#thx love 💜💜💜💜💜

[yoikami]

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2. What are you obsessed with at the moment?

My current autistic spectrum diagnosis procedure. I've been talking about it the most this month! Otherwise making magicarp plushies themed after St Valentines 💜

21. Describe your best friend.

I don't categorize friends based on the level of friendship ☺️ but I can say the one I talk to the most, and plan to go to events with is like a staple of my life. They're easy to talk to, we understand mutual struggles and personal battles smoothly and have very similar views on things. They just radiate but not like a mid-day sun, more like dawn or sunset, it's a comforting sight to start a day with! They're particular about a lot of things and it just makes me comfortable taking it all into account. We discuss everything, they're just like family to me!! 🪼

All my friends are. I love how each has a speciality, how our mutual bond is unique for each of them. I can describe each by their unique abilities and interests 💜

26. Favorite season?

Fall, but not the kind I experience where I live (aka humid and warm). Fall with colors and romanticized like in shows 🥲

[midnight333-studios]

“Hun, would you still love me if I was an undercover operative that works for an organization that’s dedicated to fighting adult tyranny that I was also apart of when I was a kid that decommissioned operatives when they turned 13 but I stayed as an older operative to infiltrate adult and teenage organizations for the Kids Next Door?”

“What?”

“What.”

For the fun of it, I decided to draw my partner ( @imfrom-neptune ) in the style of Codename Kids Next Door since one of our things is showing each other TV shows and movies we love but might not know about.

So I’m dragging them into the KND pit

Bonus

[jscrawls]

I’ve started to see us a mutuals at this rate😂 I loved your oc art! They are so cuteee. I would die for those two. Like why can I picture every thing you wrote to those two like. Either you’re an amazing drawer who can draw emotions really fucking amazingly or I am having hallucinations. While I haven’t been mentally well since 05. I know it’s because you can draw amazingly and you are just that good of a story writer.

GIRL SAME 😻 I love your comments and asks and I LIVE for your interpretations! And TYSMMM ABOUT THE ART!!!😭 I've been doing art and sketches for a long ass time but I don't rly post much on here just Incase anyone takes it as me giving the readers set characteristics or sum, I'm so glad you like them cuz they're my pookies fr, I've got lots of sketches and stuff about em

(also I know I've said this before but you've found your people cuz we're ALL mentally unwell here... or at least I am -)

[yyunko]

Thx for 1 followers guys‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Haha...

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*explodes*

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[greennoobartist]

YES Vio would 100% have a dartrix in the Pokemon universe. I could see each of the colors and Shadow as having eeveelutions, too. Probably an espeon for Vio, umbreon for Shadow, vaporeon for Blue, and the other two … idk. I could see Green with either a leafeon (bc green, and the connection between green/courage/nature in LoZ) or a jolteon (fast and brave, plus you get a bit of that air/storm motif imo). Flareon *seems* like a no brainer for Red, but I keep picturing him holding hands/ribbons with a sylveon. But flareons are known for their cuddles, too, right? Yeah. I’m gonna say flareon for Red. But he should get a cute and vicious fairy type on his team, too, I think.

Anyway. Saw your post about LoZ/4 Swords combined with Pokemon and my brain decided to have fun with it.🤣 Do you know if you’re going to play Legends ZA? If so, do you already have your starter picked? I’m going back and forth, I’m not a huge fan of any of them.😅 Tepig’s great, but I can’t stand its evolutions. I normally go for water or fire starters (unless there is a rowlet), but totodile’s my least favorite water starter. So I’m kind of leaning chickorita? I’d love a cute lil flower dino, but its stats aren’t great. Maybe I need to learn more about them all🤷‍♀️

SOMEONE SEES MY VISION YES!! >:D

Tbh, yeah, all of them can go with an eeveelution, no doubt. Shadow - Umbreon, Vio - Espeon, Blue - Vaporeon, and then Red could go with both Flareon and Sylveon and same for Green with Jolteon and Leafeon. Tbh i saw people give Blue a Glaceon but tbh cuz of one of my headcanons i don't think that Blue would like an ice type, and the way Glaceon looks it kinda makes me think Vio would have one, idk. For Red as much as he's fire and all that, I think Sylveon goes better bcuz yeah Sylveons are known for their friendship and those ribbons, and I don't doubt that Red wouldn't be able to evolve his Eevee into a Sylveon XD. I think that a Sylveon goes better but no doubt that he'd be a fire type centric trainer. I see where you're going with Green and the idea of Jolteon alongside Leafeon. Tbh, bcuz Jolteons are like brave and fierce, now I think that Blue would have one to cover his electric weakness of his water types. Like if Blue has a Vaporeon, then like he might have an electric type like Jolteon to cover his weakness and have smth for other types water is weak or ineffective against (flying maybe idk). But yeah Green could go with both but id say hes more likely to get himself a Leafeon cuz of whole green/courage/Farore LoZ cycle.

Glad someone decided to join the party, hehe >:D Yeah like since Pokemon hyperfix is kicking back in, it's mixing up with LoZ and specifically Four Swords XD. Since Legends ZA is gonna be on both Switch and Switch 2 i REALLY HOPE ill buy it! After seeing how great Legends Arceus is im now really hyped to try Legends ZA too! I doubt ill buy a Switch 2 but am really happy ZA is gonna be on the Switch as well! Im avoiding seeing any spoilers lol but yeah i heard the starters options. And here's my most possible choice: Chikorita. Look, my old died, i want to have a Chikorita again 😭 It's so hated and underrated but it's my favorite Johto starter and I miss it sm 😭 Also I most often choose Grass starters no matter how bad they are. Not everytime do I take a Grass type but most oftenly XD. Chikorita is so hated and i miss my old one sm so idc if having it as a starter is gonna make the game so much harder for me, i want to have a Chikorita again 😭💚

Thx for this yap, Sprite :D <3

[mabepearls]

for ask game: Cynari (did I spell that right/can you understand what I'm asking?)

ah yes, the ship that ruined my life. (also you spelled it right, dw!) i'll try to keep this short.

what made you ship it?

i think my initial affection towards them started with the sumeru archon quest + cyno's voice actor being their number 1 shipper on deck for a time. then, i came up with the t4t headcanon, started writing fics for them and thinking more about their relationship, and things just exploded from there.

as for the "what", a lot of it was their domesticity. how genuinely kind and supportive they are of each other. how tighnari responded to cyno's call during the archon quest without hesitation. not to mention how that dynamic was further built upon in apop + windblume. they're just very... pure. and i hate using that word because everyone else says that about them and they mean it in the Wrong Way, but that's the truth. cyno and tighnari are just best friends.

2. what are your favorite things about the ship?

okay beyond what i described above, i love how intrinsic they are to each other. their matching design motifs, how they continuously influence each other's behavior, cyno mentioning tighnari basically every time he can and tighnari acting similarly (albeit to a lesser degree), and all of that coming to a climax in oathkeeper where it's revealed that this was how they were meant to be from the start and that it was practically fate. i consider oathkeeper to be the peak of their dynamic for this exact reason.

oh, also cyno being endlessly, endearingly annoying to tighnari. i live for that shit.

3. is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

people really feel desperate to fit cynari into a heteronormative mold, especially with feminizing tighnari and making cynari and collei into some kind of nuclear family when they're the furthest thing from that dynamic in reality. i'm sick of people sanding off their edges to fit them into some wholesome uwu husbands box when there's so much to explore on the contrary. also the obligatory Please Make Them Hornier I Can't Keep Living Like This.

[yooniesim]

I think I'm gonna take a lil break from tumblr until idk next week or so? and just work on wips offline & stuff. hopefully return with some finished lol. see ya then!

[moonstruckme]

Heyy this is my first time I'm requesting from you so I hope I'm doing this properly. I love your fics so much I literally always go to your profile since it's a comfort space for me. I had a flight today that I had to reschedule because I forgot to make an important document. Thankfully it only came to me having to reschedule the flight but I feel so bad cause I feel like I'm constantly forgetting important stuff and making mistakes and have people scramble around me to help fix it even if they tell me it's ok i feel so so bad. Can you write me a comfort fic around smthn like that? Marauders, anyone of them is fine or poly. Sorry if my request is too specific and thx!! 💜

Thanks for requesting angel <3

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

“Walk faster,” you call over your shoulder, laughing.

“Relax.” Sirius’ tone is scoffing. He refuses to quicken his pace down the sidewalk. “They’re not going to kick us out for being ten minutes late, you pest.” 

“They might! It’ll be fifteen by the time we get there at this rate.” 

“And if they do,” James says, catching up to you and throwing an arm around your shoulders, “you can tell them it was all Sirius’ fault.” 

Sirius scoffs again, but it’s an amused sound. James can practically feel Remus’ fond look directed at your slow-moving boyfriend. You’re all in a good, sunshiney mood after spending a long afternoon at the park, teasing without bite and taking pauses for kisses in between quips. Your idea to make reservations at everyone’s favorite dinner spot, always too busy to walk into on a weekend night, was inspired; James’ heart feels as full as his stomach does empty. Nothing sounds better than tucking into a good meal and then spending the rest of the evening near comatose with all of you on the couch. 

