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me stubbornly forcing myself to drink green tea and rest from my THIRD COLD THIS MONTH
#i am so fucking tired of being ill#is it not enough that i have a chronic illness and chronic pain condition all the time anyway???#ughhh#i'm grateful because i at least managed to get to (most) of the gigs i wanted to this month#but other than that i've literally just been stuck in bed unable to do anything and my brain is starting to melt with boredom#idk how i can still not be well enough to write or absorb myself in reading a good book or fanfic or even be on here properly#but my brain feels like MUSH and it's so frustrating#i miss my little four walls men so much 😩#i miss being able to see the sky and see my friends and taste the food i eat#sorry i know i'm complaining#i just needed to vent for a moment#it's been such a shit few months anyway and i was already in a really rough spot with my mental/physical health for a number of reasons#so this just feels like the last straw#universe please let me feel a little better soon#i have things i want to do and people i want to talk to and fics i want to write#oh how nice it must be to live in a body that isn't constantly impaired in some way 🤦��♀️#lulu posts
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[Heaven’s Secret 1 spoilers.]
Tbh, I don’t understand why Sepha didn’t just send Malbonte - not Bont or Mal, Malbonte - down to Earth, as a fallen angel, to be with his parents? Like, he wouldn’t have ever been able to come back, right? So it’d ‘solve the threat.’
I mean, I guess the answer is just ‘plot,’ but it’s a boring answer. The little bit we got of Sepha, I got the impression he’s not even able to grasp his own cruelty—like he doesn’t try to be, yet still is, anyway. And I guess part of that makes sense, with him being an unbelievably ancient deity and all, but it doesn’t explain his actions about Malbonte, when Earth was right there.
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#romance club#heaven’s secret spoilers#rc sepha#rc spoilers#‘because plot’ is a boring answer#WHY did Sepha think that Sephamalum’s prison was a good idea was for a child to be sent to if he can’t stand the suffering of any children#AND even views Malbonte - not Bont or Mal but Malbonte himself - as one of HIS children?#make it make sense.#like this ancient deity is framed as worn by time to the point of almost entire indifference#unable to grasp his own cruelty#while still acting on his (limited but genuine) compassion#and yet he sent a child to Sephamalum - his ‘evil’ brother who he knows very well - for eternity?????#this 2 + 2 is not equaling 4. why.#like I know Sepha’s almost like a giant eons old toddler tired of being responsible for existence continuing and just wanting to be alone#while also feeling like he has to get involved if something’s really wrong because he’s not actually without compassion#but you can’t tell me someone THAT OLD (ntm who set up the plan with Lane although that’s a spin-off that came later so it doesn’t count)#couldn’t think of just sending Malbonte to Earth? that seems more in-character and I barely know this clueless god!#once again: the answer to this seemingly just being ‘because plot’ is just. annoying. it’s so bland. ugh.#like if Malbonte caused trouble on Earth THEN Sepha could’ve thought splitting him without memories ‘made sense’#(because he can’t grasp his own cruelty.)#but we KNOW Sepha believed in the good in him - even during their final battle he didn’t just kill him he tried to ‘help’ Malbonte -#so yeah. his actions make no sense with the established characterization for him except because the plot was already decided. 😒#I just hate when writers make a character and then don’t even write them in a way that fits with the facts THEY CHOSE about THEIR CHARACTER#like as a writer myself it kills me it burns it makes me wanna scream like a boiling tea kettle. ugh 😩
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ARMYs are really just burnt out and I don’t think the rapid fire pace of releases has helped anything. It’s amazing as a fan to get all this music, but the expectation to chart everything I think is unrealistic and kind of overwhelming. People just don’t have that kind of time, energy, or money to go all out for every comeback when they happen every other month, sometimes several in a single month. It especially doesn’t help if ARMYs aren’t feeling the song, and I don’t think they’ve felt quite a bit of CH2 music.
I have longer thoughts on all this, but I just have so much annoyance towards some chart ARMYs and their unrealistic expectations and their refusal to acknowledge that the current organized fandom streaming power isn’t what they think it is. Another big wave of HL victimization (but sometimes TH is also included??) from ARMYs and it just opened the doors for so much resentment and hatred to be thrown towards jkk but especially Jimin. It was really disturbing to go and block these people & find I had 5-10+ moots following each time. It’s really out of control.
I’m just tired of this RL discourse while they ignore the twenty elephants in the room that explain why the streams are where they are (and no it’s not because “ARMYS hate RL”.). Instead they just throw these tantrums that further divide an already deteriorating and toxic fandom. I don’t know what it will take for them to understand that a fandom that doubled with Dynamite is going to prefer pop music, and that the majority of ARMYs are in fact not zombie streamers but fans who casually listen to the music that appeals to them. Not to mention the fact that a lot of ARMYs aren’t even active right now, so many of them have been dropping off and waiting for BTS to return as a group.
It really just keeps getting worse and worse in ARMY spaces. I’m pretty sure active ARMYs are about 90% diet solos at this point. It’s extremely messed up what a lot of them can get away with saying and not get canceled or called out for. It’s also just this hyper-fixation on drama, shooter accounts, NewJean’s, MHJ, raging against whatever fandom approved villain of the month, trending pointless hashtags for random reasons, and then being shady and resentful because of these arbitrary goals they set that are often influenced by using Jimin as a goalpost.
#discourse#just a little fandom rant#wanted to be present for NJs comeback#but yeahhhhh#definitely shouldn’t have come back to this side of the fandom#they’re genuinely intolerable sometimes#most of the time actually#they’re really going to chase all the good people out#maybe they already have#and some of the nasty stuff i was seeing about JM yesterday was unreal#ARMYs are entirely to blame for the solo and diet problem too btw#just like they are with tkkrs#but i wont get into all that rn#alright sorry#back to ignoring the fandom mess#ahdgljhadslghsdg#just remembered something else i read that pissed me off#but im going to stop myself 😩#vent series#wait actually one last point in my tags#but RL streams arent even that low#its because they lost sight of what our normal streams ACTUALLY look like#because theyre comparing everyone to jkk#and specifically jm#even though they pretend theyre not pitting the members against each other#like how on earth can you complain about THs streams??#its neglect if any member is lower than JM??#im gonna write another post about JM being the goalpost one day lol
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5/6 chapters done for the first arc of Two Hearts Could Be One!!!!!!! The last one is still missing a lot of scenes but at this rate I *should* be able to meet my self-imposed June deadline :) Playing the remaster has definitely helped too, since the beginning of my fic is more similar to canon than the eventual divergences. aaaaa I hope I can post it soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
#dolphin noises#2hcb1#wips#I honestly don't think my fic will get a lot of attention but that's okay i just need to get it out there for my own sanity 😩#And i know i have at least 1 fan out there who let me spend like 30 hours describing it in detail (ily pav 💜💜💜)#and who knows maybe it'll resonate w someone a decade from now like Full Circle did for me! 💜#At any rate i should probably try to promote it a little more here bc familiarity breeds curiosity. It's a good marketing strategy#also ive worked hard on it and i like it so. look at my self indulgent fic boy 😤#...i keep getting ahead of myself tho that last chapter isnt gonna write itself 😩
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you know how sometimes you will randomly unlock a memory that doesn't actually mean much. anyway i just now remembered one of those. for context when i was. i wanna say 15. i nearly got into this fancy boarding school for arts and science we have here. and this memory was from the final stage of entry. i was "auditioning" for humanities and for art. and in art they had us draw this combination of objects in front of us with pencils. and they gave us an hour i think? but i finished in 30 minutes (the finisherrrrr). and mind you it was a very decent drawing. a bit too dark but still p accurate. but the teacher there saw that i finished early and went "...try to correct stuff" and i asked what and he said "find them yourself" which only caused me to ruin that drawing bc i tried correcting the dark areas smh. anyway all this was to unlock another part of my backstory for you guys, i was actually an artist before, at a relatively high level for my age back then even. yeah i dunno what went wrong in the years since either
#also a writer as you can guess from me getting into humanities too#the reason i didn't get into the school was bc i couldn't handle the boarding school aspect of it 😩#but i remember in the acceptance process into art they really liked my stuff. and writing? even more so#damn fr what went wrong since...........#(tbf. my art wasn't very very good. but i think still decent for someone my age back then who never learned it)#(i don't remember when i stopped doing it. i mean i never fully did but i like when i started doing it way less.)#(probably when i dropped out lol many of my drawings in 10th grade for example were done during class)#(speaking of i did get into a different art school! for troubled™️ kids tho :P)#(i was in theater but other students and teachers told me i could've been in music and art there too had i wanted that. sigh)#(man where did all that go....... i mean i do have theater and music left but still........)#ok reminiscing of the past over. if you read all this i'm sorry. hope you enjoyed another chapter of my backstory tho
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I hate endings whether it’s reading, writing or watching but I’m determined to finish my Eris series (the Angel au) 😤 and Rhys one 😤😤
#I get a sense of completion that feels good when I finish things#but it’s the actual working to finish that gets to me 😩#I just need to sit my ass down and write#they both only have 1-2 parts left#and then I won’t feel so guilty working on my new Eris fic and other one shots#hope rambles
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Replaying Shadow of the Colossus again for the first time in an astounding SIX YEARS somehow??? And I'm 10 colossi down, 6 to go, and AUGH it just feels like home being back I love this game so much 🥰🥰🥰
#fought dirge this morning and FUCK that guy scares me to this day he's scared me since the ps2 days as a kid#he gets right up in uour face and you have to fight him off agro's back while she runs around the arena and you have to shoot him in the#eyes with your bow and his fuckin majora's mask moon eyes right in your face chasing after you from behind slithering through the sand 😭#but I had a really good run of the fight so it's fiiiiine lol#and man that world just feels like home it's so beautiful and the vibes are immaculate and the MUSIC 😩#the ost is simply phenomenal I put it on while I'm writing all the time#I'm so happy to be back I have no idea how I hadn’t played this game since 2018 like I saw the save data on my ps4 when I restarted#and I literally died that's insane!! SoTC is one of my favorite games of all time how could that time have slipped me by?????#I think I tricked myself into thinking it hadn’t been that long because of how many times I've rewatched my favorite playthroughs of it#but could not recommend this game enough if you haven't played it it's amazing and there's truly nothing like it in this world ❤#aberooski games#shadow of the colossus
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13 and 30? :D
Is there a trope you wouldn’t write if it was the last trope on earth?
Alternate Universe. I feel like it's already challenging to keep characters in character as they're presented in media. So not only would I have to come up with some engaging plot to drop some pre-existing characters in, but also try to keep the in character enough to make whoevers reading think "Yeah blank would totally be like this if they were in this type of universe". If they sway too far from their in-universe counterparts , its like might as well create your original story at that point (at least imo) 🤫.
Tell us an idea for a longfic you want to write in the future.
