#franco bash

[clydemystik301]

Fatal Fury characters ranked based on how scared they would be at FNAF jumpscares

[livefastdriveyoung]

Congratulations to both Alex and Franco for making it into the Top 10 in Baku!

[uwabbittuwabbit]

the f1 community finding reasons to hate on rookie drivers is weird ngl. Like first y’all did it to Oscar who is the most normal guy ever and now with Franco. Side eye.

[purinfelix]

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franco, despite what you might expect, becomes unbearably bashful and shy when he develops a crush on someone - which is exactly the reason why it takes you so long to realise he in fact didn't hate you, because why else would he act so differently around you? how is it he could flirt with interviewers who were complete strangers or joke around with mechanics he's only just met, but is almost silent with you? maybe it has something to do with the fact that he wants every interaction with you to be perfect (he can't help it ... he just likes you so much) and it's because of this he can only manage to get out painfully awkward small talk or an excuse to leave before he embarrasses himself. it kills him, partially because he's making his crush on you so painfully obvious - but mostly because you seem to be the only person who hasn't noticed.

[felicity0222]

The turn around from last night to when Logan was trending on twitter because people were genuinely happy to see him looking so genuinely happy to be in Nashville and away from Williams.

To this morning where he’s trending again but this time it’s because of the f1 qualifying and people are bashing him and sending hate, but they don’t realize him and Franco were driving two very different cars this season is absolutely insane to me. Like those people must have the memories of a goldfish and to the f1tv commentators egging on the hate by comparing Franco and Logan by nitpicking facts about Logan’s season they should be ashamed of themselves.

[papayadays]

🧸 + franco + "what the hell was her problem?" "that's what i said!"

a/n: this was such a good one eve!! tysmm <33

“tell me about your day,” you said, rolling onto your side to hold your phone.

“ah, it was the usual,” franco shrugged, his face taking up your screen. he was in a hoodie, looking as cozy and handsome as ever. “just practice runs to get data and prepare for quali tomorrow.”

“you’re going to do great,” you smiled.

“gracias, amor,” franco chuckled. “oh, wait, i had something i wanted to tell you actually. so you know my press officer, right?”

you nodded, amused. “oh no, what did you do now?” you teased.

“nada!” franco protested, holding up his hands. “i was just telling a fan i liked their merch which wasn’t official, and then my press officer said i shouldn’t say that.”

you scrunched up your nose. “what the hell was her problem?”

“si, that’s what i said!” franco exclaimed, a little too loud for his hotel room, and quieted down again. “a lot of my fans can’t afford the real merch. demasiado caro.” (too expensive)

it was crazy how much you two understood each other, being able to read the other like a book. franco always knew how to tell what you were feeling, and you could always guess what was on his mind. that instant spark was one of the reasons why you worked so well together.

you laughed, glad to share a sliver of your time with franco, but you missed having him next to you. “so, anything else interesting?”

“hm, no,” franco shrugged. “y tú? how was your day?”

“same old,” you replied. “busy with homework for uni, missing you.”

“i miss you too,” franco said softly, glancing at you through the screen. “but soon, i’ll be able to visit you.”

you grinned at that, blowing a kiss at your phone. “can’t wait, franco.”

joyce's birthday bash! 😽

[faithshouseofchaos]

Franco x male reader who absolutely can't stand microfibers and immediately pulls his hands away from franco's race suit (are those even made of microfibers?) Like its on fire, and fans just bash on reader cause what do you mean franco's boydriend doesnt give him hugs for doing good in races? And then franco just has to explain that reader severe revulsion to the texture of his race suit.

Pins and needles— Franco colapinto x reader

Word count- 974

Fluff/angst

Franco stood on the podium, grinning from ear to ear as the crowd erupted in applause. He had just secured a solid finish, and the adrenaline was still buzzing through his veins. As the celebration continued, his gaze swept over to where his boyfriend, the reader, stood on the other side of the barrier, waiting for him. There was a familiar glimmer in his eyes, a quiet pride, even though his posture seemed a little stiff.

When the crowd began to thin out, Franco made his way over, expecting the usual gesture of affection. But as he reached out, ready to pull the reader into a tight hug, something unexpected happened. The reader flinched, pulling their hands back as if they’d touched something scalding. It was almost imperceptible to anyone who wasn’t paying close attention, but Franco caught it immediately. The reader’s fingers twitched and curled into fists, clearly avoiding the material of his racing suit.

“Hey, what’s up?” Franco’s voice was soft, almost teasing. But there was a hint of concern that crept in, just enough to make the reader feel guilty.

The reader, already feeling the heat of the crowd’s gaze, hesitated, then muttered, “I… can’t… the suit.” Their voice trailed off, an apology forming on their lips but never quite reaching the surface.

Franco’s brow furrowed, realizing what was going on. He looked down at his fireproof race suit—Nomex, the synthetic aramid fiber that protected him from flames but also had a rough, uncomfortable texture. It was a fabric that he barely noticed anymore, but he knew that the reader had always had an intense, almost visceral reaction to it.

Before the silence could stretch too long, the inevitable happened. The whispers started—first quiet, then louder. Fans who had been watching closely began to exchange confused glances, talking amongst themselves.

“Did you see that? Franco’s boyfriend didn’t hug him…”

“Why is he pulling away like that?”

“Don’t they—? Are they okay?”

Franco felt a knot form in his stomach. He had never been one for the public eye, but this was different. This wasn’t about his performance on track; it was about something deeply personal. He could already feel the weight of judgment in the air.

The fan chatter grew louder, and with it, a tension began to build. Franco could feel eyes on him, on them—everyone was trying to figure out why the reader had pulled away. A few spectators started to mutter accusations, their voices tinged with disbelief.

“He’s cold, isn’t he? I knew it was all for show—what kind of boyfriend doesn’t even hug his man?”

“I bet Franco doesn’t even care. This is just for the cameras, right?”

The judgment stung, but Franco wasn’t going to let it affect him. He knew the truth. He looked up at the crowd, then back at the reader, and stepped forward. His voice was loud enough for those near him to hear, but gentle, trying to ease the tension.

“I know you’re all wondering why he didn’t give me a hug,” Franco said, his tone casual but firm. “And honestly, it’s not because he doesn’t want to. It’s because my suit—” he gestured down at the Nomex fabric “—it feels like sandpaper to him. It’s not just uncomfortable; it’s something that gets under his skin. Literally.” Franco laughed softly, hoping the humor would help diffuse the situation.

