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@dumbseee
welcome to yasâ navigation!
some infos about me:
my name is yas, iâm french, 22 and my pronouns are she/her.
link to learn more about palestine.
my masterlists:
f1 masterlist.
+ carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris etc.
football masterlist.
+ jude bellingham, kylian mbappé etc.
haikyuu masterlist.
+ iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurou, akaashi keiji etc.
boku no hero academia.
+ bakugo katsuki, dabi, shoto todoroki etc.
iâll be watching you, two.
note: hereâs the part 2! i hope you guys like it! thanks for the support on part 1, really it makes me so happy that you guys liked it <33 donât hesitate to comment and reblog, btw you can send me requests if you want me to write anything on the weak hero class characters!
part one.
seongje didnât get it.
he didnât know how he got there, but he was currently sitting next to seongmok, watching an episode of the current romance drama he was watching.
"why are they staring at each other like that? itâs been ten minutes, just fucking kiss already." seongje sighed, lighting a cigarette, lifting it to his mouth. seongmok sighed loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose before glaring at seongje.
"for godâs sake shut up!" seongmokâs frustrated tone made seongje chuckle.
the next scene happened after the mc got beaten up by some thugs, and the female love interest ended up tending to his wounds, which created another romantic scene with those stupid love ost in the background. seongje frowned, suddenly interested, he sat up correctly and watched. which actually surprised seongmok.
the scene ended up with a soft kiss between the two characters, and a light went up in seongjeâs mind. he suddenly stood up, which made seongmok jump slightly.
"seongmok, i want you to beat me up."
the taller one looked up at seongje, a frown on his face as he paused the tv.
"what are you on? are you on drugs?" he asked, but seongje looked at him with a determined expression, hands in his pocket and his cigarette on the ground, seongmok sighed before standing up. well, he always wanted to knock some sense into seongje.
you were currently getting ready to go to bed, you had to go to the library, early in the morning, so you could study for your exams. school took the majority of your time, so you never had time to hang out or meet new people. your studies were everything to you. and your part-time job also didnât help in having a social life.
you were so immersed in your thoughts, that you didnât even hear the knock on your door. you turned around to look at the door and frowned, you didnât order anything and sure didnât expect anyone. you walked towards the door and cursed yourself for still forgetting to add a peephole. you opened it slightly and gasped as you saw a man, on the ground, and clearly beaten up.
"oh god!" your hand went to your mouth, as you immediately plopped down. your heart skipped a beat when your eyes met the manâs eyes, and you quickly recognised him. the guy from yesterday, who saved you from hanbin, your coworker. "itâs youâŠ" you mumbled, he chuckled but winced from the pain of having a busted lip. "wait, letâs go inside." you helped him get up, propping his arm on your shoulders, you walked slowly and gently made him sit on your couch.
seongje was ecstatic, his plan was going so well already. seongmok did a great job at beatting his ass and apparently had a blast doing it.
"iâll get the first aid kit." you told seongje, under the lights of your apartment, you could have a proper look at his injuries, he had a busted lip, that was still bleeding profusely, his cheek seemed to be bleeding as well and he was clutching his ribs, which worried you more.
seongje had to fight the urge to smile, he kept bitting his lip which didnât help his case. it just made the cut deeper, and caused more blood to ooze from the wound.
you quickly came back with the first aid kit, concern laced in your traits, which made seongjeâs heart speed up, you barely knew him and there you were, worried sick for him. oh, how he loved to see you like this.
his eyes never left your face, you truly were the most gorgeous human being he ever seen. your warm eyes, filled with concern for a man who didnât deserve it, the little crease on your forehead, translating how concentrated you were in helping seongje, which warmed his cold heart. your face was getting dangerously closer to his, and seongje hated how he couldnât control the speeding of his heartbeat.
"what happened to you?" you finally asked, the question had been burning your tongue since you opened the door.
seongje did help you with hanbin, and he seemed nice, but the way he got your address without asking you, was still bothering you.
you werenât a fool, seongje had to be involved in some shady business, to get beaten up like that, and also to be so skilled in fighting.
"donât worry, iâm sorry for bothering you." liar. he actually orchestrated the whole thing just to see you again.
"itâs okay." your voice was like a soft melody to his ears, he knew he could listen to your voice all day, maybe he should put some recording device in your apartment? that way, heâd be able to listen to you, and know every single thing about you.
"whatâs your name by the way?" you asked again, and you were curious about him? seongje was truly in heaven right now, getting taken care of by you, and you were asking things about him.
"geum seongje, how about you?" what an actor, seongje was surprised in his acting skills, maybe he should consider a career change.
