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f1 grid (1/2) | pranking the parents

୨ৎ : featuring : max verstappen, lewis hamilton, george russell, carlos sainz, charles leclerc (click here for part two) ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by 🫐) : when you prank your boyfriend’s mom or sister, he plays along a little too well...will they take your side?

୨ৎ : genre : comedy ୨ৎ : word count : 1208

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ᡣ𐭩 a/n : im running out of pics to use for the banner omfg

ʚ・max verstappen

spending time with max and his sister, victoria, was always entertaining.

the three of you were lounging in the verstappen living room, a race playing faintly in the background while max scrolled through his phone, feet kicked up on the coffee table.

you stretched dramatically, looking over at him. “babe, can you grab me some water from the kitchen?”

max didn’t even glance up, completely deadpan as he muttered—

“do i look like your assistant?”

silence.

you barely had time to process what happened next.

victoria’s head snapped toward max so fast, you swore she almost gave herself whiplash.

her eyebrows shot up, pure disbelief etched across her face.

“max, what the hell? be nice.”

max, still committed to the bit, shrugged. “what? she can walk.”

victoria’s expression darkened.

and before max could react, a pillow came flying across the room, smacking him directly in the face.

you gasped, quickly covering your mouth to hold back laughter.

max blinked, stunned, the pillow still resting in his lap. “did you just—”

victoria crossed her arms, unimpressed. “go help her before i make you regret it.”

max groaned, dragging himself off the couch like it was the biggest inconvenience of his life. “fine. but i want it on record that i was forced.”

you smirked as he trudged toward the kitchen, victoria shaking her head in pure disappointment.

“you put up with that?” she asked, exasperated.

you grinned. “eh, he’s useful sometimes.”

from the kitchen, max’s voice rang out. “i heard that.”

ʚ・lewis hamilton

family dinners with the hamiltons were always a warm affair, good food, laughter, and anthony hamilton’s unmatched ability to tell stories that had everyone hooked.

you nudged lewis gently. “babe, can you grab me a drink from the fridge?”

without missing a beat, he shrugged lazily, not even looking up from his plate.

“you have legs, don't you?”

the table fell silent.

lewis barely registered the shift in energy before his dad, anthony hamilton himself, slowly turned to him.

“lewis carl davidson hamilton.”

lewis froze mid-bite. oh, no.

anthony placed his fork down with a deliberate slowness that made the whole moment so much worse.

“what did you just say to y/n? ‘she has legs?’ well, so do you, be a gentleman!”

your hand was clamped over your mouth, trying so hard not to laugh.

lewis, already feeling the heat, looked around for an escape route. “dad, it’s a joke—”

anthony didn’t let him finish.

“no, what’s a joke is me raising a son who forgets his manners.”

at that moment, lewis knew he had lost.

sighing dramatically, he pushed back his chair, already getting up. “alright, alright, i’m going!”

anthony nodded approvingly, taking a sip of his drink. “that’s more like it.”

as lewis disappeared into the kitchen, you exchanged a knowing glance with his dad, who simply smirked.

“give him a hard time, yeah?” anthony murmured, and you grinned.

“oh, always.”

ʚ・george russell

you reached for the sugar but stopped just short, looking at george. “babe, can you pass me the sugar?”

george barely glanced up from his tea, a smirk creeping onto his lips.

“what, are your hands broken?”

silence.

dramatic, suffocating, judgmental silence.

then—a sharp gasp.

“george william russell!”

george physically flinched.

his mother had set her teacup down with force, staring at him like he had just committed high treason against the british monarchy.

he looked between you and his mum, instantly regretting everything.

“mum, it’s not that serious,” he tried, hands slightly raised in defense.

alison placed a hand over her chest, shaking her head in pure disappointment.

“it is very serious. where did i go wrong with you?”

you were seconds away from losing it, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.

finally, you cracked, giggling as you waved your hands in surrender.

“it’s a prank!” you admitted, barely able to get the words out.

george sighed in relief, running a hand through his hair. “bloody hell, you nearly got me disowned.”

alison, however, was unfazed, lifting her tea to her lips as she shook her head.

