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[heyitspapayaontop]

I'll Be There For You

Request: 🌺

Pairing: Oliver Bearman x WEC Driver!reader

Themes: Minor angst with fluff<3

Warnings: Ferrari winning Le Mans <3 (CADILLAC PLEASE WIN THIS YEAR.)

Summary: In which you lost Le Mans while Ollie was in Montreal for a race and he refuses to let you cry on your own.

The Cadillac driver didn't have time to take off her helmet before the tears fell.

The lights at Le Mans were brutal—too bright, too sharp, shining down on a podium you weren’t standing on. Ferrari had taken it. Again. And this time, you’d made it to the final stint. You had a real shot. You had the lead. And then the car sputtered in pit lane, just once, just enough.

P2. Not even five seconds in it.

And you didn’t want to hear the interviews or the noise or the celebration that wasn’t yours.

So you called him.

Ollie answered on the second ring, still in the Haas hospitality suite in Montreal. His curls were damp from the post-quali rain, face tired from media duties, but the second he heard your voice—broken and trembling—he sat up straight.

“Hey, hey,” he whispered. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

You sniffled, voice small. “I lost, Ollie.”

He paused. “You came second at Le Mans, love. That’s not losing.”

“I was leading with twenty minutes to go,” you choked. “I let them down.”

“You didn’t let anyone down,” he said firmly. “You raced your heart out. Everyone saw it.”

You didn’t answer right away. He could hear you breathing, uneven, trying so hard not to cry harder.

“I just… I really wanted this one.”

“I know,” he whispered. “I know, baby. I’m proud of you. So, so proud of you.”

There was silence, soft and heavy, and then you barely whispered, “I wish you were here.”

That’s all it took.

The next morning, before most of the paddock in Montreal had even had coffee, Ollie was on a flight to France. No press. No fuss. Just him, hoodie pulled up, headphones in, watching the clouds blur past the window as he counted the hours until he could hold you.

By the time he got to the circuit, you were still in your post-race fireproofs, sitting on the pit wall with your arms wrapped around your knees, looking more like a ghost of yourself than the fighter he loved.

You looked up when you heard footsteps.

And then froze.

“Hi,” he said simply.

Your lip quivered. “You’re—how—”

“I told you I’d be where you needed me.”

You ran to him like the ground burned, and he caught you without a second thought, wrapping you up in his arms, your face pressed into his shoulder.

You were crying again, all the tears were back and falling into his hoodie.

He just held you, rubbing your back whispering sweet nothings.

“You tried, Love. You tried.”

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The next morning Ollie had never looked more serious in his life.

Sitting on the hotel balcony in a hoodie and sweatpants, his curls still messy from sleep, he had one hand around a mug of coffee and the other holding his phone to his ear.

“Pierre, I need your help,” he said, quietly but firmly.

There was a pause, and then— “Bearman?” “Yeah.” “It’s 6:42 in the morning.” “I know,” Ollie whispered, glancing back through the hotel window to where you were still asleep, curled up under the white sheets. “But it’s important.”

Pierre sighed dramatically. “Is this about your car?” “No.” “Your quali?” “No.” “...Are you dying?” “No!” Ollie hissed. “I need a place to take her for breakfast.”

Pierre went silent.

And then, “Ohhh.”

“Yeah.”

“She cried, didn’t she?”

Ollie smiled softly, eyes flicking back to you. “A river.”

Pierre’s voice softened too. “She deserved that win.”

“I know.”

“You showing up was good.”

“I want to do more.”

Pierre was quiet for a moment. Then: “Okay. There’s a bakery in the old quarter. Not touristy. Locals only. You’ll want a table in the back—sunlight comes through the window just right. Tell them Gasly sent you. They’ll know.”

Ollie blinked. “Why do you know that...? ”

“Because I’m French.”

“You’re too French.”

Pierre smirked through the phone. “You’re welcome, mon gars. Let her feel soft this morning. She gave the world everything yesterday.”

Ollie smiled, something warm blooming in his chest. “Yeah,” he said softly. “She really did.”

By 8:30am, you were in one of Ollie’s oversized sweatshirts, hair still a little messy, blinking in the soft morning light as he led you down a quiet cobblestone street, hand in yours.

“Where are we going?” you asked, cheeks still puffy from the night before.

“Somewhere only Pierre would know,” he said mysteriously.

You squinted. “You called Gasly?”

“I needed the inside scoop. I’m on breakfast duty. Don’t question my sources.” He grinned.

And when you reached the tiny café tucked between a flower shop and a bookstore, when you sat in the sunlit back corner, hands wrapped around warm mugs, buttery croissant melting on your tongue…

You smiled.

Just a little.

And Ollie relaxed. Because you were smiling again.

And that was everything.

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A/N: THIS IS ONE OF MY MANY FICS TO BE POSTED IN THE NEXT FEW DAYS!! I had a finals test this morning!

[itscalledastrategyfred]

I'll Be There For You

Request: 🌺

Pairing: Oliver Bearman x WEC Driver!reader

Themes: Minor angst with fluff<3

Warnings: Ferrari winning Le Mans <3 (CADILLAC PLEASE WIN THIS YEAR.)

Summary: In which you lost Le Mans while Ollie was in Montreal for a race and he refuses to let you cry on your own.

A/N: This is from my main @heyitspapayaontop, I write there mostly!!

The Cadillac driver didn't have time to take off her helmet before the tears fell.

The lights at Le Mans were brutal—too bright, too sharp, shining down on a podium you weren’t standing on. Ferrari had taken it. Again. And this time, you’d made it to the final stint. You had a real shot. You had the lead. And then the car sputtered in pit lane, just once, just enough.

P2. Not even five seconds in it.

And you didn’t want to hear the interviews or the noise or the celebration that wasn’t yours.

So you called him.

Ollie answered on the second ring, still in the Haas hospitality suite in Montreal. His curls were damp from the post-quali rain, face tired from media duties, but the second he heard your voice—broken and trembling—he sat up straight.

“Hey, hey,” he whispered. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

You sniffled, voice small. “I lost, Ollie.”

He paused. “You came second at Le Mans, love. That’s not losing.”

“I was leading with twenty minutes to go,” you choked. “I let them down.”

“You didn’t let anyone down,” he said firmly. “You raced your heart out. Everyone saw it.”

You didn’t answer right away. He could hear you breathing, uneven, trying so hard not to cry harder.

“I just… I really wanted this one.”

“I know,” he whispered. “I know, baby. I’m proud of you. So, so proud of you.”

There was silence, soft and heavy, and then you barely whispered, “I wish you were here.”

That’s all it took.

The next morning, before most of the paddock in Montreal had even had coffee, Ollie was on a flight to France. No press. No fuss. Just him, hoodie pulled up, headphones in, watching the clouds blur past the window as he counted the hours until he could hold you.

By the time he got to the circuit, you were still in your post-race fireproofs, sitting on the pit wall with your arms wrapped around your knees, looking more like a ghost of yourself than the fighter he loved.

You looked up when you heard footsteps.

And then froze.

“Hi,” he said simply.

Your lip quivered. “You’re—how—”

“I told you I’d be where you needed me.”

You ran to him like the ground burned, and he caught you without a second thought, wrapping you up in his arms, your face pressed into his shoulder.

You were crying again, all the tears were back and falling into his hoodie.

He just held you, rubbing your back whispering sweet nothings.

“You tried, Love. You tried.”

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The next morning Ollie had never looked more serious in his life.

Sitting on the hotel balcony in a hoodie and sweatpants, his curls still messy from sleep, he had one hand around a mug of coffee and the other holding his phone to his ear.

“Pierre, I need your help,” he said, quietly but firmly.