The reader stood there, frozen, the murmurs of the crowd crashing over them like a tidal wave. They had never been one to enjoy the spotlight, but right now, it felt suffocating. They could feel their face growing hot with shame. It wasn’t Franco’s fault, and yet, they couldn’t shake the feeling that they were letting him down.

Franco gave them a soft, understanding smile, stepping a little closer, as if to shield them from the growing crowd. “You don’t have to touch it, babe. But I still want to hold you.” His voice was low, just for the reader, a soothing comfort in the storm.

The reader, eyes downcast, took a slow, shaky breath. The last thing they wanted was to make Franco feel unloved or unsupported, especially after such a big moment. The worst part was that they knew everyone else was watching, judging their every move. But there was no escape from the sensation—the scratchiness of the Nomex, the feeling of the fibers pulling at their skin. It was like a physical revulsion they couldn’t control.

“I’m sorry,” the reader whispered, not loud enough for the fans to hear, but enough for Franco to catch.

Franco’s expression softened, and without hesitation, he reached out, gently guiding the reader into his arms. The moment was quiet, just the two of them, and he made sure to avoid any contact with the suit’s harsh material. The reader slipped into his embrace, not touching the Nomex, but still feeling the comfort of being held by him.

The murmurs from the crowd began to die down. Some fans now looked slightly embarrassed, realizing they had jumped to conclusions too quickly. Others were nodding, understanding now that it wasn’t a simple case of neglect, but a matter of texture—a very personal one.

“I’m not mad, you know,” Franco whispered into the reader’s ear, his hand lightly rubbing their back, a gesture of reassurance. “You don’t have to explain to anyone but me.”

The reader nodded, their chest tight but easing with every word Franco said. The warmth of his embrace, the safety he provided, drowned out the noise. The fans weren’t the issue here. It was about them, about understanding and patience.

As the moment stretched on, the world seemed to melt away. The judgment and whispers faded into the background, leaving just the two of them—Franco, who understood without question, and the reader, who had never felt more loved in a moment of vulnerability.

[passengerprincessblog]

“Off Track” ~ Pt. 5 Franco x Reader

WARNINGS: NSFW, angst, arguments, sexting, cheating.

Summary: As tensions flare between Y/N and Lewis after a heated argument, Y/N finds unexpected solace in a late-night text exchange with Franco, her forbidden feelings reigniting despite her guilt. Torn between loyalty and the thrill of something new, Y/N struggles to navigate the boundaries of her emotions as her connection with Franco deepens.

(Note: this is lowkey a filler part, just trying to move the story along and plant some lore, if you will, for later. Thanks for liking and reading.)

The evening was winding down, the soft hum of conversation and clinking glasses signaling that the gala was coming to a close. People lingered, exchanging goodbyes and quiet laughter, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave just yet. Maybe it was the adrenaline still coursing through me from earlier, or the way Franco’s presence seemed to tether me to the room. Whatever it was, I wasn’t ready to go.

Lewis, however, seemed to have other ideas. His arm had found its way around my waist, his hand resting possessively on my hip as he kept me close to his side. It wasn’t unusual for him to be affectionate, but tonight, there was a different energy about him—an almost territorial vibe that made my heart skip, especially with Franco so close.

As we stood near the bar, Lewis’s fingers dipped slightly, brushing the small of my back in a way that felt almost like a reminder. He leaned close, his voice a soft murmur, “Ready to head home yet?”

I managed a small smile, trying to sound casual as I replied, “Maybe in a minute…”

Lewis’s hand tightened on my hip, pulling me just a bit closer, and I could feel his gaze on me, heavy and expectant. But I kept my eyes on Franco, who stood nearby, nursing a glass of champagne. There was a slight flush to his cheeks, his gaze flicking between Lewis and me, as if he was caught between his admiration for his idol and… something else. Something unspoken.

We struck up a conversation about the gala, the elegance of the setup, the cause it supported. Lewis seemed content enough to let me speak, but every now and then, his hand would drift lower, brushing over the curve of my hip, edging dangerously close to my ass. It sent a shiver through me, not entirely pleasant, because every touch reminded me of the guilt twisting in my stomach. I should be here for Lewis. But I just fucked Franco in the closet.

“Franco,” I said, my voice a little too bright, “it must be exciting, being part of f1? All the fans, the money.”

He chuckled, looking a bit bashful, his eyes darting between Lewis and me. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that kind of thing. It still feels a bit surreal. Besides, compared to you two, I’m just a rookie, tagging along.”

Lewis laughed, pulling me closer, his hand slipping lower until it rested on the curve of my ass, claiming me in a way that was impossible to ignore. “You’ll get there, Franco,” he said, his voice warm and encouraging. “Work hard enough, and maybe one day, you’ll be hosting your own events like this.”

I could see the admiration in Franco’s eyes, but there was something else too—a flicker of discomfort, or maybe jealousy, that he couldn’t quite hide. He took a sip of his champagne, his gaze shifting to me, a small, strained smile tugging at his lips.

“Yeah,” he said, his tone light, but I could hear the underlying tension. “Maybe one day.”

The three of us stood there, a triangle of complicated feelings, each of us playing our parts but somehow teetering on the edge of something unspeakable. I could feel Lewis’s fingers press slightly against me, his silent message clear: I’m yours, and you’re mine. But my heart betrayed me, fluttering at the sight of Franco’s shy, slightly flushed face.

“Speaking of traveling,” Franco continued, trying to keep the conversation flowing, “You said you two might be going to Monaco soon?”

Lewis nodded, his smile proud. “That’s the plan. Got some events lined up, and it’s always nice to go back there. It’s the perfect place to relax.”

Franco nodded, but his gaze lingered on me, his eyes softening in a way that made my heart ache. “Sounds amazing,” he said quietly, and for a moment, it felt as though his words were meant for me alone, as if he wanted me to know he wished he were going, too.

The guilt clawed its way back, twisting in my stomach as I forced myself to look away. Lewis leaned close again, his breath warm against my ear. “We’re leaving. Now,” he murmured, his tone leaving no room for argument. I looked at him, slightly annoyed but he didn’t notice.

I swallowed, casting one last glance at Franco, who was watching us with a mix of longing and resignation. “Goodnight, Franco,” I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, a small, sad smile tugging at his lips. “Goodnight, Y/N. Lewis.”

I could feel the weight of his gaze as we turned to leave, and every step away from him felt like a thread being stretched thin, holding us together by the faintest of connections. As much as I knew I should be relieved to go, the ache in my chest only grew, a reminder of the forbidden feelings I couldn’t seem to let go of.

