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[mrspiastri]

✩ bundle of joy 🍼

pairing: lando norris x reader

cw: fluff, pregnancy, giving birth

wc: 3.7k words

an: i got carried away… can you guys tell… 😊

Ever since they found out they were expecting, Lando and Y/N were over the moon. Sure, getting pregnant during his last season in Formula 1 hadn’t been optimal, but he was glad he’d only be missing the first few weeks of her pregnancy.

He kept tabs on her at all times when he travelled, FaceTiming her at least twice a day, asking if she could show him the bump, even after she reminded him that she’d only start showing prominently after the first trimester.

“Are you sure she’s in there? I can’t even tell that you’re pregnant.” Lando commented as Y/N positioned the camera so he could analyse her tummy.

“I’m quite sure. Also, why are you calling the baby a ‘she’? He could be a boy too,” she said.

“Yeah, but I think it’s a girl,” he stated as he munched on an apple.

“How could you possibly know that?”

“Father’s intuition, my love.”

He’d been the most supportive partner throughout the pregnancy and even initially refused to let Y/N come to his final race in Abu Dhabi but relented after their doctor assured him she and the baby would be alright. As soon as he got out of the car, he went straight to her, giving her as bone-crushing a hug as possible without pressing down on her stomach. His fans immediately noticed how careful he was being around her, and on Christmas the couple announced they would be expecting their baby in August of the following year.

As expected, everyone was overjoyed, with fans and friends alike congratulating the couple, leading to an outpouring of love and support. Carlos sent them a care basket, and Max sent them a box of baby clothes with the MV33 motif on them. Max F and Pietra came over immediately after they announced the news, with the two men almost in tears as they hugged, although they’d never admit it.

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Post-retirement, Lando had found a new hobby: being Y/N’s butler. He made sure to wait on her hand and foot. She can’t remember the last time she walked to the fridge and got herself her own bottle of water or managed to microwave her own leftovers without him ushering her back to the couch.

One plus side was she never had to worry about any of the housework, but she was growing tired of constantly having him follow her around everywhere she went.

Lando’s overprotectiveness only got worse as the weeks went by.

It started with small things. He hovered every time she walked up or down the stairs, practically blocking her with both arms like human guard rails. Then he banned her from standing on any surface higher than a rug. One day, she tried to reach the top shelf for a cereal box, and he appeared out of nowhere like he’d been summoned.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, horrified, taking the box from her hands and setting it gently on the counter like it was fragile cargo.

“Reaching for breakfast?” She deadpanned.

“From a chair, Y/N. A chair.” He said it like she’d tried to climb onto the roof.

“I’m pregnant, not reckless.”

“You’re both,” he muttered under his breath, pressing a kiss to her temple before gently steering her back to the kitchen table. “You sit. I’ll get you a proper breakfast.”

“Proper” turned out to be scrambled eggs, toast, and a side of fruit he’d cut into perfect little cubes. She had to admit it was sweet. A little annoying. But mostly sweet.

By the time her second trimester rolled around, the bump was officially visible, which only made things worse.

He refused to let her carry groceries. Or laundry. Or even her own purse half the time.

“Lando, it’s a tote bag.”

“It has weight. You don’t need the strain.”

“It’s literally lip balm and a phone charger.”

“Strain”, he repeated, sliding the strap off her shoulder. “Reckless”, he added with a playful glare.

She’d started calling him “Coach Norris” because he’d also given himself a new job: personal fitness monitor. He had an app that tracked her water intake, a second app with yoga videos for pregnant women, and a third app he claimed he wasn’t using but definitely was, just to monitor what she was eating.

“Are those pickles?” he asked one night as she pulled a jar from the fridge.

“Yes.”

“Are they pregnancy-safe pickles?”

“Are you hearing yourself?”

He walked over and inspected the label anyway.

Still, despite the hovering, the doting, and the hovering while doting, she knew it all came from a place of love. He was excited. Nervous. And completely in awe of what was happening.

They’d decided early on not to find out the baby’s gender. Lando had gone along with it, even if he still stubbornly referred to the baby as “she” most days.

“I’m telling you, she’s going to come out with your eyes and my curls.”

“You’ll be surprised when he comes out looking exactly like me.”

“Either way, we’re winning,” he said, resting his head on her belly like it was his favourite pillow.

Choosing baby names had taken weeks. They’d written a long list on a whiteboard in the kitchen. Some were sweet, some ridiculous, and a few were just jokes left over from when Carlos came to visit and wrote “Carlos Jr. Jr.” in bold capital letters across the top.

They started keeping a shared note on their phones too, titled Baby Names We (Sort of) Agree On. It started off filled with jokey entries—Lando added “Turbo” and “Seb” just to annoy her—but over time, it became a genuine list of names that felt like theirs. Classic ones, sweet ones, and a few international names to reflect all the places they’d been together.

“I really like ‘Sophia’,” she said one evening, tracing her finger over her bump.

Lando nodded, thoughtful. “Sophia’s nice. Strong, but kind. We could call her Sophie for short.”

Eventually, they narrowed it down to four: two girl names and two boy names. Lando insisted they’d know the right one when they met their baby.

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The baby shower came in June, hosted by Rebecca and Carlos in their sun-drenched backyard. Everything was soft and golden, with wildflowers in mason jars, neutral-coloured decorations, and string lights hung across the trees. The theme was Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star, and someone had even rented a vintage-style photo booth that Lando and Max monopolised for most of the afternoon.

Lando had insisted on contributing to the party planning—though that mostly meant him panicking about the balloon arch and triple-checking the dessert table.

“Are those cupcakes shaped like onesies?” He whispered, staring in awe.

Y/N nodded, amused. “Yes. Try not to eat them before the guests arrive.”

“Too late,” Oscar mumbled, his mouth already full.

Their loved ones showed up in droves— their parents, siblings, Daniel and Charles, Oscar and Max F, the McLaren crew, and even some of Lando’s old engineers. Everyone signed a guestbook with wishes for the baby, and by the end of the day it was filled with messy handwriting and inside jokes.

During the shower, their friends wrote notes of advice on little cards—some serious, most of them not. Carlos wrote, “Get sleep now. You won’t see it again.” Max wrote, “Teach them to drive early. Like, karting at 4.” Pietra wrote, “Let them be weird. Weird kids are cool adults.”

There were presents, of course—tiny socks and animal-shaped onesies and a miniature McLaren jacket from Andrea that made Y/N emotional for a solid ten minutes.

Y/N sat on a wicker chair surrounded by baby gifts while Lando perched next to her, one arm slung protectively over the back of her seat. Every time she opened something tiny—a onesie, a pair of booties, a soft knitted hat—his face lit up like it was Christmas.

He kept whispering, “Can you believe this is real?” and pressing kisses to her shoulder when no one was looking.

Even Oscar gave a particularly emotional toast halfway through the party, ending it with how their baby was about to be the most loved kid on the planet.

Lando blinked a few times and cleared his throat afterwards, which everyone pretended not to notice.

By the third trimester, Lando had become what Y/N lovingly called “her shadow”. He followed her from room to room, handed her water before she even realised she was thirsty, and insisted on doing literally everything.

“Put that down,” he said one afternoon as she reached for the laundry basket.
“It’s just towels, Lando.”
“Towels that weigh too much,” he argued. “I’ve got it. Sit down. Hydrate. Breathe.”

She rolled her eyes but gave in, secretly loving how he fussed over her.

At night, he talked to the baby. Sometimes just mumbling nonsense. Other times whispering things he hadn’t told anyone else.

“Hi, little one,” he murmured against her belly one evening. “We’re so ready for you. But maybe don’t come too early, yeah? We’re still figuring out how to swaddle.”

Y/N smiled sleepily, running a hand through his curls. “You’re going to be so annoying when they’re a teenager.”

“I know,” he said proudly.

He installed extra railings in the shower. He banned her from lifting grocery bags, laundry baskets, and at one point, even her own handbag. She’d caught him watching videos on how to swaddle a baby using a towel and then testing it out on one of the throw pillows.

“Lando,” she called from the living room one afternoon. “Why is the throw pillow wearing a diaper?”

“Practice.”

He took to sleeping with a hand on her belly every night, just in case the baby kicked or she needed anything. Sometimes she’d wake up to him whispering to the bump.

“What are you doing?” She mumbled one night around 3 a.m.

“Reading her a bedtime story. She likes The Little Prince.”

“You’re unbelievable,” she said sleepily, curling into him.

“Yeah, unbelievably good at this dad thing,” he whispered back.

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By the time August rolled in, Y/N had fully accepted her role as the Queen of Cushions. Lando refused to let her sit anywhere unless he personally arranged three pillows behind her back, two under her knees, and a blanket on standby in case she got cold.

She was more than ready for the baby to arrive. Her ankles were swollen. Her back ached. She hadn’t seen her toes in weeks.

Lando, however, was still acting like she might fall apart at any second.

“Don’t forget to text me when you wake up,” he told her one morning as he laced up his sneakers.

“I’m already awake, Lando. I’ve been up since 5 a.m. because your kid likes to use my bladder as a trampoline.”

“Still. Just in case. Text me.”

She shook her head, but her heart swelled every time.

Then one night, exactly a day after her due date, it happened. A sharp cramp. Another. And then something that definitely wasn’t just Braxton Hicks.

Lando took a breath, grabbed the hospital bag that had been packed and repacked six times, and helped her into the car.

“You ready?” he asked as he buckled her in.

She met his eyes and squeezed his hand. “I don’t think anyone’s ever really ready for this.”

He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Then let’s go be not ready together.”

The hospital room smelt like disinfectant and bad coffee, and the lights were criminally bright for someone about to push a small human out of her body. Y/N shifted uncomfortably on the bed, side-eyeing the monitor that beeped with a little too much enthusiasm.

“This incessant beeping is going to kill me,” she muttered.

Lando stood beside her like he was about to assist in a rocket launch. His hoodie was half-zipped, hair a mess, and his socks were inside out—he hadn’t noticed yet. He’d been pacing, fluffing her pillows, re-checking the hospital bag he’d already checked seven times, and offering her water like a nervous flight attendant.

“Do you want ice chips? More pillows? A foot massage? I can find a doula��do we need a doula?”

“You are the doula,” she said, wincing through a contraction.

“Oh God. We’re doomed.”

By the time the nurse came in to check her dilation, Lando was vibrating with nervous energy. When she announced Y/N was only four centimetres, he slumped dramatically into the chair.

“Four? That’s it? She’s been in labour for years!”

The nurse patted him on the shoulder. “It’s called early labour for a reason, Dad.”

He nodded, like he totally understood, then whispered to Y/N, “I thought babies were faster than this.”

An hour or so later, the contractions were really getting to Y/N, and she tried distracting herself from the pain, at least till she could get an epidural.

“Babe, do you think the baby wants peanut M&Ms or the regular ones?”

“Lando, I’m 6 centimetres dilated over here!”

“Ah, you’re right! Regular it is.”

“Lando!”

Y/N had gone into labour approximately 7 hours ago and was already completely over it. The nurses quickly arrived and administered the drug, and she was now slumped against the hospital bed— slightly relieved, but still very much in labour.

The epidural's kicking in had helped massively, but she was still very uncomfortable and wanted nothing more than to get their baby out of her as soon as possible.

By early morning, she was finally at ten centimetres. The room shifted. More nurses came in. The doctor returned, gloves on, voice calm but firm. Lando moved to her side, gripping her hand like a lifeline.

“Alright, Y/N,” the doctor said, “It’s time to push.”

The next hour blurred. Her body was in motion before her mind could keep up. Pushing, resting, breathing, pushing again. She couldn’t tell if it was minutes or days. Lando was right there the whole time, cheering her on, whispering, “You’ve got this, almost there, so close,” over and over like a prayer.