There was a pause, and then— “Bearman?” “Yeah.” “It’s 6:42 in the morning.” “I know,” Ollie whispered, glancing back through the hotel window to where you were still asleep, curled up under the white sheets. “But it’s important.”

Pierre sighed dramatically. “Is this about your car?” “No.” “Your quali?” “No.” “...Are you dying?” “No!” Ollie hissed. “I need a place to take her for breakfast.”

Pierre went silent.

And then, “Ohhh.”

“Yeah.”

“She cried, didn’t she?”

Ollie smiled softly, eyes flicking back to you. “A river.”

Pierre’s voice softened too. “She deserved that win.”

“I know.”

“You showing up was good.”

“I want to do more.”

Pierre was quiet for a moment. Then: “Okay. There’s a bakery in the old quarter. Not touristy. Locals only. You’ll want a table in the back—sunlight comes through the window just right. Tell them Gasly sent you. They’ll know.”

Ollie blinked. “Why do you know that...? ”

“Because I’m French.”

“You’re too French.”

Pierre smirked through the phone. “You’re welcome, mon gars. Let her feel soft this morning. She gave the world everything yesterday.”

Ollie smiled, something warm blooming in his chest. “Yeah,” he said softly. “She really did.”

By 8:30am, you were in one of Ollie’s oversized sweatshirts, hair still a little messy, blinking in the soft morning light as he led you down a quiet cobblestone street, hand in yours.

“Where are we going?” you asked, cheeks still puffy from the night before.

“Somewhere only Pierre would know,” he said mysteriously.

You squinted. “You called Gasly?”

“I needed the inside scoop. I’m on breakfast duty. Don’t question my sources.” He grinned.

And when you reached the tiny café tucked between a flower shop and a bookstore, when you sat in the sunlit back corner, hands wrapped around warm mugs, buttery croissant melting on your tongue…

You smiled.

Just a little.

And Ollie relaxed. Because you were smiling again.

And that was everything.

[prettydaisygirl]

boyfriend!James Potter x fem!reader who thinks he's cheating ✿ 1.8k words

cw: fem reader, reader thinks James is cheating (he isn't), James is a professional athlete and kind of a himbo, reader is jealous/a bit possessive of James, Sirius and Remus back reader up, angst with a happy ending

james potter masterlist

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James Potter. Your beautiful, wonderful, oh so sweet boyfriend. He is the best man in the world. Except he has one flaw. 

He is way, way too trusting. 

You believe it’s because of his heart, too big for his body. He carries his emotions like a badge of honor, wanting to be good and see the good in others. And because of this, your boyfriend can be a little naive. 

“Jamie, I just don’t think it’s a good idea-“ You’re trying to reason with him, but as lovely as James is, he is also stubborn. 

“I just don’t see why you are making such a big deal out of this, angel.” James is wiping down plates, setting them aside for the team dinner tonight. “Olivia is a part of the team, she asked if she could come!” “She’s not a part of the team, she’s your social media manager.” You argue, rolling your eyes, but James doesn’t let up.

“She told me she thinks you have something against her.” You stop for a moment at James’ words, placing the towel you just finished folding aside. You raise your eyebrows at your boyfriend.

“And her words are so much more important than mine?” 

James seems to know he struck the wrong cord when his shoulders sink a bit. “That’s not what I said. But you did ignore her the entire dinner last week.”

“I told you when you came home from that meet in Florida, James. She was all over you, I watched it on tv.” You hate the way you sound, you know James doesn’t see Olivia’s actions the way you do. 

“You haven’t really met her, my love. I promise once you do, you’ll see that she is just our social media manager, and she wants us to look good so we get more sponsors!” James makes his way in front of you where you sit on the couch, kneeling down to meet your level. “Just give her a chance.”

You really rather wouldn’t. You’d rather James listen to you when you tell him about your concerns. But you know tomorrow’s meet is important to your boyfriend, so you decide to swallow your pride and nod.

“Fine.”

You regret agreeing almost immediately. 

Your house swarms with tall, athletic men. You don’t know when your home became the pre-meet dinner spot, but you don’t mind. You find great pride in helping James and his team do well. 

Olivia shows up after the rest of the team has arrived. When you open the door, her grin falters for a second before she reaches out a hand to greet you, squeezing too tight. She eyes you up and down and you decide to attach yourself to James for the evening. 

You latch yourself onto his side, arm around his waist. His own settles around your shoulders and for most of the dinner you can keep the green jealousy monster at bay. Especially when surrounded by his teammates, laughing and joking at the dinner table.

The best part about James’ team is that the others have seemingly adopted you. Remus and Sirius especially, given their lifelong friendship with your boyfriend. You’re always with them, and you consider them very close friends.

You’re chatting with Remus about his new favorite novel when you realize James has been in the bathroom for a long time. Remus sees the moment he loses your attention, your brow furrowing as your eyes scan over the room, looking for James in the small crowd of his teammates. He isn’t there.

“Are you looking for James?” Remus asks, eyes darting around, and your expression changes, mouth pursing a bit.

“And she’s gone too…” You whisper, under your breath but loud enough for Remus to hear. He seems to put the pieces together right as you stalk off toward the staircase.

Your heart pounds as you make your way upstairs, toward the bathroom. You feel your head spin when the door is open and the light is off. 

Things get worse when you hear James’ voice. You can’t make out what he’s saying but it comes from the bedroom. You step closer, and the next words you are able to make out definitely come from Olivia’s mouth. 

“Why does she even need to know?” The words sound sultry, spoken slow and sweet in a way that makes every hair on your body raise up.

The door is cracked open just enough for you to see the two of them. She is sitting on your bed, her perfectly manicured hand wrapped tightly around your boyfriend’s wrist. You can’t see James’ face and you’re glad for it.

“Olivia-“ His warm, rich tone reaches your ears but you’re gone before you can hear anything else. You try to flee silently down the hall, down the stairs, and past the team. You’re two feet away from the door when Sirius steps into your path and you bump into him.

“Hey-“ He starts to greet you with a smile but it drops the moment he sees your face. You don’t know what you look like. Frantic, maybe? Are you flushed? Crying? You aren’t sure, all you feel is the need to get out of here. “Woah, are you alright?”

“I just-“ You take a heavy breath and move to step around him. You can definitely feel tears pooling in your eyes now and you shake your head. “I have to go.”

The last thing you see before the door shuts behind you is Remus approaching Sirius with a questioning look on his face, looking toward the door where you left. 

You walk for a while, nervous to go too far. You turn off your phone, just wanting some space and to be left alone for a while. You stay in familiar areas, especially given how the sun has fully set now. Eventually you reach the park near your house and take a seat on a bench. 

Your mind races. You didn’t see or hear anything that explicitly suggested your boyfriend was considering having an affair with the team’s social media manager. But her voice, the way she was holding his wrist. It’s obvious that’s what she was asking him. 

There are two different possibilities here. You couldn’t see James’ face, only his back and the way he stood in front of her. Either he was going along with it, or he wasn’t.

You know James. James loves you, and he is not a man who is afraid of showing it. He’s always getting you flowers and little gifts, leaving you small love notes. Before he leaves for every practice he gives you an extra long kiss to your lips, then your forehead, and he whispers, “I love you, angel.” You know James.

So, why hadn’t he pulled away from her? 

It was that thought that kept you on the bench. You sit there longer than you should. Any other night, any other circumstance, if you were out this late and James couldn’t reach you, you know he’d be worried sick. Your legs are stiff and your lower back aches when you finally stand. The walk back to your house is miserable, your soul heavy with anticipation. You don’t know what you will do if this somehow ends with you losing James. 

The lights are still on when you approach the house. The only car left in the driveway is James’ so you know all of his teammates have gone home. That means Olivia is gone too. 

Your feet drag as you move up the steps to the front door. You know it’s unlocked but you get your key out and move to unlock it anyway, just to delay this for just a moment. Every second is heavy with possibility, your heart aching. 

