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granaidh · 5 months

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Hi! I hope you're doing well, and thank you for writing! Could you please write a little something for Lando where the reader is also a driver (but not his teammate) and she got into a big accident at the last gp of the year and it's taken her quite some time (like a few months) to get better, so she has to miss out on the whole next season of racing. A bunch of the drivers have visited her, but Lando hasnt , bc they had a fight before the last gp and also they were both unsure of what kind of relationship they had (like kind of friends but with soft touches, longing gazes, but no guts to make a move). And he finally decides to visit her while she's away on a retreat for her mental health or smth. I long for angst, but it can go and end in which ever way you'd imagine. Thank you!

mistakes — lando norris

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

summary: lando doesn't think before he speaks, and it quickly becomes apparent that he might be too scared to fix it.

warnings: serious injury to reader but not heavily described, casual sexism from lando, bit of angst

a/n: i'm actually proud of this at 2am but I'm sure when I reread it i'll be ashamed

The smell of flowers began to become sickly after a while. You’d never known that before. But as the small private hospital room overflowed, your senses were under constant assault to the point your head began to spin, and your nostrils burned day in and day out. You tried to push the frustration away, noting the flowers were from your friends and coworkers, with beautiful cards stacked up on the sterilised table next to you.

You sighed gently; you really were overreacting; they helped the room feel alive through your recovery, even if it left a bitter taste in your mouth. The orchids from George created a beautiful arch with their stem resting next to Alex’s arrangement of blue hydrangeas; you suspect Logan snuck his name on the bottom of the card, allowing yourself a light exhalation of air in humour at the flustered American, not wanting to overstep your very casual relationship. Lewis’s bouquet of peonies made your lip quiver lightly, while Fernando’s succulent calmed you down and reminded you of the practical nature of the Spanish man who taught you so much.

All the arrangements from coworkers you greeted so often, even if you weren’t close, made the tears well in your bottom lashes, fighting to keep the emotions at bay as you read the card definitely written by Susie from both herself and Toto wishing you all the best in your speedy recovery and return the track in the following season.

If you wanted to take one good thing from your crash, at least it was at the last race, your job fulfilled for the season, allowing you plenty of time to rot away in a hospital bed in Switzerland, far away from Milton Keynes and the extensive expectations placed on you.

Your phone flashed, a text from your teammate affectionately named in your phone ‘max v’ not to be confused with ‘max f’ or the mysterious just ‘max’ who you couldn't remember ever having in your phone. The photo was of himself, Daniel, Yuki and Christian dressed to the nines at the factory dinner. The accompanying text made you giggle, as most things from your Dutch teammate did.

“Don’t let my smile fool you, and I’m so close to ruining every sponsor this team has out of pure rage; I’ll take the blame if we have no seat next year. This suit is too tight, and if one more person asks me where you are thinking that I’m gonna give a scoop. I’m going to strangle them the way I should’ve strangled Ocon when I got the chance all those years ago. Even Daniel can’t make me feel better; I miss you being here. You would’ve judged people with me, gtg Christian barking orders again.”

You were glad Max was dealing with the dinner and not you. You last saw him a couple days ago. He dropped in with Daniel, completing your collection of flowers before forcing you to be sandwiched between them on your bed to watch a movie, finally allowing yourself to be reminded of everyday life as the two bickered and fought for a remote over your body. You didn’t stay awake for long.

The final delivery of flowers had been delivered by a charming Sebastian Vettel, who dropped in cuts of native flowers that he had brought specifically for you on his property, tied together with a repurposed ribbon from a gift you had given him years ago. However, there was a noticeable absence in the gifts surrounding you.

George arrived with Alex first, Logan trailing behind them, adding seeing you in a hospital bed to the third conversation you’d had outside of greetings. Then Bottas and Zhou with an accompanying Lewis. Fernando arrived with Oscar, allegedly heading back to the UK together afterwards. Toto dropped his flowers off at reception as you were asleep, and Yuki came with Pierre, followed by Lance and Esteban, and then Charles, who insisted on staying and catching up. Then Carlos, strangely followed by the dads of the grid, Nico and Kevin, who were far more concerned about your injuries than you expected. However, one substantial absence stood out to you.

Lando.

You knew you hadn’t left on the best of terms, but you didn’t expect him to not visit you at all. You had been in rehab, both physical and mental, for nearly two weeks now, with everyone managing to check in on you despite their busy schedules except Lando. Your crash hadn’t been pretty sure; slamming into a tire wall at 60g, passing out in the car, and getting hauled out of the upside-down chassis before getting rushed to the hospital wasn’t the best final display following your argument, but not enough to ignore you. He hadn’t even caused the crash. It was a racing incident between you and Carlos; neither of you could have avoided it; you just copped the heavier burden.

You underwent a battery of medical examinations, each a journey into uncertainty. In the X-ray room, the stark images of fractured bones mirrored the ache you felt, tangible evidence of the crash's impact. Inside the MRI chamber, the steady hum enveloped you, the machine's relentless probing revealing the hidden aftermath of the collision. It seemed to echo the pounding of your heart, a nervous symphony amidst the mechanical rhythms. Doctors' questions were like peeling layers, seeking not just physical wounds but the unseen injuries etched within. Each test marked a step toward understanding, painting a complex picture of recovery where visible injuries and unseen scars intertwined. Each evaluation was a mix of relief and apprehension, providing answers that formed a path to healing, a trail marked by uncertainty yet holding the promise of recovery.

The specialists' meticulous evaluations probed deeper into the fractures, soft tissue damage, and the corridors of your mind. Psychologists gently unravelled the knots of emotional trauma, exploring the depths of your psyche, where the crash had left its indelible mark. Their questions felt like delicate hands reaching into the recesses of your thoughts, seeking to mend the fragments of your peace. The psychological assessments uncovered the whispers of anxiety and the haunting spectre of post-traumatic stress, remnants of the crash that lingered within you. Every test result felt like a double-edged sword—confirmation of injuries and a roadmap toward recovery. The prognosis painted a journey marked by rehabilitation, a marathon of physical therapy, and a parallel track of counselling to tend to the unseen wounds.

Yet amidst the medical jargon and clinical assessments, a flicker of hope persisted—the assurance that eventually Lando would show up, flash that smile and quell all the horrible things you had both said before the race start. You grimaced at the memory.

The bustling paddock echoed with the symphony of mechanics preparing the cars, but amidst the controlled chaos, you and Lando engaged in your usual banter. Your race suits wrapped around your waists, both slowly hydrating before race preparation fully began. Your words, initially playful, began to bear the weight of deep insecurities.

“You seem pretty nervous, worried you’re not going to see the finish line again?” He smiled, his head tilted, eyelashes fluttering, not afraid to push your buttons at any given chance.

However, his teasing smirk faltered as your words struck a raw nerve. "At least I'm consistent, unlike someone. Your results have been all over the place all season, let alone your qualifying.”

The playful atmosphere shifted, an undercurrent of frustration tainting Lando's response. "Consistently average, you mean? You talk a lot for someone who hasn't even seen a world championship title in the absolute rockets Redbull have been building; your teammate will always outperform you.."

Your smile wavered, stung by the barb. "You're one to talk, Mr. 'Lando NoWins’' every season. Maybe if you stopped focusing on social media and YouTube content, you'd actually win something."

The words hung in the air, a charged silence enveloping them. Then, in a moment of unchecked frustration, Lando's retort cut through the atmosphere like a blade, "Maybe you should listen to the folks who say women don't belong in F1."

Your eyes widened in disbelief, hurt etching lines across your features. A heavy silence engulfed you both, the weight of Lando's words causing an irreparable breach in your banter. The unintentional insult lingered, an unexpected wound that pierced deeper than you initially intended.

You felt the sting of Lando's words like a visceral blow, the hurt and frustration twisting inside you. You turned on your heel, striding back toward your team garage without a comment. Your footsteps echoed loudly against the paddock floor, a resolute rhythm that matched the pounding of your heart, blood rushing to your ears. Ignoring the concerned glances of your crew, you brushed past, focus singular—preparing for the race ahead. The air hummed with an electric intensity as you suited up, the layers of protective gear around your face against the emotional turmoil swirling within, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

There was a steely determination etched on your face as you tightened the straps of your helmet, shutting yourself into a cocoon of concentration. The roar of the engines outside became your anchor, drowning out the echoes of the hurtful exchange. Silent and resolute, you climbed into the car, the cockpit becoming a sanctuary. Your jaw set in determination, you flicked switches and adjusted controls with precision, shutting out the world beyond the confines of the racing machine. Your eyes, usually bright with laughter, now held a fierce resolve as you rolled out of the garage, the determination to deliver a race that would drown out the hurt, speaking louder than any words you could utter. You sighed raggedly, the memory taunting you as you shakily stood up to make your way to your therapist's office, looking forward to speaking about how everything had played out.

"You know, doc, I thought I had it all figured out. I thought I could handle the pressure, the banter, the camaraderie. But that day, everything shattered. Every hurtful word was a crack in the facade I'd built. I thought I was tougher, stronger, but it turns out I'm just… human."

You sat in the therapist's office, the weight of Lando's words still heavy on your heart. The echo of that conversation on the track had ricocheted into every corner of your mind, leaving a maze of emotions you struggled to navigate.

"I wanted to prove him wrong, to prove everyone wrong. But those words... they cut so deep. It wasn't just a simple jab. It was everything I've fought against, the doubts, the stereotypes, all laid bare in a single sentence by someone I trusted."

Your therapist, a comforting presence amidst the storm within, listened attentively, offering a reassuring nod.

"I geared up for the race, determined to drown out the pain, to prove I was more than what he said. But as I sat there, strapped into the car, I realized I wasn't racing against the others anymore. I was racing against myself, against those doubts that suddenly felt louder than the roaring engines."

Tears welled in your eyes, a mix of frustration and vulnerability, emotions you'd kept at bay for too long now threatening to spill over.

"I wanted to prove that I could compartmentalize, that I could shove aside the hurt and focus on the race. But I couldn't, and it scared me. It was like I was driving blind, my mind clouded by everything he said."