"l/n y/n." he knew that already, of course he did.
he knew everything about you, from your favourite snack to your least favourite coffee shop. he knew about your first boyfriend, that actually broke your heart back in your first year of high school. seongje knew about that too, found the guy and smashed his legs.
no one should be able to walk freely after hurting you.
no one should be able to breath, at all, after hurting you.
the mere thought of you being hurt or sad, made seongje tense for a second, which you caught and made you stop in your movements.
"does it hurt?" seongje couldnât stop himself from smiling, you were so cute and sweet to him.
"nah, iâm used to it." he mumbled, eyes still fixated on your face, he didnât miss the look of uncertainty in your eyes.
"you should stop getting into fights, or whatever your doing." you added, which surprised seongje, out of everything you couldâve done or said, you chose to keep worrying for him.
something no one ever did.
this was only his second real interaction with you, but he was already getting addicted. the way you made him feel was a high he knew heâd chase forever. a normal person wouldâve never opened their door to a wounded stranger, but you did anyway. you were different.
"how is work? that bastard keeps bothering you?" you finished cleaning the wounds on his face, you put a medium-sized bandage on his cheek and started to tidy up. "he resigned, i think he got the memo after yesterday." you started to stand up so you could put the first aid kit, back in your bathroom, but seongje grabbed your wrist, which startled you.
"ah⊠my head hurts, iâm feeling dizzy." he closed his eyes and put his head on your lap. he got comfortable, arms crossed on his chest as he kept his eyes closed.
you froze, you didnât know how to react to that. that guy was weird, that was a given, but something deep inside of you didnât want to push him away. why? a random guy is laying on your lap, in your apartment, late at night and youâre not calling the police? thatâs crazy.
you always lived a simple, sometime boring life, you came from a middle-class family, who sent you to the city for your studies, when you were off school, you were off to work, and then at home to do your homework and sleep. you lived a rather boring life, yes.
so maybe you enjoyed that little change in your routine? and maybe you enjoyed seongjeâs chaotic presence? the guy has to be involved in some shady business with the way he showed up with new and old bruises. but weirdly enough, you didnât ask about it.
something must be wrong with you, but is that so bad?
"whatâs gotten you so lost in thoughts?" seongjeâs eyes were still closed, and his voice sounded like he was almost falling asleep.
"nothing." you lied, and seongje immediately caught it, he opened his eyes, the way he looked at you kinda made you feel uncomfortable, he looked at you like you were an open book to him. like he could read straight through you.
"donât lie to me, darling." you hated how your cheek started to burn from the nickname.
you must be ovulating, you never acted this way before. well, you hardly received any attention from the male audience, not that you complained, you loved your peaceful life. but sometimes, you wished someone would barge into your quiet bubble and add some spice.
well, there comes seongje.
"tell me more about you."
woah. for the first time in his life, geum seongje had nothing to say to that. seongje isnât someone you can shut up easily, he always has something to say, no matter what the question is, he always as an answer.
ask him about himself and itâs crickets.
"what school do you go to, what are your favourite subjects, do you have any dreams? stuff like that." you saw how taken aback he was by your question, and if you were an open book to him, seongje was definitely one to you as well.
without warning, seongje started laughing, almost hysterically. which surprised you, did you say something funny? he was laughing so hard, he started coughing and tearing up. seongje calmed down after a few seconds, he got comfortable again on your lap and looked up at you.
"youâre funny, iâm not that interesting." he answered, and you were a little disappointed by this. you needed to know more about this man, why was he being so mysterious for?
"i want to know more about you, too." even though he already knew a lot, he needed to listen to all the little stories you had about your life.
"iâm an only child, i was born and raised in jeju island, i miss my parents sometimes." at the memory of your parents, a small smile appeared on your lips. "they sent me here to have a better life, and iâm a high school student." he knew all of that already.
"thatâs just the surface of who you are, tell me something no one knows about you." not even him.
you had to think about this one for a few seconds, not because you didnât know what to answer, you werenât quite sure if you felt comfortable opening up to a literal stranger.
but thatâs the thing with seongje, he doesnât feel like a stranger, heâs so comfortable around you. like heâs known you forever, maybe the two of you knew each other in a past life?
"iâm lonely." you blurted out.
and that surprised seongje.
you? the most beautiful and shining soul heâs ever seen? how could you feel lonely when the room lit up everywhere you went? seongje did notice how you didnât seem to have any friends except from your coworkers at work and some classmates who seemed to like you. but seongje also noticed how the eyes of everyone in the room were always on you, it did piss him off, but you were always the center of attention, no matter how quiet you were.