You’re twelve minutes late by the time you make it into the restaurant. (James wouldn’t have guessed, but you make a point to let Sirius know.) You give the hostess your name, and she begins searching for your reservation on her list. 

“I apologize, it doesn’t seem we have you down here,” she says after a few moments. 

You smile, sheepish (and adorable). “Yeah, we’re a bit late, sorry. The reservation was actually for seven.” 

“Right.” The hostess glances over the list again, hesitating. “I don’t see your name here at all, I’m afraid.” 

“Oh. Um.” You begin chewing your lip. James exchanges a look with Remus. “I’m sorry, can you check one more time? Just to be sure.” 

The hostess is accommodating. She has you spell out your name, running through the list again before telling you again, remorsefully, that it’s not there. 

“Is it possible you booked with our other location?” she asks you.

Any remnants of a smile drain from your face. Your eyes round out. “There’s another location?” 

“Yes.” She gives you a thin smile. “We have one south of the river as well.” 

“I had no idea,” you say, voice quieter than it had been. 

“Me neither,” James chimes in in solidarity. You’re getting this look like you think you’re an island. Waiting to be attacked from all sides. 

“Alright, that’s okay.” Sirius reaches over to squeeze your shoulder, sensing with the rest of them your rising embarrassment. “We’ll just go there, then. Thank you.” He shoots the hostess a winning smile and leads you back towards the door. 

“I’m sorry,” you say as you go outside. “I had no—I didn’t think to check if there was more than one.” 

“It’s fine.” James shoots you a smile. Remus is already on his phone finding the other location. “I wouldn’t have guessed there was another one either, lovely. But maybe it’ll be even better, yeah? We might end up crossing the river every time if we really love it.” 

You look slightly comforted, but then Remus says, almost under his breath, “Oh.” 

You slow your pace warily. “What?” 

“Um.” He looks up from his phone, wincing like he doesn’t want to say. “It looks like the other location closes a bit earlier than this one. Even if they let us keep our reservation, I’m not very sure we’d make it, and with traffic…” 

“Oh my god.” You bring a hand to your face, rubbing harshly above your brow. “I’m so sorry.” 

“We can find somewhere else to eat around here,” Remus tries to placate you. “It’s not a problem. I think we’re all hungry enough that any food would be good, yeah?” 

“Yes,” James agrees heartily. 

You, however, remain put out. Your walk back to the car becomes a trudge, guilt thickening the air around you. 

“Hey.” Sirius bumps your hip with his. “It’s fine, baby. Everything’s fine. We aren’t going to go hungry.” 

“I know, I just…” You shake your head, gnawing cruelly on your lower lip. “I’m always messing this stuff up. I’m really sorry.” 

James watches as Sirius’ brow creases defensively. Remus ducks to try and catch your eye. “What makes you say that, lovely? This could have happened to anyone.” 

“It always happens to me, though,” you confess lowly. A moment later, you seem to change your mind, waving it away with forced lightness. “It’s fine. I’m just sorry.”

“It only happened to you because you were the one with the idea to make a reservation,” James points out. “We still wouldn’t have ended up with a table if you hadn’t done anything. It was just a little mistake.” 

“Okay,” you say, but your voice is quiet. Your smile wan. “Where should we go?” 

“Hey.” Sirius grabs your hand before you can get into the car. He pulls you into a hug. “Get over yourself, yeah?” he says, squeezing your middle. “Nobody’s upset with you. The same thing could have happened with literally any one of us. If you’d asked me to make the reservation, I would’ve known fuck all about there being more than one and done the exact same. So you’re off the hook, okay?”

“Okay,” you murmur again. 

“That’s right,” says James, taking the opportunity of Sirius’ distraction to position himself closest to the passenger door. Remus sends him a knowing look from across the car. “If Sirius could have done it, it can’t be anything bad.” 

“Precisely.” Sirius grins. He lets go of you but keeps you trapped with his hands on your shoulders, his eyes narrowing playfully. “Stop punishing yourself. No one is asking you to.” 

You shrink a bit, shying in a way that’s difficult to avoid when Sirius makes his gaze all intense like that. Remus looks to be hiding a smile. “Okay,” you say for a third time, sounding like you mean it. “Thanks.” 

“Don’t mention it.” Sirius lets you go, signaling for you to get in the car with a pat to your bum. “James, don’t think I don’t see you edging in on my seat there. Turn it around.” 

[satanxklaus]

♥︎ 𝐛𝐨𝐲'𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 | oscar piastri x singer!reader smau

✦ pairing : oscar piastri x singer!reader | ex!pierre gasly x reader ✦ summary : in which y/n soft launces her relationship with an F1 driver, fails miserably, and ends up hard launching with a lyric from her breakup song ✦ content warning : profanity, use of y/n, hate towards y/n ✦ faceclaim : pinkpantheress, girlies from pinterest, pairings on pinterest

a/n: hey guys. it's been 6 months since i last posted (yikes) im so sorry about that. i've been busy with working at the hospital and uni to top it all of. so here's a new one, its quite a long one. lmk what u think. enjoy! xx

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒

y/ninstagram ✔

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y/ninstagram ✔boys a liar pt.2 out now neowwww on youtube with the one n only @/icespice 😍💋

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icespice ✔ princess treatment onlyyy grr rahh 💅🏼

user13 mama an ice spice behind YOU 💜

lilymhe ✔ song of the year!! love it xx

⤷ y/ninstagram ✔ love u babes muachhh 😘

user12 was not expecting this collab at all omg

lando ✔ oi mate quite the music video 🔥🔥 liked by author

⤷ user17 ariana what are you doing here

user14 literally the worst collab ever. imagine your whole personality being about your ex. embarrassing 🤮🤮

⤷ user20 imagine ruining your own relationship and then getting mad when the person profits off of it. embarrassing 2x

user15 i'd literally kms if i fumbled a bad bitch like y/n😭😭 she's so cunt love her sm

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user25 ⤷ OMG two lando post ??? ur not even hiding it girl 😏

⤷ lando ✔ so nice to have a fan at the paddock 🥰 ⤷ y/instagram ✔ wow fame changed you. suprised your head could fit into that ugly green helmet 🙄🙄 ⤷ lando ✔ leave my beautiful helmet alone u witch!!

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⤷ lilymhe ✔ girl .... ⤷ lilymhe ✔ not the papaya i'm expecting ⤷ y/ninstagram ✔ i stg he's my childhood bestfriend 😭that's so gross dont even try ⤷ lilymhe ✔ OH so what you're saying is oscar piastri has a chance 😬🧐 ⤷ y/ninstagram ✔ 🤫

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user48 ⤷ get away from himmmm

user9 ⤷ homie hopper 🤢🤢

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y/ninstagram ✔

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y/ninstagram ✔ one day, i just wanna hear you say, "i like you" 💗💘

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user20 mother is serving face at the paddock

user15 BODY IS TEA

user19 oscar in the likes,, pierre being messy again 👀👀

lando ✔ thx for the support babes 🧡

⤷ y/ninstagram ✔ log off for me ur so annoying ⤷ user10 bro bagged a baddie idk if i wanna be lando or y/n😭😭 ⤷ user27 are they dating?

user15 NOT PIERRE LIKING THIS PLS BE SERIOUS

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user81 ⤷ PAUSE who is that

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⤷ y/instagram ✔ OH so you're getting right into it huh ⤷ oscarpiastri ✔ i'm a man of my word, babe ⤷ y/instagram ✔ cheeky 😘

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⤷ lando ✔ damn you're fast, fast ⤷ oscarpiastri ✔ you're the one that gave me her number, mate

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user22 ⤷ oscar "private piastri" finally giving us crumbs??? HISTORIC

user11 ⤷ i have a feeling this is y/n.....🤔

user76 ⤷ if this isn't y/n, i'll eat my mclaren merch

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⤷ lilymhe ✔ bitch you are NOT slick 🤣🤣 ⤷ lilymhe ✔ ok miss "just instagram likes" ⤷ y/ninstagram ✔ omg kys 😭😫 ⤷ lilymhe ✔ just hard launch already. everybodyyy knows ⤷ y/ninstagram ✔ log awffff

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⤷ oscarpiastri ✔ i'm not getting that hoodie back, am i? 😌 ⤷ y/ninstagram ✔ what do u mean ?? it's literally mine ⤷ oscarpiastri ✔ haha what's mine is yours, darling 🧡

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user16 ⤷ SOFT LAUNCH?? girl we know thats oscar 😭😭

user11 ⤷ that hoodie is a big giveaway queen... but issokay love that for u

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y/ninstagram ✔

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y/ninstagram ✔ i'm obsessed with you in the way i can't believe 💗😍

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lando ✔ LMAO finally

⤷ user22 lando is living for the drama, i just know it ⤷ user15 so... wrong papaya then 💀

user15 oscarpiastri in the likes.. bro didn't even try to play it cool 💀💀💀

user19 not even a soft launch at this point 😭 this is a full press release

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oscarpiastri ✔

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oscarpiastri ✔ Not a liar 🏎🧡

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mclaren ✔ your honor i love them so much 🧡🥺

lando ✔ I'M FREE !! about damn time 😔😔

y/ninstagram ✔ took you long enough, piastri. love you <3 💋🧡

user55 this boy is not a liar, alright periodd

user33 oscar piastri, i owe you an apology, i wasn't familiar with your game🤩

lilymhe ✔ STREAM BOY'S A LIAR PT.2 FOR CLEAR SKIN AND HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP. CLAIM NOW!!