“y/n, you could do so much better.”

george nearly spilled his tea.

“mu—are you serious?!”

you grinned, winking at alison.

“maybe.”

ʚ・carlos sainz

reyes sainz effortlessly kept everyone in check without even raising her voice.

which is exactly why you knew this prank would be perfect.

the family was gathered around the table, laughter and conversation flowing easily as you reached for your glass.

you turned to carlos, your voice sweet. “cariño, can you grab me a napkin?”

carlos, not even looking up from his plate, shrugged.

“get it yourself.”

silence.

instant. deafening. silence.

you felt the temperature drop by ten degrees as carlos’ mother, reyes, slowly set down her fork.

then, in the calmest, most dangerous voice, she said—

“perdón?” (excuse me?)

carlos finally looked up, suddenly very aware that the entire table was staring at him.

you could feel the panic radiating off him as he quickly backtracked, already regretting every life choice that led him to this moment.

reyes’ gaze remained sharp, assessing.

then, with the slightest tilt of her head, she said—

“carlos, go get it before i do something you’ll regret.”

carlos shot up so fast, his chair nearly tipped over as he rushed to the napkin holder.

you lost it, laughter spilling out as the entire table erupted in amusement.

reyes simply shook her head, taking a sip of her wine. “you two are ridiculous, but, y/n, if he ever speaks to you like that again, you tell me.”

carlos, returning defeated, dropped the napkin in front of you with a glare.

you grinned, leaning in. “what's it like getting scolded by your mother, amor?”

ʚ・charles leclerc

spending time with charles and his brothers, arthur and lorenzo, was always entertaining.

three leclerc men in one room meant a mix of teasing, bickering, and an unspoken rule that charles could never win an argument.

which is why you knew this prank would be gold.

“oh, charles, can you grab my sunglasses from the car?”

charles, casually sipping his espresso, waved a hand dismissively.

“that's far, get it yourself”

silence.

dead. serious. silence.

arthur whipped his head around so fast, you thought he might get whiplash.

“charles. that’s not how you talk to your girlfriend.”

lorenzo, who had been calmly eating his meal, set his fork down with purpose.

“apologize. immediately.”

charles’ expression shifted from smug to terrified in under two seconds.

his green eyes darted between his brothers, realization dawning that he was outnumbered, outgunned, and completely screwed.

“guys, relax, it’s not that—”

arthur leaned forward, voice dead serious. “no. apologize.”

you pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh, but the way charles was visibly sweating was making it so much harder.

finally, you cracked, bursting into laughter.

arthur and lorenzo turned to you, confused, as you giggled uncontrollably.

“it’s a prank,” you admitted, wiping away a tear.

arthur sat back, sighing dramatically. “i was about to throw my fork at you, charles.”

lorenzo took another sip of his drink, completely unfazed. “the threat still stands.”

charles muttered something under his breath as he begrudgingly got up to fetch your sunglasses.

you smirked, watching him walk away. “i love this family.”

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buying you time || part 1

past! neil perry x reader, present! charlie dalton x reader

1960 – A Kingdom Without a King

Welton Academy still stood, unchanged, but it no longer felt like home.

You had returned, though you weren’t sure why. Perhaps it was because some part of you still belonged to the past, trapped in the halls where laughter and poetry once reigned. The world had moved on, but your heart remained behind, tangled in memories that refused to fade.

Neil Perry had been gone for over a year now.

The weight of him pressed against your ribcage, an ache that never dulled. Time had passed, seasons had changed, but grief remained—woven into you like Penelope’s shroud, stitched together by day, unraveled by night.

And Charlie Dalton had been watching.

Waiting.

The boy who had never known patience now stood by your side, silent and steady, never pushing, never demanding. Just… there.

You weren’t sure how much longer he would wait.

And you weren’t sure if you wanted him to.

⸻

1959 – The Game

“You don’t have to do this.”

Neil grinned at you, mischief flickering behind his eyes. “Where’s the fun in that?”

