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important update:
if you're wondering if im gonna complete your req, if i'm dead, if etc.etc.
i'll be archiving this blog from here on out. perhaps i'll return to it if i return to the fandoms i wrote for on here, but as of right now i'm stepping away.
i'll still be on tumblr but writing on a new and diff blog. i won't be releasing my new blog user, but im in the love and deepspace fandom now tehe
thanks for all your support and love till this point! till we meet again :)
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who is that dead eye dead poet dude😭
idk but they sent me two more cute lil poems that i will be deleting <3
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WHEN YOU CAN’T FALL ASLEEP
ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, fyodor
p.s.! ₊˚. for all my sleepy girls (gn) we’re in this together
DAZAI ー dazai’s futon doesn’t allow you much space to move. you try to shift again, as delicately as you can with his body curled around yours. no matter how hard you tried to match your breathing to his, close your eyes, and relax, you just couldn’t seem to fall asleep tonight.
the last thing you want is to disturb him. dazai barely got enough rest, only sleeping through the night occasionally; he looks so pretty when he does, with his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, letting out soft, shallow breaths against your chest through his parted lips.
you sigh, squeezing your eyes shut and dropping your head back onto your pillow, when you hear a familiar whine, and your stomach drops.
he lifts his head, mumbling your name. his eyes are lidded, cheeks warm and imprinted by the wrinkles from your shirt. “what’s wrong?”
“nothing,” you try to urge his head back down, rubbing his scalp in the way you know he loves. “i’m okay. go back to sleep, ‘samu.”
you tilt your head to the side, looking down at him. he folds his arms against your chest, looking up at you from beneath his lashes.
“you’re not a good liar,” he smiles. it’s small and sleepy, and you wish you had enough energy to kiss it off his face.
“i can’t sleep,” you sigh. “but you should. it’s still early, i think.”
you try to peek at the time on your phone as he leans up on his elbows, turning your face towards his. he kisses your forehead, trailing down until his lips press against the space between your eyebrows, then down to the bridge of your nose.
“how am i supposed to kiss you awake if you don’t fall asleep first?” he whispers, tracing his thumb beneath your eye. you kiss the side of his wrist, leaning into his hand.
he pulls himself up until your positions are swapped, with his head on the pillow, and your head on his chest. he rests his cheek against your hair as he drags his fingertips down the back of your neck, rubbing little circles between your shoulder blades.
he hums softly, a song you can’t quite place. even barely murmuring, you can hear the sweetness in his voice, like he simply couldn’t hold in his adoration for you.
the calm beat of his heart and the soft vibrations from his chest soothe your mind. all your thoughts slip away, only a faraway whisper of sweet dreams, my love and the soft press of lips against your forehead before you fall asleep.
CHUUYA ー you can hear chuuya’s quiet movements as he comes home from a late night mission, a mumbled curse slipping from his mouth when he’s a little too loud taking off his shoes. he cracks the bedroom door open, eyebrows raising when he sees you.
“you’re still awake?” he opens the door further. “you okay, baby?”
you nod into your comforter, watching blearily as he pulls his gloves off by each finger before he brushes your bangs away from your face.
“i’ll be right back,” he whispers, bending down to kiss your forehead. “don’t wait for me if you can help it, alright?”
you nod again, eyes falling shut as he kisses your forehead one more time. you hear the gentle thud of his dresser drawer closing, the sound of leather hitting the bathroom floor. you don’t know how much time has passed when you open your eyes again, looking up at him in a t-shirt and sweatpants.
