Zoe_Pickles

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Requests are open btw

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Hi Guys welcome to my tumblr blog. My name is Zoe and I’m definitely new to writing fanfics but I will try my best.

I know some of the fics may suck but that’s fine it’s a learning process.

Anyways…

Thank you for looking at my blog! ❤︎⁠ ❤︎⁠ ❤︎⁠

Also most things are with female reader or gender neutral depending on the type of fic or person, so if you want with male or other reader just ask me and send in request ❤︎⁠ ❤︎⁠ ❤︎⁠

And here is my rules and people I write for stuff if you wanna look at that: linky loo

Here you will find all my writings: my library

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About me:

My Interests:

⋆ 5SOS

⋆ 1D

⋆ Teen Wolf

⋆ F1

⋆ Sturniolo Triplets (Big Chris girl)

⋆ AFL (I’m from Australia)

⋆ Musicals (Hamilton no. 1, Newsies, Dear Evan Hansen, Heathers, Catch me if you Can, so many won’t fit them all)

⋆ Music (some artists have been listed above here is some of my favourites (in no particular order: Conan Gray, Olivia Rodrigo, Harry Styles, Sombr, Niall Horan, Stray Kids, KATSEYE, Ella Red, PEGGY, Sofia Isella, Sabrina Carpenter, Ariana Grande, AURORA, Trueblood) there are many more these are just some)

⋆ Books (One of us is lying series, Heartstopper)

⋆ Movies (Maze Runner, The Hangover, Newsies)

⋆ Series (Gilmore Girls, Ginny and Georgia, plus more)

Fact about me:

⋆ I have fallen victim to many celebrities due to them being too hot for this earth, so that’s why I have resulted to fanfiction.

My Other Profiles:

Spotify

Wattpad

Capcut

Pinterest

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Of course hopefully this is what you wanted sorry it took a while to write

Love Zoe xxx

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The Same Shadows

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Luke Hemmings x reader

WARNINGS fluff, comfort, soft angst, emotional vulnerability, established relationship

Part 1

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Mornings with Luke Hemmings were quiet. Not silent—just soft. The kind of quiet where the world hadn’t fully caught up yet, where everything felt slower, gentler. Sunlight slipped through the curtains in thin, warm lines, landing across the bed in uneven patches.

Y/N was already awake. She usually was. Curled slightly into Luke’s side, half-hidden in one of his hoodies, her fingers loosely tangled in the fabric of his shirt like she’d fallen asleep holding on.

Luke noticed. He always noticed.

He shifted carefully, not wanting to wake her, but the movement was enough.

“You’re awake,” Y/N murmured, voice still thick with sleep.

He smiled a little, brushing his thumb softly over her hand. “So are you.”

“Mm. Don’t like mornings.”

“You say that every morning.”

“And I mean it every time.”

He huffed a quiet laugh. She didn’t move away—if anything, she shifted closer, resting her head properly against his chest now, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat like it was something grounding.

Luke let his hand settle on her back, slow and absent as he traced small patterns there.

It was quiet again. But not empty. Never empty.

“Hey,” she said after a moment.

“Yeah?”

There was a pause, like she was deciding whether to say it.

“Do you ever feel like… it’s going to catch up to you?”

Luke’s hand stilled slightly. “What do you mean?”

She exhaled softly. “Like the stuff you don’t talk about. The things you push down. Like one day it’s just going to—” she made a small motion with her hand, “—show up all at once.”

Luke didn’t answer straight away. He understood the question too well.

“Sometimes,” he admitted quietly.

She nodded against him, like she expected that answer. “I think about it a lot. Like I’m just waiting for it.”

Luke tilted his head slightly, looking down at her. “You don’t have to wait for it on your own.”

She smiled faintly at that, but it didn’t fully reach her eyes. “I know.”

But he could tell she didn’t fully believe it.

Luke shifted a little so he could see her better, his hand moving to gently tilt her chin up—just enough to get her to look at him.

“I mean it,” he said softly. “Whatever it is, whenever it hits—you’re not doing that alone.”

Her expression softened, something in her shoulders relaxing just slightly. “You say that like it’s easy.”