You rolled your eyes, watching as he lined up his shot. The Dead Poets had taken refuge at the Dalton estate for the weekend, and Neil had challenged Charlie to an archery contest. A terrible idea, really, given that neither of them had ever touched a bow before.

Charlie leaned against a tree, smirking. “Come on, Perry, show me what you got.”

Neil raised the bow, drew back the string, and let the arrow fly. It wobbled through the air before plummeting into the dirt several feet away from the target.

Charlie burst into laughter.

Neil turned to you, utterly unbothered. “That was just a warm-up.”

You shook your head, smiling. “I think you’re better at monologues than marksmanship.”

He leaned in, eyes twinkling. “Lucky for you, I’m very good at monologues.”

Charlie groaned. “Please, spare us.”

Neil ignored him, turning back to you, his voice dropping into something softer. “Do you think I could do it?”

You frowned. “Do what?”

“Win the throne.”

You studied him, the way his hands tightened around the bow, the way his shoulders tensed. This was a game, but for Neil, it was something more. A challenge. A test. Proof that he could defy the fate his father had set for him.

“Of course you could,” you said.

Neil smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Charlie noticed too.

Later that night, as you sat by the fire, Charlie nudged your shoulder. “You really think he could win?”

You looked across the room, where Neil sat reading, the flickering light casting shadows over his face.

“I think he already has.”

⸻

1960 – The Unfinished Letter

You found it in Neil’s old copy of Hamlet, the pages worn from his touch.

The ink was smudged in places, as if he had hesitated while writing, but the words were clear.

“Father,” it began.

“I know you will never understand, but I cannot live the life you want for me. I tried. I swear I tried. But my heart does not belong to textbooks and law degrees. It belongs to the stage, to poetry, to the kind of love that makes life worth living. I cannot keep pretending to be someone I am not. I have been buying myself time, hoping I would find another way. But time is running out.”

“I am sorry.”

“I love you.”

It wasn’t finished.

It never would be.

Charlie found you later, sitting on the floor of your room, the letter crumpled in your hands. He didn’t say anything—just sat beside you, waiting.

After a long silence, you whispered, “I should give it to his father.”

Charlie exhaled sharply. “What do you think that’ll change?”

You swallowed hard. “I don’t know.”

“Then don’t do it.” His voice was gentle, but firm. “You think he deserves this? After everything?”

You closed your eyes. “No.”

Charlie sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Then let it go.”

You shook your head. “I don’t know how.”

Charlie hesitated before reaching for your hand.

“Then let me help.”

⸻

1959 – The Last Performance

The theater was alive.

The air thrummed with energy, with the weight of a thousand unseen eyes. The audience sat in hushed anticipation, waiting for the curtain to rise.

Neil stood at the center of it all, his presence electric, his voice steady.

“O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!” he declared, his words ringing through the space.

You watched from the wings, breath caught in your throat. He was radiant, every inch the king he had always longed to be.

When the play ended, when the applause roared like thunder, he found you backstage, his face alight with triumph.

“I did it,” he whispered.

“You did,” you breathed, pressing a kiss to his lips.

And for one perfect moment, the world was his.

⸻

1960 – The Storm

It rained the night Neil died.

A storm, violent and unrelenting.

You had run through it, breathless, desperate, slipping on the wet ground as you stumbled toward his house. Charlie had been right behind you, cursing under his breath, but you had barely heard him.

By the time you arrived, the world had already gone silent.

Neil’s mother was standing in the doorway, her face pale, her hands shaking. She had not spoken a word as she stepped aside, letting you and Charlie inside.

The house smelled of gunpowder.

Of smoke and sin.

You hadn’t screamed. You hadn’t cried. You had simply stood there, staring at the body of the boy you loved, knowing in your soul that time had finally run out.

⸻

1960 – The Final Choice

You stood at Neil’s grave, the cold biting at your skin.

“I never thought it would come to this,” you whispered.

The wind howled in response.

Charlie stood a few steps behind, waiting, always waiting.

You turned to him, your voice barely above a whisper. “How did you do it?”

Charlie exhaled slowly, shoving his hands in his coat pockets. “Do what?”

“Let him go.”

