#LOVED this yapping session 10/10

[karinasbaby]

okay so about the album !! i'm back from older sibling/3rd parent duties phew! okay okay i'm exciteeddd 1. flashover - omg she's such a queen, it's like sweet venom seeb remix's evil twin or something, i love it so so much. the vocals in it are sooo good TT SUNGHOON OMG esp the chorus is so fire 2. bad desire - the different accents by jayke for the prechorus GAHD ni-ki's rap was soo good, omg his voice >< and jungwon's second verse after ki's rap was one of my fav parts ! yearner heeseng we LOVE YOU !! 3. outside - THE ICON YOU ARE ! ! ! the raps were so good, like i was so surprised by everyone's rap. heeseung's pretty boy, also JAKEE (when enha covered i feel good, i was SO DAMN impressed by rapper jake likee) and when he came back, i fell down to my knees. and DON'T get me started on the chorus, this is so head banger bop <3 also jaywon's duo rap, and jay's voice.. I NEED HIM TO USE THAT TONE AGAIN

4. loose (kor. ver) - why are the lyrics MORE freakier than the og like???? tame me??? riki's part was already laced with crack, and now it's EVEN crazier and insane? like pls pls pls- 5. helium - WAS MY QUEEN SINCE DAY ONE ! PRODUCER JAY OH HE'S SO PROUD OF IT AND SO AM I (i js wanna tell him how well he did with this song, and it's like my FAVORITE SONG like i almost cried listening to it TT) espp, his proud smile whenever the members mention it and call it their favorite track, YEAH i'm crying. also ALSO sunoo has so many lines??? i'm so thankful what won's part was so good, i FCKIN ASCENDED you can't tell me she isn't the best summer song. it's like tamed-dashed x shout out (esp in the end with hee's vocalss) with hints of paranormal here and there!! i think it might be one of my fav enha songs (but like i love their whole discography sooo)

6. too close - THIS SONG, it's so good, omg jakehoon's vocals in this, it's like jake's is so sharp and sunghoon's is so smooth??? idkk mann, they all sounded good in this, esp today's performance at the showcase (ANGEL WON U ABSOLUTE CUTIE) 7. bad desire (eng ver.) - all those calling her the BEST eng. ver of a kpop song? YOU'RE RIGHT! SHE IS! why they keep exchanging freakky lyrics for the alternate versions, like jake wtf do you mean 'don't wanna take your golden light' ??? and the still monster reference! ALSO NISHIMURA RIKI'S RAP. again. wanna write my name up on your skin, permanent like a tattoo?????? OH HE'S SICKK

all in all, i think all seven of them did immensely well and i'm so proud of all the many achievements they made in just a day with this queen of an album, ENHYPEN KINGS !! i wonder which b-side they'll promote after bad desire (if they're going to that is) what do you think stellastunna? it's your turn to yap now. i'm waiting :DD

-🌷

LETS GO 🗣���

1. flashover i most def agree it’s SUCH a good song. it’s easily my fav from the album such a great opener and it set such a nice vibe / theme for the whole album, im so happy enha tried a genre / sound like this and it suited them SO MUCH !!!! the vocals were a bit different from what they usually do and they all sounded so heavenly. just really proves to u that enha can really do it all.. overall AMAZING SONG 10/10 !!!

2. bad desire YEARNER HEESEUNG WE LOVE U SO MUCH !!! i most def agree jayke & hoon & jungwon’s voices stood out so so much to me especially jungwon’s “it’s all my bad desire” like he already has such a beautiful unique voice and hearing him sing lines like this all desperate and shit OOOOOO 😫 it rlly did smth to me i repeated that part so many times. again give riki a bridge and he will ALWAYS eat it up. ive known about this since his historic bridge in blind (i can’t actually go a day without mentioning blind cuz i would literally die that’s the best enha song of all time don’t play w her.) bad desire reminded me sm of jt’s mirrors and it generally has that yearning 2000s vibes in it which i LOVEEEE so so glad enha have a tt track like this like the diversity they have is crazy.

3. outside RIKI OWNS THIS SONNGGGG riki & heeseung like this song is theirs 🙂‍↕️ having heeseung start off the song like that was actually crazy i had to actually repeat it multiple times to fully process what i was hearing but the whole song is so insane im so so happy enha have been doing more rap themed songs like this & daydream are my beloveds. and the whole jaywon switching part was so so good. my only wish was hoon having more lines cuz he literally had like one hello.. but overall REALLY GOOD SONG I LOVED IT. i feel like it’s a song you’d play on a late car ride w the windows down and everything omg

4. loose omg i have Nawt listened to the korean version yet i suck at listening to singles like once they’re released if i don’t click with them then it’s highly unlikely that i would listen again and unforch that was the case for loose w me .. its a cute song ! don’t get me wrong its just not my cup of tea but its still a good one to listen to on a chill day and stuff 🙂‍↕️ i love riki’s & heeseung’s parts sm they all sound so amazing on that song but now that i see ur reaction … im def gonna have to listen to the korean version.

5. helium U DESCRIBED IT SO PERFECTLY its most def shout out x paranormal x tamed dashed. producer jay you will never ever disappoint our talented baby 😞 he did so so amazing the whole song gives me an anime op vibe and it’s so cute. it’s such a refreshing song and it makes me wanna go on an adventure so bad. loved everyone’s parts on it ESP SUNOO’S HELL YES ! helium u will always be so so loved. (u and runi adoring this track is so cute to me omg)

6. too close I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH sunghoon’s prechorus will ALWAYS make me ascend he sounded so divine r u kidding i need this man to never ever close his mouth ever again. there’s a reason why he was on both pre choruses bcs of how good he sounded and omg. jungwon & jake’s choruses were so good it’s such a pretty & cute song loved the piano its like listening to a love fairytale being manifested into a song I LOVE ITTT

7. bad desire (eng) i haven’t listened to the full version yet but WHAT. ive only listened to heeseung’s part and literally died like. WHY DOES HE SOUJD EVEN BETTER IN ENGLISH IS THIS A JOKE . forgot to mention but the ‘oh oh’ heeseung part always makes me see the light his vocals gen never fail to amaze me BUT WDYM RIKI’S LYRICS PERMANENT LIKE A TATTOO? freaky ass lyrics HOW DO THEY OUT-FREAK THEMSELVES WITH EVERY COMEBACK.

u are so so very right they did incredible. such a good comeback such a good album and heeseung was right when he said there’s a little bit of everything on it, they touched on so many genres while still making it all sound so cohesive and still stuck to the overall theme of it and i love it sm. enha never ever disappoint ☝️ i will say that the only thing that’s kind of disheartening about the songs is how short they were but still after listening to them more u get more accustomed to it but considering the fact that this was all made in the midst of so many activities and an entire world tour is genuinely so astonishing enha u are so so talented and so loved they did AMAZING.

[bxeckersz]

bath and body works has the best lip gloss

these are literally my holy grail

[sixeyesonathiel]

nerd!satoru who yaps nonstop about the multiverse while you’re just trying to eat your lunch, waving his hands around dramatically as he explains the concept of alternate dimensions with half a rice ball in his mouth and crumbs stuck to the corner of his lips. who pokes at his food with a mechanical pencil because he forgot his chopsticks again, and then insists with wide eyes and a mouth half full, “technically, pencils are just wooden utensils for intellectuals.” he gets giddy over a new graphing calculator update like it’s a new iphone drop, tapping the screen like it’s a baby animal, and once dragged you into a 40-minute rant about ant communication hierarchies while you were just brushing your teeth, half-asleep and mouth foaming with toothpaste.

he has no less than ten tabs open at all times—reddit conspiracy theories, physics forums, a paused youtube video on quantum tunneling, a spreadsheet titled “do cats defy newton’s laws?”, a google doc labeled “reasons why kissing might be a form of molecular alignment,” and none of it has anything to do with the assignment he’s supposed to be doing. he zones out during lectures, doodling black hole spirals, equations shaped like hearts, and cats in lab coats in the margins of his notes. once, he drew you holding hands with a worm in a bowtie and captioned it “me and my universe.” somehow still manages to get top marks every single time, even though he once turned in an assignment with a greasy fry stain in the corner because he used it as a napkin in the library mid-cram session.

he mutters the weirdest things under his breath like “i feel like a misaligned proton today” or “the moon’s energy was too sarcastic last night” and you just blink at him like🧍‍♀️while sipping your drink. he wears mismatched socks on purpose and says, “it’s a metaphor for duality.” has five alarms labeled “wake up genius,” “ur gonna flunk,” “your girlfriend will leave you,” “pls satoru,” and “EMERGENCY: CUTE, PRETTY AND SCORCHINGLY HOT GIRL WAITING” and still manages to sleep through all of them unless you call him. his glasses? perpetually smudged, held together with washi tape. his notebooks? an unholy fusion of complicated theorems, grocery lists, pressed flowers, cat doodles, love notes to you, and a page just titled “top 10 reasons why my girlfriend is cuter than entropy.”

his laptop is a biohazard—dusty, overworked, full of files like “time_is_an_illusion_final_FINAL_reallyfinal_actuallyfinal.pptx” and “uRwrong_iMright.docx.” the case is covered in anime stickers, tiny equations, stars drawn with glitter pen, and a wrinkled polaroid of you sticking your tongue out that he keeps taped on like it’s a sacred relic. he listens to lo-fi while studying and pauses every few minutes just to sigh dreamily and whisper, “this part sounds like you looking at me for the first time.”