The door creaks open and you step inside. James sits up on the living room couch and the two of you lock eyes immediately. The first thing you notice is that his eyes are red-rimmed and swollen, they probably ache as much as yours do. You hate the thought that he has been crying here by himself. 

James stands, and he’s in front of you before you can blink. He gathers you into his arms like you’re something precious and you feel the warm heat of his breath on your neck as he exhales shakily. You wrap your arms around him too, grasping gently at the fabric of his shirt.

“Angel,” He breathes into your skin, and you find your eyes closing. His scent is warm, familiar and comforting. For a moment, just a moment, you let yourself go, focusing only on how wonderful it is to be in his arms. 

His voice pulls you out of it, rough and scratchy from crying. “I’m sorry I really didn’t think-“

You open your eyes to blink up at him when he pulls back. This is the worst conversation the two of you have ever had and it hasn’t even really started yet. You hate fighting with him. 

“Jamie-“ You start to say something. To tell him that you just need him to tell you he loves you. But you don’t get the chance, he’s already speaking.

“No, listen. I’m so sorry, I should have listened to you,” The look on his face breaks your heart, and when his eyes turn glassy, you can’t help but find your own burning again. “I thought she was just being nice, that she wanted to do a project for the team. I didn’t- when she said ‘we’, I didn’t think she meant her and I, I thought she meant the team, you know?” 

“Jamie-“ Your quiet, shaky voice barely breaks through his rambling explanation. His hands move to cup your face. 

“Sirius and Remus already chewed me out, and I know I messed up.” He says, his voice cracking a bit. His expression is raw and a tear slips down his cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” The words are barely out of your mouth when he kisses you. You don’t know if it is the intensity of the situation or the buildup of emotions but you find your knees weak and your grip on him tightening. 

“Jamie-“ You whisper against his lips, a silent plea.

“We fired her.” He whispers back, lips disconnecting from yours as he leans back just enough to look in your eyes. “As soon as I realized what she was asking me, I shut her down.”

“I know.” You tell him. And you do. You know James loves you, and you believe him when he tells you nothing happened with Olivia. “I shouldn’t have… run off. I just needed some time to think. And now you have your meet tomorrow and-“

“Don’t worry about me. I just need you.” James brushes his lips against your forehead before placing another lingering kiss to your lips.

“I love you, angel.” 

“I love you too, Jamie.” 

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© prettydaisygirl

[blueberrybirdsworld]

Collision 4/20

Summary:

Lando always had a type : blonde, models, not ready to settle down. Yet once he met her, all his world is changed and he slowly start to realises maybe he was wrong all this time.

It's a prequel story of The Cat Distribution System, on how Lando Norris fall in love with Ariana. Could be read seperatly.

Pairing : lando norris x original female character

Genre : SMAU, Fluff, slow burn, enventual smut and angst

Warning : none

CHAPTER 4 : SMAU

Serie Masterlist

@landonorris

Life lately: city nights, soft lights, slow things 🎼

@pietra you forgot “dragged to the ballet and actually kinda loved it” 😌🩰

@maxfewtrell he's lying. man was into act II don't let him pretend otherwise

@carlossainz55 slow things? who is this poetic new version of you

@formula1fashion slide 4… tux?? okay classy king

@curiouscatfan is that a program for The Nutcracker? 👀

@slowcircuits love this whole soft mood. winter season lando is ✨

@arianariverria

Opening night in Royal Opera still lingers in my limbs. Thank you to the ones who made it feel like gold 🩰🤍

@ballerinasoflondon You were luminous on stage

@velvetdanse this is what grace looks like

@stagequietly saw you last night — truly breathtaking 🩰

@quietballetgirl this bouquet is straight out of a novel. you’re magic.

@balletfansunited whoever gave you those flowers has taste 😍

Instagram Story – @pietra

@f1casuals not pietra casually giving us ballet night with the lads content 😭 I love it here

@ballerinasonthegrid wait was doing Lando and Max at The Nutcracker??

@fashionf1blog tbh obsessed with this whole aesthetic

@quietobserver32 Lando looked like the adoptive son of Max and Pietra

@f1winterwatch #LandoNorris seen by fans at the Royal Opera House in London for opening night of The Nutcracker during winter break. Dressed in full tux and accompanied by close friend Max Fewtrell and Pietra Pilao, the McLaren driver was photographed looking very out of his usual element.

Fans were quick to clock the ballet program in hand — and even quicker to spiral. Sources say he stayed through the full performance and went to the after show gala, according to Max’s own comments he was “weirdly into Act II.” 👀.

@f1girlie lando norris watching ballet in a tux… literally what dimension is this

@chaoticgrid so we all agree this is Pietra’s doing right??

@curiouspitlane "weirdly into Act II" IS THE FUNNIEST THING I’VE EVER READ

@formulafits not me falling in love with winter opera lando. he’s just like a victorian novel character now

@gridgossipgirl he’s not suddenly into ballet y’all 😂 he prob just got roped in by max and pietra

@f1curiosity don’t forget it was donors night at the Royal Opera… PR move?? 👀

@midfielddreams let’s be real: this is 100% media team damage control for the party boy Lando headlines

@offtrackantics tbh i wouldn’t be shocked if McLaren told him to show face and act classy for once lol

@slowburnsundays he looked good. that’s all i’m taking from this. tux Lando supremacy

@gridoverdramatic we’ve gone from ibiza yachts to ballet in a month 😭 PR team is working overtime

@f1goat not buying the “soft boy era” spin yet. we’ve seen the club videos. we remember.

@quietlyofftrack maybe he was just trying to support pietra. like. sometimes guys do wholesome things to balance the chaos

@fansofthegrid i know everyone’s like “image change!!!” but honestly?? maybe he just likes dressing up and sitting down for 2 hours

Texts messages :

Unknown Number hi so, this might be weird unless it’s not? I don’t know

Ariana Who is this?

Unknown Number right, yeah sorry it’s Lando from the other night I get your number trough the dancers contact list I hope it's okay, I swear I’m not weird

Ariana …Norris?

Lando yes, that one Formula One guy bad-at-tuxedos guy

Ariana I remember You weren’t that bad at tuxedos

Lando 😅 thanks I practiced standing still in a mirror beforehand

Ariana Impressive. So, what’s this text about?

Lando right, yeah ok so this isn’t like a thing like it’s not a date not that I wouldn’t, I mean it could be not that it has to be I just thought—

Ariana Breathe.

Lando okay resetting hi again

Ariana Hello again.

Lando I wanted to see if you might want to come to this gathering thing, not like a wild party or anything just friends, pizza, blankets, probably candles Pietra said something about fairy lights and “safe vibes”

Ariana That’s… quite the pitch

Lando I panicked halfway through and committed to the bit

Ariana I could tell So you’re inviting me to a not-a-party?

Lando yes, very chill Max is hosting and Pietra’s coming no pressure at all, if you hate it you can pretend you weren’t even there

Ariana Are you always this nervous when texting?

Lando only when the person I’m texting is kind of intimidating and elegant and casually tore my ego in half at a club once

Ariana Fair And do you usually invite said people to pizza nights?

Lando no, this is a new thing trying something different slower quieter less… tequila and regrettable decisions

Ariana I appreciate that Maybe

Lando maybe yes or maybe “I’ll disappear for three months and never answer again”?

Ariana Maybe yes if I’m not busy and if the playlist isn’t terrible

Lando Max made the playlist so yes it’s terrible but we can change it if you come

Ariana Tempting

Lando pls come I already told Pietra I invited you and she’s going to mock me forever if you don’t

Ariana Send the address I’ll think about it

Lando [📍Shared Location] okay sent thank you for being gentle with how awkward I am I swear I’m cooler in person actually no, that’s probably a lie

Ariana It’s fine I don’t like cool people anyway

Lando 😳 I’ll take that as a win

Taglist : @angelluv16, @httpsxnox, @anunstablefangirl, @chocolatemagazinecupcake, @mayax2o07, @freyathehuntress, @verogonewild, @esw1012

Let me know if you wanted to be added to the taglist !