He was quiet for a long moment before he said, “I didn’t.”

You frowned, but he shook his head. “You don’t let go of someone like Neil. You just… learn to live with the hole they left behind.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Does it ever stop hurting?”

Charlie gave you a sad smile. “Not really.”

You looked back at the gravestone, the name carved into the marble like a wound that would never heal.

Neil Perry.

“I don’t know how to live without him,” you admitted.

Charlie took a step closer, his voice steady. “Then let me teach you.”

You turned to him, really looking at him for the first time in months. His eyes were different now, shadowed with grief, but there was something else there too.

Something like hope.

You hesitated, then reached for his hand. His fingers curled around yours, warm and steady.

Maybe, just maybe, it was time to let go of the past.

Maybe it was time to start again.

And as Charlie squeezed your hand, anchoring you to the present, you thought—perhaps Neil would have wanted that too.

What Happens in Las Vegas Doesn’t Always Stay in Las Vegas

+1s — Logan Sargeant x Reader

When a member of Logan’s team gets married in Vegas, he invites the new wife and her bff to travel with him as his Williams guests. He didn’t know being a +1 would also see him in love

Secret Sweethearts — Pierre Gasly x Leclerc!Reader

las vegas was a lot more exciting then people think

A You Problem — Charles Leclerc x Alonso!Reader x Max Verstappen

partying in vegas can lead to things that are such…a you problem

Bad Luck No More — Charles Leclerc x ex wag!Reader

after being dumped for “being bad luck”, you don’t expect that drowning your sorrows will lead to getting married with a fellow heartbroken soul

A Bet is a Bet — Lando Norris x Reader

Lando didn’t know a bet would lead him to her, y/n didn’t know that accepting his proposal would lead to forever

Mr and Mrs ?? — Liam Lawson x Singer!Reader

What to do when you get married in Vegas, wake up alone with only your half of the marriage certificate? Wonder what your new last name is and sing about it at the F1 75 Live show.

Sweet Tooth — Charles Leclerc x Reader x Alexandra Saint Mleux

Alex and Charles meet the sweetest girl they know. Now how to get that sweetheart for themselves?

Is Anyone Gonna? — Logan Sargeant x Girlfriend!Reader x Jenson Button

Jenson unexpectedly finds Logan and his girl getting drunk married in Vegas. Jenson also finds himself unexpectedly married in Vegas.

aka the “is anyone gonna take care of them? No? Ok I’ll do it” fic

Obviously — Oscar Piastri x Norris!Reader

Oscar doesn’t know why Lando is freaking out so much — obviously he and y/n are married

If You Say So — Max Verstappen x Russell!Reader

Apparently Max and Y/N Russell got married in Las Vegas? If you guys say so…

Step 13 || Gregory House & James Wilson

Paring: Greg House x gn!reader x James Wilson

Summary: short blurb about reader's long night routine

Warnings: none

Word Count: 0.3k

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You hear feet shuffling towards the bathroom; pausing your routine you turn to watch as Wilson leans against the door frame.

"What step are you on now?"

You don't answer him right away a little out of embarrassment but mostly because you didn't actually know. However, House seemed to be watching you closely as he answers Wilson's question from his spot on the bed.

"Step 13."

You and Wilson turn to stare at House dumbfounded. He looks up from his book and gives both of you a questioning look.

"What?"

You and Wilson glance at each other before breaking out in a fit of giggles.

"Wow you loooovvvee me!"

House shots you a dirty look but before he can get out an equally snarky remark Wilson is walking towards him.

"It's fascinating that you complain about how long their nightly routine takes, but you know every step. Which means you have to have been watching them closely every night to know their exact steps!"

"Oh come on! I don't----"

"Hey now wait a minute."

You cut House off while walking up to Wilson's side right in front of him and lean down close to his face.

"I always wondered who would replace my products when they were running low. I knew it couldn't be Wilson since he has a panic attack the moment he steps into any Sephora, but I thought you were too "manly" and "heartless" to ever do something like that for me."

You hover your face right next to his ear, "Turns out I was wrong."