"i canât explain it very well, but i do feel lonely. like my life has no purpose at all, like i donât belong anywhere, i-⊠i donât know." you didnât notice how you started playing with seongjeâs hair. he sure did noticed and almost went into cardiac arrest. "iâm also very scared of the future, iâm not that good of a student, no matter how hard i study, i canât get those insane grades like my other classmates." you continue, your eyes were focused ahead, but your mind was far away. "what if i end up disappointing my family? they sacrificed so much for me, what if they end up realising that iâm a failure?"
"hey." you jumped at seongjeâs harsh tone. you blushed as you yanked your hand out of his hair, but the coldness of his eyes, who were still focused on you, sent shivers down your spine.
seongje finally sat up, his face was only a few inches from yours and you nearly merged with your couch with how hard you were backing away. your cheeks were burning hot and you hated how naked you felt in front of seongjeâs piercing gaze.
"donât you dare say that about yourself." he said, and you weakly nodded.
seongjeâs eyes landed on your lips for a second, and it took him all his self restraint to not slam his lips against yours. not yet. but whatâs wrong with a little ki-
seongjeâs phone started buzzing in his pocket and he swore heâd kill whoever dared to burst his bubble. seongje closed his eyes before sighing, he took out his phone and answered.
"hm? are you kidding me? send dongha or whatever. fuck you baekjin, you owe me one."
you didnât know who those people were but seongje looked pissed, he hung up and stuffed his phone in his pocket. he looked at you and forced a smile.
"i gotta go, darling, but weâll see each other again, sleep well tonight." seongje sent you a flying kiss before taking off.
and just like that, seongje was gone.
you let out a breath you didnât know you were holding and finally relaxed on your couch. that was one eventful night if you ever had one. but weirdly enough, you liked whatever happened tonight. you got to see seongje again, talked with him, and he even scolded you for doubting yourself. that made you chuckle, he looked so upset at you for a second.
your phone buzzing against your thigh took you out of your reverie. you pulled it out and noticed a new text from an unknown number.
"lock your door and go to sleep, darling, see you very soon." the text read, and once again it got you wondering how did seongje got your number, when you never gave it to him yourself?
on the other side of the city, seongje played with a baseball bat, twirling it around while whistling. the bat was covered in blood, and three men were scattered around, covered in blood and barely conscious. seongje was feral, he was so pissed at how his night turned out, it started so well and ended like shit.
"youâre the reason why iâm not with my girl, tonight." he spat, kicking one of those guy in the face. "because of you, iâm away from her, fucking bitch!" he kicked, again, and again and didnât stop until he finally was out of breath.
one thing was for sure, you may not know how to figure your life or where you belong, but you sure belonged to geum seongje, always and forever.
loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ur seonje fic pt2 plplplplplppls not rushing u tjo
itâs coming hihi, iâm so happy that you guys liked it! i already have a few ideas ;))
iâll be watching you.
note: warnings for violence, psycho behaviour, wrote that at 1am so itâs kinda bad.
part two.
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geum seongje wasnât the romantic type.
he wasnât interested in getting a girlfriend, and to be honest, the attention he got from the female audience could be annoying to him.
all he wanted was make a ton of money, go to the arcade, beat up some dumbasses, go home and repeat.
seongje was always very nonchalant about anything else in life, he hated school, didnât want to work, didnât want to make friends or get a girlfriend. seongje was just a chill guy, leaning towards the insane side of the spectrum, but a chill guy still.
but when he met you, seongje discovered a new side of him.
a raw, intense and ugly side that have been buried deep inside his soul, waiting for the moment to be released.
he first landed his eyes on you when he walked into the coffee shop you worked at. time immediately stopped and seongje could finally understand the feeling described in all those stupid romance dramas, do seongmok watched in secret.
when your eyes met, seongje felt like he could finally breath correctly, as if, for all this time, he had something weighing on his chest, that didnât let him breath properly.
your gorgeous long hair, cascaded down your back, he wished he could run his fingers along your locks. your warm and kind eyes, he knew he could drown in them. your perfect and beautiful smile, he wished your smiles were only directed at him.
seongje quickly grew obsessed with you, and seongje isnât the cute type of obsessed. he doesnât leave you cute notes in your tips jar, he doesnât leave roses on your doorstep, he doesnât do that. no.
seongje follows you home, he manage to make himself a spare key, gets into your apartment when youâre not here, and lay in your bed when youâre absent, fantasising on the life he could offer you. the life you two could have, married with dozens of kids running around, while youâd look at them from your houseâs porch. for the first time in his life, geum seongje dreamed of settling with someone.
seongje sits outside your workplace and wait for you till you finish your shift, and walk you home, from afar of course.
seongje watches your every move from his hideout, he managed to hack into your workâs security system and now has access to the live footage of the cameras.
he sees you, smiling to each and every damn customers, and he wished those smiles were directed at him, and him only.
those people donât deserve to see you smile, they donât love you like seongje does. they canât protect you like seongje could.
when you almost get assaulted by a lousy coworker of yours, seongje pops out of a random bush and easily slams him against a nearby wall. hands in his pockets, cigarette in his mouth, he stood tall in front of you, his huge back facing your shaking form.