“c’mon,” he squeezes your hand, sheets falling to your waist as he pulls you to sit up. “let’s go for a drive.”
the cool leather of chuuya’s car seat isn’t as comfortable as your bed, but you can already feel the heaviness in your chest start to dissipate as he drives.
you rest your head on the tinted window, looking out at the passing buildings. his hand rests against your thigh, and you lift it off, just enough for you to slide your fingers in between his own.
there aren’t many people out on the road this late, but he’s still careful, only sneaking glances at you from the corner of his eye. with the security and warmth that comes from chuuya’s presence next to you, and the gentle movement of the car, it doesn’t take long for your eyes to fall shut.
when he looks over and sees your face, completely relaxed, he exhales, sagging in relief against his headrest. he can’t get enough of you, bundled up in his passenger seat, holding his hand firmly, even in your sleep.
he’ll drive around a little longer, he decides, just to watch the way the lights wash over your pretty face, highlighting the curve of your cheekbones, the pretty pink of your lips.
at least it’d be no problem for him to carry you back to bed.
RANPO ー every night, ranpo curls on top of you with the lingering scent of freshly baked pastries clinging to his skin, and his messy hair tickling your jaw from how he nuzzles his face against your neck.
his body is always a comforting weight, but sleep evades you tonight. you stare up at the ceiling, gently drawing little shapes through his shirt with your finger.
“i know you’re awake.”
you jump when he whispers in your ear, heart rate spiking painfully in your chest. he lifts his head up; his eyes are open, bright green and staring at you. the tips of your noses brush from how close he is.
“your thoughts woke me up,” he answers before you can ask, poking your forehead. “they’re too loud.”
“sorry,” you sigh, wincing when he flicks your forehead.
“why are you apologizing?” he whispers, tilting his chin up to kiss the spot he flicked. “go to sleep.”
“i can’t,” you whine, childishness rivaling his own.
“that’s ‘cause you’re not trying hard enough,” he mumbles, pout evident in his voice. “your eyes aren’t even closed.”
he traces his finger down the bridge of your nose, then up again. he grazes your hairline as he travels across your forehead next, and your eyes grow heavy with each movement, slowly falling shut.
“ranpoー”
“shhh,” he smooths his thumb along your eyebrow, making his way back down your nose. “go to sleep.”
he keeps tracing your features, even after your eyes are all the way closed and your face is completely relaxed beneath his hand. he brushes his fingers across your cupid’s bow, tracing down to the plush of your bottom lip.
“there,” he whispers, leaving butterfly kisses along your jaw as he nuzzles back into you. “that’s better.”
FYODOR ー you’ve been teetering on the edge of sleep ever since you first laid down, hours ago. you’re sure it’s the early hours of the morning by now, and you sigh, stretching your arm to the other side of the bed. it’s cold, sheets still untouched.
it was rare fedya came to bed at night, no matter how much you wished he would. curling into his side always helped you rest easier. his presence is a calming one, maybe only to you.
you bundle up your blanket, holding it in place around your shoulders as you get out of bed. the ends trail along the hallway floor like a cloak as you tiptoe to his office. the steady sound of him typing comes to a stop as soon as you open the door, and he turns around in his chair, just enough to look at you.
“what are you doing up at this hour?” his eyebrows furrow, like the hypocrite he is.
“i don’t know,” you mumble around a yawn. “i just missed you.”
he swivels completely to face you, opening his arms. he makes no complaints about accommodating you as you sit on his lap, curling yourself around him, cheek falling to rest against his shoulder. you shift to look at his screens, monitor light seeming so much brighter to your tired eyes in the darkness of his office.
“don’t look at those,” he tilts your head further into his shoulder. “you’ll only keep yourself awake longer.”
you press your face into his neck, seeking out the soothing chill of his skin. you arch further into him when his fingertips sneak beneath your shirt, rubbing along the knobs of your spine. his typing is rhythmic, fingers gently pressing into your skin each time he pauses to think as you feel the rise and fall of his chest against your body.
he feels your breaths, deep and even against his shoulder, and spares a glance at you: asleep. he brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear, lips curling up as you try to snuggle impossibly closer to him.
“rest well, my dear,” he pulls the edge of the blanket tighter around you. “i’ll be here when you wake up.”
