on her own vomit. I'm already regretting telling you that."

Max snorted. "Sure, sure. And the fact that you haven't been with anyone else since that night has nothing to do with her, right?"

"Shut up and play the game."

"I'll shut up when you admit you like her."

"That's never gonna happen."

"Okay, then. Guess I'll just keep sending you those cute photos the fans keep posting."

"Maxxxx!"

You were exhausted. Work had drained every last bit of energy from you, and to make things worse, dinner with your parents had been nothing short of an interrogation.

"So, who is this Lando?"

"Are you dating him?"

"You two look very close in those photos!"

Your mother had shown you the pictures as if you hadn't already seen them a thousand times. Your father, usually indifferent to your personal life, had even said: "He's a race car driver, right? Those guys are trouble."

No matter how many times you insisted that nothing was going on, they wouldn't let up. By the time you finally left, your head was pounding.

All you wanted was to get home, take a shower, and sleep for the next ten hours.

As you pulled into the underground garage of your building, your eyes immediately locked onto your parking spot and the sight of Lando's McLaren sitting right in it. Again.

Your blood boiled instantly. "That prick! He does it on porpuse." You smacked the steering wheel in frustration.

You sat there for a moment, until an idea formed in your mind. With a smirk, you pulled up right behind his car, blocking him in.

Getting out, you slammed the door shut, crossed your arms, and admired your handiwork. Let's see him try to pull out now.

Before you could take three steps, you heard footsteps. Lando appeared, dressed in all black, keys in hand, clearly about to go out. The moment he saw your car blocking his, his expression changed.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He snapped, walking toward you.

You raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did you think my parking spot was yours?"

Lando exhaled sharply, running a hand through his curls. "I was only going to grab my phone. I left it upstairs. Relax."

You let out a dry laugh. "Relax?" You gestured to his car. "How about you stop acting like you own the damn building?"

His jaw clenched. "Y/n, move your car. I'm in a hurry."

You tilted your head. "Why should I? Pick another one. It's not like you only own one car."

His frustration was evident, just as much as yours. "I swear it's the last time I park in your spot."

"I don't believe you."

"Move!"

"I don't want to."

Lando stepped closer, close enough that you could smell his cologne, his eyes locked onto yours. "You're impossible."

"And you're an idiot. Stop thinking you're above everybody."

"For a kindergarten teacher, you sure are a nightmare."

"For an F1 driver, you sure are slow."

Lando opened his mouth and let out a sarcastic chuckle. And then, before you could process what was happening, his hands were on your face, and his lips crashed against yours.

You gasped, your body instinctively responding as his mouth moved against yours, rough and urgent. His hands cupped your face, pressing you back against your car as if he was trying to prove something.

And for a second, you let him. Because despite everything, it felt good. Too good.

But then, reality hit you like a truck. You shoved him away hard, breathing heavily. And before you could stop yourself, your hand flew up, slapping him across the face. The sharp crack echoed in the garage. Lando's head snapped to the side, his jaw tightening.

"You asshole." You spat, your heart pounding.

Lando exhaled sharply, his tongue running over his bottom lip. He didn’t say a word. He just stared at you.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Then, without another word, you turned on your heel, stormed to your car, and pulled out of the garage, leaving him standing there.

You drove out of the garage like a maniac, the tires screeching against the pavement. Reckless. Impulsive. Exactly how Lando drove.

And then, out of nowhere, tears started spilling down your cheeks.

You didn't remember the last time you had cried, but now the sobs came fast and uncontrollable, a lump forming in your throat so tight it felt like you couldn't breathe. Your vision blurred, and your hands trembled against the wheel.

With shaking fingers, you pulled over and leaned your forehead against the steering wheel, trying to suppress the pain that had crept up without warning.

You couldn't believe. All of this for a selfish prick like Lando?

Lando had canceled his plans. He had barely made it through the elevator doors before frustration consumed him, his feet carrying him straight to his apartment. The moment he stepped inside, he let out a sharp exhale and dropped his keys onto the counter, running a hand through his curls.

His whole body was buzzing with anger, confusion and something else. Something he didn't want to name.

He didn't know why he had kissed you. No. That was a lie.

He knew. Deep down, he fucking knew. He had wanted to kiss you since the first day he saw you, since the moment he moved into the building. But now that feeling he had buried and denied, had come crashing back to life because of that stupid accidental kiss at the school.

Lando groaned, gripping his face as he collapsed onto the couch. "Fuckkk!!!" His voice echoed through the empty apartment. He tilted his head back against the cushions, staring at the ceiling. "You don't like her, Lando!" He muttered to himself. "It's just a stupid… crush. Sexual tension. That's all it is." His jaw clenched. "She's never going to like you like that. She hates you."

But, don't you hate her back? A voice whispered at the back of his mind.

Lando swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. And for the first time, he admitted the truth. "I don't!"

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