and yet… he’s so fine it’s borderline illegal. tall, messy white hair that sticks up in all directions and defies every known force of nature, ice-blue eyes that melt when they look at you, and a cocky little smile that makes your chest hurt even when he says things like, “do you think our cells are spiritually linked?” he doesn’t even try to be charming—he just is, like he spawned with a flirt trait.

you fw it. you fw him. every unfiltered ramble, every hyperactive explanation about wormholes or why he thinks bees are secretly time travelers. the way his voice speeds up when he’s excited, and how his hands start waving like he’s conducting an invisible orchestra of nerdiness. you don’t even bother trying to follow every word—you’re just watching him, heart doing somersaults, because he’s so beautiful when he’s passionate. and the fact that you never laugh at him? only ever smile and let him go on? yeah. that cracked his emotional firewall a long time ago.

so now he’s all sunshine and sparkles around you. a literal bundle of joy. grinning at his phone like a middle schooler when you text him “lol ok.” kicking his feet while giggling, voice memos full of stuff like “what if we held hands inside a particle accelerator 😳👉👈” sent at 2:13 a.m., followed by three minutes of him wheezing into a pillow. he calls you his “favorite constant,” even if you don’t get the joke. and if you do? he twirls his hair, blushes, and stares at you like you just split the atom and made it cute.

he makes playlists named “gravity got nothing on how hard i fell for you,” draws you in lab coats saying “ur the thesis to my hypothesis,” keeps your photo in his pencil case and shows it to random people like “this is my girlfriend. she understands my quantum jokes.” if they blink weirdly, he’ll just smile and say, “it’s okay, not everyone gets theoretical perfection.”

being loved by you makes him goo. makes his neurons do the macarena. you make all his bizarre little pieces light up like neon signs. you walked into his strange little world and said “yeah, i’ll stay,” and now he’s rearranging every cosmic thread to make sure it’s perfect for you. adds fairy lights. labels his notebooks “our theories.” buys matching pens. you made his chaos feel like a cozy little planet. he buys you plushies shaped like atoms and puts your name in the acknowledgements of his lab reports. tells people “she’s the reason the data graphs came out prettier.”

nerd!satoru who’s helplessly, hopelessly, tooth-rottingly in love with you. who grabs your hand mid-ramble just to feel you close. who brings you hot cocoa and explains entropy like it’s a bedtime story. who kisses your forehead and tells you “you’re my favorite anomaly in this whole universe.”

and he thanks you—not in grand declarations, but in the quiet moments: when he scoots closer to you without saying a word, when he tugs on your sleeve with glassy eyes after a long day, when he looks at you after an hour of nerding out like you built the whole galaxy just to hear him talk.

his world was spinning way too fast. then you walked in and gave it gravity. and now he orbits you—and he’s never been happier to revolve around anything in his life.

[cherrygublersworld]

what a girl wants

pairing: spencer reid x gf!reader category: smut (18+) words: 1.6k summary: you and spencer are taking things slowly, but when he’s wearing glasses and grey sweatpants you have a hard time remembering it. a/n: soo this is my first ever fic, hope you like it!!

spencer had been rambling for twenty minutes now, you were watching one of your favourite movie “what a girl wants” and had to pause after 10 minutes because spencer had, of course, something to say about the population of the bedouin, that somehow got to the invention of the agriculture. you lost it after he started listing the risk of iron deficiency anemia.

your problem with spencer yapping was just that you got lost every five minutes. first you notice the way the sun hits his jawline. then it’s the way he moves those hands of his, and you really can’t not get lost looking at his pretty lips.

you have been dating spencer for two months now, and yes it’s a short amount of time to say you’re in love with someone. but truth be told you fell in love with spencer reid the moment you saw him.

you met in a small coffee shop, right next to your new workplace, and he was just so incredibly gorgeous that you really had to shoot your shot.

now he’s yapping about arab tribes in your sofa, wearing a pair of grey sweatpants (that had you foaming in your mouth since he entered the door), a simple cardigan that looks as soft as clouds. and just because that wasn’t enough he even wore glasses, like real fucking glasses, that stands so heavenly on that pretty nose of his.

you nearly died on the spot, barely heard him when he greeted you, all soft smiles and heart eyes, you were too busy trying not to kneel down and beg him to fuck you dumb.

cause yes, you didn’t had sex yet, you’re taking things slow, which is as sweet as frustrating, and of course you end up every night feeling guilty for not appreciating the first man in your life that actually respects you and wants to court you like a gentleman fresh out of bridgerton.

point is if you were bridgerton you would most definitely be kate sharma. and you’re definitely tired of using a toy when you have the prettiest man in the world gushing over you.

when did you end up so desperate for a man you really don’t know, but to your defence things escalated the last time you saw each other.

four days ago, he took you out on a date that ended in a make out session on his couch.

and god you were so addicted to the taste of his lips, his hands on your waist, just his thumb under your shirt drawing slow circles that nearly made you moan.

you didn’t even noticed you started moving your hips till you felt it, right under your core, but what’s even worse is that he whined. he fucking whined.

you started serious doubt you would survive.

not with the way he tightened his grip on your waist, or the way he kissed you next, hot and passionate, and you surely died when his hands gently guided your hips faster on him.

you straddled him till you both came in your pants, moaning in each other’s mouth, laughing softly like teenagers. and then a call from work came and he was straight on a jet.

the next three days, while he was in some lost town in Luisiana, all you could think about was the way he felt under you, his moans and whines, how he get even prettier after an orgasm.

god you needed him so badly.

that’s basically why when he arrived at your house today, you’re distracted, can’t take your eyes off of him and your hand hurts.

you know he knows something is up with you by the looks he keeps giving you, but you keep pretending as best as you can that everything is fine.

it’s not like you need to fuck him so bad you’re literally about to explode if you don’t taste him. no nothing like that. you’re fine. everything’s fine.

expect that he starts yapping, eyes wide, pretty lips and hands in the air.

you don’t know if you wanna cry or cum.

so you try, really really try, try to be a good and respectful girlfriend. taking a deep breath, you try to focus on his words instead of how his glasses would fog up with his moans.

dr spencer reid, three phds and a master, proud profiler of the most elite team of the fbi, the man who can catch the tiniest micro expression and hidden meaning behind the most trained liars of the states.

apparently the only thing his brilliant mind can’t tell is when his girlfriend is horny.

so he just keeps rambling and you keep trying to behave yourself, for exactly seven minutes, then you break. without even realising it your hands are behind his neck and your lips on his, and he gasps, surprised but oh so sweet.

you pull back slightly, barely an inch between the two of you, just to whisper to him. “i’m sorry baby, it’s just that you’re so sexy i can’t-“ and then you’re kissing him again, as if you need to prove your words.

and spencer is basically gone, his mind blank since your lips touched his, his body tingling everywhere.

to think he was so nervous to see you today, paranoid about possible remorse of your last date, he had been so anxious during the last three days he didn’t even had a moment to really think about how good you felt.

but now you had interrupted his rambling because he was so sexy you had to kiss him, his brain couldn’t even start to comprehend your words, not that he could ever get a thought straight when you’re kissing him.

and definitely not when you quickly move to his laps, straddling him. feeling your body perfectly sitting on him spencer moans and you take the opportunity to push your tongue inside his mouth.

same scene as four days ago but this time spencer’s not stressing over doing the right thing, he shut his brain off and really feel you.

oh and another big difference from last time is that spencer’s not wearing any jeans. he’s wearing sweatpants.

sweatpants that let you really sense him under you. it’s almost mandatory that you swing your hips with more force than you ever had, just cause you have to feel him as best as you can.

and fuck it feels so good you’re both moaning, and fuck he’s so beautiful you have to kiss him again, but he seems out of breath (as you are but too horny to care it seems) so you opts for his neck. leaving open mouth kisses all along, mumbling in between.

“god spencer you’re so pretty”

“missed you so much baby”

“need you so bad”

your voice is low and sultry like he never heard and he’s so overstimulated in the best way possible. he can’t shut up either, little moans keeps spilling out his mouth and when you start sucking his soft spot on the neck (he doesn’t even know how or when you figured it out) he can already feel the pleasure building

it takes just a light pull of his hair and one of your sweet moan direct to his ear when you angle your hips, and he’s cumming in his pants.

and it’s actually embarrassing how fast he was, not even his first time did he came so quickly.

you realise after a couple of seconds, when you feel a wet sensation under you, his moan lasting a few seconds longer, his hands gripping tighter your waist, his body tensing.

you would’ve realised earlier if it hadn’t been just 5 minutes since you started.

after spencer is completely still, the embarrassment eating him alive as his face slowly becomes red. you pull back to look at him in the eyes, which he avoids.

“baby look at me” you whisper softly, a small smile on your face as your hands play with his hair. he shakes his head before covering it with his hands.