"tsk, tsk, tsk, in 2025 you still canât take no for an answer?" he nonchalantly told the guy, who was barely collecting himself from almost merging with the brick wall.
"who the fuck are you? stay out of this, motherfucker!" the poor guy yelled, seongje whistled before erupting in a fit of laughter. "why are you laughing, you crazy psycho!" the guy tried to appear as tough and fearless, but truth was, he was terrified by the giant standing in front of him. there was something off putting with him, his aura screamed crazy psycho in loud capitals.
seongje stopped laughing immediately, his face falling and his eyes darkened. your coworker was currently shaking in his boots, he tried to swing first, but seongje dodged it with ease. since you could be in the way as well, seongje pulled you by your wrist and yanked you behind him.
for the first time, your eyes met. there was no way this man was sane with the way he was smiling in that kind of situation, and you couldnât really see his face thanks to the poor lighting of the alley.
seongje quickly looked away when he saw the man charging towards him, seongje sighed before kicking your coworker in the chest, making him loose his balance and fall hardly on the concrete. all seongje wanted to do, was beating this motherfucker to a pulp for daring to touch you and scare you in the process. but he couldnât show you his true colours yet.
he had to the perfect knight in shining armour, right now.
"leave her alone, she clearly doesnât want you so stop embarrassing yourself." hands in his pockets, seongje nudged the guy, with his foot. he kept moaning in pain which made seongje grin, what a pussy.
seongje turned away from him and smiled at you, you were clearly shaken up and seongje really had to try hard to not turn around and kill your stupid coworker. "iâll walk you home." he didnât wait for your answer, actually he wasnât asking or proposing, it was an affirmation.
he started walking ahead of you, making you run after him because there was no way you wanted to stay with your coworker. so you walked, seongje walking ahead of you, and you walking, a few steps behind him.
from behind you could get a good look of his body, seongje was tall, like almost two feet taller than you, and he had broad shoulders with a slim waist. you could tell he was good looking, and knew it. the way he carried himself screamed confidence, and almost cockiness. he walked like he owned the place.
he wore a school uniform, you recognised as ganghak. that school was infamous for having all sorts of delinquent. was he one of them? of course, this guy singlehanded your coworker, in one hit.
the walk home quickly ended when seongje suddenly stopped right in front of your doorstep. you didnât even realise you arrived, you were so lost in thoughts. seongje turned around to face you, he looked down at you and brushed a loose strand of hair, behind your ear.
"take care of yourself, pretty girl." his voice was low, barely above a whisper and it made you shiver. he grinned at you, with that weird and almost twisted expression before leaving.
once inside the safety of your apartment, a thought made your heart skip a beat, you never gave him your address.
i am begging you all to stop treating this site like instagram if you dont want it to be content free by next year
actually i'm reblogging this again with commentary, fuck it.
There's people in the notes talking about "not basing your worth off numbers", and like. that isn't what this post is about. It's not a threat, either, it's a comment on how this site works, at a mechanical level.
Likes are worthless. Let me say that again.
Likes. Are. Worthless.
They don't do anything. They're a bookmark. They were never part of how tumblr works - in the early days we didn't even have a like button, and the site still more or less acts as though we don't. They're personal bookmarks and the only people who "get" anything from them are you (you bookmark the post) and the OP (maybe a very slight serotonin boost), but they don't keep the post in circulation, they don't keep it alive.
Without reblogs, a post will be dead in the water within an hour. No matter how good it is, no matter how many hours of painstaking love and attention its creator put into it, it will be dead within an hour and never seen again. It gets pushed down the dashboard and nobody aside from the followers who were online when it was posted will see it. And there's a huge difference in engagement on posts that get even one lucky reblog from someone with wider reach - that one reblog shows your post to five, ten, fifteen other people, and if one of those people also reblogs it, and so on and so forth, that's how posts stay alive and in circulation. It's like a contagion, but we're sharing creativity instead of disease.