Back at Lewis’s luxurious flat, the silence wrapped around us. I quickly made my way upstairs, into his huge bedroom. As I began taking off my jewelry, one piece at a time, the remnants of the night still swirling in my mind. Franco… me.. I felt a twist of excitement and couldn’t help but smile. Lewis watched me, his gaze soft but expectant, like he was waiting for something.

“So,” he said after a moment, breaking the quiet, “what did you think of the gala? It was nice, right?” He said, watching my face.

I smiled, nodding. “It was beautiful. You did an amazing job. Your speech was…” I paused, searching for the right words, “…inspiring.” I say as I put the earrings down on the dresser.

A smile crept across his face, his chest puffing slightly, pleased with my answer. I know exactly what to say. But as I slipped off my rings, my thoughts drifted, unbidden, back to Franco.

“I really hope Franco has a seat next year,” I said, almost absentmindedly. “He’s so talented, and… he deserves it.”

The softness in Lewis’s expression shifted, his gaze sharpening slightly as he looked at me. “Yeah,” he replied, his tone neutral. “He’s a good kid. But tonight wasn’t really about him.”

The subtle annoyance in his voice didn’t go unnoticed, and I bit my lip, realizing how my words must have sounded. “Of course, I know,” I said quickly. “Your gala was incredible, Lewis. You put so much into it, and I’m so proud of you.”

He stepped closer, his hands reaching out to gently rest on my shoulders, his gaze softening once more. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You have no idea how much it means to have you here with me.”

His hands trailed down my arms, his fingers brushing against my skin, sending a familiar warmth through me. He leaned down, pressing his lips softly to my neck, lingering as he kissed a gentle path across my skin.

I closed my eyes, trying to focus on him, to let myself sink into his touch and forget everything else. This was Lewis, the man I loved, the one who had always been there for me, who had shared his world with me. But even as I leaned into him, I couldn’t shake the faint pull, the thought of Franco’s hands, the lingering touch that had marked me in ways I didn’t understand.

Lewis’s hands slid around my waist, pulling me close, his lips trailing down to my collarbone. “Tonight was perfect,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. “But it would be even better if I reminded you how much I love you...”

I forced a smile, nodding, letting him guide me, his affection a steady presence I didn’t deserve yet couldn’t resist. But deep inside, beneath the guilt and the thrill, a part of me lingered elsewhere, caught in a quiet moment with someone I couldn’t have.

And though I knew I should be fully present with Lewis, the shadow of my feelings for Franco remained, a quiet, forbidden ache I couldn’t quite let go of.

Lewis’s kisses grew more intense, his hands tightening around my waist, pulling me closer as he moved hungrily against me. His tongue swirling with mine, sending soft shivers down my spine. His desire was palpable, the urgency in his touch unmistakable.

But as much as I wanted to reciprocate, to lose myself in him, my heart wasn’t in it. My mind was a mess, my emotions tangled and conflicted, and no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t muster the same energy he was pouring into this moment.

He pulled back, his forehead creased in confusion, searching my face for some sign of reassurance. “What’s going on, Y/N?” he asked, his voice quiet but tinged with frustration. “You’ve been… distant. This isn’t like you.”

I looked away, swallowing the lump in my throat. “I’m fine, Lewis. You’re overthinking it.”

He let out a humorless laugh, stepping back and crossing his arms over his chest. “Overthinking it? Really? You think I don’t notice when something’s wrong with you? It’s insulting that you’d even say that to me.”

I took a deep breath, feeling defensive, the weight of his scrutiny pressing down on me. “I’m just… tired. It’s been a long week, that’s all.”

He shook his head, his eyes narrowing. “No, it’s more than that. You’re not yourself, Y/N. You don’t call me ‘lovie’ anymore. You barely respond to my texts, and when you do, it’s like… it’s like you’re somewhere else entirely.” He paused, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re not affectionate, you’re distant… like you’re just going through the motions.”

I felt my frustration rising, the guilt twisting in my stomach, and before I could stop myself, I snapped, “Maybe you’re just imagining things, Lewis. Not everything is about you.”

His face hardened, his expression darkening. “Imagining things?” he repeated, his voice cold. “You think I don’t notice when my girlfriend is slipping away from me? When she’s acting like she’d rather be anywhere else but with me?”

The argument escalated quickly, our voices rising as the tension between us reached a breaking point. The words tumbled out, sharp and angry, the resentment bubbling to the surface.

“You think everything’s about you,” I retorted, my voice shaking with anger. “Every conversation, every moment—it’s always centered around you, your career, your achievements. You don’t even see what’s happening around you.”

He looked at me, his jaw clenched, and I could see the hurt flash in his eyes. “You know what?” he said, his voice dangerously low. “I may be a lot of things, but don’t you dare call me selfish. I’ve done everything for you. I’ve paid for everything. I bought you the best of everything, paid off your $80,000 student debt without even blinking, and you have the audacity to call me selfish?”

His words cut through me, a bitter reminder of the life he’d given me, the things he’d provided without ever asking for anything in return. And as much as I wanted to deny it, to tell him he was wrong, I couldn’t. The truth was, he had done so much for me, more than I could ever repay.

I felt a hot flush of embarrassment, my anger fading as the weight of his words settled over me. “I… I know, Lewis,” I said quietly, my voice barely a whisper. “I’m grateful, I am.”

He scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Grateful? It doesn’t feel like it. You act like everything I do means nothing to you. I give you everything, and you treat me like I’m just… some guy.”

I huffed, too overwhelmed to say anything that would make things better. I turned, storming out of his bedroom, my steps echoing down the hallway as I tried to put distance between us, to escape the guilt and shame that clung to me.

As I reached the door, his voice followed me, sharp and accusing. “You can be so childish, Y/N! I give you everything, and you act cold and distant with me?”

I spun around, my face flushed with anger. “I do not!”

He took a step toward me, his eyes dark and filled with something I couldn’t quite place. “Then prove it,” he said, his voice low and intense, the challenge in his words unmistakable.

The silence stretched between us, thick and charged, and I felt my heart pounding, the weight of his demand pressing down on me, leaving me torn between loyalty and the confusing mess of emotions swirling inside me.

“I don’t need to prove it!” I whined, sounding more like a petulant teenager than I cared to admit.

Without waiting for his response, I turned and marched down the long hall, my footsteps echoing in the quiet flat. I reached the guest bedroom, the room he’d told me was mine back when we’d first started dating, and slammed the door behind me, letting the sound reverberate through the walls. My chest heaved as I fought back tears, the mix of anger, guilt, and frustration bubbling over until I couldn’t hold it in any longer.

