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Stu Animal Crossing is nonbinary and no this doesn't make sense unless you are me but you should know it is true
#acnh#i have been back into this game lately#i am trying to catch everything i possibly can this month to fill out the museum while simultaneously trying to get another star#it is going... eh#stupid firefly squid#anyways yall should believe me when i say Stu is not cisgender#also tagged new horizons specifically because it is the only game ive played#lol sorry i grew up with hello kitty seasons for the wii#mo speaks#i should make another tag for “mo goes on an adhd fueled rant in the tags”#because nothing ive said here has anything to do with the post#hello random person reading this#i had too much sugar today and for some reason i do not handle that well#welcome to the insanity that is my brain#this is why this is on the alt account
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Finally finished this awful mess of a drawing. Guess they training or something, idfk.
Like it? Reblog it! :)
#charcadet#ceruledge#my scribbles#pokemon#pokemon scarlet and violet#how does my stylus still have a nib?#software used qas arftflow#wonder what story this is telling you dear rando#are folk even reading the tags?#hello random person :D
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every now and then i glance at fanfic that i know is gonna be really weird just to like. reset my brain a little. there are people out there who not only thought of this, they actually wrote it and then they posted it online for anyone to read. i mean they put their name on it and everything. they allowed comments. God bless em
#the last description i read before closing the tab i had to stop myself from saying aloud ''ex fu*king scuse me''#i was looking at wall-e fanfic (just rewatched the movie hnnng wall-e my beloved) and you know there's gonna be some wild shit in there#but i didn't expect something like ''when anyone in a pixar movie dies they show up in the cars universe'' like. hello#my brain rebooted a little after reading that. maybe yours did too! thank you random fanfic writer#this probably sounds mean but i don't intend it that way... i very genuinely appreciate the reminder of how unique humanity is#even if i thought of that i never would have written or posted it and the idea would have died alone in my head#but now if you want there's a fanfic out there that explores that idea and for that i salute the author#anyway#this sure was a post#fanfic#fandom#personal#abbie needs a twitter
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She peels the orange with a knife, stabbing at the center and slicing haphazardly. And she wonders why I'm bleeding.
#that one orange poem in tiktok but with a twist of my own#mommy issues again#me and my mom#writers#quotes#poetry#poemsbyme#dialogue prompt#random dialogue#painful quotes#sad qutoes#poetic#prompts#short poem#short poetry#i usually post long phrases but i like this one#and look hey i actually have a personality out of my sad poems#so hello to whoever's reading this far in the tags#lowkey trauma dump#i trauma dump in my poems tbh#i wish my mom was kinder#relationship of the knife and the flesh#another poetry idea#i sincerely apologize#for whoever is reading this lol
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Well, I am finally reading The King's Mother, and by far the aspect I'm most enjoying is the portrayal of Richard as The Favourite Golden Child.
#Edward? Edward's an idiot#George? George is a brat#Richard? Richard is a perfect angel#Why hello my fellow shameless Ricardian#Random#Personal#Am Reading#The King's Mother by Annie Garthwaite#Cecily Duchess of York#King Edward IV#George Duke of Clarence#Richard Duke of Gloucester#But poor George why does everyone hate him#It feels like George is the new Richard or has it always been this way#I need some positive George portrayals#Do we have any novels with George as the loveable protagonist?#Poor poor George
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Every once in a while two media spins collide into an AU that I will never write
Allow me to introduce you to the 5Ds L&Co AU with
Yusei as Lockwood
Crow as George
Aki as Lucy
Jack as Kipps
Ushio/Trudge as Inspector Barnes
I've only read the first book (so far) and watched the Netflix series so I don't have the perfect roles for each character worked out but those five are Just Perfect, lol
#hello and welcome to aus that are so niche i am *literally* the only person it appeals to lol#yugioh 5ds#l&co#lockwood and co#random ramblings#dont mind me#i love flo but i dont have a good 5ds casting for her lol#ive seen some spoilers from ao3 tags/summaries so i think godwin or zone would have to be a gender-bent fittes prob lol#idk i need to read the rest of the books first i think lol
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there's this girlie (gender-neutral) i keep checking goodreads' of because i can't stop looking at their "all-time favourites" shelf and thinking to myself "why dont you also put 50 shades of grey on there"
#like 4 out of 9 books look like this: blue background#two people standing next to each other (stylized)#red and blue contrast (omg!)#the title is like “anna and clara's love story: lesbianism for women who are not interested in women”#and the reviews to those books are all “i've seen this on tiktok. clara is like sooo relatable fr 😭#“#im such a hater i just keep thinking about it randomly. like how can you just put it out there. all-time favourites you say#obviously this is not just a random person#its a an acquintance through unfortunate circumstances#but every time i write a review on goodreads#i have this moment of okay now gotta torture myself. lets check their profile and see what absolutely stupid opinion they have on the latest#book they've read#THAT BEING SAID everyone who has goodreads dm me right now. i am so nice#also lol saw their review where they were like “the poc was written weirdly#i checked the author and she's white. ofc!“#YOU ARE ALSO WHITE DJHDHDKDJDHDDKFJ HELLO?