And that matters. That "lifespan" of the post matters, artists and writers give up on this site and go to sites where posts have longer lifespans because it sucks to spend hours of your life, maybe even days, to get two notes and some fucking pocket lint for your efforts. We create for ourselves, but we share because we want people to see it, because that engagement offers positive feedback and encouragement to continue. But more than that, if every post (whether art, fic, gifset, whatever) is dying within an hour or a day of being posted, that means it's not making it onto your dashboard. And if it's not on your dashboard, you won't see it. This kills the site, after a while. You stop seeing the posts, because nobody is putting them on your dashboard, because this site doesn't have an algorithm like twitter and insta's and it shouldn't, it's the last bastion of chronological timelines.
Forgive my giant fucking rant I am so tired right now and full of the plague but like stop acting like artists and writers are just being whiny little babies, or "threatening" to withhold our fucking work (you're not entitled to it! it's ours! if we get nothing out of sharing it we're well within our rights to keep it private!) when we say this site will dry up without reblogs. We're just stating facts.
also Iâve seen some people in the tags say âoh there have always been more likes on postsâ no there havenât ????Â
these are posts from 2013, look at the ratio
not to sound like a nursing home resident but back then people know that the point of this site was to reblog things and share them, not to bury them away among your other 23k liked posts
when you lose your brother to the maze, and minho is there to comfort you.
warnings: character death, grief, angst to fluff.
note: the tmr fandom is pretty much nonexistent but iâm in my tmr era and i needed to write for my fav character avajzjkzk / also happy new year!! lots of love and good things for you for 2025 <3333
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youâve been in the maze for six months now, working as a med-jack alongside clint and jeff, you loved your job. taking care of others was your thing, and you did an actual good job at being the gladeâs doctor. the boys trusted you and often came to you, even if it was just to talk about their nightmares or worries.
you arrived into the box with your brother, derek. at first, you didnât know who he was, arriving in a box with a guy you didnât know, to then find out that you were stuck in a place full of boys, it was pretty scary.
but the memories came back after a few weeks, you started with having dreams, who turned out to be forgotten memories of you and your brother. apparently you remembered each other at the same time, because when you opened the door of your cabin, to go see him, he was already standing on your doorway, with tears in his eyes.
your brother was your anchor, the only thing keeping you sane enough to keep helping keeping the others stay sane.
he was a runner, and you hated it. he was constantly putting himself in danger, in hope to find a way out this place. thatâs how he was, helpful and selfless.
and that eventually killed him.
the day started off as normal, with you in the med-hut, bandaging a slicerâs finger. with a glance to the window, you could see the sun starting to cast, meaning that the runners would be there soon. you havenât had the chance to speak to your brother in a while, and you missed him.
"derek is so lucky to have you as his sister." the slicer told you, eyes on what you were doing. you scoffed, "well, make sure to remind him of that, because the runners are back and he still hasnât come to greet his sister." she joked, which earned a laugh out of the slicer.
once you finished, he got up and thanked you, you smiled at him and watched him leave. hands on your hips, you started to grow irritated, you heard the dooming sound of the doors closing for the day. and still no sign of derek. heâd always check on you before going to the map room and fulfill his runner duties.
call it sibling connection, but you felt something was wrong.
so you popped your head out the hut, and frowned once you saw a group of boys gathered in front of the now closed gates. you slowly walked towards them, your heart beating against your rib cage.
it was a weird feeling, really, but for each step you took, you felt your heart tighten even more.
and the looks some of the gladers threw your way, didnât reassure you at all. even gally lowered his head once he saw you, looking absolutely devastated.
no. it couldnât be.
"where is derek?" you didnât want your voice to break, but it did.
you saw alby, newt and minho, derekâs keeper. ben was also there, sitting on the ground with his head in his hands. ben was derekâs running partner.
"answer me." you repeated, tone harsher and tears threatening to fall.
you didnât need anyone to say the words, you werenât stupid, ben was here but derek wasnât and the doors were closed. at the realisation, you felt your knees giving up on you, as minho and newt rushed to your sides.
you turned to the keeper, grabbing his collar, he looked at you, and you hated how his face showed no expression.
"you lost my brother, right?" you didnât want to be mean to him, you knew he had nothing to do with this. but you couldnât help it, you needed to blame someone that was there. you needed to yell at someone, hate them, hit them. you couldnât do all that to the creators, you didnât know if they existed in the first place.
"derek got lost, ben tried to find him but it was too late, iâm sorry y/n." alby told you and it finally sink in.
your brother was dead. your best friend was gone, forever.