I spent the next hour sulking, feeling the sting of our argument replay in my mind. The things he’d said, the accusations… they all settled in like weights on my chest. I tried to brush it off, to convince myself that I’d been justified, but the guilt lingered, gnawing at me in a way that wouldn’t go away. Eventually, I dragged myself into the shower, hoping the warm water would wash away some of the tension, and changed into some old clothes I’d left here, remnants of the days when I used to spend more time in London with him.

As I curled up on the bed, my phone buzzed, and I looked down to see a new message from Franco.

“Hey, hermosa.”

My eyes lit up, a flutter of excitement rising in my stomach that I tried to ignore. I quickly typed back, my fingers moving almost instinctively.

“Hi, Franco.”

He responded almost instantly, and I could practically hear his teasing tone.

“Why are you up so late?”

I froze for a moment, hesitation prickling in my mind. Should I tell him? Should I let him in on what had just happened? After a beat, I decided to go for it.

“Lewis…”

A pause. I watched the typing dots appear, then disappear. Finally, his response came.

“Lewis?”

The single word hung on the screen, and I stared at it, my heart pounding as I wondered what he was thinking. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea, maybe I was crossing a line. But before I could second-guess myself, my fingers moved again.

“Nothing.”

I hoped he’d let it go, but Franco was persistent.

“Come on. What’s wrong?”

The concern in his words made my heart ache, and suddenly, I found myself pouring out a little more than I intended.

“Just argued…”

I hesitated, watching the screen as he typed, the anticipation building.

“Are you okay, hermosa?”

His words wrapped around me like a warm embrace, and before I knew it, the truth spilled out.

“I wish you were here.”

A pause, and then his response came, as bold and honest as ever.

“I wish you were with me.”

My stomach flipped, and I felt the thrill building, the tension between us reawakening despite everything that had happened with Lewis. The guilty thoughts from earlier seemed to melt away, replaced by the excitement that only Franco could bring out in me.

“Where are you?” I typed, my heart pounding.

There was a slight delay before his answer came, as if he were weighing his response carefully.

“My hotel.”

My fingers trembled as I typed, feeling the forbidden nature of the question.

“Where?”

His answer came quickly, but his words made me smile, a soft laugh escaping my lips.

“Hermosa… Don’t ask me that. I’m going to need you to come.”

“Fine,” I replied, smiling to myself as I felt the thrill of our conversation overpowering the guilt that had been hanging over me.

He replied almost immediately, teasingly pushing the conversation forward.

“What are you doing?”

I smirked, typing out my response.

“I’m just in bed. Giving Lewis the silent treatment.”

“Poor Lewis,” he replied with a hint of mischief. “You should be nicer to him.”

“Glazer.” I text back.

“Says you,” he shot back. I’m unable to stop myself from smiling.

“I don’t glaze him.” I rolled my eyes, shaking my head at his attempt to tease me.

“Sure.”

A laugh slipped past my lips, and I could feel my mood lifting, the heaviness of the evening melting away in the warmth of Franco’s messages.

“So you are just in bed?” he texted, and I felt my heart race at the subtle implication.

“Yes,” I replied, biting my lip as I waited for his response.

A moment later, his next message appeared, sending a thrill through me that I couldn’t deny.

“I would love a picture.”

My stomach twisted with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. Should I send him a selfie? This was already dangerous territory, pushing boundaries I shouldn’t be touching… and yet, the thrill was undeniable, a pull I couldn’t resist.

I glanced at the mirror across the room, debating with myself. My heart pounded as I weighed the options, the rational part of me screaming to stop, while the reckless side urged me to go for it. After all, it was just a picture, right? Just a small, innocent picture…

My fingers trembled slightly as I picked up my phone, my heart pounding in my chest. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. Just a picture, I told myself, nothing more.

I stood up and walked over to the mirror, taking a moment to adjust my appearance. My tank top had ridden up slightly, exposing a sliver of my waist. I tugged it down, but not before taking a quick selfie, capturing the tantalizing glimpse of skin.

Too much? Maybe it’s not enough…I wondered, biting my lip as I debated. But then again, Franco had asked for a picture...

With a flush creeping up my neck, I decided to take another photo, this time angling the camera to show off my cleavage. My breasts strained against the thin fabric of my top, the outline of my nipples visible through the material.

I hesitated for a moment, my finger hovering over the send button. What am I doing? I thought, panic rising in my throat. But then I remembered the thrill of Franco's earlier messages, the way his words had made me feel desired, wanted.

Before I could second-guess myself, I hit send, the picture winging its way to Franco's phone. I immediately felt guilty, my stomach twisting with a mixture of excitement and shame.

Oh god, what if he shows someone? What if Lewis finds out? My mind raced with worst-case scenarios, even as a part of me thrilled at the danger, the taboo nature of what I had just done.

I paced the room, my heart pounding as I waited for Franco's response. Minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. Maybe he didn't like it, I thought, panic rising in my chest. Maybe I went too far...

But then, my phone buzzed with a new message, and I nearly dropped it in my haste to read it.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous. You’re going to give me this while I can’t be near you? Evil." Franco had written.

I felt a rush of heat flood through me at Franco's words, my cheeks flushing with a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. I know I am doing.. and I hate that I’m enjoying this..

A thrill of excitement coursed through me, and before I could second-guess myself, I typed out a response.

"Your turn," I wrote, my fingers trembling slightly as I hit send. "I want to see you too."

Oh god, what am I doing? I thought, my stomach twisting with a heady mix of anticipation and anxiety. But I couldn't deny the thrill that shot through me at the thought of seeing Franco, of having something tangible to fantasize about.

After a few seconds, I get a notification.

It’s a picture of Franco, in the big hotel bed. His abs on full display. My stomach twirls.

I feel myself grow with need. Need for him.

I can’t respond.. what am I doing?! But my fingers are doing something else entirely, typing out another message.

“I didn’t get to see that tonight.” I text back. Even in the throes of our rushed closet moment, I didn’t get to see all of him.

“Well, I didn’t get to see it all either.”

My face heats up. Fuck….

“Would you like to pretty boy?” I hit send. I turn my phone off and throw it at the edge of the bed. What’s wrong with me?! Lewis is literally done the hall.

I felt a rush of panic as I threw my phone, my heart pounding in my chest. What the hell am I doing? I thought, my mind reeling. Lewis is right down the hall, and I'm sexting with Franco?