[souryogurt64]

i just wanted to say i had NO idea what meredith was doing on her Public social media and that i think you have very correct and intelligent views about all of this esp. with the treatment of women in the modern emo/dcd2 scene

Thank you lol, I know some of this is like shit stirring or trolling or whatever but Fall Out Boy are a band with a long and documented history of misogyny and inappropriate relationships with teenagers. It is very wrong that-- after this sudden, violent shift in political climate-- they have started pushing all this stuff about "fucking old men, so young, barely legal," "shooting fat sluts," calling old men daddy, being "daddy's little princess," women "looking cute on their knees," black women being "ratchet," women having "loose pussies," and men rating women out of 10, and anybody who criticizes it being called ugly on Twitter.

Sexual music can be empowering feminist speech and many feminist artists express themselves this way. But "Look at that fat slut, let's shoot her" and "He rates you a 1 and me a 10" is not that. At all. Additionally, both Pete and Patrick said they'd never let their daughters pursue music because of how female artists are pressured to be sexual. This is wrong, and it's the one very small drum I'm prepared to bang and the one very small hill I'm prepared to die on in this global descent into fascism and the loss of women's rights lol.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

hi hi hi idk if this will come out right but! i would trust you to write a hanahaki au! i mean this as a compliment!!! you write soulmate aus that are actually riveting to me when most depictions of it just piss me off with amatonormativity or shitty romance like idk its difficult to describe. like...i used to like hanahaki aus when they stuck to the original concept of "curse that effects people who push down and hide their feelings by making them choke on their emotions in the form of real flowers in their lungs, which is cured by opening up and letting your feelings out without worrying about recieving anything in return" but at some point it became popular to depict hanahaki as "disease that can afflict somebody who loves you romantically and the only cures are you loving them back or they get a surgery that makes them incapable of romantic love forever(which is always depicted as like the fucking worst thing you can do to yourself basically being walking dead) and also maybe forget about you and how important you were to each other completely and you gotta develop feelings for them before they get the surgery that makes them lose feelings and/or memory or they decide not to tell you and die because you never fucking knew they liked you too or they tell you and everyone guilt trips you about not returning their feelings like thats a thing you can just choose to do?" if its not forcing romance at gunpoint its just angst "mutual unrequited love" that kills both characters in a pairing and is just a real fucking bummer and hardly ever done interestingly. going through your soulmate fridays makes me crazy because im like this fucking ROCKS. musicfeedsmysoul12 would never do me wrong because shes a fucking evil genius. you could do the lost art of actually interesting hanahaki. i mean this as a compliment and i fucking love your work i hope you live a wonderful life 1,000 hearts beam at you

Ah, thank you! Enjoy this gift~

"Wait... what?" Midoriya's baffled expression, even as he coughed up yet another bloody petal, caused Ochako heartache.

"You're going to die, Midoriya!" she sniffed. "Unless you get the surgery-"

"I've had Hanahaki before," Midoriya sounded bored. "It happens." He coughed up more petals. "Shit."

"What?!" Ochako felt her brain almost break. "But... you're alive?!" she spluttered. "Did you get the surgery?"

"...Wait, have you ever met anyone with Hanahaki?" Izuku asked, squinting at Ochako. She felt her face flush.

"No," she admitted. She saw all the shows and read plenty of books.

"You know half of what the media says is lies, right?" Izuku asked seriously. Ochako crossed her arms.

"I know, but Hanahaki is serious, right, guys?" she turned to their friends.

"It is!" Iida nodded, looking worried. Todoroki, though, shook his head along with Tsu.

"I've had hatred Hanahaki, before," he offered.

"I've had it too, ribbit," Tsu said. "It's really not like the shows."

"Yeah. I mean... I should have- known-" Izuku broke out into harsh coughs, shaking his head. "Fuck. Okay, Tsu," he turned to the frog girl and for a second, Ochako felt her heart break.

She had hoped...

"Tsu, I have a giant crush on you that I've been ignoring because you're gay," Izuku admitted. "You're beautiful, funny, and all around a bad ass. I am sorry if this causes any issue in our friendship."

"It won't," Tsu promised. She reached out to pat Izuku on the shoulder. "I'm amazing, I know," she said with a smirk. Izuku laughed, and...

Was his voice already clearing up? How?

Was... was this really all there was to it?

[whoevenheckinknows]

If He's Anything Like Me (JayDickWeek Day 6 & OJTW Day 5)

AO3

Fandom: Batman All Media Types

Rating: T

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson

Tags: jaydickweek2025, omegajasontoddweek 2025, ojtw 2025, jaydickweek day 6, ojtw day 5, dimension travel, jason is insecure, Non-traditional Alpha/beta/omega dynamics, omega Jason Todd, alpha dick Grayson, omega dick Grayson, no beta we die like jason todd, Do not post to other sites, Cross-Posted on tumblr, POV Third Person

Summary: When Jason gets sent to another dimension while chasing a magician, he runs into the Nightwing and Red Hood of that dimension. Because of this, he has to face some insecurities about himself and his feelings towards his own Dick Grayson.

A/N: So, I had a fic I was supposed to finish and post for Wednesday, but I got really into it and started worldbuilding and so I've been working on that a lot. I'll post it when its finished, and still put it in the OJT and JD week series/collection cause that's what its for.

But enough about Wednesday, have this piece for today!

JayDickWeek Day 6: Fairytale/Mythology AU | Batman!Dick/Jason | Time/Dimension Travel

OmegaJasonToddWeek Day 5: Emergency/Critical Heat/Rut | Ivy's Pollen Turns Omega Slick Addictive | Omegas are the Hunters During Mating Chases | Jason is Insecure

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Most of the time, Jason loves being the Red Hood. He loves the satisfaction of ending those who think they can take advantage of others. Of taking down rapists, and those who think they can mess with omegas or kids. He loves the power he feels as people tremble before him, as if he's a terrifying alpha about to rip out their throats for doing wrong. He loves the thrill of swinging through Crime Alley, knowing that this is his city, and those below him are his people, the ones he protects with his all

But sometimes. Some fucking times. Jason fucking hates it.

Like right now.

He's swinging through Gotham, long since passing the boundary out of Crime Alley, in pursuit of a magician who's wreaking havoc throughout the city. Hood caught wind of him after he hurt one of the working girls in his territory. Tonight he finally caught sight of him, and hell if he's letting the man out of his sight.

Of course, leaving his territory means he's bound to run into a bat or two in the process.

"Heyya, Hood. Lovely night for a swing, huh?" Nightwing's cheery voice cuts through his coms, and Hood doesn't need to look over to see the man swinging beside him.

"I'm busy, Dickwing, so either help me or fuck off."

"What's the situation?" Nightwing's tone is still far too cheery for Hood, but he can hear the slight alpha growl in his throat.

"Fucking magician." He shoots back. "Hurt one of my girls a few nights ago and I finally caught sight of him. Pursuing him now."

"Why didn't you call for backup?" Something in Nightwing's tone raises Hood's hackles and he bares his teeth. Doesn't matter that Nightwing can't see it with the helmet on.

"I don't need to crawl to some fucking alpha every time I'm in pursuit of someone." Hood snarls. "I can handle myself just fine."

Jason fucking hates this feeling. The feeling of being looked down on just because of one fucking part of him. Sure. Jason's an omega. But goddamnit, he can handle himself. He's strong and capable, and he's killed dozens of supposedly stronger alphas, no problem.