"youâre lyingâŠ" you mumbled, tears steaming down your face as newt buried his head against your shoulder. "youâre fucking lying!" you yelled, and alby looked to the ground, eventually shushing everyone away.
you cried, you yelled, you even pushed the two boys holding you, away. standing up on wobbly legs, you pointed at minho, anger and grief taking over.
"you killed him, i told you to not make him a runner!" you pushed minho on his chest before taking away, newt wanted to go after her, but got stopped by minhoâs hand.
"iâll get her." his eyes were focused on your frame, you were headed to the pond, where you and your brother always came when you needed a break from the glade.
you couldnât stop crying, you felt like your heart had been teared off your chest, the pain was unbearable. and worst of it, you felt like you havenât grasp the severity of the situation yet. your little derek was gone, forever, you would never be able to walk off this place with him. you wouldnât be able to achieve any of the dreams you had together. you lost your protector, you lost your will to live.
what was stopping you to run into the maze, straight into a grieverâs robotic hands?
what you told minho was true, you were strictly against derek joining the runners. derek was quick, it was a fact, but he was also the youngest, the shortest and you suspected him to have a breathing condition with the way heâd return to the glade, panting like a dog, on the verge of passing out, while ben would always be as good as new.
but minho didnât listen, not because he absolutely wanted derek on the team, but because derek had begged him, day and night. and minho couldnât say no to those begging eyes of his.
because he also had your eyes.
minho was standing behind you, eyes focused on your sobbing form, he didnât know if he had the right to be the one to comfort you, but he wanted to. he wanted to be the shoulder you could lie on when you needed it.
because you were always that shoulder to everyone else, but who was yours?
minho saw you as the ray of sunshine in the gloomy weather that was the glade. just by looking at you, his day would brighten up immediately. the two of you werenât close and you even wondered if minho actually liked you. he never looked at you, never spoke a word to you, it was as if you didnât exist in his world.
but you were so far from the truth.
minho was skilled at acting unbothered and uninterested when he actually was. whenever you werenât looking, his eyes would find you immediately. sometimes he even thought about asking ben to push him, when they were out in the maze, so he could have an excuse to show up in the med-hut and ask for you.
he actually did it once, but it was a rather busy day in the med-hut so he got healed by jeff, and sulked during the process.
whenever heâd caught one or two gladers staring at you a little too much, heâd put himself in their way and glare at them. which sent a good message to everyone, you werenât to mess with.
it was a secret to no glader, that minho had always his eyes on you.
he didnât know why but he just convinced himself that youâd never be interested in talking with him, you were well surrounded. well, who knew the infamous keeper of the runners could be insecure?
minho decided to take the courage to walk towards you, silently sitting next to you, on the grass. you had gathered your knees against your chest, wrapping your arms around your legs and burying your face in it. you heard the sudden shifting next to you and slowly took a peek, to see who came to check on you. expecting newt or even jeff, you bit your lip when you saw minho.
he was looking straight ahead, jaw clenched and for the first time since you got here, he was showing emotions.
"iâm sorry for snapping at you." your voice was broken between sobs, and the sound broke minhoâs already shattered heart. he glanced at you with a soft smile and scooted closer to you, silently asking you if the closeness was okay. you nodded and now he was so close to you, that your arms were touching.
"donât apologise, you were right." minho had started to notice derekâs breathing condition and wanted to voice it to alby and later to the med-jacks but the thought always slipped out his mind. and now he had lost derek to his own carelessness. he knew heâd never be able to forgive himself for that.
"no, we both know who is to blame here." you sniffed, looking at the peacefulness of the pond. silence fell upon you for a minute, before you spoke up again.
"i donât know how iâm supposed to live without him, minho." you broke into tears again and minho wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pushing you closer to him so your head was now resting against his shoulder. "youâre strong, the strongest here in my eyes, and youâre not alone." he reassured you, his tone sincere.
"iâll protect you with my life, if we ever get there."
the curse of summer is buying and eating an inadvisable amount of fruit in single sittings.