But even as I tried to talk myself down, I couldn't ignore the heat that still pulsed through my body, the ache that had settled low in my belly. God, I want him, I admitted to myself, biting my lip hard enough to hurt. I want to see more of him, to feel his hands on my skin...

I paced the room, my mind racing with possibilities. We could sneak away, I thought, my heart rate picking up at the idea. Meet up somewhere private, somewhere where no one would catch us...

I shook my head, trying to clear it. No, I can't, I told myself firmly. I can't do this to Lewis, can't betray him like this. Even if he did hurt me tonight, even if he is an asshole sometimes... I love him. I can't throw that away.

But even as I tried to convince myself, I couldn't deny the way my body reacted at the thought of Franco, the way my skin tingled with anticipation. Fuck, I thought, running a hand through my hair in frustration. What the hell do I do?

I glanced at my phone, sitting innocently on the bed. I should just leave it, I thought, my resolve wavering. Should just ignore his messages and try to forget this ever happened...

But even as I thought it, I found myself walking towards the bed, my hand reaching out for the phone. Just one more look, I told myself, my fingers closing around the device. Just one more peek, and then I'll put it away. I swear.

I unlocked the phone, my heart pounding as I saw the unread message from Franco. Don't open it, I told myself, my finger hovering over the screen. Don't do it, Y/N. Just put the phone down and walk away...

I stared at the screen, my finger trembling as I hovered over Franco's message. Don't open it, I told myself, my heart pounding in my chest. Just put the phone down and walk away...

With a shaky breath, I opened the message, my eyes widening as I read Franco's words.

“Please, baby.”

I hesitated for a moment, torn between my desire for Franco and my loyalty to Lewis. But even as I tried to convince myself, I couldn't deny the way my body responded to Franco's messages, the way my heart raced at the thought of sending more to him. Just one more picture, I told myself, my resolve crumbling. Just one more peek, and then I'll stop. I promise.

I pull my shirt up and over my head, letting it gently fall to the ground. I pick my phone up as I take a few tantalizing photos of my bare chest.

I hesitated for a moment, my finger hovering over the send button. This is crazy, I thought, my heart pounding in my chest. I'm really going to send him a topless picture?

I sat on the bed, my heart pounding in my chest as I stared at the screen, waiting for Franco's response. I can't believe I just sent him a topless picture, I thought, my cheeks flushing with a mixture of excitement and shame. What if he shows someone? What if Lewis finds out?

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. "Hey, sweetheart," Lewis called softly, his voice muffled through the wood. "Can we please talk?"

I froze, my eyes widening in panic. Oh god, he's here, I thought, my stomach twisting with dread. He's going to see me like this, topless and waiting for Franco's reply...

I scrambled to grab my tank top from the floor, my hands shaking as I tried to grab it. But it was too late. The door swung open, and Lewis stepped into the room, his eyes going wide at the sight of me. My hands drop the shirt, on the end of the bed on accident.

"Y/N, what..." he started, but his voice trailed off as he took in my state of undress. I could feel his gaze on my bare breasts.

I quickly covered my chest with my hands, my face burning with embarrassment and shame. I fully expected Lewis to be furious, to demand an explanation for why I was half-naked.

But instead, he just smiled and laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "What, you couldn't find a shirt in here?" he teased, his tone light and playful.

I blinked in surprise, caught off guard by his reaction. "I... um..." I stammered, my mind racing to come up with an excuse. "I was just hot," I finally managed, my voice sounding weak even to my own ears.

Lewis's smile faltered for a moment, a flicker of suspicion crossing his face. "Hot, huh?" he said, his voice tight. "Funny, I just turned the AC up."

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. He knows, I thought, panic rising in my throat. He knows I was doing something, something wrong...

I could feel Lewis's eyes boring into me, his gaze intense and searching. I shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny, my hands still covering my chest. He knows something's up, I thought, my heart hammering in my chest. He just doesn't know what.

"Come on, babe," Lewis said finally, his voice tight. "Let's go back to our room and talk, okay?"

I nodded numbly, my mind racing. Should I tell him the truth? I wondered, my stomach churning with guilt and fear. Should I confess to sexting with Franco, to sending him topless pictures?

But even as I thought it, I knew I couldn't. I couldn't hurt Lewis like that, couldn't betray him with the truth of what I had done.

"Okay," I said quietly, my voice barely above a whisper.

I reached for my tank top, my hands still shaking as I pulled it over my head. Lewis watched me, his expression unreadable. He knows, I thought again, my heart sinking.

I followed Lewis out of the room, my steps heavy and slow.

As we walked down the hall, I could feel the weight of my guilt pressing down on me, threatening to crush me beneath its heavy burden. I'm a terrible person, I thought, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. I'm a liar and a cheat, and I don't deserve Lewis's love or trust.

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🙈😅 yikes. Lewis LEWIS HE KNOWS AHHHHHH … or does he? Hehe.

Next time Franco will be getting involved into some online drama 🙈

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I appreciate all of you! 💜

[italian-lit-tournament]

The participating authors for the Italian Lit(erature) Tournament: the general list + a google form to add other proposals

Podesti Francesco - Torquato Tasso reading Jerusalem Delivered to the Estensi court

The start of the Italian Lit(erature) Tournament (first edition) is getting closer, but first I want to post the general list of the authors partecipants.

The principal issue is that every literary canon is constantly changing, with more critical studies over the years. I've thought about it, read and searched, and the solution I found has two parts:

I will take the principal authors from this list, which in turn is based from the studies of Gianfranco Contini and Asor Rosa. The list is too long and many names are only chronicles and essayists, so I'll chose the principal ones, trying to balance between north/south Italy and male/female authors (taking into account that many authors that we study are men). As you will see below under the cut, the list is already pretty long, doing some math the challenge will be 2/3 months long.

Still, I recognise that this isn't 100% unbiased and fair, so I opened a free and quick google form when you can add a maximum of two authors that you don't see in the list. This considerable limit is to avoid having too many names - if in some answers I see more than 2 names, I'll take into account only the first 2 listed.

IMPORTANT! 👇

After much thoughts, I also chose to don't include living authors or authors death only recently (before January 2023). The reason is simply to avoid potential issues in the community, like bashing between fandom or admirers of some specific author, or going too far like offending some people near the author still alive or recently deceased. Maybe if this tournament will end well, a second edition could be made next year and maybe with the addition of living authors! (I'm already thinking to do an italian or european cinema tournament in the future but this is still in the draft).