It's worse that it's Dick. Because this is the type of behavior Jason would have been thrilled to have aimed at him before. Back when he was just a pup in a new home who just wanted the alpha to care for him and protect him and love him. But no. Instead, Dick kept his distance, not bothering to try and bond with his new packmate.

And then Jason came back, and suddenly Dick was acting like the alpha he should have been. Except, now Jason doesn't need it. Doesn't need him. Jason is stronger and smarter than most alphas, despite being an omega. So that fact that Dick still chooses to think of him as incapable of taking care of himself hurts. It feels like he's trying to force Jason to be the weak little omega he's 'supposed' to be. The weak little omega that he's not, and never will be again.

Even if it would get Dick to mate with him. He refuses to play into society's misogynistic stereotypes.

"I know you can, Little Wing." Nightwing's response pulls Hood out of his thoughts. Fuck, how long did he lose focus. The magician is still in sight, albeit slightly farther away than he was before. Hood snarls.

"Don't fucking call me that!" He's not some little pup that the alpha needs to coddle.

The magician turns down a road and just like that he loses visuals. He curses.

"I take back what I said before. Just fuck off and let me focus on my work." He changes his grapple's angle in hopes of cutting off the magician. Nightwing follows him despite his words.

Hood ignores the alpha for the time being in order to focus on the chase. But when he turns the same corner he knows the magician went, he curses again. There's no sight of him anywhere.

Hood lands on the alley ground, and does a sweep of the place. Hearing Nightwing land not long after, Hood whirls around to snarl at him. "This is your fucking fault. If you didn't distract me, I wouldn't have lost him."

Nightwing's expression turns hurt, and Hood's instincts scream at him to apologize. To wipe that hurt expression off his matethe alpha's face. He forces the feeling down as he growls again.

Had Hood not turned to face Nightwing, had he not been distracted by his anger, he would have noticed the magician reappear right away. As it stands, he is turned around and he is distracted, and so Nightwing's the only one to see the magician ready the spell.

"Hood, look out!" Nightwing yells as he tries to rush to Hood's side. He doesn't make it in time. Because before Hood can even turn around to see what the other is referring to, there's a blinding light in his vision and his body goes numb.

When feeling returns, and light fades from his sight, Hood analyzes his surroundings. Hood recognizes the feeling of some sort of teleportation spell, so he already knows he's probably not where he was moments before.

Then again, it definitely looks like the same place. The surrounding buildings look similar at least. But Nightwing is no longer nearby and Hood can't find any trace of the magician. Time or dimension travel, then.

Two pairs of footfalls sound behind Hood, causing him to pull his guns out as he twirls around. He didn't smell anyone coming, so he has no idea if they are friend or foe. In front of him are two people he recognizes, and he lowers his guns slightly. The first is Nightwing, looking as cheery as ever especially as he notices just who Hood is. And the other is… the Red Hood.

That explains the lack of smell, at least. Bat grade scent blockers can block just about anything.

"Year?" Is all he asks them.

"2025." Nightwing responds. Same year as him then. Hood nods.

"Dimension travel, then."

"How'd ya get sent here?" The Red Hood, and fuck Hood's just gonna call him Red, asks.

"Fucking magician." Red nods sympathetically.

"We'll take you to the cave, see if we can figure out how to get you home."

Nightwing motions for Hood to follow as they both pull out their grapples. Together, the three of them make their way to where the two stashed their motorcycles. The two resident vigilantes don't even hesitate to both hop onto Nightwing's bike, Red sitting behind the other vigilante with his arms wrapped around Nightwing's waist.

"Uh…" Hood doesn't know how to react. It's not like he has the keys to this Red Hood's motorcycle. Different dimension means the possibility of different keys and codes, and Hood doesn't want to risk setting off any traps.

"Oh right. Here." Red states, keeping one arm around Nightwing's waist and using the other to reach into his belt to pull out the key fob. He tosses it to Hood, who easily catches it.

"You're letting me ride it?" If it were him, he's sure he wouldn't be so casual letting someone else drive his bike, even if it's an alternate version of himself. Red shrugs.

"You're me. I trust ya. 'Sides." He wraps his arm back around Nightwing, squeezing tightly. "I ain't letting you touch my Nightwing."

Nightwing lets out a hearty laugh at that, revving his bike as he does. "Oh calm down, Little Wing. You just said you trust him. I'm sure he wouldn't do anything untoward." Mechanical grumbling is the only response. Nightwing just laughs again, patting the arms around him.

Hood stares at the two, even as he hops on Red's bike and starts it up. He's not sure how to process how the two are acting. They seem… close. Hood wishes he was that close with his own Nightwing.