⤷ y/ninstagram ✔ I LUV U GORGEOUS GORGEOUS GIRL xx 💋 ⤷ lilymhe ✔ ugh im on my knees for u plsss ⤷ oscarpiastri ✔ thats funny cuz she's my gf ??? @/alex_albon come and get your girl please ⤷ alex_albon ✔ i need a vacation...

user16 THREW MY FOOD JUST TO GIVE YOU A STANDING OVATION 👏👏👏

user10 nooo a white man got to herr 😭😭

user37 imagine pierre seeing this rn. must be SICK to his stomach

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⚠ 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⚠ : 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥��𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

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[mrspossessiveleclerc]

🅙🅤🅢🅣 🅚🅔🅔🅟 🅦🅐🅣🅒🅗🅘🅝🅖 | ⒸⓁ ①⑥

A pop princess takes DRS into the world of fast pace, adrenaline and Ferrari’s golden boy heart ❤️

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itsynhi SPORTS CAR. Next Friday. Buckle up🏎️❤️‍🔥

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carlossainz55 brb buying a sports car.

⤷ carlosoperater you drive sports car, you own sports car, want another one?

landonorris can i drive in the music video tho??

ynmusicfanpage CHARLES FIRST LIKE. I CAN'T BREATHE.

itsynhq BUCKLED UP🫡🏎️

yourbff MUSIC VIDEO AND SONG OF THE YEAR!

⤷ itsynhi ily 😘

scuderiaupdates so are we getting a music video with ferrari cars or WHAT

leclercfan24 charles lurking in the comments… we see you, sir

ynupdates SHE LOOKS SO GOOD OMG

ferrari.fanclub soft launch of charles and y/n era begins here 🔥 liked by 114 others

georgerussell63 YN pls let me cameo in the video i’ll wear red

username2 WHAT THE HELL IS THE F1 GRID DOIN’ HERE?!!!

charles_leclerc 🏎️❤️

username3 charles, blink if you’re dating her

username4 she has own suit!

username5 love the colour🧡💜🖤

username6 pop girl of THE CENTURY. PERIOD. 😌

f1gossipgirl first the like. now the emojis. charles leclerc is a man in love

motorsportdaily collab of the century incoming?

landonorris can we get paddock passes for the mv shoot asking for a friend

ynmusicfanclub i will be streaming until my speakers catch fire

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Motorsport Weekly Charles Leclerc might have a new cheerleader. Pop sensation Y/N was seen at Monza this weekend, wearing Ferrari red and laughing with the Scuderia team. Though the pair have not confirmed any relationship, Charles has been quick to engage with Y/N’s social media, fueling fan theories that love may be brewing on and off track.

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f1girlfanpage CHARLES LIKED THIS. I’M SCREAMING.

⤷ f1gossipgirlies there’s no denying it.

charlesynstan okay but why is she glowing like that??

monacorose Ferrari cap… Ferrari boyfriend… we see you queen 👑

pitlaneprincess if she shows up in a Ferrari fire suit next week I’m done

landonorris i swear i didn’t invite her (but i would’ve)

ynupdates she’s literally the moment. sorry I don’t make the rules.

ferrariluvr her wearing red is my Roman Empire ❣️

gridgirlsclub charles cannot hide his smiles i’m crying

⤷ charlesadoreynn heard Charles was looking like a love sick puppy whenever YN was near🤭

f1gossipdaily this soft launch is killing me slowly

ynmusiclover charles’ entire vibe is ✨different✨ whenever she’s around

ferrarifangirl ok but does this mean we’ll get a music video with ferrari cars???

⤷ sportscarynnn it’s literally comin’ out this friday y’all 🏎️

charleswifeclub don’t play with my emotions like this

softcharlesclub HE’S GLOWINGGGG

f1memes charles is literally a fanboy in the paddock now

monacoprincess pls i’m shipping this so hard

ynmusicfan she’s probably writing new songs about ferrari engines lol

charlesbabes imagine them both in red. unstoppable.

paddocktea if charles is the sports car she’s singing about i’m gonna faint

charrelieeebooyy so you’re telling me, Charles liked along, Lando is being a fanboy, YN’s hq and F1 too? OKAY FINE I BELIEVE YOU.

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ynupdates YN VIA INSTAGRAM STORY!!! With F1 driver Charles Leclerc’s pup, Leo Leclerc!! 🐶🐾❤️

comments are limited

hotgirlslovecharlessss what more proof do you want for charlesyn than this? 🤧

landowando this guy is literally liking every YN related post available.

popgirlvibes yourbff liked this post, it’s saying something people.

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itsynhi it was my first time and every second was so much fun ❤️ #ferrarigirl

Thx for the invite btw 💌

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f1tea IS THAT CHARLES IN THE FOURTH PIC?!! SOMEBODY CONFIRM!

⤷ yourbff what if I told you it is indeed—

⤷ itsynhi BFFN🙄

⤷ yourbff FINE. idk man, who is that man?

⤷ f1meme yourbff KNOWS!

sportscarynnn YN must’ve given bffn dead stares.

⤷ ynmeme JUSTICE FOR yourbff

⤷ charliessferrari YN is being so obvious

softcharlesclub OFC SHE DOES. She’s YN’s best friend. Back to the question now, I know my man and his back, I confirm ITS HIM.

popgirlyn CHARLES LIKED AGAIN.

⤷ monacoprincess Charles must’ve INVITED her💕

⤷ monacoprince the BOYFRIEND era of @charles_leclerc begins🫠

f1spotted she's literally GLOWING. y/n + ferrari red = unstoppable. #ymusic #spotted

the way charles has been blushing all day… he’s GONE.

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ynslayz she’s wearing ferrari red. that’s wife behavior.

ynamoreef1guy if charles doesn’t drop a love song collab with y/n this year, what are we even doing?

charlesfinewine he’s not even trying to hide it anymore lol

paddockcouple this is my new roman empire.

ynsf1spa the power couple i didn’t know i needed

charlesferrari someone check on Carlos he’s third wheeling so hard

waitinginthegarage charles is basically radiating sunshine energy whenever she’s around i’m obsessed

f1afterdark hearing y/n was at the ferrari afterparty last night after charles' podium. apparently they were laughing and whispering all night. 👀 #ynmusic #charlesleclerc #f1afterparty

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f1girlfanpage SHE WAS AT THE AFTERPARTY. I’M GONNA SCREAM.

charlesynstan oh it’s getting REAL real now

pitlaneprincess whispering all night?? 👀👀

monacorose charles and y/n are basically married at this point

gridgirlsclub not the soft launch continuing into the afterparty

f1tea charles, blink twice if y/n’s your gf

ferrarifangirl the way he probably played her music all night

softcharlesclub HIS WHOLE FACE LIGHTS UP AROUND HER

f1memes “charles and y/n whispering” that’s it. that’s the tweet.

ynupdates they’re gonna kill me with this slow burn😩

charleswifeclub he’s so whipped it’s not even funny anymore

f1wifey “MIGHT AS WELL BE DRUNK IN LOVE” 🩵

ferrarisoulmate do they think we’re stupid?? WE SEE THE CHEMISTRY

ynmusicfan if they don’t drop a collab after all this i’m rioting

paddocktea so we’re getting wedding bells or nah?

f1shipperz soft launch to HARD launch coming soon

💋💋💋💋💋

Boys Debrief Group Chat

Carlos: bro i saw you whispering to y/n for like 2 hours at the afterparty 👀

Charles: maybe i was maybe i wasn’t 😌

Lando: you didn’t even hear me ask if you wanted a drink 💀

Carlos: he heard NOTHING. he was in his own world🙄

Charles: what can i say… her music is good

Lando: sure bro. and her smile? 🫢

Carlos: charles is literally on lap 69 of falling in love

Charles: ok i’m leaving the chat

Lando: no you’re not. we need live updates

Carlos: you were handsy with her. It’s not just “her music is good”

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itsynhi ⛤ ⛤ ⛤ friday. 🏎️ @ f1 @f1movie @ f1thealbum

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charles_leclerc 👀❤️

charleswifeyyn CHARLES LIKED UNDER 30 SECONDS!!! He’s faster than his own Ferrari I swear. 😂

⤷ paddocknewz the only time he won’t complain about his car.

landonorris I wanted to have a cameo😤

softcharlesclub CHARLES LIKED THIS IN 0.2 SECONDS

itsynhq oh we’re watching

team.yn IM SCREAMING LOUDER THAN F1 CAR ENGINE

popgirlsf1 THE OUTFIT. THE SETUP. THE F1 REFERENCES. ICONIC IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT. 😌

ynupdates oh she’s singing about someone fast and we KNOW who 😭

⤷ f1bubbletea it’s CHARLES. CHAR. CHARLIE. SHARL.