The therapist's gentle gaze conveyed empathy, a silent encouragement to continue pouring out the tangled emotions.

"And now, they won't clear me. They say I'm not in the right headspace, that I need another week. But what if a week isn't enough? What if I can't shake off these doubts? What if I'm not strong enough to brush off those words and just race?"

The vulnerability in admitting these fears felt raw and exposed. The therapist's reassuring words offered a lifeline, a beacon of hope amidst the storm.

"I just... I want to race, to prove I belong here. But right now, I don't even know if I believe it myself."

The confines of his Monaco apartment felt suffocating, the glossy exterior a facade that failed to shield him from the turmoil. Lando's fingers drummed an erratic rhythm on the polished surface, a restless manifestation of his internal conflict.

The memory of their heated exchange replayed in his mind like a relentless loop, each word a shard that pierced through the armour of his racing persona. He had always navigated the paddock with ease, charming smiles and quick wit masking the tumult of emotions that roiled beneath the surface. But with your absence, the mask had slipped, revealing a vulnerability he hadn't reckoned with.

Regret clawed at him, a persistent ache in the pit of his stomach. "I should've been there," he muttered, the weight of those words heavy on his conscience. The realisation of not being by your side during your most vulnerable moments gnawed at him, a pang of gnawing guilt that begged for resolution. The retreat, whispered about in hushed tones among the racing circles, stood as a sanctuary amidst the chaos—a refuge where you sought solace for your fractured spirit. It beckoned to Lando like a beacon, a chance for redemption in the quiet comfort of nature.

The decision simmered within him, a tumultuous blend of apprehension and resolve. It wasn't solely about seeking forgiveness but an acknowledgment—a reckoning with the depth of his feelings that he'd buried beneath layers of uncertainty. As the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting hues of amber across the harbour, Lando made a choice. He would seek you out, traverse the distance to where you had found peace, and confront the storm he'd helped brew.

The journey to the retreat felt like a pilgrimage, each mile an introspective passage into the recesses of his own heart. With each passing mile, the layers of bravado peeled away, revealing a vulnerability he'd long kept shielded. The serene setting of the retreat, a stark contrast to the adrenaline-fueled tracks you had both grown accustomed to, seemed to mirror the quiet turmoil within him. The rustling leaves whispered of a chance for redemption, a fragile hope that clung to the edges of his conflicted heart.

Steeling himself, Lando walked the pathways to where you were staying. Each step felt like an echo of his hesitation, a testament to the emotional weight he carried. The consequence of his absence, the depth of his regret, and the burgeoning realisation of his feelings surged within him, propelling him forward.

The serene sanctuary of the retreat wrapped around you like a comforting shroud, nature’s symphony a balm to the chaotic discord within yourself. The sun dipped low on the horizon, painting the sky with strokes of soft pinks and fiery oranges, casting a serene hue over the landscape. Into this tranquil setting stepped an unexpected interruption—Lando. His sudden appearance punctured the peaceful bubble, jolting a concoction of emotions within you—shock mixed with uncertainty and a flicker of hesitant hope. As your eyes met, the unspoken weight of past conversations seemed to hang thick in the air.

"Hey," Lando's voice, typically confident, now bore a tremor of hesitation, an attempt to break through the thick blanket of silence.

"Hi," your response carried a symphony of emotions—guarded hope woven with the remnants of hurt and unresolved tension. The atmosphere crackled with an awkwardness so palpable it felt suffocating, a thick fog between you two. It was as if the tranquillity of the retreat intensified the discomfort, amplifying the awkwardness to an almost unbearable level.

"I... I'm sorry," Lando's words stumbled out, laden with regret. "For what I said. It was out of line. I was... I was frustrated, but that's no excuse." His apology seemed to echo in the quietude, each word a jarring note in the serene backdrop—a fragile bridge amidst the uncomfortable silence.

"It hurt," you confessed, the echoes of his words still ringing painfully. "It felt like everything I've fought against in my career was thrown back at me in that moment by the person I trusted the most." Lando's composure softened his admission, a mixture of regret and helplessness.

"I didn't mean it. I let my own insecurities cloud my judgment. And I should've been there for you, especially when you needed support." The admission felt like a rock lifting off your chest, yet the tension remained, wrapped tight around every word.

"I know. It's been tough, not just physically, but emotionally too," you admitted each syllable a struggle against the thickening tension. "I wanted you here but didn't know if I was ready to confront this." The confession lingered in the air, a painful echo amidst nature's serenity—a tentative step in the sad dance of awkwardness and unresolved emotions you were both partaking in. In the peaceful surroundings, amidst the beauty of nature's embrace, a strained encounter unfolded—a painfully awkward ballet of discomfort and unease, each word thick with the weight of past hurt and unspoken feelings.

Amidst the exchange, a gentle breeze rustled through the trees as if nature sought to alleviate the tension between you both. Now, a mere sliver above the horizon, the sun cast elongated shadows that danced across the landscape. You invited him in, allowing him to sit on the lounge. Lando's gaze softened, a silent plea evident in his eyes. "I've regretted my words since they left my mouth. They were careless, thoughtless..."

Your heart clenched at his vulnerability, his voice's rawness echoing your internal struggle. "I know," you replied softly, the hardness in your tone softening. "But it's not just about those words. The silence followed the absence when I needed someone." The weight of unspoken apologies hung between you, heavy yet fragile. It was as though the air crackled with the energy of unresolved emotions seeking solace in the tranquillity of the retreat.

"I should've been there," Lando confessed, his voice tinged with regret. "I let my own doubts cloud my judgment, and I failed you."

The admission was a tiny fissure in the wall of tension, a sliver of understanding breaking through the emotional barrier. "It's been hard," you admitted, the vulnerability of the moment embracing you. "I needed you, not just physically, but emotionally." The words lingered, suspended in the air, a fragile bridge attempting to span the chasm that had grown between you. The sun dipped further, casting a golden glow that seemed to infuse the charged atmosphere with a faint sense of hope. As the silence stretched, the symphony of nature resumed its soothing melody, offering a backdrop to the tentative reconciliation taking root amid the serene setting—a delicate beginning to healing wounds that ran deep.

Lando shifted, his features etched with a blend of remorse and determination. "I want to make it right, if you'll let me," he implored, the vulnerability in his words echoing the sincerity in his eyes.

Your heart wavered, torn between the ache of past hurt and the flicker of a desire for resolution. "I don't know if I can just forget everything," you admitted, the weight of uncertainty evident in your voice. The rustling leaves provided a natural rhythm to the conversation, a gentle reminder that even in discomfort, a cadence existed to life's complexities.

"I don't expect you to forget," Lando responded earnestly, a note of conviction underlying his words. "But I hope, in time, I can earn your forgiveness." The sincerity in his plea was palpable, a fragile bridge extending across the chasm of hurt. You searched his eyes, seeking reassurance, a sign that the rift between you could be bridged.

"I need time," you whispered the words, a plea for patience and understanding. A tentative truce hung between you—a silent agreement to navigate the path towards healing, acknowledging the wounds but willing to embark on the journey toward reconciliation. The symphony of nature continued, a reminder that harmonies were waiting to be rediscovered amidst life's dissonance.

The air hung heavy with even more unspoken words, the weight of past hurt and hesitation thickening the silence between you both. But amidst the tranquillity of the retreat, a fragile shift began to unfold—a faint glimmer of understanding breaking through the cloud of discomfort. Lando's gaze continued to soften, a silent plea for forgiveness and reconciliation mirrored in his eyes. "I want to make it right more than anything."

The tension seemed to dissolve, the air clearing as you felt the walls around your heart soften. "I... I want to try, too."

He closed the distance with hesitant steps, each movement tentative yet resolute. The warmth of his embrace enveloped you, pulling you into an embrace that felt like a homecoming—a silent promise of healing and renewal. "Forgive me," Lando's voice was a whisper against your ear, each word carrying the weight of his sincerity.

Tears threatened to spill as you buried your face in his chest, a mix of relief and vulnerability flooding over you. "I want to, Lando. I really do." In that moment, amidst the tranquil backdrop of the retreat, the barriers crumbled, leaving behind an outpouring of emotions too long-suppressed.

"I love you," he confessed, the words a melody of earnestness and devotion. "More than I ever knew was possible." The confession was a key, unlocking the floodgates of your own feelings.

"I love you too," you admitted each syllable, an echo of admiration and affection. "More than words could ever express." In a tender embrace, you found solace—a silent understanding that transcended the hurtful past. The kiss that followed was an affirmation, a sweet promise of starting anew—a union of hearts, mended and strengthened amidst the serenity of the retreat.

Lando made your food as you sat on the counter in the secluded haven of the retreat, time seeming to slow as you stood facing each other, a tapestry of emotions woven into the fabric of your comfortable shared silence. The fading sunlight casts a golden hue over the landscape, mirroring the warmth blossoming within you.

"I've missed this," Lando confessed softly, his voice hinting at vulnerability.

Your heart ached with longing as you met his gaze. "I've missed you too, Lando."

Your hesitance dissipated as Lando closed the distance, drawn to you by an invisible thread of shared history and unspoken promises. The tranquillity of the retreat cradled your tentative reunion, an embrace of renewal amidst the quietude of nature. "I've been a fool," Lando murmured, his regret palpable in the softness of his touch along your thighs.

Your defences continued to soften, a flicker of hope kindling within you. "I've been waiting for you." Your embrace deepened, a mutual understanding evolving with each shared breath. It was a moment of reconciliation, of letting go of past grievances and embracing the promise of a future together.

"I've loved you endlessly," Lando's admission was fervent, filled with a determination to make amends. Tears glistened in your eyes, a testament to the depth of your emotions. "I've never stopped loving you."

Your lips met in a tender kiss—a blend of forgiveness, yearning, and a silent vow to rewrite your story. It was a kiss that spoke of redemption, a reunion that promised to rewrite the script of their relationship. In the quiet whispers and the gentle caresses, you found solace—a shared resolve to nurture the love you’d reignited amidst the serene embrace of your retreat. As the tranquillity enveloped you both, the surroundings bore witness to your heartfelt reconciliation—a canvas painted with promises of love rekindled, crafted with unwavering devotion and the resilience to begin anew.