BSD MASTERLIST
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THERES SO MUCH SMUT IN THE BSD TAGS WTF HAVE YALL BEEN DOING⁉️🗣️
#[📰] rambles#i didn’t pioneer the bsd fandom for two years#for yall to churn out jjk level style FILTH#i’m posting fluff istg#gotta do everything myself around here#bungou stray dogs
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had a thought and needed to share it oops. but anyway, dazai/chuuya/ranpo/whoever coming home and seeing their s/o in their shirt because it smelled like them and the s/o missed them. also random thought but i feel like chuuya would smell so nice
SCENT OF YOU! bsd x gn! reader ⋆𐙚₊˚
i fear chuuya smells the best out of all of them... genuinely he made me think of this one cologne & & & he's so pretty :(
fluff, barely suggestive.
OSAMU DAZAI . ⊹ ﹅
to others, they'd be able to catch the faint whiff of whiskey that lingers onto dazai's coat. but the clothing he left with you—
not a single trace remained. instead, the scent was much softer, gentle. quite fitting for a man who's quick to fall into your embrace after a grueling day, whining theatrically.
"oh my, it's practically swallowing you whole!"
chuckled dazai, presence appearing out of nowhere. well, not quite. perhaps you hadn't been paying attention to the door opening, too much in a daze as you watch the television.
he's quick to take his coat off, leaning down a pressing a kiss to your temple. the action makes your nose crinkle.
"mind telling me why you've decided to make yourself comfy in my shirt? not that i'm complaining..."
you can hear the smugness in his voice. usually you'd point it out but— you were feeling oddly tranquil today. maybe it was the scent of your lover that lingered on the shirt you were wearing.
freshly washed yesterday, cottony, almost as loving as the smiles he'd send you. a delicate smell isn't what one would suspect for dazai's clothes to feel like.
but when his bandaged fingers envelop yours, when he says something beyond silly just to make you laugh, when he whispers how much he's glad to be alive to have met you as you both fall asleep: it makes sense.
he's far more gentle than all the fabric he wears.
"cause' it makes me feel loved, just like you.."
the simple response is enough to make his eyes soften. and he can't help it, pulling you against his chest. a silent thanks, a thanks for loving him.
"you're too adorable, my dear"
he cooed out. and just when you're about to second guess him, to assume he's teasing you: he utters out the most gentle statement.
"how lucky i am..."
CHUUYA NAKAHARA . ⊹ ﹅
some days, chuuya believed god was testing him.
he should have known better, entrusting a newly hired employee to deliver something to and from his office. because that said employee had no idea where he was going— bumping straight into chuuya, iced coffee spilling.
but he's trying this new thing called remaining patient. what a hard skill it is, really. so instead of blowing up, he assures said employee, deciding to go home and change into a whole new shirt.
now, usually that'd be an inconvenience to him, making a trip elsewhere. but it's not so bad when his pretty litte lover was at home, awaiting his presence.
except: oddly enough chuuya couldn't find you. and maybe he'd put more effort into searching for you, if it weren't for the coffee stain on him.
"dammit, where'd it go—"
the redhead muttered, brows furrowed. one of his favorite work shirts, gone. gone without a trace!
"stupid, this whole day is stupid...!"
now, chuuya really did believe his temper was getting better. but as said before, god was testing him!
"...chuuya...?"
well, maybe everything wasn't so bad. you emerged out of the bathroom. ah, that's where you had been. and suddenly, whatever originally placed chuuya in a dim mood didn't matter at all. his tense expression vanished, he looked at you with so much adoration and...
"oh"
he voiced his thoughts aloud, gaze almost dumbfounded as he looks at you. your boyfriend's response causes you to chuckle aloud, approaching him.
"what's wrong, why're here? thought you're still working..."
you murmured, arms snaking around his waist. though chuuya couldn't focus on responding, not when the very shirt he'd been looking for, was on you.
a dark red silk dress shirt... he could still smell his favorite cologne on the fabric as you embrace him. baccarat rouge 540.
he can't bring himself to take the shirt away. and so he grins, arm securing you against him and into his chest.