⤷ updateleclerc LECLERCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC🗣️

⤷ ferrariferry you remind me of that kid shouting LECLERC😂

f1girlfanpage “I wanna let my hair down while I’m staring down your face” okay MRS. LECLERC??

monacorose buckle up??? charles been buckled for MONTHS

ferrarifangirl the ferrari shots in the teaser… she’s not even subtle anymore omg

paddocktea charles is absolutely the sports car in question don’t lie

f1gossipdaily: soft launch stage: SOUNDTRACK LEVEL

ynmusicfan if charles doesn’t star in the music video i’m suing

⤷ gridpitt or better, if they don’t kiss soon then I’m suing

gridgirlsclub i’m crying this is like the ultimate F1 WAG move liked by 1,296 others

⤷ charleshelmet DAMN THIS MAN AS TASTE 🤤

pitlaneprincess she’s living my dream life. dating charles and singing on the F1 soundtrack?? bye

liked by team.yn, f1gossipxoxo, monacanprince.16 and 9,735 others leclercupdates CHARLES LECLERC AT THE F1 MOVIE PREMIERE AT NYC 🗽

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charlespitspot pls gives us the HARD LAUNCH we want.

⤷ leosfluffcup please please please

ynslayzzz I have a feeling they will?

ferrarifairy the fandom is at the brink, we want CHARLESYNN!

f1socialexpress love his suit btw😚

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itsynhi Took a pit spot at NYC! My childhood dream came true, I never thought one day my song will be featured Brad Pitt’s movie and I will stand next to him🥹 he’s so sweet and still in shock that he loved ‘Just Keep Watching’, it feels so good to be appreciated by your idol you grew up watching.

THANK YOU SO MUCH NYC FOR HAVING ME AND MY ❤️ ༝༚༝༚

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charles_leclerc MON AMORE ❤️✨

⤷ ynnbackstage “MON AMORE”?! CHARLES SAID IT. I’m unwell 🤒

⤷ charlosfan HE USED THE L WORD FOR YN🤯🥰

⤷ ynnpaddock she posted his pic🥹

carlossainz55 someone’s glowing tonight 😏

landonorris was this the soft launch or the HARD launch?

f1gossipdaily we’re just gonna keep watching, don’t worry 😭

softcharlesclub THE HAND HOLDING PHOTO. I’M CRYING.

f1ynn THE HANDS ON THE WAIST.

monacorose she looks like a princess and charles looks like he’s about to faint

⤷ f1girlfanpage he literally can’t stop staring at her omg

paddocktea CHARLES COMMENTING RED HEARTS… WE’RE SO BACK

⤷ f1powercouple “MON AMORE” and “MY ❤️” MY PARENTS 🥹🫂

ferrarisoulmate the APEX GP vibes?? hello power couple

⤷ ferrariboat IT FERRARI POWER COUPLE ❤️‍🔥🏎️

ynmusicfan my pop queen and her ferrari prince. i can’t

monacoprince okay but they look like they stepped out of a romcom

pitstopnews WHEN MY TWO WORLDS COLLIDE 🎶🏎️

⤷ pitsstopcurfew What a feeling to be right here beside you now, holding you in my arms💕🎶

nycpopgirl fridays are the new Saturdays. ✌🏻

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Entertainment Buzz 💌 “THE LOOK OF LOVE: Charles Leclerc and Y/N Spark Romance Frenzy at F1: The Movie Premiere” 🏎️💋🗽

It wasn’t just the camera flashes lighting up the red carpet at last night’s F1: The Movie premiere in New York—it was the way Ferrari driver Charles Leclerc and pop star Y/N couldn’t take their eyes off each other.

Arriving hand in hand, the rumored couple shared quiet laughs and exchanged looks so tender that fans are certain there’s more than friendship brewing. One onlooker summed it up perfectly with a Taylor Swift lyric from 1989: “You’ve got that James Dean daydream look in your eye.”

When asked whether he and Y/N are officially together, Charles merely smirked and replied, “You’ll just have to keep watching,” cheekily dropping the title of Y/N’s newly released single from the film’s soundtrack.

If this is still the soft launch, fans say they’re ready for the sequel—and the love story that comes with it.

view all 6,278 comments leclercssunflower THE LOOK OF LOVE??? i’m sobbing into my ferrari merch right now❤️😭

f1gossipdaily i’ve been watching for months bestie and i’m STILL screaming

gridgirlsclub the way he can’t stop smiling at her… this is not normal friend behavior i fear

paddocktea charles was practically glowing. like actually GLOWING. ✨

ferrarifangirl someone check on carlos and lando. they’re gonna tease him to death over this

ynupdates i can’t believe we’re living through this soft launch-to-hard launch storyline

f1girlfanpage if they’re not dating then i’m a racing tyre

pitlaneprincess this is straight out of a romcom. i’m emotional 🥺

charlesynsupremacy they look at each other like there’s no one else in the world oh my god

paddockdrama the HAND HOLDING. the SMILES. i’m not ok

entertainmentbuzzreader92 the way charles dropped her song title in the interview?? marketing genius and also husband behavior

landostea i just know charles is gonna get roasted in the group chat for this lmao

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charlesynnupdates SNIPPET FROM CHARLES INTERVIEW 🗽 CHARLESYNN IS CONFIRMED 🥳 🎊🍷

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theferrariitcouple CHARLESYNN STANS STAND UP! ITS OUR DAY😌🙌🏻

yourbff I CAN FINALLY KEEP MY MOUTH WIDE OPEN. I KNEW ALL ALONG. 🥲

⤷ charlesynnupdates WE KNEW THAT YOU KNEW

f1teapot YN’S MOM LIKED!!! 😚

⤷ landowando LANDO TOO

f1nerdgygirly he always does🤷🏻‍♀️ bro knows. softcharlesclub charles saying “you’ll just have to keep watching” is so boyfriend-coded it hurts omg

ynmusicfan “we’re really happy.” THAT’S IT I’M CONVINCED THEY’RE ENGAGED💍

f1theories ok but “very happy” = definitely dating. science.

ynnslayzzz they know what they’re doing.

Thoughts & Notes: HI GUYS!!! Thanks for reading this smau! 🫶🏻 this idea has been stuck in my head ever since I watched F1 movie the third time yesterday so it’s finally here! It took me two days, it was different and a bit difficult because it was my first try at smau nonetheless I enjoyed making this. THIS IS THE CROSS I WANT IRL FS. I’m still learning how to do better and terribly failed at creating group chat so I went with typical one, if anyone knows how please let me know? Anyways I hope you lovelies enjoyed this, PART 2 is coming soon❤️ taglist, requests and DMs are open 💌

Any writer interested in a story collab let me know. It’s 18+ plot but sweet and sexy so dm me!!!

posted on: July 13th, 2025

[hazbinwhoree]

Ok SOO THE NEW EPISODE JUST CAME OUT RIGHT, I was wondering if you could do a part 3 of the Adam x sinner fic where the sinner finds him in the aftermath of the fight and brings him back to their place. And like yk how sir p was redeemed, what if Adam comes back as a demon‼️ u write Adam so well, thx💜 

Adam’s Sinner

Part 3/3

A/N: “Adam is dead” Nuh uh.

When Adam had told her about his plan to attack the Hazbin Hotel, (Name) had told him it was a dangerous idea.

As he lay dying, Adam realized she’d been right. He was alone now, his exorcists having flown back to Heaven and Lucifer and his bitch daughter and her friends had left him to go take stock of the damage the fight had caused. Until suddenly, he wasn’t alone.

(Name)’s face appeared in his line of sight. For a moment he thought he was hallucinating, but he could never imagine the scream of pure agony she let out.

“Adam,” she sobbed, pulling his head into her lap and placing a gentle hand on his cheek. Adam closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

“This is the first time I’ve ever seen you without your mask,” (Name) realized through her tears. Adam smiled weakly. “Like what you see, babe?” He coughed up blood and (Name) cried harder.

“You can’t die, you can’t, please Adam, please,” she rambled through tears. “I think my fate is sealed. I’m sorry. I love you.” He closed his eyes and completely stilled, his chest no longer rising and falling. “NO!” (Name) screamed. “ADAM!”

She shook him gently but he was gone. Through heavy sobs, (Name) gently put his head back on the ground and threw herself across his body. She lay there crying for a few minutes before kissing Adam’s forehead and rising to her feet.