She nodded, too exhausted to speak. The pain was blinding now, pushing everything else to the edges. She was trembling with effort, tears leaking silently down the sides of her face.

Lando wiped them away. “You’re doing so well,” he whispered. “I’ve never seen anyone be this strong.”

And then—

“There’s the head,” someone said.

Y/N gasped, tears stinging her eyes. Her fingers tightened around Lando’s. She pushed one last time, heart pounding, and suddenly—

The room erupted with the soft cries of an indignant newborn.

A baby. Their baby.

The sound sliced through the air, thin and perfect and real.

Y/N collapsed back against the pillows, sobbing. Lando was frozen, eyes wide, mouth open, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

The nurse gently laid her on Y/N’s chest, and the room fell quiet apart from the baby’s cries and Lando’s completely overwhelmed, awe-struck, maybe-about-to-cry breathing.

“She’s here,” Y/N whispered, staring at the little face scrunched up in protest. “We made her.”

“She’s perfect,” Lando said, brushing his fingers over her tiny hand, tears pooling in his eyes. “And loud. She gets that from you.”

The nurse smiled. “Name?”

They exchanged a look. The same look they’d been sharing for weeks.

“Sophia Norris”, Y/N said softly.

Lando repeated it with reverence. “Sophia Cisca Norris”.

Shortly after, the grandparents burst in like a pit crew. Y/N’s mum brought sweets. Lando’s dad brought three types of sandwiches, and his mum cried immediately.

The room had quieted, save for the soft coos of baby Sophia tucked against Lando’s bare chest. He sat in the corner chair, cradling her tiny body in his arms, his thumb brushing over her soft head in quiet awe. His eyes were glassy, lost in the rhythm of her breathing, the weight of fatherhood sinking into his bones.

Y/N lay back on the hospital bed, exhausted but glowing, watching them with a kind of love that hurt to hold.

Her dad stepped beside her, his voice low, familiar. “You did good, sweetheart.”

She blinked up at him, tired tears prickling again. He reached out, smoothing her hair like he had when she was little.

“You’re a mother now,” he said, his voice catching just slightly. “But you’ll always be my girl.”

She let out a soft laugh, swallowing the lump in her throat.

Across the room, Lando rocked gently, whispering to his daughter like the rest of the world didn’t exist. Two fathers. Two daughters. One just beginning, one watching the start of it all.

It was quiet, simple, sacred—a full circle drawn in warm arms and steady hands.

Soon after all the excitement, and with the grandparents going to their house to tidy up for baby Sophia, back in the quiet of the hospital room, the world finally stilled.

Lando wrapped his arms around both of them, resting his head gently against Y/N’s, as she held their daughter in her arms.

“You realise I’m never letting either of you out of my sight again,” he said.

Y/N sighed, her voice soft and tired. “That’s fine. Just don’t run during diaper changes.”

“No promises,” he grinned.

And just like that, their world had changed, and neither of them would have it any other way.

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The sky was soft and grey as they stepped out of the hospital, the kind of cool, peaceful afternoon that made everything feel a little more surreal. Y/N moved slowly, bundled in a cosy cardigan, her steps small and cautious as she walked beside Lando—who, despite being equally exhausted, looked like he was on the verge of both panic and awe.

Cradled carefully in his arms, nestled in the softest cream blanket known to man, was their daughter. Sophia. Or Sophie, as they'd already started calling her every few minutes.

“Okay. We’ve got her. I’ve got her. I am holding my actual daughter. This is fine,” Lando whispered mostly to himself as he walked toward the car with the baby carrier in hand. He looked like a man carrying the crown jewels, walking at half speed, avoiding every pebble like it might trip him and shatter his world.

Y/N smiled as she trailed behind him, watching her husband move with exaggerated caution, his brows furrowed in deep concentration.

“You doing alright there?” she asked.

“I am. I think. I mean… do I look like I’m about to faint?”

“Yes”, she said sweetly, “but it’s very endearing.”

When they reached the car, Lando placed the carrier gently on the ground and crouched beside it, staring at the car seat like it had personally challenged him to a duel.

“We practised this,” he muttered, more to himself than to Y/N. “I’ve got this. Buckles, straps, clicks. No problem.”

He slowly unbuckled Sophie from the carrier and scooped her into his arms, holding her against his chest for a brief moment longer than necessary. She shifted slightly in her sleep, her tiny mouth forming the softest pout, her fingers twitching against his hoodie.

And just like that, his face started to crumble.

Y/N, hovering nearby, immediately noticed. “Lando… are you crying?”

He sniffled aggressively. “No.”

“You are. Oh my God. Are you actually crying again?”

“Don’t—don’t mock me!” He choked out, even as a tear slid straight down his cheek. “She just—look at her! She’s so small and soft and warm, and she made that little snuffle noise—Did you hear it?!"

Y/N pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh. “I did. It was very cute.”

“She’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he said, his voice catching as he tucked her into the car seat with trembling hands. “And she made a little squeak, and it felt like my heart exploded.”

He pulled back and wiped his cheeks, visibly overwhelmed. “I’m not okay.”

Y/N knelt beside him, resting her head on his shoulder. “You’re very not okay. But you’re also very cute. Keep going; I might cry too.”

“You’re not crying.”

“I’m trying not to laugh.”

Lando groaned, cheeks red, eyes still watery. “This is my most embarrassing moment, and we’re not even home yet.”

“It’s not embarrassing. It’s kind of hot, actually. The emotional dad thing? Very attractive.”

He glared at her half-heartedly. “Don’t weaponise my emotions against me.”

“I would never. But also… you cried over her sighing.”

“She sighed like a poet,” he whispered, placing a hand over his chest. “Like she’s already wiser than both of us.”

Y/N laughed, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Alright, Plato, let’s get this poet home.”

He finally managed to start the car, gripping the wheel like it was made of glass. Every bump in the road earned a panicked glance at the baby mirror, even though Sophie remained fast asleep, tucked up like a little loaf of heaven.

Halfway home, Lando reached over and grabbed Y/N’s hand without looking, still sniffling slightly.

“Hey,” he said softly. “We did it.”

“We did,” she smiled, gently squeezing his hand. “And you only cried four times.”

“Four and a half,” he corrected.

When they pulled into the driveway, Lando exhaled so dramatically it made Y/N laugh again. He rushed to the back seat, unbuckling Sophie with all the care in the world, then held her against him once more before they stepped inside.

In their bedroom, after the bags were dropped and the grandparents had been told (again) that they were home safe, Lando sat on the edge of the bed with Sophie curled up against his bare chest for skin-to-skin time.

Y/N stood nearby, watching the two of them like her heart might burst. Sophie was barely bigger than Lando’s forearm, her little head tucked beneath his chin, her hand twitching slightly in her sleep.

He didn’t say a word—just stared down at her with wide, teary eyes. His chest rose and fell slowly, syncing with hers like she’d always belonged there.

“She’s got you wrapped around her finger already,” Y/N murmured.

“I know,” Lando said, voice thick with emotion. “And I’m never getting out.”

Y/N crawled into bed beside them and leaned her head against his shoulder. “Good. I kind of like you both like this.”

He looked over at her, cheeks still damp, and smiled the kind of smile that only came once in a lifetime.

“We’re home,” he whispered.

And they were.

i was kicking my legs in the air as i wrote this. also im working on a few reqs sent to me, i have about three oscar ones. thanks for being so patient 🫶🏻

[norrisainz33]

simp || cs55

summary: carlos has a massive crush on one of hollywoods it girls, y/n and he desperately wants her to notice him

pairing: carlos sainz x famous!reader

fc & warnings: madelyn cline and suggestive. you are responsible for the content you consume

requested: yes! thank you for your patience!! i know this took forever

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ynuser: can’t even tell i’m jet lagged to all heck right now thanks to my incredible team!! thanks for having me dior

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carlossainz55: jet lag has never looked better princessa

user1: how does this man always beat me here im

user2: when u show up to a who loves y/n most competition and this mf there

user55: its getting hard to make excuses for you carlos

user1: your hair omgggg you look so good

yourbff: no you're glowing

ynuser: thank you 🤍

user4: god i’m obsessed with you

joeburrow: 😍 [liked by ynuser]

yourcostar: ok i see you gorgeous girl

ynuser: i miss you

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user2: carbonooooooooo

user4: i love that lia is here too omg

carlossainz55: ynuser shooting my shot 😌

user55: carlos go 1 minute without mentioning y/n challenge failed

user5: since my goat said to tag her ynuser hello did u see this

user55: god he’s down so bad ynuser please im begging

user43: ynuser carlos saved my cat from a burning building

user77: carlos built me a house ynuser

lando: ynuser hey

carlossainz55: my guy 😉

yourbff: lmaoooooooo ynuser you gotta put this man out of his misery

user55: EVERYONE STAY CALM CARLOS STAY CALM MY MAN DONT EMBARRASS US THIS IS HER BEST FRIEND

carlossainz55: yourbff ynsuer please

user4: god hes such a simp this is painful

user8: i love this trio sm

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user1: you are the definition of beauty

carlossainz55: you should try the spanish sun. i think you’d have a lot of fun under it 😉

lando: not your best work mate

charlesleclerc: mon ami what was this line

lewishamilton: next time be less obvious

user55: not even the drivers can defend him anymore

user22: body is tea

zendaya: the prettiest lady 🤍

ynuser: daya 😭😭😭😭🤍🤍🤍🤍

user33: so you can paint now too?! what can’t you do

user44 the literal love of my life

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yourbff: Y E S! he is so fine it’s sickening

ynuser: he is really attractive……

yourbff: anyone with eyes can see that bb

ynuser: alright…… i’m gonna dm him

yourbff: YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS

yourcostar: i laughed out loud at this and then checked your posts and man is trying his hardest

ynuser: stoppppp 😭😭😭 he is committed and honestly i’m into it

zendaya: tom knows him!!! he’s a super nice guy. i say go for it

ynuser: if you and tom approve i’ll do it

zendaya: double date!!!!!

yourfriend1: DO IT FOR THE PLOT

ynuser: on it

yourfriend2: i have been begging you to get into f1 for years now

ynuser: you’re right…. my bad girl

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user2: you’re doing just about anything but filming that new season huh

user55: no way. no way you’re in spain. oh my god this better be about carlos. i’m gonna crash all the way out

yourbff: OMG YOIRE WITH HIM!!! AGAIN?!?!?!

ynuser: i am!! having the best time with him 🥹 after our first date in monaco he convinced me to go to spain with him over his break from driving and it has been like a dream

yourbff: you have to facetime me later and spill the beans

ynuser: if i get any alone time i will 🤭

yourbff: are you….. staying in the same hotel room?! OMG DID THEY DO THE THING WHERE THEY GIVE YOU A HOTEL ROOM THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE 2 BEDS BUT WAS ONLY 1?!

ynuser: AHAHHAH no i am NOT in a romance book tho it feels like it. we chose to get a hotel room with only one bed 😏

yourbff: i’m giggling, goofing , freaking out. how dare you not tell me this !!

ynuser: i promiseeee ill call tomorrow!!

yourbff: fineee enjoy your night of f*cking. you gotta tell me how he is 😉

ynuser: STOPSJDK

carlossainz55: i’m glad you love it mi amor 🥰

ynuser: might just be because i have the best tour guide ever

carlossainz55: that definitely helps i’m sure

user4: aesthetic af

charlesleclerc: thank GOD!

ynuser: it’s been a long time coming

charlesleclerc: you can say that again

user12: on god this better be about carlos sainz

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ynupdates: is that blondie in the corner who i think it is you ain’t slick

user2: you’re my love

lando: you in amorrrrrrrrr?!

carlossainz55: yes 😍 she’s just as amazing as i imagined

lando: awooga that’s the best news ever

user4: i can’t wait for you to get back on track

alex_albon: are you having fun????

carlossainz55: so much fun…. some would say the most fun especially because she agreed to be my girlfriend 😉

alex_albon: thank GOD. george owes me £400

carlossainz55: que?

alex_albon: we took bets on if she’d fall for you or not. i said she would 😌

carlossainz55: i’m going to have to give george a call it seems. who else bet on this????

alex_albon: the whole group chat 😅

carlossainz55: give me a list of everyone who bet against me

carlossainz55: DONT LEAVE ME ON READ

carlossainz55: ALEXANDER ALBON

user55: you’re in barcelona. y/n is in barcelona…. she’s blonde… there’s a blonde in this photo that looks a lot like her….. did you do the unthinkable and get y/n to notice you?

user13: when you getting back in the car king

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user3: oh my god he’s done it

user55: THATS MY GOAT!!! IM SO PROUD OF YOU

lando: i can’t believe my eyes

carlossainz55: me neither

williamsracing: so this is why you were in the best mood i’ve ever seen and asked for a paddock pass for every race for the foreseeable future

carlossainz55: 😌🤍

alex_albon: incredible work mate

user23: wondering what insane level of simp he’s gonna reach now that he’s bagged the baddie

charlesleclerc: you are welcome!

ynupdates: claiming credit i see charles

charlesleclerc: well i helped

ynuser: my friends did send me your tweets so really you both did this

carlossainz55: and i thank you both charlesleclerc ynupdates

user34: i just stood up and applauded

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a/n: thanks for reading!!! likes and reblogs appreciated. been very busy recently, hopefully will have some more time to writing soon!!