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grits teeth this anxiety is just an excuse to treat myself better that's all this is telling me. It's just the sign to go on more walks and make myself my favorite tea and read more. Things that WILL feel good and luxurious so help me
#going to win at self care something that is normal to want and possible to achieve#knowing for a fact i'm never anxious about the thing i think i am and i'll figure out 2 years from now what this was about#but still having random intrusive thoughts and judging myself for everything i've ever done is like.#guess i will just stew in this! until unspecified date my brain decides things are better. rolls eyes this shit again#>:/#things that should feel fine do not feel fine i can't tell if they're really not or if i'm just having feelings at random#love to be the sherlock holmes of my own fucking life trying to figure out what's going on when the causes for this in the past have been#everything from actually horrible job to didn't read enough to too much noise in the morning to actual depression to not enough interaction#to too much interaction#like? give me a clue here#am i upset about insert event this fall or am i sad i got a b on a recent paper. hello??#side note this is so funny i put more personal details into this recent paper bc the professor said we should#got a worse grade than my sterile infodumps. back to infodumping it is! experiment concluded#it was also 30 minutes late maybe that's why#she also just skipped grading a presentation i did? like just. wasn't on there#idk man i might just take the b for the class trying to decide if i care enough to email to be like#you have skipped. assignments
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Damn well. One of the clear ways you can tell my ex is bullshitting about me being anywhere near conservative is the fact that i get along well w the left leaning portion of my family vs the right leaning portion whomst i Do Not get along with or interact with
#my gma is probably the most liberal irish old lady you could know#like can we stop pretending sbsjsbnsns#admit that i got into that dumb shit bc i liked the magic part and would have 100% left if i knew what the other shit was implying#there Wasnt. infact. other intentions.#i was literally 14 years old. my biggest intention was to sleep draw and smoke weed.#i did not have the brain capacity or mental capacity or planning ability to have other intentions behind it.#i was paranoid and i wanted to protect myself. im not sure where i got lost tho bc literally nothing ever said anything about jewish ppl#either its as i remember it- and no one mentioned it back then outright- or its always been that way and i somehow blissfully#walked past it interpreting it as something a christian priest would do.#i kinda feel like its as i remember it. krazy how my memory of things is oft correct#anyways hello random person who might be reading these tags. i used to think all those conspiracy theories were about christian#conservatives because loterally HOW DOES IT NOT SOUND LIKE SOMETHING THEYRE FAR MORE LIKELY TO DO.#i just liked the chakras and crystals and aliens n shit but literally its the alien belief that brings you over there AND LET ME BE CLEAR#aliens are prolly real but the conspiracy theories ppl come up w about them sure as fuck arent#regardless. somehow i walked through all of that w/o ever adapting the idea that 'jewish people bad' which seems to be an idea that was#pushed or more obvious later on as the years progressed?#idk. shits wack#idk how i missed that shit but i do think it might be because i avoided any conspiracy theory website that said anything with 'God' in it#all the gs in the page capitalized. i just knew i couldnt trust it then. youd think i wouldve noticed something was wrong if i was already#doing that. however. i was also paranoid and i grew up always feeling unsafe bc ppl would bully me and trick me and pick on me n such#which ironically made me more trusting of people? apparently its a thing that happens.#its apparently bc ppl who are too trusting but who are abused or whatever can become even less trusting of themselves and what they know#anyways i shouldnt have to explain every little detail of my life in the tags but oh well#the things i do to not get yelled at for shit i dont believe in unless i#clarify otherwise sdbjsks
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sun n moon song :
#its such a cute song ok. ok.#you didnt have to say my name/ ignite my circuits and start a flame/ but you did#LIKEEEEE#my like. rough ''story'' or whatever for them is just a combination of every x reader fic ive read so like#*starts working @ pizzaplex. becomes friends w robots. spends time in daycare on the clock#bc funny robot guys. oops got a crush but oblivious about it. sb plot kinda sorta happens. domestic apartment life a la bol. etc. roughly#aaand. idk. this is such an oops funny robot guy falls in love at first sight song#bc this random human was nice to them and treats them like an actual. person. oops ! whoopsie ! oh no!#hello goodbye twas nice to know you how i find myself without you that ill never know#like. waaaaaaaah#TURPENTINE ERASE ME WHOLE CAUSE I DONT WANT TO LIVE MY LIFE ALONE WELL I WAS WAITING FOR YOU ALL MY LIFE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#sun is sooooo hopeless romantic coded to me. ok. waxes poetic but like in a sorta silly dramatic way.#hello goodbye im rather crazy and i never thought i was crazy but what do i know?#<< also a sun coded lyric#OK THIS SONG IS MAYBE MORE SUN CODED THAN MOON BUT LIKE. I HAVE A GOOD MOON ONE TOO ILL POST IT IN A SECON D#☀️#🌙#mine#musicposting#<< gonna start making that a tag. i think its fun hehe#Spotify
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Some of y’all need to stop being Yanks without the Doodle Dandy
#random thoughts with rowan#yeah no idk what to tag this as so hello to the one person reading this 🫡
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Happy pride month! I just found out one of my friends found my tumblr, and they hit me with that knowledge today. Mildly traumatising but I love them it's fine
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imagine if all my friends were the same person. not as if the thought just made me violently sick of whatever
#random thoughts#what if everyone were the same person. what if everyone were a version of myself. what if i am alone and all around me is false#solipsism is a rather egotistical belief system isn't it? but what if i am the only? are we not all crispins? hello crispin. hello crispin.#but what if there are only two people in the world? and the other person is everyone else?#the thought tears at my viscera. my head knocks the tiles as i write and i think i like the feeling of cold floor#it's like in my story. the one i wrote earlier. published#i feel so. no. like i. can't maybe. respond? respond? my crispin speak to me#icannotfuckingbreathe. hello? it's lovely to there is no-one else her meet you. my town is so empty all over#crawling with what? my skin is and so is my whole body#i want to tear away my veins and so knees press buttons unsolicited unseemly. i am the knuckle-bones they throw#throw me away!! i am!! or was!! were!! the people!! cannotfunction#feeling so so soso so unwell what is wrong. the reality that the floor will swallow me#and i will remove my casque et trouver une room blanche and i am seated and the world was fake. it's how i imagine death#neat little cubicles of white. everything hurts how dare you pretend the sun#i couldn't and cannot again read this over my sickness weakens me#in serbian it's rather poetic; moja bolest me slabi. i think. at least to me it's lovely#oh no oh no oh yes i am distracting this is good this is so very good this is so very good
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Hello everyone, I have another campaign to share.
Ayman and his family have been displaced after the bombing of their home. They are barely able to afford any basic resources due to the skyrocketing prices in the Ghazza strip; as such, they lack access to food, medicine, and even water.
In order to evacuate and rebuild their lives, this family is trying to raise €90,000. So far, they've only raised €742; they've only had 1 donation in the last 2 hours.
Please help them in any way that you can. Donate if you can and share their campaign; anything you can do will help save their lives.
VETTED HERE (94)
(fyi, the campaign description is in French. I personally used Google translate to read it, so apologies if I got anything wrong)
TAG LIST (DM me for removal)
@whisperingmedows @writerdoublein @e @rykerpuppy @renmemberme @t0w0bey @teddycuba @yogurtcake2000 @uchorusa @imp-panada @irunkefir @insufferablepilled @ichor-arrows @passion2lovvers @awesomepeoplehangingouttogether @dirkcapitationn @fatalbloomsinmoon @nabulsi @90-ghost @el-shab-hussein @aria-ashryver @northgazaupdates2 @sar-soor @flower-tea-fairies @palestinegenocide @gazagfmboost @palestine-info-uncensored @heba-20 @aces-and-angels @fairycosmos @greenpinkstraw @ibtisams @radicalgraff @r4ms3yy @thestrugglerrr @shug888 @decolonize-the-everything @fototingobug @gaza-evacuation-funds @g3wgaw @greydrits @gainnecorpse @gasfuzbj @hamsterdads @himbo-noxx @heijegerkannibal @juliccardi @jvstcallmespade @kk3o2 @katylokk @keff-fr @literallyneurodivergentandaminor @lenaeeessshhh @la7ma-mafrooma @lutielutik @certified-dentist @cemetaryvampire @chemautopsy @cryptid-catnip @vetted-gaza-funds @vantisanjo @blu-berriez @neptunerings @neatleaf @meit1
(sorry for the randomness of the tags, I just used what popped up. If anyone has advice on how to make a good taglist please tell me)
#free rafah#save rafah#rafah#gazaunderattack#gaza genocide#gaza#gaza strip#free gaza#free palestine#palestine#support palestine#all eyes on palestine#viva palestina#palestin#palestinian art#palestine news#i stand with palestine#palestinian genocide#save palestine#the gaza strip#gaza under siege#falastine ask#palestine genocide#help gaza#save gaza#rafah under attack#all eyes on rafah#rafah border#rafah gaza#rafah news
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x : NOT JEALOUS ! :*+゚
in which: alhaitham isn't jealous, he doesn't get jealous, so what is this suffocating feeling in his chest that only happens when you're talking to another man that isn't him?
warnings: 5.4k words, jealous!alhaitham x gn!reader who has loads of rizz, university!au, fluff with angst but happy ending, pining!alhaitham who doesn't realise that he loves you, kaveh is there, mention of cyno, ooc at some bits?, swearing, alhaitham is a little bit of an asshole at some parts sawry. he's bad with feelings.
a/n: inspired by @danijaci's jealous jealous boy comic with alhaitham! hi dani if you're reading this pls don't perceive me... hides... but i hope you all like it :,)
Alhaitham isn’t jealous.