Adam’s body disappeared in a flash of gold before her eyes. At least she wouldn’t have to bury him.

With a heavy heart and tears still flowing, she made her way back to her apartment. When she opened the door, someone was standing in the middle of the living room.

“Welcome home, sugar tits, did you miss me?”

Adam had two spiral horns protruding from his hair on the top of his head, his wings were black, and he had a tail, but it was Adam. Without a second thought, (Name) rushed him, throwing herself into his arms.

“You’re here,” she cried. “You’re alive!”

“Reincarnated as a demon,” Adam agreed.

“Thank fuck,” (Name) sobbed into his chest. He smiled, holding her tightly. When (Name) pulled back, she looked up at Adam with an indiscernible look. “What?” he asked.

“Your face,” she said softly, reaching up to hold it. Adam melted at her touch. “Your real face. My handsome boy.” Adam blushed. “Shut up.”

(Name) just smiled. Adam leaned down to press his lips to hers. Her lips tasted salty from tears. She ran her fingers through his hair while they kissed.

“I love you,” she breathed when they pulled apart.

“I love you too.”

Adam lifted her up so they were face to face and reconnected their lips. (Name) kissed desperately, like Adam may disappear at any moment. When they finally pulled apart again, they rested their foreheads against one another.

“You’re here,” she whispered. “I’m here,” he confirmed. “Now we can see each other every damn day. Hope you don’t get sick of me.” (Name) hadn’t even thought about that. She laughed happily. “I could never.”

So it turned out that while Adam had reincarnated as his least favorite species, the pros heavily outweigh the cons.

He was happy.

[magic-shop-stories]

hai !! i would like to request a hurt/comfort imagine/headcannon with extraa fluffiness it can be only yoongi or ot7 

so basically the reader hurts themselves really bad like to the point they need medical attention or something (intentionally or unintentionally dealer's choice and injury description does not have to be graphic at all). reader is trying to play it off like nothing is wrong/happened. but yoongi notices and says theyre acting weird and gradually starts getting more concerned. the reader finally breaks down into tears telling and showing yoongi about their injury in hysterics cause they dont wanna go to the hospital. at first hes in disbeilef like "is this a joke/you cant be serious/how were you able to do this" then it sets in thats its real and youre actually hurt, hes super worried like sweating and whatnot but tries his hardest to stay calm and speaks deliberately/slowly in order to calm the reader down. reader ends up having to go the hospital (or not dealers choice) yoongi is there every step of the way. reader ends up being spoiled (according to yoongis standards) when theyre able to come back home/injury is treated and healed

also would you be willing to write a full smut imagine with yoongi ? cause the slight nsfw stuff you've written for him is sooo good !! and also also like an ot7 imagine/headcannon where they react to the reader wearing lingerie ? its okay if the answer is no, your writing is amazing !!

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holy shit, first off (as usual), THANK YOU for this incredibly detailed, heartfelt ask. 💜 I loved the hurt/comfort scenario with Yoongi... I took a stab at it, but it’s 4 AM here and my brain feels like overcooked ramen... so please forgive if it feels a bit flat. for the Yoongi smut request... I’m so glad you like my NSFW hints! I still struggle with writing it publicly but I am here to serve xD... so my DMs are always open, feel free to head there again Now if you’ll excuse me... I need a 4 AM caffeine IV drip. ☕ – c – 🍪 PS: It's almsot 6 AM by now... had the god damn post ready and forgot to hit the post button - pls send brain THX

"The Inconvenience of Caring"

Pairings: Min Yoongi x f!Reader (could be gender neutral as well tho) Rating: PG-13 (T) Genre: hurt/comfort, (medical) drama, emotional romance Warnings: graphic descriptions of injury (ankle sprain), panic attacks/(medical) anxiety, hospital scenes (non-graphic), emotional vulnerability Word Count: ~ 5.6k

Description:

After a group dinner, a clumsy fall down the stairs leaves you with a shattered ankle and shattered pride. You hide the agony behind forced smiles and cardigan sleeves, until Yoongi sees through every lie. His gaze misses nothing: your trembling hands, the sweat on your brow, the terror in your eyes. When the facade finally crumbles on your apartment floor, so does his stoicism. Now, with your leg swelling grotesquely and panic choking the air, Yoongi must battle his own fear to get you to the hospital. But in the sterile ER lights and the quiet nights of recovery, a truth emerges... caring is inconvenient, terrifying, and the most real thing either of you has ever known.

"The Inconvenience of Caring"

The late summer air clung, warm and humid, as the familiar black van pulled up to the dorm building. Laughter and the comfortable exhaustion of a good group dinner spilled out onto the sidewalk as the guys and you made their way towards the entrance. Jin and Jungkook were debating the merits of the last dessert, Taehyung and Jimin were humming a tune, Namjoon held the door open with a calm smile, Hobi bounced slightly on his heels, and Yoongi brought up the rear, hands tucked into the pockets of his loose black shorts, a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead from the warm evening.

You were a few steps ahead of Yoongi, feeling pleasantly full and relaxed, chatting softly with J-hope about the restaurant's playlist. The building's entrance had a short flight of smooth, tiled stairs, usually no issue. Tonight, however, your foot caught slightly on the edge of the top step. Maybe it was the slight slickness from earlier rain, maybe just tired clumsiness. Whatever the reason, your ankle twisted violently sideways with a sickening plop you felt more than heard. Simultaneously, you fell forward. Instinct threw your hands out to break your fall, palms scraping harshly across the gritty tile.

A gasp, sharp and involuntary, tore from your throat, instantly bitten back. White-hot pain lanced through your ankle and flared across both palms. Tears sprang to your eyes, blurring the fluorescent lights overhead. You squeezed your eyes shut for a split second, pushing and holding the tears back with sheer will. Don't cry. Don't make a scene. Not here, not now. You thought and rolled slightly, managing to get onto your knees, the movement sending fresh agony through your ankle. Your palms stung fiercely, already feeling sticky and raw. Without looking down, you quickly pulled the sleeves of your light cardigan down over your hands, hiding the scrapes, though the fabric brushing against them made you wince. You took a shaky breath, forcing your features into a semblance of calm, ignoring the throbbing that made your vision pulse. You tried to push yourself up, but your injured ankle refused to take weight properly, sending a jolt of pain that made you sway and grip the railing hard, knuckles white beneath your sleeves. Your face felt unnaturally pale, cold sweat prickling your hairline despite the warmth. Yoongi had heard the sharp intake of breath, the slight scrape, and the muffled thud just ahead of him. His head snapped up from where he'd been watching his own feet on the steps. He saw you on your knees at the bottom of the short flight, one hand gripping the railing like a lifeline, the other tucked awkwardly under your cardigan sleeve. Your back was rigid, your head bowed for a moment before you lifted it. He caught the pallor of your face, the sheen of sweat, the way your jaw was clenched tight enough to see the muscle jump. You were breathing too quickly, too shallowly. He knew you too well.

He was at your side in two strides, his languid pace abandoned. He didn't touch you yet, hovering close. His dark eyes scanned you rapidly , the unnatural stiffness in your posture, the way you were favoring one leg, the deliberate hiding of your hands, the stark whiteness in your face that was now even more pale than usual.

"Hey..." his voice was low, calm on the surface, but with an underlying edge of immediate assessment. He crouched slightly, trying to catch your downcast eyes. "You okay?" It wasn't a casual throwaway question, it was a probe.

You flinched almost imperceptibly at the sound of his voice so close, then forced your head up. A too-bright, strained smile appeared on your face, not reaching your widened eyes. "Yeah! Yeah, fine!" you chirped, the words coming out too fast, too high. "Just clumsy! Totally wiped my sandal on the step. Embarrassing, huh?" You tried for a laugh, but it sounded thin and breathless, even the others frowned and looked ´concerned. You attempted to stand again, putting minimal weight on the bad ankle, but the movement was stiff, jerky, and another flicker of pain crossed your face before you masked it.

Yoongi didn't move to help you stand. His gaze didn't waver. He saw the tremor in your hand on the railing, the unnatural angle of your ankle even as you tried to hide it, the slight hitch in your breath you couldn't quite suppress. His eyes narrowed just a fraction, a subtle crease forming between his brows. He noted the pallor, the sweat, the forced brightness, the stiffness radiating from you like a warning signal.

He didn't push. Not verbally. Not yet. He just held your gaze for a beat longer than necessary, that quiet intensity radiating from him, taking in every detail. The facade was flimsy, he was Min Yoongi, he missed very little, and even less when it was about you. He straightened up slowly, his expression smoothing back into its usual neutral state, but his eyes remained watchful, tracking your every stiff, careful movement as you finally managed to stand fully, leaning heavily on the railing and your good foot.