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LMFAO dwwww, i also had to check if i had responded at one point jsvfnsns

yupp i have a couple of exams left and then it's just fate ig. i'll probs have to redo some subject next year but honestly idc cause rn i'm not able to keep up

"sorry, did you literally ask if i'm on my period? do you know how sexist that is, mate? if i were a girl you'd be fuckin' dead on the floor right now, y'know. for merlin's sake, i have told you a million times, it's the moon! it's on scorpio right now, and i feel like stinting"

live laugh love timothee fucking chalamet

if someone is reading is i am so so sorry for their wasted time and very concerned for their mental health. hiii curious peopleee luv yaaa <3

situationship.... they were going to get married and a week after he burnt her stuff....... and now they're booking flights together.... idk they make me feel like shit cause they bring me into their fights. plus she's a terf and he thinks he's aristotle (he is not. he has written one (1) film. and it's lowkey crap)

nowrrrr futurama is so good oml i love all matt groening's shows bro

astigmatism besties 😭 at least we're lil cute critters

YES FR, imo there's a huge difference between not accepting trans people and trying to exterminate them. cause like, girl wtf. idk i feel like i wouldn't be so pissed at her (or at least not that angry) if she was just a terf. but no. she has to harm people and take their basic human rights away. she's literally acting like the villains in her own books

oh yea my trans babes you're safe here, we can cry and be angry together in this safe space. jkr stinks and trump is a rodeo clown and free palestine and i miss pope francis

yay the braincell bluetooth works :)

YOUR DOGGO IS THE CUTEST MOST CUTIE CUTE CUTE THING EVER IM IN LOVE

conspiracy theory: shakespeare is all of us and all of us are shakespeare (that has to be in the bible fr)

YOURE RIGHT he does give bcj vibes omggg

lmaoo i do have a fic on ao3 but i've stopped posting for a while cause i was getting way too stressed by it (yay). i've been writing stuff since 2020 tho :) it helps me with my thoughts

YOU HAVE DEERS IN YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD???? BROOO!!!!! and you met prongs irl 😭😭 also love those squirrels

tooth AND shell collection? your mum's a real one. (also they're so cool omg) i fear i only collect pins and keychains and a couple of crystals :( tho i'm saving up to buy a couple of dice sets

oh and i forgot i paint flowers. but like. my painting class teacher is both proud and sick of me lmao cause lately i just paint flowers (i love flowers) and eyes. i have an obsession with eyes too, i once filled an entire sketchbook w them lmao

LMAO yup i think the only thing keeping me in my dad's house is the books and the movie merch stuff. i love saying "i have three limited edition action figures of that film!" or "i have the annotated script to that!" idk it makes me feel smart (i am not)

WAIT YES I DO. but i think it's the depression. idk. i get that a lot tho, like "i can't move" and my brain goes blank and then someone asks what i'm thinking and they don't believe that i am literally thinking "floooooor. taaaaaableeeee. waaaaall. oooh tiiiileeeee waaaaaall."

eyyy id send you a pin if i could 😭😭 i can send you a picture if you wanna :) and yes we do NOT sell cookies (we did once. but that's cause the younger guys forgot our rule and brought snacks to sell at a lil shop they made. we also sold croquettes that day.)

awwww cute birdieeeee im glad he's fine :)

maybe we are. fuck do you think we're having a stroke? it's more fun that i thought

"my child is fine" ma'am your child prioritises memorising every single full moon that happened in 1975 over their schoolwork

[written-in-knife]

Hi could I request headcanons for leona, malleus, ruggie,jamil and trey with a fem reader that's actually from their world (not yuu) and some years prior she was given a sort of blessing from someone that gives her like rapid regeneration so if she's hurt bad she heals almost same day BUT the catch being she's never told the boys this fact so maybe like one day they go somewhere or are in town and perhaps an animal or little kid is nearly hit by a car but she rushed out and grabbed them but ends up being run over instead. She's unconscious and injured for a moment but then slowly gets back up mostly fine and dandy

(This is so extra and specific sorry but thanks if you do write this🫶)

Blessed

Trey, Ruggie, Leona, Jamil, Malleus

Written with the idea of fem!reader, can be read as any gender, literal hurt/comfort, swearing, still pretty fluffy though

tw: graphic descriptions of injuries, getting hit by cars, and hit and runs

average 500 words per character

Don't be sorry, I love extra and specific! And, as we're already aware, I also love getting carried away with prompts lmaoo Side note, do y'all get notified when I post under your ask or should I start tagging the people who make requests?

Trey Clover

The two of you had gone to town to try out something, anything from that famous patisserie. You'd been trying to get something from there the last few months, always just missing it by two or three people in line. The last time the two of you had tried, Trey was actually the one they told that they were sold out. You agreed that you just had to go a little earlier, then there was no way you'd miss out. So, hand in hand, you and Trey left the campus at four in the morning, still not fully awake but determined to succeed this time. It wasn't a short walk to get to town, let alone the patisserie, but with it being so early in the morning you at least didn't have to worry about other people hindering your progress.

You were a few blocks out from finally getting to taste that greatness again, the sun barely kissing the horizon, when a cat darted out from an alley just ahead of you. Trey chuckled as it startled you, still too tired to expect the unexpected. You stopped to watch the cat for a second as it trotted into the road. If you hadn't been watching the cat, you wouldn't have seen the truck, headlights off and speeding down the street. You only thought about it for half a second before you let go of Trey's hand and sprinted towards the cat, not stopping when he shouted your name in panic. You scooped up the cat, protecting it with your body as the car impacted your back, and Trey watched as you disappeared underneath for a moment. The truck sped off, as if they had only hit a bump in the road, as Trey ran to you. He carefully flipped you over, the cat wiggling free of your arms and running off unharmed. His hands were shaking as he started a healing spell, trying to ignore how much blood there already was on the road, he had to try, you couldn't just... He had to try. He was surprised by how fast the healing spell was working, his own terror leading him to believe that he was just doing a really good job before your eyes shot open again. He stopped his spell, but your wounds kept closing, bones kept setting. You sat up with a groan, spitting out a few pebbles as you went.

"Is the cat okay...?" You asked groggily.

Trey just stared for a moment before he broke into laughter, tears of relief streaming down his face as he lunged forward to hold you in his arms. "Yeah... it's okay, sweetheart."

Ruggie Bucchi

The two of you went into town fairly often for dates. Specifically, you went to get free food. You were running out of places to run the scam, but how it would work is the two of you would go into separate restaurants, and sit there for awhile pretending that you were getting stood up. A good 80% of the time, the waitstaff would feel bad and comp your meals or give you a free dessert, you would ask for to go containers, then meet up on the beach for a picnic. Sometimes the picnic would only be two little cakes, but occasionally, you had full meals to share with each other.

Ruggie was waiting in the usual spot meet up spot, away from the restaurants. He'd managed to score one of your favorite pasta dishes from his half of the endeavor, and as you approached the opposite side of the street, he could see a smaller to go box in your hands. Dessert still meant it worked. He grinned at you as you waved for him, checking for cars. You swore you looked both ways, could've sworn there was no one coming. It happened so fast. One second you were jogging towards him, the next he was watching as you bounced along down the road, tires still squealing. You'd barely skidded to a stop when he made a break for you, dropping the box in his hands as he rushed to get to you. The second he dropped to his knees next to your broken body, the car backed up, then sped around the two of you to leave.

"HEY!" Ruggie shouted after it to no avail, whoever it was had no intention of sticking around, and he couldn't afford to go chasing after it. "Motherfucker...!"

He turned his focus back to you, hands hovering over the obviously broken bones and serious road rash and cuts that were oozing blood with every heartbeat, not wanting to hurt you. He had caught himself in a loop of thinking about picking you up off the road and not wanting to move you just in case, wanting to start a healing spell and thinking he should wait for professionals. He'd just dug his phone out when he heard a popping sound, then a groan, looking down to see your twisted limbs pulling themselves back together. He stared in awe, and a little horror, as your wounds began to close. Little rocks spitting themselves out of your road rash as you sat up, rubbing your back and looking like you were just uncomfortable and mildly inconvenienced. Then your head shot around, back to where you were initially hit, whining when you saw your to go box, partially ran over and spilled open on the pavement.

"Dammit," you grumbled as you yanked on your arm to guide your shoulder back into its socket, "they gave me that good cheesecake too!"

Ruggie just stared for a moment in disbelief before shouting, "YOU WERE JUST HIT BY A CAR AND THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE CONCERNED ABOUT?!"

"Yeah! It was the good caramel one from over by the docks!"

He sighed heavily, reaching forward to pull you into his arms. "We gotta talk about your priorities..."

Leona Kingscholar

It wasn't often that you were able to drag Leona off school grounds, you were lucky he couldn't say no to your professional pathetic puppy dog eyes. You were going to see a showing in the theater of a movie you'd adored as a kid, insisting to him that it was different to see it in the theater when he offered to just pick up a copy of it for you. He'd grumbled about it at first, but he actually stayed awake through the whole thing, even seeming to enjoy it by the end. You teased him about it a little as the two of you walked out of the theater, reveling in the way he smirked and pushed your face away from him to hide it.

Leona had his arm wrapped around your shoulders while you chatted about the movie, heading for the crosswalk when you heard a commotion behind you. Two kids, no older than eight, were coming out of the theater with their mom. The older of the two must've tripped, scraping his knee, and was crying on the sidewalk, the younger-- little, no older than five-- was laughing at his brother as he jumped up and down. Their mom's attention was focused on the injured boy as you heard the other yell that he would race them to the car. It was cute. You and Leona stopped at the crosswalk, waiting for the light to change, when you saw movement out of the corner of your eye. You turned just in time to see the little boy darting out into the road, just far enough from you to avoid your initial grab. It didn't take much to extract yourself from Leona's hold and spring forward, Leona snapping your name as you ran after the boy and into oncoming traffic. And it was oncoming. You managed to snatch the boy by the collar just in front of a car that had already slammed on the brakes but was far too close, spinning to toss him back the way he came. The boy slammed into Leona's legs just as the car hit you, sending you flying into the intersection. He'd heard your bones snap when you were hit, he knew you weren't okay, face down in the middle of the intersection. But first...