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sea-of-dust · 2 months

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MAKOTO YUKI x GN! Reader

Summary: Dating headcannons

N: I had this just rotting bro posting this with the event. Ik u don't read these angst jumpscare. Also DO NOT listen to Malice Mizer OR SWEET (p5) while reading fanfic or headcannons for this guy you'll cry 7 times

Hm? Is something your gonna hear alot. He notices everything. Sometimes he purposely doesn't push you to tell him, other times he's told by Yukari.

He knows when your troubled, you can tell when he knows what's going on as he tends to get a bit closer before going "hm?" You notice when he's trying to comfort you. Trying to be sneaky just makes it more obvious, it's even more odvious when he sneaks snacks to you near your door, like he isn't the first suspect.

"?" He lays his head on your shoulder slowly inching closer. "You look like you're fuming. Did something happen?" "Nothing much just a headache" "I see" you never feel his arms wrapped around while you as you stood next to him, soft hums comming from him.

Makoto tries to hide his affections in public. Limiting it to hand holding or subtle matching things you both had on your person. The fewer people the higher the chance of him taking a small snooze on your shoulder, you end up giving him piggybacks when he does this.

He let's you listen to music with him. At the cost of a small tease. "I wanna listen aswell..." You look away clearly flustered to ask this "and why would my dove want that?" "HUH" you look at him wide eyed seeing him smirk "BRO" "? I thought I was your boyfriend" and back to the straight faced s.e.e.s boy. This was his way of flustering you, calling you a random nickname and then acting like nothing happened, you always reset back to bro when he does this making it even better for him.

He wanders...alot. This guy would get lost in a supermarket and be like "oh I lost them..." and then find you calmly while you'd just panic about where he was. He always appears from nowhere when this happens. "I've looked everywhere jimpei I'm considering going into the fountain..." "you walk so fast" he burries himself into the nape of your neck, "I almost lost you again" you were so lucky jimpei was on the phone and not in person or you two would have never stopped getting teased when you got to school

If you ever wondered about s.e.e.s or ever wondered why he was always so tired, he'd act like he didn't hear you. "So what's s.e.e.s, heard it had something to do with some sorta time thing?" He'd be right next to you. You saw him peak up and just go back to staring into the void seconds later. "I know you heard me" you furrow your brows slightly but he just lays there for a bit moves his hair and then goes "huh?" "UGHHH" you're not getting him to budge

That would be the case if you didn't have a persona he'd still try to pretend he didn't know until you saved him from a few shadows. "How did you get knocked down by wind of all things imagine I blow and you and you get stunned" your persona deals with them easily while you help him up. "So what is this place my princess, my shawty bae, my-" "please...shut up" "nah baby girl you brought this on yourself" he sighs but he did enjoy the free piggy back ride so he pretended the wind hit him THAT hard.

"You're still carrying him around" Yukari cringes "he can barely keep his eyes open tho" "oh he'll live watch this" Yukari turns around "we're gonna go get a sna-" "don't say it infront of jimpei unspelled" he groans nuzzling back into your neck "told ya, get him off your back" easier said than done the guys like those theme park bracelets you'll never get him off. "Yukari let go of me" his voice a bit annoyed "no chance! Come on you gotta walk like the rest of us think of y/ns back!" You got him to walk...but he had to hold your hand and would almost drift off again if you haven't move away everytime you noticed. "Please try to stay awake were almost done" "...." You catch his head "don't lean on me, how about this you can rest once we get back to my room" he suddenly has enough energy to walk without leaning on you.

He loves whenever he goes to your dorm. It always feels so calm in there like some sorta checkpoint. Sometimes he gets there before you already laying there like it was his own room. "Welcome home" "oh minato- wait...howed you get in" "you left the door unlocked" "oh" he tries to use the 'just wanted to study with you excuse' nah the dudes there for every kind of sfw romantic thing you can think of. He's there to be called lover boy unironcally! "Funny how you aren't as sleepy during the night" you move closer to him "you're nocturnal" you joke playfully giving him a small kiss on the cheek. In actuality he had eaten a bunch of candy so he could stay awake with you.

Take him with you everywhere!! If you'd e-mail him about anything related to heading out you don't even have to invite him he'd just magically appear. You don't even have to say WHERE you're going. "How do you always know where I am?" "This place is small"

He'd know what your into without you telling him almost sniffing it out. "I thought you'd like this" he hands you a small gift watching you blush immensely. "Howed you know I liked this kinda stuff" "I figure stuff out quickly" he did have hints though. The way you acted the way you looked at things simular to it. it made it odvious you'd like one of those.

He hides when he's sick always trying to hold back coughs or sneezes he suffers in silence and would prefer it that way. Why? Because the first time he was sick infront of you or anyone else no one wanted to be around him incase it spread. You were willing to of course until Mitsuru put a ban on seeing him for the sake of everyone's health, you still got tests to deal with ya know! So now he just hides it trying to recover quickly. Can't say the same for you though "cough cough! Ah sorry I've had a really bad cold lately" all he needed to hear to have you carried back to your dorm after school. "When we're you able to manhandle me" "please take this" he hands you a small medicine cap expecting you to drink it from there. "It's just a cold" "colds don't have you coughing yourself into orbit for it to just be a casual one" sighing you gulp it down

He'll pretend to not know how to put on his ribbon and ask if you're able to help him. Then turn around pull it off and look at you with a "can you do it again" face. He just likes the way you tie it while you're on the train with him.

Fastest Emailer EVER. You'd think it would take him litteral years since he sometimes leaves people out to dry, according to jinpei, and then he'd respond at the speed of sound to you nearly as fast as the email sends.

You try to pitch his cheeks only to get him to revert to an angry cat. So you've resorted to softer smaller pinches, he dosent mind as much now just don't too it too often or he'll start pinching you too

He may like using yarn with you. Depends on how easy it is though. "What are you making?" "A heart bracelet a girl asked me to make for her and her boyfriend" he reaches for your hand "do you mind if I try this?" "Sure it's in the left drawer" he could barely make the heart at first but as soon as you got a clipboard involved it was a whole diffent story, he was a machine, you didn't know this at the time but you definitely accidently made a yarn bracelet monster. Must have found out they can be made into sp items. That's why there's a lock on the left drawer now, he never opened it without asking its just to keep him from getting ideas, it does the opposite

He has his flirtatious momments, mostly just because he wants to tease you. It starts with a perfectly silent momment, in the classroom when they finally let you sit with him, nearly asleep in a library, on very rare occasions tartarus, he'd smirk and then lock in for the absolute chaos he's about to cause. A simple lean into your ear whispering softly yet clearly "I want a kiss" your eyes would always widen but you'd also respond with a whisper back "now?" Clearly slightly baffled you kiss him on the cheek quickly. Oh but sometimes that isn't enough, sometimes he just wants to see you melt, rubbing his hand on your already flushed cheek he leans in drowsy eyes meeting yours "I want a bit more please" he does enjoy you cupping his face and kissing him. When he does stuff like that you thank the lord the sees memmbers split up or you two are pretty much alone together.

There are times he's tempted to kiss you and then act like he didn't do anything. Cheeks are his favorite you can barely see him comming,*chu*, and now he gets to tease you make you think he never did such a thing "stop kissing me while i study" "wadya mean" "you gotta study focus on that" "i wanna focus on you more" "huh?" Another quick kiss "you did it again" "i dunno what youre talking about" exhaling you kiss him under the eye "lets get back to studying before it gets too late" and then hed lean onto your shoulder. He wants you to catch him more often

"I bought a camera! Let's take a few snaps, just the two of us!, "I don't see why not" holding the camrea steady, you take a picture of the shell he found. *SNAP* a picture of him looking out on the beach. *SNAP* "Why are you taking so many of me?" "I want you to last forever" putting the camrea down and walking toward him, he reaches his hand out. "Oh sure" you give it to him and he holds it up, making sure you're both in frame. *SNAP* a picture with both of you smiling as the sun sets on the beach. Softly looking at your features, his eyes land on ur lips, then cheek, eyes, then back to your cheek again. Smiling to himself, he holds it up again "you mind if we take another?" "Alright" *SNAP* soft lips press your cheek the momment the camera flashes. "You mind if I get another, the picture might be a bit blurry" with a rare smile on his face he pockets the picture. You covering the cheek he had just kissed. "Sure..." still surprised you lean into him smiling as the shyness gets to you. *SNAP* another kiss, happy with the photo he turns to you. "Do you have any plans after this?" "No it's straight to the dorm for me" "perfect" "?"

As you two walk home after changing clothes, he seemed to be more bright than usual as you wondered why, you were happy you got to see him smile like that. "I have something for you" "really? Me too!" "I'll meet you in your room then" hugging you before he leaves to his room to pick up your gift you collect what you had gotten for him, a DVD, a small bag with candies, and a rare jack frost you had won that you've customized to look like him. As soon as he opens the door you try to hide your gifts behind your back. "I can see them" "No you cant" softly giggling to himself he closed the door and gave you a case with a small bag with it. "Well since you've already seen then" you slide over the minato frost with the other things on its lap. "I saw someone do it on the internet and wanted to make one of you..." averting his eyes afraid he may not like it. He grabs its hands, then it's crocheted hair "it looks just like me" he pulls its cheeks. "And this is what I got for you" giving you the case and small bag. You decide to open the case first. Inside was a pair of headphones and a music player the same model as his. "How'd you know I wanted one?" "You eye mine alot, so I just figured" without much thought, you kissed his cheek "I don't know if I could put into words how thankful I am" You kiss him again. Excitedly, you open the small bag, revealing a bunch of stickers. "I wanted to decorate this with you if you don't mind" "I don't see why not" you excitedly put the sticker on his face then the case almost 5 stickers later his face again. "You look so cute with them all over you" "right back at you" giggling at his joke, you cover the player carefully in stickers with him. He even showed you how he put his music onto them.