Hii
Do you write for Aizawa?
hii, sorry but for now i donât đ
jude being in love with you implies him sending your random pictures of random things with, "saw this and thought of you <3". like the one time he sent you a stray cat following him in the streets and sent it to you with the caption, "i met your cat self earlier today, i named her yournickname <3."
when heâs having an important game and you canât be there to support him, he makes sure to call you a few hours before training, your voice being the only medicine to his anxiety. before the match, he kisses the beaded bracelet you made for him. he kept calling it his lucky charm and swore to never take it off. (carlo and the boys almost have to tie him to the floor to take it off him, before games.)
jude pays attention to you a lot, when your eyes wander a little bit too long on a book or a piece of clothing, you should know that the item would find itâs way on your bed, the very next day with a cute note attached to it, "for you my love <3 you deserve it." but heâs also very private and protective over you, your relationship is pretty much public and people know who you are to jude, but he refuses to share you with the world. when walking on the streets with many people around, he makes sure to tighten his grip on your hand, walking in front of you protectively.
when asked about his celebrity crush in interview he names you, "umm, i donât know if youâve heard about her but sheâs amazing and so damn pretty. her name is y/n l/n!" he never miss the opportunity to compliment you. even in sweats and barefaced, heâll look at you with those pretty brown eyes of his, making you feel so loved and appreciated. jude also do not tolerate any criticism or hate aimed towards you by his "fans". he often took his socials to call out some disrespectful fans who wouldnât stop harassing you. "donât call yourself a fan if you canât accept that i am, in fact, very happy with this woman and as long as iâll be breathing, iâll love and protect her."
respectfully i think you are overreacting about kandi and trump. he is a grown man who gets to like whoever he likes and take pictures with whoever. also i feel like it is absolutely infantilizing the drivers saying that itâs just how they grew up to be conservative. many people including myself used to be extremely far left and realized that it was incorrect and slowly became very conservative
respectfully i think you should unfollow me asap since i canât block you bc you sent this anonymously.
i literally said that he was, in fact, a grown ass man who should know right from wrong and praising donald trump is wrong, end of story.
i suggest you should look up donald trump and how much of a gross human being he is, before opening your mouth to defend someone who is clearly in the wrong. taking pictures and praising a racist, homophobic, bigot, islamophobic, misogynistic man isnât cool and shouldnât be normalised.
You actually can block them! I donât think it fully blocks the user but it those block them from being able to send you anonymous asks. So theyâll eith have to leave you alone or they have to send you not anonymous asks in which case you can just block them as normal. Unfortunately you canât block them after youâve answered the ask, but itâs useful information to know in case it happens again
Step 1. Click on the three dots
Step 2. Click on the second option
thanks for letting me know!! iâll try to do this if they send something else <3
also it wouldâve been so rude to not shake trumps hand and obviously itâs cool to meet someone as influential and important as him
lmao naaah i canât believe someone would think trump is « cool » after all he did and said. this man should be behind bars, thatâs it.
like i said, saying hi is different from praising him on national television.
respectfully i think you are overreacting about kandi and trump. he is a grown man who gets to like whoever he likes and take pictures with whoever. also i feel like it is absolutely infantilizing the drivers saying that itâs just how they grew up to be conservative. many people including myself used to be extremely far left and realized that it was incorrect and slowly became very conservative
respectfully i think you should unfollow me asap since i canât block you bc you sent this anonymously.
i literally said that he was, in fact, a grown ass man who should know right from wrong and praising donald trump is wrong, end of story.
i suggest you should look up donald trump and how much of a gross human being he is, before opening your mouth to defend someone who is clearly in the wrong. taking pictures and praising a racist, homophobic, bigot, islamophobic, misogynistic man isnât cool and shouldnât be normalised.
Most conservatives like trump, id be suprised if <50% of the grid disliked him ... its rough but i think its important to think about the demographic of drivers , and like the assumable culture they were raised in and are a product of ... i feel like its been the hardest thing to reconcile bc its easy to assume the best when nothing is said
right tbh i only have faith in lewis since heâs always been vocal about his beliefs and stands for whatâs right. but these men grew up and live in a total different world than us so believing that the majority of them are genuinely good people, is living in a fantasy.
like i wish they were the woke and respectful kind like we all want them to be, but in reality theyâre just rich white men. there is nothing to expect coming from them. i do admit that the whole lando situation surprised me, because itâs one thing to have to say hi to the person your team invited, but praising him?? my jaw was on the floor when i saw that, but again, we should expect nothing coming from them.
i seriously think that âmatchmakerâ is going to be my last work with lando because i CANNOT support this kind of behaviour and i think everyone should do the same.
still wild to me that you could spend all that time and energy and make sooo many sacrifices to get into f1, wait 5 years to win a race with all the jokes and the names, and then you get into the press conference, open your mouth, and say that youâve gotta respect donald trump. immediately creating your next (and imo biggest) scandal. incredibly in character for him
i still canât believe it even tho itâs not a surprise, i really hope he never gets out of this scandal just so he can realise how much of a DUMBASS he is really
he is a man with agency and free will and decided to shake trumps hand and say pleasure to meet you
theyâre gonna act like he was held at gunpoint for this but remember. grown man. decision making. agency. free will. the power of thought (debatable)
wow, it got worse!! Lando: "Donald is someone you've got to have a lot of respect for in many ways"
WHAT THE FUCK???? and i really donât want to hear anyone say « he was forced » this is a twenty four (2 4) years OLD man.