He grabbed the boy by the collar you'd pulled to save him, pulling him to his feet and crouching down to his level, glaring daggers into his crying face. "Get back to your mother." He growled low in his chest. "Now!"

The boy wailed as he sprinted back towards the theater, but Leona didn't give him a second glance as he ran to you. The owner of the car was already there, on the phone with the emergency services, and was unceremoniously shoved out of the way when Leona approached. He knelt next to you, running a hand lightly over your hair as he took note of everything that was broken. Too much. Anything was too much in his eyes when it came to you. He didn't like that he could see your leg bone, he didn't like that he could smell the overwhelming iron of your blood on the sun baked pavement, he didn't like how little you were moving.

"You'll be alright." He muttered, leaning down to your ear, unsure if he was reassuring himself or you.

"Yeah, give it a second." You agreed, making him snap back upright as he wasn't expecting a response, let alone one that sounded so nonchalant.

While he was reeling from his own whiplash, he could hear the creaking and popping as your bones slid back into place, and he grimaced as he watched your exposed leg bone slide back under your skin. Then your skin began to pull closed, intense injuries disappearing in mere moments until all that was left were pink scars and the damage to your clothes. You sat back up, shaking your arms out and grabbing your jaw, popping it back into place like it happened every day. Once you looked like nothing had happened, Leona reached over and swatted you upside the head.

"The fuck was that?!" He snapped as you rubbed at the spot he hit.

"What, was I supposed to let the kid get hit by the car?" You shot back with a smirk.

He growled, but said nothing, rolling his eyes as he sat back on his hands. You could see the relief in his posture, even if he didn't express it with words. Good luck trying to get him to come to town again.

Jamil Viper

Jamil needed a day off, even if he wouldn't admit it. You bribed some Scarabia members to watch after Kalim for one evening, making sure he didn't die while you stole Jamil away for a date night in town. He griped about it at first, of course, worried Kalim would do something stupid while he was gone. But it was just a few hours with his favorite person, he could put Kalim on a back burner for once. The two of you had been talking about trying a new restaurant in town that served dishes from the Scalding Sands, and you were excited to see if they could match up to Jamil.

You were laughing as you left the restaurant, Jamil holding your hand and giving you his honest critic as you headed back towards the campus. "It was fine," immediately followed by everything they did wrong in a brutally honest fashion, ending with "but it was fine." You knew he was embellishing for your sake, he liked to find ways to make you laugh. You squeezed his hand, telling him that next time you'd stick to tried and tested places. He liked the idea of next time, especially with the usual daily chaos so far away. Not wanting to head back just yet, he pulled you along a different route, explaining that he'd heard about an ice cream parlor nearby that might make up for the dinner. You knew the real reason, but just followed along with a smile.

You were crossing the street when someone blew a red light, the car barrelling towards the two of you. You didn't think, you just shoved Jamil out of the way before the impact. He didn't see it happen, having tumbled to the ground when you shoved him. When he looked back, the car was nowhere to be seen, and you were a little further up the road laying motionless. He was quick to pull himself back up, nearly tripping over his feet as he made his way over to you. You must've gone under the wheels, both legs crushed in a way that nearly made him sick. He dug his shaking fingers into the fabric of your shirt, resisting the urge to pull you up and into his lap. He knew plenty of healing spells, he had to with his lifestyle. Why couldn't he remember any of them? He bit his tongue to bleeding as he just sat there, silent tears dripping off his face. He felt like he couldn't move, not that he wanted to. Then you did. It was slow at first, if he didn't have his hands on your torso, he wouldn't have noticed the way your ribs slotted back into place. Still frozen, he watched as your legs squirmed unnaturally, listening to you groan in discomfort as the crushed areas reformed. You still had some blood on your face as you pushed yourself back up, giving him a worried look as he let go of your shirt in a daze.

"Jamil, are you okay?" You asked quickly, twisting around to face him fully, cupping his cheeks as gently as you could. "Are you hurt?"

He didn't move. For a lot longer than you maybe should have, the two of you sat in the road as you checked him over for injuries. Finding none but the light scrapes on his arms, you focused back on his face.

"Never do that again." He finally muttered, grabbing your arms and holding on like you were about to disappear. "Don't ever do that again."

Malleus Draconia

Malleus had always been able to sense some sort of blessing on you. It wasn't uncommon for members of Diasomnia to be blessed by the fae before arriving at NRC, so he never thought to ask about it. Looking back, maybe he should have.

He wasn't with you when it happened. It never would've happened in the first place if he'd been there. Lilia got a call from one of your friends saying that you'd been hit by a car in town, and that Malleus needed to get there as fast as he could. He was gone the second Lilia finished telling him where you were. He only got to see your broken body laying in the road for the briefest moment before your eyes shot open and you sat up, your friend screaming in terror. It didn't take him long to connect the dots as he approached you, watching as you maneuvered your broken arm back into the correct position for the bones to reattach, large wounds from sliding along the road already starting to stitch themselves closed before his eyes. A blessing of protection, then... He sighed heavily in relief before crouching down next to you.

"Are you alright, beloved?" He asked with a small smile as you cracked your neck with a satisfied groan.

"I've been better." You huffed, taking his offered hand and letting him help you up. "You don't seem surprised."

"It is no surprise to me that someone would want to bless you. You may want to explain it to your friend, however."

The two of you looked over to your friend, who was still standing there, mouth agape and staring at you in horror. You laughed and squeezed Malleus's hand before going over to them to explain the situation. It was comforting to know someone had blessed you in such a way that you could not be hurt for long, but he knew the sight of you broken in the middle of the road would haunt him for years to come. One more blessing couldn't hurt, right?

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO USE MY WORK TO TRAIN AI

MASTERLIST

[bearyfast]

Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader - GR63

Partnering: George Russell x fem!dallas cowboys cheerleader!Y/N (referred to as Yourname)

Type: Fluff

Established Relationship

Social Media AU

Summary: George is dating a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader and goes on holiday during the off-season.

Warnings: None (if I've missed any, please let me know and I'll add them!)

F1 Masterlist

Yourusername posted:

Yourusername: A few highlights from the season, excited for the break but sad to leave! @georgerussell and I will be heading off on a holiday ❤️

Comments:

User: HOW did george russell pull THIS girl???

User: ahh! So cute!

Georgerussell: My gorgeous girl ❤️

liked by Yourusername

User: excited to see you at the dallas cowboy’s game i’m going to in a few weeks

User: do you have a job besides being a dcc?

-Yourusername: I work part time as a model (mainly for mercedes and george’s merch drops)

User: the only reason i even watch f1 is to see how george does because he dates u (and to see if ur watching from the paddock)

Dallascowboyscheerleaders: Sad to see you go but hope you have a great time on holiday! 💙

George Russell posted:

George Russell: On holiday with my girl ❤️ @yourusername

Comments:

Yourusername: just to let y'all know, after that last picture a big wave came and George fell over (dragging me down with him)

-George Russell: I helped you get the sand out of your hair after! (love you)

User: george should be training not going on holiday

-User: He needs a break too?

User: I only follow George for the Yourname content!

User: they are so cute together

Mercedesamgf1: Have fun! 🤭

-George Russell: 🤫

-Yourusername: 🤨

Yourusername posted:

Yourusername: I said yes! @georgerussell

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George Russell posted:

George Russell: She said yes! @yourusername

Comments have been turned off on this post

F1 Gossip posted:

F1 Gossip: George Russell just announced his engagement to his girlfriend of two and a half years, Yourname. She is a Dallas Cowboy’s Cheerleader (along with sometimes modeling for Mercedes AMG F1’s and George’s merch drops) who gained a massive following after the Netflix documentary ‘America’s Sweetheart’s’ released.

Comments:

User: wow she is STUNNING

User: can we talk about how massive that rock is for a sec???

User: Did you guys see George at the Dallas Cowboys game?

-User: omg yes, george looked like he didn’t even care for the actual football lol

-User: he was literally just watching Yourname the entire time, bro looked so bored whenever she took a break 😂

User: she’s not even that pretty?

-User: and what kind of job is cheerleading lol-User: the idiocy of some people ASTOUNDS me 🤣

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To think I almost missed my Sunday question ☹️ just got done with finals and (massive plot twist I'm sure) I still have Johnny on the mind.

So here's another big question that you can feel free to answer in whatever depth you'd like!

How has Johnny and Ben's relationship evolved through the years? The panel that really made me ask this question is the one where Johnny's asking what he can do for Ben to forgive him. (Also when the rest of the family disappears and they start losing their powers). It just got my brain working. (I also always enjoy their interactions in your fics so I was curious abt how you see their relationship being).

Thanks! ✨

Yeah, I definitely think there's a lot of evolution to Ben and Johnny's relationship, and that Johnny specifically is very, very emotionally dependent on Ben. I'm not saying Ben doesn't love Johnny just as fiercely, he's pretty readily demonstrated he would die for Johnny, but that Ben has other relationships he can rely on in that corner, whereas Johnny tends to self-destruct without Ben's presence.

(Fantastic Four #5)

I think there's a perception that Johnny's teasing of Ben, especially in the early days, is cruel or malicious, and I think that's an unkind reading of the situation. Yes, Johnny does make fun of Ben often, but here's the thing (badumpsh): Johnny doesn't tip toe around Ben's condition. Ben is the one who calls himself a monster, who rages in the early days, who is the one who (in early canon) is the most physically impacted by the cosmic rays. (Later canon will explore Johnny's depth of self-control with his powers, in addition to the Reed and Sue's own control of their powers.) Johnny is sixteen, his sister is frequently busy with her boyfriend and their new responsibilities -- he's in pretty close contact with Ben, probably more so than anyone else on the team. He's teasing him and playing practical jokes to get his attention and to take Ben's mind off things.

Ben says it himself in The Thing #23 (during a period where he and Johnny very much are not on good terms): "Nah, I wuz never really mad at ya, kid... sure wanted ta moider ya sometimes... but I still loved ya."

Ben has the least reason to be emotionally close to Johnny. He's not his girlfriend's kid brother, after all. But it's clear from early on that Ben is attached to Johnny and that he does love him, even if wants to "moider" him sometimes. Early canon Johnny is a magnet for trouble. His Strange Tales run is really where that shines. He's easily manipulated by slick criminals. He's targeted by a fake Captain America. He gets tied to sign posts, the rail road tracks, and a porpoise. He absorbs a bomb's explosion to save a town.

(Strange Tales #112) "If anything happens to that kid, I'll... no!! It can't happen!" Fantastic Four makes it clear very early on that as much as they fight, this isn't a purely antagonistic relationship. Ben loves Johnny, he'd just rather walk through Times Square in the buff before he admits it.

As for Ben being Johnny's rock, literally, there's a couple of big examples of Johnny just absolutely going off the deep end without Ben present. Johnny already generally does not tend to do well when the team is not together.

(FF #191)

The incident you outline, where Ben says he never wants to see Johnny again, is probably the best example of this, although I have two others. For background: by total accident, Johnny once messed up once of Reed's attempts to cure Ben of being the Thing. Reed decides that neither he or Johnny will ever tell anybody about this, especially not Ben. Of course, the truth comes out, and at a terrible moment, when an outside force is trying to tear the team apart. Johnny's powers are gone (something that already puts him in a precarious place emotionally), and Sue and Reed have lost custody of their kids.

(Fantastic Four v5 #7) Gonna blanket rec volume 5 on the whole here. It's the last run before corporate took the book off the market over movie rights for three years, and it's a very good, very cohesive story. (I don't like what it does with Sharon Ventura. But I don't like what any Fantastic Four book has ever done with Sharon Ventura, save for Marvel Knights 4's brief cameo.) But Johnny's been through the wringer here already. He's lost his powers, both of his careers, and his sister has lost custody of his niece and nephew. But he only goes totally off the rails and disappears into his "party boy" persona after Ben cuts off contact with him.