"nothin's wrong, doll-face. just wanted to see my favorite person..."
he whispered, letting out an exhale as his nose rubs against your forehead. with a hum, you lean against him, body going practically slack.
"you sure? everything's alright?"
and when you look at him with that expression: expression of total adoration, chuuya's most definitely certain.
"more than alright"
RANPO EDOGAWA . ⊹ ﹅
ranpo opens the door with such poor etiquette, pictures nearly falling from it's mount on the wall, wind blowing in, and presence full of satisfaction.
he's almost unruly and yet— you can tell today was a good one.
"i take it the case went well?"
you question with an amused giggle, leaning forward from your position on the couch. you clutch onto the end fabric of the shirt on you: fresh ground coffee and a faint sweet scent. that's what it smelled like.
all you had known was that this case had been ongoing for two weeks, up until now that was.
ranpo hadn't solved it immediately, surprisingly so. but that only sparked his interest, quite so. because that meant he had something to do, something that wasn't boring, something that felt just as good as sucking on a lolli.
"mmhm!~"
he chimed out, not bothering to set his bag down. instead he plops right down on the couch, making himself comfy. by that, he means head rested in your lap. ranpo's eyes remain shut, like always.
"i wasn't surprised by it all, it had been one of my theories in the very back of my head! though the evidence—"
ranpo pauses, reaching into his pocket to pull out a candy chew. he's quick to unwrap it, plopping it in his mouth. you only hum at the sight, running a hand through his hair.
"was out of wack. also, oddly enough with that was left, you'd think the unsub was in their thirties. wrong! she was sixteen, what an ordeal—"
he's enthusiastic, very much so.
"but even crazy ordeals like this can be solved by me! now, don't i deserve a reward, sugar?"
his lips curve into a smirk. though by the time ranpo's eyes flutter open, he's a bit taken aback. just now, after summarizing the case had he noticed you in one of his sleep shirts.
his gaze remains blank, almost confused.
"ranpo?"
you called out, poking him gently. and yet he only stares. then suddenly, he turns his head, as if refusing something.
"nevermind!"
he suddenly states, rising from the couch. you're cute, very much so he's not sure what to do with it. the brunette's about to retreat to the kitchen, but when he turns around he see's your perplexed face.
with a sigh, he spoke, lips curling at the end.
"the one case i can't ever figure out, is how you're so adorable, sugar"
✷ .₊𓂋
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The infamous catfisher loser a.k.a @d-e-a-d-e-y-e/ d-e-a-d-poet is low-life dumpster of a man, only a brain-dead idiot would resort to paying for the services of a diseased prostitute. He is a walking cesspool of stupidity and filth. Disgraceful doesn't even begin to cover it. Stroking and licking his own tiny dick for @izamami and @angelbleeding
i just came back to this blog to read chuuya x reader fics bro
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ariel your reblogs have got me reading f1 fics DAILY 🙏🗣️ lowkey crazy how i’ve been watching since 2012 and i’ve just never read one i’ve been slacking 😔
i started slacking lowkey glad the f1 grind hasn't stopped since 2012 🙏
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also if you know me you know i'm insane over fem au so
imagine countess ragnvindr wearing this dress, approaching you during a ball, kissing your hand and whispering "may i have this dance, my lady?" (also giving vampire au ngl)
UGHUGHUGH i will never say no to fem diluc !! offering my neck immediately
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honestly yeah you're so real for that chuuya 🔛🔝
bringing back THE chuuya art on this occasion (maybe i should redownload mayoi-)
i legally need them to drop the most scrumptious chuuya art
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“You’re my boyfriend, Zayne, not my doctor.”
You huff as he shakes out a multivitamin gummy into the palm of his hand to join the rest of your pills that you had been forgetting —neglecting— to take.
“Is it not a boyfriend’s duty to look after his girlfriend’s health? If so, I have no problem ending this relationship to reinstate you as my patient.” His eyes slide over to meet yours, and you huff again, this time louder than the last, and thrust your hand out so he can drop the pills and gummies into it. “Smart choice.”
