#and not romantic like the Ln pushes

[rexcaliburechoes]

violet evergarden makes me Feel Things

[propertyofwicked]

FIX THAT ATTITUDE - LN

warnings: smut !! MDNI !! semi public sex, fingering, oral (fem!receiving), withholding orgasms, overstim, light choking, unprotected sex, implied aftercare

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“you wanna fix that attitude before i fuck it out of you?” lando whispered harshly in her ear, his hands resting on her hips as he stood behind her. to anyone looking at them, the exchange looked nothing more than a romantic moment between the young couple, but y/n knew better.

she had barely seen him for 3 weeks, with him travelling for races, and then training and meetings when he was home, her behaviour was a cry for help.

she’d tried everything. brushing past his crotch when she walked past him, bending over in front of her vanity to apply her lipstick, even hiking her dress up dangerously high when she sat in the passenger seat of his car, dragging her fingers up his veiny arms when his hand came to rest on her thigh. but still, he didn’t react, he simply smiled at her like she was an angel, softly stroking the top of her thigh without even a second glance in her direction.

she didn’t want to be treated like an angel, she didn’t want soft. she wanted to be fucked from every angle, covered in their sweat. she wanted him to use her until she was sore, legs shaking, clawing at his bare skin for anything to ground her in reality.

so, y/n got to work. complimenting oscar on his suit, smiling a little much and for a little too long at any man that approached her, twirling the ends of her hair around her fingers throughout entire conversations, all whilst ignoring lando, only acknowledging him when she wanted another drink.

he wasn’t stupid, he caught on quickly, but he let her continue. she’d get what she wanted, but he wanted her to work for it. he was jealous, sure, but he trusted her to not take it too far, and god did he find it amusing watching her try so hard to provoke a reaction from him.

“you wanna fix that attitude before i fuck it out of you?”

the unwavering grip on her hip, sure to leave bruises - even through the layers of her dress - lando’s glares and tensed jaw. was she scared? no. was this exactly the reaction she was hoping for? well, she hadn’t worn that short black dress that dropped a little too low on her chest for lando to simply open the door for her and hold her hand like a gentleman. she wanted him, and she wanted him bad. she was desperate for any ounce of his attention.

“i’d love to see you try,” she whispered in response, tilting her head back to rest on his shoulder, so her words could only be heard by him, her back arching as she did. he pulled her waist in roughly, rolling his hips into her slightly.

“you think anyone here could have you writhing underneath them like i do? you think they could make you feel so good you forget your own name? i’d love to see them try,” he added, sending shivers down her spine and straight to the base of her stomach. he said no more, instead, he moved to stand beside her, taking her hand in his and guiding them to sit in a nearby booth. oscar sat opposite them, glancing up in concern at the red flush rising on y/n’s face.

“y/n? you good?” he asked.

“she doesn’t feel too good,” lando answered for her, his hand resting on her thigh, “combination of a long day and too much socialising, i think,” he adds, his eyebrows raising at her when he mentioned socialising.

“you know me,” she interjects, taking the chance to speak for herself, “social situations without a drink in my hand don’t mix.”

the men chuckled lightly at her response, before discussing an upcoming meeting that oscar had forgotten about, all the while, lando’s fingers toyed with the base of her dress, pushing the material further and further up her legs. she was thankful that the large table and dim lighting hid the way her hips rolled into his hand as his fingers came to stroke over the lace of her underwear. he pulled his hand away quickly, moving to grab his drink as she whimpered quietly at the loss of contact.

“you ok, angel?” lando asked her, feigning innocence, as he held the back of his hand up to her forehead, “y/n, you’re burning up,” he added, biting back a smirk.

“there’s an outside area, through that door there,” oscar told them, pointing to his left, “get some fresh air, it might help.”

“thanks, mate,” lando said, pulling the girl up to stand, her hands tugging her dress back down as he did, “ill see you later, yeah?”

the boys nodded a quick bye at each other as the couple walked in the direction of the door, the fresh air engulfing the two of them as the door closed behind them.

“you need to learn to behave yourself,” lando started, glancing around at the empty patio before pushing her roughly against a nearby wall, “whimpering like that when i barely touched you.”

“im sorry,” she replied, kissing his jaw lightly.

“you’re sorry? no, you wanted this. acting up all night like a desperate little whore,” he spat, before pressing a harsh kiss to her lips, his tongue moving into her mouth as their teeth clashed slightly from the force. the kiss was messy and heated, one hand resting on her jaw, the other on her waist as his rolled his hips into hers. she moaned into his mouth, tugging lightly at his curls as he pulled her leg up, his hardening bulge grazing her lace panties, exposed as her dressed rolled further up her thighs.

“not here,” he groaned in her ear, pulling back and letting her leg drop for her to stand.

“you didn’t care before,” she retorted, her hands grabbing at his jaw to kiss him again, “playing with me in front of oscar like that.”

“not risking someone walking out and seeing what’s mine,” he said again, grabbing her hand before walking around to the valet. y/n trailed behind him, taking large steps in a bid to keep up with his pace with only his arm to leverage the distance he put between them.

the car ride was tense, the silence heavy as she waited for lando to do something, anything. instead, both hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. the anticipation had her clit pulsing, blood running hard and fast through her body as she sought for any friction to relieve her. y/n wriggled in her seat, repositioning herself over and over again with no such luck.

“is my pretty girl so desperate she can’t even sit still?” lando taunted, glancing to his side to watch as she sat fully upright, shoes abandoned in the footwell. she brought one leg up on the seat, her head resting on her knee as her free hand moved over the grab his from the steering wheel.

“please, lan,” she begged, guiding his hand to rest on her thigh.

“we’re almost there,” he countered, yet his hand still gripped at the flesh of her thigh, releasing only to stroke his fingers along the skin, closer to her heat.

“just do something, please lan. i’ll do anything you want, just need you now please,” she said, pleading with him again. his fingers grazed her panties finally, pulling the fabric to the side as his fingers slid through her folds softly, coating his fingertips in the wetness she’d built up throughout the evening.

“so desperate, so wet for me,” he said, rubbing small circles into her clit as he patronised her, “couldn’t just behave for one night could you? just had to try and rile me up to get your way, huh?”

“just missed you is all,” she panted out, head rolling back as he pinched at her clit, she was getting close, “wanted you all night, just you.”

“too late for you to act cute, y/n,” he warned, “you wanted this. you’ll get what you want, you just need to be taught a lesson.”

he pulled his hand away, resting it on the back of her head rest as he turned to reverse into the parking spot. she whimpered at the loss of contact, having her climax snatched away from her, her sounds sending blood rushing back to his cock.

this was a game they played, he was never truly mad at her, he knew her bids to make him jealous were just that - bids. he’d do anything to see her smile, anything to be close to her, anything to show his gratitude for every little thing she does for him. if she wanted it rough, she’d get it rough. if she wanted gentle, he’d be gentle.

and right now, she wanted him between her legs.

lando pushed her down on their bed, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her heat closer to him. he pulls at the sides of her panties, toying with the fabric before slowly pulling them down her legs when she moans at him to hurry up. she’s resting on her forearms, staring down at him as he rolls the sleeves of his white shirt up, her hair falling down her back as she rolls her hips up, desperate for him.

“patience, angel. taking my time with you,” he says, breaking the silence. he wraps an arm around her leg, pulling it over his shoulder as he rests his forearm over her stomach, stopping her wriggling. his finger returns to her folds, still slick from earlier, as he pushes a digit inside her, feeling the stretch around him. he pumps into her a few times, before adding a second finger, twisting them into her, feeling the way her walls contracted around them.

“more, please,” she moaned out. he simply chuckled at her.

he ignored her, fingers never faltering as he curled them up in her, hitting a spot that had her struggling to arch her back as he pinned her down into the mattress. he moved his head closer to her heat, dropping it to the side to rest on her leg, lightly kissing at her inner thigh and nipping at the skin. his eyes flittering from looking into hers before moving back to watch as his fingers disappeared inside her. she tightened around him, her breathing heavier as she got closer to finishing.

lando retracted his fingers, pushing her leg from his shoulder as he stood to look down at her.

“what the fuck?” she stated as her orgasm slipped away from her for the second time this evening.

“i told you. good girls get to cum. whores get taught a lesson,” he replied, hovering over her as he pushed the same two fingers into her mouth. she whined at him, muffled as her tongue ran along them, tasting herself.

he moved back, eyes dropping to her chest as he pulled her dress down. he stopped at her breasts, thankful for the lack of bra, as the tight material pushed the flesh upwards, her nipples hardening as he leant down to blow softly on them. one hand propped himself up, the other moved to grasp at the flesh, squeezing it roughly. his head dropped, taking her other nipple in his mouth, tongue swirling around them, teeth nipping at the surrounding skin. he dropped his grip on her other breast, fingers moving to tug at her, her back arching, chest rising into his touch.

“love these,” lando groaned, pulling away to look down at her again. her hair fanned around her head, chest rising and falling with hesitant breaths. he dropped to his knees again, face to face with her heat. with no warning, his face dove into her folds, licking a stripe from her hole, nose nudging at her clit.

“taste so good,” he mumbled, though he doubted she heard him, as he moved back to circle his tongue around her clit. his hands pawed at her thigh again, gripping the flesh as she pulled her legs up, wrapping them over his shoulders. lando’s free hand reached up, gripping her breast again, fingers flicking at her nipple. he could hear her moaning out his name, almost like a chant, his trousers growing unbearably tight.

“lan- fuck, so good.”

he groaned in response, sending vibrations through her heat. her legs tightened around his head, desperate for more, trying to hold on to her orgasm.

