#papaya super food

[capturingallofmylifejourney]

[ipushhimback]

you mean papaya?

pairing: lando norris x reader warnings: none words: 1.8k summary: Y/N is cisca’s bsf and invited for dinner with cisca’s siblings

When you started university, you were scared as fuck. You had just moved to another town and left all your friends and family behind, so you were completely alone.

But on your first day of uni you already met another girl who didn’t have any friends around. Cisca. She was great and together you somehow managed not to get lost on the campus and you actually managed to pass all your exams.

One day ,when you were both studying at a café, she invited you over for dinner.

“You just have to come! Please. My sister and my brothers will be there and I cannot survive a whole evening with them. Pretty please!” Cisca looked at you with a pout.

“Ok. Ok. Are they nice? Your siblings?”, you asked, scared what you got yourself into.

“I promise they are. My oldest brother, Oliver, he works with my dad and he is always super protective and everything. The other brother, Lando, is a racing driver. We don’t like him because he never let’s me drive his cars. And Flo does show jumping. You know, with horses. I don’t know why she likes that but ok. They are all really nice, they can just be… a lot sometimes.” Cisca looks at you expectantly. “So… I didn’t scare you away, did I?”

“No no. Don’t worry. So your brother is a racing driver?” You didn’t know a lot about motorsports. You watched a couple Formula E races when they were shown on tv and you didn’t know what else to watch but that’s it.

“Yeah he is on Formula 1. Lando Norris. Never heard of him before?” Cisca had a surprised look on her face.

“No, I did not. Formula 1. Is that like Formula E?” Now your friend just raised and eyebrow and looked shocked.

“Girl, never let Lando hear that. He would throw you out of the window. It is similar to F1 but definitely not the same. There are a couple differences. Why do you even know Formula E?”

“Ran out of tv shows and a race was on. It was a nice background sound to clean the apartment to.” You shrugged.

“Well, no talking about Formula E around Lando, ok?”

You just nodded, looking absolutely confused.

“Good, is there anything you don’t like to eat? So I can make good dinner”, Cisca asked you curiously.

“I am a bit of a picky eater… But it is ok I can eat everything even if I am not a fan of it. I am like a six year old. Doesn’t like any food but usually eats it when the are visiting someone”, you answered laughing.

“Well, that’s no problem at all. Lando is like the pickiest eater existing. He doesn’t eat fish, for example. He hates it. Even if food was only near a fish, I promise you he won’t eat it.” You laughed as Cisca told you that.

“I already like your brother! But I am pretty sure he is worse when it come to food than me. I can eat fish. I am not a huge fan of it but it is alright.”

“Ok. Do you like lasagna?”, Cisca asked, praying that it would be something you would like to eat.

“Yeah, lasagna is good. I like that”, You answered smiling and heard Cisca let out a sigh of relief.

“Good, lasagna it is. Tomorrow at 6pm is good?”

You simply nod.

“Yes, see you then!”

***

You knew you were fucked. You had looked up photos of Lando Norris and realized you shouldn’t have done that. He was hot. Like really really hot. Always when you see a man with curls you fall for him immediately.

So now you were standing in front of your closet looking at your clothes, not knowing what to wear. Would the black dress you loved so much make you too overdressed? And the pullover with the jeans? Would that make you underdressed?

Should you ask Cisca? She could help you probably. But wouldn’t that be super embarrassing if you asked her what to wear because you thought her brother was hot?

Fuck it you thought after a second. She already knew you were weird. After two rings, Cisca answered the phone.

“Hey, what’s up? Please don’t tell me you won’t come.” Your best friend looked seriously panicked.

“No no don’t worry. I’ll be there. What are you wearing?”, you decided to just ask.

“Huh? Sweatpants and a hoodie? Why the hell are you asking what I’m wearing?” Cisca looked at you through the phone as if you were completely insane now.

“I don’t know what to wear! I need a dress code! Please Cisca, I beg you, help me!”

You just heard your friend laugh loudly.

“No one will care what you wear. You can come in sweatpants like I am wearing or you can wear a prom dress. I don’t care.”

You stared at Cisca through your phone trying to figure out if she is kidding but you were pretty sure she is being serious.

“Cisca. You are no help. Like at all. Help me please!” You were now practically begging her.