“It’s not,” he admitted. “But it’s easier than pretending it’s not there.”

A small silence settled between them.

“You’re good at saying the right thing,” she said after a moment.

He smiled faintly. “I’m really not.”

“You are with me.”

That made his chest tighten in a quiet, unfamiliar way.

“Probably because you already know what I’m thinking,” he said.

She huffed a soft laugh. “Yeah. That’s true.”

Luke brushed a piece of hair away from her face, his fingers lingering for just a second longer than necessary.

“You do that thing too, you know,” he added.

“What thing?”

“Where you act like you’re fine, even when you’re not.”

She groaned quietly, burying her face back into his chest. “Don’t call me out first thing in the morning.”

“I’m just saying.”

“I know.”

Another pause. Then, quieter—“I’m trying to be better about it.”

Luke’s hand returned to its place on her back, steady and warm. “You are. I can tell.”

She didn’t respond, but he felt the way she relaxed a little more into him. That was enough.

After a while, they both got up—slow, unhurried. The apartment stayed quiet as they moved around it together. Luke made coffee. Y/N leaned against the counter, still half-asleep, watching him like it was something interesting.

“You’re staring,” he pointed out.

“I like watching you do normal things,” she said.

“Making coffee is interesting now?”

“When you do it, yeah.”

He rolled his eyes, but there was a small smile there. “Alright.”

She reached for one of the mugs before he could stop her.

“Careful,” he said.

“I’m not a child.”

“You burned your hand yesterday.”

“That was one time.”

“It was yesterday.”

She laughed softly, taking the mug anyway.

Moments like this—small, quiet, a little messy—felt like something Luke didn’t want to lose. Because it wasn’t just about the big things. It was this. Y/N leaning against him while he stirred sugar into his coffee. Her hand finding his without thinking. The way neither of them felt like they had to fill every silence.

Later, they ended up back on the couch. A blanket thrown over both of them, some random show playing in the background that neither of them were really paying attention to. Her head rested on his shoulder this time, her fingers tracing absent patterns along his arm.

“Hey,” she said quietly.

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad it’s you.”

Luke didn’t respond immediately. He just turned his head slightly, resting it against hers.

“Me too.”

They stayed like that for a while. No pressure. No expectations. Just the quiet understanding that whatever they both carried—they didn’t have to carry it alone anymore.

And somehow, that made everything feel a little less heavy.

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Of course I can diva. Hopefully this good thanks for requesting.

Love Zoe xxx

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The Same Shadows

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Luke Hemmings x gn!reader

WARNINGS fluff, comfort, soft angst, emotional vulnerability, established relationship

Part 2

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Luke’s POV

I always noticed the little things about them.

Not because I was trying to. It just happened.

I noticed the way they smiled when they were trying not to laugh, the way they hummed quietly when they were comfortable, and the way they stole my hoodies and somehow acted like they had no idea where they went.

Especially that last one.

“Have you seen my hoodie?” I asked, looking around the room.

They looked up from the couch, completely innocent. “No.”

I narrowed my eyes. “You’re wearing it.”

They looked down at themselves, pretending to be surprised. “Oh.”

I laughed. “You’re terrible at lying.”

They smiled, pulling the sleeves over their hands. “Maybe I like your hoodies.”

“Maybe?”

“Okay,” they admitted. “I definitely like your hoodies.”

Moments like that were my favourite.

The simple ones. The ones nobody else saw.

Everyone saw the loud moments—the shows, the crowds, the busy schedules—but I loved the quiet ones. Them curled up beside me. Their head resting on my shoulder. The way they reached for my hand without even thinking.

Sometimes I wondered if they realised how much comfort they gave me without even trying.

Because they understood me.

Not the version people saw.

The real one.

“You’re thinking again,” they said.

I looked down at them. “What?”

They smiled. “You do that thing where you stare into space.”

I laughed softly. “You notice that?”

“Always.”

And there it was.

The same thing I loved about them.

They noticed me too.

“You know,” I said, “I think that’s why we work.”

“Because I steal your clothes?”

“Obviously.”