The uncomfortable feeling obstructing itself in his throat is just because he’s beginning to develop a sore throat- that’s all. It is flu season after all, who knows what kind of bacteria are in the air? Ones capable of lathing an uncomfortable oil that burns inside his chest, the smog crowding its way into his heart, sickening him to his core as Alhaitham can’t help but eavesdrop on the conversation happening beside him.
“I’m free friday,” a voice besides you confirms.
“Okay!” you cheer, sounding a little too happy for Alhaitham’s liking. After all, it’s 9 am, who has this much energy in the morning? “lets do Friday then!”
“Sounds good, I’ll see you then. Bye Y/n.”
“Bye, see you!” Alhaitham watches from the corner of his eye as you wave to the random stranger you’ve decided to associate yourself with before finally taking the seat beside him with a sigh.
He doesn’t say anything to you, feeling your eyes glance at him expectantly as he stares stubbornly at the lecture board instead of acknowledging you or the jumble of feelings clogging up his diaphragm.
“Hello, you,” You lean over slightly, careful to not invade his personal space whilst waving at him, hoping to catch his attention. He glances at you, nodding in greeting before returning to his book, the pages and rows of words only fuelling his unease he suddenly felt. He doesn’t even know where he left off, the book’s events a blur in Alhaitham’s mind.
How bothersome. What’s happening to him?
“Talkative today, aren’t you?” Your tone is playful despite his cold attitude and Alhaitham sneaks another look in your direction, noting the way your lips curve upwards. “So, how are you?”
“I’m fine,” he murmurs, inserting a bookmark between the pages before slamming it shut, an indicator that you could keep conversing with him.
“Cool.” You tap your nails on the desks of the lecture hall. “Oh, I finished my essay the other day.”
“The one for your elective?”
You hum in agreement, “I hope I never get it back. Submitted it ten minutes before the due date.”
“You know you wouldn’t have been stressed over it if you just started it earlier-”
“I know, I know,” you huff, “spare your productivity lectures for another time, I’ll be needing them later in the semester.” The grey-haired shakes his head as you laugh, but his gaze returns to the front cover of his book as he solemnly thinks about the interaction you had with another man, right in front of him.
(What right did he have to see you smiling so earnestly like that?)
“Who was that?” Alhaitham coughs out, barely choking down his pride in time to make space for the question.
You murmur some guy’s name that he doesn’t bother to remember. “He’s a friend of mine in the same discussion group for this course and we decided to do the assignment together. He bumped into me on the way in so we were just planning when to meet to do the research.”
“Oh.” Your answer doesn’t calm the churning in Alhaitham’s gut. Not even one bit, in fact, it makes it worse.
But it’s not jealousy, Alhaitham doesn’t get jealous because he’s above petty feelings of inadequacy. He’s merely concerned for you, worried for your brainpower by the end of the project because your partner seems less-than-incompetent. If you’d picked someone like Alhaitham (or better yet, just picked Alhaitham), you would’ve aced the class without even blinking an eye.
(The two of you are friends, so why didn’t you pick him? It’s literally been proven that the two of you are compatible working together since you were both executives of Sumeru’s Cultural Society, and amidst all of the activities the club has run, you’ve collaborated many times to make each event run flawlessly. So why not him? Why would you pick another man over him?)
“You know you could have picked me, I wouldn’t mind working on the assignment with you,” he grumbles, words soft but very clear.
Alhaitham misses the way your eyes widen in shock as apologies scramble out of your mouth. “I’m sorry! I automatically assumed that you wanted to work on it by yourself. Next time I’ll ask you.”
The lecture begins before he could say anything in return and like a robot, he sets his thoughts aside and begins listening, notes document up and cursor blinking at the ready.
A mundane two hours pass by, one powerpoint slide after powerpoint slide before the lecture is finally over, much to your pleasure. Alhaitham notices the way you eagerly jump out of your seat to stretch, grabbing your bag. On the other hand, your grey-haired accomplice takes his time in packing up, forcing you to wait for him.
“Would you like to get some coffee before the meeting?” You ask.
“Sure, we can find a seat there and join it together,” he adds and you beam at him, expression bright and so enchanting that it makes him forget about all the perplexities he felt before the lecture.
The two of you make your way to one of the many campus cafés where you practically wrestled Alhaitham to stop him from paying for both your orders (losing in the end) before sitting at a booth, your laptop set up with a pair of Alhaitham’s earphones shared between you. The meeting begins to fill up with almost all committee members, even Kaveh, who resides in his room of his and Alhaitham’s shared flat. Upon noticing him, you go to text him, with the grey-haired peeking over your shoulder from time to time to see your conversation- not that he cares that much.
(Perhaps if Kaveh glanced up from his phone, then he’d see how close Alhaitham had gotten with you, breaching the distance that he prefers to keep around others. He’d also notice the headphone sharing despite how he generally tends to keep them out of anyone else’s hands.)
You’re tasked with the role of taking notes for the meeting since Alhaitham, in your opinion, is not at all a reliable scribe. His notes tend to just include vital information and never what everyone else needs to know, yet each time you scold him for it, his unbothered expression never falters, waving your complaints off with a shrug.
“Hey, Kaveh and I are going to go for lunch tomorrow after our classes. Care to join?” You ask, smiling at him hopefully as your messages with Kaveh sit open on your screen. Alhaitham doesn’t think twice before agreeing.
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“It looks like it’s about to rain,” you murmur, pulling out a chair as Alhaitham and Kaveh take their seats opposite you.
“So it does,” Alhaitham notes, not caring to look too long out the window before returning his gaze to you. “You have an umbrella, right?”
“I, uh, didn’t think I needed one today.”
“Do you not check the weather before you leave?”
“Not everyone’s like you, Alhaitham.” Kaveh teases. “It’s no problem, Y/n, if it rains I can walk you back to your dorm.”
“Only if you are okay with it,” you insist, “I have no problem walking home in the rain. I love the rain.”
Alhaitham intervenes with a raise of his hand. “Nonsense, you’ll catch a cold. We’ll walk you home.”
A soft but genuine ‘thank you’ slips from your lips, neither of you wiser to the way Kaveh eyes his roommate suspiciously, not missing the use of ‘we’ in his sentence and the implications the collective pronoun has. For it meant that Alhaitham is willing to take precious time out of his day to perform an act for someone that he is not indebted to do. Not that Alhaitham is inherently selfish, per se, but he is a man of routine. He wakes up every morning and takes five minutes to scribble on his stupid whiteboard in the kitchen what he has to do for the day and strictly abides by it, not even straying two minutes off schedule.
Willingly volunteering his minutes? Kaveh finds that suspicious.
“So, how’s your architecture assignment, Kaveh?” You ask, breaking the blond from his daze whilst Alhaitham pours glasses of water for the table, starting with your cup.