(FF v5 #10-11) "Johnny's a mess." Luckily he's got an incredibly handsome and devoted """best friend""" (canon JohnnyWyatt when) and also Spider-Man to drag him out of it, but Johnny reuniting with Ben is definitely a huge part of what drags him out of this state.

(FF v5 #12) "So you love me again, big buddy?" "Maybe."

There's the more recent example, where after Secret Wars (2015), when Reed, Sue, and the kids were assumed dead, we know Ben and Johnny had some kind of huge fight. Ben went to space, Johnny -- spiraled. Hard. Harder than the above example. This sets up a romantic relationship with Medusa which I feel pretty critical about, in part because the writer clearly didn't actually read Medusa's tenure on the team. (She and Johnny were friends! They were actually really good friends!) I believe it could have happened, not just because I'm an annoying canon purist, but because it kind of falls into previously established territory -- Johnny, in an emotionally vulnerable state and with Ben off planet, gets into an ill-advised romantic relationship with a member of the Fantastic Four's social circle. That's basically the exact setup for when he got into a relationship with Alicia. (Which, as I've previously said, was a relationship that, pre-Skrull spy retcon, was about Ben.) So I buy it, because Johnny does not make good romantic decisions when he's spiraling, I just kind of hated the writing surrounding it. Even after Ben came back, Johnny was too hurt by everything else to really recover. Ben's solution to this was to take Johnny on a multiversal wild goose chase to find Sue and Reed (Ben very much believed they were dead and was stalling for time) that went, uh, bad. Also they both lost their powers.

(Marvel 2-in-One (2018) #8) They made up! Off screen. When Sue and Reed returned. Johnny might have been living with Wyatt at this point, it's really unclear. (Tinfoil hat on, I do fully believe Slott originally intended to soft launch canon JohnnyWyatt. If he didn't do it intentionally, he did it unintentionally, because it's very difficult to read the beginning of his run any other way.)

But I think a bigger example of Johnny going off the rails without Ben is when Ben dies. And, very importantly here, Ben dies because he manages to overcome mind control for only long enough to tell Reed to kill him to save Johnny.

(FF #509)

In the aftermath, Johnny goes running, which is pretty typical for him. Rather than disappearing into a party boy persona, though, he takes Johnny Storm off the map entirely, working in an auto shop and avoiding Sue's calls.

(FF #509) "Hey, squirt, you... you know I ain't really here, right? That ya really are just makin' believe?" "...Yeah. But this is how I get through the day."

Johnny's grief is mirrored by Alicia, who has locked herself in her studio to do nothing but sculpt Ben all day.

(FF #509) "She says it helps her pretend Ben's still with us. Isn't that sad?" Yikes.

Ben gets better, of course, and Johnny bounces back, but I do think about it in context of Johnny Storm's Last Stand, where Johnny bodily pushes Ben out of the way (seconds before Ben transforms back into the Thing) so he can take his place defending the Negative Zone gate.

(FF #584 and #600)

I do think this is a case where Johnny can't let Ben die for him again. It's a relationship with such an intense amount of emotion. Yeah, they fight a lot, and the (mutual) prank war has been going on forever, but they will both sacrifice themselves before they let the other put themselves in danger.

(FF #535) And I don't think it's a relationship where you can point to moments that caused that intense loyalty and love for each other. I think it's a slow slide into it, a result of living in each other's pockets for so long. Johnny was young when he met Ben -- for him, Ben is one of the constants in his life, the person he can depend on. When he doesn't have Ben to lean on, he's lost.

For Ben, Johnny's the little brother he never had, the thorn in his side, his partner in crime. He might be able to get along without Johnny's presence in his life, but he wouldn't be happy, as much as he protests otherwise. He goes to incredible, if misguided, lengths in 2-in-1 to try and protect Johnny, largely from himself. I think, for Ben, the depths of Johnny's self-hatred is something he hates thinking about, but he knows about it, and so he does what Johnny did for him in the early days: he picks on him to him to distract him. It's never malicious. It's their dynamic.

(Marvel 2-in-1 #3) "'Cause you're broken."

For some fun, largely overlooked Ben and Johnny content, I really like the brief period where they were on the team with T'Challa and Storm while Reed and Sue were on a second honeymoon.

(FF #545) "Is Ben going to try and fight him?" "Does Wolverine go through a lot of gloves?"

It's very brief, from #544-550 (although I'd read #543 as well for Ben and Johnny content), but it's fun and it's a good look at them on their own when they're both in a relatively good place.

In conclusion, I love them, your honor.

(FF #570)

[heretohavenone]

Anyways, so, Shatterbird being born in Dubai is something that made a Lot of her like. Click. Particularly with how she treats Sand given how Dubai is literally a place of wealth know for ultra-extravagent shows of class disparity in the middle of a fucking desert. With a woman who holds her entire identity on the amount of class she has and her placement/recognition. Like, no shit she isn't good a controlling sand and it feels like static to her, it might as well be a symbol of lower class to her. The wealthy and influential got to stay inside of glass and control it, those without any Didn't. The fact she got that with a Cauldron vial is hilarious too. How the hell do you get that lucky. I'm like 90% sure that the sand thing could be further improved via training and mental exercises she can't do because it would fuck up some subconscious stigma in her head.

Which makes her subscription to the Slaughterhouse 9 and her affection for Jack all the funnier, because they're literally murder hobos. Jack could probably sleep in a dumpster and have his entire life be revealed for the grifting lie it is and he'd go back to slashing like nothing happened. And she fell for him. She fell for the serial killer equivalent of a hipster who plays music in his van and says he's gonna tear down the system. She fell for a guy with like, NEGATIVE class. She's a girl who went to a preppy private school who fell for the first person to probably make her question her ideas about class since Jack Slash is the most unfair person to fight/plan against in worm and is Weirdly effective, despite not having Any class, and made her question some of her stigma while breaking her down in the S9 trials. Thats right, this fucked up murder pair is actually an example of a underclass, unprivleged guy making someone born into a place of wealth and influence question the importance of Class when they can do So much without it. . . Which is such a funny spin on that trope. Since. They're just piece of shit serial killers who are only applying this to the 'art' of mass murder, and nothing else. He probably just helped her think "Woah, actually, I can murder WITHOUT needing to make it a metaphor in relation to a Freudian psychological theory, and that can make it More painful since it's senseless!" And that's it. She thinks she's evolving past pre set ideas of class with Jack but all she's doing is changing very surface level stuff and tolerating things, while trying to find roles/positions of power to put herself into for her identity. Like being the 9's Herald. Anyways. Just some headcanons after reading the missing interlude for research on my last post.

[thefrogman]

I want to give an example.

Some may think it is a small thing compared to the bad behavior we are witnessing in the world right now. But I think it illustrates the point I'm trying to make.

A small scale moral quandary...

I was trying to make a funny pope post. And my research found there was a single pope named Pope Lando. He was the last pope to use a unique name that had no previous religious significance.

He just liked Lando and went with it.

No pope since has taken his name because he only pope'd for 6 months and it was during a very bloody and corrupt period of history. People think he did a piss poor poping job and some historians have even omitted Lando from the pope ledger.

And I just wondered how Lando's pope cred got so damaged.

I wanted to make a joke about Billy Dee Williams being a 10th century pope, but he was disgraced for making ads about a 40 ounce beverage with a slogan that has murky implications about inebriated consent.

That was a real ad campaign in the 80s and probably the inspiration for Sex Panther.

I thought, "I just need to put a pope hat on Lando and that would be a solid joke."

But it was 3am and I was getting sleepy and I didn't feel like opening Photoshop.

So I generated this in ChatGPT.

It looks fantastic. It took 30 seconds. And if I didn't say anything, people would think I Photoshopped this because I have a reputation for that sort of thing.

But doing this kind of high level work would take hours. I don't know if any of you have tried to re-clothe someone from assets, but it sucks. A lot of brute force warp tooling.

But until there are regulations protecting artists and the environment, I am ethically opposed to using Gen AI in this way.

I made rules.

I only work on my own art using Gen AI as an accessibility tool for my fatigue and concentration issues.

I do not generate anything from scratch.

I only use AI that has been trained on licensed images (Photoshop and Topaz Photo AI).

I use it for non-artistic tedium and things that are impossible through traditional methods.

For example... I use it for complex selections (hair/fur), repairing damaged photos (replacing missing areas of faces or bodies), dust/speck removal (can still take hours with AI), erasing complex objects (drunk uncle photobombing wedding), fixing out-of-focus areas (literally impossible otherwise), and upscaling (brand new pixel information rather than pixel repeating algorithms).

In this case, the pope assets were generated from scratch and the training used internet scraping. I did no artistic work so the final product would not be my art.

These tools benefit my art. They benefit my clients. They save me hours and hours of energy that would give me horrible post-exertional malaise. And in some cases, they allow me to fix previously unfixable shit.

This restoration still took many hours. Most of the impressive color correction was done with traditional tools and my years of training. AI didn't do this for me. It improved clarity, generated sections of the boy's face, and a few hours of zapping artifacts with a Gen AI powered remove tool.

I don't feel I directly hurt any artists using the tools the way I did. I didn't adopt their style. I didn't take a job from them. And while licensed images are not a perfect solution for ethical training, they are better than straight up stealing from people.

I thought a lot about this.

I considered what would hurt fellow artists the least while still benefiting from these tools to aid my disability issues.

This was the ethical standard I decided to hold myself to.

But I was tempted.

The easy thing was so... easy.

I could probably get away with it. I'm sure there are several people reading this, hearing me ramble, and saying "WHO FUCKING CARES? It wasn't even that great of a joke!"

I had all of these justifications for why it wouldn't be bad. I was trying to make it a neutral choice.

I wanted to give in to the bad behavior.

I was almost ready to post, but I kicked myself in the brain, and my stupid conscience woke up.

I opened Photoshop and threw a pope hat on Lando.

Doesn't look as good. But it was all I needed for the joke.

Sometimes choosing good behavior is exhausting.

It's not always pretty easy for me.

I wish it was.

(In reference to this post)

I'm going to be honest, this kind of attitude concerns me.

I've been going over my past lately. I'm writing something about my relationship with my brother. And I found a letter I never sent him.

Here is an excerpt.

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I was not a good brother to you.

I took you for granted and was an ungrateful jerk. You used to do so much to help me. You did all kinds of manual labor because my stupid failing body could not. You built me things. You helped me fix things. You drove me places I needed to be. When I first got sick at college you came to Kansas City and scooped me up and brought me back home.

I remember one Christmas you even went back to the family gathering and stuck up for me. They didn't understand how sick I was and you explained it to them. I never told you how much that meant to me. I should have hugged you and thanked you profusely on the spot. You believed me even when some doctors refused to. And you used that big heart of yours to defend me.

That was an amazing act of courage. Find that same courage now. Stand up for Mom & Dad. Stand up for yourself. Put your foot down and fix this.

It took me way too long to figure it out, but it is my regret of being a bad brother that helped me realize why you don't like my humor. Why you are one of the very few people I can't make laugh. It's because I used that humor at your expense. I made fun of you. I teased you the same way those betraying bastard fake friends did in high school. At the time, I probably thought my jokes were harmless fun. But I'm sure you felt they were cruel and hurtful. We are such different people and I had a hard time understanding you. I used humor as a weapon to highlight our differences. I have no excuse. I have no justification for being a jerk to you.

All I can do is say I am sorry. Truly and deeply sorry.

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I didn't send that letter because he was too far gone. His wife read every email and text and I had no way of getting through to just him.