The sound of two motorcycles fills the air as the vigilantes make their way to the Batcave. Hood keeps behind the others, watching as Red leans his head into Nightwing's back contently.

~~~

The visit to the Batcave doesn't last long. No one is there, all out on their own patrol routes, and so they have free reign over the technology it holds. A magic scanner is all that's needed to determine the type of spell placed on Jason. One only deals with different dimensions or times so many times before implementing something like that.

It's a time based spell. Twenty-four hours minimum, a week maximum. Then Jason will automatically be sent home. There's nothing to do but wait.

"You can always stay at the manor." Dick suggests. Him and Jay (that's what Jason has decided to call other-him) are both out of their vigilante suits and dressed in casual clothes. Jason himself has only taken his helmet off for now. They all still have their scent blockers on though. The other two are standing in front of the computer monitor, Jay with his chin hooked over Dick's shoulder as they both look over at Jason. Jay's hands are on Dick's hips again.

"Fuck that." Jason responds. "I deal with it enough with my own Bruce, I don't need an alternate version of him going all alpha on me." Jay snorts at that, likely in agreement. "I'll figure something else out."

"Well what about staying with us? We already know you're here, if you want that number to stay small it's probably your best bet."

Jason considers the offer before stilling at the implications. "Us?"

Jay raises an eyebrow. "Yeah. Dickie and I live together." His eyes then narrow. "Ain't gonna be an issue, is it?"

"No, just shocked is all." Jason holds up his hands placatingly. "Dickhead and I aren't nearly that friendly with each other."

Jay scrutinizes him for a moment before finding something in his gaze. His eyes soften and he nods. He lets go of Dick and gestures for Jason to follow him to the locker room. "Lets find you something to change into for now. You can borrow something more comfortable when we get to the apartment."

Jason follows and gets changed into one of Jay's spare outfits. When he's done, he makes his way back into the main cave. He stops in the doorway when he catches sight of Jay and Dick. The two are close together, Dick's arms around Jay's neck and Jay's around Dick's waist. They do nothing more than stand there, whispering to each other in hushed voices that Jason can't hear. Jason can't help but wonder how the two got so comfortable with each other that Jay is willing to accept Dick's plethora of hugs and physical affection. He wonders if there's a chance he can get to that point with his own Dick.

Dick catches sight of him first, giving him a large smile as he detaches himself from Jay. "You ready to go?"

Jason nods and follows the two to where the bats keep their civilian vehicles. Despite having plenty of bikes to choose from, just like before Jay slides onto the back of the same bike as Dick.

"Just pick one." Jay calls. "Keys are all in the ignitions."

Jason hops onto one he is familiar with in his own dimension. He follows the two resident bats out of the cave, allowing them to lead him to where they, apparently, share an apartment.

Jason is still reeling at that fact. He can't imagine being able to live in the same space as the alpha. Constantly being surrounded by his strong comforting smell, but never able to do anything about it. It would be torture. It would be wonderful.

They lead him to an apartment building not quite in Crime Alley, but not far outside of its borders. A perfect central location for their patrol routes. They park their vehicles in a side alley and make their way to an apartment on the top floor.

Jason makes himself comfy on the couch while Dick goes to grab some better clothes for Jason and Jay goes to boil some water for tea. Jason tries to offer help, but Jay looks offended at the thought.

"I know Alfie taught you better than to let a guest help with refreshments." Jason doesn't argue. He's just as proud as Jay when it comes to Alfie's rules, so he allows himself to fall into the guest role.

Jason takes the time to analyze the room as the water boils. It looks lived in, unlike the safehouses Jason tends to live out of. Books line bookshelves, with many of Jason's favorites within easy reach, and there's not a single speck of dust in sight. He takes a deep breath, smelling the intermingling scents of Jay and Dick filling the home. Proof that this really is where the two live together. Except…

Jason takes another sniff. There's something off about the two smells in the room. Maybe it's just Jason smelling a different source of his own scent, but there is a twinge of wrong that fills Jason as he breathes in.

"Here's some better clothes for you." Dick interrupts him, holding out a pile of less worn-out and better quality clothes. Jason takes it with a thanks, and goes to where Dick points out the bathroom to get dressed.

He dresses quickly before leaving the bathroom once more. The apartment is small, so the little hallway Jason is in only has the bathroom door and one other. The other door is ajar, and the mixed scents of Jay and Dick waft out of it even stronger than the living room. Jason still feels that itch of wrongness in his chest even with the stronger scent.

Jason furrows his eye brows. Do the two… share a bed?

Jason shakes his head, not wanting to think about what that could mean. Doesn't want to get his hopes up. He makes his way back into the other room only to be stopped in his tracks. There in the kitchen, Jason watches as Dick stands on his tippy toes, his lips locked with Jay's as the two kiss each other softly.

Jason must have made a noise at the sight, because Jay breaks the kiss to look at him almost immediately. "Looks like our guest is back, Pretty Bird."

Dick looks over at Jason and smiles again. Only for his smile to fade just at quickly as he takes Jason in. "You okay over there?"

"Wha-" Jason doesn't know what to say. This… explains a few things and opens so many other questions. "How… when…?"

"I think we broke him." Jay chuckles out as he turns the stove off to make his way over to Jason. "You good dude?"

"You two are together." Is all Jason is able to get out.

"Yup" Jay responds, popping the p as he leans against the couch casually.

"How?"

"I mean, it took a lot of work, and a shit ton of communication, but we made it in the end." Jay looks Jason in the eyes as he continues. "You could too if you just talk to him."

Jason is already shaking his head. "No way. There's no way an alpha like Dickie would ever want such an aggressive omega like me. There's no way anyone would want someone who is the exact antithesis of what an omega should be."

It's their turn to look confused. They turn to look at each other before looking back at Jason.

"Alpha?" Dick asks, but Jason doesn't really register his question. He just continues talking as he starts pacing back and forth. If anyone will understand his insecurities, it'll be himself, right? And if Jay somehow managed to get with Dick, then surely the other man is already aware of these issues.

"It's just. What alpha would want an omega who's as fucking headstrong and stubborn as me? Someone who could rip his throat out as quickly as he could rip out mine? What could Dick possibly ever see in me?"

Jason stops his pacing when an arm catches his shoulder. He turns to see it's Dick who holds him in his grasp. "Well, I think you're the perfect omega. You're protective and fierce, and you care so much about pups that it drives me crazy. But even if you weren't the perfect omega, I would still love you, and I'm pretty sure your Dick would too."

Jason's still not convinced and Dick sighs. "Then again, there's a big difference between me and your Dick, apparently. But if anything, that would probably make it more likely that he wants you."

"And what's that?"

"Well," Dick reaches up to where his scent blocker is still covering the gland on his neck. He pulls it off as he finishes. "I'm not an alpha."

Dick's scent floods the room and Jason inhales sharply on instinct. The scent is mostly the same as his own Dick's, but there's one major difference. Suddenly the wrong feeling in his chest grows stronger, as instead of the spicy scent that his own Dick has that indicates his alpha designation, there is the hint of sweetness that indicates an omega.

Jason is stunned once more. Dick resumes his speech when he sees Jason isn't going to say anything. "Jay and I had to work through a lot of things in order to be together. Including the stigma of two omegas being together. If your Dick is anything like me, he wants you as much as you want him. And he's even more likely to be able to have you, being an alpha."

"But," Jason's throat is dry and he has to swallow before speaking again. "But what if it's just your omega instincts wanting to be with someone who resembles an alpha, even if he's not actually one?"

Dick gives him a soft look. "I already told you. I think you're the perfect omega. My instincts could never mistake you for an alpha. And besides." Dick cups Jason's cheek softly, and Jason has to hold back a whine at the touch. "You are more than your designation, Jason. If your Dick can't see that, he doesn't deserve you."

"You really think so?" Jason's voice breaks at the question.

"I know so." Dick smiles warmly, his scent flooding with the smell of care-protection-affection-love.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

END NOTE: Wasn't sure how to end this, and I don't have much more time to write, so have an abrupt ending.

This is once again another fic that I had a smut idea for but ended up not writing it. One day I'll get comfortable writing smut more, and actually be able to write more of the smut ideas I get. And maybe one day I'll write more for this.

I wanted to make a fic for tomorrow, but I'm so invested in Wednesday's fic idk if I'll get to it on time or at all. Same with Sunday's fic. Ill definitely write that one but it may not be on time.

If there's any errors, feel free to say in the comments. Or if you just want to talk.

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[straightbaittournament]

may the best bait win! propaganda under the cut

sosuke and miu:

Had very clear set-up with multiple moments showing Miu be into Sousuke (for example, someone says "when you think of someone you like, you get more power!" and Miu immediately thinks back to a time she was concerned for Sousuke in battle, and the goes "Why did I remember that!?"). However, they never actually get together despite all the build up. Miu is explicitly shown to have romantic feelings for Sosuke and Sosuke is oblivious. However it never really goes anywhere beyond hints.

norea and el5n:

One of them (Norea) was killed just after accepting a proposal to travel the world with Elan. Spoilers! Norea gets killed right as she is agreeing to El5n's plea for them to escape the war* and run away together instead of laying down their lives as replaceable tools. *(referring to it as "the war" is a oversimplification of the political conflict they're involved in, done on purpose to save time/space for this submission)  (Side note that I think should be taken into consideration in classifying the ship as straight bait: The actual main couple of the show is an f/f couple. They are engaged to be married [Update because the finale just aired today: epilogue shows them now married with their wedding rings on], they both live, & their developing relationship is a main driving force for the plot, in-part because said engagement is a very purposeful Revolutionary Girl Utena reference, because the show's head writer also wrote the novel adaptation of Utena) [END OF SPOILERS] So El5n was actually really annoying to watch for most people when he was introduced, but watching El5n and Norea annoy each other was very enjoyable, especially while they were locked in a room together (along with Nika) because any of them being out and about would be inconvenient for the faction each of them had gotten tangled up with. but then this stuff happened: https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FxPTQR3WcAYTFpN?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FxPTWITWwAMfTmv?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FxPTzvgWYAAmRZR?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FxPT5C4WcAAREsC?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FxPUvdrWAAAnvVO?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FxPU_NdXoAABias?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FxPVDdCWAAAWAl7?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FxPVH_oWAAIX3eC?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FxPVeJdXwAQEqWD?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FxPVh_5WcAIQ3R7?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FxPVnDwWcAAVwWy?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FxPV27AXgAEEDn_?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FxPWE6RXoAIsTrv?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/FxPWPzSWIAIvgMz?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Fx5BqufXoAEiIvL?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Fx5BtiuXoAgKGfE?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Fx5CsN-WYAM-_Qa?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Fx5C626XoAAc5zl?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Fx5DE55XgBgBdu4?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Fx5DJS2XgAA4RkC?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Fx5FUsSWwAcj0mI?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Fx5NryzXsAAw3QG?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Fx5NqLnXwAAFpr-?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Fx5N9RUWcAEZWOZ?format=jpg&name=medium https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Fx5OxnvWwAMSSiQ?format=jpg&name=medium [BUDDY I DONT EVEN KNOW BUT OPEN THOSE IMAGES AT YOUR PERIL]

[wintaebear]

it's astonishing to me how they're trying to frame faifa's kindness as an inherently bad thing

[a-god-in-ruins-rises]

[its-no-biggie]

you know what, im making this its own post. "consuming media" is actually an excellent phrase for several reasons

a) unobtrusive catch-all term for many activities, including but not limited to: reading books, watching movies, listening to podcasts, watching tv shows, listening to music, and reading comics. there are many ways to take in (i.e consume) different forms of art (i.e media), and having an inclusive and concise term to refer to that is useful. ive seen posts suggesting replacing "consumed" with "enjoyed" or "experienced" or "engaged with", and these are all fine and good phrases to use but none of them mean only "to take [sth] in" the way that reading/watching/consuming does. each one conveys additional meaning, which is good if thats your intention but distracting if it isnt

b) this is maybe where i risk losing people, but personally i do not associate the verb "to consume" with the noun "consumer" - at least in the usage people are talking about when drawing this comparison. a consumer is an economic entity: one who *buys* goods and services. you can be a consumer (buying books) without consuming anything (reading them). of course, there are people whose consumption of art is purely in the economic sense - people who post shopping hauls of books theyll never read, or people who pay exorbitant prices for luxury items purely because of how expensive they are. but personally ive never seen these kinds of activities described as "consuming media" - theres valid criticism to be made here about consumerism and art, but its being misdirected at people using a word that *sounds like* consumer in a completely different context. [like honestly - a lot of people who consume media arent even consumers at all 🏴‍☠️]

and c) beyond the most basic definition (to take [sth] in) and the unfortunate economic association (consumer), the verb "to consume" has EXCELLENT connotations. to consume is to devour. it is to take a piece of art and ingest it so thoroughly that it can never be separated from you. to wring out every last drop of meaning from the text, even knowing you will never be able to understand it in its entirety. to change and to be changed. theres a reason people talk about art with phrases like "i want to eat this" "i wish i could inject this into my veins" "this lives in my head rent free" - we are always searching for ways to say "i love this so much that it has become a part of me". isnt that beautiful? take my hand. lets consume media together

[teh-nos]

For anyone keeping track (no one), I have started watching the first Avengers film (MCU not the 60s TV show) but only while eating lunch so it's gonna take a while. So far Nick Fury has been assembling the Avengers (the film was initially released in the UK as Avengers Assemble - because of that 60s TV show - but it's not called that on D+ so I'm calling it what the Americans called it, just FYI) even though there's not yet anything for them to avenge as That Suit Guy (j/k I know his name too!!) isn't dead yet, and now they're on THE FUCKING VALIANT FROM DR WHO and I assume we're gonna continue assembling for a while as they're not all there yet.

MEANWHILE Loki (who is neither an alligator nor a woman in this???) is in a SECRET UNDERGROUND LAIR with a bunch of his stans who are... idk something technobabble that involves irridium and anti-protons. He is there looking for the tesseract on behalf of ???? who I know will be revealed 47 films from now as... no, wait, it wasn't, was it? That was just announced on a website or something? So it could be LITERALLY ANYONE. The Avengers (in-progress) also seem to be after that thing, but I have already forgotten why everyone is wanting it, assuming it was mentioned (it probably was).

Thor hasn't shown up yet, but Arrows Hawkeye is working as a Loki Stan and there's Steve Rogers and THE HULK and The Only Woman One, whose power is that she's a Cold War assassin (??) and I think this one is the film where she gets called a cunt (!) and honestly I am not sure which of the men she's getting officially shipped with, I think Arrows Hawkeye though? Fairly sure, as the alternative is that a man and a woman like each other as people but not in a lusty way, which would never happen obviously. (Hey I may ship mostly het* pairings but I don't always like it!)

Based on the Valiant (if u don't know who she is get da hell out of here!) I am guessing that the film ends with Loki dying in Thor's arms romantically but then I remembered that I know it can't because one of Loki got kidnapped from... either the end of this film or the start of the next one or POSSIBLY just from a later film's time-travel bit (???) but like... maybe they've edited this film secretly and I was right after all? But nobody else has watched it on Disney + recently so nobody knows yet? IT COULD HAPPEN.

Not sure what to make of this film so far, a lot's been going on yet also not much has been going on, and the one I like best so far (Suit Guy) is gonna die (NOT EVEN IN THOR'S ARMS ROMANTICALLY) and god Iron Man really hasn't aged well now that we have that one tech billionaire being a twat in public all the time to remind us what such people tend to be like. WHERE IS THOR????

*I say het but everyone in everything is bisexual, I know this because I thought of it and announced it on tumblr and will now say "I don't make the rules" to make it an objective FACT. I don't make the rules!!!

[ranger-kellyn]

can't believe people """only"""" (bc we all know you can only talk about one singular thing and care about one thing at a time) want to talk about taylor's album and not the ever present horrors of the world. can't believe that so long as there is something bad happening in the world, we're not allowed to enjoy anything else or seek solace and refuge to give us the motivation to continue whatever fights we're fighting

[shitpostingsapphic]

I want to talk about THIS moment. Right before. There's a TON of people misreading Caitlyn's intent because she's using such a playful demeanor after Vi's sorrowful self-deprecation. To be honest, it's the best response she could have had, and the best tactic. Her demeanor serves as a stark contrast to the spiral of self hatred that Vi is going down, and it's an excellent distraction. Caitlyn is stopping her line of thinking, right then and there, and she does it while delivering one of the most romantic and understated declarations of love I've ever seen.

Stay with me here.

Let's be very clear: Caitlyn did NOT come to the cell with the goal of seducing Vi. Not even. How do we know? Aside from several context clues that come before this scene, the way Caitlyn responds to the kiss is very telling:

See how long it takes Cait to even register what the fuck is going on?? She's literally like "oh. OH. we're kissing? WE'RE KISSING." And Vi also OPENS HER EYES very briefly, to check that Caitlyn is as into this as she is, right as Cait settles into the kiss, likely sensing her hesitation/delayed reaction. This scene is NOT Caitlyn seducing Vi. This scene is Caitlyn giving herself to Vi, and Vi choosing exactly what she wants to do with her, which is VERY different.

What does Caitlyn say right before the kiss? She says, "Do you really think I needed all the guards at the hexgates?" Translation: I left Jinx's cell unguarded on purpose. I want you to know that I heard you during our last conversation. I want you to know that I trust you. I want you to know that my love and care for you is more important than my need to sate my grief and desire for revenge. I choose you.