“A nightmare,” he sighs, sinking into his chair. “I still have so much to do, you know my professor didn’t like my blueprint? How ridiculous! I hope that man steps in a puddle and wets his sock.”
The grey-haired pipes up with a remark. “I can’t wait for it to be done, our living room is a mess right now.”
“Hey, I am the one that cleans that living room, thank you very much. Your bookshelf is still a mess even though I’ve asked you to clean it five times.”
“If it bothers you so much then why don’t you do it yourself?”
“I’m the only one who-”
“-I’m going to go to the bathroom,” you murmur, cutting the conversation before shuffling out of your chair, seemingly eager to do so.
Kaveh turns to the grey-haired again, “and you just scared away Y/n.”
“Sorry no one wants to hear about your architecture project.”
“Y/n literally asked, asshole.”
A rebuttal sits on the tip of Alhaitham’s tongue- as it always does when it comes to bickering with his roommate, but it dies out when an intruder comes to the table. “Excuse me, I hate to interrupt,” he begins, “but the person who just got up, is that your friend?”
“Yeah, why do you ask?”
“Oh, I just wanted to drop this off, mind passing it over for me?” The piece of paper he was holding lands in Kaveh’s hand. “Thanks, bro.” Is all he says before strolling away, out of sight but definitely not out of mind.
The blond does not hesitate to open it up, chuckling in amusement when reading the content. “’Hey you’re cute, here’s my number’ it says. What a bitch! You didn’t like his vibes either, right, Alhaitham?”
“Hold on, what does the note say?”
Grabbing (snatching) it from Kaveh, the grey-haired has half a mind to rip the note apart, a certain sense of distaste washing over him that intensifies the long he stares at the guy’s handwriting. His eye is twitching. Why is his eye twitching?
“Hey!” He hears Kaveh call. “Don’t scrunch it, that’s Y/n’s-“
Alhaitham stuffs the ball of paper into his bag where he’ll recycle it later even though something irrational within him tells him to burn it. “Y/n won’t miss it. You said it yourself, he’s a bitch.”
“Sure, but why are you doing-“
“Hey!” You interrupt, sliding back into your chair with a grin on your face. “So, what did I miss?”
“Nothing,” the grey-haired murmurs, assuming his crossed-arm position. Kaveh side eyes his roommate before agreeing with a hum. “Let’s order something now. We want to beat the rain, right?”
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This meeting for the Sumeru Society might have been one of the most important ones of the year thus far, with almost every committee member expected to attend. After all, the annual ball was a big event that always had the largest turnout, and the amount of planning that goes into it to ensure its success is almost triple that of its other events.
So why weren’t you here?
“Why did you leave the meeting early on Friday?” Alhaitham asks as soon as he sees you.
You pause briefly, eyes widening and eyebrows raising. It must have been the way that Alhaitham’s voice raised a pitch towards the end of the question, demonstrating a nervous break in character that was not at all typical. Cool and collected would be the defining words to describe Alhaitham, as well as someone who does not care for the menial activities of others, so what is he doing asking you? And why does he care so much?
“I, uh, had dinner with someone,” you confess, continuing to grab your books and laptop, missing the way his features contort into something un-cool, and very un-Alhaitham.
“Whom?”
You murmur the name of some other guy, who he vaguely recalls to be your project partner.
“What?” Alhaitham snaps.
“I didn’t think missing out on some of the meeting would be a big deal! I got another committee member to explain what I missed,” you justified. “Besides, there’s no big events going on right now, so I thought-”
“-That you could abandon your tasks and go have fun with someone else?”
Alhaitham’s not really sure why he said that. He’s not angry that you skipped a meeting; there are larger things in the world to worry about, he’s angry because you spent time with another guy that wasn’t him.Why not go to dinner with him instead? He spends it every night with Kaveh, and you are far more favourable than Kaveh.
“Is it really something to get mad over? I already told you, I got the meeting notes and everything-”
“-You’re an executive of the society, Y/n, more is expected from you.”
“Seriously?” you ask, “how come you didn’t bat an eye when the vice president wasn’t there the other day?”
“Because she was sick.”
“Okay, fine! what about the subcommittee? they’re not always there either!”
“They’re subcom. Whether they miss a meeting or not is not crucial.”
“So, it’s just my business that you care about?” You ask, eyebrows furrowed, disbelief clouding over your expression like a mask.
Again, Alhaitham doesn’t know where these punches are coming from and why he’s throwing them against you so viciously, but his heart is tightening defensively with a burning emotion that he’s been feeling more and more recently, and his first instinct is to lash out, to protect himself from it.
Perhaps it’s because foreign things that he can’t understand terrify him and you, all you ever do is make him feel things that he’s never felt before and he can’t understand why.
“You’re not that special.”
A flash of hurt gleams in your eyes and Alhaitham knows now that he’s royally fucked up. “You’re an ass,” you grumble, about to walk away when he intercepts.
“Listen to me!”
“Fuck off!”
“Y/n-”
You’re gone before he can get another word out, retreating figure stomping away whilst his chest weaves into knots; something that no amount of deep breathing can calm. It doesn’t help that the minute he returns home, Kaveh is onto him like some sort of parasite, curious over the tense air surrounding his normally-composed roommate.
“Hey, welcome home- whoa, what’s gotten into you?” The blond asks.
“None of your business,” Alhaitham grumbles through gritted teeth, taking his shoes off and throwing them aside haphazardly. Kaveh doesn’t miss the way Alhaitham’s jaw is clenched, or the strain in his hand when he brings up a hand to run through his hair, or the very subtle and minute twitch in his cheek.
The blond ignores all signs that he wants to be left alone, and instead, follows the grey-haired to his room after he swung the door open.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on, let’s talk about this-”
“Talk about what?” Alhaitham growls.
“Who pissed in your black coffee today?”
“No one. Now get lost.”
“Aw, come on, you know what they say. Getting things off your chest is always beneficial.”
“There’s nothing on my chest, go away.”
“You sure? no stress, no deadlines, no love interest making you tear your hair out-”
“-No, no, none of those!”
“Then what?”
Alhaitham steadies himself by resting his elbows on his thighs, hands clasped together as he exhales loudly. “I got pissed and took it out on Y/n, who’s mad at me now.”
“Huh? Why so annoyed?”
“Because Y/n went to dinner with another man.”
It’s silent for a while. The sassy quip that he expects from Kaveh does not happen. Instead, the blond merely smiles, a satisfied, knowing grin that slightly irks him. “You know, I’ve been waiting for the day you realise you have feelings for Y/n.”
“What? Where did you get that conclusion from?” Alhaitham sits up straighter. There are a lot of things he knows, and he knows for sure that he does not like you in any way beyond platonic. He doesn’t have any time to spare for love. There are scholarships he still needs to apply for, internships to be interviewed for, research projects to submit- nowhere amongst the minute hand of the clock is there space for love.
“Oh come on,” Kaveh sits down on the bed beside his roommate, leaning back on his hands. “You’re not as smooth as you hope to be sometimes.”
“I’m serious, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Y’know the sooner you accept you have feelings for Y/n, the easier life will be.”
“Life is already easy and there is no sooner because I don’t like Y/n like that. Now get lost. I have stuff I need to finish.”