“this is so embarrassing” he whines dramatically. you chuckles softly, taking his hands off his face, he fights for a few seconds before surrendering.

he looks up at you with big puppies eyes, red and ashamed, you can see his fear of judgement in the way he fidgets with his fingers.

you cradle his face with your hands, forcing the eye contact as you smile sweetly at him. “oh honey you have nothing to be embarrassed about”

and just as sweetly you lean in to kiss his face, his cheeks, his nose, his forehead and then a speck on his lips. a little but nonetheless shining smile comes back on his pretty face.

“just so you know i actually found you coming so quickly one of the biggest compliments you could ever give me” you say, voice like honey, staring directly into his eyes.

spencer gasps softly at your words, eyes widening and jaw slightly dropping.

“w-what?”

you chuckle under your breath, a tender smile on your face as your hands play with his hair, earning a soft sigh from him.

“baby the fact that i’m able to make you come in five minutes is so fucking hot, you have nothing to be embarrassed about”

for a minute spencer just stares at you, studying you in that profiler way of his, trying to detect any signs of a lie, finding none a slow smile creeps on his face.

and just like that, you’re back at watching the movie, well for a total of twelve minutes before spencer realises you didn’t come and repay the favour.

cc dividers: @uzmacchiato

[pitlanepeach]

Radio Silence | Chapter Eleven

Lando Norris x Amelia Brown (OFC)

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Summary — Order is everything. Her habits aren’t quirks, they’re survival techniques. And only three people in the world have permission to touch her: Mom, Dad, Fernando.

Then Lando Norris happens.

One moment. One line crossed. No going back.

Warnings — Autistic!OFC, Christian Horner, Lando being a complete simp.

Notes — Had some fun with some social media graphics in this chapter! Share all of your thoughts/feelings after the chapter, I love to hear your yapping!

Want to be added to the taglist? Let me know! — Peach x

Zak’s eyes were fixed on the monitors. Lando was mid-lap, sector times glowing green across the screen. The tension was high but familiar; the usual adrenaline hum of a qualifying session.

Then, from the corner of his vision, the main feed flickered to a live shot of the Red Bull garage.

And there she was.

Amelia.

She was in what had become her usual seat in the RedBull garage, laptop balanced on her legs, surrounded by telemetry screens and noise and movement; like she belonged there. Like she’d always belonged there.

Zak felt something hitch in his chest, but he pushed it down. He hadn’t seen her in person all weekend. Probably by her design.

Then, she looked up. Not at him. At the camera.

Grimaced. Waved, awkwardly. In a way that was just so Amelia. 

And then she held up a piece of paper.

“AND LANDO NORRIS’ GIRLFRIEND.”

It was on-screen for less than two seconds — just long enough to be undeniable.

Will, still tracking Lando’s data beside him, let out a low whistle. “Oh wow. Brave girl. Didn’t realise they’d made it official.”

Zak blinked at the screen.

The Sky Sports commentators were laughing. The F1 TV commentators sounded between shocked and amused. 

But Zak didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

Lando’s car zipped through the final corner. Purple sector. P3 provisional. The garage cheered in his ear. Will was on Lando’s radio, mentioning something about the braking point into Turn 10.

Zak was still staring at the coverage screens.

Because no one had told him.

Not his daughter.

Not Lando.

And she looked… happy. God, she looked happy. Freer than he’d seen her in years.

But there was a tightness in Zak’s jaw now, a hollowness in his chest.

— 

The house was quiet, save for the gentle whir of the fan in the corner and the soft murmur of the F1 broadcast on the TV.

Tracy sat curled up on the sofa, feet tucked under her, a forgotten cup of tea cooling on the side table. She wasn’t one to watch every session, not unless Amelia was involved; which, lately, was more often than not. Still, it surprised her every time. Her little girl, in this world.

Then the camera panned to the Red Bull garage.

Tracy straightened.

There she was.

Amelia, hunched over her laptop, eyes sharp behind her glasses, entirely in her element. The graphic read “Amelia Brown, Engineering Intern.”

Tracy smiled, until she saw Amelia lift a piece of paper with bold, black writing.

“AND LANDO NORRIS’ GIRLFRIEND.”

There was a beat of silence in the room. Then Tracy let out a soft, surprised laugh, full of pride and amusement.

“She never was very good at sharing,” she murmured fondly, shaking her head.

And oh, didn’t she mean that. From toys to her spot on the sofa to the last slice of cake, if Amelia liked something, she claimed it.

Tracy smiled at the screen, at the quiet defiance in her daughter’s posture, the certainty in her eyes. “That’s my girl.”

— 

iMessage — 16:07pm

Max F. BRO WHAT JUST HAPPENED 😭😭

Lando ? what are you on about

Max F. GO TO THE MEDIA PEN RIGHT NOW YOU’VE BEEN HARD LAUNCHED

Lando what what are you yapping about mate

Max F. Amelia. Garage cam. “Engineering Intern” graphic. She held up a sign that said “AND LANDO NORRIS’ GIRLFRIEND” ON. LIVE. TELEVISION.

Lando ??????????????

Max F. BRO I SPAT OUT MY DRINK YOU COULD’VE WARNED ME YOU TWO WERE ACTUALLY TOGETHER I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST FLIRTY VIBES

Lando just saw the clip fucking hell

Max F. mate you’re smiling aren’t you

Lando yeah. a little. a lot. she’s unreal

Max F. unreal is one word for it 💀

Lando she’s so fucking cute Jesus. the handwritten sign? the little smile??

Max F. you’re in it man

Lando obviously.

Max F. she’s got guts. respect. also she might’ve just made F1 history first hard launch via broadcast overlay 💀

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Subject: Media Broadcast Conduct – Spanish GP

From: media@redbullracing.com To: amelia.brown@redbullracing.com Date: August 18, 2020, 10:24 AM

Hi Amelia,

Hope you're well.

We wanted to quickly flag your appearance during the Spanish GP broadcast a few days ago — specifically the moment where you held up a handwritten sign referring to your relationship with Lando Norris.

While we understand this was done in good humour, we'd appreciate the chance to speak with you about the optics of team affiliations, personal relationships, and privacy within the paddock. As you know, the broadcast reaches a global audience, and we have to be mindful of how moments like this can be perceived externally and internally.

Please let us know when you’re free for a quick chat during the Belgium weekend.

Best regards, Red Bull Racing Media & Communications Team

—

Subject: Re: Media Broadcast Conduct – Spanish GP

From: amelia.brown@redbullracing.com To: media@redbullracing.com CC: adrian.newey@redbullracing.com Date: August 18, 2020, 11:22 AM

Hello,

I’m happy to discuss this further in Belgium, but just to clarify, I do only plan on having one boyfriend, so it’s not likely to happen again.

Regards, Amelia

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iMessage — 11:24am

Amelia The PR team are being passive aggressive I think.

Lando Norris ??? You okay baby

Amelia Yes. It’s just via email.

Lando Norris Get the social media team on your side. Maybe Instagram?

Amelia I don’t like Instagram.

Lando Norris Give it a go, baby. You’re so pretty. The fans will love it.

Amelia Fine.

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landonorris look at my beautiful girl😍 ❤️ by ameliabrown

user9 im going to pass tf out

user62 i am seething with jealous right now

user22 SHES LIVING MY DREAM😫😫😫

user51 YOU ARE A FCKING QUEEN FOR THAT HARD LAUNCH. I WOULD HARD LAUNCH TF OUT OF LANDO NORRIS TOO

user6 my jaw DROPPED. she was nawt willing to hide her man

user18 anyone else concerned abt what redbull had to say abt it??😭😭

user51 @user18 BABY I COULDNT CARE LESS. I LOVE THEM

user7 that’s so real. like imagine lando norris being your bf, working for redbull racing, and your dad is the team boss for mclaren like ???? girl is hooked tf up

user18 @user7 don’t forget abt how much alonso has praised her in the past!!!!

redbullracing our favourite stem girlie!🤩

user93 you are my biggest inspiration! i want to study engineering and work in motorsport and seeing another woman succeed is so inspiring

ameliabrown Thank you.

maxverstappen A very nice front wing!

ameliabrown I agree 👍🏻

user18 how have you never posted on here before?!

ameliabrown I prefer twitter. I am not very good at taking photographs.

user18 agree to disagree. this is such a cute photo dump!

ameliabrown Thank you. I spent 4 hours rearranging the photos.

user7 oh my god. she has charmed me.

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Amelia checked Twitter for the first time since the Grand Prix.

She hadn’t meant to avoid it; at least not forever. But between debriefs, logistics, travel plans, and Lando hijacking the vast majority of her spare time, social media hadn’t felt like a priority.

Now, curled up in a quiet corner of the hotel lobby with a half-drunk iced coffee and an overheating laptop, she opened the web app.

The notifications were overwhelming. Thousands of likes. Hundreds of retweets. Clips of the broadcast moment; her sitting in the Red Bull garage, holding up that very efficient sign, looping on repeat across fan accounts, meme pages, and even official F1 news outlets.

There were edits (some cute and some... a bit strange). Screenshots. Commentary. Debate.

And, of course, the most viral of the tweets.

She scrolled slowly.

She scrolled for a few more minutes. There was already a hashtag that was being attached to everything regarding them.

Amelia blinked once. Then twice.

“Oh,” she said out loud to absolutely no one. “Guess everyone knows he’s mine now.”