My brother used to be a much better person than me. I often failed to be the good person I thought I was. I didn't realize I was being hurtful at the time. And I didn't do this to just him. I thought I was just making jokes. It was not "pretty easy" for me to realize that. It took years of growing and hindsight.

He used to be nothing but good behaviors all the way down.

And I struggled to limit my bad behaviors.

I was bullied in grade school and realized that if you are funny, people don't bully you anymore. So my brain thought I needed to make people laugh at all times. And it didn't matter if my jokes were at someone else's expense.

Bad behaviors are often easy. They can be tempting. They can require less effort. They can have greater rewards. And sometimes they can protect you. They can be a defense mechanism. Your brain trying to avoid trauma. "I'll hurt someone first so no one hurts me."

There is a reason so many people struggle to be good all the time.

Good behavior requires constant vigilance. You can't do a certain number of good things and then just call yourself a good person. And you can't just not do bad things either. A good person isn't necessarily just "not being evil to other people." That is neutral, at best.

I've learned that being a good person isn't something you just are. It is an ongoing choice. You have to maintain it. You have to actively keep it going. You have to consistently choose good behaviors and limit the bad.

And we all choose bad behaviors from time to time.

Don't kid yourself.

If you know the story of my brother, he let bad behaviors win. He let someone influence him to abuse and neglect his own family. He did it because he was traumatized. He was humiliated by a girl in high school. She said she was his girlfriend. She let him take her to prom. Then she wrote a one-act play called "Prom Nightmare" and performed it in front of the entire school. He was a laughing stock to 2000 classmates.

He is terrified of being alone but he is also terrified that any romantic partner is faking their affections. So obedience is his tool to prevent that. He will do anything his partner instructs to make sure her affection is real. His unmanaged trauma has run amok and led him to dark choices to keep his relationship intact at any cost.

He was such a good person. And now he is not. He has the potential. He is so good with his daughter. He is capable of good behaviors. And I think that is why it upsets and angers me so much. I can still see what he could be.

If you want to see people as just good and bad, that's up to you. I can't do it anymore. I think humans are too complicated. And I worry about getting complacent. I need to check in on my ratio of good to bad behaviors constantly. It would be too easy to say I am a good person and not think about it again.

I mean, sure, I don't kick puppies. I don't taunt the elderly. I don't assault random strangers.

Being good is easy!

Right?

[biocrafthero]

hi i remember you mentioning bpd mafuyu like a while ago and i have thought about it a lot since. could i maybe ask you to elaborate………. /nf

I talked about it on my sideblog which basically summarizes my thoughts but I'll add some more here while I'm at it :3

I find formal diagnostic criteria to be a bit finicky especially depending on the psychiatrist's view of the disorder when they diagnose someone with it, so a lot of my thoughts about it are based off of my own personal experience. Please note I am not formally diagnosed but highly suspect myself to have the disorder

A lot of Mafuyu's BPD symptoms are characterized by lack of emotion/being extremely out of touch with one's own emotions. In Main Story she expresses these feelings quite clearly, saying that no matter how much she searches she can't find anything (a statement made referring to her sense of self). As the stories go on she does grow and is getting closer to finding her "true self", but smth nice about it that I talk about in my sideblog post is that this builds off of her [vaguely defined] personality traits

A large part of why she likely has BPD is obviously because of her mother. Her mom is very much emotionally enmeshed with her daughter, smth that other posters can explain a lot better than me and also something that can be found in these events:

What Lies Beyond Guiding A Lost Child (third focus)

Farewell, My Mask (fourth focus)

And So, The Needle Begins To Move (sixth focus)

Do keep in mind I haven't read Reeling In The Lights (fifth focus) because I'm waiting for it to get to English server nglllllll

In each of these events, we can observe how Mafuyu's mom intertwines her emotional state with her daughter's. The whole "be a good girl and you'll make me happy/proud" thing speaks for itself, but something that's very notable that came up in Mafu6 is how whenever Mafuyu's mom starts getting upset Mafuyu immediately drops everything to make her feel better. At the end of this particular event, Mafuyu is driven into a dissociative spiral after her mom left the room to go calm down (AFTER MAKING A WHOLE SCENE OF GETTING UPSET!!!). Mafuyu perceives any moment of her mom being upset as her fault

The fact that her mother relies on her to such an extent for stability like this, on top of the fact that she actively isolates her daughter socially—Main Story, Immiscible Discord (Kana3), Mafu4, and probably other things I'm forgetting—as well as the lack of privacy between the two of them (again, Kana3) means that Mafuyu literally did not have the room to develop her own independent sense of self.

It's not like this was just something that started in her teen years either, since we literally see how Mafuyu's mom used a traumatic event to emotionally manipulate her very young daughter (Mafu3, specifically when Mafuyu was very young and got lost as Phoenix Wonderland, a sequence of events we see through a flashback). Emotional abuse like this can have extreme negative consequences, especially at such a key psychological developmental stage for children that age.

I may be missing a thing here or there because I am a little tired but yeah this is some more rambling about that from the top of my head. I really do think that Mafuyu has some kind of personality disorder, and borderline fits her the best imo.

Please note again that this is all based off of my personal experiences and my own knowledge of borderline. I am NOT formally educated on the subject, what I'm doing here is basically peak "recognizing myself in the fictional character" or whatever

Also smth funny that's semi-related is that during Imprisoned Marionette (first focus) Mizuki refers to helping Mafuyu as "basically rehab" WHICH IS REALLY FUNNY AND IT ALWAYS STUCK WITH ME LMAO

[qoldenskies]

Do you have like a comprehensive list of ccDon's triggers? For research purposes :)

i dont because i think its mostly situational. sometimes things are going to trigger him when they normally dont, it depends on the mindset, the day he's having, how expected it is, etc etc. the reaction also varies but i will tryyyy and i might miss some things

being suddenly touched/snuck up/grabbed from behind (goes first because it originally stems from the shredder, it just has extra baggage post-curse)

small dark spaces, including rooms with no accessible exits or low ceilings

the dark

raised voices, not even directed at him just visible anger from other people

the sound of laughter, usually only from his brothers but on a bad day it can be from anyone

dropping/breaking things (especially in front of people)

the sight or sound of broken glass

forgetting where things are/things being out of order/not being able to find something after putting it down

being touched around his wrists, ankles, neck, or shell (he can work up to his shell being touched with people he trusts, as long as its not from behind). being suddenly grabbed will also set him off, especially if it's by the arm

being held down at all, not feeling like he's capable of escaping

raph can touch him but the first poke of claws, even for scritches, will freak him out

knocking sounds

the smell of blood or vomit

being alone with mikey in the kitchen or raph in the lab :(

leo's sword on a bad day, especially if it swings near him

pretty much any insinuation that he doesn't care will upset him, but any variation of the phrase "you could at least pretend to care" is an actual trigger for obvious reasons

not being told what's happening before serious conversations, something like "we need to talk" with no elaboration will probably make him expect abuse

cleaning/working and messing up, under the right circumstances (he might forget where he is)

being talked about behind his back, even if it's positive

obvious secret-keeping from him will usually freak him out

one of his brothers being hurt, preventably, when he feels he could have done something

being stared at for a long time

any verbal doubt/distrust in his memories when he tries to recount things

ironically he'll run to the laundry room a lot but it will actually usually trigger him

being loomed/towered over

being told not to apologize/being asked what he's apologizing for

mikey crying/being upset around him

being watched while he works

raph in General. sometimes he literally just cannot be around him or hear his voice or his footsteps. imagine having to live with the person who nearly traumatically murdered you every single day lmao

AND PROBABLY MORE these are just all the ones that come to mind. cc!donnie is an absolute mess give him time LAWL

[zoros-fourth-sword]

𝑺𝑨𝑩𝑶 𝒙 𝑭𝑬𝑴 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

Request Post:

@kyokikia -hii can i request sabo × fem!afab! bratty reader, and brat taming smut? i wanna be completely dominated by this man.

{𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰 𝟏𝟖+ 𝑶𝑵𝑳𝒀}

This oneshot is a 18+ only so read at your own risk

This oneshot contains the following: fingering, brat taming, rough sex, choking, praise kink, and more

DOM SABO x BRATTY FEM READER

ENEMIES TO LOVERS

BEWARE MY WRITING SUCKS!!!!

Masterlist

"Your mission is to seek out the revolutionary army's chief of staff the flame emperor," Admiral Akainu said from his desk in front of you

"But sir how many times am I going to have to tell you I try but he always manages to escape" you complain to your Captain slouching back into your chair not really wanting to deal with Sabo of all people

"I don't wanna hear any complaints Miss Y/N it's your job you're a marine so you will obey my orders" Admiral Akainu snaps towards you not wanting to deal with your childish behavior at the moment

"Yea yea whatever old man" you huff rolling your eyes in annoyance

"Good now the last I heard he was spotted near {island name} your job is to bring him back dead or alive a pain in the ass like him needs to be locked up" Akainu growled squeezing the sides of his desk nearly breaking the wood

"Yes I know the routine Admiral" you huff lifting yourself from the chair you were sitting in

"Don't get pissed off at me if my mission doesn't succeed again" you say beginning to make your way out of his office

"Just get the job done Y/N," Akainu said as you shut the door of his office not letting him finish the rest of his complaining

This tends to happen almost all the time your sent an order to go hunt down the infamous Flame Emperor and it's literally the hardest job you have to do the little blonde fucker always seemed to escape you would be so close but the bastard loved to toy with you he would purposely turn himself in and then fucking laugh in your face after managing to disappear he loved to see your confidence go down the drain like some pathetic piece of hair and not only that he would always say the same annoying sentence

"Sorry pretty maybe next time"

Yea right, he knows damn well you don't have a fucking chance but does that mean your going to give up and give him that satisfaction no of course not, and besides hunting him down makes your job less boring.

.

.

.

Your currently hiding on the island that Akainu told you were Sabo would be no patiently waiting for him to make a big commotion like he always does somehow almost burning down each damn island you come across with his freakish devil fruit powers

"Miss Y/N are you there" you hear from the inside of your marine coat pocket letting you know someone was trying to contact you from your mini Transponder snail

"Yeah I'm here," you say pulling the little creature out of your coat

"Admiral Aka-" Before the soldier could finish his sentence a big boom came from the left side of the island letting you know that Sabo was for sure here

"Sorry got no time he's here" you quickly say putting the snail back into your pocket and dashing off in the direction of the explosion

As you began nearing the sight there was fire everywhere literally everywhere why the fuck does the little shit have to be so destructive

Just as you were about to speed up your pace a person jumped in front of you causing you to stop in your place

"Well well well if it isn’t Miss Pretty Marine again" The man chucked his arms crossed over his chest one hand holding his signature pipe

"Yea yea it's not like I wanna be here" you growl in frustration rolling your eyes in annoyance not liking the way he's teasing you

"Awe come on Y/N don't be like that I know you missed me" Sabo laughed as he began slowly walking towards you

"Yea you wish" you snap crossing your arms over your chest your white button up tightening around your breast

"Mhm" Sabo hummed stopping right In front of you scanning his eyes over your body

"You know you're quite the rude woman," Sabo said beginning to walk circles around you as you fight the urge to punch him in the face

"Okay and what do you fucking expect me to do give you a pat on the shoulder and call it a day" you sarcastically snap at him your eyes following his every movement

"Miss Y/N you got quite the dirty mouth it's not very lady like" Sabo chucked stopping in front of you again

"Why yo-"Before you could finish your sentence the fucker cut you off

"Got to get going sweetheart see you later" Sabo quickly said before making a dash for it leaving you in your spot in utter shock

Maybe you won't bring this fucker in alive after all

You quickly dash in the direction sabo took off in trying to catch up with the annoying bastard