They laughed.

“But also because you get it.”

Their smile softened. “Get what?”

I shrugged slightly. “Me.”

The room went quiet for a moment.

Not awkward.

Just comfortable.

“I think you get me too,” they said.

And they were right.

Maybe we were both a little too good at pretending we were fine. Maybe we both overthought things. Maybe we both carried things we didn’t always talk about.

But with them, I never felt like I had to explain every little thing.

They just knew.

Later that night, we were lying in bed, their head resting against my chest while some random movie played in the background.

Neither of us were watching it.

“You asleep?” I whispered.

“No.”

“You answered too fast.”

They smiled against me. “Okay, maybe.”

I laughed quietly. “Thought so.”

They shifted slightly closer.

“I like this.”

“What?”

“This.”

I looked down at them.

“Just being here.”

I smiled. “Yeah. Me too.”

Because maybe that was the best thing about finding someone who understood you.

They didn’t make the hard moments disappear.

They just made them feel a little less heavy.

And honestly?

That was enough.

I pressed a kiss to the top of their head.

“Hey?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t steal any more of my hoodies.”

“No promises.”

I laughed.

And somehow, that felt exactly like home.

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I Can Hear Your Heartbeat

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Luke Hemmings x fem!reader

WARNINGS insomnia, anxiety, overthinking, mild emotional distress, hurt/comfort

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Luke Hemmings x Female Reader — “I’m Scared I’ll Never Sleep Again” Inspired (Same Room)

The room was quiet. Too quiet. You lay on your side, staring at the faint glow of streetlights slipping through the blinds, tracing soft lines across the walls. The city outside never really slept—but somehow, you still couldn’t.

Beside you, Luke was there. Close enough that you could feel the warmth of him through the sheets. Close enough that if you reached out, your fingers would brush his arm. And still—you couldn’t sleep.

You shifted slightly, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself. Your thoughts wouldn’t stop. They hadn’t all night. Every time you closed your eyes, your mind filled the silence—too loud, too fast, too much. It didn’t matter that he was right there. It didn’t matter that you weren’t alone. It still felt like something was off. Like your chest wouldn’t settle.

You let out a quiet breath, trying not to wake him.

“Hey.”

Your eyes flicked open. Of course he was awake. Luke Hemmings shifted beside you, his voice low and rough with sleep. “You okay?”

You hesitated. “Yeah,” you whispered.

He didn’t respond straight away. Then, softer—“You’re not.”

You swallowed, staring at the wall. “I can’t sleep.”

A pause. “Again?”

“Yeah.”

You heard the faint rustle of sheets as he turned onto his side, facing you now. “What’s going on in your head?” he asked gently.

You let out a small, tired laugh. “Everything.”

He didn’t push. Just waited.

“It’s like… even when I’m here, with you, my brain won’t shut up,” you admitted quietly. “And I don’t know how to turn it off.”

Another pause. “You feel it in your chest?” he asked.

You nodded faintly. “Yeah.”

“Like it won’t slow down?”

“Exactly.”

The mattress shifted slightly as he moved closer. Not sudden. Not overwhelming. Just enough. His hand found yours under the blanket, fingers lacing together gently. “Hey,” he murmured. “I’m right here.”

Your grip tightened slightly without thinking. “I know.”

“Then stay with me for a second, yeah?”

You nodded, even though your eyes were already closing again. “Breathe in,” he said quietly.

You followed. “Slow.”

You exhaled. “That’s it.”

His thumb brushed softly over your knuckles—absent, grounding. “Still too loud?” he asked.

“A little.”

“That’s okay.”

You turned your head slightly, finally looking at him. Even in the dim light, you could see the concern in his expression. “I hate this,” you whispered.

“I know.”

“I don’t even feel tired anymore. Just… stuck.”

He shifted a little closer again, his voice softer now. “Come here.”

You didn’t hesitate. You moved into him, your head resting against his chest, his arm wrapping around you instinctively. There. That felt—better. Not fixed. But better.

“I wish I could just switch it off,” you murmured against him.

His hand moved slowly along your arm, steady and calming. “You don’t have to,” he said. “Just let it slow down.”