Eventually what nearly always happens when he's in your room happens, his soft eyes flutter shut while laying on your bed the frost that looks just like him in hand. *SNAP* *SNAP* the opportunity was just too good to pass up, one for you and one for him to wake up to. You lay next to him moving his hair as to see both eyes. "Sweet dreams" your eyes grow heavy as they close. Days were sweet after that though you did notice him being a bit more busy, you didn't even notice when January ended, and he was nowhere to be seen. You asked most of the people you knew that spoke to him but they just ended up near teary eyed or near unable to say a word about it. "He's in a coma" Jinpei finally is able to croak out, "we don't know what happened to him" you feel your heart drop at his words, near running to the hospital after school and laying by his side. He looked so peaceful, you'd wonder what he was experiencing. Holding his hand for what seemed like it could be the final time you left, it felt a bit scary walking home without him with you.

You put on the music player he gave you, all covered in stickers he helped you put on. "Burn my dread...full moon full life...memmories of-" you hault finding yourself at the dorm, you go in, putting your hands in your pocket, reminding you of him, accidently touching his spare key he gave you, your mind suddenly asked you to go into his room. It felt like snooping, but the thought just wouldn't let you go. Opening the door, you find something on his desk, a letter along with a few pictures. "I may have forgotten to ask someone to give this to you, but I hope it someday reaches you, I'm writing this just in case something bad happens to me, I'm gonna miss seeing you when I wake up and waking up before you. All those candies I ate from you because I wanted to stay up late, all the times I've gotten free piggyback rides around town. I'm gonna miss you above all. I'm sorry I took your camera" getting to that part you look at the pictures on the desk one of him sleeping with the frost you made him, one of you trying on his sees uniform. "To be fair you already seen most of them, I just thought that if anything happened you'd want some of me" scattering them multiple pictures of him trying on your accessories, pictures of him smiling widely at your favorite places, pictures of him trying diffrent hairstyles. "I've bought a replacement film in advance, if you need to you can take my jacket and the mako-frost. They'll keep you warm" You look at more pictures, pictures of you and him, the kiss at the beach, you napping on him, a picture of you crocheting. "If push comes to shove, don't forget about me, keep living on, Makoto ps: thanks for letting me get this close to you"

#persona 3 #minato arisato #makoto yuki #gender neutral reader #fluff #headcannons #persona #persona 3 reload #angst #p3 x reader #p3 protagonist #p3 protag x reader #makoto yuki x reader #x reader #minato arisato x reader

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agendabymooner · 10 months

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9 to 5 || spin-off (f1 drivers series) - cast + playlist

Summary: Lorelei Hester ‘Lester’ Alessandro is a bassist first and Daniel Ricciardo’s partner second. But it seems like another role is added to her resume as she begins her weekend in Baku as Toto Wolff’s children’s babysitter. The Wolff kids gather the attention of all as they wreak havoc in the paddock and the hospitalities.

Content warning (not updated): family-centric content, tooth-rotting fluff, brief use of explicit language, people trying not to swear in front of children, sickness, Toto scaring half the grid, Hearth sister!OFC x Max Verstappen relationship mentioned, Hearth sister!OFC x Charles Leclerc relationship mentioned.

Note: Chances are I'm going to be publishing these by scenarios? You'll see. I think. Enjoy knowing the original characters! xx

THE ORIGINAL FIVE

Lorelei Hester 'Lester' Alessandro - the italian paddock princess

daniel ricciardo's biggest fan (on-and-off the grid). less messy as of 2023. scared of toto wolff even if she's friends with his wife. also known as Zia Lori, Tante Lori and Aunt Lolo. nanny for the weekend.

Tilly Marie Ford Wolff (née Hearth) - lady boss

the wolff mother. probably gave birth to three toto wolffs. had stolen the hearts of the grid (might do it again by proxy). current situation: at home in london due to baby adelmo's unfortunate case of croup. thank god for toto, she didn't have to spend her weekend worrying about three kids under six.

Stevie Marlene Ford Hamilton (née Hearth) - ferrari's biggest threat

actually the person who keeps encouraging charles to go off in front of the camera since no one in the team would listen to her proposal to give the drivers a proper strategy. also known as Tie Stevie. current situation: cannot attend the baku race weekend due to her own work commitments, leaving toto no choice but watch the kids over by himself.

Sylvie Edson Ford Hearth - red bull's biggest non-driving menace

gives christian horner a run for his money whenever possible (has expressed her blatant dislike for him on tv but she still "respects" him to an extent; she likes toto better). max verstappen's lady macbeth. also known as Aunnie Vie (no 't' in auntie). current situation: cannot cause minor inconvenience in the red bull garage at the moment due to her photoshoot gigs and paperworks waiting for her in her red bull headquarters office.

Aimee Yael Edmundson Hearth - the more-private hearth sister

is on the lookout to make sure that lando norris and oscar piastri doesn't say anything that can jeopardize their own careers. the only sister who doesn't like to be in front of the camera. on toto's protection list. also known as Auntie A. current situation: won't be attending the baku race weekend due to some unknown reason. something about staying in monaco with charles' mother, pascale.

FEATURED CHARACTERS

toto wolff. daniel ricciardo. lando norris. max verstappen. charles leclerc. lewis hamilton. oscar piastri. mick schumacher. logan sargeant. carlos sainz jr. fernando alonso. alex albon. george russell. sergio perez. pierre gasly. esteban ocon. yuki tsunoda.

PLAYLIST (to bop to)

9 to 5 - dolly parton. love grows (where my rosemary goes) - edison lighthouse. the adults are talking - the strokes. honey, honey - abba. be my baby - the ronettes. isn't she lovely - stevie wonder. vienna - billy joel. i love rock 'n roll - joan jett & the blackhearts. put your records on - corinne bailey rae. walking on sunshine - katrina & the waves. smooth operator - sade. hey lover - the daughters of eve.

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aztecbrujeria · 1 year

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Morning Lazy Sex with Fukuzawa

NSFW TW: Pre consented Somno, F! Reader, Vaginal penetration, Kissing, Moaning, Sweetness to rot the teeth, Clit Stim, BDE, Lazy Morning

AGAIN, HEMORRHOIDS UNDER THE AGE OF 18 FUCK ALL THE WAY OFF 🖕🏼

Yukichi awoke to the twilight meeting the dawn, you’d left the window open and he could hear the rain drizzle outside while a temperate breeze from the bay kissed the sheers. He turned to see your sweet face in peace as your pillow soft lips were slightly parted and your curves on display by the light summer blanket. The more he looked at your sleeping form he had the sudden urge to make those lips part wider to call his name.

His felt himself get hard at the thought of how wet you’d be right now. He could feel his sensitive tip graze the fabric making him reach down to cup and slowly fist himself. He watched you turn to your side and when your ass jiggled against him he heard your soft sleepy moan.

Carefully turning he snakes his arms around your center and caresses your curves until his hand found the center of your meaty thighs. He began to kiss your shoulder and neck, slow methodical thrusts against your barely there panties, his fingers slipped beneath the delicate fabric and slide through your slick folds. He moaned into your ear quietly as he felt the way he throbbed against the plush of your ass. God you were soft, the way he squeezed around your tummy and felt you grind against him. More and more his fingers worked you up higher and higher you felt the beginnings of your aching orgasm as your eyes slowly fluttered open.

“Yuki…” you moaned quietly into the early mornings hours.

“My sweet delicacy…mmmmm…I couldn’t help it you look so delicious the way you sleep and your perfect rolls and curves the way they lay under that blanket.”

Reaching back you cupped the side of his face as you heard how he moaned into you when you opened your thighs to let him slide his expert fingers inside of you one then two to open you up. His hand slowly pumping in and out of your sloppy pussy the sound of your arousal squelching around his thick digits. You called his name as he took his time while you kissed him walls fluttering around his fingers. His throbbing cock leaving a patch of sticky pre against your panties that slowly traveled down your legs.

“Yuki, please, more…n-need…ahhhh…want you inside please daddy…”

He almost came hearing you ask so sweetly.

“Of course darling help me guide it in kitten.”

His voice sent shivers down your spine while you slid your panties off and reached behind your ass to guide his twitching erection to your opening. The tip was thick and he knew you’d have to take your time and carefully take it in as his girth always made your legs shake. He hissed in the pure pleasure and agony of how hot and moist your cunt was as you took every inch slowly. Once you felt his heavy sack press into you, you looked back searching for his lips.

“I’m gonna take my time with you kitten. Kunikida can run the office for a late start.”

There the morning was spent with Yukichi giving sweet praises and body worship as he slowly thrusted and kissed you filling you up as many times as he made you cum…

#bungo stray dogs #fukuzawa yukichi #president fukuzawa #bsd x reader #bsd President

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emilycollins00 · 9 months

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Hi!!! :3. I was wondering if you could write something for Omi, please? Like a scenario where he is between confessing his feelings for you or keep them to himself. Sorry if this bother you, but currently im in a Omi brainrot 😭😭. I really love your style and writing 💕💕💕💕

Omi brain-rot is REAL and it’s such a state to be you are so strong nana/j I focused a bit more on his own monologue regarding the situation. Hope it’s okay?

Please enjoy! 💕

Giving the heart a rest (OmixReader)

Despite what many might say, Omi was not the best at dealing with feelings. Not all feelings, of course— More like his own. And out of those, the ones specifically related to you. Kinda.

He had definitely tried to pay no mind to them at first. Part of him focused on believing the sensations he felt when your name popped among his notifications—or every time he saw you smile— must have been what his loved ones brought. He felt like himself the more time he spent with you. Recharged. Strong. It hadn’t been since he first entered Mankai that he had felt so at ease with someone.

So why ruin it thinking about his feelings?

Maybe that was not the exact word.

In any case, the autumn member hadn’t wanted to put a name to any of it. If he could have chosen, things could have stayed that way forever and he would have been happy in his obliviousness. But the fact simply dawned on him one day, right after a random conversation with you that had zero connections to romance in the slightest. That’s when Omi knew.

And it was scary, somehow. Being aware of these newfound feelings for you.

He left the tray of petit fours resting on the kitchen table right next to the previous midnight snack he had prepared that evening, a few hours ago. These new ones were made with bits of strawberries and lemon. A few would enjoy them, Omi hoped.