He slides you a prepared glass of water, the condensation leaving a wet streak across the counter, and he wipes it up with a paper towel. Your fingers close around the glass as you go to take the first pill, only for his voice to make you freeze.
“Have you eaten breakfast yet? Taking those on an empty stomach will make you nauseous.” He’s moving towards the pantry before you can even answer.
You blink at his back as your thumb idly rubs at the white pill. “It will? Hm…” Maybe that’s why you had felt violently ill every time you took your medicine - you were a chronic breakfast-skipper. “No, I haven’t eaten yet.”
“Does homemade pancakes, eggs, and sausages sound fine to you?” Your mouth waters at the thought, and your stomach voices its approval with a low growl. “I’ll take as a yes.” His voice is amused as he turns his head to look at you over his shoulder, and you shoot a bashful smile his way before placing your pills a bit to the side so they’re out of the way.
“Do you even have time to make all that? You have a surgery this afternoon, don’t you?” A sudden wave of guilt comes crashing over you, and your eyebrows pull together as you watch him grab all the ingredients. Zayne took care of people at work all day, and nearly everyday, and now here he was taking care of you in the small slot of time he had to relax before being thrust back into work, and all because you’re adverse to taking a few pills.
“There’s plenty of time left before I have to head in and start preparing. Don’t worry.” He assures, and you prop your chin up on your fist with a quiet sigh, knowing it’s no use trying to convince him of anything different.
He works quickly yet efficiently as he prepares everything, his gaze drifting over to you every so often. Soon enough, your apartment is filled with the scent of a delicious smelling breakfast and a plate filled with food is being placed down in front of you along with a fork.
Zayne props his forearms on the marble of the island you’re sat at and nods towards your food. “Eat.”
“A please would be nice.”
“A thank you would be nice.”
“A kiss would be nice.”
“Would it?” A smile tugs at his lips, and you nod with a hum as you pick up your fork. “I think so, too. Perhaps I’ll give you one once your plate is empty and those pills are gone.”
“Pinky promise?” You hold your pinky out to him, and he gives a soft shake of his hair, black hair swishing as he lets out a soft chuckle and twines his finger with yours.
“You’re such a child sometimes.”
“I keep you young.” You cut off a section of your pancakes and stuff it into your mouth, the sweet taste of the syrup coating your tastebuds and making you sigh. “An yawt.” You say around a mouthful of food, and he raises a brow as he moves your glass of water closer to you, but not before using his evol to make it ice cold.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full - you’ll choke.”
You swallow before speaking, fork already moving to gather another bite.
“So? You’re a doctor, you can just give me the heimlich.” It’s his turn to sigh.
“Just eat your food.”
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"It's you..."
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HEAR ME OUT OKAY
zayne coming back home after a long and tiring shift and needing to recharge ;;; imagine a really domestic setting with him getting pampered, being told how pretty he is, being spooned ough..
bottom line: LET HIM BE PAMPERED!!!! i need him to just be held while he sleeps, his hair being stroked lovingly and the only sound being his soft breaths as he leans into your touch
𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.
─── ∘°❉°∘ ───
Pairings: zayne x gn!reader
WC: 0.25k words
Warnings: fluff, pre-established relationship, no use of y/n
A/N: save me domestic fluff save me... title insp. by mcr.
─── °∘❉∘° ───
Exhausted. That was the only possible word to sum up his entire state of being──mind, body, and soul.
Upon hearing the small melodic chime indicative of the door's opening, you readily abandon your place on the couch to greet him. No matter the extent of which he scolded you for waiting up on him, you simply couldn't sleep without seeing him.
You coo softly at perceiving his worn out state, wrapping one arm around his neck as you use your other hand to smooth out the way he furrowed his brows.
"You'll get wrinkles," You mused softly.
He could only hum in response, eyelids dangerously heavy as he rested his head lightly on your shoulder. You lead him softly to the bedroom of your flat, gently tugging off his clothes in exchange for softer, finer fabrics as he mumbles something along the lines of thank you.