You listened to his heartbeat. Steady. Consistent. Real.

“I keep thinking I won’t sleep,” you admitted. “Like what if I just… can’t?”

“You will,” he said softly. “You always do.”

“But what if—”

“Hey.”

His voice was gentle, but it stopped you. “You don’t have to figure that out right now.”

A pause. “Just stay here.”

Your breathing started to match his without you realising. In. Out. In. Out.

“Better?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah,” you whispered.

A small silence settled between you. This one wasn’t heavy. It was warm. Safe.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he added, almost under his breath.

Your fingers curled slightly into his shirt. “I know.”

Another pause. Then, softer—“Try to sleep.”

You closed your eyes again. This time, the noise in your head didn’t disappear. But it didn’t feel as overwhelming. Because he was there. Holding you. Keeping you grounded.

And slowly—without even realising when it happened—your body gave in. Your breathing evened out. Your grip loosened.

And for the first time that night—you fell asleep. Right there, beside him.

Of course girl. Just so know I have handled this carefully as I don’t want to trigger anything but enjoy I hope this is what you wanted.

Love Zoe xxx

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Breathe With Me

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Kimi Antonelli x fem!reader

WARNINGS eating disorder themes, panic attack, anxiety, emotional distress, hurt/comfort, non-graphic

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The garage felt wrong.

Too loud. Too bright. Too much.

You’d been standing there for a while, pretending to listen, pretending you were fine—but your thoughts were somewhere else entirely.

They had been all day.

Every little thing felt amplified. The way your clothes sat on you. The way your stomach felt. The way your mind wouldn’t just be quiet for a second.

You crossed your arms tighter over yourself, like that might hold everything in place.

It didn’t.

Your breathing started to feel uneven, your chest tightening in a way you recognised immediately—and hated.

Not here.

Not now.

You swallowed hard, trying to ground yourself, but your thoughts kept spiralling, fast and sharp and impossible to ignore.

Too much. Too much. Too much.

Your vision blurred slightly under the bright lights.

“Hey—”

You flinched a little at the voice, even though you knew it.

Kimi Antonelli stepped closer, his expression shifting the second he saw your face.

“Hey, look at me,” he said gently.

“I’m fine,” you said quickly.

It came out too fast. Too automatic.

He didn’t believe you.

“You don’t have to do that with me,” he said softly.

Something in your chest cracked at that.

Your breathing hitched, your hands tightening against your arms.

“I can’t—” your voice wavered. “I can’t think properly.”

“That’s okay,” he said immediately. “You don’t need to.”

The room tilted.

You swayed slightly, reaching out without thinking—and he caught you instantly.

“Easy,” he murmured, one arm steady around you as you leaned into him.

You didn’t fight it.

You couldn’t.

“I feel—” you swallowed, your voice smaller now. “I feel weird. Lightheaded.”

“I’ve got you,” he said, firm but calm. “Just stay with me.”

His hand rested against your back, moving slowly, grounding you.

“Can you breathe with me?” he asked quietly.

You nodded faintly.

“In… slow,” he guided, taking a steady breath you could follow. “And out.”

You tried.

It didn’t fix everything—but it helped. A little.

Your fingers curled into his shirt, holding on.

“I hate when my brain gets like this,” you whispered. “It just… doesn’t stop.”

He didn’t interrupt.

Just listened.

“It tells me things,” you added, quieter now. “And I know they’re not right, but they feel so loud.”

Kimi’s grip on you tightened just slightly—not restricting, just there.

“You don’t have to listen to it right now,” he said softly. “Just focus on me, yeah? Just this.”

Your breathing started to slow, uneven but improving.

The noise of the garage faded into the background again.

Not gone—but manageable.

“I’m right here,” he continued. “You’re okay.”

You rested your forehead lightly against his shoulder, eyes closing for a second.

“Sorry,” you murmured.

“No,” he said immediately. “Don’t apologise for that.”

A pause.

“You’re allowed to struggle.”

Your chest tightened again—but differently this time.

“I just don’t want you to see me like this.”