A longfic!??!! You're asking the impossible from me. It's already a challenge writing a decent 4k oneshot 🤣🤣 and at least when I think of longfics, I think multi-chapter fics and oh gosh, thinking of an overarching plot and spanning it for so many chapters 😳. No ideas in the near future, at least for me, but I think it would be so fun to try my hand at rewriting a season for a show or movie, which would probably actually help with those prints maybe now that I'm thinking about it. 🤔
#Another addition I think AUs work really well with certain fandoms and others not so very much#granted its hard to get into them for me in the first place and I really do try cause I've seen snippets of some and its so good but#getting from A to B cause context is key is hard 🥲#like I can easily open a South Park au fic and I can read all that no problem but like others....not so much.#some people write AUs so well but I wouldn't be one of them tbh that's for sure 🤣🤣🤣#omg now that I'm thinking about fic rewrites I know its been awhile since I've read Winx Club ones and thers probably been so many updates#So many people write them so well and you're able to see that subtle difference from how they acted from ch 1 to ch 20 like you're actually#watching it again and its just with words 😩👌🏾 (swear fics be better than the shows/movie)#That and I'm like really a sucker for everyone's interpretation or analysis for any and everything#I could never lmao...but I will read it all day 😊😊#Thanks for the ask Spockify!! 🥰#Key Answers
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i wanna write but i'm really just feeling like shit about everything rn :(
#personal life professional life romantic life. one worse than the other lmao#i was rereading one my favorite fics that i've been writing and usually it makes me feel good#but today i'm just focusing on every little flaw of it#ugh just one of those days ig 😩#i'm sure i'll snap out of it i just had to get some stuff off my chest for a sec
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I'm gonna let you in on a badly kept secret. most of my dazai analysis is truly just me projecting. but being decent enough at bullshitting to make it sound convincing so ppl usually end up agreeing with my takes
#what i lack in actual reading comprehension and analysis abilities i make up for in charisma and fake confidence#ahdjfllhh or maybe my projections just fit! maybe i accidentally do make good analysis! or at least offer alternative readings!#anyway i was thinking abt his relationship with pain again. and i started writing an essay in my head#before realizing I'm basically describing my own relationship with it. and that my experiences are not universal esp in regards to that#but just bc they're not universal doesn't mean they're nonexistent! who's to say dazai doesn't have them as well 😩#fr tho i think with a character like him that hides a lot of himself and his true feelings. insisting on one 'canon' reading is dumb#the whole point is you view him through your own personal experience. imo. that's what he'd want too#the emptiness inside him is meant to be filled by his audience. whether inside the story or outside it. i think.#that's why he is one thing around fyodor and another around atsushi and i see him one way and you see him in another one#and all these readings are right and all these versions are still him. you don't know what's inside the donut after all#but again :) even this part could be just me projecting :) but see how nicely i bullshitted through it to make it sound deep?#(<- being sincere but hiding it with irony as to not get rejected. as one does) (<- admits it bc who tf would get this far into my tags)#(but thank you if you did ily) (also shoutout to anyone who ever validated my unhinged analysis/projection mwah)
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2 hands | op81 smau
♡ summary: where you try to soft launch your boyfriend but your fans link you to the wrong papaya boy
♡ pairing: oscar piastri x singer!reader
♡ warnings: use of yn, some implied suggestive comments
♡ faceclaim: tate mcrae
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yourusername 2 HANDS SONG & VID OUT NOW 🏎️🌟🏆
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user21 EATS EATS EATS
user33 POP PRINCESS YN DROPS ANOTHER BANGER‼️
user921 WILD
oliviarodrigo HAWT 🤭
yourusername 😍😍
user13 orange is her color guys 🤭🤭
yourusername it’s papaya 😉🧡
user541 yourusername STFU
user302 WE SAW THAT MCLAREN GIRL STOP WITH THE HINTS 🥲🥲
user921 she stays cryptic i’m so tired 😭
landonorris ate 👏👏 ♥︎ by author
user209 i see u 👀
user412 giving… boyfriend?
user307 NOT SLICK MF
user100 SHE WANTS UR 2 HANDS
user312 OKAY THEY NOT SLICK AT ALL WE ALL KNOW THATS landonorris IN SLIDE 2 😭😭
user44 HONESTLY 😭
sabrinacarpenter you don’t know how to not make a bop 😩😩
yourusername PLEASE COMING FROM YOUUU 🥲🤭🤭
user312 idc who she’s dating (cough lando norris cough) whoever it is wildling cause what do you mean YOU LOOK GOOD ON TOP OF ME 😭
user031 FREAKYYY
user991 she went to the same school of ovulation songs sabrina and taylor did
alexandrasaintmleux i haven’t stopped streaming since it dropped beautiful 😍😍
yourusername I LOVE YOU STAWP
user621 THAT VIDEO WAS HAWWWWT LIKE OMFG 😭
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user341 they’ll make a power couple tbfh 😩
user031 TWO HOT PEOPLE (allegedly) DATING 😍🤭
user145 I LOVE WHEN HOT PEOPLE DATE OTHER HOT PEOPLE ‼️
user773 HONESTLY 😭
user981 they’re my celebrity crushes i can’t handle this (allegedly)
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user044 CAUSE HONESTLY THAT TIKTOK CONVINCED ME-
user992 NO SAME
user312 not to play devils advocate but lando really is the only papaya driver who has that kinda merch 🤷♀️
user210 confused but continue
user312 user210 just saying she could be dating like oscar or pato just cause it’s lando’s car doesn’t mean it’s lando
user210 user312 back to bed grandma (also f1 literally commented on the og tiktok referencing lando…)
user087 she wasn’t slick with that video especially not after liking the f1 comment 😭
user127 WHAT COMMENT?
user087 user127 f1’s official tiktok commented on the tiktok referenced here “this might be lando norris 😳”
user127 user087 YOURE KIDDING
user787 this was honestly THE proof for me like it sealed the deal for me.
user991 i was convinced theyre dating after this too 😭
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user912 GIRL IS OBSESSED 😭
user012 he’s got her down bad and i love the content 😭😭
user132 ITS SOOO GOOD THOUGHHH 😭😭😭😭😭
user778 NO FR FR SHE ATE
user341 SHES DOWN BAD AND IT SHOWWWS 😩
user003 i’m obsessed (but not convinced she’s dating lando 😬)
user778 OH?? whyyyyyy?
user003 user778 just the vibe also her soft launch has had an underlying aussie theme i feel 🤷♀️
user334 user003 back to bed grandma it’s ynlando endgame 😩
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user922 is this a safe place?
user176 … i guess?
user992 don’t think yn is dating lando.
user176 nvm not a safe space.
user076 I AM EATING UP EVERY BREADCRUMB SHE DROPS TILL WE GET THE YNLANDO HARD LAUNCH 😭😭😭
user199 i’m obsessed with this and the new album is def papaya coded 😭😭😭
user990 THERE WAS A WHOLE ASS MCLAREN IN HER MV LIKE WTF 😩
user954 SHES NOT SLICK AT ALL
user103 i can’t get over her obvious easter eggs that lead straight to lando 😭😭😭
user031 left field here she’s dating pato ☺️
user176 this is actually hilarious as shit 😭😭
user988 BYE PATOOOO 😭😭😭
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user072 his caption would be that on a soft launch 😭
user871 he’s a man of few words
user880 OMG A SOFT LAUNCH 😭🥲
hattiepiastri i’m appalled on behalf of your girlfriend. that caption has no enthusiasm
oscarpiastri I’ll have you know i was actually very happy writing that.
hattiepiastri YOURE BEYOND HELP 😭😭
user701 AWW HIM AND LANDO BOTH HAVE GFS 😍
user299 who is lando’s gf?
user701 user299 yourusername
user976 user701 ALLEGEDLY ☝️
user232 THIS IS ADORABLE
landonorris i did not approve that caption when i helped you make this post.
user189 BYE HE ASKED LANDO FOR HELP 😭
alex_albon damn just expose him like that 💀
oscarpiastri I asked for your help in confidence…
rileywhittall disrespecting my wife with that caption is wild 🤧
lilymhe no honestly he needs more enthusiasm when posting about her 😓😓
oscarpiastri logansargeant alex_albon They’re bullying me.
user876 so lando’s dating yn ln and oscar is soft launching what world are we living in 😭
user109 you’re living in delusion cause when has ANYONE confirmed yn and lando
user716 THIS IS CUTE THOUGH GUYS 😭😭
user776 NO FR LIKE I LOOVE
user614 i’m obsessed with this stoppp 😭🤧🤧
user031 cutest soft launch i’ve ever seen 😩
user845 yn in the likes…
user103 supporting her man’s teammate’s soft launch 😍
user845 user103 or hear me out just supporting her man 😍
user103 user845 nope.
user143 the girl looks like yn…
user034 except she’s dating lando 😍😍
user778 user034 ALLEGEDLY
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f1wags SPOTTED Lando Norris and model, Magui Corceiro, recently in Monaco. Rumors of Lando and YN LN have been spreading recently but has this development squashed those?
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user781 that’s crazy…
user091 oh- so yn’s not dating lando…
user845 I WILL BE ACCEPTING APOLOGIES
user097 BUT WHO IS SHE DATING
user199 user097 HEAR ME OUT… OSCAHHH
user188 so ynoscar girlies is it our time??
user976 YESSSS ynoscar
user009 lando and magui make more since than lando and yn
user755 true true
user129 WAIT SO 2 HANDS IS ABOUT OSCAR 😭
user087 still allegedly ☝️
user631 STOPP THE OVULATION BOP IS ABOUT THE POLITE CAT OSCAR PIASTRI 😭😭😭
user917 still in shock from loosing ynlando like that 🤧🤧
user900 mourning a relationship that never existed is CRAZYYYY
user930 they look good together 😭
user021 actually obsessed with them
user487 lando hard launched so people would stop shipping him with his teammates gf 😂😂
user079 NO FR 💀
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sabrinacarpenter ANOTHER BANGER?
➥ yourusername 👀👀👀
➥ sabrinacarpenter STOPP
user087 OMG OMG OMG
user916 YESSS A NEW SONG‼️‼️
lilymhe i just screamed ngl 🥲🥲
➥ yourusername BYE ILY 😭
user009 ANOTHER BANGER ANOTHER BANGER
oliviarodrigo is this THE one 👀
➥ yourusername maaybeee 🤭
user991 AHHHHHHHHH
user021 A SONG ABOUT OSCARR?
alexandrasaintmleux SHUT UP 🤧
➥ yourusername eeeeeeeeek
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yourusername SPORTS CAR mv and song out now!!!!! this video was a dream come true! thank you to everyone who made it possible and a special shoutout to the muse for the song ;) oscarpiastri
hope you guys enjoy it. love youuuuu <3
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user920 HARD LAUNCH I REPEAT HARD LAUNCH
user801 YNOSCAR GIRLIES WONNNNNNNNNN 😍😍😍
user167 ITS GIVING BRITNEEEEY
spotify gonna rent a sports car so we can play sports car in a sports car
ynhq Pop star. ♥︎ by author
user910 REAL
user192 100%
user676 POP PRINCESSSSS
user921 ATE ONCE AGAIN
user003 HARD LAUNCH OF THE CENTURYYYYYYYYYYY
landonorris i couldve gone my whole life without seeing these lyrics ☺️
yourusername whoops ☺️
landonorris yourusername no apology?
yourusername landonorris nope 👍
user039 OVULATION SONG 🔥🔥
user107 POP DIVA YN DEVOURS ONCE AGAIN
lilymhe I LOVE THIS SO MUCH DIVAAA
yourusername MWAH 🤭
applemusic 👑🏎️
user103 ACTUALLY ATE AND POP PRINCESS WILL EAT UP THE PADDOCK 😍😍😍
user309 YESS F1 WAG YN IS GONNA DEVOUUUURR
hattiepiastri you’re literally perfect 🤧🤧🤧
yourusername stfu you’re perfect 😭 literally my favorite piastri‼️
oscarpiastri yourusername Rude.
user937 YES.
user776 i wanna apologize for ever thinking she was dating lando cause i can’t wait to watch her unhingeness mesh with oscar’s nonchalant ass 😍
oscarpiastri 🧡
yourusername you got a sports car?? 😏 ♥︎ by oscarpiastri
user003 yourusername have i got good news for you
alexandrasaintmleux actually obsessed!! ♥︎ by author
user921 OSCAR PIASTRI I WAS NOT FAMILIAR WITH YOUR GAME
user209 SHOCKED TBH
user129 THE POLITE CAT PULLED 😍 ♥︎ by author
oscarpiastri You’re so incredibly talented and I am immensely proud of you! Grateful to be called your boyfriend and your muse. I love you 🧡
user031 i’m tearing up stop 🤧
hattiepiastri 👏👏👏
user995 this is too much 😭
yourusername IM SOBBING ENOUGHHHH 🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧 i love you sm osco. best muse ever 🧡
#f1 fic#f1 fluff#f1 smau#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#f1 social media au#f1 x reader#f1 x you#formula 1#formula 1 fanfic#oscar piastri fic#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri smau#oscar piastri fanfic#oscar piastri x you#oscar piastri fluff#oscar piastri x yn#oscar piastri imagine#oscar piastri social media au#oscar piastri x fem!reader
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Drabble where Bucky and Reader have sex for the first time and he’s praising her for taking all of him? 😭😩
“Oh, baby…” Bucky’s eyes squeeze shut, his head falling onto your shoulder as he buries himself inside of your sweet little pussy for the first time. It was a feeling like no other, and all he wanted was to stay buried in you until the sun came up. “That’s it—fuck.” A groan escapes his lips as he lifts his head to look at you, immediately taking note of the fucked out expression already forming on your face.