"Right. Clumsy," he echoed, his voice flat, devoid of accusation but heavy with unspoken observation. He fell into step just behind you as you limped towards the elevator, his presence a silent, vigilant shadow. He filed it all away... the fall, the bitten-back gasp, the hidden hands, the paleness, the stiffness, the forced cheer. Something was definitely wrong. He wouldn't forget it.

...

The relative privacy of the dorm building lobby was short-lived. Outside, the warm night air buzzed with the sounds of the city and the low murmur of the group waiting for their respective rides home or to studios. You found yourself perched on the edge of a low concrete planter, the rough surface biting slightly through your clothes, a stark contrast to the throbbing, sickening heat radiating from your ankle. The sharp sting in your palms had settled into a deep, persistent ache. Every beat of your heart sent a fresh pulse of pain up your leg. Sitting was marginally better than standing, but shifting even slightly sent jolts through you. The effort of maintaining the facade was becoming harder and harder every second. Jin was recounting a funny story from dinner, his voice warm and animated. You forced a laugh, too loud, too sudden, cutting slightly across the tail end of his sentence. Jin blinked, surprised, then smiled indulgently. You saw Namjoon glance your way, a slight furrow in his brow. Too much. You clamped down, biting the inside of your cheek hard enough to taste copper, focusing on the pain there to distract from the inferno in your ankle. You kept your injured leg stretched out stiffly, the foot hovering just above the pavement, trying desperately not to move it. Your hands, hidden under your cardigan sleeves, were clenched into fists in your lap, the fabric damp with sweat and maybe a little blood. You flinched violently when Jimin, buzzing with leftover energy, suddenly clapped Taehyung on the back nearby, the sound echoing your own internal jangle of nerves. A bead of sweat trickled down your temple, unrelated to the warm night.

"You're really feeling the heat tonight, huh?" Hobi observed kindly, fanning himself dramatically. You managed a weak nod, unable to form words without risking a whimper. When Jungkook offered you the last bite of a snack he'd pulled from his pocket, you shook your head too quickly, your voice coming out thin and strained, "No, thanks, Kook. Just... really full still." You tried to inject lightness, but it fell flat. You felt strangely detached, the cheerful banter of the others washing over you like distant radio static. One moment you were nodding along silently, zoning out, the next you found yourself rambling about the restaurant decor to Taehyung, who listened with his usual wide-eyed, slightly confused attention, your words tumbling out faster than usual, a nervous stream filling the space your pain demanded. Yoongi hadn't taken his eyes off you for more than a few seconds since the stair incident. He leaned against the building wall a few feet away, posture seemingly relaxed, but his arms were crossed tightly over his chest, a subtle tension thrumming through him. He saw it all.

He saw the way your laugh at Jin's story was jarringly off-key, saw the unnatural rigidity in your seated posture, especially that one leg held unnaturally still. He noted the flinch when Jimin clapped Taehyung, a reaction disproportionate to the sound. He saw the sheen of sweat on your upper lip and brow, stark against your still-pale skin, even in the warm night. He saw the tremor in your hands, hidden though they were visible in the slight shake of your shoulders. He saw the vacant stare when you zoned out, followed by the frantic, slightly manic chatter aimed at Tae. His concern solidified into a cold, heavy certainty. This wasn't just post-fall shock. This was pain. Significant pain you were desperately trying to hide. He knew well enough, he knew what it was like.

He pushed himself off the wall, moving casually closer, his gaze never leaving you. He positioned himself near the planter, his voice low, pitched only for you, cutting through your nervous chatter to Taehyung. "You sure you're alright?" he asked, his tone deliberately casual, but his dark eyes were intense, searching yours directly. "You look... really pale." He didn't mention the sweat, but his glance flickered to your damp hairline.

You startled, turning wide, slightly panicked eyes towards him. "Me? Pale? Nah," you waved your less injured hand dismissively, the movement jerky. "Just tired, Yoongi. Long day, you know? And maybe a bit too much... spice." You forced another brittle smile.

Yoongi's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. Deflection. Weak excuse, like he used to. He saw the slight tremor in your waving hand before you tucked it back under your sleeve. He noticed you subtly shifting your weight, trying to adjust your position, and the way your breath hitched, the color draining further from your face for a split second.

"Did you bump your arm?" he pressed, his voice still low but sharper now, his eyes dropping pointedly to the sleeves covering your hands. "When you fell?" He kept his gaze steady, waiting. He wasn't asking about the arm; he was asking about the hidden injury.

You froze. "My arm? No... no." you stammered, pulling your hands further into the sleeves, practically swallowing them. "Just... scraped my palms a little. It's nothing. Seriously." You looked away, focusing intently on a crack in the pavement near your good foot.

Nothing. The word hung in the air between you, blatantly false. Yoongi felt a flicker of frustration mixed with deepening worry. He saw the way you held yourself, the stiffness, the pallor, the barely contained distress. This wasn't 'nothing', but he didn't argue. Instead, he scanned the scene. Jungkook was fiddling with his phone, Hobi was chatting animatedly with Namjoon, Jin was now teasing Jimin. Your Taxi pulled up first, its lights flashing. Yoongi moved before anyone else could react.

"Here..." he said, his voice flat but purposeful. He stepped smoothly between you and the others, blocking the view as you struggled to stand. He subtly positioned himself as a shield, offering his arm not as a question, but as an immovable support. "Lean on me." His tone brooked no argument. It wasn't chivalry; it was practical necessity. He saw the way your knee buckled slightly as you tried to put weight on the bad ankle, the suppressed gasp. You hesitated for only a fraction of a second before latching onto his arm with your halfway good hand, your grip surprisingly strong. He bore your weight easily, his other hand hovering near your back without touching, ready to steady you. He felt the tremor running through you, saw the tightness around your eyes as you took a single, agonizing step towards the car.

"Bye guys! Thanks for dinner!" you called out, your voice strained but bright again, the facade slamming back into place for the others. "See you later!"

"Get home safe!" Jin called back. "Rest that... tiredness!" Jimin added with a wave.

Yoongi didn't acknowledge the goodbyes. His focus was entirely on navigating you the few steps to the car door, moving slowly, matching your painful shuffle. He opened the door, his body still partially shielding you from the group. "Careful," he murmured, his voice low and gruff, as you maneuvered yourself stiffly into the seat, unable to fully suppress a small groan as you bent your injured ankle. He closed the door firmly, then walked around to the other side and slid into the backseat beside you. He gave the driver the address, his voice clipped, then settled back, his posture rigid. He didn't look at you immediately, staring straight ahead, but the tension radiating from him was palpable. The quiet vigilance was back, sharper and more intense than ever in the confined space of the car. The unraveling act was reaching its limits, and he was bracing for what came next.

The car ride had been a blur of stifled whimpers and white-knuckled silence. Yoongi hadn’t pressed, his presence a steady, watchful pressure beside you, but the air crackled with unspoken tension. Arriving at your shared home felt like reaching a fragile sanctuary. He unlocked the door, holding it open, his eyes never leaving your pain-etched movements as you hauled yourself out of the car and hobbled inside on sheer willpower.

The familiar scent of home, the faint coffee grounds, clean linen, maybe a lingering hint of his cologne, usually brought comfort. Tonight, it just underscored the terrifying reality crashing in. You leaned heavily against the wall just inside the doorway, breathing ragged, the entryway light harsh on your pale, sweaty face. The simple act of getting here had drained the last reserves of your strength and composure and the immediate task loomed.... shoes off. A mundane act transformed into a mountain. Bending your knee to reach the strap of your sandal sent a white-hot bolt of agony through your swollen ankle. You bit down hard on your lip, tasting blood this time, fumbling blindly with trembling, sleeve-covered hands. The strap seemed impossibly small, your fingers clumsy with pain and exhaustion. You tried to shift your weight, angling your good foot, but the slight jostle against the injured one was catastrophic.

A sharp, guttural cry tore from your throat... raw, involuntary, and utterly beyond containment. It echoed in the small space, shattering the fragile silence. The sound startled even you. And then, the dam broke.

The pain, the terror of how bad it felt, the crushing weight of hiding it, the sheer exhaustion of the facade... it all surged up like a tsunami. Hysterical, body-wracking sobs erupted, shaking you violently. You crumpled against the wall, sliding down to the floor, legs folding awkwardly beneath you. Tears streamed down your face, hot and uncontrollable, mingling with the sweat on your skin. Words were impossible; only choked gasps and ragged cries escaped. You clutched your injured ankle instinctively through the fabric of your pants, the pressure sending fresh waves of agony that only fueled the tears. You tried to speak, to explain, but it came out in incoherent, gasping fragments "...hurts... so bad... ankle... stairs... fell..."

Finally, through the torrent of panic and pain, the core fear surfaced, raw and desperate. You looked up at Yoongi, your eyes wide and pleading, filled with abject terror. "P-Please!" you sobbed, the word ragged. "I-I don't w-want to go to the h-hospital! Please!" You gestured weakly, pathetically, at your ankle, your tear-streaked face a mask of pure dread. The admission of the injury's location and the depth of your fear hung in the air, thick and suffocating.