And with that, she closed Twitter, pushed her headphones over her ears, and returned to the CFD simulation.

—

Lando didn’t usually mind being a passenger.

In fact, outside of a race weekend, he liked not driving. Liked leaning his seat back, feet on the dash, sunglasses on, playlist humming. It was a break. A switch-off.

Except for right now. Because right now, he was gripping the door handle like it might save his life.

Amelia, completely calm beside him, was weaving through the hills somewhere outside Montmeló like she was auditioning for WRC. One hand on the wheel, the other tapping against her thigh in time with whatever Spanish radio station she’d insisted they listen to. She was humming, even.

“Amelia,” he said, as politely as humanly possible while his soul tried to climb out of his chest. “Baby. You… do know there’s a speed limit, right?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, eyes on the road. “I’m under it.”

He glanced at the dashboard. She was; just barely. But then again, it wasn’t the speed that was making his stomach lurch. It was the corners. The absolutely unapologetic and fearless way she took them.

“You brake after the turn,” he muttered under his breath, wincing as they zipped past a startled cyclist.

“What?” She frowned, eyes flickering his way. 

“Nothing,” he said quickly. “Just—Jesus, okay, that goat came out of nowhere—”

“You’re being weird,” she said, completely deadpan. She straightened the car again, after having swerved around the stray farm animal. “You’ve gone all stiff. Are you having a panic attack?”

“No,” he said through gritted teeth. He took a deep breath. “Sorry. I just don’t understand how you have a driving license.”

Amelia shrugged. “I passed the test. Same one everyone has to take.”

“That doesn’t answer the question.” 

“I used indicators. I drove under the speed limit. I checked my mirrors. Just drove normally.”

Lando gave a wild, incredulous laugh. “This is you driving normally?”

“Yes.” She said. 

“Amelia,” he exhaled, clutching the door handle again. “I like you. I do. I like you a lot. But I genuinely think you’re going to kill us both.”

She made a face, eyes still locked on the road, though she wanted to glance at him. “You’re being very dramatic about this. You’re a Formula 1 driver.”

“Exactly! I know what dangerous driving looks like. And this is it!”

Amelia rolled her eyes but eased off the gas slightly; for his sake, not because she agreed with his critiques. “Fine. You can drive next time. I don’t really enjoy it anyway. I have to focus on a million different things at once.”

“Baby, from now on I’ll drive us everywhere,” he said, placing a hand over his heart like he was making a vow. “Just get me to dinner alive and I’ll buy you dessert.”

“I was getting dessert anyway,” she replied flatly. “I’ve been wanting to eat chocolate cake all day. With vanilla ice cream.”

He looked at her then, still half-terrified but entirely smitten. That warm, indulgent smile pulled at his mouth. “That sounds good, baby.”

“Yeah,” she said, eyes still forward, nodding a little. “It does.”

— 

Lando drove them back to the hotel. Amelia climbed into the passenger seat with the calm satisfaction of a girl with a belly full of chocolate cake and ice cream. She had her knees pulled up to the seat, leaning into Lando’s side as much as the seatbelt would allow.

His hand drifted to her thigh at the first red light they came across, thumb brushing back and forth, the occasional tight squeeze that made her smile.

“I like you like this. Fed and sleepy,” he murmured, head tilted just slightly toward her.

She made a quiet sound in reply, somewhere between a hum and a sigh, and leaned in closer. “I much prefer when you drive,” she told him. “It’s much more efficient. You don’t flinch at your own braking.”

He laughed. “That’s because I brake like a normal person.”

“You brake like a professional driver,” she corrected. “I’m just a normal driver.”

“Sure, babe. That’s what we’ll tell the insurance company.” He teased. 

She gave him a soft shove. 

“…I was thinking,” she started, slightly hesitantly. “Before we fly to Belgium, I want to go see Fernando. He texted again earlier. He- uh, I told him that I told you about him coming back to the grid next year. He was okay with it. Made fun of me for being a terrible secret keeper.” She flushed slightly.

Lando glanced at her, then back to the road. “He’s in Spain?” He asked. She nodded. Without hesitation, he asked, “you want me to take you?”

She blinked at him. “You’d want to?”

He nodded. “Yeah, baby, of course. I’d like to meet him properly. Not just in the paddock, like… really meet him. He’s important to you, and I mean, he’s Fernando Alonso. I grew up watching him race.”

A pause. Her voice was small but unguarded. “He was the first person who ever took me seriously. Let me have full access to his data, made sure his engineers listened to me. It was nice.”

Lando squeezed her leg. “Then I definitely want to meet him.”

She didn’t say anything else, but she reached across the console and tangled her fingers with his, settling their joined hands on her lap. Lando glanced over, just briefly, and smiled.

“I’m glad I didn’t die on the way to dinner,” he said, teasing.

“I wouldn’t risk killing you,” she replied, all logic and deadpan. “You pay for my food.”

He laughed, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand, eyes still firmly on the road. “Unbelievably romantic. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” She smiled. 

— 

Lando hovered just behind her, hands in the pockets of his hoodie, expression caught somewhere between polite interest and mild nerves. He was in Fernando Alonso’s house, after all. Not exactly neutral territory.

“Amelia, mi niña!” came the booming voice from across the space. Fernando appeared, all wide smile and familiar presence that made the hairs on Lando’s arms stand. “Finally! You keep me waiting too long.” The Spanish driver exclaimed. 

Amelia lit up, in that subtle way she did, just the slight lift of her eyebrows and the way she tilted forward a little as he pulled her into a tight hug. “You said Wednesday. It’s Wednesday.”

“So punctual, like a human calendar,” he teased, then pulled back and looked over her shoulder. His dark eyes zeroed in on Lando. “And this must be your boyfriend.”

Lando stepped forward, extending a hand. “Hey. Yeah, I’m Lando. It’s really nice to meet you, man—”

Fernando didn’t take the hand. He just stared for a moment. Then said, “As you know, I will be driving alongside you again next year. And I have taken a year off, so I may be… rusty. I would hate to be involved in any kind of racing accident with you, Norris.”

Lando stared at him. “Right.”

Amelia frowned. “Fernando. He’s been very nice to me.”

Fernando ignored her. “Do you like espresso?”

Lando nodded hesitantly. “I—I mean, yeah.”

“Good. Come. I will show you my sim rig and my data sheets, and then we’ll see if you are worth her time.”

Amelia made a small noise. “That wasn’t part of the plan—”

“Plans are for people without passion!” Fernando called over his shoulder as he marched off toward the far side of the large house. 

Lando shot Amelia a look, equal parts amused and alarmed. “Is he serious?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” she said, already walking after him. “But don’t worry. He only makes people run laps around his karting track when he really doesn’t like them.”

“That’s… not actually reassuring!” Lando exclaimed. 

She glanced over her shoulder at him and shrugged. “You’ll be fine. He offered you espresso.”

—

The jet hummed. Amelia was curled sideways in one of the oversized brown leather seats, legs tucked under her, iPad balanced on her knees. Charles sat across from her, nodding along with increasing confusion as Amelia spoke at a pace that could only be described as alarming. She was scrolling through graphs like a woman possessed, pointing at coloured lines and spiking data curves with growing excitement.

“—and then, if you look at the delta between laps fourteen and twenty-two, there’s a consistent 0.04 offset in throttle trace on exit, which shouldn’t happen unless you’re compensating for aero loss, probably from floor damage, but the thing is, the slip ratio here doesn’t match the expected degradation arc, so I think your downforce coefficient might’ve been slightly off due to a micro-blister pattern. See? Look… here.”

She spun the laptop toward him, tapping the screen.

Charles blinked. He followed her finger. He saw… a line. Maybe two. Some colours. Lots of numbers.

He was usually pretty good at reading his own data, enough to hold a solid conversation with his race engineer during debriefing. But clearly, Amelia operated on an entirely different level. Her brain didn’t just read the telemetry; it devoured it, translated it, turned it into a second language he was definitely not fluent in.

“…Oui,” he said eventually, smile tight and unsure. “Yes. That’s… very interesting.”

She beamed, clearly thrilled that he understood.

He did not.

Not even a little bit.

Across the aisle, Max leaned his head back with an amused exhale. “Amelia, let Charles sleep before his brain combusts.”

She turned, brows furrowed in confusion. “He asked about his Sector 2 drop-off in FP3. I can’t tell him how to fix it, but I can explain what he did wrong.”

“A lot, apparently,” Charles muttered, rubbing his temples.

Max smirked at him, and then turned back to her. “Come talk to me instead. I know you’ve got a list of critiques to walk me through.”

Amelia perked up, snapping her laptop closed. “Oh, yes. I’ve been meaning to ask you about that late-braking overtake attempt into Turn 8 at Silverstone. You lost at least 0.2 from the correction alone. Also, your throttle mapping in low-speed corners is still slightly erratic, less so than last year, but it could be cleaner.”

Max nodded at her indulgently. “Very helpful. And from Spain?”

Amelia hopped up from her seat and moved to the one next to Max, angling her iPad toward him. 

Charles turned slowly to Lando, who was sprawled out, watching the whole exchange with a cheesy grin. His eyes were warm and utterly enamoured. 

“…Is she like that all of the time?” Charles asked. 

Lando nodded. “Yeah. Isn’t she great? Like a walking Google search engine.”