Kimi pulled back just enough to look at you properly.

“I want to see you,” he said simply. “All of you. Not just when it’s easy.”

You didn’t know what to say to that.

So you didn’t.

You just leaned back into him, letting yourself be held this time—not because you were about to fall, but because you needed it.

His arm stayed steady around you.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured again.

And slowly, the world didn’t feel quite so overwhelming anymore.

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Of course girly sorry I wasn’t able to get this post out sooner but here you go. Just want to tell you guys know I am now less busy as I’m on school holidays so I’m trying to write as many fics as I can.

Love you Zoe xxx

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Kimi Antonelli x reader

WARNINGS fluff, comfort, emotional reassurance, soft themes, reader distress comfort

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Kimi isn’t loud with his affection, but he’s always there when you need him. He notices when your mood shifts before you even say anything.

If you’re overwhelmed, he doesn’t ask too many questions straight away. He’ll just sit beside you, close enough that your shoulders touch, letting you calm down at your own pace.

His comfort is quiet but steady—like a hand gently resting over yours, or him pulling you slightly closer without making it a big moment.

When you finally do talk, he listens properly. No interrupting, no rushing you—just soft nods and the occasional quiet “I’m here.”

He has a really calming presence. Being around him makes everything feel a little less intense, like the world slows down for a bit.

If you’re having a bad day, he’ll subtly take care of things—making sure you’ve eaten, getting you water, staying nearby even if you don’t realise it.

He’s not overly affectionate in public, but in private he’s gentle and soft—resting his head near yours, small hugs that last a bit longer than expected.

Late at night is when he opens up more. If you can’t sleep, he’ll stay up with you, talking quietly or just sitting together in comfortable silence.

He sometimes speaks to you in Italian when you’re upset—soft, low, calming words that you don’t always fully understand but still feel.

If you try speaking Italian back to him, even just a few words, he’ll smile in that small, shy way and tell you you’re doing well.

When you’re really overwhelmed, he’ll guide you somewhere quieter, away from everything, and stay with you until you feel okay again.

He doesn’t always say “I love you” in big ways—but it’s in everything he does: staying, listening, and never making you feel alone.

When you start to feel better, he’ll gently lighten the mood—small jokes, soft smiles, just enough to bring you back without pushing too much.

Being with him feels safe. Not loud or overwhelming—just calm, steady, and real.

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Of course I can lovely I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Happy 14 years of Beside You!!!

Love Zoe xxx

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Under the Same Sky

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Calum hood x fem!reader

WARNINGS it is quite long, light angst, long distance, emotional themes, yearning, soft comfort

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The call came quickly.

Too quickly.

One minute Calum was beside you, his arm lazily draped over your shoulders, the quiet comfort of him something you barely even thought about anymore.

The next, he was packing.

A half-zipped suitcase sat open on the bed, clothes thrown in without much care. He moved fast, like if he slowed down even a little, he might not be able to leave at all.

You stood in the doorway, arms wrapped around yourself.

“You have to go now?” you asked, your voice softer than you meant it to be.

He paused, just for a second.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “Flight’s soon.”

You nodded, even though you didn’t want to.

Words felt… useless. Too small for something that felt this big.

Calum glanced at you again, and something in his expression shifted. Like he wanted to say more—but didn’t know how.

So instead, he crossed the room and pulled you into him.

“Hey,” he murmured into your hair.

“Don’t stay too long,” you whispered.

“I won’t.”

“Promise?”

He hesitated—just barely—but you felt it.

“…Promise.”

—

That night, your room felt unfamiliar.

Too big. Too quiet.

You lay awake, staring at the ceiling, phone resting on your chest. The world outside moved like normal—cars passing, distant voices—but everything inside felt still.

You wondered where he was.

If he was looking out a plane window, or already somewhere new. If he was thinking about you the same way you were thinking about him.

Your phone buzzed.

Calum: You awake?

You didn’t even hesitate.

You: Yeah

It took a second.

Then your phone rang.

“Hi,” you said, barely above a whisper.

“Hi,” he echoed.

There was background noise on his end—something distant, like an airport or a city that never really slept.