“im gonn-”

“hold it.” he said, slapping at her thigh lightly.

“i can-” she started, words halted as her climax washed over her. she tried to hold it, but the overstimulation from the previous assaults took over, pushing her to her finish, legs tightening further around his head as her hips rolled up. his nose brushing her clit again as she rode out her high, using his face.

when she caught her breath, her legs relaxed. lando crawled up her body, his crotch pressing against her heat as he did. he held back a moan.

“i told you to hold it,” he said, hand coming to squeeze lightly at the base of her throat.

“i know, im sorry, i tried, im sorry,” she rambled, panting in between each statement.

“i know you tried,” he cooed at her, mocking, as her hands came to undo the buttons of his shirt, pushing the material away from him. his sat back on his knees, taking the shirt off and launching it across the room as she sat back up, resting on her forearms.

she glanced down at his crotch, noticing the way his bulge strained against his suit trousers, the pressure enough that the zip was starting to roll down by itself. y/n’s hand reached out, palming him through the material before fiddling to unzip them fully, tugging the button out from the loop.

“let me make it up to you,” she begged, eyes blown wide as she stared up into his. he nearly folded at the sight, a groan getting caught in the back of his throat. he didn’t respond, he simply leaned forward, laying her back down on the bed as he pressed a heated kiss to her lips, his tongue grazing her bottom lip before pulling back to press kisses along her jaw, his hand returning to squeeze the base of her neck, harder this time.

“not tonight,” he groaned in her ear, rolling his hips over hers slightly.

lando tried to keep up the poker face but she pouted at him, turning her face, as her eyes questioned him. his head dropped to her neck again, sucking lightly at the skin.

“if i even think about you with my cock rammed down your throat, ill cum - and i’d quite like to feel that tight pussy around my dick,” he laughed softly, as did she, her smile sending warmth spreading through his stomach.

her legs raised around his back rolling the two over so that she straddled his waist, his hips jutting upwards at the weight of her sat on his clothed cock. he wriggled the two of them up the bed, so that he sat upright against the headboard, his trousers shuffling down in the processes, his boxers soon after.

his cock sprang up, hitting his stomach. y/n isn’t sure he’s ever been this hard. hell, lando isn’t sure he’s ever been this hard.

her hand moved to him, thumb running over his tip spreading pre cum down his shaft, his sensitivity causing him to momentarily forget who was supposed to be in charge. lando’s hands moved to grab hers, pulling them up to rest on his shoulders, before dropping them back to her waist to raise her hips up above his cock.

“you cum when i say you can,” he stated, eyes staring directly into hers, her eyelids fluttering from exhaustion. she nodded at him. his free hand lined his tip at her entrance, running it through her folds a few times to use her slick to prepare himself. she began lowering her hips, assuming she was taking the lead. however, when she had taken only half of his shaft, his hands gripped her hips, pushing her roughly down, filling her completely.

“fuck,” she whined, as he continued to pull at her hips, the two of them working together to maintain the pace he set as she slid up and back down his cock. his moans filled the room, his head rolling back slightly at the feeling of her tight walls clamping around him every time he bottomed out. one of her hands gripped the headboard, the other playing with the curls at the back of his head as he leant back forwards to take her nipple in his mouth, a free hand helping to grip at her flesh.

“lan, fuck. too big,” y/n whimpered again, as his hips moved to thrust up into her, taking back control of the situation.

“too big?” he laughed, “never complained before,” he added before pressing a kiss on her jaw.

his hand moved back up to her neck, finger stroking the small bruises forming on her skin.

“you think anyone else could fuck you like this?” he asked, his grip around her neck tightening, her eyes shutting at the overwhelming pleasure racking her whole body.

“eyes open,” he told her, and she pried her eyes open to stare into his. her pupils were blown, and he imagined his looked the same, noises escaped her open mouth, no longer able to form words.

“good girl, taking me so well,” he praised her, noticing the way her body began to slump, her walls tightening around his cock as he continued his brutal thrusts into her, “who else could make you feel this good?” he asked her, but she simply whimpered in response, words caught in the back of her throat.

his hand left her neck, slapping softly as her cheek as her eyes closed again.

“who else?” he asked again, tone harsh.

“no one,” she stuttered, “only you.”

“good girl. you gonna come for me?”

she nodded desperately, no longer sure if she was asking him or telling him.

“can you hold it for a little longer?” he asked, eyes looking softly into hers despite the intensity of the pace he set, “wanna come with you.”

“please, lan. i need t-”

“i know,” he leveraged with her, “im almost there baby,” he added, fingers dropping to toy with her overstimulated clit, her body arching forwards so that her head rested on his shoulder, arms tightly wrapping around his back.

she felt his thrusts falter, his pace slowing as his jutted up into her inconsistently.

“that’s it, baby. come with me, come for me.”

she felt herself let go, waves of climax washing over her again as her entire body shook around him. the walls of her heat, tightening and relaxing as she finished, the feeling pulling lando to his own finishes, each contraction milking his cock as ropes of cum shot into her.

the couple fell silent, lando remained inside of her as she curled into him further, both panting, trying to catch their breaths.

“fuck me that was -” she started, unable to find the words to finish her sentence. she didn’t need to though, he knew what she wanted to say as he hummed in agreement. he rolled the two over, pulling slowly out of her as her face scrunched up from the sting. he looked between the two of them, looking at the mixture of both climaxes coating his own shaft and the top of her thighs, leaking onto her dress slightly.

“you wanna shower?” he asked her, resuming domestic conversation between the two.

“i don’t think i can walk,” she said, smiling, as she rolled onto her back and throwing her arms to either side of her body. she was a sight to behold, fucked out, hair messy and the dress they never took off sat scrunched up around her stomach leaving her mostly exposed. he laughed at the sight, not in jest, but admiration for the woman before him.

“come on,” lando said softly, moving round to her side of the bed, “let’s get you cleaned up and into some clean clothes.”

[loafysainz]

The Royal Game | LN 4

lando norris!polo athlete x princess!reader

warn: mdni, lil bit smut, obsession

minor do not read it!

Royal Windsor Cup Final – one of the most prestigious polo tournaments in England, attended by royals and high society.

Y/N knew she shouldn’t have come. She had every excuse in the world to skip, but skipping wasn’t an option when you were literally required to show up. Royals didn’t do last-minute cancellations unless they wanted to end up on some scandalous newspaper cover.

Y/N hated this event. Well, not the event itself, but the fact that he was there.

But, here she was. Sitting front row, watching Lando Norris—golden boy of polo, the center of attention, and the one person she had been desperately avoiding for the past three months.

She hated him. Well—not hate-hate, but hate in the way where she couldn’t stand the way he looked at her. Like he owned her. Like he had every right to.

All because of that one night. One reckless night, a night she should’ve never let happen, he had become... obsessed. Not in the cute, romantic way.

He wasn’t obsessed-obsessed—okay, maybe he was. Threatening her every time she ignored him, showing up where she least expected, sending flowers, notes, even slipping past security once.

And now, here she was, sitting in the royal box, pretending to be invested in the match while Y/N sucked in a breath, keeping her focus locked on the field. Lando was good. Annoyingly good. He rode like he was born in the saddle, his mallet connecting with the ball effortlessly, scoring point after point while the crowd roared. His confidence was unbearable.

And he knew she was watching.

Because every time he scored, he’d look up—straight at her.

Fuck.

When the match ended, Y/N wasted no time. Get up, smile, clap, and leave. That was the plan. Except—Lando had other ideas.

Avoid. Avoid. Avoid. She repeated in her head, dodging past the after-party crowd, sliding into the powder room like her life depended on it.

She took a deep breath, staring at her reflection. Five minutes. Just five minutes and he’ll be gone.

The door creaked open.

She stiffened. Another guest, probably.

Except—wrong.

Because when she turned around, Lando fucking Norris was standing there, blocking the door, his face completely unreadable.

“Lando—”

He stepped forward. She stepped back.

“This is the ladies’ room,” she said, voice smaller than she wanted it to be.

Lando tilted his head. “And you think I give a fuck?”

Shit. His voice was low. Dangerous.

She swallowed. “You can’t be in here—”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” He took another step, eyes dark. Not playful. Not teasing. Just pissed. “Ignoring me like that? Pretending I don’t exist?”

Y/N’s heart dropped.

“You’re insane,” she whispered.

Lando chuckled, dark and humorless. “And you’re fucking delusional if you think I’ll let you keep running from me.”

He was in front of her now, hands braced on either side of her against the sink, caging her in.

Too close. Too much.

Y/N exhaled sharply. “You need to back off.”

Lando smirked. “Make me.”

Her fingers curled into fists. “I mean it, Lando. Whatever this is—it’s not happening.”

Silence.

And then, he laughed.

A slow, amused chuckle, like she’d just told him the funniest joke in the world.

Y/N’s breath hitched when his fingers suddenly tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at him.

“I told you,” he murmured, way too close. “I don’t like to be ignored.”

Then he kissed her.

No warning. No hesitation. Just his lips crashing against hers like he had every fucking right to.

And maybe—just maybe—she let him. Just for a second. Just long enough to feel it.

The desperation. The frustration. The fucking obsession.

His hands were gripping her waist now, tighter than they should. The heat between them was suffocating, electric.

She gasped against his lips, and he took advantage of it, deepening the kiss, like he needed to prove something. Like he needed to remind her exactly who she was dealing with.

Y/N pushed at his chest. He didn’t move.

“Lando—”

“I don’t care,” he growled. “I don’t care how long you avoid me. You’re mine.”