"GET BACK HERE SABO" you yell towards the man seeing his body come into view

"YOU WISH" Sabo yelled back laughing at your persistence

Just as you were about to catch up to him the fucker decided to jump inside the nearest building causing you to nearly trip over your own feet

That little shit you swore you were going to kill him

You quickly dash inside the abandoned building through the window causing the glass to shatter all over the wooden floors

"Well you sure do know how to make an entrance" Sabo chuckles from his spot he was sitting in a chair with one leg in his lap and his arms crossed over his chest

"Oh shut up and fight me already" you growl becoming impatient with the blonde as you got into your fighting stance

"As you wish" Sabo smirked getting up from the chair placing his pipe aside along with his hat leaving his blonde hair a mess

"I'm not holding back princess," Sabo said as he began getting into his fighting stance in front of you

"Nether am l" you snap giving him the biggest glare you could muster on your face

"Very well then," Sabo said flinging his right hand toward your face causing you to block his punch with your arm

"Well I see your Reflexes got better" Sabo smirks trying to land another punch your way causing you to dodge it

"Well I had to get stronger to catch your annoying ass" you growl swinging your leg up towards his face trying to land a kick but before you could he grabbed your ankle keeping your leg in the air

"I'm sorry to burst your bubble princess but you have no chance," Sabo said as he kicked your other leg out from under you causing you to land on your back with a loud thud

"Keep telling yourself that blondie" your growl quickly raising yourself up off the floor trying to land another punch on Sabo

"I gladly will princess" Sabo laughs in amusement grabbing your wrist and turning you around and putting you in a headlock causing your back to be pressed against his chest

"You know Miss Y/N I can't help but tell your hair's gotten longer" Sabo whispered in your ear causing chills to run down your spine

"Are you that obsessed with me that you pay attention to my hair growth" you snap landing a hard hit against Sabo's stomach with your elbow causing him to let you go

"What can I say Princess we haven’t seen each other in quite a minute" Sabo hums his eyes scanning your body

"Awe did you miss me" you chuckle trying to land a kick against his ribs

"What can I say you make my job less boring," Sabo said as he grabbed your leg pushing you to the ground so that he was above you trapping your arms above your head

"I can say the same thing about you" you breathlessly say your chest slightly rising up and down causing your breast to gently rub against Sabo's chest

"You know Miss Y/N I've taken quite the liking towards you" Sabo whispered his face inches from your own his breath lightly fanning your skin

"Is that so" you say looking over every detail across his face

"Fuck it" Sabo growled

"Wha-" Before you could finish your sentence Sabo's lips were on your own in an instant you quickly jerked away in surprise

"What the fuck" you growl looking Sabo in the eyes feeling surprised yet flustered seeing the sight of pure lust fogging his orbs

You both didn't say a word just stared at each other in utter shock your brain literally couldn't grasp what was going on

Before anyone could say a word Sabo's lips were back on your own you quickly accepted it letting your lips move in sync it started off slow but soon became heated you you let him take control he quickly let go of your wrists letting you wrap your arms around his neck pulling him closer

"Fuck princess" Sabo growled taking your bottom lip between his teeth

"You're fucking delicious" Sabo hummed placing his gloved hand behind your neck slightly lifting your head to kiss you at a better angle

Before you could tell him to shut up and kiss you his lips were back on your own in a split second the kiss being more aggressive than before his tongue entered your mouth out of impatience he opened your legs with one knee placing himself between your thighs his hard-on slightly rubbing against your clothed core

"You've been quiet the brat Miss Y/N I think it's about time I teach you a lesson," Sabo said as he pulled away slightly grinding his hips against your own sending electric shock up your body

"Fuck" you gasped slamming your eyes shut due to the pleasure

"don't you agree" Sabo smirks as he began trailing his free hand up your hip and towards your neck wrapping his long fingers around your warm soft delicate skin slightly adding pressure

You couldn't even form a sentence let alone focus so you just simply nodded your head agreeing with Sabo's statement

"Well this is a suprise look at you being a good obedient Marine" Sabo chuckles pulling his hand out from behind your head so he could rub his gloved thumb over your bottom lip his other hand still wrapped around your throat

"What should I do with you" Sabo asked his eyes scanning your body

"Why don't you be a good girl and listen to everything I say yea," Sabo said grazing your cheek with the same thumb that was just on your lips

What the fuck were you doing you could lose your job over this but you just can't seem to stop yourself all this built-up tension that you and Sabo have had over the last few years is flowing over and there's nothing you could do about it

You simply just nod not wanting to give him the satisfaction of saying yes

"Come on princess I wanna hear that pretty mouth say it" Sabo chucked tightening his grip around your throat

Why that little shit he’s lucky you don't hate him right now

"Yes" you squeak turning your head to the side embarrassed with yourself

"Oh come on baby no need to be embarrassed" Sabo chuckled quickly standing up before lending down a hand for you to grab pulling you up off the ground

"Now Miss Y/N I want you to strip for me," Sabo said taking a seat in the chair from earlier taking his gloves off with his teeth

"But"

"No buts princess," Sabo said patiently waiting for you to take your clothes off

"Whatever" you mumbled slowly starting to unbutton your marine coat

"Good girl" Sabo said throwing his gloves on the floor placing his elbows on his knees and resting his chin in the palm of his hands getting ready to enjoy the show

You take your coat off throwing it on the floor before moving on to your white button up slowing unbuttoning it and taking it off leaving you in your bra

"Shit baby you really are pretty" Sabo groaned leaning back in his chair to adjust his position trying to loosen the tight grip around his cock from his pants

That sentence alone caused your heart to burst out of your chest deciding to ignore the feeling you quickly unbuttoned your jeans slowly pulling them down your hips making the situation slightly harder for Sabo

"Fuck baby" Sabo growled leaning his head back as he began rubbing his hard-on through his pants

"Come here," Sabo said as he patted his knee signaling you to come sit on his lap

You quickly obeyed his order slowly making your way toward him now standing in front of him

"Don't be shy baby sit down" Sabo smirks grabbing your hips spreading your legs so you could position yourself on his lap your legs on either side of the chair

"What should I do first," Sabo said as he began running his hands up your hips towards the curve of your breast slightly giving them a squeeze causing you to let out a small whimper

"You like that huh" Sabo hums trailing his hands back down your body and behind your back placing them on your butt giving both cheeks a good squeeze

"I bet you're fucking drenched" Sabo mumbled pampering kisses along your collarbone and neck as you let out a quite moan

"You sound as pretty as you look" Sabo mumbled trailing one of his hands back around your stomach and down toward your core

"Are you okay with me doing this?" Sabo asked looking up at you for consent

"Mhm" you hummed drunk off his touch

"Okay then" Sabo chuckled finally placing his fingers where you needed him most

"Shit pretty you are drenched" Sabo growled rubbing circles around my clothed clit feeling the dampness of your underwear you quickly grab a fist full of his shirt burying your face in his chest the scent of his cologne feeling your nostrils

"Fuck baby I can't get over you how come we didn't do this sooner" Sabo growled as he moved your underwear to the side slightly running his fingers through your wet folds making you jerk forward

"Fuck Sabo please I need more" you breathlessly say into his chest not being able to handle your arousel

"I don't know baby do you think brats deserve rewards" Sabo mumbled knowing damn what he was doing

"Yes please I'll be a good girl I promise" you whine against his chest gripping his shirt tighter hoping he would give you what you wanted

"Since you asked so nicely princess I'll do you this favor," Sabo said entering two digits into your core causing you to arch your back against him his hard cock slightly rubbing against your butt

"Fuck Y/N I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock" Sabo hummed slightly picking up his pace hearing your juices squash around his fingers

"Fuck Sabo you feel so good" you moan as you began to feel dizzy

"Fuck Y/N I can't wait any longer" Sabo said quickly lifting you up from the chair and towards the bed in the middle of the room

Sabo gently placed you on the bed causing your hair to sprawl out onto the blankets your legs slightly parted giving Sabo the perfect view of your clothed core

"Fuck Y/N you're absolutely beautiful," Sabo said removing his clothes so you weren’t the only one bare

Sabo soon made his way back above you sweat slightly layering his skin the sunlight shining through the windows making his skin glow

"I wanna make you mine Y/N I wanna be the only one to make you feel this way," Sabo said slowly pulling your underwear down your legs

"Fuck Sabo Ive always wanted you to make me yours why do you think I keep coming back" you whimper looking Sabo in the eyes

"Why do you think I keep running away princess I don't want you to catch me for a reason," Sabo said slamming his lips to your own his hand finding its way back to your core

"Fuck Sabo please do something already" you sob

"Your wish is my command" Sabo growled literally ripping your bra in half causing your breast to bounce free giving him the perfect view of your hardened nipples

"Are you ready baby" Sabo mumbled lining the head of his member against your opening

"Please sabo" you whimper wrapping both your arms and legs around him trying to pull him closer Before anyone could say another word Sabo gracefully slid his member inside you causing the both of you to let out a moan

"Shit Y/N your so tight and warm" Sabo groaned slowly thrusting in and out of you causing your body to slightly shake from the pleasure

"Fuck Sabo oh my gosh" you choke placing your face in the croak of his neck

"I know baby I know" Sabo growled as he began picking up his pace your skin slapping against each other feeling the small quite house with lewd noises

"Your the prettiest thing I have laid my eyes on" Sabo grunts leaning back from your neck so he could look at your pleasured face

"Your mine Y/N you understand that means no more being a fucking brat" Sabo growled wrapping his fingers around your throat feeling a sense of obsessive satisfaction coming over him

"Yes yes I understand" you choke as tears begin to form in your eyes due to Sabo's aggressive thrusting

"Fuck Y/N your such a good girl when your obedient" Sabo chuckled as he began aiming his hips upwards hitting that one spot causing you to let out a yelp your mouth falling open in pleasure

"Your face is so pretty when you're full of my cock" Sabo said releasing your throat pushing your hair out of your face so he could see you better

"Fuck Sabo l'm close" you moan beginning to feel the burning sensation you have been yearning for in your lower stomach

"Fuck baby me too" Sabo growled as he began to speed up his pace trying to reach his release causing your body to jerk forward with every thrust

"Fuck Sabo I'm going to cum" you moan once you felt your legs shake and the burning in your lower stomach becoming more intense

"Do it pretty girl cum all over my cock" Sabo growled before slamming his lips against your own

Once that sentence left his mouth the band in your stomach popped causing you to cum

"Fuck baby that was sexy just hold out a little longer I'm close" Sabo grunts speeding up his pace desperately wanting to reach his release

"Fuck baby l'm going to cum" Sabo said as he gripped the blankets beside your head releasing deep inside you

"Fuck baby your mine forever" Sabo groaned looking down at your face letting you see nothing but care and love fogging his eyes

REQUEST ARE OPEN!!!!

[op-sys-chaos]

How the hell is this the first time I’m learning that Cass is actually dyslexic?

I knew she couldn’t read early on because she was never taught how, and wasn’t even taught most language to begin with so she had a hard time identifying words she never knew to begin with when they were written down.

But I’ve never once seen her being actually explicitly dyslexic, even in fandom discussions of her.

Thinking back, I think someone alluded to it in a post I saw recently, but they just said “her disability” and I assumed it was just her generic struggle to read based on her lived experiences. I had no idea she was dyslexic on top of that.

(And to defend Babs for a sec, in the initial run where she’s trying to teach Cass to read (which I read) I don’t think she knows Cass is dyslexic either, she thinks it’s more generic illiteracy combined with a lack of language knowledge. (I think this bc I read that run and I don’t remember any mention of dyslexia at all. Just ‘she was never taught to read’ iirc.) I’ve never seen a piece of canon content that references her dyslexia directly, but I also haven’t read every Cass comic in existence (not even close) so it’s probably in a comic somewhere and I just missed it. But yeah, I think the reason Babs was so hard on Cass at first and so unaccommodating of her disability was because she didn’t know that Cass was disabled in that specific way and therefore thought Cass’s only obstacle was lack of experience, so obviously the solution was more experience. Without knowing Cass was dyslexic, she couldn’t properly help her.)