“I hate this part,” he admitted.

“Which part?”

“Leaving you.”

Your chest tightened.

“You’ll come back,” you said softly.

“I know.” A pause. “Doesn’t mean I like being away.”

You shifted onto your side, curling slightly into your pillow. “It’s weird without you here.”

“Yeah?” His voice softened.

“Yeah. I keep thinking I’ll hear you. Or that you’ll just… walk in.”

“I wish I could.”

Silence settled between you again—but not empty. Just full of everything neither of you could quite say out loud.

“I can’t sleep,” you admitted.

“Me neither.”

Another pause.

“Feels like something’s missing,” he said quietly.

You let out a small breath. “Yeah.”

Because it did.

—

Days passed like that.

Different places. Different time zones.

But always the same feeling.

You lying awake. Him somewhere under a different set of lights, trying to find the right words, never quite landing on them.

But he called anyway.

Always.

“Tell me something,” he’d say.

“Like what?”

“Anything. I just wanna hear you.”

So you filled the space between you with little things—stories, thoughts, random details that didn’t matter to anyone else.

But they mattered to him.

Because it was you.

—

One night, your voice got quieter.

“Stay on the phone,” you mumbled, half-asleep.

“I will,” Calum said instantly.

You smiled a little, eyes already closed.

“Feels like you’re here,” you murmured.

He didn’t answer straight away.

But when he did, his voice was softer than you’d ever heard it.

“I wish I was.”

A pause.

“Right there with you.”

Your breathing evened out.

And he stayed on the line, listening to it—like it was the closest thing he had to being beside you.

—

When he finally came back, it wasn’t dramatic.

No big moment.

Just the door opening.

Your name leaving his lips.

And suddenly, he was there.

Real.

Close.

You didn’t say anything—you just ran to him, arms wrapping tight around his middle.

He held you just as tight.

“Hey,” he breathed.

“You’re back.”

“Yeah.”

A small pause.

Then, quieter—

“Right where I’m supposed to be.”

And this time, there was no distance.

No silence.

Just you and him, in the same place again.

Finally.

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Lando Norris x reader

WARNINGS none

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He’s constantly playful. Teasing you, making jokes, starting fake arguments just to get a reaction—and he gets way too satisfied when he makes you laugh.

His humour is chaotic, a bit self-deprecating, and very quick. He’ll roast himself before anyone else can even think about it.

Gamer boyfriend energy is strong. He wants you to play with him, gets competitive instantly, and will absolutely talk trash—but it’s never serious. He lowkey loves when you beat him.

He’s not always great with deep emotional words, but he shows love through actions—texting you randomly, sending memes, wanting to be around you, and always checking in.

When he’s comfortable with you, he gets noticeably softer. Less chaotic, more relaxed, and a little clingy in a cute way.

Physical affection is playful at first—nudging you, pulling you into him, messing with your hands—but when he’s tired it turns into full-on cuddling without him even realising.

He can sleep anywhere. And that’s not an exaggeration. Couch? Gone. Car? Asleep instantly. Plane? Already asleep before takeoff.

He also just sleeps a lot. You’ll be watching something together and suddenly he’s knocked out next to you like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

You definitely have photos of him asleep in the weirdest positions—and he pretends to be annoyed but secretly doesn’t care.

Sometimes he falls asleep on you mid-moment—head on your shoulder, arm around you—and you’re just stuck there like “okay, I guess I’m not moving.”

When he’s tired, he gets extra soft and clingy without meaning to. Less jokes, more quiet presence, just wanting to be close.

He gets a bit shy if you compliment him seriously, but you can tell it sticks with him even if he laughs it off.

If you’re at a race, he tries to act normal, but he definitely notices you there—and it gives him a subtle confidence boost.

Late nights with him are always a mix of chaos and calm… until suddenly he just falls asleep mid-conversation and you’re left talking to a dead quiet room.

He sends you random messages throughout the day—memes, updates, “I’m bored,” or sometimes just a soft “miss you” when he’s away.

Even with all the chaos, he’s really steady in his own way. He makes you feel included in his world without making it complicated.