Yoongi had just locked the door. The raw, animalistic cry froze him mid-turn. He stared down at you crumpled on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably, clutching your leg. For a split second, his brain short-circuited. The sheer volume of your distress, the primal sound of it, was so far removed from the forced cheer and stoicism he'd witnessed earlier. A flicker of annoyance warred with confusion, was this an overreaction? Had he misjudged the severity? "Yah..." he started, his voice flat, almost disbelieving, "...what? What happened? Is this..." The words died on his lips as he took in your utter disintegration.

You pathetically gestured towards your ankle again, your plea about the hospital slicing through his disbelief. Acting on a sudden, cold dread, Yoongi dropped to his knees beside you. His movements were swift, clinical. Gently, but with zero hesitation born of his rising panic, he pushed the fabric of your pant leg up, just above the ankle. The sight that met him made his blood run cold. Your ankle wasn't just swollen; it was grotesquely misshapen, a swollen mass of angry purple and deep, mottled blue already blooming beneath the skin, spreading towards your foot and shin. It looked alien, terrifyingly wrong. "Yahh shi... no," he breathed, the color draining completely from his face. His eyes widened, genuine horror replacing the disbelief. "No, no, no." He leaned back slightly, a visceral recoil from the visual confirmation of the damage. His gaze snapped back to your tear-streaked, terrified face, then down to the injury again, as if hoping it was a trick of the light. "How... how did you even..." he muttered under his breath, the words tight with a dawning, sickening comprehension. 'Walk on it? Hide this? For so long?' The sheer image of the injury and your endurance hit him like a physical blow. He remembered his own shoulder... the blinding pain, the helplessness, the long recovery. This... this looked worse right now. A cold sweat broke out instantly across his forehead and upper lip. His breath hitched. A phantom ache in his own shoulder flared, a ghostly echo amplifying his fear. He could feel his heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic counterpoint to your ragged sobs. Panic, cold and sharp, threatened to claw its way up his throat. Get help. Now. But the terror in your eyes, the desperate plea No hospital!' , was paralyzing. He couldn't just act, he had to calm you first. This chaos was making everything worse. He closed his eyes for a fraction of a second, dragging in a deep, audible breath through his nose, forcing it out slowly through his mouth. When he opened his eyes, they held a fierce, almost unnerving intensity. He locked his gaze onto yours, blocking out the horrifying sight of your ankle for a moment. His voice dropped, losing all its usual rasp, becoming low, deliberate, and unnervingly slow, cutting through the hysteria like a knife. "Okay," he said, the word measured, solid. "Okay. Look at me." He waited, holding your tear-filled gaze until your frantic eyes focused, however waveringly, on his. "Breathe." He took another slow, exaggerated breath in, holding it for a beat, then releasing it slowly. "Just... breathe. Slow." He repeated the action, his eyes commanding you to follow. "With me. In..." Pause. "...Out." His voice was a steady anchor in the storm of your panic, though beneath the forced calm, his own fear was a palpable, vibrating energy. Sweat beaded on his temples, his jaw was clenched tight enough to crack, but his focus was absolute. He needed you coherent. He needed to assess, to understand, to figure out how to fix this impossible, terrifying situation. "Tell me," he said, his voice still low and deliberate, "exactly what happened. When? How bad does it hurt now?" He was buying time, grounding you, while his own mind raced... How do I help her? How do I make this okay without making it worse? The memory of his own accident, the helplessness, fueled his terror but also his desperate resolve. He had to stay calm. For you.

He held your gaze for a second longer after his deliberate questions, seeing the panic warring with the agony. His jaw set. He didn't ask again. "We have to go," he stated, his voice low, firm, brooking no argument. It wasn't harsh, but it was absolute, like bedrock. He saw the fresh wave of terror in your eyes and leaned closer, his intense gaze softening just a fraction. "I know you're scared..." he murmured, the rasp back in his voice, thick with shared dread. "I know. But this?" He gestured minutely towards your ankle, his own face still pale. "This is serious. Really serious." He took your uninjured hand carefully in both of his, his grip solid and grounding. "I'll be right there. Every single step. I promise."

His mind shifted into hyperdrive, the panic channeled into ruthless efficiency.

"Okay, up. Slowly." He slid one arm carefully behind your back, the other under your knees, avoiding the injured ankle like it was made of glass. He didn't lift you fully; he simply supported your weight as you pushed off the floor with your good leg, his strength making it possible without jostling the injury too much. He half-carried, half-guided you to the nearest sturdy chair. "Sit. Don't move it." While you sat trembling, he pulled out his phone. His voice was clipped, professional, betraying nothing to the person on the other end except urgent necessity. "...Yes. No, not me. Y/N. Bad fall. Suspected fracture, severe swelling, discoloration... Yes. We're heading to Severance ER now. Meet us there if possible. Ten minutes." He hung up without pleasantries, then moved like lightning through your house. Your wallet from your bag, your phone plugged into a portable charger, keys snatched from the bowl by the door. He grabbed his own wallet, keys, and a thin hoodie... for you or him, it didn't matter. He shoved everything into a small backpack. "Here," he said, draping the hoodie gently over your shoulders. The familiar scent of fabric softener and him was a small, unexpected comfort.

Getting you to the car was a careful, agonizing ballet. He supported nearly all your weight, his arm a steel band around your waist, your arm slung over his shoulders. He opened the passenger door of the sleek black Palisade. "Easy. Turn... good. Now, sit back." He helped you lower yourself, his hand hovering protectively near your head. He leaned in, carefully pulling the seatbelt across you, his fingers brushing yours as he clicked it in. The simple act felt intensely intimate in the charged silence. He shut your door, jogged around to the driver's side, and started the engine. The cool AC blasting, as he navigated the late-night streets, his driving was smooth but decisive, pushing the speed limit just enough. His focus was split between the road and you. You were curled slightly towards the window, silent tears still tracking down your face, your knuckles white where you gripped the seatbelt. He reached over without looking, his hand finding yours where it lay clenched in your lap. He didn't lace fingers, knowing your hand was scraped and simply covered your cold, trembling hand with his warm, larger one, applying steady, gentle pressure. His thumb moved in a slow, deliberate arc over your knuckles. His voice was a low rumble in the quiet car. "Almost there." He squeezed your hand slightly. "Breathe." He didn't offer empty platitudes. His presence, his grip, his focused calm, and those sparse, grounding words were his lifeline to you. At a red light, he quickly pulled out his phone with his free hand, thumb flying. The screen illuminated his face, highlighting the tightness around his eyes, the sheen of sweat still on his temple despite the AC. He fired off a single group text to Bangtan:

Yoongi: At Severance ER with Y/N. Bad fall. Leg injury. Looks serious. Will update. Don't bombard.

He put the phone away, his hand immediately returning to cover yours. The message was classic Yoongi; factual, minimal, devoid of panic but conveying the gravity, and preemptively managing the inevitable worried onslaught. He knew the others would be awake, would worry, but he couldn't handle their chaos right now. His world had narrowed to the road, the car, and your trembling hand under his, while his car felt like a bubble of suspended terror. The city lights blurred past the window. Yoongi’s hand on yours was the only solid thing in a world that felt like it was tilting. His quiet words were ropes thrown into your panic. The pain was a constant, sickening throb, but the paralysing fear of the hospital was momentarily held at bay by the sheer, unwavering focus radiating from the man beside you. His calm wasn't soothing... it was a fortress. He was going to get you there. He was going to be there. Every step. The promise echoed in the quiet hum of the engine and the steady pressure of his hand. You clung to that promise, and to him, as the sterile glow of the hospital emergency entrance loomed ahead.

...

The sterile white lights of the Severance ER waiting room felt like an interrogation. Painkillers administered during triage had taken the sharpest edge off the agony in your ankle, leaving a heavy, throbbing numbness, but the fear remained, cold and cloying. You clung to Yoongi’s hand like an anchor as nurses asked questions, his low, calm voice answering when yours shook too much. He translated your panicked fragments into clear medical history... "Fell down stairs approximately 90 minutes ago... Severe pain, immediate swelling, bruising visible within the hour." His grip tightened slightly whenever a new wave of anxiety made you flinch.

Then came the X-ray. A young orderly arrived with a wheelchair. "We'll take her now, sir. You can wait here.". Panic spiked, sharp and suffocating. Your fingers locked around Yoongi’s wrist. "No. Please. Yoongi..." Your voice was a terrified whisper, eyes wide and pleading. The orderly offered a sympathetic but firm smile. "I'm sorry, sir, protocol. Only patient in the imaging room." Yoongi didn't move. He met the orderly's gaze, his own eyes flat, unwavering, radiating a quiet intensity that seemed to fill the small cubicle. "Where she goes," he stated, his voice devoid of its usual rasp, low and utterly final, "I go. She needs me. Check the chart. Min Yoongi. I'm listed as her emergency contact and primary support. I'm not leaving her side." There was no room for argument in his tone, only cold, hard fact. A flicker of surprise crossed the orderly's face, followed by hesitation. He glanced at your chart, then back at Yoongi's implacable expression. He sighed, relenting. "Fine. But you must wear the lead apron and stand behind the shield. No exceptions."