He was beginning to wash the utensils when the door to the kitchen opened.

“Oh, it’s Ma.”

Immediately recognizing the voice, Omi pecked from the counter, hands still wet. “Yuki? It’s rare to see you up this late.” he looked at the clock on the wall confirming the time. Yeah, four in the morning was definitely out of the young man’s usual schedule, especially when they were on a break in between plays. “You okay? Want me to make you some tea?”

The young man shrugged, but didn’t seem completely opposed to the idea since he walked in. Omi began to heat the pot. “The hack has been preparing for an audition of some sort again,” he muttered while sitting on one of the chairs. “Decided to leave him talking to himself. I’m too tired to argue with his empty-head.”

“I see. I’ll prepare some tea for him too then.”

Yuki hummed. He stared for a while, watching the main cook of Mankai move around the pots in the silence of the night. He then glanced at the table and turned back to the him one more time before breaking the silence. “So, what’s up with the stress-cooking.”

The actor gave a quick chuckle, not really looking up. “Just a thought or two I couldn’t shake.”

“About?”

“It’s… complicated.”

No comment following that sentence came from either of them.

Part of Omi was thankful. It wasn’t that he didn’t trusted Yuki (or anyone in Mankai for that matter, that was out of the question) but even he didn’t know how to voice his thoughts or organize them in his head, so verbalizing them was a whole new level.

Which one was really the best choice? To keep it inside forever seemed easier. Telling you… he couldn’t fathom imagining your expression. Would you feel; forced? uncomfortable? open to the possibility of considering him? He was sure everyone would wholeheartedly tell him to follow his heart. To go for it. Hell, he would have said it as well had the person not been… himself. And yet, there was something that didn’t feel right no matter what he chose.

Or maybe it was just this personal pressure he liked to put himself under, as Izumi and Sakyo sometimes said.

“Is it about Y/N?”

The cup he was filling almost fell when his body jerked on his own, a bit of the hot tea scattering over the counter, making Omi contain a yelp.

Talk about abrupt.

Then again, maybe he shouldn’t have been as surprised. You had visited the dorm after all, albeit only a few times as a favor to help him take photos of some troupes’ outfits for an upcoming play. If anyone could have noticed something... it really might have been Yuki.

The boy in question scoffed at his behaviour, as if he had been aware of what would happen if he mentioned you.

“Don’t look too surprised, I just took a shot. You have quite the walls put up, Ma.”

Omi continued to stay silent. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of being found out, but there was something awkward in having someone reading him like that.

“I like them.” Yuki continued talking as he watched Omi clean the bit of mess, unimpressed. “Not that I’ve talked much with them to have a fully detailed opinion but… you feel different.”

“Different?”

“Gentler, I guess,” he offered. “Which honestly didn’t think was possible— I even asked the dumb dog if you two were dating. He had no clue.”

Omi’s eyes flashed. Yuki didn’t seem to notice, stretching his hand to grab the newly made pastries. He took a bite before speaking again. “So? You trying to think of a way to invite them out or something?”

Once the main problem came up in the air Omi’s shoulder fell. There it was again, that unknown pressure on his chest. “I… don’t know.” He eventually answered. There was no point in trying to hide what Yuki had said so far was not true. He had never been good at lying anyway. Or at being completely honest with himself either. “I don’t think they would want that.”

Yeah… yeah. Maybe it all came down to that. Maybe he didn’t feel worthy enough. And you definitely deserved better than someone with doubts like him.

“Well that is the stupidest thing I’ve heard.”

For the second time in that night, Omi almost dropped the liquid of the cups while straining the tea. Even if being overly direct was one of the main characteristics of Yuki’s personality, he had toned them down over the years, though it seemed this time he could have helped stopping himself. Maybe because Omi deserved it. The autumn member let a hollow laugh, and placed the teacups on the table for the summer actor to take.

“Sorry.” He tried to smile while nodding. “Guess it doesn’t make much sense all this thinking.”

Yuki’s eyebrow rose. “I didn’t really say it to scold you or anything, it doesn’t really concern me.” the young actor sighed deeply and rested his head on his hand. “It’s just surprising, hearing you doubt youserlf over something like this since you tend to be so easy... or maybe not.”

“I don’t—”

“You are overthinking this way more than you should, is what I meant. I bet you are probably imagining how they would react to something you would say, something you wouldn’t say, how would they feel if you didn’t say anything...” He motioned waving his hands rolling his eyes. “It’s your choice Ma but honestly, you should let them have a say in this.”

Yuki took the teacups, thanked Omi and that was the end of their conversation.

“Omi, over here!”

Calm down, you. He tried his best to smile like usual. It comes to him better than he imagined considering he didn’t get that much sleep. “Hey. You’re early.” He stopped the motorbike in front of your meeting spot and opened the back to looking for the other helmet, careful of not moving the cameras and equipment too much.

You made a proud noise. “Well, it’s not always I can ride on your motorbike. Plus, I thought if we finish the job early we could take a look around the place before coming back? There’s quite that garden near the job location.”

“Oh.” He blinked, then smiled. “…Sure, I don’t have anything planned after this.”

“Then let’s take those photos as soon as possible!” You clapped excited, beginning to put the helmet yourself. He merely laughed, turning on the bike once he felt your arms firmly around him.

“What’s the name of the employer again?” he opted to make conversation, trying to focus on something other than your touch. “Hinata Mamoru and Hinata…” You made a thinking sound from behind.

“Hanabi-san, I think. Yesterday Honda-san told me before leaving that they wanted us to…”

Neither of you were expert in the photography industry. If anything, Omi should call you his superior for having been working on the studio one month before he was hired (you were always quick to dismiss that fact), which made the fact of you two being assigned a task outside to be quite exciting. Omi continued listening to your voice and decided for a moment to enjoy the moment. Just you and him doing what you liked.

Of course, whether that could be called good or bad luck, the job had ended much earlier than expected- the weather had helped incredibly, and there was something about working outdoors that helped Omi’s sense become cleared. As of now, phone calls ended, both of you were walking around the park you had been recommended.

“Cloud Haze Garden first, then we go to…” You scrolled along your phone, where you had a map of the place saved. "The Udon diaries?" you turned waiting for his opinion. "What do you think?”

He gives the okay, your face beaming immediately. And it might sound cliché, but Omi loved seeing you enjoying yourself like this. He always hoped you could be yourself with him like he felt with you.

Continuing small talk, your feet lead you to the Garden. You felt your breath taken away by the sight of the flowers and were quick to take pictures, walking around and talking with Omi as you did.

You then ventured towards the Rose Garden, past a section fashioned to look European. You bent down a little, taking some more photographs of the flowers. "They're beautiful." You smiled, eyes following the trail the way.

You didn’t see the way Omi looked at you—you were far too distracted by the roses to notice.

"They are." He agreed quietly.

His gaze burned.

The words didn’t register until he finished speaking. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Sounds serious.”

You said it as a joke since the comment had come up from nowhere, but the way Omi’s body tensed and his smile didn’t fully reach his eyes prompted you to frown quickly. The air seemed suddenly charged with a mix of uncertainty and eagerness, making you lower your phone. “You okay?”

“Yes.” maybe he answered too fast. A few birds chirped in the distance. He took some air. “It’s nothing important. I’ve just been giving… something more thoughts on my own rather than just… sorry I’m doing it again.” He laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s been difficult to put it into words.”

You hummed, opting to continue walking, as to not make it uncomfortable. It was unusual to say the least to see Omi as preoccupied as he currently looked. You also didn’t like the way his golden eyes kept running away from yours. “Everything okay back at the dorm?”

You two reach a new section of the garden, more tropical. It’s a quite humid as well.

He blinks, as if his theatre was the last thing on his mind. “Oh yeah, everyone is doing fine.”

“I see. That’s good then.”

You decided to stop trying to come up with something—outloud, that is. Your own mind was picturing every possible situation a person like Omi could be having trouble with. And honestly? You were miserably failing. He had told you his brothers had begun their high school studies but they seemed fine. Work had been a pain in the ass lately but everyone loved Omi (who didn’t) so the only option was the worst one.

You halted and turned. “Is it something I did?”

His face almost went white. “No!” That he didn’t hesitate to answer. “No,” he shook his head. “It’s…”

You continue waiting for him to say something, but there was this loss for words. Why had he said anything in the first place? He wasnt like this and both of you knew it. He felt like a kid, not knowing where to start, how to sort his ideas through, or even how to will his tongue to make sense.

I like you. A lot. More than a lot. More than friends are supposed to.

Omi's heart skipped a beat at the trace of worry forming in your eyes. He was making this more difficult that it should, and you shouldn’t be having to be this uncomfortable because of him. He internally groaned. If he was supposed to be as perfect as everyone used to say, he would like to see someone come and do worse than he was doing at the moment.

Another section, this time the air is clearer. You could even see a small pond with quite the variety of flowers surrounding it, but you both continued walking. Slowling the pace a bit more than before. You had never seen Omi this… terrified.

Well, not terrified, but conflicted? Yeah.

You glanced at him, and your heart squeezed. You don’t dare to rush him this time either, but eventually—mercifully— he nods.

“I am… a bit scared.” Talking felt robotic.

“I would never judge you, Omi.”

“I know.”

You may not feel the same but please-

“You know you can count on me.”

A piece of his stomach sank. “I know.” Of course he knew.

Don’t stop talking to me.

Omi raised his head. He was an idiot. And you would always be too good for him.

Say it, Omi.

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?”

Tell them dammit!

Hesitating one last time and with his heart pounding in his chest, Omi looked at you. He watched your face, followed the familiar lines, dips and curves of your features. Your eyes, bright, staring right back into his in the middle of the garden. He drank off the view.

He imagined his entire life searching for the feelings you evoked in him. He wasn’t sure he would be able to find them again.

His voice went shaky when he finally spoke—barely a whisper, and very little shape to the words.

"I'm in love with you.”

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Omi marry me

This man is just too much aaaaah. Hope you all enjoyed it!