Under the cut, you will find the list of the authors already part of the challenge, name-surname with the surname in alphabetical order. If you don't see a name that you want to see, use the form to add it!

edit: I added the ones from the surbey so far, all in italics. There are names that have been sent but already on the list.

Dante Alighieri

Sibilla Aleramo

Vittorio Alfieri

Cecco Angiolieri

Pietro Aretino

Ludovico Ariosto

Matteo Bandello

Anna Banti

Giambattista Basile

Giorgio Bassani

Cesare Beccaria

Maria Bellonci

Pietro Bembo

Matteo Maria Boiardo

Giovanni Boccaccio

Giordano Bruno

Dino Buzzati

Italo Calvino

Andrea Camilleri

Giosuè Carducci

Guido Cavalcanti

Carlo Collodi

Vittoria Colonna

Gabriele D'Annunzio

Giacomo da Lentini

Caterina da Siena

Alba de Céspedes

Cielo (Ciullo) d'Alcamo

Edoardo De Filippo

Federico de Roberto

Grazia Deledda

Umberto Eco

Beppe Fenoglio

Marsilio Ficino

Dario Fo

Ugo Foscolo

Veronica Franco

Carlo Emilio Gadda

Natalia Ginzburg

Carlo Goldoni

Antonio Gramsci

Francesco Guicciardini

Tommaso Landolfi

Giacomo Leopardi

Carlo Levi

Primo Levi

Carla Lonzi

Niccolò Machiavelli

Alessandro Manzoni

Giovanbattista Marino

Giovanni Meli

Pietro Metastasio

Eugenio Montale

Elsa Morante

Alberto Moravia

Anna Maria Ortese

Giuseppe Parini

Goffredo Parise

Giovanni Pascoli

Pier Paolo Pasolini

Cesare Pavese

Francesco Petrarca

Luigi Pirandello

Angelo Poliziano

Luigi Pulci

Salvator Quasimodo

Gianni Rodari

Lalla Romano

Amelia Rosselli

Umberto Saba

Emilio Salgari

Jacopo Sannazaro

Goliarda Sapienza

Leonardo Sciascia

Matilde Serao

Gaspara Stampa

Mario Rigoni Stern

Italo Svevo

Antonio Tabucchi

Torquato Tasso

Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa

Pier Vittorio Tondelli

Giovanni Verga

Giambattista Vico

Renata Viganò

Elio Vittorini

Giuseppe Ungaretti

[laura1633]

Oh wow i have a serious problem i just went over what i wrote to you and i probably should have stopped at the first two sentences but it gets me upset the abuse lando faces i dont even like the guy i perfer oscar, max, charles and carlos but even i know that sending death threats to someone is not okay, and it upsets me that people almost always take his words out of context like when did lando say he actually had a chance at winning the wdc this year? I've seen people bash on him for the latest race where max raced incredibly, but what they dont seem to understand is that the race's terrible race conditions could have actually seriously injured him, we all seem to forget that the guy is younger then max, less experienced, and has huge problems with self-worth that actively seem to affect the way he race's. the fact that max won in the rust bucket that barely seemed to work in favor of the guy is incredable, but bashing on another driver for seemingly not wanting to take a chance with the awfull race conditions (*please note that this is what it looked like to me on what lando was doing that race where he did make mistakes but the weather wasnt helping ether* also note that that franco, oliver and others commented ether on the weather being dangerous, their cars 'Presumably the cars not agreeing with the weather ether', or the fact they couldnt see for shit and out right stated that someone should have a talk with the fia *i couldnt watch the whole race but ive seen snippets of driver radio's and the like, so i cant say with 100% certainty that this is correct*)

So yeah i think that, if i as someone who doesnt like lando, its really concerning what some people say about the guy and as a side note none of the other drivers seem to notice the hate from what ive seen but this last part might just be me. What are your thoughts on the hate lando's been getting seeming to increase anytime he seems to actually want to enjoy racing with the other more popular (equally popular?) Drivers?

🍑anon

Hi anon, 

That’s okay, I will respond to this ask rather than the previous one (but just for context for anyone else the previous ask was about fan fiction so wan’t anything mean). This ended up being a really lengthy answer because I have lots of thoughts!!! 

I’ll put the answer under the cut and tag as anti Lando despite this really just being my opinion and I personally don’t think I am being particularly harsh here but maybe people will disagree.

Firstly hopefully to most people it goes without saying that sending death threats is not okay, that goes for any of the drivers (and various other individuals that I have seen targeted over the past few years). I also have never understood people specifically going to an individual’s social media page just to spout negativity or abuse at them, if you don’t like someone you don’t need to follow them. 

However, I am surprised that people seem to be shocked that Lando is receiving hate online as this is absolutely nothing new and, if I am being honest, I have seen worse (not that this is a competition!).

I will speak from the perspective of being a Max supporter and say that the abuse he has received both online and at track has been appalling over the years. After Silverstone 2021 there were plenty of comments from people saying he ‘deserved’ such an awful crash or that they wished it had been worse. Even this year there were memes going around saying that maybe we needed a repeat of Silverstone 21 (a meme liked by Lando’s dad no less, not that I think we should be blaming children for their parent’s actions!). Not only that but there is rarely a week that goes by that I don’t see jokes online about how Jos is the only one that ‘can beat Max’ or people posting memes about Max being left at a gas station when he does badly. Max needed a bodyguard in Mexico last year because there were concerns over death threats, he’s been booed up on the podium, had people chanting cheat at him in the fan zone, every comment section on his social media includes comments telling him he is a cheat or that his achievements mean nothing. The British media are like vultures any time there is even a hint of controversy. I don’t know why everyone is suddenly up in arms about Lando receiving hate, perhaps its a case of only caring when it happens to ‘their’ driver. 

It doesn’t just happen to Max either. I don’t follow Lewis on social media but I still know the type or racist abuse he has faced over the years. Other drivers also receive abuse - Lance for example has vile things said about him, Nicholas Latifi was sent death threats after 2021. I am sure most if not every driver has experienced some level of hate. Social media can be extremely toxic. 

Do I think any of the drivers should have to deal with such toxicity? No, but Lando is nowhere near the only one to receive hate and I don’t think someone like Max who appears ‘strong’ should have to put up with things because people get the impression it doesn’t bother him.

Whether the other drivers notice, well probably they do but its not happening just to Lando. Did Lando realise how much toxicity was being thrown at Max after Austria or Mexico? Did he try and calm things with the media or did he double down and make things worse for Max? 