"Understood." Yoongi helped you transfer to the wheelchair, his movements careful, his hand never leaving your shoulder. In the cold, impersonal X-ray room, he stood exactly where instructed, a bulky lead apron draped over his frame, looking incongruous but utterly focused. His eyes never left you. When the machine whirred, and the technician asked you to move your leg into an excruciating position, a small whimper escaped. Yoongi’s voice cut through the mechanical noise, low and steady... "Almost done. Breathe. Look at me." You met his gaze across the room, the anchor holding you still through the pain and fear. Back in the cubicle, waiting for results, the dam threatened to break again. The vulnerability, the sterile smell, the unknown, it was overwhelming. Yoongi pulled his chair so close his knee brushed yours. He didn't offer empty platitudes. Instead, he pulled out your phone, opened a simple puzzle game, and placed it in your uninjured hand. "Distract yourself," he ordered softly, his own hand covering yours on the phone for a moment, a warm, grounding pressure. He then pulled out his own phone, rapidly texting updates to the worried Bangtan group chat, his brow furrowed in concentration, a small, vital barrier against your encroaching panic. He was your shield against the chaos, both medical and emotional.

The doctor finally arrived, holding the X-rays. "Good news," he announced, and Yoongi’s rigid posture eased a fraction. "No fracture. It's a severe Grade 3 lateral ankle sprain. Ligaments are significantly torn, hence the instability and bruising." He outlined the treatment, a sturdy stabilizing boot for 4-6 weeks, strict RICE protocol (Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation), crutches, pain management, and follow-up physio. Relief washed over you, followed by exhaustion. Yoongi listened intently, asking sharp, practical questions about the boot, weight-bearing, pain med schedules, and signs of complications. He absorbed every word, filing it away.

...

Getting home felt like crossing a finish line. You were deposited onto the living room couch, your leg encased in the bulky black boot, propped meticulously on a mountain of cushions Yoongi had arranged before leaving for the hospital. A dull ache pulsed beneath the rigid support, and exhaustion pressed down like a physical weight. The adrenaline was gone, leaving you shaky and vulnerable while Yoongi moved with silent efficiency. A glass of water appeared on the side table within easy reach. The TV remote was placed precisely on the armrest next to you. He adjusted the cushion under your knee with clinical precision. "Too high?" he grunted. You shook your head, overwhelmed by his quiet intensity. Without a word, he vanished into the kitchen. The sounds of cupboard doors and the kettle boiling were comforting. He reappeared not with gourmet fare, but with a steaming bowl of perfect ramen, the broth rich and hot, the noodles cooked exactly to his and now your preferred firmness, a perfectly soft-boiled egg nestled on top. It was simple, warm, and exactly what your traumatized system craved. He placed it on your lap with a curt "Eat." He refilled your water glass before it was half empty. An alarm chimed softly on his phone precisely when your next dose of painkillers was due. He wordlessly handed you the pill and the water. Laundry, dishes, tidying... all chores vanished, handled with silent, unseen efficiency. His presence became a constant, quiet hum of caretaking.

His studio remained untouched. Instead, he dragged his laptop and a pile of lyric notebooks to the coffee table, settling onto the other end of the couch. He didn't ask what you wanted to watch, he simply navigated to your favorite comfort sitcom and hit play, the volume low. He worked, brow furrowed in concentration, occasionally scribbling notes, but his presence was a solid, calming force. When a wave of pain or fatigue made you sag sideways, your head found his shoulder. He didn't stiffen or move away. He simply adjusted his arm slightly, letting you lean, the steady rhythm of his breathing and the click of his keyboard becoming a lullaby. He was there, not smothering, but immovably present. Around midnight, you mumbled a vague craving for the specific brand of strawberry milk sold only at the convenience store three blocks away. Yoongi looked up from his laptop, raised an eyebrow, and sighed dramatically. "Now? Really?" He made a show of grumbling under his breath about inconvenient cravings as he pulled on a hoodie. Twenty minutes later, he silently placed the cold carton and a straw beside you. The hoodie he’d been wearing, incredibly soft from years of wear, smelling faintly of coffee and his cologne, was wordlessly draped over your legs when he noticed a slight chill. The TV remote remained firmly in your control, even when he visibly disapproved of your reality TV choice.

One afternoon, drowsy from pain meds, you felt a cool hand briefly press against your forehead. His touch was feather-light, checking for fever. His fingers lingered for just a second, smoothing a stray strand of hair back from your temple before retreating quickly, as if burned. Later, as he meticulously rearranged the pillows under your booted foot for the hundredth time, his voice, rough and low, broke the quiet. "You scared me half to death, you know." He didn't look at you, focusing intensely on the pillow placement. The raw honesty in his gruff tone, the uncharacteristic admission of fear, was more potent than any flowery declaration. And once, when he glanced up from his laptop and saw you genuinely asleep, pain lines smoothed from your face, a small, soft, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips before he quickly looked back at his screen.

When Jin, Jimin, and Taehyung arrived two days later bearing gifts and loud concern, Yoongi became a sentinel. He intercepted Jin’s enthusiastic hug with a sharp look and a subtle headshake towards your elevated leg. He physically positioned himself between Jimin's animated gestures and the couch. He fielded their questions, his answers concise, shielding you from the need to recount the trauma. He handled the pharmacy calls, the physio scheduling, becoming your fierce, pragmatic advocate...

A week into your recovery, you were finally managing the crutches with less terror. Yoongi watched you navigate from the couch to the kitchen table, a two-minute odyssey, with intense focus. As you sank gratefully into the chair, breathing heavily, he pushed a fresh glass of water towards you. He met your eyes, his expression serious, almost stern. "Just... try not to do that again, okay?" he stated, his voice flat. He gestured vaguely towards the boot. "It's... inconvenient." He held your gaze for a beat longer, the faintest flicker of something warm and terrified deep in his dark eyes before he turned back to his laptop, the ghost of that rare, soft smile threatening at the corner of his mouth. The unspoken translation hung in the air, clear as day... "I care about you so much it terrifies me." But wrapped in his hoodie, sipping the strawberry milk he’d grumbled about fetching, you finally felt safe enough to truly start healing.

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[basicallyreigenarataka]

Left On Read - Yuta x Reader SMAU

chap 7: regrets masterlist

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sorry just texts this chapter ): i’m writing all of these on thursday night bc i know im gonna be busy this weekend so i’m rushing so i can have atleast 3 chapters done for fri, sat, and sun 😭😭

but YAYYY TOGE REDEMPTION ARC!! kinda.. he’s hypocritical tbh and yn won’t forgive him ofc.. but he’s got the right spirit..

megumi will probably reach out next, i’ve got some ideas!! thx for reading chat 💜

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[bl00dalchemist]

I fucking love ur profile pic! Yamato fan art is so rare to find and your is super cute and silly 😭😭🫶🫶 is it okay to make it into a sticker for my toploader ??🤪🤪 I wanna add a Yamato card on it 💜

thx, also have a bigger version of it lol!

[sillyswriting]

I know you write Ghost as not wanting kids. What if his S/O got pregnant but they wanted to keep the pregnancy so they could give the baby up for adoption? How do you think he'd react? Would he be supportive?

Sorry that's a super random question lol. It just kinda came to my mind so I thought I'd ask your thoughts. If it's too weird pls feel free to ignore k thx luv u bye 💕

hi nonnie 💜 it's not weird at all, don't worry ✨

honestly, deeply think this man will never get any pregnant, like at all. fully convinced if he's gonna spend the rest of his life with someone, like married or he just knows in his core that it's them and no one else : he'll get a vasectomy.

if by a fucking miracle, his partner gets pregnant. this man will be very much clear that he is not one to raise a child. he had is boundaries, he is very much capable of leaving someone if they don't respect them, even if he loved them. however, if adoption is put in the process, he would be divided. at the same time, he swore he would never let his genes in this world, never let his rotten core get passed on AND at the same time, his partner so dearly wants this child to be happy, but away from their relationship. his partner just think the baby deserves to have a good life.

it might take him a while, but he'll come around. help with the basics, but refuses to see/hear any thing related to the child. no scan, no heartbeat, nothing. he takes them to the doctor, wait in the car, take them back home. they don't talk about the baby, because to simon, the baby simply doesn't exist in his world. it never will. it's not his.

when his partner gives birth, he waits in the corridor at first. but when the wait gets too long or the screams to loud, he get in the room, to support you. refuses to see the baby once it's born, to know their gender, to see the adopting family. he wants nothing to do with them.

this man is not a father, he never will be.

[sushiboyangel]

🤠Starting to finish up moving states so I can finally post 👽

Thx for the love on the last one!!💜