Wishing you all a beautiful day!! 💕

#a3!#a3! omi #a3! actor training game #a3! act addict actors

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eurydicees · 6 months

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FRUITS BASKET IS LITERALLY MY FAVOURITE ANIME OF ALL TIME PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK OF ITTTTT

HI HIHIHIHI OK OK OKOKOK !!!!!! spoilers to follow :p

so like this is my third(?) rewatch i believe and i'm like. fuckin. like. fuckin crazy dude. i feel like i'm losing my mind. everything about this show is DESIGNED to make me feel insane. everything about it is simply written to hit me straight in the chest every time. i think my favorite thing this time around is actually the everything about yuki and kyo. kyo is just like. clenching fists. my specialest little character who i love so so so much. he means EVERYTHING to me. i want to pick him up and shake him around like a dog with a particularly long stick. im like. going crazy. and TOHRU AND KYO. their relationship genuinely has me like. frothing at the mouth thinking about it. it's about the choice to love someone and to let someone love you and it's something about healing and trauma and helping each other without fixing each other its about been seen and about letting people see you its about the choices you make and the ones that are taken from you and how you don't need to be perfect to deserve the love someone else is choosing to give you im gonna BITE THINGS. the next episode in my watch is the first part of the true form eps and im like. i was gonna watch them but then i was going too crazy just thinking about it and i needed to stop in order to preserve my sanity and also the safety of my electronics and the wall i was going to throw them at. so im currently paused, but im gonna hopefully finish s1 today!!! im going crazy fr. like. this show rots something in my brain. i truly cannot put it into words why. but my brain is ROT. i literally started rewatching and then decided a week into november that surely i can change my nanowrimo project to smth fruits basket related. because this surely truly for real is a good idea. anyways im going so crazy. kyo and tohru make me want to twirl the phone cord around my finger and write in my diary ( <- has neither a landline nor a diary). and god ok. akito. akito. akito. akito, who scratches at my brain and makes me feel fucking crazy. its just. the personification of the cycle of abuse and then the act of breaking it.....doomed by the narrative she is writing....im losing my mind !!!!! my entire goddamn mind !!!!!!!!!!!! yeah. yeah. yeah.

anyways i would looooooove to hear ur (and anyone) tell me their thoughts about it as well !!! i NEEEEEED to be talking about fruits basket all of the time rn and would looooooove to do that here !!!!!

#ask #fruits basket

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disneyprincemuke · 4 months

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DUDE CONGRATS ON 3K THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT BABEY pookies doing so good 🫶

Anyways I wanna do the brainrot but like not for you to do it but more I just wanna talk about the mermaid landoscar brainrot I’ve had to where one of the first things I said to you was a whole 30 minute essay on the world building and au I had in my head instead of replying to you like a simple person does. I was legit in @formulafics dms being like I am scaring the hoes then proceeded to show you my 2k essay on Las Vegas gp and why I hated it and then my essay on why I think yuki win next year is very likely. So glad I didn’t scare you away with all that because I’m so glad I worked up the courage to talk to you and now we worry about why the other is awake at the worst of times 🫶😽

Long tangent just to say I love this au in my head and the tiktok you sent is literally lando trying to seduce Oscar in the au. I need everyone to know about the mermaid au agenda like it’s the last thing on earth 🙏 LANDO being the sit still look pretty shining his scales and Oscar being just some guy trying to eat lunch with his mermaid friend who might kill him but also brings him food because he doesn’t want another dead bird incident (lando thinks Oscar is providing food for them to show he’s interested in courting him) (dead bird incident refers to lando trying to give Oscar a dead bird from his kills to show he wants to court Oscar because Oscar didn’t give attention to his scales even tho he spent hours making them sparkle in the morning sun) the head canons I have for this au there’s so much I just need everyone to know about it

Ps you’re doing amazing keep it up 🫂💜

hi rena it took me forever to answer this for one reason: there's a lot to unpack here

first of all, i'd like to address the mermaid au that's landoscar u guys, like honestly it's kinda cracked and funny so i THINK someone should write it because i'm already fighting for my life with 23434589 updates i haven't gotten around to because i simply refuse to get proper sleep... and also, the tiktok is funny so watch it and remember that lando is the siren and oscar is the human in this au ok? it's very funny guys please brain rot with rena and MAYBE we can get somebODY TO FINALLY WRITE IT

also, her 2k essay on the vegas race is very interesting and if i actually know my stuff better, i would haVE BEEN ABLE TO GIVE A PROPER REPONSE INSTEAD OF ANSWERING DRYLY LIKE A LOSER

i love u <3

#disneyprincemuke asks #disneyprincemuke 3k celly #disneyprincemuke 3k rots

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dejwrites · 2 years

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↠ characters: geto suguru, mentioned in the story: gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, choso kamo, nanami kento, yuki tsukumo

↠ warning: cam work, sex work, mentions of death, profanity, drug usage, this chapter specifically mentions non-consentual recording & sexual assault. so please read with caution.

↠ pairings: geto suguru x black!female reader, a hint of toji fushiguro x black!female reader

↠ timeline: cam boy!au, college!au, sex work au, non-sorcerer au, modern au

↠ chapter summary: y/n has her head in the cloud as she's deeply in love with geto, but it's always jules to tug her right down off that cloud.

↠ a/n: this took me forever to update, but it’s only because this story is slowly coming to a close with only four chapters left after this. just thanks for continuing to read this trainwreck of a fic tbh. love y'all.

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YOU SAT IN THE LIBRARY WRITING NOTES DOWN IN YOUR NOTEBOOK. With everything that was going on, you still couldn’t even believe that you were even able to concentrate on school work. But you couldn’t forget that you didn’t want to be a cam girl forever, so you had to work harder in school to make sure that you’ll be able to say goodbye to the cam world. You were waiting for Choso since he said he wanted to see you considering that he was getting busy with his life and you were also getting busy with yours. The two of you have grown close and you didn’t expect that considering what brought you two together.

As you were flipping through one of your textbooks, you heard a cute scream of your name. When you look up, you see little Yuji running toward you at full speed. You opened your arms for him to hop into as he finally made his way up to you. A smile appeared on your face as you hugged him closely. “Hello to you too, Itadori.” You smiled as you instantly placed him on your lap.

Choso sat across from you at the table. Casually dropping not only his backpack but Yuji’s small colorful backpack on the table also. “I only had one class, so I decided to let him tag along. He seemed to be astonished at his surroundings, but the chicks dig it so..” Choso's voice trailed off as he looked at you.

You chuckle as you flip to a new page in your notebook to let Yuji draw in it. “Using him for cool points and attention, how cruel.” You jokingly say as you look at him.

Choso shrugs his shoulders without a care, “He loves the attention just as much as me,” He says before he’s pulling his laptop out of his bookbag. “Since I’m here, I can get some work done.” He sighed.

You chuckle as you would tug the chair next to you closer to your side. You placed Yuji in it and slid over your notebook and the pen he was using to draw. Silence overcame the three of you as you and Choso went to continue your work with the occasional sound of Yuji munching on the snacks Choso packed for him.

“I didn’t even notice your boyfriend isn’t with you, where could he be?” Choso asked as his eyes glanced up from his laptop to look at you.

“The detectives called over the weekend asking him to talk to Jules. To see if he can help get a confession out of her,” You bluntly admitted. “Hopefully he can. So she can rot in prison.”

“Hopefully, I always found it strange that she turned herself in so easily.” Choso pointed out.

“They must have enough evidence for her to not deny what happened,” You sighed.

“Then why need a confession?” Choso asked. “I don’t know, it’s Jules. Hopefully, he doesn’t let her get into his head during this process.”

“I’m sure he won’t. He knows what the detectives need to make sure she stays where she’s at. Then he’s also number one on the ranking, so I’m positive he’ll be given the company.”

“Can’t believe my friend is about to be the heir to a company, who would have thought.” He chuckled as he looked over at you.

“Yeah…” Your voice trailed as you watched Yuji draw on the sheet of paper. “It’s strange, you know? Months ago we were just floormates.” You said.

Now you two were a couple. A couple that oddly had a cam website brought them together. The thought of Geto being the first to say that one important phrase caused your cheeks to heat up in embarrassment. To think that this all started with you two talking to each other in a convenience store. As silence overcame the three of you in the library, you thought about the memory of when you felt just as strongly in love as Geto.

The two of you sat in the library together attempting to do homework, but in reality, you kept stealing glances at him as he was trying to finish up a paper. His long black hair tugged up into a messy bun on top of his head. The only thing you could hear was whatever alternative music he was listening to and the sound of his long digits tapping at the keys on his laptop. You could tell he was so into whatever he was doing on his laptop because he hadn't even felt you staring at him for the last two minutes.

Your head is placed on the palm of your hand as you’re watching Geto in deep thought. You watched as he let his teeth graze at his lower lip. You took notice of the way he would bob his head to whatever he was listening to. Gosh, you think you were in love with him.

You've been thinking about the feeling of love for a minute now. The last serious relationship you were in, didn’t end very well. You hated to admit that you put up some barrier to prevent yourself from falling for anyone after moving to Japan. You had this ice-cold heart that because you flashed your breasts for thousands of viewers, no one would love you. The harsh words your ex from the states would say. No one would ever love a woman who shows other men the goods. It left a nasty taste in your mouth even thinking about what your ex said. When you moved to Japan, that’s when you met Toji. You fell for Toji, but once again that didn’t end very well. With Geto, you kept trying to think of a way to get out of it—particularly thinking about self-sabotaging because you felt that he would just get tired of you. Eventually, when this Jules situation blows over, you’ll graduate, be pushed into the real world, and eventually drift apart. Especially with the possibility of him running CAMPOP being on the table.

But the thing with Geto Suguru is that he was very good at reassuring you without realizing that he was reassuring you. He’ll quickly get on the side of the sidewalk closer to the street when you two would be walking to some places. He had this thing where when he went to the store, he'd come back with something that reminded him of you. He’ll kiss you out of the blue because he wanted to see what flavor chapstick you had on. It was little things like that—that had you smiling like a schoolgirl in a slice-of-life anime.