Kaveh shrugs, standing up with a soft ‘suit yourself’, taking seven steps before he’s out of the room. Alhaitham lets out a sigh that has lodged itself in his throat for too long, and the feeling of reprieve he gets is short-lived before he’s flooded with a certain tightness again. Maybe he did have a weight on his chest after all, not that he’d ever admit it to himself or Kaveh.
He gets up from his made bed with a grunt and decides to push aside all distractions. Time is unforgiving, and if doesn’t finish his assignment by this Friday then he’ll be a little less than pleased.
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Alhaitham feels like he can’t breathe.
You’re sitting alone at a library desk, all focused and concentrated on your laptop screen with your headphones on, blocking out any outside voice as you type away. He wonders if he should say hi, maybe try apologising for the way he acted last Monday- who is this guy that’s approaching you and why does he look so familiar?
And why are you smiling so happily?
You beckon to the seat beside you and the guy readily complies, taking the chair beside you like he belonged there, like there weren’t other candidates that should be there instead (he’s not talking about himself. definitely not).
He hands you one of two coffee cups he’s holding. What kind of right does this guy have to give you a coffee? Does he even know your order?
He feels like a bit of creep keenly watching you interact with someone else from a balcony of the library, but the book and laptop in front of him lies forgotten, and in a rare moment of weakness, Alhaitham can’t find it in himself to return to his tasks, pursuit of knowledge momentarily forgotten. He can’t push aside the bile that threatens to rise, he can’t loosen his grip on the couch’s armrest, and he can’t blink for a second in fear of losing you from his sight.
(You’re laughing. Why are you laughing? How can you look so pretty laughing and why doesn’t he ever get to make you laugh like this?)
Alhaitham is losing his damn mind. So much so that the first thing he does when he sees you again is corner you.
“You shouldn’t talk to that guy anymore.”
You’re backed against the brick walls of the time-worn building that your shared lecture always takes place in, and Alhaitham, spotting you like a hawk, put you in this precarious position as soon as the two hours were over.
He can’t breathe. It’s been almost three weeks since you last spoke to him and you’re staring up at him like you’ve done nothing wrong, blinking once and twice at his uncharacteristic display of subtle aggression.
“Who?” you mutter, shaking your head to try and grasp reality once again. you hug your laptop closer to your body. “What’s this about?”
“I said you shouldn’t talk to that guy anymore.”
“What guy?”
“Your project partner.”
“Really?” you mutter in disbelief.
He nods, teal eyes shining at you firmly. “Really. The project’s over, you don’t need to talk to him anymore.”
“I don’t recall ever giving you the right to dictate who gets to be in my life or not, just like how you can’t tell me what to do with my time.”
“I’m looking out for you, so stop trying to make me sound tyrannical.”
Your mouth hangs open as you furrow your eyebrows, growing more and more frustrated with each second. So much for thinking that he wanted to resolve the awkwardness between the two of you. “I’m not even going to argue with you,” you murmur a quick ‘jerk’ under your breath before brushing past him.
Alhaitham, however, is not willing to let you go as easily as you wish, quick to chase after you. Not that you go far anyways, turning around to face him again in the spaciousness of the vacant hallway. “Why do you care?” You ask, exasperated. “You’re Alhaitham, you don’t let trivial things like who I hangout with bother you, you’re cool and collected and rational, and I just don’t understand why you’re acting like this.”
He doesn’t understand either, not the erratic beating of his heart, the stubbornness of his mind, nor this undisputable urge to keep you all to himself. Is it normal to want to hide someone for selfish reasons?
Trailing off, Alhaitham is slightly humiliated that for the first time in his life, someone has witnessed him coming short of an answer. No logical conclusion, no explanation, not even a satisfying quip, just plain, suffocating silence.
“Right. When you do have an answer, let me know.” You walk away.
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Your last rebuttal still weighs heavily on Alhaitham’s mind, even two days later as he and Kaveh are seated for a lecture in a shared course. His thoughts are scrambled like never before, the messiness of it all making him feel uneasy because for once, he doesn’t have an appropriate answer to a question.
Why was he acting like a temperamental teenager? What you did with your life was up to you, and indeed he has no right trying to change that. More importantly, why was it so hard to apologise for the stuff he said-
“So, how’s everything between you and Y/n?”
Kaveh turns to him with widened eyes whilst Alhaitham’s poker face doesn’t move an inch, deceivingly apathetic.
“Good, we’ve been hanging out a lot more recently,” the other guy says, who Alhaitham quickly recognises to be your project partner and distaste rises in his stomach like bile.
“Aye, good for you, man! So when are you going to ask Y/n out?”
“No way, bro, not yet. I’m such a wimp, but I hope I grow the balls to ask soon because I really like-”
“-looks like you got some competition!” The blond nudges Alhaitham, and if it were anyone else, they would not have glanced twice at the grey-haired who seemed unmoving and uninterested. However, Kaveh is not anyone else because he noticed the darkened look in Alhaitham’s eyes instantly, anger seeping into his composed gaze as his nose scrunches in disgust.
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“So, you and Alhaitham still aren’t talking?” Kaveh asks, leaning on the table of the restaurant with curious ears, hoping that he can grab some answers out of you as to why there was a stalemate between you and his roommate.
“Nope,” you sigh.
“Why not?”
“I’m just-” you pinch the bridge of your nose, “I’m just waiting on an apology from him.”
“An apology? Why? What did he say?”
“He didn’t tell you?”
“You know how he is. Always insufferably secretive, so no, I don’t know anything that happened.”
“Alhaitham just said some hurtful things to me, and he was being weird when I told him I was going to dinner with a friend of mine. Just kept being in my business.”
“Really?” The architecture student quirks a brow, confusion plastered on his face. “That’s not like Alhaitham at all.”
“I know, right? He kept trying to be like ‘don’t hang out with him’ and ridiculed me for not playing my part as an executive of the Sumeru society,” you complained, “like sorry I have other things I want to do.”
Kaveh nods in understanding as the conversation briefly stops when the waiter comes to drop off utensils at your table. As soon as they were gone, however, you begin again.
“And even though he was all up in my business, trying to tell me what not to do, he then said that I wasn’t special, which is so confusing because like-”
“-hold on. Alhaitham said that you weren’t special?” You nod at his parroted claim. “To him?”
“Yeah. Stung like shit when he said that, especially since I thought we were friends but guess not,” you murmur sadly, fiddling with the fork.
Later that night, almost immediately after meeting you over dinner, Kaveh barges into his roommate’s room, not even changing out of his outside clothes. The sudden intrusion shocks Alhaitham who was busy typing on a document, textbook splayed open beneath him but momentarily forgotten as the blond takes a seat on the bed.
“What the- not even a hello?” The grey-haired asks, confused by this uncharacteristic silence of Kaveh’s. It’s pretty normal for the blond to barge into his room without notice, but it was not normal for him to be so quiet, practically brooding on the mattress. “Whatever. Where have you been? Have you eaten yet, because I made-”
“When will you just confess to Y/n?”
The mention of your name causes a spike in Alhaitham’s heartbeat and he swivels around instantly, attention fully directed towards his roommate. “Where is this coming from?”