“You took all of me, just like I knew you would.” His voice is darker now, raspier than you’ve ever heard it, and you know he’s already lost in the feeling of you. He doesn’t dare move until you tell him to, silently asking for permission with pleading eyes. “Buck, please move.” You nearly whine underneath him, wrapping your legs around him to hold him tightly in place.
You never thought you’d get used to his size, but with the help of his earlier preparation, you felt like you were finally ready for him to move, and he did. He smirks down at you as he hears the neediness in your voice, moving ever so slowly as if to tease you. “This what you wanted, my pretty girl?” You nod eagerly in response, your nails digging into his back as he sets a rhythmic pace.
“Shiiit, such a good girl.” He kisses along your jaw and neck, earning your precious moans and whimpers. “So good for me, baby.” His breathing turns ragged as he moves even faster, chasing after his own release. “Doin’ so good, just wanna stay wrapped in you all night.”
okay soooo i was only going to write a small paragraph for this but i got carried away 😭😭 i am not a writer by any means, this was written on my phone & probably full of mistakes but it’s all in good fun
i wasn’t expecting to get an ask so soon but i am NOT complaining. ty to the sender !!! anyway we’ll see how this does (if anyone sees it at all) 💗
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CHAPTER THREE PT. I: DIMINISHED CAPACITY ❀ HIGURUMA SENSEI SERIES
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❀ diminished capacity.
Diminished capacity refers to an individual’s impossibility to form the intent necessary for committing any criminal act, because their capacity to fully comprehend the nature of their actions is impaired. It doesn’t, however, completely exclude their responsibility, and they may be held accountable to a lesser offense.
wc: 5.7K ❀ pairing for the series: professor!higuruma x student!reader
❀ tags and c/w.
non-curse au. college au. slow-burn romcom. professor and college student pre-relationship. reader is lowkey obsessed. mentions of hypothetical violent crime. exams suck. higuruma has an old car. law firm shenanigans ensue.
❀ notes etc.
Thank you so much @ratiopoetry. If it wasn’t for you, this chapter wouldn’t exist, so a big, fat, huge thanks. You reminded me of the reason I started writing this (and why I write at all) in the first place. 💛
also, some love for the betas: @redlikerozez and @sandsorghum thank you both!
You sat there staring blankly during Higuruma’s class. He was definitely teaching… something. You had no idea what, though.
More importantly, you were laser focused on one thing, and one thing only — his crooked tie.
Burgundy, satin. Slightly bent to the left. Crumpled underneath the knot, bulging inwards. It kept pushing up anytime he moved his arms to write on or gesture towards the white board behind him.
Just enough to make you want to stretch out your hands and touch it. Straighten it.
Probably a regular black tie or even a navy blue one would’ve suited him better.
Worked up and yapping continuously about something that was clearly important, Higuruma would pace back and forth, and all that you wondered was how the hell this man with dozens of academic accolades didn’t know how to properly tie a tie.
That single piece of attire seemed to mock you. The off-putting dip underneath the knot looked like a cocky smile.
It was all made worse when Higuruma mindlessly tugged his fingers around it. The tie bent even further from the center.
For fucks sake.
After a while, you gave up on trying to pay any mind to his class, and let the time slide off the clock’s hand until the bells went off and you were finally free to go.
Before you could bolt your way out of there and leave this weird obsession behind, though, he spoke.
“Hey, Sanrio.”
Is he calling me Sanrio for real now?
Your cheeks flushed a dusty pink, and you were glad that nearly all of the students had already left the classroom. You gulped and turned calmly from your half done backpack to face him.
“Yes, Professor?”
“I need to speak with you, if you may,” he replied, signaling for you to approach him.
Your throat tightened, and you wondered if this could be related to the debacle from a few nights before. After all, this was the first time you saw each other after you unceremoniously gave him a pure vodka shower.
Then patted him dry with your scarf.
And spent a few moments holding hands.
Damn.
He sat over his desk while crossing his arms, and your eyes were instantly drawn to his forearms, the way they softly bulged in that position, every corded muscle visible with his sleeves rolled up, his veins perfectly protruded down his forearm, all over the back of his hand, and his tie-
“Did you listen to anything I just said?”
Only then you registered that he was actually saying something, and you didn’t catch a word.
“Oh, no. I mean, I wasn’t… I got distracted.”
“I can see that. Actually, I wanted to ask if everything is okay, you seem off today,” he inquired, softly tilting his head to the side. His eyes landed first on your face, and slowly made their way down your body. For a second, you wondered if he was checking you out, or if it was just your imagination.
The thought had you blushing even deeper, because of course not, this is not happening, what the hell is wrong with me-
“Sanrio, you’re doing it again.”
“What?”
“Zoning out while I’m speaking to you.”
Fuck.
“I’m sorry, Professor. I must’ve been distracted.”
“With what?”
And he did ask it in earnest.
Distracted with you checking me out, and your forearms, and the way you tug that goddamn burgundy satin around your perfect neck, and-
“Your tie.”
One of his eyebrows slowly peaked up in disbelief.
“My… tie?”
For a second, you wished for a hole to be magically conjured right underneath your feet just so you could bury your head in it like an ostrich. Not the smartest defense mechanism devised by nature, but definitely one that would save you some embarrassment at that moment.
He cleared his throat, and you could just about die not knowing what he — or anyone, for that matter — could reply to whatever that was.
“Do you want to… straighten it?”
“… What?”
“You heard me.”
Completely dumbfounded, you wondered if that was just mockery. Or a poorly executed joke, since he seemed to be a professional at cracking those.
“If it’s so distracting, come on over here and straighten it,” he repeated, almost like a dare, holding your gaze. Sure enough, there was not an ounce of jest in that man’s face.
Disconcerted, you slowly walked in his direction, and as you lifted your hands towards his neck, Higuruma tilted his jaw up, projecting his neck muscles and making all of his tendons much more apparent.
At the same time, your teeth clenched, your mouth watered and your hands stuttered.
“Is there any problem?” The Professor asked while raising a curious eyebrow.
His voice sounded sultrier than usual. Suspiciously raspy and velvety. Is he doing it on purpose?
You simply nodded while your brain short circuited, and the more you tried to steer away the thoughts of how much you had the hots for the Professor, the more you wanted to tug on that tie and-
“There, straightened,” you whispered in a rush, eyes glued to the floor, ready to bolt away and leave all your belongings behind, even if you were still clutching his tie in between your fingers as if holding onto a lifeline.
An unnecessarily sexy lifeline.
Before you could leave, though, he held your shoulder with one hand while tilting your face up by pushing his index finger under your chin, catching you completely off guard.
“Are you in a rush? Do you have some place else to be?”
Absolutely not hallucinating. He was, indeed, making a move on you, and his gaze slid down slowly towards your lips. “We still haven’t talked about that night. And how you left some lipstick on the cigarette you lit up for me.”
Nothing but a pathetic whimper left your lips. He smiled.
“Is this the same one?” Higuruma asked, flickering his eyes between your gaze and your lips.
“S-same… what?”
“Lispstick.”
It felt like you were in a plane cabin and it had just depressurized.
I have to leave, I can’t do this, this is highly inappropriate behav-
You nodded. His smile widened.
“Perfect. Now I can taste it from the right place.”
Your stomach dropped further and your heart thumped in your chest, skipping more than just a few beats as it drummed enough to have the space around you both grow even quieter to your ears.
Rational thought had abandoned you as your grip tightened around his tie, your eyes dropping to his mouth. Higuruma seemed pleased, and slid one of his hands to the nape of your neck while carding his fingers through your hair, bringing his other hand down behind you to cup your lower back. You softly jumped in surprise, and he wasted no time into pulling your body against his, having you instantly feeling his warmth all over you.
As you both inched closer to each other, you could smell some of his aftershave on his skin, and his minty breath, and his cologne impregnated all over his clothes, and…
This smells like my laundry detergent…?
The bells went off again.
This time, however, it was your morning alarm yanking you out of sleep as your face sunk into your pillow like a rock in a lake.
Peeling your eyes open to the unforgiving light that flooded into your dorm room, you slowly propped yourself up from the mattress. Your laptop was open by the edge of the bed, and on the screen, you found your shame displayed in between three different types of ads containing huge twerking asses in 4K.
You had most likely passed out on top of your vibrator the night before and wondered if the kinky Professor x Student role play porn on your anon tab was the reason you dreamt… that. Especially considering that today you had a criminal procedure lecture with the star of the M-rated movie your horny mind cooked just for you.
Is there anything worse than meeting someone you shouldn’t be interested in right after having those types of dreams with them?
Fun. So fun.
At least this time life spared you the little mercy of having no company after Nobara decided to sleep over at Maki’s again.
Carrying yourself with the few shreds of dignity you still had, you rolled out of bed, and while getting ready for that day’s class, a realization suddenly dawned on you.
Where is my red scarf?
***
Higuruma’s car.
The beat up 2015 Toyota Passo had a lot of personality as an old piece of junk that failed on the road more often than not, but even so, it had been his reliable companion for nearly a decade. Its glossy navy blue paint was covered in dirt, and Higuruma wondered to himself as he entered the vehicle that morning if he should perhaps take it out for a wash, which, in all fairness, he never did. The rain will wash it clean was his motto, one that rarely proved itself to be true.
His car was always crawling with old food wraps, random papers, spare change and some clothes. While Higuruma looked frantically for something to wrap around his neck in the cold — a beaten up old yellow shawl all weaved in sunflower patterns he received as a gift from his grandmother —, his phone rang.
Using a makeshift bluetooth haphazardly rigged up to the radio, Higuruma answered the call while twisting his arm beside the passenger seat.
“Hello, who is this?”
“It’s Kento, good morning.”
“Morning. May I ask why such an early call?” Higuruma asked with a strained voice while he dove down his seat, a hand reaching between the passenger seat and the handbrake.