By the time you've finished your nightly routine, Zayne's already alarmingly close to drifting off. You cuddle up right beside him, admiring the way his eyelashes casted shadows along his face as you take a gentle hand to caress the side of his cheek before shifting your attention to petting the top of his hair.
"Pretty," You murmur aloud, kissing his forehead with hesitant lips, "you're so pretty, Zayne."
There was no indication of his response besides the most subtle tug of his lips. You pamper his face with kisses, whispering sincerities in between them as the soft lull of each other's breath guided you to sleep.
Entangled in each other's embrace, vulnerable and loved, this is what it meant to be at home.
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sometimes i hate being a writing major cause now when i read fanfics i don’t think “oh how cute” i think “oh no a comma splice” HNNNGGGG
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the alex albon approval test ☆ ls2 [ii]
pairing: logan sargeant x fem!reader [no faceclaim, reader is faceless]
summary: when alex's childhood friend makes an appearance on his instagram, logan is instantly smitten, but the universe insists on keeping them only as a missed connection, and alex isn't helping matters.
notes: ok this was supposed to be the ending but turns out i crave angst so there'll be one more part coming soon hehe
[part one]
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ynusername if anyone wants to dig up my problematic tweets from 2011 and use my digital footprint to ruin my career, be my guest 🫠
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logansargeant I'm not sure if your tweets about One Direction are gonna be bad enough to get you fired
ynusername i told you that in CONFIDENCE!
lilymhe one more week xx
alex_albon bring mr. meowgi to silverstone please
ynusername mr. meowgi has an appointment at the kitty spa the week of silverstone sorryyy 🩷
username1 yn rewatching the gp that she physically attended.. she's one of us fr
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logansargeant Tricky quali, but proud of the pace we have. All to play for tomorrow 👊
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ynusername "aLL To pLaY FoR tOmoRrOw" boooooo where's the PERSONALITY
logansargeant You are so mean to me oh my god blame my PR officer
ynusername was the blue steel in the first pic his idea, too?
logansargeant ...maybe
username2 RRRAHHH WHAT THE FUCK IS A Q1?? 🦅🇺🇸
alex_albon chin up king, don't let the haters get you down
logansargeant The hater in question is your best friend
alex_albon and i've never been more proud of her 🫶🏼
ynusername HAH
username3 what is this comment section 😭😭
ynusername
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ynusername appreciation post for the one who's been there for me through it all 💙 20 years and still going strong 💙 ily alex let's bring it home in silverstone this weekend
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username4 holy shit sometimes i forget how long alex and yn have been friends 😭
georgerussell63 Between this and the instagram story... why do I keep catching strays?
ynusername strays of love, georgie x
lilymhe TOO CUTE!!
alex_albon feeling very exposed but that's ok 🫶🏼 looking forward to the next 20 years of dealing with you
ynusername if anyone is doing the dealing, it's me
alex_albon we deal in equal measure
ynusername ok fair
username5 AWWW BABY ALEX!!!
logansargeant What a nerd
alex_albon outqualify me before you call me a nerd
ynusername alex don't make me delete this post be nice to him
alex_albon uuggghhhh
logansargeant No no keep being mean to me it's the only way I get her in my corner
ynusername
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ynusername alex and lily crashed the picnic and then we got rained out but before that it was a really great day
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lilymhe wasn't my idea 🤷🏻♀️
ynusername i know this and i love you
alex_albon sorry for the rain but not the other part
ynusername ur obsessed with me get a job
alex_albon you first
ynusername EXCUSE YOU
username6 pardon me miss but who is 'we'
username7 it's gotta be logan, no?
username8 i wanna say yes but he didn't even like the post so idk 😬
georgerussell63 No invite once again ☹️
williamsracing
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williamsracing Hey Silverstone 👋 We're home 💙
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username9 manifesting double points today 🙏🙏🙏
ynusername williams admin can we kiss
williamsracing 🤭🤭
alex_albon stop seducing my coworkers
logansargeant I object to that, I like to think I was the one doing the seducing
alex_albon nobody was talking to you white boy
username10 logan and yn confirmed???