“Y/n told me everything that happened between you two by the way-”
“-what, when?”
“Tonight, we just met for dinner.”
“And you didn’t tell me?”
“What would you have done if you knew? Showed up and made things worse?” He doesn’t say anything in retaliation, merely shutting his mouth and furrowing his eyebrows. “Why did you say that Y/n wasn’t special to you?”
“I didn’t,” Alhaitham sighs, very loud and very perplexed. “I didn’t mean for it to come out the way it did.”
“Don’t you miss Y/n? You two used to hangout so often.”
“I do, of course I do!” He exclaims, burrowing his face in his hands.
“So why aren’t you apologising?”
“Because whenever I’m around Y/n, I’m not who I normally am,” he mutters, “especially everything whenever that project partner is around-”
“Jealous, much?”
“I’m not jealous.”
“Oh come on, you’re ridiculous. Stop pushing away your feelings and just be honest with yourself, Alhaitham! Y/n is not just a friend to you and you know it.”
“But, we are just friends-”
“So you mean to tell me that if I hung out with someone else- like if I hung out with Cyno, you would be pissed?”
“What? No, of course not.”
“Then why is it different with Y/n?” Once again, Alhaitham doesn’t have an answer to the question, sitting as still as a statue hunched over his desk. “Fine, I’ll spell it out to you. You like Y/n, more than just a friend!”
The silence leftover from Kaveh’s outburst is tense and full as the grey-haired lets the words sink in.
“I’ll let you think about it,” the blond murmurs, voice softening dramatically as he stalks out of the room. Before he closes the door, however, he leaves a few final words. “Just- be honest with yourself, Alhaitham, and I wouldn’t delay trying to talk to Y/n.”
A sharp click rings through the room.
Alhaitham is no stranger to being alone, for who needs the company of others when you are happiest by yourself? Yet, in the weeks that you have not been speaking to him, a cardinal urge as been growing each and each day, wanting him to do something so atypical of him: to reach out and make the first move. Every passing day doesn’t lessen the thoughts that plague his mind, rather, they make him more and more impatient, because what if you get swept away by your project partner?
(What if he’ll be too late? What if you won’t know of these powerful emotions that are steering through the storm in his heart? What if you won’t know just how badly he was been wanting you- wanting to see you, wanting to apologise, wanting to see you beam at him like you always would.
What if you won’t know that he adores you, especially now that he’s figured it out?).
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A rain droplet falls and lands on your nose, another lands on your forehead, then another lands on your lip then more and more keep falling from the cloudy sky, falling through the leaves and landing on the bench you were currently sitting on. Goodness, you should have checked the weather before leaving your dorm. Why was it now out of all times that it had to rain, what would Alhaitham think after he finally decided to reach out to talk?
Taking your phone out to message the grey-haired about relocating, an umbrella is suddenly held over you, stopping the gentle drizzle from falling onto you. Looking up, you’re greeted by a familiar face that you have been missing too much recently.
“Hello, you,” you breathe, voice gentle and quiet and Alhaitham feels like he can finally breathe after so long, the scent of rain washing away all perplexion.
He nods at you in greeting before offering you the bouquet of flowers he was holding. A gorgeous arrangement of pink of white stare prettily at you and a man even more gorgeous expects you to accept it.
“For me?” You ask.
“For you.”
“Thank you, they’re so beautiful,” you take his gift with gentle hands, holding it close to your chest.
“I want to apologise,” he firmly states, getting straight to the point; very Alhaitham of him. “For treating you the way I have been recently.”
You beam at him, so bright and so gorgeous that it renders him speechless, a feat pretty difficult when it comes to someone like Alhaitham who has a whole dictionary of words, in multiple languages too. Somehow, they all flock out of his mind the second you smile at him.
“I accept your apology, thank you for reaching out, must have been hard for someone like you, huh?” You tease, standing up from the bench.
“Well, I had do for someone as special as you.” The grey-haired’s voice is deceivingly confident and assured, but you know better, especially when he looks away to hide his expression with his neatly styled bangs.
“No need for the flattery, you know, I’ve already forgiven you.” There’s a moment of silence that occupies the air, caused by Alhaitham’s hesitation as he fishes his brain for the courage to ask you out. You speak before he can get a word out, however. “I got asked out the other day.”
“By your groupmate?”
“He has a name, you know, but, yeah. I rejected him, though,” you laugh awkwardly, almost like you were trying to cope with it by playing it off. “Did you know that he would do that?”
“Yes. I did.”
“Is that why you were so adamant on me not hanging out with him?”
“I guess you could say that. We can talk more about it another time,” he tells you, voice gentle and caring to mask the subtle hit of jealousy he feels in his chest, scolding himself for letting someone else confess to you before him. However, it’s a minute sensation in comparison to the triumph Alhaitham feels knowing that you rejected the other party.
“We have a lot to talk about, don’t we?”
“We do, but I want to ask you something first.”
You nod, hugging the bouquet closer to your chest, anticipation heavy in the air as you spur him to continue.
“If I asked you out, would you reject me too?”
A mere second passes by where you don’t respond, yet the second stretches out to what feels like eternity as Alhaitham’s stomach churns. Patience is something he doesn’t lack, but how can he be patient when his heart wants you so bad?
Then, you take his hand, and the heavens sing at the feeling of your hand in his. “I wouldn’t, but are you asking me out?”
“Are you free right now?”
“I am. Why?”
“Let’s go out then. On a date.”
“I'd love to.” You rise up to place a lingering kiss on his cheek, one that has his heart racing with joy rather than frustration.
The smile you earn is gentle, shy, but says more than Alhaitham's words ever can.
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♡ Flirting? That’s a Track Limit Violation | MV1
Pairing: Max Verstappen x Leclerc!Reader [Face Claim: None]
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Summary: Y/N drops a cryptic elevator pic hugging some random dude and it’s like throwing a grenade into the F1 paddock. Charles and Arthur are ready to form an FBI task force, and the drivers are gossiping harder than a group of high schoolers at lunch. Max? He’s out here pretending he doesn’t care, but we all know he’s five seconds away from flipping a table. Nobody has a clue who the guy is, but Max is sweating, the internet is thriving, and the drama is peak entertainment.
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A/N: thank you soo much for 100 followers guys I never knew this many people would end up liking this little fic. screaming, crying, throwing up fr 😭. also sorry to everyone who had to read the wonky letters version. tumblr messed up my format and I had to individually fix the words.
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Part 3 of my wheel-to-wheel but still in denial series: Masterlist
y/n_leclerc posted an Instagram Story:
📸: A blurry photo of Y/N hugging a guy in an elevator, only his back visible.
Caption: A single red heart emoji❤️
Replies:
danielricciardo:
Popcorn out. Watching the Leclerc brothers have an absolute meltdown in 3… 2… 1… 😂
charles_leclerc:
Who the hell is this guy? Y/N, answer me RIGHT NOW!
arthur_leclerc:
This better be a joke, or I’m tracking your location. WHO. IS. HE?
landonorris:
Wait… bitch did you just drop a boyfriend announcement with a blurry elevator pic?? DID MAX SEE THIS?!?
↪ y/n_leclerc:
What does Max have to do with anything???