Charles just took a deep breath. “She frightens me a little.”

Lando nodded. “Me too.”

Amelia, oblivious to their conversation, was already pulling up a new graph on her screen and gesturing wildly at something. Max was squinting at the scene and nodding. 

The jet hummed steadily beneath them. Outside, clouds drifted lazily past. Inside, amid banter and baffled glances, was something warm. Familiar.

Lando leaned his head back, smiling softly, gaze remaining on her. 

He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of watching her. 

—

The paddock was still settling. Trucks being unloaded, media crews trailing cables, mechanics in Red Bull polos jogging back and forth with crates of components. Amelia was in the hospitality suite, sitting between Max and Jos at a back table, just going over some Spa telemetry from last year, when her phone rang.

Unknown number.

She hesitated. She hated answering the phone. She exchanged a look with Max, who gave her an encouraging nod, and then answered.

“Hello?” She cringed at the pitch of her voice. 

A clipped voice responded. “Miss Brown. This is Laura Marchand with the FIA’s Competitive Integrity Division. I need to inform you that we’ve received a formal inquiry regarding your involvement with cross-team data access. We’re conducting a preliminary review. You’ve been named directly.”

Amelia’s brain blanked. “What? What are you talking about—”

“This isn’t a disciplinary action, but I’m obligated to inform you that the inquiry has been escalated internally.”

Click.

Silence.

Amelia slowly lowered the phone.

Jos didn’t speak, but Max immediately caught her expression. “Who was that?”

“Somebody named Laura… she— she works for the FIA.” Her voice came out small. “Someone filed a report about me. A— sporting integrity, data.” She was fumbling with her words. Her hands were shaking. “They said it’s been escalated.”

Max’s jaw locked. Jos leaned forward, eyes narrowed into sharp slits.

“Who would do that?” Max asked sharply. “That’s—bullshit.”

Jos didn’t ask who. He already knew.

He gave Amelia a steady, quiet look. “Did Christian try to talk to you about this kind of thing? Insinuate this being a concern of his?”

She nodded once, tight.

Max swore under his breath, hands flexing on the table.

Jos sat back for a moment, thinking. Then, without raising his voice, he said, “You need to go.”

Amelia blinked. “Go?”

“To get your father,” Jos said. “And Norris.”

Her eyes widened and panic thickened her throat. “Why? What does my dad have to do with—?”

“Amelia.” Jos’s tone was gentle, but absolute. “Listen to me, yes? Go and get them. Bring them back here.”

She hesitated. Her stomach was clenched.

“Why?” she asked again, quieter, more nervous. 

Jos didn’t smile, but his voice softened. “Because we’re going to work this out. Together.”

Max stood. “I’ll stay here with my dad. Go, Amelia.”

Amelia didn’t move for a second. Then she stood, slowly, shakily, and walked out the back of the hospitality unit, her feet carrying her in an all too familiar direction.

The calm before the storm had passed.

Now the clouds were rolling in.

NEXT CHAPTER

[glamourscat]

MASSIVE SLAY for calling out the tim drake mischaracterization. If you ever write for him I'll be the first one to read istg

⋆˚౨ৎ Tim Drake HCS ౨ৎ ⋆.˚

<33, thank you :') Tim is not only my fav Robin, but perhaps my fav batfamily member. I can yap about him for hours lmao. and since i am a yapper at heart here some headcanons for Tim, along side A SMUTTY ONESHOT

habit of FaceTiming you after patrol and using it as a gossip (shit talking) session “And you won’t believe what that motherfuck—“

CEO of “this is us”. Spams you with TikTok’s and cringy memes that remind him of you two together or just you in general.

He is chronically online, but not in the cringy gen alpha way, but in the way that he somehow knows every obscure gossips / cancellations happening. Even in niche that he is not into (like chef tini's thanksgiving mac and cheese controversy)

He is so smart, with the highest IQ in the batfamily after Bruce and yet he somehow decides that it's a good idea to try and take the piece of stuck toast with a fork... in a plugged, working, toaster. He is the type of person who's smart academically, gifted even, but never tries-- in fact he finds school boring (and i think this is canon)

Has a private account on social media, the ones that look like fake/bots right? Private with like 10 followers, and he posts mainly his s/o, pictures with his friends and his photography pictures.

He knows how to skate in canon. Stay assured he will teach you how to skate too. Late night skate practices when he doesn't have patrol, or during the summer going to the arcades together -- or driving to the nearest 7/11 to buy a slurpee.

OVER HIS DEAD BODY will he admit this, but he is a cuddler enjoyer. He is pretty short, so if youre slightly taller than him or larger, he is heaven. He likes to bottle up his feelings until he explodes, but, in those quiet nights when he can rests his head on your chest and relax by the sound of your heartbeat... he knows it will all be alright.

Doesn't know how to enjoy things normally. It's even all in with him or none at all. (like i mentioned here) emotionally he is stunned. He either goes down the rabbit hole and become utterly unhinged or is nonchalant, and you know in that moment you have lost him. This can apply for both relationships, friendships and even things like watching a new show or read a new book.

Is so pretty. Long black eyelashes, soft blue eyes that are so bright, his hair are of a shade of black that reminds you of the midnight sky. His muscles are just right. He is pale and yet has a warmness to him you can't really explain.

When he is not patrolling he actually has a pretty stable routine. Tim can be a control freak, and surely he, as the work alcholic vigilante he is, won't make his immune system— which is already weak withouth a spleen— grow any weaker. He takes great care of himself. With going to sleep early, taking breaks, drinks tea, morning walks at 6am...

Has a loud mouth. Most will assume Jason would be the one to swear the most right? And I mean, he is, just not the number one. The number one is this meany right here. Who, in every three words, inserts a swearing word you didn’t even know existed.

Secretly a romantic but not in the "normal way." His love would show up in the little things -> like taking notice of what you like, your fav characters, songs, foods, colour, animal etc.. and keeping it mind when needed. He is there for you when you need him, and he might not be good with words, but for sure he is good at taking care of you with touch.

MIXED TAPES!! You lost the count of how many burned CDs he gifted you, with an accurate playlist of songs chosen mirroring what he wants to portray. Anniversary? Bday? Holidays? He will gift you one along side another present for sure.

“What is this?” Your voice holding a hint of curiosity, surprise even as you look at him with soft eyes

“Pre anniversary gift. I wanted to gift you something— meaningful I suppose” he says shrugging, trying to act nonchalant but failing miserably as his big blue eyes were waiting to hear your contentment.

“Aww, you’re so cute …” you tease, on purpose making your tone slightly higher pitch. It might seem sarcastic, but truly it's not. Because you’re extremely grateful, every mixed tape is a little treasure you cherish with all of your heart. You just enjoy messing with him, because his face goes always so red.

“Alright, shut up now” he says, while rolling his eyes. Trying to act annoyed, but you can see right through him. He is miserably failing with this little act, because his love sick smile is big enough to bright the whole room.

百個心都裝唔晒我對你嘅愛= A hundred hearts would be too few to carry all my love for you | in cantonese

Playlist: Slide away - oasis Useless ID - Kiss Me, Kill Me Kiss Me Deadly by Generation X When it’s time - green day somebody - depeche mode Just like heaven - the cure First date - blink-182 Lucky man - the verve Good good things - descendents Teenage Bottlerocket - Spend the Night Teenage Bottlerocket - Don't Go

The drawing is made by me btw!!

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[girlkisser13]

dating percy jackson would include

• perseus jackson is the ULTIMATE boyfriend.

• you guys were friends first. all of the best relationships are built on the foundation of friendship. (friends to lovers supremacy)

• nothing really changes between the two of you. you’re still each other’s best friend. the only difference is that now you can kiss each other whenever you want to.

• the two of you are attached at the hip. like suddenly everything is a two person job?

• percy is obviously very protective of you. he knows that you can handle yourself but with everything he’s been through, he’d never be able to live with himself if you got hurt or worse.

• he 100% calls you pookie. in fact, the two of you have a plethora of ridiculous pet names that you call each other.

• babe, sweetie, sugarplum, snookums, honeybun, etc.

• percy remembers all of the little things!! it could be the tiniest detail ever, like exactly how much creamer you like to put in your coffee. he has a notes page in his phone dedicated to your food orders and all of your favorite things.

• since percy is the only person in his cabin, cabin sleep overs are a regular. you guys try to have them every couple of weeks and it's genuinely a mystery as to how you guys haven't been caught yet.

• the two of you are CONSTANTLY yapping with one each other about anything and everything. like one minute you two could be rambling about the camp drama, and then somehow you'd get into the meaning of life.

• it's kind of jarring to those around you because one second you and percy are laughing your asses off at the stupidest things then all of a sudden you guys are straight-faced, engaged in some super deep topic.

• BEACH DATES WITH PERCY>>>

• he loves going to the beach with you. he helps you with the hard to reach areas when you apply your sunscreen, lays down with you for a solid minute, and then run off to the waves.

• the majority of your dates with percy are pretty laidback. not to say that he isn't capable of planning something more romantic, because he can, it's just he prefers dates that feel more like hangouts.

• this man is always taking candid photos of you. all of the photos are all taken from really unflattering angles but he always thinks you look beautiful.