As your pen was tapping at the table, Geto finally noticed you staring. His cheeks glow in embarrassment as he gives you some smile that causes his eyes to close so cutely. You couldn’t help but return the smile before you’re going back to doing your homework. Which was just you copying Nanami’s notes he let you borrow. You wanted to shun him how neat his handwriting was and how organized his notes were. As you continue to write in your notebook, Geto was trying to get your attention with a whisper. “Hey! Hey!” He said.

You glanced up quickly after the second hey before you felt Geto’s plush lips on yours. He tasted like gum and his favorite energy drink. A taste you were a little too familiar with and knew was the taste of him attempting to finish an assignment before the deadline. His hand gripped at the chair you were sitting at and with ease, he’s sliding the chair closer to his. The kiss got intense with each passing second after you felt his tongue slide across your lower lip. Your mouth gasped open allowing him to enter to get a taste of you. Just as he deepened the kiss, the both of you heard a loud knock on the table you were sitting at. When you two pulled apart, cheeks burning in embarrassment and completely breathless—you were met with one of the library workers doing a sweep of making sure students weren’t breaking the rooms.

When the worker walked away, you and Geto couldn’t help but snicker. The worker glanced back giving you two a glare before continuing to check for any rule breakers in the library.

That moment in the library you were so close to telling Geto you loved him. But you didn’t. It did give you comfort when he told you he loved you. You smiled to yourself on a regular even thinking about it. Now as you sat at the table, Choso caught onto the goofy grin on your face.

“What have you smiling so hard?” Choso questioned.

“It’s nothing.” You uttered as you went back to your work.

“It’s something. Does it involve him?” Choso asked. “As in Mr. Suguru himself?” His eyebrows raised in a teasing manner.

“Of course.” You sighed happily as you closed your notebook. “We said the three words a couple of days ago.”

“The three words? Gross, you’re being all lovey-dovey.” He joked. “How’d you feel about that? I don’t think I saw Suguru in a serious relationship, you know cause of the cam work stuff. But here he is saying I love you.”

You rolled your eyes at the dark-haired man across from you. “I’m happy.” You said with a smile. “I thought this Jules situation would put a dent into our relationship. But it didn’t.”

Choso gave you a grin, “Well, I’m happy for you two.”

“I’m happy for us also.”

Choso’s mouth parted to speak, but he soon felt a presence at the table. When both of you glanced over, you saw Yuki staring at the two of you. “I need to talk to you guys.” She then noticed Yuji at the table with you guys. “Privately.”

“He’s too deep into coloring, he won’t notice. What do you want? Didn’t Jules make you temporary CEO or something like that? I’m pretty sure she would want your head if you’re not doing your job.” Choso explained.

“That’s what I was doing. I haven’t even been able to do anything other than press conferences cleaning up her freakin’ mess. I just can’t do it anymore. I thought going towards her would help with subscribers and for me to be number 1, but the bitch is insane.” She explained.

“Miss, you said a curse word. You have to put money in the swear jar.” Yuji interjected causing Choso to snicker.

Choso would stand up, “I’m going to take the kiddo to get a snack. Please have his swear jar money ready when we return.” He would grab a hold of Yuji’s small hand and lead him out of the area you were sitting in.

“I could have told you that. Assuming that she was the one that gave you the idea to collab with me.” You spoke out once Choso was gone.

You watched as Yuki try to stutter out some words before confessing, “She did. She thought it would ruin you and Suguru’s relationship. Where is he anyway?”

“He’s busy.” was the only thing you said. “Why?”

“It’s nothing. I think I need to go to the police and I just thought coming to you guys first was the right thing to do.”

Your head tilted in confusion, similar to a confused child trying to figure out what their parent said. “Yuki, what’s going on?”

“I have evidence that could put Jules away for good,” Yuki uttered. “And it goes beyond this fuckin’ murder case she’s connecting to.”

“Evidence like what?” You asked.

“Tax fraud, extortion, refusing to play some employees…” Her voice trailed off. “Sex trafficking.” She whispered the last part.

You leaned back into your seat. You couldn’t be shocked at the things you were hearing. It was Jules after all. When you enter the sex work industry, many people point out how predatory the men in the industry could be. The porn co-stars who thought the fact that they did porn gave them the right to not know that consent during sex can be taken away. The directors that change scenes last minute despite the stars not being comfortable with it. The agents that prey on fresh eighteen-year-olds. The cam website owners who withhold folding from its workers. Many people assume that only men could be capable of these things, but women could be just as predatory in the sex work industry. Jules was an example of that.

“Why should we trust you? For all, we know this could be a part of her plan,” You said as you looked at her.

You watched as Yuki's eyes were beginning to water. Her lips quivered and her hands begin to shake. Now, you were concerned as you watched the woman break down in front of you. You stood up to comfort her as her weeping only were growing louder gaining some stares from other people in the library.

“She has these weird sex tape videos. I saw one with Yuki and—” Her voice cracked as she wiped her tears. “I don’t remember that video being taken of me. I really don’t.” Yuki went back to crying as you wrapped your arms around her to comfort her.

You could see Choso return with Yuji. He gave you a confused look as you mouth to him.

“We have to go to the police station.” You mouthed to him as you were rubbing comforting circles on Yuki’s back.

Jules was officially about to rot in jail as you said.

— tags: @indiecursor @resonancesoul @luvingmyships @tojibreedingme @4dtk @warmchick @whatdidhesayyyy @gojos-hoe @thathoneybee3 @po3ticb3auty @levisblackbabe @whoatherenelly @sanerihru

#geto suguru x black reader #geto suguru x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #jjk x you #black reader #x black reader #black y/n #x black y/n #geto x reader #geto x black reader #black!reader

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modstarfell · 1 year

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They say you shouldn’t go to the tree at the back of the academy.

Normally tree’s in the back of schools were sakura tree’s and when in full bloom can be absolutely beautiful. There was a tree behind the academy but there was something wrong. It almost never bloomed and when it did, sap would fall from the flowers and it would smell as if something rotted. Most students refused to go by this tree by any means. Rumors spread that there was something underneath it that kept it from growing properly. Other rumors said that instead of blessing your confession, the tree would make couples end up dead.

Yet for some reason, there were always two students that could be seen walking and hanging out underneath the tree. ‘Yuki Maeda’, class 79′s Ultimate Lucky Student contestant winner and Akane Taira, class 79′s Ultimate Maid. The two never seemed to show any fear at all when they approached the tree. After cleaning time was done and the two had some free time they would travel together holding hands. ‘Maeda’ would sit against the base of the tree and watch Taira as she twirled around in the flower that grew all over the hill. It was the only time the duo felt at peace being themselves for a short amount of time.

Of course this would start some rumors, but no one dared to ask them why they would go to the tree. Some say the tree makes the duo become completely different people. Some wonder if they had anything to do with the strange qualities of the tree itself, but nothing was ever proven to be true.

#Utsuro 🌌#Akane 🍵#minific #semi-lore??

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wigglesforsquiggles · 1 year

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9 13 and 16 for the f1 ask

[ask game]

9. Your favorite podium of the year?

i'll say brazil - george lewis and carlos? i think. i just enjoyed the mercedes double podiums rly :D

13. Tag someone else on tumblr who helped you get through the season and say something nice about them!

literally all the vroom court lmao i'll tag them all

@se7enfeet-peak yue ur reaction images have helped me through the season. screaming over charles (/pos) and over max (/neg) has truly been a highlight. ur a danny ric girlie through and through and i wish you godspeed for the next year

@sleepysat sleeps !! my love for yuki has only grown throughout the season and i think tagging u in posts i see abt it is one of the reasons. ur such a joy to key smash over the races w !!

@boonmeams kee ur liveblogs from dts were the highlight of my morning,, esp the wild guesses of which race u were talking abt. i can't wait to brain rot w u more next season !!

@sadgeish sage we are parallel playing w nascar and f1, and it is truly a wonderful experience. i am getting emails abt buying nascar tickets now and honeslty it was worth it for blaney. the flipping... internal games that nascar team had. a joy to watch

and nici !! idk ur url but having a fellow european to watch races w has been so fun bc ur actually awake when i am lmao

16. A picture that you think encapsulates the vibes of this season as a whole.

there's a few yue and i made early in the season let me try and find them

and of course the classic

#wiggles asks #hi anon :D #ask game: f1 time bb

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magicalgirlagency · 2 years

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I had a weird dream where I was watching a magical girl transform in real time. Like, as she was dodging the monster's attacks, her magic uniform would appear, one piece of accessory at the time.

It was like that Yuki Yuna scene, but it was more PreCure-esque (because I got PreCure brain rot, duh)...

#magical girl

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racingliners · 1 year

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F1 2022 Re-Watch: Round 4 - Emilia Romagna

Alrightly besties I’m back shouting about races that happened months ago!! (We can thank the ROC brain rot for reminding me to carry on with this). If you have no idea what’s going on you can re-read my previous post here)

All I really remember from this one is that Seb got his first points finish of the year (P8, woo!). So, on we go!

Fingers crossed I’m on the international feed this time

Unrelated I also have popcorn

Anyway F1 intro

(do do dododo do do dooooooo)

I am on the international feed 🥳 (hi Crofty!)

(ugh remember when Ferrari were leading both championships 😭)

wet/damp start???? I do not remember this whatsoever

Seb in... P13. I’ll take it. (we get Sewis on the grid though!!)

ugh this was a sprint race weekend. ew.

iirc we’re gonna get some broken tifosi hearts today 😑

[Start/Lap 1]: Yup, Ferraris somewhat trounced at the start

oop Dan on Sainz turn 1 violence.

SEB INTO P9 THAT’S MY BOY!!!!!

aaaaand Safety Car

daaaamn Lando’s start was zoomy

[Lap 2]: Kevin??? in P5???? Viking power & midfield stay winning

Aston Martin safety car my beloved!!!

Teeeeeeed!!!! (I will always endure the rest of the Sky team for Ted)

[Lap 5]: SEB GOT PAST NANDO, THAT’S MY BOY

(insert quote from Abu Dhabi about how Fernando and Seb have always raced each other)

Seb in P8 🥰🥰🥰

Fernando racing Seb and Lewis on the same day, did we briefly go back to 2012?