As for taking Lando’s words out of context. That definitely happens from time to time, the same as with any driver. Media goes for clickbait headlines and run with them. The problem is that Lando has also said things that haven’t been taken out of context and that people still find distasteful. The comments about it not being talent and being luck did not come across well. I was tempted to give him the benefit on that one and assume he was referring to himself and saying it was not him being untalented but unlucky but then he doubled down by saying nobody deserved to win the race more than George - how can I take that any other way other than the fact he was saying Max didn’t ‘deserve’ to win the race. 

As for Lando saying he thought he could win the WDC, if he didn’t think he could win it this year then to me that would be more of a concern. He has a championship winning car and has done for most the season, if he can’t win it now then when?! He should have been confident that he could win or at least put up a good fight. I would have had no problem with him openly saying he is going for the championship. Look at Charles who is not afraid to say that whilst it is still possible he is still fighting. I think part of the problem here lies with Mclaren because they should have been fully backing Lando and hyping him up but seemed to flip flop back and forth about whether they thought he was truly in the fight. It’s hardly going to give Lando confidence when his team don’t seem to be backing him as strongly as they could be. 

As for Brazil, Lando didn’t have a great race. George got past him at the start. He made too many errors. Charles finished in front of him despite starting behind him. Max, Esteban and Pierre took a risk staying out on those worn inters, they gambled on the fact the race would be red flagged but also on their abilities and confidence to keep the car on track under those conditions. They all did extremely well and deserved their podium spots. The most important thing though is that all the drivers came away without serious injuries because over the course of that weekend there were numerous occasions where entertainment was put over safety. If a driver felt they had to pit for safety reasons then I am glad they took that step.

Lando is younger than Max but I don’t think we need to baby him in terms of his racing or in terms of giving him a free pass with what he says in the media. He is 24 years old, the same age Max was when Max won his first championship under very intense pressure. 

I think you are correct about confidence or self worth affecting him. Whilst I wouldn't like to comment to much on his mentality, to me (and I don’t tend to watch too many of his interviews so I could be wrong) he seems to flop back and forth between being overly critical of himself and then also not taking accountability and saying someone else just had the fastest car or were lucky. I think it would be really good for him to be able to look as objectively as possible about where he has actually made mistakes and can improve but also being able to pick out the things he has done well and be proud of those things. 

Overall I don’t think any drivers should have to put up with the amount of hate that they have to put up with but Lando is not the only one to receive hate and, dare I say it, I don’t even think it has been as vicious as some of the things I have seen over the years. Social media is toxic and people should be more mindful and realise these are real people - all of them!! 

Also, once again lets be thankful that nobody was seriously hurt over the weekend and lets hope the Fia take steps to act more swiftly when safety cars and red flags are needed and that they put safety above other concerns.

[livefastdriveyoung]

If you're bashing one driver while promoting another, especially in the case of Logan and Franco, you're not doing anyone but yourself a disservice.

Aside from the fact they were driving two totally different cars, everyone is different. James Vowels is already talking enough for you.

[letternotekisses]

HAII May I request Franco Barbi NSFW headcanons/drabble? THANK YOU SM!! <3

franco barbi nation this one is for u <3 nsfw below da cut

"You'll keep your fuckin' mouth shut about this."

You barely register his threats when he's crowding you against the cold wall, impatiently kicking over a barrel that was somewhat in his way. You take his growls with a grain of salt - seeing as this wasn't exactly the first time he'd bent you over mid trial. Franco is always quick to tear that stupid gear off your chest to get to your plush tits underneath, burying his face in them like he'd die without.

He's all talk. Don't be afraid to get a little bit stern with him - curl your fingers in his disarrayed hair and guide his movements while he feverishly eats you out. Franco wants you to make a mess on him because he's so desperate to please, he doesn't care if you get his expensive suits dirty - he can buy several more. It's actually almost pathetic how desperate he is for it.

Franco isn't above humping your leg to get his fix - and I imagine it probably just ties into his humiliation kink. Call him a good boy and he'll cum in his pants almost instantaneously. Same goes for whenever you let him fuck the supple flesh of your tits - anything to do with it has him kicking his feet and flushing a deep, bashful red.

Doesn't like sharing his things, and you fell under that category the moment you allowed him to sink his cock into your tight little cunt. It'll have him distracted in trials - chewing out anyone who dare touch you in a way that seems opposed to violence. Would one hundred percent throw a fit and shoot someone in the foot with his lupara.

"Come here, sweetness." >>>

[oatsa-the-humanoid]

Hi......

Sorry for sending in another request butbut (if you are still taking them) could you please draw a flustered Franco with a face full of lipstick marks?

Thank you (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

Never be sorry about sending a request. I love all of your guy's requests!

Here's Franco, embarrassed and flustered about the numerous lipstick marks across his face. 💚

He's so bashful when he gets love.

[muffy-official]

Tilly(Matilda) Newman, bride, manipulator, prime asset

Standing at maybe 5'6 without and 5'7 with heels on(not sure yet)

Early 30s

Looks weak to most, but you'd be surprised once you see her pin a man onto a wall like a dead butterfly with spare blades, adding another addition to that horrifying hallway in one of her trials areas

Yes, this is the woman I mentioned trading the at the time reagent Gabby for contraband goods such as wine and whiskey. She at first wanted to keep her as it finally was her turn to have this reagent, but heard she and Barbi knew eachother and took the chance to demand some goods in exchange for the young woman. Had to tie her up after putting her into something fancier to ensure Tilly gets what she wanted, doing hair, makeup, telling her how ladylike she looks while she's unaware where she's going to later.

She doesn't like Gabbys sometimes childish and not so traditionally female nature, wants to hyperfeminise her, doll her up to make her become "a ideal woman". Just like Tillys own mother did it to her growing up. Putting her into different dresses to try them on, applying full faces of makeup, posture lessons, sitting, talking etc. Since Gabby is so vulnerable at times she's generally too afraid to speak up. Tilly even victim blames her, calling her weak, saying how she let it happen herself, that it's her fault that Coyle stabbed and carried her to Phyllis, Coyle generally hurting her, things Franco did when she got singled out and later traded by Tilly, alongside expop and later reagents causing harm. Making the girl believe it was all her fault instead. Only time she tells her she's done a good job is later as expop where Gabby stabbed Coyle a few times into his shoulder in self defense after just being touched by her hands after enough torment was the last straw for the girl

Tilly is also in favour of the lady big grunts, would also put them through lessons, but less harsh when realising that Murkoff is responsible for their disfigurements. Maybe you see her gently brush one of the ladies hair or remains of hairs in a calm moment of peace