“It’s not early. Actually, I thought I’d find you at the campus, but since you weren’t in the teacher’s lounge, I’m calling.”
“Oh, I’m just… late,” Higuruma muttered under a tense breath, still bending himself over while prying his scarf out of its death trap underneath the seat beside him.
“I figured that much. Are you on your way?”
“Kind of.”
Nanami found that reply to be suspicious, especially considering his friend’s usual antics.
“… Did your car break down again?” Nanami asked with a hint of judgement to his inquiry. If the Toyota Passo had a hater club, Nanami would be its president, especially considering all the times he found himself stranded with Higuruma by roadsides while on past trips. This was the main reason Nanami would never be caught dead taking a ride with his best friend nowadays if he could help it.
“Shh, don’t say that. It can hear you,” Higuruma chastised while half joking, being more acquainted with Murphy’s Law than he’d like to admit. It had turned him into a somewhat superstitions man, at least when it came to the Passo.
“Hiromi, that’s not how cars work.”
“You can’t know that for sure,” he quipped. Hearing Nanami sigh on the other side of the line was an amusement that served him some semblance of comfort as he battled his way through his current predicament. “Now, what did you want to speak to me about anyway?”
Hitting just the right slant, Higuruma felt the already familiar wool-weaved pattern on the tips of his fingers.
“Well, it’s about what I told you last Friday,” Nanami ensued.
“Go on.”
As Higuruma contorted his limbs and spine on the driver’s seat in some sort of malevolent pilates while searching for a better position to pull his shawl up, he slowly elevated his arm with a firm grip on the thing, doing his best to not have it tangle on its way out.
“We’ve allocated some revenue to open more departments in the Firm, and to make some changes to others. I’d like your input, if at all possible.”
Higuruma’s tie contracted uncomfortably around his neck with every wiggle his body made, prompting him to pull around it in a feeble attempt to not have his windpipe crushed. It worked, but barely, messing up his already disarrayed outfit even further.
“My input?” he asked, taken aback while adjusting himself in his seat. “I mean, I’d like to help, but I don’t know if my input is what you’re looking for. I didn’t have that many years of experience as a private lawyer.”
“But you do have a lot of experience dealing with a team of people working with you, and impossible criminal cases absolutely no one would accept.”
“One intern and one assistant,” Higuruma noted, “and those cases weren’t impossible. No case is, even in our Justice System.”
Nanami smiled softly before replying. “Okay, ‘remarkably challenging lawsuits’, then. In any case, we’re creating a criminal law defense department, and considering your experience, you input would be much appreciated.”
Higuruma managed to haul nearly the entire shawl out of its hideout, but before he could consider himself victorious, it got stuck.
He sighed.
“My input or my participation, Kento?” Higuruma asked, even if it wasn’t an actual question. “I know you. You’re not that smooth when attempting to get me on board for something. I remember all the times you casually mentioned a group project in college — which all coincidentally had themes I was studying in depth at the time — while trying to act all nonchalant about it.”
Nothing gets past him, Nanami thought to himself at being caught red handed.
“Yes, I’d like your participation.”
Higuruma stopped in his tracks, and placed the pulled-up end of the shawl over the passenger’s seat, propping himself up to sit. In silence, he brushed his fingers over his temples, and remained like this for a few seconds, not realizing how his whole body had stiffened up like dried bamboo.
“Kento, I don’t think that’s a good idea, I just…” Higuruma mumbled as he let his forehead lay over the steering wheel.
“Do you trust my judgement?”
Nanami’s question came without missing a beat.
“Of course I do,” Higuruma replied, “I don’t know if I trust myself.”
“Let me worry about that,” Nanami interjected, “I’ve gotten other attorneys on board that can work with us. With you.”
With an uncertain hum, Higuruma cleared his throat.
“I’m… late. I should get going. And sort my damn scarf situation. It’s awfully cold today.”
“That hideous little thing with the sunflowers?” Nanami’s disdain was evident, and Higuruma chuckled.
“Morning, Kento.”
With that, the Professor ended the call, and put his whole mind to solving his current dilemma.
As a final Hail Mary, Higuruma held all he managed to pry out with a firm grip, and slowly descended his other hand, feeling his way over the piece in an attempt to find whatever was hooking it.
Quickly enough, his fingers met something else entirely. It had a softer texture, almost like old frizzly, worn out cotton.
Well, I think I’ve found the culprit.
With a careful tug, he pulled everything out, and a snaky, crimson, polka dot fuzzy worm surprised him. Upon further inspection, Higuruma realized that such horrid sight was actually your ugly red scarf entwined with his sunflower shawl.
This… what? How did her scarf end up here?
Blinking once, then twice, the Professor found himself still completely dumbfounded. For a moment, Higuruma wondered if this was all a figment of his imagination. That is, until he recalled last Friday, and remembered you used your scarf to pat him dry after an accidental alcoholic skin care routine.
Out of all the things I could’ve picked up by accident, this is what I got? This hideous little thing?
He snorted at the red polka dot scarf while holding it with the tips of his fingers, wondering if you’d really care to have this back.
Smiling to himself, Higuruma remembered the exchange, your laughter, and his eyes slid towards the cigarette butt from that day. It was currently shoved into the ashtray he kept right in front of his handbrake.
He noticed there was still a faint red stain around it. Against his better judgement, his mind wandered for a moment as he reminisced on the occasion, and how smoking that cigarette left a soft tinted smudge on his lips too, one that he noticed upon arriving home that night and looking at himself in his elevator’s mirror.
I… really shouldn’t.
Shaking the thought away, Higuruma mindlessly spoke to himself as he turned the engine on.
“I have to give this back to her.”
If only his memory didn’t betray him just like his car — more often than not.
After an uneventful drive, Higuruma stood in front of the white board ready to resume his criminal procedure class as all of the students made their way into the classroom, including you.
Picking a seat not too close to the main stage, you noticed that Professor Higuruma had his back turned to the rest of the class as he wrote something on the white board. That day, from what you could tell, he was wearing just a plain white buttoned shirt and linen black slacks, not accounting for a coat and whatever else he had haphazardly tossed over his desk like a ball of garments.
There seemed to be a small red something tangled right under his coat.
Your dream prickled you in the back of your mind, and you cleared your throat trying to feign off the thoughts.
This is real life, at a real class, and not my Orpheus domain. This is real life… You kept repeating mentally to yourself, like a mantra. Even if his shirt draped perfectly over his shoulders and highlighted his slender build.
I’ll just focus on today’s class and that will get my mind out of the gutter.
Higuruma stepped back from the white board and the word “truth” was written on it. Before you could think anything about today’s main topic, though, he turned around to face the students, and your day just became that much more awkward.
For a second, you couldn't truly believe your eyes.
His tie — which at least wasn’t burgundy, nor satin — was crooked. Actually, truly crooked in the real life of real events during a very much real class.
My life is a bad joke and I’m the punchline.
You straightened your posture in your chair with the sudden piercing, delusional self-awareness that anyone who looked at your face would know telepathically what you were thinking, because your cheeks felt suspiciously warm. You tried brushing your bangs down your face to no avail, and a small lock of hair poked out of it like a sore thumb.
In an attempt to distract yourself from that nonsense, you tried as best as you could to check how Higuruma was looking like today — apart from the crooked tie, that was — and noticed his hair was more disheveled than usual. It seemed like he hadn't shaved for at least two days.
Finally, Higuruma ensued his grand introductory lecture on the value of truth for criminal proceedings, and you were actually listening to it.
Good. Deja vu is not Deja-vuing enough. I’m fine. This is fine.
“Truth. Who can tell me the three main concepts of truth in western philosophy?” Higuruma asked while pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
You saw a familiar hand raising in the very front row, and Higuruma nodded for the person to proceed.
“The three main concepts of truth are the correspondence, coherence and consensus ones,” Megumi answered.
“Exactly. The relevance of truth in legal proceedings has been an ongoing debate for centuries, and some lines of thought even consider it to be completely irrelevant. We won’t be tackling that. For those who think truth is important, the most well established position is that truth as correspondence is the one we should strive for, even if our true knowledge of facts that occurred in the past through evidence can be, at best, approximate.”
A few people nodded, and Higuruma continued his exposition.
“Truth as correspondence… In simple terms, a statement can be considered to be true if it corresponds to a fact that has happened in the real world. For example, by this, if I say ‘today I was at class at the inhumane time of 07:05AM’, and here we are at that very same time, it means my statement is true. In criminal proceedings, the truth finding task revolves around verifying if a crime has occurred or not, and in order to do such verification, we need evidence,” he paused for a moment and pulled a bottle of water from his briefcase, carefully putting it over his desk, “and one of the main types of evidence in criminal proceedings are witnesses’ testimonies.”
You were able to follow his exposition so far, and not get distracted by the crooked black ti-
Exposition. Truth. Witnesses. Focus, woman.
You could still feel the lingering sensation of his dreamt tie in between your fingers, and it wasn’t doing you any favors.
“What is a testimony? A testimony is basically someone’s account of an event they have witnessed, and formed a memory of through their senses — sight, hearing, etc. In that regard, it’s safe to say testimonies are a type of evidence that depends on memory, and human memory is fallible. What we can apprehend through our senses and actually remember is deeply affected by what we can or choose to focus on,” Higuruma concluded.
Your eyes involuntarily dropped to his tie once again.
Goddammit.
The class was considerably peaceful so far, and you wondered if he would require a victim for his usual slaughter sessions. It would certainly serve the purpose of getting your mind out of your fantasies. Fantasies about running your fingers down the fabric of his clothes, clutching them, crumpling everything in the messiest-
“You.”
His voice fished you out of your daydreams and into the very much real and concrete reality presenting itself. Subconsciously — involuntarily, perhaps — his finger pointed in your direction, and you knew you’d be the prey for that class’ expository capers.
“Please, step forward,” Higuruma asked as he stood beside his desk.
You did like you were told, as a robot would, and walked in his direction, ready for whatever insanity he had to throw your way this time. Perhaps a marker for the white board. Or the water bottle.
“So,” Higuruma proceeded, “we need police to retrieve information from people that may have witnessed a crime in order to investigate it. That’s usually how investigations begin.” He quickly paused to check if everyone was following, and resumed his explanation, “after the investigation is completed and someone is actually charged or indicted, these same people, the witnesses, will be asked to repeat what they told to police right in front of the judge or a jury. The main question is… how reliable is that initial information relayed to the police at the beginning of it all? How reliable are these testimonies that give the very foundation for a criminal proceeding to exist in the first place?”
You didn’t know the answer to that question. You knew nothing, really, staring dumbly at your feet while trying to not make a fool out of yourself.
Before you knew, Higuruma grabbed the water bottle that was on top of his desk and approached you. When he was about a foot away from you, his cologne seeped into every neuron dedicated to smelling you had inside your nostril. Musky, fresh, and-
I can’t deal with this.
You tried fixating your eyes on the bottle of water he seemed to be giving you — anything but his face, his eyes, his nose.
His tie.
When you touched the bottle, he retreated it, and you felt somewhat confused. Then, he leaned it towards you again, you tried grabbing it again, and he retreated it once more.
Is he teasing? What… what is he doing?
“Do you guys see where I’m getting at?” Higuruma asked, pointing towards the water bottle.
He was met with silence.
Higuruma then pointed at you, and your focused gaze on the bottle that was damn near boring a hole through it. “This is what we call the ‘focus on the gun effect’. You can all see that so far, her eyes pay more attention to what I’m holding than on any of my features. If this were a gun in a stressful scenario, it would probably only heighten such effect even more.”