“Why are you so stressed about what you are going to wear now? We are just having dinner with my siblings. What’s the problem? Wear comfortable clothes and that’s it.” Cisca sounded a little annoyed by now. Understandable.

“I looked up your brother on google and he is damn hot! Please. Help me!” You couldn’t say more as all you heard now was Cisca laughing on the phone. “Cisca! I am serious!”

Eventually, your best friend calmed down a little and helped you pick out a simple outfit. Your favorite jeans with a top and a warm zipper because you were always cold.

***

An hour later you were standing in front of Cisca’s door and already heard chattering from inside. You rang and a few seconds later, a young woman opened the door.

“Hey! You must be Y/N! I am Flo. Cisca’s sister. Come in.” You stepped inside the apartment. You knew your way around already as you have often been here before to study with your friend.

“Nice to meet you.”

You went to the kitchen where you heard the voices coming from and were greeted by Cisca who was standing in front of the oven checking on the lasagna and a young man leaning on the kitchen isle you knew – thanks to google - was Lando.

“Hi”, you simply said. What else are you supposed to say when you are standing in front of famous and rich people? Seriously when you saw their net worth on google… let’s just say you felt even more broke than you already were.

“Hey!”, Lando exclaimed as he saw you. “Nice to meet you! Cisca said you couldn’t decide what to wear when you found out you were meeting me!”

This little-

You just laughed as you forced yourself not to run out of the apartment again.

“Nice to meet you too…” You glared at Cisca who just laughed.

“By the way, Oliver won’t be there today. The whole family got sick so they stayed at home”, Cisca said and you nodded.

You saw how Lando was literally staring at you and you raised your brow. Not that it was bad but why would Lando Norris look at you like that?

“Let’s sit down to eat, shall we?”, your friend asked as she saw that the food was ready.

You nodded and sat down on on of the chairs around the table as you saw Lando sitting down on the opposite side.

You felt a little uncomfortable knowing that Lando was sitting there and you eventually would have to look up at him. Why did she feel like she was 14 again having her first crush. This was stupid. So, so stupid.

“So, Y/N. Are you into motorsport?”, Lando asked you.

“Uhm, no. Not really. Watched some Formula E race things because it was on but that’s it. I liked the orange from some of the cars though.”

Lando looked at you as if you were completely insane so you started wondering if you did something wrong.

“Formula E?”, he scrunched his nose. “Orange? You mean papaya?”

Now you were the one being confused.

“Ehm… maybe? If papayas are orange?”

The only thing you were now hearing were Cisca and Flo wheezing from laughing so hard.

“Lando drives for McLaren in F1. It is papaya”, Flo explained.

You nodded even though you were still confused as fuck. Why did it matter if it was orange or papaya? In the end it was still just orange…

Finally Cisca and Flo placed the plates with lasagna on the table.

“This smells delicious, Cisca!”, you said.

“Thank you. I tried and I think it could be worse.”

The dinner passed quickly with neither of you talking a lot. You were all too busy eating the lasagna that was really good.

Then, Cisca and Flo cleaned the table and put the plates in the dishwasher.

“So, Y/N. You study with Cisca, right?”

“Yes, we do. That’s how we met”, you answered.

“That’s cool. And you really aren’t into motorsport?”, he asked again as he was still confused how anyone couldn’t like it.

“No, sorry to disappoint but I am not really into it. I don’t even have the time to watch it with uni.”

Lando nodded.

“Hm. Maybe I will have to invite you to a Grand Prix at some point. I am sure you would like it. Maybe Monaco. Anyway, what are you into then, if not Motorsport.”

You thought for a moment.

“Reading. That’s pretty much it. Like I said, I don’t really have tome for anything else. Sometimes I watch tv shows in the evening. And when I have more time I like baking”, you said smiling which made Lando smile as well.

“Sounds nice.”

***

The evening was over quickly and you found yourself feeling more and more tired.

“Ok, I guess I will leave. I am really tired and tomorrow’s first class is already at 8 am. It was nice getting to know you two.”

Lando looked at his watch.

“I will go as well. I am really tired. It was a long day. Bye.”

You two made your way outside.

“It was nice to meet you, Y/N”, Lando said as you stepped in the cold air.

“Yeah. I think so too.”

You noticed Lando looking at your lips.