ngl iâm so disappointed even tho i knew those men arenât the sweet angels we want them to be but i never expected lando to fuck up THIS BAD
hiiiii I love your work so much!!! Iâve been reading all your mha x reader and theyâre all amazing!! You write each character so well I canât even pick a fav fic of yours â€ïž thank you so much for posting your writing
omg??? youâre literally the sweetest?? thank you SO SO SO much for this đ i often get insecure about my own writing because iâm afraid iâll make a grammatical mistake or write something that doesnât make sense since english isnât my first language đ but you guys are the sweetest really i canât thank you enough, you give me so much strength and confidence about my writing đ
love u lots <333333
matchmaker.
in which max is tired of lando being a single mess, so he plays matchmaker.
lando norris x famous!reader.
fc: sabrina carpenter.
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y/n: lil photodump đ
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madisonbeer: my goddess!! miss you pookie xx
liked by y/n.
user: QUEEN OMGGBSKSKSL
user: sheâs addicted to slaying
user: pls come to brazil!!
user: canât wait to see you in paris!!
user: sheâs so pretty wtf
user: Y/N AND MADISON COLLAB WHEN??
user: emails i canât send is a masterpiece y/n!!
user: JUST ONE CHANGE IM BEGGING AHKSOSLSL
user: the man whoâs going to date her is literally the luckiest man on earth
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imessages between max and lando.
max:
mate
i have good news
lando:
what?
iâm scared actually
max:
fuck off
itâs for your own sake
lando:
okay NOW iâm terrified
max:
SHUT IT
youâre going on a blind date tonight
lando:
um
no?
max:
wasnât a question you idiot
be ready at 9
a car will come pick you up
lando:
DHAT
WHAT
MAX ANWSER
WITH WHO???
I REFUSE
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imessages between max and lando.
lando:
max fewtrell.
did you REALLY sent me on a blind date with Y/N FUCKING L/N??
WITHOUT WARNING ME??
i was SO embarrassing
max:
okay for my defense, i didnât know
i asked kika to find me someone who could match your vibe and apparently it had to be y/nâŠ
BUT apparently it went well so we good
lando:
mate
i fucking spilled my wine on her expensive looking dress
i tripped over my own feet when i got up to pay the bill
i stuttered when she asked for my NAME
i almost slipped when i tried to open the car door for her
i answered « thatâs cool » when she told me that the inspiration for her new album was her past and traumatic relationship
max:
holy shit dude
sheâs never calling you again thatâs for SURE
well at least we tried
lando:
wait till i catch you and kika
iâll run you over with my car
BOTH OF YOU TRAITORS
max:
iâm innocent
itâs all kikaâs fault
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imessages between max, kika and lando.
kika:
YOU COWARD
SHE THINKS YOU DIDNâT LIKE HER
TEXT HER NOW
max:
why are we yelling
kika:
go on twitter and see for yourself
lando:
WHAT DO YOU MEAN I DIDNâT LIKE HER??
she should be the one to dislike me i literally made a fool out of myself BECAUSE I WASNâT PREPARED TO MEET MY CELEBRITY CRUSH???
kika:
you should be always prepared lando norris
lando:
omg give me a break
what should i do?
max:
her fans hate you lmao
text her maybe?
kika:
I HAVE A BETTER IDEA
invite her for the miami gp!
yes iâm a genius
lando:
do you want me to crash on the wall francisca?
i will 100% fumble the race if i know sheâs watching
max:
oh my god
why are you such a pussy?
lando:
fuck YOU
this is all your fault
kika:
if you donât invite her, i WILL
lando:
FINE
but if i die iâll haunt your ass forever
kika:
who knows maybe youâll finally win a race ;)
mister lando NOwins
lando:
wow i didnât know mister pierre gasly was a race winner already
max:
okay enough you two
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y/n: may not know a lot about formula one, but i know for a fact that you deserved that win. i canât wait to be with you during your journey, pretty boy <3
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landonorris: i couldnât ask for a better partner, pretty girl <3
user: YESSS FINALLY
user: omg theyâre together??
user: WTFFFABSKSLMSLS
user: no bc why are they so cute??
user: aww she was so happy for him when he won
user: lmao the cameraman kept zooming in on her when lando won ajsksllz
user: PARENTS
user: CONGRATS LANDO
user: he better treat her right
user: theyâre cute ngl
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