Sir, this is a stressful scenario.
Your eyes flickered to his tie right before landing on the bottle again, and he did notice your gaze wondering elsewhere, but didn’t think much of it.
“So at the moment she’d be testifying and was asked to describe my features, how well do you all think she’d be able to do it, if she hasn’t paid any attention to my face, focusing only on object I was holding? How trustworthy would such a testimony actually be?”
Tired hangdog eyes, aquiline nose, thick black frame glasses, white dress shirt crumpled at the hem, loosened black tie crooked to the right, criminally good-looking forearms, black linen pants-
“You can go back to your seat,” he remarked, and you did your best not to stumble on your way back.
The rest of the class went on painlessly, and by the end, Higuruma sat at his desk, lumbering back on his chair. He pushed aside the bundle of coat-and-other-stuff-in-a-ball, took his briefcase and opened it up to grab a pile of paper sheets from it. Upon further inspection, you gulped, knowing full well what those were.
“Before you all go, for those who are also my criminal law students, please come by my desk and take your corrected exams with you. Give some special attention to the questions you got wrong, I made a list of the most common mistakes in these and will start off our next criminal law lesson by correcting them with the class.”
Shortly after, a line formed in front of Higuruma’s desk, and one by one, each student took their exams in their hands, either grunting displeased or sighing relieved with their result, leaving the classroom subsequently. You occupied yourself with slowly putting your things into your backpack, knowing full well that the walk towards that exam — and how poorly you did in it — would feel like a walk of shame. Only after the line was nearly done that you actually made your way to it, dragging your feet each step closer to what felt like doom.
“Good morning, Professor,” you mumbled as you reached for your exam and picked it up.
“Good morning,” he offered, bowing his head.
For the lack of a better term, your exam sheet looked like a crime scene, completely scribbled with red pen ink all over it. The discontent in your expression must’ve been incredibly evident, because Higuruma spoke immediately.
“You know, these tests don’t truly assess your actual knowledge of a subject. Not entirely. It’s also about knowing how to take the test, and how the questions are phrased.”
You nodded half-heartedly.
“Mm-mhm, I know. I just… I felt like nearly every question here could have-”
“Two answers?” He promptly interjected.
“Yes!”
He acquiesced.
“In criminal law, most things are determined by which line of thought one chooses to interpret a topic. You were not the only student to struggle with this, don’t worry. It’s easier to learn how to take a test than to learn the actual subject,” Higuruma offered, and as you looked at him, he welcomed your gaze with a soft smile.
“Is it?” you inquired, shoving the sheet of paper into your backpack. You looked back at him, and your eyes involuntarily dipped towards his tie. You averted your gaze while silently coughing.
My future is on the line and here I am obsessing over a stupid tie. God.
He lifted a brow, intrigued, and continued.
“Absolutely,” Higuruma said, “you see, these types of standardized tests are terrible. Take a look on question number 15, the one about excess in self-defense.”
“Oh, I remember that one! The question in which guy 1 killed guy 2 through choking because guy 2 tried to kill him first with a sharp object but dropped it accidentally, right?”
“That one.”
“I was unsure, because even though he ended up killing guy 2, to be a target of an attempted murder must be horribly stressful. I mean, with all the adrenaline and everything, sometimes the body just reacts by itself, and the person is not even thinking.”
“Exactly!” Higuruma responded, clearly getting excited by this little exercise, “but the ‘right’ answer was that it was an excess in self-defense, because given the method — choking —, he could’ve ’stopped at any time’. Could he, though? Shouldn’t that be up for debate instead of…” The Professor took the list of answers and shook it in his hand, “this?”
He looks so adorable when talking passionately like th- stop.
You shook your head before continuing.
“Yes, I agree. However, there’s not much we can do other than learn how to take these exams in order to get to where we want to, right?”
Your voice sounded more disheartened than you thought it would, and your self-disappointment dripped from it in a saddened cadence. You looked like a cornered animal who had just accepted its fate. Higuruma noticed it, and looked the other way to take a moment before speaking again, mindlessly tugging around his already loosened tie. It seemed like it could fall from his neck anytime soon.
Jesus Christ Almighty, can you stop fidgeting with the thing already? You brushed your face in quiet discomfort, and he barely noticed it, too immersed into whatever he had simmering in his mind.
“The main thing is… I just hope you and the other students don’t think less of yourselves because of this short assessment test,” he stated, “college shouldn’t kill the hearts of people who have dreams just because the way it works is not suited for everybody from the get go.”
What he said touched some deeper part of you, one you weren’t usually much in contact with. You stood there silently letting his words sink in, and curiously, they did have some tranquilizing effect of sorts. It must’ve been a while, because Higuruma looked at you with confused eyes when you finally snapped out of it.
“Is everything okay, San-…” he coughed, “I mean… are you alright?”
Pulling yourself together, you drew in a breath before you replied. Once more, you slotted your hands through your hair and his eyes involuntarily peeped over your pseudo ahoge in your bangs before landing on your face again.
“Yes. It’s just what you said about dreams,” you began, “I was worried that this test would nuke my future dream of becoming a criminal defense lawyer, but… I doesn’t quite feel like it now, somehow? It feels like not all is lost, it’s just an exam.”
Higuruma listened to you attentively before sparing you a modest smile.
“I suppose so. We are allowed to falter and make mistakes, especially here, in a classroom. You’re here to learn, after all.”
You nodded.
“Thank you, Professor. Truly. Your words have really helped me,” you stated, not realizing the smile all over your face in a beam while you bowed towards him, “and for whatever it’s worth, your classes inspire me even more to chase my dreams. You are an amazing teacher.”
Higuruma seemed surprised and retributed the gesture, bowing his head towards you, his own cheeks pooling a soft pink.
“It’s my honor and privilege to teach you all, and I hope you get to realize your dreams in the future.”
You sighed content, and you both remained silent for a short while. Considering the conversation was already done, you bid him a “bye” and turned on your heels to leave the classroom, but his voice stopped you in your tracks.
“Hm, may I ask something?” Higuruma inquired.
“Of course, Professor. What is it?”
“You kept looking at something on me, is my shirt dirty or something like that?” he asked, trying to look down and assess his state.
Your ears went deaf for a second with the blood rush from your thumping heart at the realization he had, indeed, noticed your stupid obsession. And for a split second, you wondered if you should explain it. The dream flashed through your mind, and better not obviously was the answer you arrived at.
“Ah, uh… your tie, it’s crooked, and- yeah, it’s just crooked. That’s it. I tend to notice these things,” you blurted out, letting each syllable tumble over the other carelessly. You did your best to pretend you were scratching your nose, just so you could hide the small flush you felt over your face.
Whatta’ lousy liar am I.
“Oh.” Higuruma gently glided his fingers over his tie, and tightened it slightly around his neck, “thank you for letting me know, but I figure that’s okay. My crooked tie has not prevented me from teaching today, or my students from learning, I presume,” he jested, and you acquiesced trying to hold down a chuckle unrelated to his lukewarm joke.
“Well, thank you for the talk, Professor. Have a good day!” you said, finally making your way out the classroom.
The door closed behind you, and instead of getting up immediately, Higuruma found himself still caught up in the conversation you both just had, being brought back to his old memories, his own old dreams and how he had once lived them in the past before everything went wrong. It felt like eons ago.
The Professor pulled his phone from his pocket and opened up his chat Nanami, thinking back on their earlier conversation.
“Dreams, huh?” a lonely Higuruma mused before typing, failing to realize he had been softly smiling to himself for the past minute.
HH: Kento, if you’re really going forward with this idea, you should put up a notice for an intern opening
NK: Already did, for two positions actually.
NK: Did you think about what we discussed earlier?
Sighing to himself, Higuruma finally got up, stretching his legs and arms as if he had been sunk in it for millennia. He picked his briefcase up in one hand, and pulled his coat with the other. As he did so, your red scarf fell on his desk beside his shawl, and Higuruma realized how human memory, more often than not, was indeed pretty fallible.
“Argh, dammit.”

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I had completely forgotten to feature this amazing fanart of chapter 1 (that I’ve already screeched about like a banshee on more than one occasion) when I posted chapter 2. Traffi, as always, this is STUNNING, I JUS- Thank you 🥹

all credits for this amazing art go to @traffi -
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i see your face in every crowd - op81
summary: the asutralian grand prix is right around the corner and oscar's face is everywhere in melbourne, his ex girlfriend can't help but miss him (he misses her too)
folkie radio: if you know me you know i'm a sucker for an exes to lovers trope, and honestly this one is one of my faves i've ever done. ENJOY AND LEAVE FEEDBACK
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yourinstagram back home for a bit... needed some time to reset & breathe. been writing loads lately - the songs are just pouring out 🌊 feeling more inspired than ever tbh. can't wait to share what i've been working on with u all soon. huge thank u for all the love lately, means more than u know xx
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username1 BABYYYY
username2 i'm happy she's home and surrounded by love
sabrinacarpenter miss ur face already 😭 these songs are about to end lives fr
chappellroan THEYRE NOT READY FOR WHAT'S COMING!!! also pls come back to LA soon i'm dying without u
username3 chappellynbrina is a forever thing
username4 the way melbourne gp is gonna be so awkward next month...
└ username1 why does everyone have to make everything about that 🙄 let them live
└ username2 no fr like can we focus on the music instead
username5 oscar ain't shit anyway, ur so much better without him queen
└ username3 y'all don't even know what happened, stop being toxic
└ username6 they literally both asked for privacy can u respect that maybe
alexandrasaintmleux being home suits u sm! can't wait for the new era
└ username2 once a wag always a wag
username7 THE BREAKUP ALBUM IS COMING AND IM HERE FOR IT
username8 take all the time u need but also pls drop a song soon we're starving 😩
lando yooo text me when you get the chance !
└ username1 THEIR FRIENDSHIP LIVES
└username2 oscar piastri you can't break this one
username9 some of y'all are being so mean for no reason, they were cute together and now they're not, it happens
username10 manifesting a collab with sabrina on this album 🕯️
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oscarpiastri Last few days of prep before heading home for the season opener. Ready 💪
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username1 THATS MY BABY GOAT
username2 we're so taking that wdc this year
lando looking a bit weak mate might need another few months of training
└ oscarpiastri stick to gaming mate
└ carlossainz55 Children, behave 😂
└ username1 THIS INTERACTION
username3 we're so back. man's entering his thirst trap era and we love to see it
└ username1 healing through gym pics, real
username4 the transformation from rookie to absolute unit we love to see it
username5 melbourne's gonna go crazy for him
└ username2 the city will be pretty much covered with his face
username7 the post-breakup glow >>>>>>
username8 bro said watch me get faster AND hotter
username9 yn is stronger than me bc i definitely would've given him another chance
georgerussell63 Looking strong 💪🏼
└ lando but still slower than me
└ oscarpiastri We'll see about that mate
└ username3 WHAT IS LANDO'S PROBLEM
aussiegp Our hometown hero getting ready to give us a show 🇦🇺
username10 YN GET BACK WITH HIM I BEGGG
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definitelynotyn not me stalking his instagram at 2am with a glass of rosé in hand... why he gotta post gym pics looking like THAT 😭 someone take my phone away fr because what if i do something stupid like text him rn???? also why does he have to look so good while training I HATE HIM
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shortandbrina girl DELETE instagram rn i'm not joking!! calling u in 2 mins
└ definitelynotyn too late i already watched his story 3 times help
midwestprincess this is why we don't drink wine alone bestie... coming over with ice cream and we're watching mean girls
└ definitelynotyn pls hurry before i do something stupid like listen to our playlist
livbedumb first rule of breakups: BLOCK THE GYM PROGRESS POSTS!!!! trust me on this one
└ definitelynotyn but what if i just want to check if he's doing okay 🥲
└ gracieeeeee she's lost it completely someone intervene
arithegood not me literally writing a song about this exact situation last week 💀 wine drunk stalking is universal bestie
└ definitelynotyn pls send me the song i just know it'll hurt so good
phoebenotbuffay okay but like... we've all been there 😭 remember when i almost texted #him after he decided to walk around in those short shorts
└ definitelynotyn at least urs wasn't wearing race suits that make his arms look like THAT
whostaylorswiftanyway time to write a song about it bestie x
└ definitelynotyn already got three verses and a bridge done ngl
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f1updates Melbourne is getting ready for the Australian GP! The city is covered in @/oscarpiastri billboards and posters as they prepare to welcome their home hero
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username1 imagine being yn trying to get coffee and boom there's your ex's face on a 50ft billboard 💀
username2 the way you literally can't escape his face anywhere in the cbd this week
username3 the way this gp would've been so different if they were still together... remember last year?