“Can… can I kiss you?”, he asked softly and you nodded without even think about it.

He placed his hand on your neck and leaned forward to press the softest kiss you have ever gotten on your lips.

You felt your thoughts stop and only felt his lips – that were really soft, does he use chapstick? – on yours.

Lando pulled away only a couple seconds later.

“I have to correct myself. It wasn’t just nice to meet you. It has been the best thing that has happened in the last couple of months.” A/N: thanks to being sick i finally had the time to finish writing this (and finally finished reading a book yayy!). part 2 to this story?

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[its-avalon-08]

what are we running from? (op81)

(monza has my heart, but what is mclaren doing? papaya rules and all that shit for more tension? our boys deserve better! enjoy this one because i shed a few tears writing it <3 )

✦ pairing - oscar piastri x female!reader

✦ genre - friends to lovers, neglect, a LOT angst, alot of tears, super long im sorry

Oscar Piastri and Y/N had always been inseparable, their bond forged in the fires of shared experiences and unwavering support. From the outside, their relationship seemed almost too good to be true—two best friends who had known each other for years, with a connection so deep that it felt like they were more than just friends, even if neither of them had ever dared to say it out loud.

It had started back in their school days, when they first met in a classroom filled with the nervous energy of new beginnings. Oscar, with his quiet determination and sharp wit, had caught Y/N’s attention almost immediately. She, on the other hand, had this vibrant, magnetic personality that drew people in, and before long, they had become fast friends.

As time went on, their friendship only grew stronger. They spent countless hours together, whether it was studying for exams, watching movies, or just hanging out at each other’s houses. They knew each other’s quirks, habits, and fears better than anyone else. Oscar could tell when Y/N was upset just by the way she fidgeted with her hair, and Y/N knew exactly when Oscar needed a distraction by the way his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

They were a team, an unbreakable pair that everyone else could only admire. Friends would often joke about how they were like an old married couple—finishing each other’s sentences, knowing each other’s favorite foods, and sharing a kind of unspoken communication that others found both endearing and perplexing.

But it wasn’t just their closeness that made their relationship special; it was the way they supported each other through everything. When Oscar started his journey in racing, Y/N was there every step of the way, cheering him on from the sidelines, offering words of encouragement when things got tough, and celebrating with him after every victory. She was his rock, his constant, and in a world that was often unpredictable, Y/N was the one thing Oscar could always count on.

And Oscar was just as devoted to Y/N. He was the one she called in the middle of the night when she couldn’t sleep, the one who listened patiently to her dreams and fears, the one who knew exactly how to make her laugh when she was feeling down. He was the calm to her storm, the steady presence that grounded her when everything else felt chaotic.

Their physical closeness was another thing that set them apart. Oscar and Y/N were never shy about showing affection—whether it was cuddling on the couch during movie nights, holding hands when they were out together, or the way Y/N would rest her head on Oscar’s shoulder when she was tired. It was the kind of closeness that blurred the lines between friendship and something more, but they had always kept it in the realm of friendship, never daring to cross that invisible boundary.

Yet, underneath it all, there was something unspoken between them, something that both of them felt but neither of them acknowledged. It was in the way Oscar’s heart would skip a beat whenever Y/N smiled at him, or the way Y/N’s breath would catch whenever Oscar hugged her just a little too tightly. It was the feeling that there was something more between them, something that could change everything if they ever dared to explore it.

But that unspoken connection, as strong as it was, also carried a weight—a fear of losing what they had if they ever tried to turn it into something more. And so, they kept it hidden, buried beneath layers of friendship, where it was safe from the risks that came with love.

They were best friends—inseparable, devoted, and utterly reliant on each other. But beneath the surface, there was a tension, a yearning that neither of them wanted to admit. And it was only a matter of time before that tension would come to a head, forcing them to confront the feelings they had both tried so hard to ignore.

<3 <3

Oscar had always known he was in trouble when it came to Y/N. From the moment they met, they had clicked in a way that felt effortless, natural—like they were meant to be in each other's lives. She was his best friend, his confidante, his comfort. But somewhere along the way, Oscar had started feeling something more. He fell for her, hard, and though every fiber of his being screamed to tell her, he never did. He couldn’t risk losing her.