I will add the explicit scene later, and the warning will also be updated. Happy reading hope u like it!! 🤍

[willowsnook]

Fake Love Triangle (LN & FC) 18+

lando norris x reader, franco colapinto x reader

for my friend @a-beaverhausen

"Come on, baby, give me one more," Lando cooed at you as he drilled into you from behind. Your face was smashed into the pillow, your body slumping as your third orgasm came over you. He chased his own

high, spilling into you before pulling out to lay next to you.

"I needed that," he sighed, pulling you into his side. You rested your head on his chest, agreeing.

"Me too. This stuff with Logan is stressing me out."

You were in your third year as a strategist with Williams, and this season had been rough—though so had last year and the year before that. You and Lando had been hooking up for the past season, using each other as a stress reliever, which worked for both of you. He wasn’t interested in a relationship, wanting to keep his focus on the championship. He was amazing in bed and a good friend, but you just weren’t interested in him romantically and never really had been. There was an understanding that your private activities didn’t mean anything, and either of you could end it whenever needed.

"I’ve heard you guys are replacing him," Lando mentioned, combing his fingers through your hair.

"Yeah, it’s being announced in the next couple of days. We’re bringing in a younger driver from our academy."

"Hmm, that'll be interesting."

You lifted your head to give him a look. He knew what this would mean for you and looked at you with sympathy. Looking over at your phone, you groaned at the time and moved off the bed, putting your clothes back on.

"I need to actually get a good night’s sleep before tomorrow, and your snoring prevents that, so I’ll see you around," you teased, grabbing your things. Lando pouted, but you paid him no mind.

"Good luck, and text me if you need me," he said playfully, and you shot him the finger before leaving his apartment.

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Landing in the UK the next morning, you were exhausted, still not getting good sleep even without Lando's snores. There was an all-team meeting at 10, followed by a strategy session. You were a zombie during the meeting, barely paying attention as they announced Franco as the new driver.

Walking toward the conference room, the new driver fell into step next to you.

"Hola, hermosa," he said, smirking at you. "I'm Franco."

"I know who you are," you replied, laughing as you took in the Argentinian man.

"Just wanted to make sure. You didn’t seem like you were paying much attention back there," he teased, and you rolled your eyes.

"How would you even have noticed? There were so many people in there."

"I always notice the most beautiful woman in a room," he flirted, and your cheeks tinted pink.

"Are you really flirting with me right now?" you questioned.

"Only if you like it," he said with a wink, holding the door open for you.

This was going to be an interesting working relationship.

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You quickly grew accustomed to Franco's flirting, which became part of your working routine, though you didn’t pay it much attention, considering he was like that with everyone.

Standing with his PR manager, who looked like she was about to pull her hair out, Franco strolled out of the interview room, his eyes lighting up as he saw you.

"Can you stop flirting with the reporters for five minutes, please?" she complained, and he shrugged innocently. She turned to you, "I don’t know how you put up with it."

"He does it with everyone, so I don’t think much of it," you said, and Franco frowned.

"Yeah, but it’s different with you, cariño," he said with a pout, and you gave him a quizzical look.

"How so?"

"Because I actually mean it with you," he said, and his PR manager pushed him away.

"No relationships with staff! Get away!" she shouted, and he winked at you before retreating to his driver’s room. You looked at her amused, contemplating his words. You had been finding yourself giddy around him and missed him quite a bit during the long break before Austin.

The two of you texted regularly, and you had grown to really like him, which Lando teased you relentlessly for.

Speaking of Lando, you were standing in the hotel lobby in Brazil when you felt two arms circling your waist.

"I need your mouth badly," he whispered in your ear, and you leaned back into him.

"I only have 10 minutes before I need to meet the team for dinner," you replied, and he pulled you toward the elevator.

"I can work with that," he replied, smiling as you rolled your eyes. "I have to take advantage of this before you finally give in to Franco."

"It’s not like that," you mumbled, waiting for the doors to open.

"Yeah, yeah. In the three years I've known you, I haven’t seen you smitten with someone like this before," he teased.

"So, what should I do? Go from master to his protégé?" you joked, and Lando giggled, pulling you into his room. His lips met yours in a soft kiss.

"I don’t think there’s anyone else I’d be happier about breaking us up than him," he confessed. "Now, knees, baby, please."

Grabbing a pillow from his bed, you knelt down, pulling out his already hard cock, the tip glistening angrily.

"What’s got you so worked up?" you asked sultrily, running the tip of your tongue around the head.

Lando took a sharp breath before replying, "I just need to settle my mind down before tomorrow."

Hollowing your cheeks, you took him entirely into your mouth, running your tongue around him lazily. His hand grabbed a fistful of your hair as he pushed you to take him all in. Whimpering as he hit the back of your throat, the vibrations caused him to gasp.

Looking up at him with watery eyes, he seemed to get even harder as he stared down at you.

"Fuck, you look so pretty like this," he rasped, and you pulled off, kissing down the side of him. Your hand took over for your mouth as you moved to kiss his balls, sucking gently.

"Let me take over, please," he begged, and you smirked before nodding. His cock found its way back into your mouth, and his grip tightened, starting to face-fuck you. Tears now leaked from your eyes as you gagged against him. His pace became sloppy, and it wasn’t long before you tasted him finishing in your mouth. You pulled off, swirling your tongue around the tip one last time, causing him to wince.

"Little minx," he muttered, and you smirked, getting up. You fixed your hair in the bathroom and bid Lando goodbye, wishing him luck for tomorrow.

Arriving at the team dinner, you slid into a booth next to Franco, who stiffened. You gave him a curious look, but he wouldn’t meet your gaze; that continued for the entire night. No flirty comments, nothing—just silence, and you were beyond confused.

Finally fed up with it once you both made it back to the hotel, you turned to him.

"Is something wrong?" you questioned, and he looked at you nervously, as if struggling with what to say.

"I just think we should keep our relationship strictly professional," he said firmly, and you were floored.

"You’re the one that flirts with me," you exclaimed, and he sighed, looking around as if for an escape. "What’s wrong with you?"

"Look, I really look up to Lando and respect him as a driver and a friend," he started, and you began to realize what was going on. "He’s a lucky guy."

"Franco—," you started, but he bolted, slipping into the elevator just as the doors closed. Unbelievable. Lando’s words had convinced you to give this a chance, but instead, he ended up being a cock-block.

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Lando was amused the next day during the drivers' parade, watching Franco fidget nervously beside him. Deciding to put the boy out of his misery, he turned to him.

"Can I talk to you about something?" Lando asked, and Franco’s eyes widened as he started to babble.

"I’m so sorry, mate, I didn’t know she was your girl, or I never would have talked to her like that. Just a silly crush, I promise—I’ve never touched her," he rambled, stopping when he noticed Lando giggling, clearly amused.

"She’s not my girlfriend," Lando told the poor rookie. "She’s one of my best friends, and yes, we occasionally 'help each other out,' but it’s nothing more than that."

"Oh," Franco said, relieved. He smiled at Lando nervously. "So, she doesn’t like you like that?"

Lando shook his head, grinning, "Nah, she’s into someone else. Someone new to the grid."

Franco blushed, understanding Lando's words, and smiled to himself.

That was the last time he smiled that morning, as he crashed into the barrier in the early laps of the GP.

With two drivers out, you took off your headphones, sighing as you moved back into the garage to wait for the car’s return. Franco made it back first, and your heart broke as his tear-filled eyes met yours and he hesitated nearby. After last night’s conversation, you weren’t sure what to do, but when his eyes stayed on yours, you took the risk and wrapped your arms around him.

He buried his head into your shoulder, and you rubbed his back as he cried gently. His red-rimmed eyes met yours as he stepped back, and you felt your own eyes watering.

"Can I see you later?" he asked softly, and you nodded, promising to text him your room number.

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You had just put on your pajamas after taking a long, hot shower when you heard a knock at your door. Franco stood on the other side, dressed in a casual T-shirt and sweats.

"Hey," you greeted him softly, opening the door wider for him to come in. He stepped in and grabbed you, but instead of a hug, you felt his lips on yours as he softly gripped your jaw, holding you in place.

It was a lazy kiss but exploratory, as though he were trying to learn every part of your mouth. Breathing hard, you rested your forehead against his as he smiled gently at you.

"Can you stop fucking Lando now?" he asked, and you giggled, pulling him into another kiss.

Moving to the bed, you slid under the covers, pulling them back for Franco to join you. He pulled off his shirt first, and you shamelessly checked him out, much to his amusement.

"Like what you see, hermosa?" he teased, and you met his gaze, smirking.

"As long as it’s only for me," you said, letting a little bit of vulnerability show. He smiled at you, climbing into bed.

"Only for you."

Snuggled into Franco’s side, you watched TV together.

"Feeling better after today?" you asked softly.

"Yeah," he murmured, "Just a little scary. Not as scary as Lando asking to talk to me though."

"How'd you even know about me and him?" You asked curiously, no one knew how far your friendship went.

"I saw you last night before dinner," he admitted. "My heart shattered into a million pieces."

"You are so dramatic," you laughed. Your hand was resting on his abs, gently tracing the skin there as you talked.

"We're going to have an issue if you keep doing that, mi amor," Franco said breathlessly, and you smirked, trailing your fingers closer to his waistband.

"Y/n," he breathed out as your hand dipped underneath his pants. You palmed him over his boxers and he whimpered before pulling you on his lap. Meeting his lips in a deep kiss you ground into him, both groaning out into each other. He threw his head back against the pillow and you took the opportunity to latch your mouth to his neck, sucking harshly.

Franco pushed his boxers down and you shimmied out of your shorts before sliding back and forth on his length. Moving his hands to your hips he stopped you and lifted you up a little, allowing you to sink back down on him.