And following: "Sorry to say, you've grown a bit predictable." Translation: I know you. I see you. I knew you would choose this, coming after your sister, and I facilitated the circumstances in which you COULD choose this. You don't choose wrong. You choose love, and I understand that now. I want you to know that I support your choices, and they won't cost you the people you care about, at least not me, not anymore. I know that you'll always choose your sister, and I've made peace with that. What you want is what I want.

That is MONUMENTAL. That's quite possibly one of the most romantic things I've ever seen in media. Because who the hell has the guts to give up their grief and forgive their mother's murderer, all for love? That's a level of sacrifice that not enough people are acknowledging.

People say Caitlyn never changed, never felt remorse, never grew from the bad choices she made. I say wrong. And this was the turning point.

[zolo-san]

I know I just rambled in the tag, but if you took the time to read all that, might I direct you to this post & my ramblings there as well~

Something about Zoro being one of the most misunderstood and mischaracterized characters in One Piece is funny (not haha funny, funny sad) to me because?? That’s literally how his introduction starts?? With people misunderstanding him and thinking he’s some big, monstrous demon who kills with cause and cannot be trusted or tamed.

Meanwhile the actual Zoro is a driven guy who is often both literally and figuratively directionless in life and found his goals in life through good people (first Kuina and then Luffy). He's tied up in the Marine base not due to those actual crimes he commuted (well not inherently anyway) but because he ‘disrespected’ a Captain's son and stood up for a little girl. He accepts the challenge they present to him and because Zoro himself is a guy that puts his money where his mouth is he assumes the Marines will uphold their end of the deal and let him go (note the actual shock when Koby tells him the truth)

He joins Luffy's crew but also outright says he’s not gonna let his goal take second place to Luffy or anyone else's for that matter, he bears the weight of two people's dreams, his heart isn’t going to be swayed by some pirate.

Speaking of Kuina, her impact and influence on Zoro's life isn’t talked about enough for my liking. She was Zoro's first friend, his first rival, his first goal. He looked up to her so much and his reaction to her passing cracks my heart in half every time because you can seem him just..go numb. Kuina, dead? Kuina, the strongest person he knows, gone? Kuina, who swore to him just yesterday they’d race to the top of the world together, doesn’t exist anymore. His blank face only cracking within the privacy of his sensei before he begs. He begs on his knees, tears streaming down his face please please please let me take Kuina's sword with me. Let me take our dream to a high neither of us could imagine. I won’t let her name die here.

On top of gaining the Wado Ichimonji that day Zoro also gained…fear. Not of death, well at the very least not his own, he gained his fear of not being enough. Kuina kicked his ass every way a person could and still died, what could someone like him do? So he trains…and trains…and trains some more. Overly, obsessively, constantly telling himself he’s not enough, he’s weak, he can’t protect anyone like this and everyone's death would be on him.

As for Zoro being cold and stoic that’s just…not completely true? He’s not stone, he can be excited or sad or angry just as much as most characters he just sucks at showing it canonically (Kuina thinks he hates her before their final fight after all). Sure he’s not as forthcoming about it as some of the other Strawhats but Zoro's more of an action guy anyway, he'll show his love with his protection and unwavering faith.

In conclusion, Zoro is a ridiculously stubborn, incredibly loyal, mildly emotionally constipated, do what you say/say what you mean kinda guy.

(Also that whole ‘Zoro would kill the whole crew if Luffy asked him to’ thing? Top ten stupidest things I’ve ever heard from the fandom and that’s saying a lot. He’s loyal not brainless and heartless guys if Luffy asked him to do that, he would never but I digress, Zoro would square the fuck up with him so fast. DPMO.)

[willowpains]

we listen and we don’t judge

drew starkey x latina actress reader!

Drew was not a fan of social media.

Unlike you.

Chronically online was a term that was gaining fame to describe someone who spent quite some time on the internet, and who knew all the trends going on.

You weren’t exactly proud to be a part of that community.

But it kept you entertained.

And that’s how you ended up setting your phone up, ready to record Drew and you filming a new trend on TikTok.

How did you convince him to do it? You don’t even remember.

And after what felt like an eternity of explaining the dynamic to Drew, you both were finally ready to begin.

Both of you sitting next to each other on your couch, you looked at him with a mischievous smirk while he stared at you suspiciously.

“We listen and we don’t judge” you both said at the same time, Drew smirking at you.

“I’ll start” you said, looking from your phone screen to your boyfriend. “Sometimes, when I don’t really wanna cook, I get all dramatic and lie about us not having all the ingredients for the dish I was supposed to make, so you can offer to make something instead with what we do have” you say, giving him an embarrassed smile.

He chuckled at your words.

“I knew that love” he lets out a laugh. “You’re not good at lying to me”.

Your mouth opens up in shock.

“We listen and we don’t judge”.

Drew pauses for a moment, smiling at you.

"When you're showering, i close the door of our room so the sound of your music gets as muffled as possible" he admits.

You giggle as you nod at his words, you did like to shower with loud music.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You look at him through the screen.

“I thought you hated me when we first met, so I would intentionally try to stay out of your way our first couple of working days together”.

Drew gives you a puzzled expression trying his best not to judge.

“We listen and we don’t judge”.

He clears his throat before speaking.

“I often fake coming home super tired and stressed so that you take pity on me and cuddle me while playing with my hair” he says giving you a cute smile.

You giggle at his words.

“That’s cute” you admit leaning to peck his lips.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You take a couple of seconds before speaking, trying to be dramatic.

“I have a lot of edits of you saved on my favorites folder on TikTok” you look at him.

Drew covers his eyes while letting out a chuckle.

“We listen and we don’t judge”.

He looks at you mischievously.

“I get jealous of the guys in your books” he admits seriously.

You let out a laugh as you throw your head back.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You giggle softly before confessing the next one.

“Whenever I feel sick in the middle of the night, I wiggle a lot in bed or move your body so you’ll accidentally wake up and ask me what’s wrong”.

He opens his mouth surprised at your words.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

Drew thinks a little before speaking.

“Ever since we met I’ve always been skeptical of your at home remedies for illnesses, even though they work every time” he admits.

You slowly nod while giving him a defeated look, knowing that already.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You give him a playful look before speaking.

“When we’re cuddling, sometimes I have the urge to stand up abruptly because I get too hot and I feel like I can’t breathe because you’re too big” you say, barely getting out the words without laughing.

Drew looks at you with big eyes, moving his brows up and down at the double meaning of your last words.

You roll your eyes at him.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

He thinks for a moment before speaking.

“When I’m showering, sometimes I’ll use your shampoo rather than mine” he pauses as he looks at your baffled face. “It leaves my hair softer! And smells like you”.

Of course, there were a few confessions you had to cut from the video because your PR managers would hunt you down if they made it out into the internet.

“We listen and we don’t judge” you both say smiling at each other.

You smirk playfully at him before speaking.

“I cannot stand one of your friends and past coworkers” you admit, making a serious face.

Drew immediately throws his head back and lets out a chuckle, knowing exactly who you’re referring to.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

He clears his throat before looking at you.

“I don’t like watching F1 since you told me about that driver that slid into your dm’s” he lets out cockily.

You burst out laughing looking at him while he joins you.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You make a thinking face looking at him.

“I wish you sent me more shirtless photos” you say giving him puppy eyes. “Or like, you took more of those with my phone, so I could look at them”.

He snorted out a laugh.

“That can be fixed baby” he says as he looks at you mischievously.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

He gives you a smile.

“When I travel for work and you’re not coming with me, I take a pair of your panties and stuff them in my suitcase” he says laughing.

You scrunch up your nose at him.

“Drewwwwww” you say covering your face, now knowing where those missing undies went.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You avoid his eyes for the next one.

“Sometimes when I’m cold, I throw on one of your dirty hoodies that you used while working out, cause they’re sweaty and smell like you” you say, trying not to burst out laughing.

He gives you a grossed out look.

“We listen and we don’t judge”

You look at him waiting for him to speak.

“You know those sleeping shorts Brooke sent you cause she accidentally bought too many?” He says, making quotation marks with his fingers while saying sent and accidentally.

You nod at his words.

“I actually bought them for you because I love how your ass looks in them”.

Your mouth opens at his confession while you hit him playfully in the chest.

Drew laughs at your reaction.

“Oh my god baby, this is definitely not making it to the video” you say as you stand up from your position while laughing at him, walking to your phone to stop recording, while he stands back watching your movements with a smile.

Noticing that in fact, you were wearing a pair of those shorts.

“We don’t judge remember?” he said cheekily.

*

inspired by @valstranquility lando blurb<3

I love this trend on TikTok and I just couldn’t help myself

they’re just too cute I can’t

this was short n sweet hope you like it, if you have any other concepts you’d like to read let me know!