alex_albon grow up
ynusername wow so much hate has spiraled from my comment of love...
williamsracing They'll never understand what we have 🫶🏻
tagging: @sonder-paradise hey girl
#[💌] reblogs#I CANT TELL JF J WANNT KISS YOH#OR STRANGLE YOU#ISTFG#I WAS GOOD AND DID MY FINAL TODAY AND EVERYTHING#but it was yummy thank you for feeding me 😞🫶
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return of the king
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too much information ☆ ln4
pairing: lando norris x fem!reader [no faceclaim, reader is faceless]
summary: yn and lando are couple goals around the mclaren garage, but they don't want oscar to feel left out. the problem? oscar would very much like to be left out.
notes: school has finally released me from its chokehold so i'm doing my part in filling the winter break void. part 2 of my logan smau is in the works, but in the meantime, here's this<3 enjoy!
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ynusername recent stuff (following my two favorite boys around like a stray puppy)
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mclaren Always a pleasure to have you in the garage! 🧡
landonorris nyoom
ynusername vroom, even
username1 always a good day when yn refers to lando and oscar as her favorite boys
oscarpiastri Thanks for buying me dinner 👍🏻
ynusername you're welcome kiddo 🫶
oscarpiastri Please don't call me that
mclaren
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mclaren pookie #1 and pookie #2 dump (📸 - ynusername)
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username2 WHO PUT THE ADMIN UP TO THIS
oscarpiastri Why would you say that
username3 im cackling this had to be yn's idea
landonorris pookie and proud 💪
username4 everyone say thank you yn for taking cute pics of our boys
ynusername you're welcome 😁
ynusername
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ynusername let! him! cook!!!!!
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username5 oh my god that is so much fire
oscarpiastri Do NOT let him cook I repeat do NOT let him cook
landonorris it was fine you big baby nobody got hurt 🙄
oscarpiastri I'd sure hope so??
username6 yn and lando are kind of unhinged together omg
username7 and that's why we love them 😌
mclaren Please bring our driver back to the paddock in one piece! 😬
landonorris all that fire and you were still the hottest thing in the kitchen 🥵🥵
ynusername 🤭🤭
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landonorris actually can't think of a better way to spend this life 🤍
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username8 CAPTION IM IN TEARS 😭😭
username9 where's my credit for sending you the video lando
landonorris how many times do i have to teach you this lesson old man?? 👊💪
maxverstappen1 Too sweet
ynusername you're my everything 💌
landonorris you ARE everything
oscarpiastri And Lando's just Ken
landonorris this guy gets it
maxfewtrell Happy for you or whatever
username10 glad to know i'm not the only one crying over that video of lando and yn
georgerussell63 Don't worry I am too
alex_albon me too
carlossainz55 Me three
username11 yo??
username12 help there are so many drivers in the comments 💀
oscarpiastri
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oscarpiastri Hanging out with Mum and Dad 👍🏻
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landonorris she started crying when she saw this btw
oscarpiastri Sorry?
landonorris don't be, it's the pregnancy hormones
ynusername I AM NOT PREGNANT DELETE THIS BEFORE THE WAG PAGES START POSTING
username13 ok but does oscar need a step-sister i wanna be part of this family
ynusername love u kiddo 🥹🧡
username14 oscar liking this comment oh we've come so far from when he used to tell her to stop calling him that
oscarpiastri I've stopped fighting it
tagging: @sonder-paradise hey girl<3
request: hiii, could you do a smau similar to ‘heart eyes’ but with lando and oscar is the suffering third wheel? -from anon
#[💌] reblogs#OH WHAT A SHAME#I GUESS ILL HAVE TO READ THE DELECTABLE SMAU#I WAS SO LOVINGLY TAGGED IN#i’m breaking into your apartment to kiss you
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