You gasped as he stretched you out, throwing your head back. Franco was in heaven staring up at you and was doing everything in his power to not make this end early. You had started to move but his fingers dug into your hips.

"Just give me a second, okay?" He rasped and you smirked down at him before fighting his grip to grind onto him. You shrieked as he flipped you over, never leaving the inside of you.

"Think you're funny, huh," he said as he moved more quickly. Groaning out, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he rammed into you over and over.

His head dropped to your shoulder, and he bit into your skin, causing you to cry out and dig your nails harder into his back. One of his hands came up to your breast and his thumb rolled over your nipple and you felt yourself starting to get overstimulated, a tell tale sign that you were close.

"Don't stop Franco," you gasped out, and he brought his lips back to yours, swallowing your cries as your orgasm took over. He followed soon after, collapsing next to you as you both came down from your highs.

Finally catching your breath you felt his arms scoop you up, carrying you into the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" You asked dazed and he smiled down at you.

"Have to take care of my girl," he said and you sighed against him.

It was later when you were snuggled up against Franco, watching a movie when your phone went off. You rolled your eyes smiling as you saw the text.

LN: so no more head??? ;)

[tangentiallly]

i've been pondering the frog scene and what jinshi's and maomao's thoughts are at the moment, trying to guess what they're thinking/feeling from the actions we've seen. rereading the LN and comparing the differences.

people have pointed out about maomao's closing eyes in the anime and i'm hesitant to say i think that for sure implies she also wanted the kiss to happen. i wouldn't say i'm 100% sure that she's just resigned and thinking that she can't quite resist due to her position, but i'm sort of leaning towards it. it might partly also be that didn't happen in LN. i'm not sure. i guess, for me the thing is, yes maomao is an unreliable narrator and as we get deeper into LN we get more examples of that, and sometimes she lies to even herself about her feelings. but the thing about unreliable narrators is that they are unreliable, and there's a certain ambiguity - not that they're reliably always wrong about what they say/ think to themselves. sometimes she might be thinking she doesn't have certain feelings and not might be a lie to herself, but sometimes it's actually true, something like that. just because i believed she later did develop genuine romantic feelings (and developed them before admitting them), but there are times where her feelings were not at that stage. it's complicated, i feel. so i suppose i'm .... indecisive towards how i think she is feeling at that moment. maybe she isn't sure herself. maybe she doesn't quite know how much of her inaction is willingness and how much is worrying about potential consequences.

(jinshi might have always been lenient towards her, but there are other people to consider, too. she didn't want to get on top of jinshi earlier when she thought of what suiren would say. maybe she would think, even if he didn't pursue her pushing back against him, would others consider that, as he bought her from the courtesan house, her resisting might be an overreaction, in their eyes? that's a cause for her concern, too.)

but ultimately, just because i'm not sure, and possibly even maomao herself isn't completely sure, it doesn't change how jinshi is in the wrong here. he's in the position of power. that said, i do think he thinks that she would've stopped him if he went too far. in the book it's mentioned that he paused, for like a minute, and he's movements were slow. if she put up a fight - or maybe not even that, just an admission of okay you're right it's not a frog, maybe he was just waiting for that, and he'll back off. if they were not stopped by the dog he would've likely kissed her but i don't really think he'd do anything more than that. (idk, i like him, so i might be biased.)

maomao has reasons to hesitate and pause because of their position difference, and i feel like, at that moment, he kind of isn't really thinking about it. he thinks that she would push back if he goes too far, i think, and that he would back off in that case. they've always got a dynamic where maomao is more conscious of their difference in class than he is, so i can see how he can fail to consider that. esp in the heat of the moment. and he was frustrated - she'd just been squeezing (more than once because she was uncertain at first) and then when he thought he finally got the chance to tell her the truth she refused to listen, and they argued over it.

it's. complicated, i think. they both are. they're also just 18 and 19 and under a lot of stress and juggling many things, so. they hurt each other in the process, sometimes. it's a rocky road. so i really appreciate the apology scene. it's so good ...... frog scene is not romantic to me but the aftermath of is is an important part of the character growth. a step along their journey.

something notable to me is that i don't think jinshi get the chance to discuss this with anyone. with gaoshun wondering "if master jinshi told xiaomao" (at least in the anime), we know that jinshi didn't tell him about it - at least not at that point in time. and i don't really think he'd discuss this with basen either. and there's no one else on the trip he could confide in about this.

so while we see maomao noticing jinshi's coldness when lihaku came over, and she's thinking that he's probably still angry which she considers reasonable - instead of staying angry at her he, likely without discussion with anyone else, realized that he's in the wrong and apologized to her. (if he didn't, if he'd just ... brushed over it later, i feel like maomao is probably eager to just pretend nothing happened and moved on). and for someone in his privileged position, he could have just not apologize, but he did, instead of just stewing in anger about her refusal to listen earlier. and he made sure to stay outside the doors, to not frighten her.

it's after the fact, but he really is making an effort. i like this part about him. i love complicated characters .......

[melissa-titanium]

i probably look fucking crazy but. "kicked out of the nowhere" ln au .

SERA IF YOU SEE THIS HI MY FRIEND THANKUOU FOR LISTENING TO MY RAMBLE <3

both of them are like. late teenage years in this one. dw im not being weird about it i hate when aus do this shit for the sole purpose of making it romantic/weird. id say 15-16

six ; i think bcos shes taller and shit she couldn't exactly. wear the raincoat anymore. so somewhere along the line she and mono picked it apart and turned it into something else on her outfit -- pants? shirt? i dont know, but that's why her shorts are yellow. she kept her hair short like it is in canon because growing it out is uncomfortable and way too warm for her comfort. also sensory shit from having hair against the back of her neck. after leaving the nowhere she wears a big ass hoodie. it's more efficient than a raincoat because raincoats are LOUD AS HELL.!!!!!!! but still has a similar feeling to her raincoat AND has pockets :) crocs are. well. crocs. if you know me you know. i actually dont think they would be all that efficient when it comes to walking around but . idk. i think she would just carry them around for the purpose of walking around more safely if the ground is hard or something she's just as quiet as she usually is. over the years of living in the nowhere i think six has actually gone on to be the more physically adept of the two. we obviously know she's way faster than him, but his time in canon implies he's got more physical strength in his arms than her. i think this changes over time -- the reason she's so sickly & weak at the start of the game (not even fast enough to catch up to mono really!) is bcos of her lack of confidence and how long she spent in the cabin. the longer she stays with mono honing her skills she goes back to kicking ass. after a while, she can lift hammers with much more ease than mono can and she probably pokes fun at him for it. HOWEVER, he eventually gets that growth spurt which allows him to run faster thsn her (long legs. holy shit hes gangly) and he pokes fun at her for being short.

mono ; longer hair. he's got No Nutrients so his hair grows real slow so hes basically never cut it. he likes it longer bcos . opposite of six! he is Always Cold. like naturally cold but its still uncomfortable. SERA I SAID THIS 2 U ALSO but i think he's a walking relic. his only exposure to people, real people, is people on tvs. considering the sounds and general theme of all the stuff in the pale city/ads and stuff, i think its safe to say he only has reference of the real world from like. western 60's-90's. both him and six i imagine have severely poor language comprehension and grammar but if he DOES talk he probably talks like a kid trying to imitate their businessman father from the 70's. and as such; he dresses like his wardrobe is a time capsule. his outfits r still dark and cover his limbs but he looks like a total dork. fucking overalls and shit LOL. i don't have any ideas for face coverings at the moment but maybe he wears sunglasses & a face mask if he sees it necessary? i very genuinely feel like he'd be fine without face coverings. most people would think he's a cosplayer, seeing as he's kind of sickly looking (basement dweller appearance) with like eye contacts or some shit. idk

also funny thing id like 2 mention. their genders are Strange. when you live in the nowhere, "society" isnt exactly "pushing gender norms" onto you. chat what the fuck is a he/him? i only know Running From Monsters . in my previous notes for what they'd be like in the real world (seen below) i think this would be a very funny thing 2 explore . someone refers to six as maam and she completely ignores them (doesnt know what that means. six internal monologue voice All i am is Six so freaking call me Six) ((they're still little kids at heart i dont think they'd like to swear))

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[miley1442111]

hii love ur content!!! single-handedly carrying sydney adamu x reader fans rn LOL. was wondering if u could write something w femreader x syd where reader is filling in for marcus as he takes personal leave for his mom? like something with buildup and clear romantic tension in the kitchen btwn them and possible hesitation to act on it from syd’s end when they work together but immediately get tg afterwards ?? if you get the vision!! thank uuu <3333

thank you for requesting this, i love this idea so i'm going to give it two parts if that's ok!

i will always push the sydney adamu x reader agenda

in a minute- s.adamu

a/n: this is PART 1 of most likely two but i'm not sure yet. this is intended for a femreader but you can ignore that and imagine what you want :)

summary: you get a call from carmen berzatto to fill in as a pastry chef, you have nothing better to do, right?

pairing: sydney adamu x reader

warnings: mentions of a difficult workplace environment, mentions of verbal abuse, mentions of not communicating, cursing

Getting the call from Carmen Berzatto made you sick. He was your replacement in New York, he hated you, at least you thought he did. You were leaving New York for Paris, becoming a pastry chef after being sick of the stupid pressure and disgusting abuse you had gotten from restaurants over the years. Don’t get me wrong, being a pastry chef was difficult too, the insufferable people and bosses made you want to rip your hair out, but anything was better than New York. You had trained Carmen for a week, giving him your number in case he needed to ask any other questions. You assumed he’d deleted it. But no, four months into living in Chicago, teaching masterclasses and subbing in for people in various Michelin-star restaurants and bakeries, Carmen Berzatto called and asked if you could cover his pastry chef for a few weeks. You agreed and showed up the next day to see a restaurant that was not yet finished. Residue from walls lay on the floor, mould on the ceilings and an empty kitchen, bare of appliances met your eyes as you walked in. A pretty girl with headphones in stood in the locker room as you turned the corner and she startled when she noticed you. 