You feel Wilson wrap his arms around your waist and rest his head on your shoulder. "Looks like we have a big softy here."

House scoffs at you both and tries to get up from the bed. But you and Wilson are on top of him and are pulling him back down successfully trapping him between your bodies.

You cover his face in kisses and listen to him whine and complain, but when you pull back to look at him, he has the biggest smile on his face.

"We love you, ya big softy."

dps in nyc is literally therapy but then you finish it, you’re sad cause you’re not friends with them, and watch it again.

here they talked of revolution

here it was they lit the flame

here they sang about tomorrow

and tomorrow never came.

Incredibly 'Man' Things You'd Find Them Doingˎˊ˗

this is sooooo funny. basically the guys being masculine.

Neil would sneak behind you to grab tea. Nothing said, just slipping his arm past your waist to get a kettle and make his morning earl grey. Gives you shivers lol.

Steven does your taxes for you. He'd insist you'd be there to give him warm company, but he'd distractedly put your leg up his lap and squeeze on your ankle. He lets it stay there, eyes focused, fingers gripping his pen and etching on whatever is necessary. He would pull you back if you even attempted going away.

Richard would have road rage. Not the annoying loans-it-on-you kind. It's the him yelling out "I've got my wife in the car. Steer right, you asshole!" kind. He's stuck with taking deep breaths the next few minutes, then kissing the back of your palm, "I'm sorry, honey"... after it he'll return being laser-focused on finding your destination. ^_^

Charlie fixes things; whether it's your porch swing that always creaks, the barbecue grill your family hasn't used in years, or the hole on the ceiling no one bothered to patch back up. One day you'll just find him with oil smothered all over his shirt, hands, chin. He comes up to you and when you ask him what he just did, he swings a towel on his neck and urges you back in. He's mister "Nothing, baby. I got it all covered."

Todd bites on things to stabilize them. Making a kite? The string is in mouth as he sticks the paper in place. Tracing the lawn fence? He has a marker on his mouth, closing it with a 'click!' when he's finished. He gives you a triumphant grin right after and you always melt.

Knox domineers for you in the sweetest most ugh way you could fathom. He'd speak to strangers when you're not feeling up for it, he'd order what you love off the menu as you hold onto his arm and snuggle against him, and he'll help you lift that huge pile of groceries to the house in one go. He gets all sweaty and panting after, and it really gets you.

Gerard rubs on your hips lovingly when you sit on his lap, all dreamy-eyed as he looks up to your eyes. He admires you so much, his girl, his woman. "You're my everything," he'd croak out so quietly, you barely heard it. It ends with you cooing at him, pampering him with love.

.........

dedicated to:

@someone-sss @sorazki @tofallatlastbutfair @shemisseshome @yournormalidiot @anderperry-soliloquies @unfortunately-lilith @heyyyloverr @theduckwithafroghat @marzcrx @dpspolariod @itslusii @blackestwhiteswan @awkwardducks @sleeping-arsonist @asuperconfusedgirl @ajsljfe @noam-isd

recommending the Dead Poets Society to everyone I meet with the jolliest smile that you'll ever see on my face because I am a little bit silly and extremely evil

yes, your honour, i made them yellow and blue to symbolize the brightness outside the closet and the darkness inside it, byler made me and i will NOT apologize !!

hii !! i dunno if ur still doing requests but toddler! reader with chameron where when they pick her up from daycare she’s holding like a little boy’s hand and says he’s her boyfriend and maybe chase is like “no, no guys until you’re 50” and cameron is just like “thats adorable” thank uu smm!!

Daycare Boy

Chameron x Daughter!Reader

Summary: Chase and Cameron come to pick you up from daycare only to find out you have a little boyfriend.

———

Chase was very protective of you, you were his baby girl after all, so when he got to your daycare with Cameron and saw you holding the hand of a little boy, well he wasn’t too pleased, to say the least. You had noticed your mummy and daddy walk through the door, momentarily letting go of the boy's hands to hug Cameron and Chase who knelt down to your height.

“Mummy! Daddy! You here!” You squealed, wrapping your tiny arms tightly around Cameron and nuzzling your face against her cheek.