└ username1 they were the cutest in the paddock
└ username2 pls she probably won't even be in melbourne this year
username4 our boy is everywhere and we love to see it!!
username5 the promotional team really said oscar piastri world domination
username6 the billboards are giving everything they need to give tbh
username7 maybe she should drop the breakup album during race week for maximum chaos
└ username1 now that would be iconic behavior
└ username3 the way the charts and the podium would be fighting for his attention
username8 MELBOURNE IS OSCARLAND
username9 imagine not being an oscar fan rn… or worse, being his ex
username10 CAN SOMEBODY THINK OF OUR GIRL YN
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oscarpiastri Seems like there's a few of me around Melbourne at the moment... has anyone noticed? 😅
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username1 OSCAR FUCKING PIASTRI
username2 HE DID NOT
lando bit of an upgrade for the city tbh └ oscarpiastri Better than your face mate
username3 OH HE'S MESSY FOR THIS ONE
└ username1 posting this RIGHT after her story i'm screaming
username4 he chose violence today and i'm here for it
mclaren Our guy's everywhere! Can't wait for the weekend 🧡
└ username2 admin pretending they don't see what's happening here
username5 THE TIMING OF THIS POST??? someone's feeling petty
username6 he really said "oh you can't escape me? let me show you why" 💀
georgerussell63 Just ran into your face in the airport
username7 the way he probably had these pics ready and WAITED
username8 bro saw her story and chose chaos
danielricciardo looking good mate! although i remember when it was my face everywhere 👴 └ oscarpiastri Times change old man
username9 it's giving "oh you miss seeing me? here's more" energy actually
username10 focusing on the important stuff: he looks good in every single billboard
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yourinstagram missing tour life so much today! can't wait to get back on the road and see all your beautiful faces again 💕 thankful for the memories we've made together x
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username1 MY GIRL I MISS HER
username2 the way she posted this exactly after THAT story... we see you
└ username3 damage control era
troyesivan SUPERSTAR 🤩🤩
username4 girl we know what (who) you're really missing
└ username2 not her trying to distract us 😭
username5 we're not fooled bestie but we support you
sabrinacarpenter miss you too angel!! ❤️
└ yourinstagram love you sabs 🥺
username6 NOT THE DAMAGE CONTROL POST
username7 WE NEED A TOUR ASAP
gracieabrams I miss being on the road with you 🥹🥹
username8 EVERYONE TALKIG ABOUT OSCAR HELP
username9 can we talk about how good she looked on tour though??
username10 the way she's probably sitting with sabrina rn planning damage control posts
└ username11 the group chat must be WILD right now
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definitelynotyn well. something just came in the mail and i think i might actually throw up. universe really said "you thought that instagram story wasn't enough embarrassment for one day?"
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shortnbrina GIRL CHECK YOUR TEXTS RN
└ definitelynotyn I'M HAVING A CRISIS
midwestprincess the way i SPRINTED here when you texted
└ definitelynotyn help what do i do
└ midwestprincess BREATHE FIRST
gracieeee wait is that what i think it is? 🏁
└ definitelynotyn 🙃🙃🙃
└ gracieeee OH MY GOD????
livbedumb the timing… someone's been plotting
└ definitelynotyn don't. i can't think about that.
maddiebeer okay but like… are you going?
└ definitelynotyn MADS PLS I'M ALREADY SPIRALING
└ maddiebeer that's not a no 👀
arithegood manifesting a rain delay so you have to stay longer
└ definitelynotyn I HAVEN'T EVEN DECIDED IF I'M GOING
└ arithegood sure jan
phoebenotbuffay imagine if you'd actually posted this on main too
└ definitelynotyn DON'T EVEN JOKE ABOUT THAT
└ phoebenotbuffay too soon? 😂
dulapeep at least you have time to plan outfits
└ definitelynotyn NOT HELPING
└ dulapeep the green dress. trust me.
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oscarpiastri Close. Bring on tomorrow
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username1 THATS MY BABY GOAT
username2 oscar piastri man of few words
username3 pole position if he was still with yn
mclaren Our home champ 🧡
username4 OKAY CHAT DO WE THINK YN WILL ATTEND THE RACE??
└ username1 maybe focus on racing?? this isn't about his ex
lando sorry about that
└ oscarpiastri Should've just let me keep it
username5 can't help but think about yn in parc fermé for his win tomorrow but they're not together anymore
username6 HES WINNING TOMORROW THERE'S NOTHING THAT CAN CHANGE THAT
charles_leclerc An existential crisis later
└ carlossainz55 Let him breathe
└ username1 HUUUH WHAT ARE THEY TALKING ABOUT
username7 brb listening to yn's songs about him.. specially lover
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definitelynotyn watching from my couch because apparently i'm the biggest coward in the universe. the pass is literally staring at me from my coffee table. i hate myself.
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shortnbrina GET IN YOUR CAR RIGHT NOW
└ definitelynotyn I CAN'T
└ shortnbrina YES YOU CAN I'M CALLING YOU AN UBER
midwestprincess GIRL THERE'S STILL 40 LAPS YOU CAN LITERALLY MAKE IT
└ definitelynotyn and then what?? walk in mid-race??
└ midwestprincess YES EXACTLY LIKE A MAIN CHARACTER WOULD
livbedumb not you watching his every move on tv when you could be there
└ definitelynotyn this is less scary ok
└ livbedumb is it though??
maddiebeer remember when you said you'd never be that girl who's too scared to face her feelings?
└ definitelynotyn low blow mads
whostaylorswiftanyway THE PASS IS RIGHT THERE GO GET YOUR MAN
└ definitelynotyn STOP YELLING AT ME
└ whostaylorswiftanyway NO
gracieeee remember when you said his note was the sweetest thing ever? remember crying about how much you missed him? but sure stay on your couch
└ definitelynotyn this is emotional manipulation
definitelynotyn FINE YALL WIN. CALLING A CAR RN
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definitelynotyn we did some talking. then we did some kissing. then we did some more talking. then we did some more kissing. might have cried a bit (him too). wearing his sweatshirt again. life's funny sometimes.
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midwestprincess OH GOD FINALLY
gracieeee I'M SOBBING
leclercccccc FINALLY you accepted the follow request
└ definitelynotyn oh my god
└ leclercccccc i helped with the speech you know
└ notoscarpiastri mate.
└ leclercccccc you're welcome btw
landitooooo took you both long enough bloody hell
└ notoscarpiastri says you
└ landitooooo oi what's that supposed to mean
└ shortnbrina no idea really
└ definitelynotyn lando norris and sabrina carpenter... there's stuff you need to explain
arithegood THE TIMELINE HAS BEEN RESTORED
└ definitelynotyn dramatic much
└ arithegood says the girl who showed up mid-race
whostaylorswiftanyway I expect a full debrief tomorrow but I'm happy for you my girl
notoscarpiastri Can we go back to the kissing?
└ definitelynotyn please

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popbuzz YN AND OSCAR PIASTRI SPOTTED TOGETHER IN MELBOURNE
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username1 THE SWEATSHIRT THE SWEATSHIRT THE SWEATSHIRT
└ username2 SHE'S WEARING HIS CLOTHES AGAIN
username3 FROM SPINNING OUT TO BREAKFAST DATES IN 24 HOURS
└ username2 character development at its finest
username4 IM GOING TO CRY THEY'RE BACK TOGETHER
username5 Sources say he went to her place last night...
└ username1 and didn't leave 👀
username6 I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY REALLY GOT BACK TOGETHER
username7 this is proof that crying over your ex on main actually works
username8 YN IS A WAG AGAIN OMFG
username9 everybody say thank you australia gp billboards with oscar's face
username10 OSCAR LOVE SONGS ARE SO BACK
username11 WE WON SO HARD

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oscarpiastri Home race took some unexpected turns both on and off track. P9 wasn't the result we wanted, but somehow still ended up winning this weekend.
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username1 HE'S SOOOO
username2 LOST THE RACE BUT GOT THE GIRL??
lando mate that's actually smooth
└ oscarpiastri Learned from the best
mclaren We'll take this kind of victory too 🧡
username3 THE THIRD PICTURE IM SOBBING
username4 mans really said forget p9 i got the girl
username5 HE'S SO BOYFRIEND WE'RE SO BACK
nicolepiastri ❤️
username6 OSCAR PIASTRI THE MAN THAT YOU ARE
username7 oscar's guide to get back with your ex with just ten simple steps
sabrinacarpenter FINALLY !!! OUR GIRL CAN STOP MOPING AROUND
└ chappellroan now we need oscar's friend to grow some balls too
└ oscarpiastri @/lando
└ lando well...
└ username1 OMFG LANDO AND SABRINA??
└ username2 WHAT JUST HAPPENED
username8 I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS REAL LIFE
yourinstagram 🥺🥺 i love you
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♡ Max "If It Weren't For The Baby" Verstappen | MV1
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Summary: Max and George show no signs of stopping anytime soon and poor y/n is stuck between a rock and a hard place. but soon things escalate when Max accidentally opens his big mouth.