But things had changed. Y/N had started seeing someone new, and for the first time, Oscar felt the ground shift beneath him. Their usual routine of late-night calls, movie marathons, and endless cuddles had been replaced by her excited chatter about her new boyfriend, her plans for dates, and the moments that didn’t include him.

flashback

The shift in Y/N’s behavior started subtly, but it grew more apparent with each passing day. Oscar noticed it first at the small gatherings they used to enjoy together—nights spent with their closest friends, where they would usually stick close, laughing at inside jokes and exchanging amused glances from across the room. But now, things were different.

It began with Jake, the guy Y/N had started seeing. At first, Oscar didn’t think much of it—he’d seen Y/N date before, and it had never really affected their friendship. But something about Jake seemed to pull her further away from him in a way that felt like a slow, painful drift.

The first time it really hit him was at a party one of their mutual friends was hosting. Oscar had arrived a bit late, expecting to find Y/N waiting for him with a drink in hand, eager to catch him up on everything he’d missed. But instead, he found her on the other side of the room, wrapped up in Jake’s arms, laughing at something he’d said.

Oscar tried to brush it off, forcing a smile as he approached. “Hey, Y/N,” he greeted her, hoping for the usual warmth in her eyes.

She glanced over at him, but the smile she gave him was distant, almost distracted. “Oh, hey, Oscar,” she replied, her tone casual, as if he were just another guest at the party.

It stung, more than he cared to admit. “What’s going on? Missed anything exciting?” he asked, trying to keep the conversation light.

Y/N shrugged, her attention already shifting back to Jake. “Not really. Just hanging out.”

Oscar’s heart sank. This wasn’t like her. She was usually the first to pull him into the fun, to drag him into ridiculous games or tease him about not dancing enough. But now, it felt like he was intruding, like he didn’t belong.

The night went on, and the gap between them only seemed to widen. At one point, Oscar found himself standing near the bar, watching as Y/N and Jake danced together, completely absorbed in each other. It was as if the rest of the room had faded away, including him.

When they finally took a break, Oscar made his way over, hoping to at least steal a few minutes with her. “So, how’s it going with Jake?” he asked, trying to sound supportive despite the knot in his stomach.

Y/N looked at him with a small, polite smile, but there was no spark of excitement in her eyes, none of the usual fire that had always drawn him in. “It’s good. He’s great, really.”

“Yeah, he seems nice,” Oscar said, forcing the words out. “We should hang out more—like old times.”

She hesitated, her eyes flickering to Jake before she answered. “Yeah, maybe. We’ll see.”

That was it. Just a vague, noncommittal response that left Oscar feeling more isolated than ever.

The next few days were more of the same. Y/N started canceling plans, saying she was too busy or that she had already made plans with Jake. When they did hang out, she was distracted, constantly checking her phone, as if waiting for a message from Jake to pull her away again.

Oscar tried to hide his frustration, but it grew harder with each passing day. He noticed how Y/N seemed to change around Jake—she was more subdued, less like herself. The playful, confident girl he knew was replaced by someone who seemed almost… unsure. She laughed at jokes that weren’t funny, agreed with things she would usually argue against, and even started dressing differently, like she was trying to fit into some version of herself that wasn’t real.

The breaking point came when they all went out to another party, this time with a larger group. Oscar watched from a distance as Y/N and Jake mingled with people he didn’t recognize, her hand firmly in Jake’s as she introduced herself with an unfamiliar edge in her voice.

It wasn’t until someone asked how long she and Oscar had known each other that the real blow came.

“Oh, we’ve known each other for a while,” she said casually, almost dismissively, as if they weren’t best friends who had shared everything.

Oscar’s heart clenched painfully. He stood just a few feet away, and it felt like he’d been slapped in the face. A while? That was all she had to say about him? The countless nights they had spent talking until sunrise, the secrets they had shared, the times they had been there for each other through thick and thin—all reduced to “a while.”

For the rest of their time together, Oscar felt like a ghost, present but unseen, and the realization that Y/N barely noticed was what hurt the most. He couldn’t keep doing this, couldn’t keep pretending that everything was fine when it was far from it. He couldn’t stand it any longer. “I’m heading out,” he muttered to no one in particular, but Y/N didn’t even notice as he slipped out the door.

Later that night, Y/N texted him, asking if he got home okay. There was no apology, no acknowledgment of how she had brushed him aside. Just a casual check-in that felt more like an afterthought.