Cameron chuckled softly, giving you a gentle squeeze as she hugged you back. “Hey, sweet girl! Mama missed you so much! Did you have a good day?”

You nodded excitedly, giggling happily. “Miss you too! Got boyfriend.” You took hold of the little boy's hand again so he could stand next to you in front of your parents.

Chase’s face dropped at the word ‘boyfriend’, boyfriend? You weren’t old enough to have a boyfriend! Meanwhile, Cameron was smiling and couldn’t help but awe. She thought it was too cute. She gave a little wave to the little boy and kissed your cheek. “A boyfriend? That’s so sweet!”

Chase crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. He shot Cameron a ‘really?’ look at hearing her say it was sweet. “No, no, no, no. Y/N you’re not allowed to date until you’re 50. No boyfriends.”

Your little face scrunched up, holding the little boy's hand tighter as you heard Chase say that boyfriends weren’t allowed. “No, Daddy. He my boyfriend, ‘kay?”

Chase shook his head, about to open his mouth to say something before Cameron cut in. “It’s okay, sweetheart, Daddy is just a bit surprised. He’s very happy you have such a close friend.”

You nodded, your frown turning into a happy grin. “Boyfriend.”

Cameron nodded, letting out a little giggle and running a hand through your hand. “Boyfriend, alright honey.”

Chase let out a small huff and rubbed his forehead, whispering to Cameron beside him. “Seriously? You’re not bothered by this? She’s 3!”

Cameron sighed, giving her husband a side-eye at his overdramatics. “Exactly, she’s 3. It’s just a harmless daycare crush, it’s not like they even know

what it means. They share snacks and hold hands in the library line, that’s how serious it gets.”

Chase sighed, picking you up and setting you on his hip, quickly watching you wave goodbye to the boy. “I guess… but she’s 3, she’s too young to have a boyfriend.”

Cameron smirked, signing you out on the little sheet of paper. “And what? You’re going to chase away every boyfriend by the time she’s finished college?”

Chase shrugged and followed Cameron out of the daycare and to the carpark. “Maybe, so what? Her heart doesn’t deserve to be broken and she’s better than all the jerks out there.”

Cameron rolled her eyes in amusement, unlocking the car and taking you from Chase’s arms to buckle you in your car seat. “You can worry about that in about 10 years, they’ll probably be ‘over’ by the end of the week. It’s not a committed relationship, they’re toddlers.”

Chase let out a small chuckle, getting into the driver's seat. “I’m just saying.”

You didn’t exactly mind what your dad thought, you didn’t see the harm in having a little crush. “I got boyfriend… I got boyfriend.”

Chase would always be protective of you, of course, he would be, he’s your dad. Though, he decided he could just let this innocent little daycare love slip, it was just innocent children being children. You’ll always be his baby girl and he’ll never stop trying to protect you.

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taste ━━━ suna rintarou & miya osamu

pairing. suna rintarou x fem!reader, miya osamu x fem!reader

summary. when your ex starts dating your least favourite person on campus, your ex-best friend from high school, you can’t help but feel a little betrayed. you quickly realise a way to get back at him: his best friend.

tags & warnings. blended smau, secret dating, friends to exes to lovers, friends to lovers, 2 endings, strong language, kms/kys/similar jokes, alcohol use, mental health issues and discussions, implied sex, sexual jokes and discussions, reader & characters have low self esteem, innuendos, cheating, ooc.

taglist. open! send an ask/reply to be added <3

status. ongoing

additional. any images i use for the character of y/n is only intended as a reference and not to imply that is what you look like. i am going to try my best to use diverse images for these references, however it may not always be possible. that being said, i do not own any reference images other than the general social media images.

profiles i || profiles ii

♡ = contains written portion

chapter one. boyfriend applications

chapter two. ask her

chapter three. theories

chapter four. boo you whore

chapter five. help is on the way, dear! ♡

chapter six. hell yeah plotting!

chapter seven. lame and vintage

chapter eight. ugly.