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y/n_russell posted:
y/n_russell: Habibi come to Abu Dhabi✨
Comments:
user: SHE’S BACK, EVERYBODY STAY CALM!!! 🔥🔥🔥 user: MOTHER RETURNED TO THE GRID AND IT SHOWS. user: Abu Dhabi isn’t ready for her!! 😍 user: Not to be messy, but is that a bump or just the angle? 👀
user: Delete this before you embarrass yourself further. 🙄 user: You do realize that’s body-shaming, right? Yikes. user: Maybe it’s just the dress, maybe it’s none of our business. Either way—don’t. user: Imagine logging onto the internet just to get ratio’d in the comments. Couldn’t be me.
georgerussell63: Wow. 2 whole photo in front of Lewis’s garage? Feeling betrayed right now.
y/n_russell: omg george, do you want me to write "george is my favorite" on my forehead or something? relax. georgerussell63: I’m just saying, where’s the support? y/n_russell: maybe if your garage didn’t feel like the waiting room at a dentist’s office, I’d consider it. georgerussell63: That’s because we’re professional. y/n_russell: nah, it’s because you have the personality of unseasoned chicken. user: 💀💀💀 SHE CAME FOR HIS LIFE.
user: MAX. LIKED. WHAT DOES THIS MEAN.
user: Not Max creeping in the shadows like that. George, sweetie, you seeing this? user: Netflix doesn’t even need to make a script this season. The show’s writing itself.
landonorris: MOTHER.
y/n_russell: 🔪🔪🔪 user: The knives are out. Lando, RUN.
lewishamilton: Always great to have you around. Thanks for showing up and supporting me this weekend. Much love ❤️
y/n_russell: Wouldn’t miss it for the world, you know I’m rooting for you Lew! Big things ahead 💪🏽


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f1teaspill: Okay, F1 fans, we’ve got a hot one for you! Max Verstappen and George Russell’s sister, Y/n, were spotted on a hotel balcony together, and it’s seriously got people talking. 👀 Y/n was supposed to be at a totally different hotel with George, so why is she with Max—especially with all the drama going down between them? 🤔
Is there something going on between these two? Or is Y/n just making it clear that she’s Team Max in this ongoing feud? You know we’ll be watching this one unfold closely... 🔥
Comments:
user: Yooo, what’s going on here?! Y/n is in Max’s hotel?? 😳
user: Is this a secret relationship or is Y/n just picking sides? I need answers!! 😬
user: So Y/n's team Max now? This is messy. 👀
user: Max and Y/n are lowkey dating and no one’s telling us?! I need the receipts ASAP. 😩🔥
user: Sis really out here with Max?? I can’t believe this. George is gonna flip. 😬
user: Okay, but like... is she betraying George by cozying up with Max right now? Or is she just done with the drama? 👀
user: Nah, this can’t be real. She’s out here looking all comfy with Max while George is literally her brother?? What kind of betrayal is this? 😱
user: Is this the kind of power move we’re witnessing?? Y/n dropping George for Max?? 🤯💥
user: Ok, but lowkey, I ship them so hard. Max and Y/n would make the hottest couple. 🔥🔥
user: No, fr. Max and Y/n are EVERYTHING. They look so good together, I’m lowkey obsessed. 😍👀 user: Can we just take a minute to appreciate how they’re literally radiating chemistry? I don’t care if they’re not dating—they should be. 😩💅
user: The way she’s just chilling with Max tho... George must be somewhere crying right now. 🤣💀


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f1teaspill: “If it weren’t for the baby.” Three words that sent the paddock and the internet into absolute mayham today after Max Verstappen dropped the bomb during an interview. 👶💣
Fans are already in detective mode, dissecting every second of this wild moment. Whose baby? Is Max a secret dad? And what does George Russell have anything to do with it?
Interview Transcript:
Journalist: Max, earlier this week George Russell referred to you as a “bully” in his recent comments. Do you have any thoughts on that?
Max: (chuckles awkwardly) Well, you know, George always has something to say. I’m not going to get into it.
Journalist: But do you think his characterization of you is fair?
Max: (sighs) Look, I’m just here to race. I’m not interested in petty drama.
Journalist: It doesn’t seem like George is letting it go anytime soon. Are you planning to address it with him directly?
Max: (visibly annoyed) I really don’t see the point in—
Journalist: But isn’t it important to clear the air, especially since the tension is so public now?
Max: (snapping) If it weren’t for the baby, I wouldn’t even bother trying to make peace with him!
(A beat of stunned silence. Max’s eyes widen in realization.)
Journalist: The… baby? What baby? Max, can you clarify—
(Max mutters something under his breath and walks off, leaving the journalist baffled.)
Comments:
user: BABY???? HELLO? MAX, EXPLAIN YOURSELF.
user: What baby, Max?! WHOSE BABY?! I haven’t been this confused since Abu Dhabi 2021.
user: Can someone please check if Max even knows what he said? He looked so panicked when he walked off.
user: “If it weren’t for the baby”??? Sir, we’re not in Panem; calm down.
user: Peeta Verstappen has entered the chat. Someone hand him a loaf of bread. user: Peeta Mellark walked so Max Verstappen could run user: I just KNOW someone’s editing Max into a Peeta scene as we speak. Can’t wait.
user: Okay but what baby would involve George? George is childless?
user: Guys, hear me out: What if Max is secretly dating George’s sister? That’s the ONLY way a baby ties them together. user: Nah, there’s no way. George would’ve punched Max into next week already. user: Okay but think about it. Max. George’s sister. A baby. Uncle George. THIS IS LORE. user: I’m just saying, George’s sister has been looking very glow-y lately… 👀 user: Not a theory, just facts: Max is babytrapping George into a truce. 💀 user: Wait... isn’t George’s sister in Abu Dhabi right now?? 👀 user: omg and they were seen together on his hotel balcony jskjsk user: I’M SCREAMING. THIS THEORY IS TOO GOOD. user: Max... the man, the myth, the secret brother-in-law.
user: F1 fandom today: trying to figure out if Max has a secret family or if we’re all just collectively hallucinating.
user: Bro, if this is true, Netflix better dedicate a whole episode to Uncle George. user: “If it weren’t for the baby” is my villain origin story now.
user: GUYS. What if Max meant baby as in, like, his cat or something? We’re spiraling.
user: Okay but why would George care about Max’s cat?! Use your brain. user: Honestly, the only thing that makes sense is Max dating George’s sister. Uncle George confirmed. Case closed.
user: Y’all, the way I will actually SCREAM if Max and George’s sister are together. This is better than any race drama.
user: Max Verstappen?? A baby daddy?? In THIS economy??
user: Everyone’s fighting over the baby, but I’m just here wondering how Christian Horner is gonna spin this in interviews.
user: Plot twist: The baby is Christian Horner’s with Toto 😭
user: STOP. This is the most chaotic F1 season ever, and I love it.

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I LOVED THIS SO MUCH🥹😭
Screens III
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From me: Got a request not to long ago about this one 💕 as always please thank my sweet 🪁-anon. I haven't heard from them in a while, but the story wouldn't be around if it weren't for them.
Warnings: angsty comfort, mentions of hospitals and eye surgery
Summary: Harry is unbelievably patient with his favorite patient after surgery. She is grumpy and tired. She feels bad for being mean to Harry but he doesn't mind in the slightest.
“It’s going to ruin our entire summer break,” she frowned.
“S’not, my love,” he sighed. “The healing time is upwards of eight weeks—”
“Months.”
He ignored her. “—but the doctor said y’can resume your normal activities after a week,” he shook his head. “I know it is a lot of months, kitten,” he agreed. She was sitting on the sofa and Harry crouched in front of her, cupped her pretty face and smiled. Gently, he skimmed his thumbs beneath the rim of her glasses admiring her gorgeous face. “But s’not going t’be the bad recovery that entire time. Y’can read and we can watch TV like normal after a couple days,” he reminded her. He kissed her forehead. “We’ll still be able t’go to the beach take walks, everything we usually do in the summer,” he assured her. “Y’take such good care of your eyes as is, kitten. S’jus’ a few days t’let me wait on you. S’that so bad?”
“Yes,” she looked away from him, his gaze felt too warm, and he was going to make her cave. She would agree to anything staring into the prettiest eyes known to man. “You shouldn’t have to wait on me.”
“S’my favorite thing t’do, angel. If you would jus’ let me,” he rolled his eyes. She sighed and looked away.
“Are you scared?” He murmured. She didn’t answer but he watched the small twitch of her lip like she was trying to hold back the cry she wanted to let out. He decided to tell her first. “M’scared,” he nodded. “M’favorite person in surgery?” He grabbed her hand and twisted the diamond on her left ring finger. “It’s scary,” he whispered, agreeing with his own statement. She wiped her cheek before he could. He held the side of her face with his other hand again and brushed it on her cheek. “Wouldn’t you be scared if I had t’get surgery?” She nodded. Still not answering. Harry watched the way she swallowed trying to hold her tears back. “I want t’take care of you, kitten. S’gonna be in our vows so y’may as well let it happen,” he kissed her temple. “It’ll be fine,” he sounded so sure. So confident. That she wasn’t going to be a pain and make him miserable.
The date was set, and it felt like a looming black hole. But Harry was as reassuring as he could be. She was utterly nervous. It was obvious and Harry tried to make her feel better. But all she could think about was complications. They told her it wouldn’t get worse, but she didn’t believe she had that kind of luck. What if it did get worse? What if she couldn’t see this beautiful home she and Harry moved into last summer? What if she couldn’t see Harry’s gorgeous eyes? Or the pretty engagement ring he gave her when they were unpacking the kitchen boxes when they moved in? She was all sweaty and gross and he proposed to her anyway and the ring was so stunning it was a beautiful reminder of how much she loved him and it was horrible to think she wouldn’t get to admire it ever again. What if she never saw his sweet smile after surgery? Those pretty dimples that made her blush? What if she couldn’t see his tattoos? Or their future kids? Or—
She shook her head the tears filling her already blurred vision. Harry moved toward her, crowding her on the couch. He tucked her toward his body and rested his chin on the top of her head and let her little sniffles resume. Her tears fell on his shirt for a few moments while he let her grieve and feel sad. “How do you have so much hope?” She croaked.
“Because y’need me too,” he had a smile in his voice. “When m’overwhelmed at work y’always make me tea and rub my shoulders. Y’help me grade and pick up the slack around here that I can’t handle.”
“This is so much more than that.”
“No s’not, angel. S’jus’ me picking up the slack,” he assured her. “S’going t’be fine. If I have to learn t’be an eye surgeon myself t’fix you, I will,” he promised.
Her heart fluttered and she nosed at his chest. “I don’t know who in the universe thought to put us together, Harry, but I’m glad they did.”
*
“Hey beautiful,” his sweet voice was close to her and she could make out the feel of his fingers on her hand slowly creeping up the length of her arm. “Y’did a good job, angel, so I hear,” she could feel his breath on her cheek as he spoke. He kissed her forehead. “Y’okay?” He asked.
She nodded, afraid to use her voice. Scared to know if it worked or not. She was going to keep the eye patches on for as long as possible. “M’tired,” she mumbled.
“Yeah, okay,” he agreed and gave her hand a squeeze. “Can I put this back on?” The question wasn’t directed to her his voice bounced off the wall further away from him.
“Oh of course,” the nurse answered. “It’s a beautiful ring, love.”
She felt herself blushing. As one of the first things Harry wanted to do upon seeing her awake from surgery, it made her feel warm all over that he loved her so much that he wanted the engagement ring on her finger again as soon as possible. She felt Harry carefully slide it back into it’s rightful place and he gave her ring finger several kisses along the length of it. Her heart skipped a beat. It felt like he was proposing to her all over again. He chuckled softly, not missing a beat as he answered the nurse. “Had t’match the girl,” she knew he was winking at her. Even if she couldn’t see it.
The emotion got caught in her throat. “Am I allowed to cry?” She asked suddenly.
Harry went very quiet, his light laughter dying on the spot. Still, his hand squeezed her hand again, assuring her he was there. Even if she wanted to cry. Because he loved her so much. Even if she was blind. He rotated the diamond around her finger. “Yes, of course. It’s natural, and it’ll actually help keep your eyes lubricated,” she answered.
She turned her head away from the direction of Harry’s voice and let the tears leak out. “M’tired,” she repeated.
“Sure, angel, go to sleep,” he whispered and kissed the top of her head. “I’ll be here,” he promised.