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Hey guys I was thinking lately to discontinue my teen wolf fics what do we think about that

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───୨ৎ───⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ───୨ৎ───

───୨ৎ───⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ───୨ৎ───

Oscar Piastri x gn!reader

WARNINGS none

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He’s very calm and composed on the outside, but with you he’s quietly funny—like blink-and-you-miss-it sarcasm that catches you off guard.

His humour is so dry that sometimes you genuinely don’t know if he’s joking… and he just lets you figure it out.

Not overly expressive with words, but he shows he cares through consistency—texting you, checking in, remembering things you said.

He’s lowkey affectionate. Not big dramatic gestures, but: sitting close to you, knees touching, hand resting on yours. It’s subtle but constant.

He loves when you understand his humour. If you match his sarcasm, you’ve basically won.

You’d get random one-liner texts from him that are either very sweet or very sarcastic—no in-between.

He’s not big on PDA, but he always makes sure you’re included—like quietly making space for you beside him or pulling you into conversations.

Race weekends = focused Oscar. But he still finds small moments to be with you, even if it’s just a quick “hi” and a smile.

If you’re at the track, he pretends it’s no big deal… but he definitely drives a little happier knowing you’re there.

He’s very steady emotionally. If you’re stressed or overwhelmed, he doesn’t panic—he just sits with you and helps you calm down.

His compliments are rare but elite. Like a simple “you look nice” from him will replay in your head all day.

He’d 100% tease you in interviews if your relationship was public—but in a very subtle, blink-and-you-miss-it way.

He enjoys normal, quiet time with you—watching something, eating, just existing together without pressure.

When he misses you, he won’t make it dramatic—but he’ll text more often or randomly call you.

You’re one of the few people who sees him fully relaxed—like softer smiles, quieter laughs, and a more open version of him.

───୨ৎ───⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ───୨ৎ───

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Ollie Bearman x gn!reader

WARNINGS angst, comfort, fluff, bittersweet and Ollie being a sad boy

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Ollie Bearman had barely stepped out of the car before the weight of everything caught up with him.

The garage was still alive with noise—engineers talking, screens updating, the race continuing somewhere out on track—but none of it reached him properly. His helmet was still half on when he walked straight through it all, eyes locked on one thing.

You.

You were near the back of the garage, half turned toward a monitor, but the second you saw him, everything else faded out. You didn’t wait for him to speak.

“Ollie—”

He didn’t even make it to a full stop before he reached you.

The frustration hit first. Then the disappointment. Then the fact he didn’t want to hold any of it in anymore. He pulled you into him tightly, and you went with it instantly—no hesitation, no space left between you.

You had to rise up onto your tiptoes to reach properly, your arms slipping around his neck and locking there like you were anchoring him to the moment. He was still in his race gear, still tense, still shaking slightly with everything he was trying not to say out loud.

“It’s okay,” you murmured straight away, voice soft but steady. “You did amazing out there. Seriously.”

One of your hands stayed at the back of his neck, fingers threading gently into the damp hair there, while the other rubbed slow, calming circles between his shoulders.

You leaned in and pressed a few gentle kisses to wherever you could reach—his temple, the edge of his cheek—small, grounding things that didn’t ask him to talk.

He exhaled shakily against you, holding on a little tighter like he needed the pressure to stay upright.

“I had it,” he muttered, voice rough with frustration. “I actually had it this time.”

“I know,” you said quietly, still on your tiptoes, still holding him close around the neck like you weren’t planning on letting go anytime soon. “And that’s what makes it hurt more. But it doesn’t erase what you did before that. You were incredible.”

He didn’t answer straight away. Just stayed there, breathing unevenly, letting the anger slowly drain into something heavier and quieter.

After a moment, you eased back just enough to look at him—but not far. You were still on your tiptoes, still holding onto his neck, your foreheads almost level.

“Do you want to watch the rest of the race with the boys who didn’t finished,” you asked gently, “or go somewhere quiet?”

His eyes flicked away for a second, jaw still tight.

“…Drivers’ room,” he said finally.

“Okay,” you nodded immediately, soft and sure. “C’mon.”