↪ landonorris:
OH MY LORD I CANNOT WITH YOU TWO
georgerussell63:
who dis?
alex_albon:
I feel like I just witnessed the calm before the storm. Charles is going to explode. Arthur’s already spiraling.
y/n_leclerc posted a photo:
Liked by landonorris, pierregasly, alex_albon, and 500,903 others.
Comments:
charles_leclerc:
Y/N, explain yourself. Who’s this guy?
arthur_leclerc:
SIS, YOU CAN’T JUST DROP A HEART AND EXPECT US TO BE CALM.
maxverstappen1:
So… new friend? Or something else?
↪ landonorris:
Max, you sound… interested? 👀
↪ georgerussell63:
Max, if you’re going to be subtle, you’re failing.
↪ danielricciardo:
Can we all just take a moment to appreciate how Charles is losing his mind over this while Max tries to act like he doesn’t care? 😂
↪ alex_albon:
Max pretending this is just a casual question while we all know he’s about to punch a wall.
lilyzneimer:
y/n_leclerc, the WAGs feel personally betrayed. We thought we were your ride or dies! 💔
charles_leclerc:
NO ONE IS ANSWERING MY QUESTIONS, AND I’M ABOUT TO START FLYING TO FIND THIS GUY.
↪ arthur_leclerc:
Charles, wait for me. I’ve got your back.
↪ y/n_leclerc:
Can you guys relax? It’s really not that serious.
lilymhe:
Hello??? y/n_leclerc, you ditched us for a man??? What happened to me being the love of your life? 😭
carmenmmundt:
I thought I was your only love 😞. I feel betrayed babes💔
f1_gossips tweeted:
F1 drivers are officially in meltdown mode after Y/N Leclerc posts a cryptic heart emoji with a mystery man. Charles and Arthur Leclerc are leading the charge, while Max Verstappen seems unusually ‘curious.’ What’s really going on here? 🤔
Comments:
user1:
Max ‘I’m totally not jealous’ Verstappen is the best version of Max.
user2:
Charles is on the verge of hunting this guy down while Max plays detective in the background.
user3:
MAX PRETENDING NOT TO CARE WHILE LITERALLY SWEATING THROUGH HIS RACE SUIT. I SEE YOU, VERSTAPPEN
user4:
This is going to end with Max accidentally confessing feelings. You heard it here first.
user5:
Y/N dropping a single heart emoji and causing the grid to spiral. POWER MOVE. 😈
user6:
Max is acting like he’s not freaking out, but I bet he’s checking her Insta every 10 minutes.
user7:
Arthur and Charles are about to pull up with baseball bats, and Max is trying to act like he’s just ‘concerned.’
y/n_leclerc posted an Instagram Story:
📸: Screenshot of her Instagram comments blowing up with messages from drivers, brothers, and the WAGs.
Caption: Y’all are doing TOO much. Chill, it’s not what you think! 😂
Replies:
charles_leclerc:
IF IT’S NOT WHAT WE THINK, THEN TELL US WHO HE IS. 😡
arthur_leclerc:
Sister, you better have a GOOD explanation for this. We are not playing.
landonorris:
Bro, Charles is about to have a meltdown, and Max is getting quieter. I don’t know which one is scarier.
danielricciardo:
I’ve never seen Charles so unhinged, and I live for this chaos. 🧨
georgerussell63:
You’ve been eerily quiet for someone who usually has a lot to say. Dont tell me this is serious?!?!
y/n_leclerc posted:
📸: Y/N and her best friend posing dramatically in the same elevator.
Caption: Relax, it’s just y/n_bff, my best friend. 😂 Y’all really lost your minds over an elevator hug, huh? Charles, Arthur, you can calm down now.
Liked by charles_leclerc, danielricciardo, landonorris, and 420,876 others.
Comments:
charles_leclerc:
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! YOU MADE US ALL PANIC FOR THIS?!
arthur_leclerc:
Y/N, YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO US.
maxverstappen1:
So… just a friend, huh? Good to know.
↪ landonorris:
Max, let out the biggest sigh of relief
↪ danielricciardo:
Max pretending he wasn’t two seconds away from launching an investigation.
↪ alex_albon:
Max, it's ok to breathe now. 😂
lilymhe:
Y/N, we need to talk about this betrayal. A PRANK AND YOU DIDN’T TELL US? 💔
↪ carmenmmundt:
You better make it up to us. We feel personally attacked.
f1gossips tweeted:
UPDATE: Y/N Leclerc has revealed the mystery man is just her best friend, but the damage has already been done. Max Verstappen, despite claiming not to care, was very quick to ask for details. Fans are now speculating on Max’s sudden interest. Could there be something brewing? 👀 #MaxYN #LeclercBrothers #PrankChaos #MaxNotJealous
Comments:
user8:
Max is like, ‘I’m not jealous, but… WHO IS THIS GUY?’ 😂
user9:
Charles and Arthur over here ready to fight while Max is low-key spiraling.
user10:
Max trying so hard to be subtle and failing MISERABLY.
user11:
Y/N is playing with fire, and I LOVE IT. She’s making Max sweat.
Groupchat Messages: (maxy/n truthers):
dudududu:
So… no real boyfriend?
albono:
Max, she literally just said that. You can chill now.
dudududu:
I wasn’t not chill. Just… you know, looking out for her.
albono:
Uh-huh. You sound real concerned for a ‘friend,’ Max. 😂
shoeysupremacy:
MAX, JUST ADMIT YOU’RE JEALOUS. IT’S PAINFUL TO WATCH.
norizz:
Max pretending not to care is the worst acting I’ve ever seen.
georgieporgie:
It’s the slowest, most awkward flirtation I’ve ever witnessed, and it’s amazing.
Twitter Reactions:
user12:
The longer this goes on, the more I think Max is one step away from confessing his feelings.
user13:
Max: ‘I’m not jealous, I’m just… CONCERNED.’
user14:
Max watching this whole thing unfold like it’s the worst pit stop of his life.
user15:
Max really out here pretending he didn’t have a minor breakdown over a blurry elevator pic.
y/n_leclerc posted a photo:
Caption: guys I think this might be my favourite spot now.
Liked by charles_leclerc, danielricciardo, landonorris, and 220,896 others.
Comments:
maxverstappen1:
Just making sure. No weird guys in elevators, right?
↪ y/n_leclerc:
Max, stop worrying about elevators. You’re being ridiculous.
↪ maxverstappen1:
I’m just saying. You could do better than a blurry elevator hug. Maybe someone who drives fast for a living. Just a thought.
↪ danielricciardo:
OH MY GOD, MAX IS FLIRTING. MAX IS REALLY DOING THIS.
↪ landonorris:
Max ‘I’m not jealous’ Verstappen is actually… shooting his shot? 😂
↪ georgerussell63:
Y/N, this is your fault. You’ve broken Max.
user16:
MAX FLIRTING??? IS THIS REAL LIFE???
user17:
Max really out here going from ‘I’m not jealous’ to flirting in the comments. What a journey.
user18:
I LOVE THIS. Y/N has Max spinning, and it’s beautiful.
user19:
Max flirted, and the world just shifted on its axis. Did anyone else feel that?
user20:
Max shooting his shot in the most awkward, Max way possible is sending me.
y/n_leclerc posted a photo:
Caption: Sunsets🌞
Liked by charles_leclerc, maxverstappen1, landonorris, and 426,276 others.