• he has an entire photo album dedicated to these photos of you. so be prepared for your birthday and your anniversary.

• this man is not afraid of a little pda. he loves holding your hand and playing with your fingers. the two of you are that couple who’s constantly making out with each other. he likes always knowing that you’re there and by his side.

• you and percy can communicate solely through eye contact.

• sometimes it does get annoying though. because now you're in the middle of a serious camp meeting, tearing up while attempting to hold in the loud cackle you're both about to let out. all because you looked at each other at the wrong moment.

• the two of you know each other so well that you know both know what move each other will make before you even make them.

• plus you’ve fought with each other for long that it’s basically second nature at this point. this man is your twin fr.

• you and sally are SUPER close. like sometimes percy gets annoyed because he feels like sally loves you more than him.

• the two of you have weekly gossip sessions at his house where percy pretends not to eavesdrop from outside of the door.

• overall, percy is an amazing boyfriend. 10/10 would date again. <33

[kittysdumpblog]

Hcs on how Tom would speak in interviews about his gf!

enamored

TW:non really, all fluff, it’s actually proofread!

wc: 663 words

{~——————————~[•]~——————————~}

Now that you and Tom are public, every interview contains at least 3 questions about you and Tom’s relationship. And Tom doesn’t really care, he loooves yapping about his absolute goddess of a girlfriend he scored(though if the questions creepy then him and the others will stare at the interviewer until they nervously laugh and move on to something else. Tom now hates that interviewer)

But after the first couple of times, people have learned not to ask about your relationship. Why? Because Tom will spend at least 15 minutes yapping about and then go onto the next story about until someone interrupts him, to tell him to stop.

What’s even worse, is that somehow, this man when asked a question can somehow link it back to you, and go onto a whole ass yapping session💀

“So,” The interviewer started as she looked down briefly at her cards, “just last week, you were spotted going to a amusement park and later on a new episode got released on Tokio Hotel tv. Now, there seems to be a scene where Tom, manages to ‘bumb’ into Georg while going against him in a shooting game.” A devious smile came upon Tom’s face as he heard the interviewer talk. His head turned to Georg as Georg started talking about how unfair it was and how Tom played the ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ card after. “Well, what really happened was that I just tripped.” Tom spoke, fully knowing he was lying. “And, I mean, it’s not my fault that I’m just the better shot at default. I mean, there was that one time where me and mein Leben were at the amusement park one day, and she saw this big teddy that she really wanted. And it just so happened to be a shooting game. And of course I agreed. So, I went up, started playing, and the game was definitely rigged, but eventually I got the teddy after setting anew high score. Oh, and then we went on this one ride that shot us into the air and flipped us around. mein Leben was shaking after but wanted to go again, so we did, and then- “mouse.” Bill spoke, interrupting Tom’s rant about your time at the amusement park. “Huh?” Tom looked at Bill, confused about why he stopped him. “You’ve been taking about you and her for 10 minutes.” Why wouldn’t he? “So?” “The interviewer asked about when you pushed Georg out of the way to win at the shooting game.” Bill looked at Tom with a face that was unimpressed. “Oh!” Tom sat up straighter as he realized that he’d been going on a rant about you. Again.

It’s clear that the rest of the band is used to this and have no hesitation to shut Tom up. No better how lethal the side eye Tom gives them. They give no fucks.

It’s gotten to the point where whenever Tom’s coming back from meeting up with or visiting you, they either have to literally lock themselves away, or tape Tom’s mouth shut because he’ll be yapping about your time together to an extent that’s actually insane and will keep on repeating how much he loves you and how beautiful you are. And there’s nothing wrong with it. It’s just they can only handle so much without combusting.

But when Tom’s asked about you while being on tour, and have been for quite a while, he’ll turn into this old sappy, pining man who acts like he’s been separated from his wife for 30+ years. When in reality it’s only been about 2-3ish months and you Skype every day.

It’s actually wild. Like, this man is so in love, that when asked a question that is related to you or not, somehow, one way or another, he’ll find a way to connect it to you sometimes and then either turn into a yapping simp, or a yapping, pining old man who’s sappy.

[ablobwhowrites]

Thinking about yandere dc again and new y/n idea cause can't help myself

Thinking about a y/n who is like squirrel girl and this is more of a platonic yandere story (I have read the squirrel girl comics a long time ago and seeing her in marvel rivals and stuff, also in the Jeff the landshark comics so yeah) and has the powers for squirrel girl and wants to be a hero but being stuck in the bat family is hard cause, y/n is kinda the middle youngest just month later than Tim drake and y/n hates it cause Bruce says it's to dangerous as well as the other bat family and y/n is shocked cause Damian is a whole ass child and y/n is older than him!

Once y/n snuck out of the manor and into the city and ended up seeing Gordon having trouble with a crime case and y/n with a squirrel who was around the place of the crime. Ended up up finding the criminal who robbed the place and turned them into Gordon and after y/n was scolded by Bruce and Alfred for sneaking out and y/n did feel bad but they saved a store from losing all their money and luckily Grayson stepped in and y/n was able to go on patrols and stuff but only when there were small crimes and y/n got bored and had their squirrel friend with them and they did find a cool slingshot but still bored because there wasn't anything exciting happening and of course they got to help people and stop criminals but it was still boring but y/n ended up wandering off.

(Grayson wasn't paying attention and was doing some cool monologue in his head so he was heavily distracted) y/n ended up finding jokers henchmen stealing stuff. They end up defeating the henchmen and of course when Grayson finds y/n, he's worried as hell but then sees 10 of jokers henchmen on the ground with acorns on them and several with bite marks from a squirrel. Also y/n has a special attack, pocket squirrel in a time of need, y/n will literally throw a squirrel at you or just fastly pelt you with acorns if needed.

I also love the thought of because of this y/n having the powers of squirrel girl, they also have the big squirrel tail because I like to think when y/n is startled they just puff up their tail or something, plus squirrels can communicate with their tails so I imagine when their mad at the Grayson or Jason or basically anyone, they just stopped talking to them but they use their tail to bascially cuss them out or something.

I have more ideas because I got back into DC and have been watching Batman the original animated series and some other DC series so I got back into my DC brainrot.

(but that's it for my yapping session. If you like this idea please don't feel shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n ideas. But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[onlyangel4]

onlyangel4 1k event - P8. PG10. SMAU.

trope: hyper boyfriend x sleepy girlfriend

pairing: pierre gasly x long term girlfriend

faceclaim: various pinterest girls

1k event

y/ninsta posted a story

written: how tf is pierre about to get in a race car when this is my current state

pierregasly posted a story tagging y/ninsta

written: back with my girl in our natural habitat ready for the summer break

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y/ninsta: summer break meant i got to have my favourite napping partner back

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pierregasly: is that all i'm good for

y/ninsta: you make a great breakfast too

user1: it always makes me laugh that all the other drivers go on holidays in this break when pierre just naps with y/n

user2: the best sleepy couple around

user3: honestly i bet pierre just loves getting to sleep in his time off

y/ninsta posted a story tagging pierregasly

written: last cuddle before he abandons me to go back to work

y/ninsta posted a story

written: guys i'm up dressed and ready to catch a flight before 10 am who am i

pierregasly replied to this story: i can't wait to see you, let me know when you land

y/ninsta: will do my love

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f1wags: pierre gasly has arrived ahead of the qualifying session in brazil, accompanied by his long term girlfriend y/n y/ln.

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user4: y/n finally got out of bed

user5: i know that girl is tired

user6: poor y/n is gonna need a nap

user7: sky just showed pierre yapping to y/n and that poor girl is barely awake

alpinef1 posted a story tagging y/ninsta

written: apparently watching your boyfriend race in circles for an hour is very tiring work

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pg10updates: pierre was just asked about how he feels having y/n in the paddock with him for the first time this year

"it is great to have her here, knowing that she is actually forcing herself to be awake to watch me race is the best, even if i do have to give up my driver's room for her to have a nap"

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user8: my hyper golden retriever and his sleepy black cat girlfriend

user9: i'm so obsessed with their dynamic

user10: the way his eyes lit up as soon as he was asked about her was the cutest thing

y/ninsta posted a story

written: guys i'm actually awake for the gp, be proud

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pierregasly: i'm so grateful that you were there to see it

y/ninsta: i'm not, you saw me ugly cry

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y/ninsta: thank you for telling me what was going on when i couldn't watch the screens

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user12: mum and dad

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written: a well deserved plane nap

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[cynth-madz]

EPIC THE MUSICAL X NEZHA 2

THIS IS REVENGE FOR ALL THE ANGSTY NEZHA AND LADY YIN ART I SAW ON MOTHER'S DAY + THE SUBSEQUENT ANGSTY ANIMATICS AND EDITS (You know who you are)

I was listening to The Underworld the other day and was like huh "the quiet part when Odysseus says bye mom followed by the heart beating sound really reminds me of the quiet part in Nezha 2 where Lady Yin turns into a pill and then it's followed by Nezha's heart beating sounds as he crashes out" AND VOILA THAT'S HOW I CAME UP WITH THIS.

I had so much fun making this kekekekeke even tho my computer and capcut decided to crash and bug out 10 million times.