Damn, DC, you really dropped the ball. Tell us that Cass is dyslexic far more often please, let people in her life accommodate her and help her. They’re the type of people who would help if they knew, imo, so let them do it!! Let them know, let them mention it, let them help.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some googling to do. I’m gonna go find out when Cass’s dyslexia was first explicitly mentioned. 👍

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Okay, one (admittedly quick so I may have missed something) googling later tells me that Cass is never actually officially diagnosed as dyslexic, and all the screenshots I found show that she struggles to read but not that she actually has dyslexia on top of the experience-based language difficulties. I saw 0 canon mentions of dyslexia. (She is definitely dyslexia-coded, don’t get me wrong, and I don’t want to diminish the camaraderie that the dyslexia community had with Cass. But from what I saw, she’s not explicitly dyslexic.) Which means I can hop up on my soapbox and linguistics-nerd my way into a new theory about Cass’s language disabilities without violating canon, even if my theory is somehow a subcategory of dyslexia and I don’t realize it.

As a linguistics major who studied language acquisition in college (yes I’m about to be a super nerd about this hush) I actually am not sure if Cass being deprived of language truly counts as dyslexia. When you’re deprived of language as a child, the part of your brain that is meant to be used for it gets repurposed for other things. Even with training later on, they still can’t read, write, speak, or understand anything beyond the basics. (Thank you, unethical studies, for this intel.) Their brains quite literally no longer have the capacity to retain any linguistic information. They HAVE to develop language skills young if they ever want to be able to read. Which leads me back to Cass.

This is why I’m not actually 100% sure that this is actually dyslexia. Cass’s brain can only process language now because a telepath went in there and messed with her brain until he could speak to her (in her original origin at least, that may have since changed) so that’s why she can now use that part of her brain again. But that part of her brain is likely still performing whatever other function it got repurposed into doing (and even if that’s just the body reading thing she does, it still functions different than words, so my point still stands). So she had less brain capacity that she can allot towards English than most people do, since the Language Storage part is serving a dual function. I think that’s likely to be the true disability here - less of her brain is capable of being dedicated to language than most people’s. And I think that might not count as dyslexia. (I’m not a doctor and I can’t diagnose her though. I might be wrong. Take this with a grain of salt. But this doesn’t seem like true dyslexia to me, even if it presents in a similar way to dyslexia what with her struggling to read.)

I stand by what I said about Babs, though. Even if this is what’s really going on, Babs wouldn’t know - this isn’t her field of expertise. So she just thought it was lack of experience and the obvious solution was more experience, hence the comments she makes about Cass just needing to lock in and learn to read. So yeah. If she knew it was an actual brain problem (of any type, dyslexia or not) and not just an experience problem I bet Babs would’ve done far better in being able to accommodate Cass properly.

But yes. DC, one way or another, you’re dropping the ball. Let the awesome people in her life support her and let her be visibly disabled on page and subsequently accommodated properly.

TL;DR - whether Cass is dyslexic or just language deprived and suffering from the very real effects that has on the structure of a human brain, DC should actually talk about it more and have her accommodated more on screen, thank you very much.

Insane battakes/facts from me

Facts: there's decent ground to say Shiva's favorite Robin is Duke

Unlike Cassandra's other three parents, Shiva's shown to actually give a fuck about accommodating Cassandra's disabilities instead of trying to "fix" her.

Opinions:

Babs can be given genuinely any woman in the DCU as a ship and it's a great ship. I genuinely managed to sell people on ShivaBabs

Robins (2021) showed us that according to Bruce's best forecasting, Stephanie would have led the Titans if Bruce never existed.

Ahh—hii! I love you!!

I've always believed that Shiva’s most tolerable(?) Robin is Tim. Not a favorite, exactly—she clearly has distain for him. She’s more dismissive than anything and honestly that’s super nice of her given how entitled Tim can act. That said, I could totally see her fav being Duke—if there's a specific interaction or comic you’re thinking of, I’d love to hear about it!

The audiobook Shiva records for Cassandra in Batgirl? It’s such a rare moment of consideration from Shiva and I just— Shiva’s treatment of Cass’s dyslexia is one of the few things she does better than Babs.

Babs is by no means a flawless parental figure for Cass—but she sure as hell is better than the other options.

Also; it's criminal how often Cass’s dyslexia gets erased or ignored in fanon in favor for the “fully mute” propaganda. The full-mute-background-flawless-ninja idea flattens her character, removes her agency, and can veer into ableism as well as racial stereotyping.

Babs could absolutely be with any woman, no question. The DinahBabs arguments are sooo compelling. I love Dinah and Ollie so much, and I, personally, don’t really see DinahBabs prevalent in most canon, but even then I can’t say I blame you if you ship it. (I am, however, wondering how you managed to argue for ShivaBabs?)

Makes me sad when DC forces her to be with Dick so that they can sell the Batfam as a secluded brand. Babs could do so much better.

Also, yes! I read Robins (2021) a while back and it really solidified for me how much better Steph does when Bruce isn’t there to interfere. Like, her growth, independence, and confidence just soar when she’s outside his influence. (The art was also stunning??)

[anghraine]

It's interesting (if often frustrating) to see the renewed Orc Discourse after the last few episodes of ROP. I've seen arguments that orcs have to be personifications of evil rather than people as such or else the ethics of our heroes' approach to them becomes much more fraught. Tolkien's work, as written, seems an odd choice to me for not wrangling with difficult questions, and of course, more diehard fans are going to immediately bring up Shagrat and Gorbag.

If you haven't read LOTR recently, Shagrat and Gorbag are two orcs who briefly have a conversation about how they're being screwed over by Sauron but have no other real options, about their opinions of mistakes that have been made, that they think Sauron himself has made one, but it's not safe to discuss because Sauron has spies in their own ranks. They reminisce about better times when they had more freedom and fantasize about a future when they can go elsewhere and set up a small-scale banditry operation rather than being involved in this huge-scale war. Eventually, however, they end up turning on each other.

Basically any time that someone brings up the "humanity" of this conversation, someone else will point out that they're still bad people. They're not at all guilty about what they're part of. They just resent the dangers to themselves, the pressure from above, failures of competence, the surveillance they're under, and their lack of realistic alternative options. The dream of another life mentioned in the conversation is still one of preying on innocent people, just on a much smaller and more immediate scale, etc.

I think this misses the reason it keeps getting brought up, though. The point is not that Shagrat and Gorbag are good people. The point is that they are people.

There's something very normal and recognizable about their resentment of their superiors, their fears of reprisal and betrayal that ultimately are realized, their dislike of this kind of industrial war machine that erases their individual work and contributions, the tinge of wistfulness in their hope of escape into a different kind of life. Their dialect is deliberately "common"—and there's a lot more to say about that and the fact that it's another commoner, Sam, who outwits them—but one of the main effects is to make them sound familiar and ordinary. And it's interesting that one of the points they specifically raise is that they're not going to get better treatment from "the good guys" so they can't defect, either.

This is self-interested, yes, but it's not the self-interest of some mystical being or spirit or whatnot, but of people.

Tolkien's later remarks tend to back this up. He said that female orcs do exist, but are rarely seen in the story because the characters only interact with the all-male warrior class of orcs. Whatever female orcs "do," it isn't going to war. Maybe they do a lot of the agricultural work that is apparently happening in distant parts of Mordor, maybe they are chiefly responsible for young orcs, maybe both and/or something else, we don't know. But we know they're out there and we know that they reproduce sexually and we know that they're not part of the orcish warrior class.

Regardless of all the problems with this, the idea that orcs have a gender-restricted warrior class at all and we're just not seeing any of their other classes because of where the story is set doesn't sound like automatons of evil. It sounds like an actual culture of people that we only see along the fringes.

And this whole matter of "but if they're people, we have to think about ethics, so they can't be people" is a weird circular argument that cannot account for what's in LOTR or for much of what Tolkien said afterwards. Yes, he struggled with The Problem of Orcs and how to reconcile it with his world building and his ethical system, but "maybe they're not people" is ultimately not a workable solution as far as LOTR goes and can't even account for much of the later evolution of his ideas, including explicit statements in his letters.

And in the end, the real response that comes to mind to that circular argument is "maybe you should think about ethics more."

[oceanwithouthermoon]

yk when i think about it, especially when im watching the anime with people who havent read the manga, the reason a lot of people who only watch the anime and didnt read the manga misinterpreted saikis character so badly is definitely in part because of how damn fast paced the anime is 😭

like that little smile and eye shine frame is there for not even half a second in the anime, so its easier to miss it and assume that he really did only finish those workbooks to get coffee jelly ☠️ its much more clear if you get a good look at how he reacts here that hes just a silly little tsundere and a fucking liar

[introspectivememories]

tiktok hunger games fans are like the fucking worst. half of them are so desperate to let people know that there's a Message to the book and that they understood the Morals and Themes and Messages of the book that cant look past book canon or have some fun and the other half is making ocs and slapping katniss and peeta's name on them while making the most outlandish conspiracy theories. you cant fucking do anything on there

[kacievvbbbb]

I think it’s interesting how as time goes on Zoro kind of becomes more and more like mihawk in some ways whether that’s just because if you spend time with someone for 2 years you’re bound to pick up their habits or a deliberate attempt to emulate him is a conversation for another time. And Mihawk and Zoro where already pretty similar at the start so it’s a little hard to notice now.

But yeah whether unconsciously or consciously Zoro is becoming a bit more like Mihawk and it’s interesting to think that while this means maturing in some ways (he’s swordsmanship for one but he’s also just quieter much more assured of himself) it also means deaging in some others.

Despite their significant age gap and general dispositions, when it comes down to it Zoro is just a lot more emotionally mature and developed than Mihawk is. And a big part of why is because he found something larger than himself to devote his life too, hell Mihawk himself even kind of acknowledges this when he agrees to take Zoro on as a student when Zoro begs for the sake of his captain and crew. He acknowledges that putting aside his own ego and dreams for the sake of someone else isn’t something he can do and sees it as a fault in himself and a strength in Zoro.

Mihawk may be outwardly mature and his skills defiently did not stagnant but I’d wager that Mentally Mihawk is still stuck at the same age he was when he took over the title of world’s strongest swordsman. Honestly maybe even younger. And it isn’t until training Zoro, letting Perona stay with him, for probably the first time in his life taking charge of lives outside his own did he finally unarrest his development.

If Zoro is purposely trying to emulate Hawkeyes, which it wouldn’t be a surprise if he was that’s who he’s trying to be Afterall, then it would honestly set him back emotionally because fundamentally as he is now Mihawk’s attitude doesn’t work in a crew. It’s too singular, too abrasive. And while that abrasiveness can be useful in Zoro’s role as Luffy’s first mate sometimes it makes him a little too callous a little too apathetic, like with his disregard for Luffy’s sadness over vegapunk.

But Zoro has his crew to temper that, they are honestly just too ridiculous to ever stay serious around. And try as he might to hide it Zoro is also just a silly dude who likes to be horrifically petty with his opponents. And zoro still has so much fire in him, so much he has too prove and so much he wants to protect to ever really fall into Mihawk’s apathy. Zoro has Luffy who even after they reach their dreams will probably still continue to turn the world upside down forever keeping Zoro in some kind of trouble and his life interesting.

Zoro can’t be Mihawk because even Mihawk can’t be Mihawk anymore. Being with crossguild and crossing with the Red hair pirates and the strawhats is going to change him, it has too. if Mihawk is going to live after losing his title he’s probably gonna have to become a little bit more like Zoro.