*
Harry was such a trooper. He asked her doctors and nurses a little more than one million questions before she was discharged. She swore he was taking notes as they answered each one. If there was a precaution to take, Harry wasn’t going to take it lightly. Everything was going to be done properly and perfectly because Harry would make sure of it because nothing was more important than her health and well-being.
The poor thing knew she was being a bitch. There was no other way to describe her behavior. She snapped when he tried to hold her close and walk her up the steps to their house. Snapped when he took too long to get to her side. It was so unfair to him, and she couldn’t stop the frustration in her voice.
On top of that, she wore the bandages anyway. She hadn’t opened her eyes once unless the doctor needed to check them because she was too scared—her vision was beyond blurry when she did. They said everything looked fine and it would get better in a few hours. Everything went as expected. But she just didn’t want to believe it. It was the hope that would kill her.
Everything would remain a bit blurry for the first few days of recovery whether she wore her glasses or not so she figured she would leave the bandages in place. Not being able to see would be easier than the alternative. Harry let her wallow in self-pity because he was too kind.
In fact, he didn’t even register her frustration. He spoke to her so kindly and sweetly the entire time. Like he always did. He didn’t care that she was grumpy. Just took her pain and anxiety and ignored her crummy attitude. The biting tone didn’t affect him in the slightest and she would probably never forgive herself for being so rude to an angel like Harry.
“D’you want something t’eat, kitten?” He asked after settling her on the couch and draping a blank across her body. He kissed her forehead and headed away, his quiet footsteps moving toward their kitchen.
“No,” she muttered. Her stomach still felt queasy from the anesthesia.
“Not even some soup?”
“No.”
“Okay, let me know if y’change your mind,” he sounded so casual about it. As if she was bitch to him all the time. It hurt her heart. She took a deep breath and tilted her neck. If she could see, she would be staring at the ceiling. She placed her arm over her eyes. “Don’t do that, my love. You’re not supposed t’rub them, angel,” his voice was gentle, and he brought her a cup of tea. He crouched in front of her, the volume and pitch of his voice shifting as he got closer to her. Just like he had when he told her it would all be okay a few short days ago. Gently, he coaxed her arm off her face.
She sighed heavily and removed her arm with a huff. Harry again, didn’t mind her attitude. He rubbed her arm instead as it laid beside her. She was grumpy once more. “Can you just go away?” Her voice cracked. “Please? I just want to be alone.”
“No,” he shrugged simply. She didn’t need to see to know he was smiling so very kindly at her.
She swallowed and felt the sob break out of her before she could stop it.
Harry looked at her with pity, even with bandages covering her eyes, she knew it. She could feel it. Even if she had them off with her blurry vision, she would be able to see it. He reached forward, combed her hair back a bit behind her ear and kissed her softly on the forehead. “S’okay, baby. S’okay,” he promised. She didn’t think it was, but she couldn’t help but feel comforted by Harry’s sweetness anyway. “Just relax, kitten. M’not going anywhere,” he assured her, shifting her so he could sit beside her and let her sob her heart and eyes out until she was content. “M’sorry, angel. M’so sorry,” he murmured into her hair, squeezing her gently to his side, and rubbing her hip like it was his fault she was in a bad mood.
Why he still wanted to marry her she would never understand.
*
Waking up unable to see was a bit jarring to say the least. For a brief moment she really thought she was blind. She forgot the bandages over her eyes. The feel of Harry’s hand skimming up and down her arm was comforting but made her anxious despite how nice it was.
“Good morning, my love. How did y’sleep?”
“Fine,” she mumbled.
She wasn’t in pain. She didn’t really remember much of her sleep. Harry’s voice was above her, her back pressed to him. It took her a moment to realize she was on the sofa. Harry had her laying along the length of him. She sat up carefully, her head spinning a bit. “Are y’in any pain, kitten?” He asked.
She shook her head. She wasn’t. Her eyes were just very dark because of the bandages.
“Do y’want t’take the bandages off now, angel?”
She shook her head again. “No thank you.”
Poor Harry. She wondered if he was getting tired of her bullshit. That’s what it was really. Her being a sulking brat.
“Alright, then c’mon, love,” he encouraged gently. “Y’always feel better after a shower.”
“I can’t wash my hair,” she grumbled. “I can’t get soap in my eyes.”
“I have a plan for that, angel, c’mon,” he repeated and coaxed her to stand. “M’not trying t’force you, m’just asking again since you’re going t’shower... do y’want to take the bandages off?” He murmured.
She shook her head.
“Alright,” he shrugged and guided her toward the bathroom. “Do y’want t’undress yourself, or do y’want me to do it?” She looked away even though the emotion in her eyes was guarded by the bandages. The tremble in her lip must have given her away. “You’re breaking m’heart, kitten,” he mumbled as he slid her sweats down her legs. He knelt in front of her, rubbing his hand on the outside of her right knee and he placed a kiss to the center of her thigh. “Hold on to m’shoulder, love, while y’step out of your pants, I don’t want you t’fall.”
She listened to him. The ache in her throat felt so strong she wanted to burst into tears again. He lifted her foot and she felt like the strangest but most precious princess as he helped her out of her clothes. “M’gonna do your shirt now,” he warned and lifted the hem from her hips. He kept his hands inside the collar of it and pushed it away from her face as he moved it over her head. “D’you want t’get in on your own or do you want me t’join?”
It was kind of him to give her options even though she’d been extremely uncooperative. Poor Harry was serious when he said he would be happy to wait on her, but she didn’t think he had anticipated just how sour her mood was going to be. He was endlessly patient, and it had hardly been a day. With no answer, he kissed her temple and gave her arm a reassuring squeeze. “M’gonna let you do your thing, love. Jus’ watch your eyes. M’gonna deal with your hair, so just wash your pretty body, yeah? Shout if y’need something kitten. M’gonna sit right outside the door,” he pressed a kiss to the side of her head and then she heard the soft click of the door shutting behind him.
It was probably for the best that he didn’t join her. It would just make her think about how unfair it was that she would never see his ridiculously hot body slathered in soap and water again.
She got herself sudsy and let the hot water burn into her achy muscles. She didn’t even do anything that warranted that soreness, but it felt like she had run a marathon. She avoided getting water in her eyes and her hair was only half wet by the time she felt she had used up most of the hot water. “Harry?” She asked softly once the water was off.
Instantly the door opened. “Feel any better?” He asked. She didn’t respond.
“Can I have my towel?”
Harry wrapped her in one of their big fluffy towels. It felt warm, soft, and now that she couldn’t see she felt even more aware of the feeling. He rubbed her arms gently and kissed her forehead. “Y’want to take the bandages off now?” He asked. She shook her head. “Okay, love. S’fine. C’mon,” he guided. She was obviously naked aside from her towel and Harry guided her toward the kitchen. “M’gonna sit you right here,” he told her and guided her to sit on the chair that was placed in front of their sink. “Y’warm enough, angel?” He asked.
She nodded.
“Be right back, kitten,” he kissed her forehead again.
Harry returned quickly. Quietly he hummed a tune in his head while he turned the water on. He cupped the back of her head and lifted her hair from behind her neck and over the ledge of the sink. “Such pretty hair, love,” he mumbled.
She wrapped the towel around her body a little tighter and tried not to think about how sweet he was being to her. His fingers were so gentle while he used the spray head to soak her hair. Her lip trembled again as he massaged her shampoo into her hair and scalp. “S’wrong, my love?” He frowned, unable to keep his worry out of his voice and no longer able to ignore how silently (but not really) upset she was.
“What if it’s worse?” Her voice cracked.
“Angel,” he frowned and brushed the water and suds back from her hairline. “S’not going t’be worse.”
“You don’t get it Harry,” she sniffled. “It’s been my whole life of bad eyesight. It’s just—”
“Let me take your bandages off, kitten.”
She shook her head. “No...I don’t want to know—”
“My love, jus’ let me try, please. I don’t want you t’be upset.”
She sniffled again. “You’re being so nice and I’m being such a bitch. You carried me, you’re washing my hair for god’s sake and—”
“Angel, I love you. This is nothing. You’re not being a bitch and m’sad you’re saying that about yourself,” there was a frown in his voice. But it was filled with love and adoration for her. “Please let me see your pretty eyes. I already miss them so much...”
She sobbed again and Harry cupped her cheek rubbing his thumb on her skin. “S’okay, love. S’okay,” he whispered. “M’jus’ gonna take these off slowly so I don’t pull your skin, yeah? You’re being so brave, and I know y’didn’t want t’do this. I know y’didn’t want t’try because you’re scared and you’re so brave, angel. You’re m’hero. Y’know that? Now will you open your pretty eyes, please? Want t’see the pretty color and get a good look at you.” She sniveled again and carefully pried her eyes open. Harry was blurry, but he was there. Handsome as ever. His deep dimples. His gorgeous green eyes. His soft skin.
She could see him. Clearly. As clear as possible without glasses. Even if the edges of her vision were still a bit blurry. It was obvious something had worked. Something was fixed.
She hadn’t expected that at all in the slightest.
“There she is,” he cooed rubbing his thumb beneath her eye. “How’s it looking, kitten?” Her nerves settled a bit, her tears slowed, her lip stopped wobbling as much. “Y’can see, huh?” He smiled, his dimple deepening. “M’happy for you, my love,” he went back to her hair stroking it and massaging her scalp. “Y’don’t have t’say it. M’proud of you,” and she could hardly breathe let alone speak. Harry was so nice and kind.
He continued humming. He ignored the tears that welled in her eyes, creating a pool since she was horizontal. He lathered her hair once more, massaging the product into her scalp and letting it rinse out. One hand rested protectively on her forehead making sure the water didn’t run astray. “Alright, my love, you’re all done,” he hummed and kissed the top of her forehead.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her lip still wobbling violently with the tears and sobs that were close behind her words.
“Y’have nothing t’be sorry for, kitten. You’re perfect,” he promised guiding her to stand and rubbing her toweled body gently. “Let’s get back t’bed.”
“Why did we sleep on the couch?” She asked.
“S’easier t’sleep us sitting up,” he shrugged.
“You slept sitting up because of me?” Her lower lip jutted out and she felt so overwhelmed it was embarrassing. The toll on her body between surgery and her sight was cause for an emotional catastrophe.
“S’no big deal,” he yawned. “Might take a cat nap though,” he shrugged and ushered her to sit on the bed. He helped her get dressed quickly, really milking it on her behalf.
“You can nap, I can...” she swallowed. “I’m sorry. I don’t need you to be treating me like I’m broken,” but she sniffled and cried as she spoke.
“M’not, angel. S’what m’supposed t’be doing. You’re my princess,” he reminded her. “M’jus’ gonna take a quick shower and then I’ll come back t’make your breakfast, s’that sound good?” He asked.
She nodded. “Harry?” She asked as he stepped away from the bed.
“Yeah, my love? What do you need?”
“You’re so beautiful,” she reached for his face, his cheek warmed under her hand. His smile grew and he looked at her shyly.
“Thank you, kitten. S’very sweet of you.”
“I’m sorry for being so mean,” her voice was air. “I shouldn’t do that when I’m madly in love with you.”
“Oh good, I was beginning t’worry,” he winked and pressed his lips to hers for a moment. “Be right back, angel. Shout if y’need something. Don’t worry if y’need my help or anything,” he reminded her.
“Harry,” she said softly again.
“Hmm?” He asked standing in the door, a smile on his face. “Need me already?”
Every minute of every day. All the time. “I love you,” she stated. “So much.”
“God, my love. The feeling is mutual.”
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