And you stayed close the entire way out of the garage, your hand not leaving him for long enough to let the disappointment feel like it was his alone to carry.

───୨ৎ───⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ───୨ৎ───

───୨ৎ───⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ───୨ৎ───

Kimi Antonelli x gn!reader

WARNINGS none

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He’s naturally quite reserved at first, but with you he becomes softer, more relaxed, and a lot more open over time.

He’s very observant. Notices the small changes in your mood instantly and checks in without making a big deal out of it.

His love language is quiet consistency. He shows up, stays close, and makes you feel steady even when life is hectic.

You start learning Italian because of him at first just for fun… but it slowly becomes something you genuinely love doing.

He thinks it’s really sweet when you try speaking it — even if you mess up a little, he never laughs at you in a mean way, just softly corrects you.

His voice in Italian?? Aaaahhhhh!!!You absolutely melt. When he speaks it naturally—whether he’s talking to his team or just casually—he notices how you go quiet and smile every time.

Eventually he starts switching into Italian when he’s talking to you without thinking, especially in calmer, more affectionate moments.

He’ll say little things like compliments or soft check-ins in Italian, and you’ll just sit there like “you can’t say that and expect me to be normal.”

He finds it funny how much you love it, but he also gets a little shy about it when he realises how much it affects you.

If you start responding in Italian, even simple sentences, he gets genuinely impressed and a bit proud of you.

He’s not super big on PDA, but in private he’s very gentle—small touches, staying close, letting you lean into him.

He opens up more over time, especially late at night, talking about pressure, racing, and his future goals.

When he misses you, he gets quieter—but his messages become more frequent and a bit more thoughtful.

If you’re at a race weekend, just hearing you say a few words in Italian to him before he goes out gives him a noticeable confidence boost.

Around you, he’s still focused and disciplined—but there’s a softer version of him that only you really see.

───୨ৎ───⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ───୨ৎ───

FLUFF ᡣ𐭩

ANGST ✮

COMFORT ❀

TENSION ꩜

BITTERSWEET ༄

HAPPY ENDING ✴︎

───୨ৎ───⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ───୨ৎ───

HEADCANONS

Your dating Kimi Antonelli

Kimi Antonelli x gn!reader

WARNINGS none

Fluff and comfort Kimi Antonelli ᡣ𐭩 ❀

Kimi Antonelli x gn!reader

WARNINGS fluff, comfort, emotional reassurance, soft themes, reader distress comfort

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ONESHOTS

Breathe With Me ᡣ𐭩 ❀ ✮

Kimi Antonelli x fem!reader

WARNINGS eating disorder themes, panic attack, anxiety, emotional distress, hurt/comfort, non-graphic

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FLUFF ᡣ𐭩

ANGST ✮

COMFORT ❀

TENSION ꩜

BITTERSWEET ༄

HAPPY ENDING ✴︎

───୨ৎ───⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ───୨ৎ───

HEADCANONS

Your dating Oscar Piastri

Oscar Piastri x gn!reader

WARNINGS none

───୨ৎ───⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ───୨ৎ───

ONESHOTS

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FLUFF ᡣ𐭩

ANGST ✮

COMFORT ❀

TENSION ꩜

BITTERSWEET ༄

HAPPY ENDING ✴︎

───୨ৎ───⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ───୨ৎ───

HEADCANONS

Your dating Lando Norris

Lando Norris x gn!reader

WARNINGS none

───୨ৎ───⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ───୨ৎ───

ONESHOTS

───୨ৎ───⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ───୨ৎ───

FLUFF ᡣ𐭩

ANGST ✮

COMFORT ❀

TENSION ꩜

BITTERSWEET ༄

HAPPY ENDING ✴︎

───୨ৎ───⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ───୨ৎ───

HEADCANONS

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ONESHOTS

───୨ৎ───⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ───୨ৎ───

FLUFF ᡣ𐭩

ANGST ✮

COMFORT ❀

TENSION ꩜

BITTERSWEET ༄

HAPPY ENDING ✴︎

───୨ৎ───⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ───୨ৎ───

HEADCANONS

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ONESHOTS