She has a slight(maybe even severe) drinking problem, tends to start during downtime whenever unwanted memories come back up or after she used her flirtatious ways as a survival tactic again, saying how her mother was right seeing her as a slut and the such

She came long before Barbi was considered for Lathe, felt quite upset when he got a trial before she did get her 2nd one

In one of her trials, the bridal parlour and photo studio, there's a wall pull of wedding photography. Reagents, expop, prime assets.. Murkoff themselves put them up there intentionally

Another environment might be a Great Church perhaps where you'd have to sabotage/ruin a wedding ceremony

Honestly not sure yet really

Bio:

A former bridal model Murkoff had a close eye on for quite some time. Men and women alike looking up to her as this embodiment of purity even though she truly wasn't, it's all a facade she built up to be the perfect model in the house. Having fascination for weddings and the ceremony, but no interest of becoming a housewife or bearing children, she's afraid of it. Her job let her play out her fantasy over and over again without the consequences the real deal brings. Eventually competition enters the building and she did end up murdering the new woman a month in, bashing a knife in and out of different places, the woman being nearly unrecognisable. Tilly did it as she was afraid to be replaced and abandoned, to lose her job, lose her fantasy land. She disappeared herself via abduction while trying to get rid of the body as Clyde alongside other people were following her car to a lake further away from the city site. Later a interview happened within a different facility before being moved to sinyala, thought no restraints were needed. She eventually started to give out flirtatious remarks towards Clyde Perry to manipulate him into forgetting where he was with his questions which went on for a bit until he did notice what she was doing and then questioned here as he presented evidence of the murder on that innocent woman and that pinup photo shoots results she never got to see as the man ran off once she passed out from drinking too much, resulting in her lunging over the table to push Clyde backwards to the floor and once she was near enough she started clawing through his face in a fit of rage, guards having to pry her off of him before she could get ahold of a nearby desk lamp.

As mentioned above she was taken advantage of to do a secret pinup photoshooting with a photographer she thought was in love with her just how she was with him, her being absolutely wasted and eventually passing out, waking up to the building being empty as he ran off with the material, only leaving 3 tame photos behind.

Her mother was also fairly strict growing up. Hated how little Tilly preferred play fighting and playing in mud, etc instead of being like other girls her age. Once her father who supported her never returned from service. Her mother had her all for herself. Molding(grooming her to be fair) her, pressuring her into becoming ideal as a adult, having her turn into who she is now

It's also possible that a child she used to collect dead butterflies and pin them onto a board or frames, eventually doing it with live ones..

For her trials I don't have clear objectives yet

Also here's them both together, the scaling may be a little off

[pleaseeeimjustagirl]

You Need To Decenter Men From Your Life 

Heyyyy babes<3 We will be working on decentering men from our life. This is super important! As women, we are taught to appeal to the male gaze and do everything for male validation. This can affect many young women. Causing them to have trouble being themselves and dealing with insecurities. This is also for my girlies who are serial daters. You have never been in a season of your life where you were truly single. You use relationships to ignore the real problems you have with yourself. This post is not to bash men! It is to help you ladies decent men from your life so you can start your self-love journey<3

How to decenter men

♡ Focus on making your teens and twenties about you! How can you love someone and you don't even love yourself? Self-love is the best form of love! Take this time to get to know yourself and pour into yourself. Travel, test different careers, make new friends, and so on. Your teens and twenties especially your twenties are the most important years of your life and you won't get them back so really take this time to focus on bettering and improving yourself inside out so when you start dating again you feel and know you are the prize.

♡ Let go of society's beauty standard! Most of us will NEVER be the beauty standard. You may have certain attributes that fit into the beauty standard but not all and that is okay. Your higher power created you a certain way for a certain reason. Beauty standards change! In the 90s thin was in. The model body was the beauty standard now having curves specifically an hourglass figure is the beauty standard and it is funny because 20 years ago if you told a girl she was curvy or had a big butt she’d feel insulted. 

♡ Validate yourself. Let your opinion of your beauty be the #1 opinion. Affirm yourself in your beauty and remind yourself you are that girl! Compliments are nice to hear but your confidence shouldn't change because someone calls you unattractive. We are all attractive and unattractive to someone. You deserve to be loved and you're beautiful. Tell yourself that and believe it don't wait for a man to come and tell you before you can truly believe it.

♡ Learn to enjoy your own company. I understand wanting to have someone, going on dates, and receiving flowers but you need to take this season of singleness and pause especially if you haven't been single in a long time. Learn to enjoy being alone, find hobbies, take yourself out on dates, buy yourself flowers, write love letters to yourself, and heal your internal wounds. 

♡ Be realistic about men. They are people just like us lol the eat, sleep, and poop. Men aren't perfect individuals they have their insecurities and issues. And this isn't me trying to talk down on men I like men lol. But once you take them down from this pedestal you will be able to see them as regular people.

♡ Reads books on decentering me. Try and find books on this topic to educate yourself further on decentering men. There are amazing books on amazon I will list a few for you ladies to check out<3.

Book Recommendations

♡ How to Be Single and Happy by Jennifer L.Taitz

♡ Healing the Purpose of Your Life by Dennis Linn

♡ Platonic: How The Science of Attachment Can Help You Make—and Keep—Friends by Dr. Marisa G Franco

Comment any tips that you have, and share any books, podcasts, and YouTubers! Thank you so much for all 172 of you babesss love youuuu ladiesss<3

[bwoahtastic]

What about Franco joining the breadbasket group? He's this tiny tiny baby fox and yaps and just runs around causing chaos and doesn't settle until he's clinging to one of his siblings. Toto chuckling cause he reminds him of baby Seb and Sebastian just sighs and knows Franco has tackled on of the others when they hear a thump, with a yelp and then a bunch of giggles as Franco is bouncing around but he only truly settled with Max and seeks out his approval and he is so in love with Lewis and actually is a little scared of him cause he admires his new Papa so much

Oh plss!! Seb thought one chaotic little baby fox (and a less chaotic Pierre fox) was enough but then Franco just sorta... arrives ar the house and decides he is home now sksk. He is such a happy little thing but very chaotic! Loves to zoom around on his lil legs chasing his other siblings to playfight! He is very cuddly tho and that's the only way to calm him down, he especially loves Maxy cos he purrs so loudly and it makes Franco giggle!

Franco being so bashful arounf all his papas at first (not momma, momma is comforting from day 1) but especially around Lewis! He judt looks up to his cool papa so so much!