“Jesus! Y-you scared me,” she smiled, embarrassed.

“Sorry,” you smiled, stretching out your hand for a hand shake. “I’m y/n y/l/n, is Carmen Berzatto here? Or his partner, Sydney Adamu?”

“Oh my god, you’re Y/n y/ln. Like the only woman ever the International Union of Bakers and Pastry Chefs named ‘best pastry chef’,” she said, shocked that you were standing in front of her. 

You felt heat crawl up your back. You still couldn’t get used to people knowing who you were, it was strange. “The very same,” you practically grimaced. “So, are chefs Carmen or Sydney around?”

“I-I’m Sydney,” she smiled, shaking your hand. “Sorry if that was weird, I just… yeah.”

“It’s fine, I’m just awkward about it, don’t worry.”

“Ok,” she smiled, then snapped out of it. “What are you- I don’t know how to say this politely-”

“What am I doing here?” you finished for her and she nodded. “Carmen called me a few days ago, I trained him in New York and he apparently still has my number. He asked me to fill in for Marcus?” 

“Yeah, ok. So… umm, yeah ok. That’s cool,” She said, still coming to grips with it. 

“He didn’t tell you?” 

“No,” she admitted, sighing. 

“He always was kind of a dick. Don’t worry, I bet he’s just cooling-off or something, he used to get so angry we’d shove him in the freezer for a few minutes to let him calm down.”

Sydney looked at you in bewilderment. 

“I take it that he’s still like that?” you chuckled. 

“Yeah,” she sighed. “Only sometimes though.”

“‘Sometimes’ is too much for me, if he starts pulling that shit I’ll send him out. He’s such a baby sometimes,” you reminisced. “Sorry, if that’s rude since he’s your partner.”

“Well, he doesn’t really feel like a partner,” she sighed, leading you to the office. 

“Not communicating?”

“Never. I didn’t even know we were pulling down walls until they were down.”

“Shit, that’s awful,” you sighed. 

“I’ll call him and see where he is, just wait in here,” she smiled and opened the door for you, then left you alone. 

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WEEK 1

Working at the Bear was different to anywhere else you’d worked. The people there were interesting in a way that only people outside of the Michelin-restaurant world could be. None of the bullshit you’d dealt with in New York, none of the crap you had to put up with in Paris. They were professional, but they cared about each other. Tina had become a good friend in only the one week you’d been there. Richie was pissing you off enough to warrant stabbing- something that had apparently happened before, and Carmen was either there all the time, or nowhere to be seen. 

And then, there was Sydney. Sydney had essentially fucked you up. From the moment you’d met her, you knew you were fucked. Her soft smile and endearing awkwardness made her basically irresistible. It was embarrassing how in just one week, you felt like you couldn’t be in the same room as her, yet you craved to be near her all the time. 

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“Yo, you good?’ Sydney asked as you mapped out dessert ideas Marcus had sent you.

“Huh? Oh-yeah, all good,” you smiled.

“How do you like it?” she asked, cleaning the new silverware. 

“Like what?”

“The Bear?”

“It’s nice. Calmer than the restaurants I’ve worked in,” you answered and she laughed.

“This is calm for you?” 

“You should’ve seen Carmen and I’s boss in New York. Every night he’d make me stay until after closing, fixing any mistakes I’d made if I’d made any. After a while, it was just verbal abuse,” you chuckled and she smiled half-heartedly at you, her eyes missing the certain glow she usually had. 

“Sounds fun,” she joked, but it fell flat on both ends, then she walked away. You couldn’t help but feel like you’d made a fool of yourself, or made her uncomfortable. 

You internally kicked yourself. 

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WEEK 2

You liked to pride yourself on two things, your standards in the kitchen, and your ability to stay calm under any circumstance. One of those didn’t apply to the current situation, and the other had been thrown out the window 3 minutes ago when this conversation started, more specifically, when Sydney started touching your arm. 

Carmen had finally come in and you’d gotten in a fight over the menu. You wanted something Marcus had suggested and Carmen wanted fucking fig rolls or something, you didn’t exactly know but you do know that it ended in you storming off to the back of the Bear and Carmen storming off to his office. You felt a swell in your heart when Sydney had come to you first, before she went to talk to Carmen. 

“You good?” she asked, accompanying you in the freezing air. You didn’t respond, still annoyed from the conversation. “Earth to Y/n?” Sydney had grabbed your arm and your eyes trained themselves on hers. 

“Yeah, just pissed,” you sighed, answering her first question. “He really doesn’t listen, does he?” You yawned. Sydney’s hand felt like it was burning itself into your skin. 

“No, he kind of refuses to,” she joked. “But if it makes you feel any better, I like your ideas more.”

“They’re Marcus’s ideas, just my drawings,” you were quick to deflect the compliment.

“Well they're beautiful,” she declared, with some uncertain meaning behind her words. ‘Well, you’re beautiful’ is what you picked up from her insinuation and your heart beat much faster than before. “Coming back in?” She dropped her hand and you finally let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

“In a minute.” 

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WEEK 3 

Ok, so maybe you could pride yourself on just one more thing, the effect you had on Sydney. 

For the past two weeks, it’d been fleeting glances, the creating and taking of opportunities to touch each other, and small flirty conversation. Sydney had asked you to taste test some restaurants with her, and you had a great time. Conversation flowed, you felt relaxed for the first time in what felt like years, and you were spending time with the girl you liked. 

“Y/N?” You heard Sydney’s voice from behind you. “Behind!” she said. 

You had asked an old friend if you could borrow his restaurant's kitchen and he obliged, knowing he owed you a favour from when you saved him from being fired 7 years ago. 

“Yeah?” You called back, focused on your plating. 

“You almost done?”

“Almost,” you added the finishing touches to the plate and stepped back, a silent victory. It looked delicious. “Done!”

She handed you a fork and you took a bite at the same time. It tasted… terrible. You both spit it out into the sink behind you, then looked at each other and laughed. 

“That is god-awful,” you coughed, a laugh making its way out of your mouth.  

“Oh fuck that’s bad,” she laughed with you, a hand on your shoulder to brace herself. 

Both your laughters died down and her hand remained. She looked so beautiful, her hair pulled back in a blue bandana, her regular chef-white swapped for a green t-shirt and white overalls, and a smile on her face. You seized the moment and kissed her, it started out soft, cautious. Though it quickly divulged into something less sweet. Her tongue was in your mouth and your hands were roaming her waist. She gasped when you bit her lip and you smirked into the kiss. A buzzing noise pulled you two apart, heavy breathing and an uncomfortable stare of ‘what did we just do?’. You grabbed your buzzing phone, bag, and jacket, and left her in the restaurant. 

Was it the coward’s way out? Yes. Did that matter much to you? No. 

Not one bit.

[ami-no-todoke]

'That' chapter in the Apothecary Diaries LN 13

I translated (Well, more like made sense of mtl with a lil help of my very very basic japanese skills) a bit of the chapter bc I heard about it and couldn't wait even tho I haven't read LN 11 and 12 bc they're not yet translated. and IT'S SOOO *cries* sad Jinshi hours but also Maomao is funny af So here's some scenes from the chapter: (You can find the JP novel on amazon JP or online, if you know where to look.) MAJOR SPOILERS!!! Night Visit.

Jinshi bit his lip tightly. He had gone and gotten excited. Perhaps he had forgotten who he really was. To Maomao, he was Jinshi, but what did the people around him call him? He was Kazuigetsu, the Emperor's brother from the same mother, the Prince of the Moon. The young Crown Prince that the Empress gave birth to was still young. Within the court, there were some who did not entirely oppose Jinshi being pushed towards that position. In this scenario, what would happen if he had a child with a lady who he hadn’t yet married? Furthermore, how would things unfold if his partner was the daughter of Lakan?

Oof the politicss. Maomao says that while she consents to forming a romantic relationship with Jinshi and thereby sleeping with him, she does not want to make an enemy of Gyoku-you (by begetting Jinshi an "heir").

"Considering the lunar path, tonight is a relatively unfavorable day. Even if things go wrong, rest assured. I know how to handle it."

There was likely no falsehood in Maomao's words. If a child were to be conceived, she would undoubtedly take the necessary steps. She had no intention to conceal or raise the child in secret.

Heartless as it may seem, considering the potential consequences, it was the rational approach.

Jinshi embraced Maomao tightly.

and then here, when Jinshi accepts that Maomao's decision to abort if a child is indeed conceived might seem heartless but it would be the right one in their position bc they're still unmarried and he's in an ambiguous position with the royal family - the guilt he feels for making her think of all this and the sorries, uff, the slight angst is soo.

but the chapter ends with Maomao being hilarious as always as she's sent back home so it's all good, lmao.

Jinshi agonized.

Therefore, he missed the words Maomao muttered as she departed.

"I was thinking of continuing without the main event."

Jinshi was just too preoccupied.

[00127am]

CHAPTER FIVE : kiss and tell

@ noisecomplaint ln yn isn't too fond of apartment living, between the occasional roaches and the person who keeps stealing her grocery deliveries. but especially because of her exceptionally loud next door neighbors whom she has decided: she cannot stand. it's not all bad though, certainly not when xiao dejun (the prettiest boy she's ever seen) lives in the building. well, it was a perk. until it's revealed that him and her next door neighbor are one in the same.