Comments:
maxverstappen1:
The only thing more beautiful than this sunset is you
↪ y/n_leclerc:
...Max, what are you doing?
↪ danielricciardo:
OH MY GOD, MAX, DID YOU JUST— DID YOU JUST FLIRT IN PUBLIC? 😂
↪ charles_leclerc:
MAX, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!! 😡
↪ arthur_leclerc:
YOU’RE DEAD, VERSTAPPEN.
↪ landonorris:
Y/N, RUN. MAX IS LOSING IT.
↪ lilymhe:
Y/N, is this your new strategy? Break him down with elevator pranks and watch him crumble? Genius.
user21:
MAX REALLY WENT FOR IT. This man is shooting his shot ON MAIN. 😱
user22:
Y/N’s sundress got Max sweating more than a red flag in Q3. 💀
user23:
Charles and Arthur in full meltdown mode while Max is out here simping. We LOVE TO SEE IT.
user24:
MAX JUST FLIRTED IN THE COMMENTS LIKE IT’S CASUAL?!
y/n_leclerc posted a photo:
Caption: Caffeine fix ☕
Liked by maxverstappen1, danielricciardo, landonorris, and 420,876 others.
Comments:
maxverstappen1:
Bet that coffee isn’t as sweet as you. 😘
↪ y/n_leclerc:
MAX, STOP. WHAT ARE YOU DOING. 😳
↪ landonorris:
STOP. MAX, YOU’RE MAKING IT WORSE. 😂
↪ danielricciardo:
MAX, YOU CAN’T JUST DROP FLIRTY COMMENTS EVERYWHERE. Y/N’S IN SHOCK. 💀
↪ georgerussell63:
Max, for real. Are you okay? Blink twice if you need help.
lilymhe:
Y/N, please explain what kind of witchcraft you used to make Max simp THIS HARD. I need tips. 😂
alex_albon:
I’m both terrified and impressed at how fast Max has gone from 'I don't even like her' to 'full-on simp mode.'
charles_leclerc:
MAX. ENOUGH. I CAN’T HANDLE THIS.
↪ arthur_leclerc:
I’m grabbing the car keys. We’re handling this in person.
user25:
Max flirting in broad daylight while Charles and Arthur spiral into madness. THIS IS PEAK ENTERTAINMENT.
user26:
I need a documentary on how Max went from ‘I fucking hate her’ to dropping flirty lines under every post. 💀
user27:
Max is playing the long game. But damn, is he bad at being subtle.
user28:
I can’t decide if I’m living for this or dying of secondhand embarrassment for Y/N. Max, STOP. 😂
user29:
Y/N, blink twice if Max has you trapped in a flirty comment loop and you don’t know how to escape.
y/n_leclerc posted a photo:
Caption: “In the presence of great art, time stands still”
ps. yes I did copy that from google 🤗
Liked by landonorris, pierregasly, alex_albon, and 500,903 others.
Comments:
maxverstappen1:
Tried to focus on the art but my eyes keep wandering back to you
↪ alex_albon:
MAX, WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS? 😵
↪ landonorris:
Max, bro… this is getting uncomfortable. 😂
↪ danielricciardo:
MAX IS GOING FULL ROMEO. SOMEONE STOP HIM BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE.
↪ georgerussell63:
Y/N, how are you even still functioning with this level of public simping?
↪ pierregasly:
I’m cackling. Max is like a flirty tornado right now. 💀
user30:
Max is one more flirty comment away from proposing marriage on Instagram Live.
user31:
Y/N is going to have a nervous breakdown at this rate. Max, CHILL.
user32:
Charles is gonna have a full-on crisis meeting about Max’s public simping. 😂
user33:
Max flirting with Y/N like he’s auditioning for a rom-com. WHAT IS HAPPENING.
user34:
Y/N trying to roast Max while he keeps throwing out flirty comments is actually hilarious. I hope she survives this.
user35:
Max went from “just friends” to dropping Shakespearean lines in under 24 hours. ICONIC.
DMs between Max and Y/N:
y/n_leclerc:
Max.
maxverstappen1:
Yes, Y/N? 😏
y/n_leclerc:
We need to talk. Immediately.
maxverstappen1:
Am I in trouble? Because I can explain everything. 😇
y/n_leclerc:
MAX, WHAT IS GOING ON WITH YOU? The flirting in the comments?? I literally had to restrict my brothers from my posts to stop them from finding and KILLING YOU. 😩
maxverstappen1:
You restricted them?! 😅
y/n_leclerc:
YES. Because you’re out here leaving cheesy flirty comments like we’re on Love Island or something! And the public thinks we’re secretly dating. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? MAX. You’ve been openly flirting with me in front of CHARLES. On Instagram. IN FRONT OF THE WORLD. They’re going crazy.
maxverstappen1:
Oh, right. I forgot about the brothers. Oops. 😅
y/n_leclerc:
Forgot about the brothers?? You’re practically signing up for your own funeral. 😩
maxverstappen1:
Come on, Y/N, it’s not that bad. 😏
y/n_leclerc:
...Max. I’ve got people DMing me, my brothers are two steps away from driving to your house, and the internet is convinced we’re dating. You're taking the jokes way too far, and I don’t know what you’re playing at, but it needs to stop.
maxverstappen1:
...I wasn’t joking.
y/n_leclerc:
Excuse me?
maxverstappen1:
I’m not joking. About the flirting.
y/n_leclerc:
MAX. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE NOT JOKING?! 😳
maxverstappen1:
I like you.
y/n_leclerc:
...Like, “like me” like me?
maxverstappen1:
Yes. 🙃
y/n_leclerc:
No. This is a prank. You’re pranking me. Where’s the camera? WHERE IS IT? 😵
maxverstappen1:
It’s not a prank, Y/N. I’ve liked you for a while.
y/n_leclerc:
MAX. You can’t just drop a BOMB like this in my DMs. What the hell do you mean “for a while”?!
maxverstappen1:
Years. 😅
y/n_leclerc:
YEARS?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YEARS?! 😱
maxverstappen1:
I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to ruin our thing. You know, the teasing, the banter. But when I saw that elevator post, I thought you had a boyfriend. It freaked me out. I realized I had to say something.
y/n_leclerc:
Oh my god, this is so much worse than I thought. 😵💫
maxverstappen1:
I didn’t want to mess things up, but I can’t keep pretending. I care about you, Y/N. More than just friends. I had to shoot my shot.
y/n_leclerc:
...You saw one blurry elevator pic and had a full-on emotional breakdown?
maxverstappen1:
Pretty much, yeah.
y/n_leclerc:
Max, this isn’t real life. This is some Netflix rom-com level nonsense, and I’m... confused.
maxverstappen1:
I know it’s sudden. But I’ve liked you for years. I just didn’t want to lose you and watch you love someone that wasn’t me
y/n_leclerc:
...oh.
come over
maxverstappen1:
what?
y/n_leclerc:
come over to my place so that I can kiss you dumbass cuz believe it or not but I kinda like you too
maxverstappen1:
OH
gimme 5.
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