[Lap 6]: Oh shit that’s a big hole in Alonso’s sidepod 😬

The Alpine said ‘fuck this shit I’m out’

[Lap 8]: The parallel of the Tifosi groans on lap 1 to the cheers when Charles got past Lando

Also, Imola actually seems like a good track. Not bad addition to the calendar (unlike all the new street circuits 😭)

[Lap 9]: Oof that Merc porpoising is bad

That’s a very ominous looking rain radar ngl

[Lap 11]: Kevin channelling his inner Gandalf with Russell

[Lap 12]: Val getting the popcorn out watching Kevin v George

The midfield once again providing the bulk of the entertainment. We thank you for your service.

[Lap 13]: Class zero to one rain???? What does that mean??? McLaren explain????

Seb sighting!!

Back to weather jargon, what the fuck is class zero rain?? a drop??? the weird misty rain that just makes everything damp. I need to know.

[Lap 15]: The inters are not having fun it seems. Make better tyres Pirelli.

Livery watch: Aston Martin preeeeeeetty 💚

[Lap 16]: Thank you Crofty for remembering that Imola is home race no 1 for Alpha Tauri too

(Yes, I am a midfield stan in case this wasn’t clear)

f1blr 🤝 Sky F1: roasting the FIA for their decisions

[Lap 18]: Seb in the pits for slicks 👀

pls don’t rain pls don’t rain pls don’t rain

[Lap 19]: And you pit for slicks, and you pit for slicks, everyone pits for slicks!!

Lewis on Esteban pitlane violence?????

Ferrari could have brought in Charles at the same time as Perez, but they didn’t. I’m having bad flashbacks.

[Lap 20]: ayyyyyyy Seb P7!!!!

Alex got past Lewis???? I did not have Williams overtaking a Merc on my 2022 bingo

ew no don’t go to Horner I don’t want to hear his opinion on anything

[Lap 22]: We still don’t have DRS??? wild

the racing has been decent though

[Lap 25]: Lewis P14. Ouch 😔

[Lap 29]: Missing - Ferrari’s straight line speed. If found please return to Maranello

[Lap 32]: Also Missing - DRS. Please return to the FIA ASAP.

ugh, the race was fun when it was damp. It’s now a bit dull. Past half distance at least.

DRS RETURNETH!! 🥳🥳🥳

aww Mama Gasly.

[Lap 38]: Toto sighting!!

Ted bringing up Seb unprompted. Big mood.

[Lap 41]: Verstappen lapping Lewis. pain.

[Lap 44]: Shit’s bad when Charles is asking about Plan D.

[Lap 48]: Yuki getting into P8!! good for him!!

no wait don’t get past Seb

ah shit is this how Seb drops from 7th to 8th?

Seb praise on comms though we love to hear it

[Lap 50]: Charles in the pits. Is this Plan D or E?

ohhh the old ‘pit for the sofest tyres to get the fastest lap’ trick. nevermind.

asdfghjkl Red Bull pitting Perez to do the exact same thing. F1 is a Serious Sport™️.

Oh they’re pitting Verstappen too. alright then.

[Lap 52]: Oh damn Charles has caught up to Perez maybe Ferrari weren’t clowning.

[Lap 53]: Yuki has indeed caught up to Seb. by P7 you were wonderful while it lasted.

[Lap 54]: SHIT CHARLES SPUN WHAT

ohhhhhhhh no

Well, my memory didn’t fail me. We did get some tifosi heartbreak.

big oof at that replay.

[Lap 56]: Meanwhile Lewis still can’t get past Pierre.

[Lap 57]: Potential Bottas on Russell violence? 👀

5 Laps left. Perhaps my popcorn was a good idea.

[Lap 59]: And Charles gets past Seb. nvm.

Light rain at the last two laps????? Mum can you pick me up I’m scared.

Livery watch: I’m begging McLaren to have less black and more papaya on the livery this year.

[Lap 62]: I’m not seeing any rain. Are we safe??? I feel like I’m being lulled into a false sense of security.

oop, Charles into P6

[Lap 63/Finish]: I had legit forgotten about Verstappen after he lapped Lewis ngl.

Lando P3!! Good for him!

Damn Russell just kept P4

SEB P8 FIRST POINTS OF THE YEAR HELL YEAH!!!!!

Double AM points finish too we love to see it.

Well, that was def a better race than Aus, despite the really dull middle section when there was no DRS. Still made I completely forgot that it was a damp/dry race, the opening laps were probably my highlight. The Russell/Bottas battle was v fun to watch even though they kept their positions. Overall, 7 and a half front wings out of 10. Up next... Miami 😶

#F1 Liveblog #F1 Re watch #F1 2022 re watch #Emilia Romagna edition #I rated Aus as a joke but I think I have to keep it up now #anyway; Emilia Romagna was pretty good actually!!

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random hcs of kazuha and the other people in the gang:

scara/kuni likes playing rhythm games like colorful stage: Hatsune miku or whatever it's called but refuses to admit it. so whenever he does the poll of "what should i play" his comments are flooded with either "PLAY ANIMAL CROSSING" or "PLAY ---- rhythm game" or bonus" "PLAY STARDEW VALLEY :D"

idk why but kazuha is one of those "don't talk to me before i drink my coffee/tea". if you talk to him after he wakes up, he's probably going to insult and shake your perception of reality and then smile after drinking and say some shit like "good morning. weather's good toady" as if he didn't just cause you to rethink life

heizou likes black tea. kuni and kazuha are green tea people. xiao likes to drink coffee. ayato likes boba. i like drinking water.

tysm for reading my random brainrot!!!

-rin

RIN I LOVE THESE HCS SO MUCH !! omg idk if you or anyone here has watched the anime fruits basket but there’s this one scene with the character yuki (who’s seen as like the prince of the school and reminds me of kazuha☺️totally not because they share the same jp va COUGH)

but there’s this one episode where he’s extremely clumsy and just so out of character as he’s waking up and i just see kazuha acting the same way along with his cold-ish attitude😭really whichever attitude you get definitely depends on how much sleep he got the previous night LMAO

ahem..now allow me to feed into my scara/kuni video game brain rots because i saw the words stardew valley and something in me awoke

video games with scara/kuni:

admittedly it’s a bit of a challenge to try and get him to play some relaxing/cozy games with you

i kinda feel he’s more the type to play mmos or fps games as they’re more fast paced and actually require more action from him

also ik some people might say he’s the type to be a “rage gamer” and be aggressive which i can see happening if he’s super into the game he’s currently playing

but normally he’s just the blunt player who calls you out on your bs LMAO

“how tf did you manage to shoot everything but the player?” “can you not read?” “ykw just follow my lead. explaining this to you is pointless.”

this kind of behavior tho is more so towards his close friends

w/ you it’s a somewhat of a different picture

idk if anyone knows that one meme where it goes: “YOUR AIM IS ASS! let me chill out—your aim is…not good, okay? let me be nice.” LMAO I FEEL LIKE THAT'S HOW IT WOULD GO WITH HIM😭

but ofc aside from that he’s patient with you and willing to even teach you special tricks and techniques that he uses in the game

whenever you manage to successfully do one of the things he taught you when you’re playing together, you’ll get all happy and giddy while he’s just be softly smiling at you, secretly finding your childlike excitement adorable

gives you a head pat or ruffles your hair while saying he’s proud or “see, i knew you could it”🥺

BUT ANYWAYS BACK TO COZY GAMES

there was one instance in which scara was playing at his desk one night, as usual

just a casual gaming session with his friends

you were off to the side watching him play and do his thing but being a little bit bored out of your mind

you always did this thing where if you were wanting his attention or were bored you’d sigh and wander aimlessly around the room

which is exactly what you were doing rn and ofc he noticed

he’d excuse himself from his friends for a second, muting his mic before turning to look at you, “you know doll, instead of sighing and pouting around like that you can just tell me you need something.”

“but…you’re playing with your friends aren’t you?” he’ll roll his eyes, “i can always play with them another day. it’s not the end of the world if you want me to stop and spend some time with you.”

so once he says bye to his friends that is when you introduce him to the wonderful world of cozy video games~

“hell no.” “WHAT ;-;”

it takes you a solid 10 minutes to finally get him to try stardew valley w/ you

and for once you finally get to be the one to explain how the mechanics and such work!

“and then…oh! there’s different crops for every season so we have to make sure we plant the right ones and- kuni? are you even listening—?”

bro is already in the mines fighting mobs and getting ore😭

self indulgent hc here:

you’ll tell him about the romance aspect of the game, how you can date other npcs and such

and you’ll explain how your favorite villager npc to romance is sebastian (or any other npc) gushing about cute he (she) is and just fawning over this pixelated character

he doesn't like this. at all. but won’t admit to his jealousy. there would be signs tho…

“where are you going with that quartz?” “i’m gifting it to sebastian so i can get more hearts for him…” “no give it to me we need more refined quartz”

“ooo should i ask sebastian to be my partner for the flower dance?” “no. you’re going to be my dance partner.”

yea don’t even think about trying to marry anyone else but him in the game

without even realizing it, you both will go hours playing this quaint little farming sim game together and by the time your eyes grow tired of staring at a screen for so long, suggesting you both get some sleep for the night he’ll frown

“but we’re almost done with year one..let’s just finish it and then go to sleep.”

he ended up staying up that night to finish while you went soundly to sleep

in the morning you’d wake up to find him cuddling you in bed, arms wrapped around and just pure soft mornings

you’d try to get out of bed to get breakfast started but he’d immediately pull you closer and tighten his hold on you

nuzzling his head into your necking and mumbling for you to stay in bed with him

which you do because how can you say no him <3

i could go on and on about this but i’ll stop myself here for now! humbly brought to you by rin and yuomi’s not so daily dose of brain rotting hcs together :D

#✿ ノ in the tranquil tea room w/ rin!#as you can tell im on a major fixation of stardew valley rn LMAO #these random on the spot hcs are always so fun to do hehe and i thank rin for giving me these ideas fr #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you

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