“Come to chew me out about smoking again?”

In any and all iterations of the word lovesick, Xiaojun seems to be fitting of any and all descriptions. It’s embarrassing, the way his lips part and his eyes blow wide the second he hears your voice. The way in which he declines you the privilege of a response, primarily for the fact that he cannot seem to muster one. Not with the way you’re peering back at him, head tilted and tongue poking at your cheek. One brow raised and lips in the beginning of a sneer that despite all connotations, he can’t help but feel is charming. There’s a cigarette hanging from your fingers, dangling over the railing as the ash drips down like oncoming snow. You make it look so appealing, smoking that is, more so than Ten or Sicheng ever has. And Xiaojun begins to wonder whether it really is all that bad for you. 

He clears his throat, hand heavy on the back of his neck as he leans over the railing. Half lidded eyes slide in your direction, forcing you to swallow, hard, in a concentrated effort to push down the beginnings of a blush. His hands are dangling over the edge, tongue snaking across his bottom lip before getting caught between his teeth. His brows are furrowed, lips parted in the beginning of response that he just can’t seem to get out. But then, he does, with an expression so utterly pathetic that you could have sworn that he reached over and squeezed your heart.  “So you and Ten?”

It takes you a moment to register the implications of his words, gears turning in your head before you burst out laughing. Staring at him with a grin that pushes up your cheeks and swallows your eyes. He’s never smoked before, too afraid of damaging his lungs and forever ruining the pretty voice he uses when he sings in the shower. He’s never had an addiction in the first place. But if he did, then he’s pretty sure that it would feel like this. All consuming, setting him alight from the tips of his toes to the shell of his ears. A burn in his chest that seems to eat away at him with each change in pitch from you. Laughter as pretty as a songbird, a sound that he would play on loop if he could. 

“What?”  you muster through your giggling, waving the cigarette in his direction as you shoot him an incredulous look, “Ten and I what? Dating?” 

He nods, lip pulled underneath his top set of teeth, looking like a puppy who just got kicked. His hair is falling over his dark eyes as he looks back at you, cheeks flushed a pretty pink from the chill (it’s more so you, not that you would ever connect the dots). In contrast to his sullen, somber state, you’re out of breath. Practically bent over the railing as you snort, “What gave you that impression?”

“The picture he sent on new years. The lipstick one. You guys seemed…busy,”  

“That? No, Ten and I always kiss on the countdown. Not like a real kiss or anything. Nothing romantic, I really … yeah, I don’t think I could ever see Ten like that,”

He shoots you a look, features scrunched and eyes narrowed. He’s cute. So cute that you might fling yourself off the balcony because you’re not sure you can continue on with this conversation. It’s hard to hate him when he’s looking at you like that, an expression that is begging you to reach over and show him what a real kiss is. You grip your cigarette tighter, desperate for any semblance of getting an actual grip over yourself. 

“So you guys just make out all the time or…”

This indicts another laugh from you and Xiaojun feels all the blood in his body rush to his head. “Ten’s lucky if he gets a peck on new years. I’m affectionate with all my friends but we’re not fucking if that’s what you’re asking,”

You take a drag, watching amused as he spits and sputters over your choice of words. You snicker, lips twitching into a self-satisfied grin at his floundering. Utterly unable to find a foothold for a response. How could he ever respond to that? Sorry, didn’t mean to pry into your sex life! Bye! His face is hot as he gulps, loud enough to elicit another bout of entertained laughter from your direction. A direction which he avoids, head in his hands as he scrambles for any pretense of an apology. You’re not sure if it’s because of how pitiful he looks or because you want to escape the potential conversation of said sex life but you interject, swooping in and saving him from the inevitable, resigned comment he would have to make. 

“He asked me to kiss him all over for the picture. Said he wanted to send it to you, that it would drive you crazy,” you shrug, smoking falling over your lips in a steady stream, “I’m not your biggest fan, if you didn’t know, and it’s just Ten so,” 

Xiaojun picks his head up so quickly that the sides of his head seem to be squeezing in on him. There’s a burning itch in the bridge of his nose and a ringing in his ears, seeing double with the force of bringing himself to look at you. He blinks himself out of it, once, twice, then five times before he’s no longer staggering where he stands. “So you’re not dating Ten,”

“Nope,” you pop the P, taking another slow drag of your cigarette. 

“And you didn’t enjoy kissing him?” it’s an exhale this time as you shake your head no, eliciting him to pinch his thumb and pointer together, “Not even a little bit?”

You raise a brow, gesturing the cig in his direction as you speak. “No. You into him or something?”

If one week ago, someone had told him that his nextdoor neighbor, the same one he’s head over heels for, would be asking him if he had a crush on Ten Lee--he would have laughed in their face and told them to fuck off. If there was ever a direction in which this conversation was never in a million years meant to go too, it would be this one. A conclusion that Xiaojun has reached with the fall of his face and the slack of his jaw. And when he hears that question fall from your ever-tempting lips, it feels as if he had just gotten hit by a freight train. Then run over ten times (even the number makes him angry) for good measure. Then had the earth implode. “No! No, god no. Not him,”

He watches as his dismissal and rejection flies straight over your hair. Soaring over that pretty head of yours. You look him up and down, inner cheek caught in between your teeth as your gaze flickers back to his eyes. Your tone is dry, thick with complete and utter disbelief. 

“Uh huh,”

He gapes, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. His tone is hurried and panicked, desperate to clear up the misunderstanding that you seem to have already solidified as the absolute truth in your head. “No!” his volume is nearly at a shout before he coughs quickly and lowers it again after taking in the amused look on your face, “No, no, no, really. It’s not like that,”

“Sure, yeah,” you wave him off, smug smile twitching on your lips as you spin around on your heels, “I’ll let Ten know it’s not like that,”

“Seriously! I’m not into Ten. Yn, I’m serious-” the butt end of his sentence is interrupted by the slam of your door and Xiaojun is left standing alone on his balcony. It takes him a few moments to process everything that has just happened and when he does, he can only reach one conclusion (one beyond the fact that it feels like his entire world just exploded and went up into smoke and flames). 

Ten is never going to let him live this down.

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[spiegelgestalt]

The great Binghe-Yandere

Tierlist

for Re:zero- Characters 2.0

So a few weeks ago when I started to get back into Re:zero i joked that Re:zero and scum villain self saving System are quite similar in that they have characters who would do absolutley batshit things for love. And then i made a tierlist but it was a bad one because i only half remembered the characters. And i promised myself that i would make another one, once i rewatched the anime. Soooo i rewatched the anime, and read some of the LN and listened to parts of Arc 5 and read the Theresia/Wilhelm side stories and I present to you now the new and improved Binghe-Yandere Tierlist:

Rules and reasonings under the cut. Beware this is gonna be very long and self indulgent

So first for the rules:

all the tiers have to be something that some version of Luo Binghe did during the novel AND every character could only be placed once (or Roswaal would just be in all of the tiers -SN: Scum villain-fans Roswaal/Echidna is kind of a lot like Shen Yuan/Luo Binghe - discuss!!)

The only exception is the bonus tier because i find it funny

2. This measures the amount of obsession so/ can bring into a relationship. that does not mean the relationships need to be sexual/romantic (the onyl exception is of course the bonus tier)

And now for my reasoning:

Worlddestroyers

Roswaal - is of course the purest version of luo binghe. He would fuck his teacher, his only reason for existing is reviving his teacher, he also would kidnap his teacher if he had to. He would if pushed destroy the world if he can't have his teacher. He's very emotionally stable and doesn't believe in love (huge loser)

Sirius- I'm only partway into Arc 5 (i'm currently after the marketplace fight, capella just appeared but i dont know enough about her yet, to put her into here) but my impression is this: she is going against her entire cult teaching of loving/wanting to revive Satella becaus Satella. IS. STEALING.HER . MAN!!!! and every witchcult member doesn't mind destroying the world.

Petelgeuse in his Slothform of course would do this. He ever diligently wants to revive Satella, even if that would mean that Satella would destroy the world. AND he wants to force Satella to love him. If he could he would kidnap her and force her to be with him. And he would fuck Satella if he could. Yes it is weird knowing what she looks like, but he would. Sorry. At least he doesn't remember that Emilia is his daughter (at least i hope so)

I'd argue that Presloth Petelgeuse would also fit into this category. He uses the witchfactor fully knowing that it would probably turn him into a monster after all

Puck - look do i even need to say anything. Puck would definitly destroy the world for Emilia. It's in his contract and he doesn't give a fuck

Satella - arguably is constantly destroying the world. It depends if parallel universe are created or if the universe is destroyed and recreated every single time she saves Subaru

Otto: i heard through the tumblr grape vine that he wanted to destroy an entire country for Subaru... that tracks. I find him incredibly suspicious

Wilhelm: Look i love Wilhelm. But no one can tell me that he wouldn't destroy the entire world in an instant if that meant getting Theresia back (the only thing that would stop him is that it would make her sad)

Emilia: This might be a controversial one. And i agree: currently Emilia is not in a world ending mood but the instinct is there. All it needs is a little push. BUT I have to admit that her reason for not ending the world isn't a loved one per se but her genuine kindness and respect for life. i can imagine that she would destroy the world in a fit of rage and regret it afterwards.

Kidnappers

Reinhard: he did it to Felt and he's not even sorry. He would do it again if needed and I'm not even sure he would understand why it was wrong.