Yap fest under cut I guess LMAO

Whether the colours and the fonts have symbolism is debatable, but anyways I love to yap so anyone who doesn't mind reading can read my long ass yap session that probably sounds like I pulled it out of my ass

RED

Red in colour theory can mean a lot of things: love, anger, blood, death etc. etc.

And in this case red is also Nezha's signature colour

And specifically in Chinese Culture writing people's names in red is also another way of cursing them to die LMAO

So the red for "can't" and "mom" at the start can be interpreted as it being Nezha's thoughts, as well as how he thought his mom is dead, AND it can also show how even though she isn't dead now, she is GOING to die.

The red for "son" and "love" is to show Lady Yin's love, for her son Nezha.

The red for "nightmare" and "died" well that's straightforward too it just symbolises death lmao

GOLD

Well it only happens twice for "Seems" and the golden glow at the ending title.

My mom pointed out how for once the antagonists and the bad guys are painted in gold instead of black and I was like huh that's a cool way to flip round the colours.

"Underworld" glowing gold shows how the hellish environment they're in rn is coz of the Chan Sect.

FONTS

Lady Yin has the more serious and formal font whereas Nezha has the childlike cute font

and then after his mom dies, he takes on her font :))))

It shows how he was forced to grow up physically and mentally

Plus I've seen a lot of ppl in the fandom say Nezha would take after his mom

[drinkabletoxicdishsoap]

the fandom’s characterization of peri becoming a father to dev will always be interesting to me because where it did it even come from ???

I mean in operation birthday takeback, bro CLEARLY did not care. He honestly seemed so disinterested and didn’t even care when they went into his dad’s private office by accident. He didn’t seem care or smile for his godkid when he was happy. Even got a little mean when Hazel made a nice wish for him with the rocket boots (“Well that should keep him entertained for about 10 minutes” or smth like that)

Lost in Fairy World he didn’t really seem to care either??? he really only just wanted his wand and to ‘look good’ in front of his godkid and do things his way without his parents interfering. Sort of like how a babysitter wants to look good in front of the family of the kid they’re looking after if that makes sense.

The only time we ever seen him actually care about dev was in the finale when he said that. But even after fairy world got turned to normal he didn’t really seem sad about dev??? he was just smiling after, seemed genuine too and not a fake one. Maybe it’s just me, but if I was a fairy and lost my first godkid, who took over my home, I would be doing anything BUT smiling, even if we won in the end. Peri doesn’t seem like one to hide his emotions easily either (maybe I’m reading into his character wrong)

You could bring up best of luck, which I would say is a fair point, but I’m going to bring back the babysitter/job synonym. Wouldn’t you get jealous of the person that stole your position or place in a work environment after you got fired?? Especially if your rival/enemy took that position?? I PERSONALLY don’t think the jealousy comes from a place of care, but maybe that’s just me.

It could honestly just be the fandom’s way of coping since Dev doesn’t seem to have any good people in his life after the finale, but why Peri? I mean if you really want to make one of the fairies a father figure to dev, I’d say the anti fairies more over are his family but that’s IF we have to choose.

Don’t get me wrong, I do think all of the peri and dev being a father son duo is super cute and heartwarming!! I love seeing all of the art and fics of that because it really is sweet :3 but to me, it just doesn’t really make sense and seems more out of character for Peri if anything.

He seems to care more about following Da Rules in my opinion. And while I do think it’s important to follow rules, especially when it comes to a job, you shouldn’t rely on them. At a job, you shouldn’t be constantly looking over rules to make sure you’re following them, you might end up tripping over yourself. That’s what Peri ended up doing.

If I assign the duo as anything, it would be the tired babysitter who just wants to get paid and the kid he’s looking after. A dude working a 9-5 at his job he couldn’t really care less about (dev).

I mean (only from his words) he wanted to go into the family business. Not because he genuinely cares for kids, but because it’s what his family has done. He’s treating godparenting as work, not stepping into a kids family and genuinely looking after them.

I do wonder if he would act the same way if he had an easier godkid.

BUT!!!! that’s just my thoughts. I’m sorry if I got anything wrong and feel me to correct me if I did !! Also if you disagree with anything that I’m saying, tell me why in either the replies or reblogs !! I would love to hear other people’s perspectives or opinions.

That’s it 😨 thank you so much for coming to another yap session and I hope you have a great day/night wherever you are in the world <3

[jaitunapie]

Stop staring, Kang Haerin!

Debate Club!Haerin x Reader

HIGHSCHOOL!AU

SYPNOSIS:Haerin, the vice president of the debate club, always seemed to give you cold, dismissive looks—or at least, that's what you thought. Convinced she couldn’t stand you, you never expected to have anything to do with her. You assumed she just hated you. But when the club loses a key member before an important competition, you—known for your academic excellence—are the obvious choice to step in. Despite your reluctance, and some coaxing from a friend, you agree to join. As Haerin starts working closely with you, what begins as a tense partnership reveals unexpected similarities and shared interests, changing everything you thought you knew about her.

PROFILES

Soon!

CHAPTERS

1•Love Hate? at first sight.

2•Study Session Tension

3•Social Media stalker

4•A selfie?

5•Unexpected

6•Are you jealous, Kang?

7•A Big Competition

8•confession after competition?

9•I'll stay.

10•Late-night yapping

11•Common Ground

A/n:😈😈

(Should I make a taglist?)

[crowliphale]

I'm only in episode 3 of icebound but I think I really do SERIOUSLY recommend watching it under the assumption that Taishen has a crush on Jornir. It's improving their short interactions a lot for me 💭

Yap fest ahead, as well as general icebound spoilers (started jorshen focused but kinda just turned into general icebound thoughts)

first obviously taishen steered into the iceberg thinking he was following Jornir's directions, but there's also a couple times where he like. Tries Sounding Cool right after Jornir's said something ominous and mysterious and it's really funny?? Also when he woke up Jornir for his watch he was so gentle about it... Very cute. I really don't think Jornir reciprocates at this point in their journey but I'm keeping my eyes peeled 🙏

I think generally Mace is still trying to figure Taishen out at this point too, cuz I feel like everyone else has a lot of character specific moments or they know exactly what they're doing, but Taishen is just kinda quiet? Can't wait to see him get more moments to shine!

Also I was reading the firbolg wiki out of curiosity, and I learned that male firbolgs (in 5e anyway) are well over 10 feet tall, have huge beards and weigh significantly more than females! I'm obviously assuming that's been retconned in Avantris-specific lore, but it's what fueled my FTM Jornir headcanon hehe.

ALSO ALSO, Jornir has these weirdly pronounced smile lines? I guess they could come from snarling or grimacing too, but idk, I think it'd be kinda funny/cute if he used to be a pretty jovial guy in the past. The smilerrrr

Guh and Barnabos is just. He's so cool! Such a unique DND character even down to his mechanics, I love how genuine Mikey is in his sailor's paranoia and all. If he's improv-ing all the superstitions then it's really convincing! I've got a ton of ideas about Barnabos and his watery wife too 💭💭💭 very very good character

Queenie is very funny, I like Nikkie's latent ability to turn every conversation into a sex joke or a "who's on first" bit. I'll say that some of her southern colloquialisms could use some work, but at the same time it kinda feels VERY Queenie to just make up some extremely weak bullshit on the spot LMAOO. She's also been the most competent one mechanically speaking! I love that she's always keeping her material components in mind and finds ways to work them into roleplay.

Skrimm is so far the most animated. Andy always immediately knows what Skrimm's doing, he just LEAPS into the character really nicely and it's fun to watch. I ALSO ADOOOORE HOW HE PLAYS SKRIMM'S PARANOIA!! Some other characters in the past that they've described as "paranoid" are usually just mildly anxious, or are even sometimes just. Not Paranoid. But Skrimm feels so real and justified! He's suspicious of so much stupid shit and only really calms down when his friends are the ones telling him to do things! Guh he may not be my favorite in general but he's my favorite so far in his acting alone 💞

Not to mention Derek's DM'ing! It's so inspiring and nice to see him so excited about this, and learning about how much time and effort he put in is just baffling every time. 123 page planning document?! 12 pages of story planned for one session?? A WHOLE SHIP'S FLOORPLAN?! gosh he's just really really good at this right off the bat, it makes me excited seeing him be so excited. The pacing is also really good! I never find myself getting bored despite the episodes huge lengths... Guh... icebound

[gunnenmoonlight]

Yeah, And another one before I go to sleep of Hermes in today D&D session.

This is when he’s saw some random ass NPC, pair of 10-years old twin and was like “I want to adopt them”, “I’m good with kids trust me.” To the party and proceeds to show the whole party his picture wallet where he kept most of his Children and grandchildren baby pictures in it. Yeah and he kept on yapping how cute his descendants are.

It’s cute but also stupid I love it so much.

Almost forgot Here a Zoom-in version of the babies

[msmk11]

Everything to Everyone

James Potter x fem!reader

WC: tbh I don’t know, I just raw-dogged this in the app

CW: ANGST, HURT-COMFORT, panic attack, r is very sad and doesn’t take care of herself

Summary: you can’t keep doing this

A/n: Don’t know what this is; might be garbage; but this is just a reflection of my brain and my desperate need for someone like to james to comfort me rn; I need to be someone’s everything 😭

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It’s all too much, trying to be everything for everyone all of the time. It consumes you- the need to help others, to serve them in any way possible. To be their shoulder to cry on. The arms to hold them. The voice cheering them on. The hands to build them castles in the sky.