chapter nine. official member

chapter ten. road trip

chapter eleven. people change ♡

chapter twelve. lunch date! ♡

chapter thirteen. room swap ♡

chapter fourteen. bullies

chapter fifteen. petty queen

chapter sixteen. no more faking ♡

chapter seventeen. conspiracies

chapter eighteen. we good?

chapter nineteen. party trick

chapter twenty. milking a dead cow ♡

chapter twenty-one. it’s so joever

chapter twenty-two. tweaking out

chapter twenty-three. wrong twin

chapter twenty-four. regret ♡

chapter twenty-five. encouragement (in all the wrong ways)

chapter twenty-six. where’s the trust?

chapter twenty-seven. starter ♡

chapter twenty-eight. who looks bad now? ♡

chapter twenty-nine. we need answers!

chapter thirty. we need to talk.

chapter thirty-one. i’m so cooked ♡

chapter thirty-two. :/

RINTAROU ROUTE!

chapter one. the big leagues ♡

chapter two. 2 YEARS LATER

chapter three. is he self aware?

chapter four. 2 YEARS LATER

OSAMU ROUTE!

chapter one. when it matters ♡

chapter two. welcome to hyogo

chapter three. 2 YEARS LATER

chapter four. 1 YEAR LATER

you don't even get three episodes into tom and jerry before that faggot jerry uses mistletoe to get tom to stop chasing him and kiss him instead. and that faggot tom coquettishly complies.

JEALOUSY JEALOUSY | LEE BYUNG-HUN

PAIRING. lee byung-hun x actress!reader

REQUEST. I might have just found my fave blog... May i pretty please with a cherry on top have some lee byunghun with actress!girlfriend!y/n where they watch her show and he gets jealous because of a kiss scene but make it like its some vid for youtube like for GQ maybe and the fans analyzing like the jealousy Its fine if u dont want to tho

A/N. sorry I couldn’t answer directly to your request. btw I know the updates are slow. I’m back in college so I’m really trying to focus! Divider by @v6que !

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gq y/n y/ln and lee byung-hun take a walk down memory lane on our latest GQ&A.

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user12 no way they got them on GQ

byunghunswifey MY HUSBAND LOOKS TOO FINE

reagenxox omw to watch it 🫡

charliee_3.3 the look on his face

sukiwaterhouse @/yourusername look at you go!

iloveyn my favourite actress 💞

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yndailynews clips from y/n y/ln and her boyfriend lee byung-hun’s GQ&A video

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user face card never declines

jaime.lan1 did anyone catch the look on his face when they showed her kissing scene?

user7 @/jaime.lan1 FINALLY SOMEONE NOTICED!

maryssblog I didn’t even know he was dating someone

user4 my two favourite actors together

girlblogger the last picture…he looks like he wants to murder someone

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yourusername peace

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randomuser u got a possessive man

userr8 PRETTY

ynfanacc DID SHE NOTICE THE LOOK HE GAVE HER??

byunhunwifeyfr I wish I had your man

ynswifeyy WDYM PEACE? THAT LOOK MEANT THE OPPOSITE OF PEACE

yourfriendsuser I hate that u have a man🥲

byunghun0712

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byunhun0712 it doesn't matter...she's mine

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user2 IS HE TALKING ABOUT THE MOVIE!?

ynspookie @/user2 ofc he is

user3 making sure everybody knows that their together 😭

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ynsfandom she did that movie years agoooo move onnn

hater pretty sure you kissed other people too so….

user8 @/hater I thought it was cute

Peak tv

forza hamilton !

LEE BYUNG-HUN AND HIS CHARACTERS

HWANG IN-HO

‘till the end

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

controversially young girlfriend

actress!reader pt2

soft launching your relationship

being in a situationship

being in a secret relationship

announcing your pregnancy

birthday wishes

Them:

CRYING why would they do him like that

going to bed: thinking about lee byung hun

waking up: thinking about lee byung hun

at work: thinking about lee byung hun

literally feeling sick rn: still thinking about lee byung hun

Byung-hun in Mr Sunshine photo dump.

Oh, to be Ae-shin..

pls

need them both ngl

🥰 🥰 🥰 for @rjshope