Rem: Look, we know she would do it if she thought Ram or Subaru needed it. It would be a last resort. Before that she would of course stalk them/insert herself in every aspect of their life. But if faced with a possibilty of losing them forever she would act immediatly

Garfiel is a difficult case. I'd argue Arc 5 Garfiel wouldn't kidnap anymore but Arc 4 would because of his abondenment issues. He stopped the trial from being completed because he didn't want anyone of his loved ones to leave (technically imprisonment but the point stands)

Corpseholders

before i get to my reasoning i just wanted to explain this one: after shen yuan dies, luo binghe takes his corpse with him. He keeps it alive for 5 years. He fights of anyone who wants to claim him (to bury him) and he talks to shen yuan while slowly losing his sanity. As far as we know there is thankfully no fucking involved. I just wanted to explain this to show that this is the level of obsession we are dealing with. I'd also like to add that a lot of the people in the higher tiers, would definitly do this to

Ram: I really struggled if Ram would be a kidnapper or a corpseholde but at last i decided for this category. She wouldn't kidnap Roswaal. But if she had to she would try to revive him. Her love/obsession runs deep.

Ferris: Look, Ferris is a healer and they are really obessed with Crusch. They would not let her die. They would do anything to revive her. Mark my words

Subaru: We know he would because he does it (and not even for his main waifu...).

Beatrice: Beatrice is a special case because it would depend on what Echidna would order her to do. If Echidna told her to revive her/take care of her body Beatrice would do so. She stayed for 400 years in a library to honor her mothers orders.

The Harempeople

Explanation: in an alternate universe Luo Binghe never meets Shen Yuan and tries to compensate by becoming the rule of everything and getting a harem of 600+ wives. He is extremly miserable.

Regulus: I don't have to say anything about him I guess. He's the Harem Guy

Echidna: I think Echidnas greed is not harem oriented but she is interested in people and their stories - and if she had to create a harem to get that she would do it

Priscilla just strikes me as a Harem girl. The world is there for her pleasure and so she can take everything she wants. including 600 wives

Anastasia: Anastasia tells us in her king- speech that she wants a country because she still doesn't have enough even though she got a lot. She takes and she takes and she takes but it doesn't fill the emptyness inside her. Maybe she would create a harem after she won the selection.

So thats that. That's my tier list. the people i haven't included sadly don't fit in any of the categories(for example Julius my beloved is just to well adjusted to be a yandere ~sad~) or i just forgot them. that is a possibility

if you made it this far, thanks for reading. I hope you had as much fun reading it as i had creating this post

[yata776]

Idolm@ster: Gakuen - Review

Let’s start positive. This game sells completely the strengths of Idolm@ster. All the idols are problematic students which for some reason or another are not realizing their full potential. Character-wise there are common staples of the genre: idols struggling with their gender identity or ones with self-esteem problems, but also other specific issues like a student who has given up on life after failing her previous dream, or one who has fallen into a self-hatred pit of isolation after breaking up with their previous idol unit. Not only are the character concepts here mostly interesting and likeable, but a school that encourages the alumni to be their best selves and clash with the other students is the ideal setting to explore these stories. In fact, the game is perfectly built around the idea of helping these girls to shine on stage and their personal lives.

You produce each of the idols and manage their schedules, constantly training and interacting with them through the visual novel sections to learn more about them, their insecurities, and their strengths, to see how you can make them the best person they could possibly be. Your first performances are terrible, your idols will not even be able to finish their song due to exhaustion and they will do an absolutely terrible job at it. With each produce run results start showing, learning the gimmicks of each idol’s gameplay style, using your resources correctly, and leveling up your cards all build to their visual growth on stage; they have memorized the entire song and choreography by now, a bigger audience will appear at their concerts, and more importantly, the girls start confidently smiling on stage, finally happy with themselves. Sorry to be corny but Gakumas absolutely understands why we love idols and why we want to support them. The game has been polished to a sheen to fully realize this idea. Even elements outside the game like the animated MVs for each girl make a great job on selling you on their individuality.

Sadly the game crashes and burns with the insipid writing, which is serviceable at best and God awful at worst. For some unexplainable reason Namco decided that the writing team would be helmed by Fushimi Tsukasa, from Oreimo and Eromanga sensei fame. You read that right. I was hoping time would prove me wrong but all of Gakuen’s interesting concepts are ruined by the writing. Main story scenarios get explicitly romantic with your idol of choice, and each route is plagued with the terrible tropes of your average LN, including the idols constantly reading the situation as sexual, feminizing the aforementioned idol struggling with their gender identity or your horny self insert constantly flirting with any near minor (even the teachers aren't excempt from this). The relationship between the idols and the self-insert skews from passable to creepy as shit at the drop of a hat and it’s really hard getting invested. I feel like I have to make up my own story in my head to not roll my eyes out of my skull.

Look, I wouldn’t be as frustrated here if this shit didn’t feel crowbarred into a game that does not need any of these shitty tropes to shine and that CONSTANTLY pushes the story in your face. A professional producer character who manages the girls’ schedules and gets to know them better is a great idea! But it really clashes with the juvenile dating sim thing that this game is constantly attempting. It’s even more infuriating when these tropes ruin the characters themselves. One of the idols is a genius girl who has excelled at everything academics all her life and has basically guaranteed her entire future, but decided against all odds to train as an idol despite absolutely failing at it only because she wanted to dedicate her life to her weaknesses. Fucking inspiring, right? Well, do I need to explain why giving her the shitty fetish gimmick of being aroused by pain and suffering fucking DESTROYS her character? This is past just wanting to attract a creep audience, this is terrible writing.

As you can see, I have a lot of thoughts about this game. In many ways I think this is an absolutely amazing concept and I will continue playing the game for now. The potential here is frankly outstanding, the gameplay is addictive, I love the art, and I am very curious on the long term content as a gacha, especially because it has been lamp shaded pretty hard Gakumas will be a series with an ever expanding cast of new students joining the school, meaning the writers can (hopefully, for the love of god) see what works and is not working for future storylines.

Unlike Song for Prism I am not sure what will be the future of Gakumas. Will it be a success or a failure? No idea, but I am sufficiently in love with the ideas here to be interested in this branch for the foreseeable future. Personally, the writing here is so bad I wouldn't reccomend it to anyone except the most hardcore of idol fans. I can see myself falling off hard after a certain point. My personal head canons are far more interesting than the actual story events here.

3/5

[kusuriya-no-hitorigoto]

Why all the different versions?

Firstly I would like to preface that this post was written and rolling in my drafts in 2021 so things may have changed.

As some may have noticed, Kusuriya no Hitorigoto currently has 4 versions, all running simultaneously. These are the light novel (LN), web novel (WN), the Sunday GX manga adaptation and the Gangan manga adaptation. But why?

The LN is adapted in the GX version. The same illustrator for the manga does the front covers of the novel.

The WN is adapted in the Gangan version. (This is what I wrote then, but since more of it has been released, it seems this version also deviates from the WN by making MaoMao's mother be alive, but I think there are still differences to the LN from what I remember?)

The LN and WN (and their respective manga adaptations) both follow the basic storyline with the same characters. However, some events that happen are exclusive to either version. There are also slight variations in some characters in each.

The most glaring difference, from my understanding, is that regarding Maomao's interactions with Jinshi. The LN has more interaction between the two, and thus more of a relationship built between the two at this point. (From a WN reader's perspective, it feels like fan-service since these situations are slower and sparser in it.)

The reason for this difference may be because of the LN and WN mediums. While the LN has to go through an editor since it is officially published, there is bound to be a push for certain elements that they believe will allow the novel to pull in as many sales as possible. Therefore, the romance element is played upon more. However, the WN is published on a (free) blog where the author is free to write the story as they like, without the pressure of sales or audience response. Looking at the author's past comments on the relationship between Maomao and Jinshi, especially romantic, it explains why the WN has comparatively less Jinshi/Maomao interaction and slower development of relationship. With the LN, GX and WN doing so well, it seems we got the Gangan version we're most familiar with too.

The differences I've written about are things you can look up, but my take on why there are 4 versions is stuff I've pieced together so if anyone knows for sure please let me know!

https://shikarito.wordpress.com/2017/11/07/knh-wn-vs-ln-volume-2/

[yuriswitch]

Thoughts on Nadeko and Tsukihi's relationship?

since we're saving the LNs for when we'll be able to read them in Japanese, we can't quite tell how much of what we have to say applies to the so-called "canon". As such, we can only really talk in the context of the anime, and I feel like in this case it's quite relevant, because one particular characteristic of the adaptation is that it tends to make things that were clear and explicit in the novel ambiguous in the anime (which unfortunately has a side effect of pushing a lot of the queerness in the LNs down to the realm of subtext, as much as it's pretty easy to find when you know what to look for). For this reason, a lot of the headcanons that would otherwise affect our opinion here given actual signs of things being the case don't really work for us, since they were removed a lot more than the barely hidden feelings Hitagi and Tsubasa have for each other. From what we can tell though, the text of the anime seems to show them spending a lot more time with each other in their early childhoods, only to end up separating somewhat as a result. For this reason, they seem oddly in between the siblings they psychologically would be if they continued spending most of their time together and teenage girl friendship with issues (Tsukihi is genuinely scary sometimes and Nadeko is responding in kind to the treatment she's getting for being stereotypically cute). The idea of romantic feelings also being there is certainly sweet, but unlike Tsubasa and Hitagi there just isn't anything in the anime that could strike us as a hint towards that reading, so it's more like a textually undefined possibility in the anime, rather than something explicit like in the novels. With that being said, it's interesting how they actually manage to make things work after Nadeko's severe breakdown, though that is in large part thanks to a certain conman opening up Nadeko's closet full of unpublished romance manga. We'd love to see much more of them in the future, and hopefully the upcoming adaptation will deliver on that front, with that said they're a curious case of a non-standard friendship working out after a massive crisis situation, which is really nice to see in fiction. They certainly make a nice duo, though we're pretty mild on shipping them tbh