Perhaps it’s founded in your insatiable hunger to be well-liked, loved even.

Maybe it’s rooted in your fear that everyone will leave you, and that maybe maybe, if you try hard enough, they won’t.

Regardless of its cause, your involuntary obligation to others has pushed you to the edge, leaving you broken and exhausted. You want to cry out for help, for someone to notice, but they don’t. It’s not their fault. You know it isn’t. They can’t read your mind for goodness sake. But still, you wish they’d notice. To stop and think about you for a moment.

Today is no different, your list of promises to others longer than the one to yourself. Although it’s a Saturday, your day is jam packed with plans. First, you’ve promised Peter that you’ll make a quick trip with him to Hogsmeade this morning to pick up fire whiskey for the party tonight. After that you’re due for tea with Mary at Madame Pudifoots before you have to rush back to Hogwarts to meet Remus and Lily for a study session in the library. And fuck- at some point you’ll have to stitch up a hole in Marlene’s jersey and braid Sirius’ hair for the game. And the game. You’ve promised James, your lovely boyfriend and captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team, that you’ll be there. He needs his “lucky charm.”

You’re down in the common room at 10 on the nose, sleep still heavy on your eyes despite the time. Peter ambles down the stairs a few minutes later, his big jacket wrapped tightly around him.

The cold air outside is bitter on your nose and burns your cheeks. You bundle your face further into the collar of your coat and wish you would’ve worn a scarf. As you walk, Peter yaps on to you about the girl from his Divination class that he has a crush on. You’re enthusiastic that he has a crush, and that he feels comfortable enough to share it with you, but your heart hangs heavy in your chest regardless. You can’t quite muster up the genuine smile you usually give to everyone, and instead settle for a dim but encouraging one.

After you triple check that Peter can carry all of the fire whiskey back to the castle, you trudge across the way to Madame Pudifoots. Mary is already nestled into a corner when you arrive and she waves brightly at you. While the warmth of the shop and your friend is welcome, the thick perfume in the air and the sweet array of biscuits and cookies makes your head ache and stomach churn. Much like Peter, the brunette does most of the talking, catching you up on gossip around the castle. You give a lot of dramatic gasps, wide eyes, and giggles, but they’re as fake as the flowers on the table before you.

By the time you arrive to the library with what feels like a whole ton of books slung over your shoulder, you think you could drop dead from exhaustion. You find Lily and Remus in a heated discussion about some charms theory and wonder if they’d even notice if you slipped out. Of course, Lily catches your eye in the next second and waves you over. She quickly brings you into the debate, and you give the redhead your two cents. Your opinion, it seems, sets off a whole other conversation. Luckily, this time, you can just tune them out, instead focusing on the words of the book before you. Although now that you’re looking at it, all of the words seem to be swimming together in a blurry mess. And, is that a wet spot on the page? Are you crying? You reach up and, sure enough, another hot tear trails down your face. Panicked, you bend down under the guise of tying your shoe and wipe them away quickly. Remus and Lily can’t see you crack. They can’t.

You know that it’s all really getting to you when Sirius lets out more than one yelp as you do his hair. He complains that you’re going to pull it all out, and perhaps he isn’t wrong. You loosen your grip slightly but wince when you brush over one of the fresh cuts on your hands from sewing up Marlene’s jersey. The bandaid covers the cut, but doesn’t dull the slight throbbing pain in your palm. The pain and Sirius’ whining makes you want to yell at him and tell him to do it himself. But you don’t, and instead stay quiet. When his hair is finished, you peck his forehead in apology and boost his vanity.

“Oi, Black! Trying to steal my girl, are you?”

You nearly start bawling on the spot at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice. Relief and calm wash over you as you feel his strong arms wrap around you. Instinctively, you lean back into his chest and sigh, closing your eyes.

You’re certain that Sirius and James are bantering back and forth some more but you tune them out in favor of enjoying the vibrations of your boyfriend’s voice through his chest. It’s pleasant enough that you think you could fall asleep.

You’re only startled out of your stupor when James’ soft lips press gentle kisses to each of your eyelids. Your eyes flutter open and you smile at him softly.

“Hi angel,” he greets, pecking your lips.

You return the kiss eagerly and James chuckles.

“Ready for the game tonight?”

You’d forgotten about the game momentarily, but now it comes rushing back. The thought of having to do anything else besides just lay in your boyfriend’s arms makes you want to cry. You swallow the lump in your throat, “of course, Jamie. And I’ll have your jersey on like usual.”

He gives you another quick peck, “my lucky charm.”

And then he’s moving away from you, far too fast for your taste, and you nearly whine. He collects his water and broom and turns back to you with a grin.

“See you at the game, love.”

You only whisper out a goodbye before he’s gone.

The game has been going on for far too long and you’re beginning to lose all feeling in your extremities. Like usual, James is playing great. And you’re proud of him, you really are. But you don’t want to be here anymore. You just want to lay in your bed and close off the world, rotting away in a puddle of self-induced misery.

But this fact in itself makes you feel worse than you already do. The guilt of it all- of being fake, insecure, and unsupportive- is eating you alive. Your friends deserve better. James deserves better.

It’s too much, too much, too much. And you feel like you’re suffocating.

So you’re beyond relieved when Gryffindor catches the snitch and you can leave. Though you normally stay to congratulate James, you don’t have it in you to do it. You figure you’ll see him later, so you rush back to the castle, trying to escape the notice of your friends.

While your bed calls to you most, living in a dorm doesn’t promise any privacy. So you go to the only place you know will- the room of requirement.

It accommodates you enough. The room has shifted into a remarkable replica of your bedroom back home. You collapse onto the bed instantly and your head barely hits the pillow before the sobs you’ve choked back all day finally escape you.

It’s like a dam breaking loose, a flood of emotions overcoming you. Sadness smashes into you like waves, guilt grips your throat tightly, choking you, anger heats your face, and self-loathing broils in your stomach. You can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t.

Why, why, why, why, why?

You’re so tired of giving, giving, giving. Being everything to everyone and nothing to yourself. Your body is a storm of emotions but your heart is the eye of the hurricane- silent and hollow.

You curl in on yourself, grabbing onto your legs tightly, trying to grip any sense of reality you have left. But your body shakes and your hands slip. It does little to ground you and you’re lost in another dimension, another reality. You can’t breathe, nothing feels real, and the world feels like it’s ending.

Nothing, nothing, nothing, everything, everything, everything.

“Angel, you gotta breathe for me.”

A voice breaks through your fog but you can’t focus in on what it’s saying.

“Baby, my love, look at me. You gotta take a breath.”

Through your shaking and tears you barely make out James’ figure. And when your eyes clear a little you see his eyes. It’s the first real thing you sense again, and you grasp onto it desperately. His hazel eyes stare at you, so calmly, and you get lost in them.

“Angel can you take a deep breath?”

You try to breathe but fail, only spluttering out short, shallow breaths.

“Not quite, my love. Here, match my breathing.”

James grabs your hand and puts it on his chest. You feel him breathe in deeply and hear him blow air past his lips.

“Like this.”

Still shaking aggressively, you try to inhale. Your breath is harsh and unstable, but at least longer and deeper. You purse your lips and blow, just like James does.

“That’s my girl. You’re doing it.”

You continue to breathe in and out. Each time, your breath slowly gets better. Stronger.

“Good, good. Can you tell me what happened?”

You try to think about all that’s happened and your breathing picks back up again. Tears prick at your eyes and you shake your head.

“No, no, no. It’s okay, you’re okay. I’m sorry, we won’t talk about it.”

Your body trembles and you nod appreciatively.

“Do you want a hug?”

“Y-yeah.”

You’re too weak to move towards him, so James reaches out and draws you into his lap. You bury your face in his chest and grip onto his jersey sleeves tightly. His hands rub soothing circles on your back, soft, slow, and repetitive. He intermittently places kisses to your hair, mumbling words of praise and encouragement in between.

The world starts to come back to you.

The soft sounds of James’ breathing and the whoosh of your shirt material under his hand.

His smell, a mixture of cologne and sweat.

His hot breath on your ear as he whispers to you.

His red jersey smushed against your face.

The remnants of your salty tears on your lips.

“I- I can’t keep doing this,” you mumble out. It’s barely audible, your voice hoarse from your meltdown.

“What’d you say, angel?”

“I can’t keep doing this, Jamie.”

He pulls you away from his chest and looks deeply into your eyes, his own so filled with concern.

“You can’t keep doing what?”

“Being everything to everyone all of the time. I- I can’t. It’s too much. I give and help and say yes when I can’t. But, but I can’t do it anymore.”

“Oh, my love,” James sighs, hugging you impossibly tighter, “you don’t have to, not anymore. You don’t have to be anything to anyone besides yourself. They’ll love you regardless. I promise.”

“But what if they don’t?” You whisper, your voice thick with tears.

“I’ll love you regardless. You’re my light, my love, my life just because you’re you.”

He pauses thoughtfully.

“You don’t need to be everything to everyone when you’re already everything to me. And hopefully soon, you can be everything to yourself.”