/Funami Yui

[bridgertonopinions]

PR Anon Here: A few things to add based on the questions in the other asks. I'm going to preface with (this is my professional opinion but i don't work on LN's strategy team, so can only give insights into what i see based on my knowledge of how the industry works) A few things to note: the level of money hurled at this season 3 promo/marketing is unhinged in today's world. Multi-millions were put into promoting just this season of an established show. Netflix/Shondaland really believed in this to be willing to put this amount of money towards it. I can't think of a single tv/movie that has seen this type of push that wasn't with A-list celebrity actors. Essentially from a career standpoint, LN and NC were given golden tickets to ride this out into some amazing career opportunities. With that said, a few things I must note: 1. Nicola is a PR/Marketing teams wet dream. I would kill to have a client like her to work with. I think she took her training very seriously but also she's intuitively savvy at this. She is taking her golden ticket to becoming a powerhouse in the industry and bravo to her. 2. I've seen people write things like "where is LN's PR team..." - you'd be surprised at how frequently clients lie to use to omit things they don't think is important. We ask very through questions, but we can work with what we know. I don't think he thought his personal life would come into play and didn't bother to tell them about it. Hopefully lesson has been learned. 3. The PR playbook is essentially the same whenever two actors are promoting a romantic pairing. They were told to "play it up for the camera" BUT NC & LN have really taken it to the next level. They were given talking points by Shondaland to promote, but no one tells them what to say. I think it's a mixture of a good friendship/comfort level and NC again being a great marketer. 4. The Canada interview was telling for me and gives me a good indication that we are heading towards a winding down. The interviewer was given those questions to ask for sure. They are pulling away from one another too, they were professional and less "intimate" with one another. I'll need to see what other interviews come out in the next day or so, but the vibe has shifted and we'll probably see them shift to a more professional co-worker relationship in these interactions moving forward. Standard interactions so to speak but it will be a change from their previous interviews. I'll add a Part 2 on some other thoughts I have here that are more personal opinion vs just general observations of marketing strategy...

These are all great points but I was leaning more toward it being a morning show hence why they weren’t as touchy feeling because they acted the same at GMA and then were all over each other in Brazil - thoughts?

[hydrangeyes]

Me venting about isekai anime or anime in general tbh

Might make sense, might not

I've taken the task of watching all those animes those isekai animes a friend recommended, but the fan service in some scenes was just- not it.

I can now confidently say (the obvious but still) Fan service REALLY fucks with potential anime fans.

Like they ALL so far have potential, but then overly jiggly boobs.

Or

And this is my own personal complaint.

The male lead is so.... limp? Like he always underminds himself and what he can do. I do get it in cases where in their modern world it is just a simple thing. But like - my guy, after the 3rd awestruck look.... let it cement that you got legit what others don't (or if there are others who do that, it's not something they give out willy nilly like you did).

Like- if you don't speak up of COURSE, you'll be pushed about. Like at least know how to say NO? Or "Yeah, no thanks" "I'm not interested." "I am romantically interested."

And look, I get it, pretty lady, nice body parts, BUT MY BROTHER IN CHRIST, the personality butchering?????? (I dont have the time to go into the general topic of womwn and girls in anime as a whole)

Just. I get tropes, but that's ALL they are. There's no growth, and then one akward moment throws it all out because "oh he touched my shoulder that means he's in love with me he's just stupid/oblivious."

Why is it that just cause the ML is op (I won't bring up GL's as gods above that is also part of the talking about women and girls in anime rant), everyone else just sits back and let them take care of everything? Like, i get it in battles, but outside of that? They could also come up with good ideas that contribute to big things? Making their own strides outside of the ML that actually matter and continue throughout the story?

Why bother putting them in a fantasy world when they're not even going to explore it? You can do the same thing by blending the modern world and just having supernatural elements?

I get i could prob find these things in the LN, but it still goes back to how the women and girls are treated in these stories and just.... ugh.

And then there's the conversation of what "fanservice" could even be.

Like I funnily enough dont mind when it's equal in all ways (show off a tit, show of his also). But only when the characters are and LOOK of age (and by that i mean in their fuckin 20s), I am not going to budge on that.

But legit if that is the main appeal to the series, I can tell it goes in 2 directions.

1: its all service and no substance.

2: The service is so people can turn their attention TO the story.

And tbh... the secret third.

1.2: It's all service and no substance. HOWEVER, it has the potential to have some AMAZING substance, but... yeah.

And because I am a fanfic reader, I can find a good middle, but damn. There really isn't like... a lot? In comparison to other fandoms.

It honestly feels like a fun challenge if i didnt have my hands full with making fics and art for the games im currently in (I don't plan to post, as i try to do a one and done deal public wise and continue enjoying on my own time. Buuuut anime is different to me lol).

Anyway I'm done for now, thinking of making a list categorizing types of animes based on the overall things I glazed on in this rant.

[astonmartinii]

charles leclerc x author!reader | instagram au

pairing: charles leclerc x author!reader (the book is by ottessa moshfegh)  

y/nusername 

y/nusername: something big is coming... stay ready. 

liked by emrata, charles_leclerc and 108,978 others 

girlblogger4life: ahhh i’m so excited 

f1girl42: why did charles like this?

softricciardo: omg f1 and y/n, my worlds colliding - does this mean the grid have read her book? 

albono23: imagine them reading homesick for another world... i cannot 

vanillanymph: please stand on me  

charles_leclerc 

charles_leclerc: happy to be back on the podium but we keep pushing for more! looking forward to seeing the rest of the us - forza ferrari 

liked by ferrari, y/nusername and 532,098 others 

ferrari: great drive charles 🤭

coquettefairy: why is y/n here? don’t you have a book to release? 

imdyingformysins: not my hot girl author liking ... sports 

cowboydaniel: idk why y/n is here but it looks like her taste in men is as good as her writing 

44lewishamiltonn: see the rest of the us? or see a certain someone? 

y/nusername 

y/nusername: my sophmore book, my year of rest and relaxation, is out everywhere tomorrow. proud of myself and thankful for all of those around me. 

liked by alexademie, charles_leclerc and 142,739 others 

gonegirl777: omg, the cover, your mind 

cl16mylove: charles liked again, the second post in a row

lestappen4life: he’s either really into reading, or really into her, can’t say i’m mad either way. 

leclerc16: she says she’s thankful for all those around her, could that include charles if they’re dating? 

iwanttobethemoon: idk what’s going on in these comments with the sports girlies, but y/n can’t be in a relationship, if she finds love who else will write about being unloveable? 

f1wagupdates 

f1wagupdates: charles spotted at y/n y/ln’s book launch in new york, the rumours about them heat up after they’ve liked a couple of eachother’s posts. should ferrari be worried due to the explicit nature of y/ln’s books as a potential bad look for il predestinato. what do you think, are they a cute couple? 

liked by maxielstan, pierregasly and 872 others 

redbullfan33: just cause he liked a couple posts doesn’t mean they’re together 

marlbororeds: keep mother’s name out of your mouth 

piscesbutterfly: literally, he would be lucky to be with her 

liked by charles_leclerc 

smoothoperatorsainz: who gives a fuck what ferrari thinks, they have enough problems with themselves before looking at y/n 

yukierrelover: PIERRE LIKED??? CHARLES LIKED A COMMENT ABOUT BEING WITH HER??? WHAT IS HAPPENING 

y/nusername

y/nusername:  a streetcar named desire 

liked by danielricciardo, charles_leclerc and 201,097 others 

littebirdy: MOTHER AND FATHER?? 

mercedesqueen: there’s no way that’s not charles HE LIKED AS WELL 

teamlh44: i’m 100% certain that’s his helmet from miami as well 

danielricciardo: what about an f1 car named yearning 

charles_leclerc: that’s awful mate 

danielricciardo: just cause you bagged an author doesn’t mean we’re all fucking poets 

enchantedaniel: DANIEL AND CHARLES??? JUST CONFIRMED IT??? 

charles_leclerc 

charles_leclerc: no where i’d rather be than with you. congrats to my new york times bestseller girlfriend (pick up a copy of my year of rest and relaxation at your local bookstore now). 

liked by y/nusername, ferrari and 632,776 others 

y/nusername: i love you like the moon loves the tides 

y/nusername: also thank you for helping me after a spilt a whole bottle of red wine on myself 

violetricciardos: when will it be my turn 

virginsuicides: i’m taking a bath with my toaster rn 

sinnerandsaint: i guess if mother’s happy, i am. but who will write my sad books now? 

y/nusername: i’ll always be there for the sad girls 

pierregasly: i see, the man cuffs a writer and suddenly fancies himself a romantic 

charles_leclerc: your idea of romance is a wyd at 2am 

y/nusername 

y/nusername: adding wag to my resume, i don’t like the stress, why can’t they all get a trophy?

liked by charles_leclerc, carlossainz55 and 304,541 others 

charles_leclerc: the only trophy i need is being your trophy husband 

y/nusername:  shut up, i’m invested now, you better win 

charles_leclerc: yes ma’am 

33max33: they’re so fucking cute 

dietcokegirl: my parents... in a happy marriage??? 

charles_leclerc: i didn’t realise you had so many children? 

dietcokegirl: don’t hurt mother or we’ll kill you 

charles_leclerc: why are my kids being so mean to me?