Oscar stared at the message, feeling a deep sadness settle in his chest. He had always known that Y/N was special to him, that she held a place in his heart no one else could ever fill. But now, he was starting to realize that she didn’t see him the same way—not anymore.

Maybe she never did, he thought bitterly, tossing his phone aside and sinking into bed, the weight of her neglect pressing down on him like a lead blanket. Maybe I’ve just been fooling myself this whole time.

end of flashback

And Oscar… he was hurting.

One evening, Y/N burst into Oscar's apartment with her usual energy. “Osc, you won’t believe it! We’re going on another date tonight—he’s taking me to this really cute café downtown!” Her voice was full of excitement, but Oscar barely heard her.

He was curled up on the couch, a familiar spot that once felt warm with her presence now felt cold and empty.

“That’s great,” he mumbled, his voice lacking its usual enthusiasm.

She frowned, finally noticing the difference. “What’s wrong? You’ve been weird lately.”

Oscar wanted to say it. He wanted to shout that he was tired of being pushed aside, tired of being the second choice. But instead, he just shook his head. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

Y/N wasn’t convinced. She moved closer, sitting beside him. “Oscar, talk to me. Please.”

Oscar looked at her, really looked at her, and felt his heart shatter a little more. He was losing her, and the worst part was that she didn’t even realize it. “I miss you,” he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N blinked, surprised. “I’m right here, O.”

“No, you’re not,” he replied, his tone sharper now. “You’ve been so wrapped up in your new relationship that I’ve barely seen you. You’re always with him, talking about him. And I… I’m just here, waiting for you to remember me.”

She frowned, her face softening as she reached out to touch his hand, but he pulled away. “Oscar, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize—”

“Of course you didn’t,” he interrupted, his frustration boiling over. “You didn’t realize because you’re happy, and I’m just… I’m just the friend who’ll always be there, right? The one you can ignore until you need him.”

Her eyes widened, hurt flashing across her face. “That’s not true, Oscar. You know you mean everything to me.”

“Do I?” he challenged, standing up and pacing the room. “Because it doesn’t feel like it, Y/N. It feels like I’m losing you, and it’s killing me.”

The air between them grew thick with tension, the kind that had never existed before. Y/N stood up too, tears welling in her eyes as she tried to reach out to him again. “Oscar, please don’t do this. I don’t want to lose you.”

“Then why does it feel like you’ve already left me?” he snapped, his voice breaking. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to keep his emotions in check but failing miserably. “You don’t get it, Y/N. You have no idea how much this hurts.”

“Then tell me!” she cried, her voice cracking with desperation. “Tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it!”

Oscar froze, the words caught in his throat. This was it. This was the moment he could tell her everything, but he couldn’t find the courage. Instead, he just shook his head, his eyes filled with unshed tears. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Oscar, please don’t say that,” she whispered, stepping closer to him, but he stepped back, creating a distance between them that felt like miles.

“I love you,” he blurted out, his voice trembling. “I’ve loved you for so long, and I’ve tried to bury it, to just be your friend, but I can’t anymore. I can’t stand watching you with someone else. It’s killing me, Y/N.”

Her breath hitched, her eyes wide with shock. “Oscar… I… I didn’t know.”

“Of course, you didn’t,” he said bitterly, wiping away a tear that had escaped. “You didn’t know because I never told you. But now… now it’s too late. You’re with him, and I’m just… I’m nothing.”

Oscar’s voice trembled with a mix of anger and hurt as he stared at Y/N, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He had tried to hold it in for so long, but the weight of her neglect was too much to bear, and now, it was all spilling out.

“You know, Y/N, I get that you’re excited about Jake. I really do. But do you even realize what you’ve been doing? Or should I say, what you haven’t been doing?” His voice was laced with bitterness, the words cutting through the air like a blade.

Y/N blinked, taken aback by the intensity in his voice. “Oscar, what are you talking about? I’ve just been—”

“No, don’t,” he cut her off sharply, shaking his head. “Don’t you dare try to brush this off like it’s nothing. You’ve been so wrapped up in your new relationship that you’ve completely forgotten about me. About us. Do you even remember the last time we had an actual conversation that wasn’t interrupted by you checking your phone? Or the last time we made plans that you didn’t cancel for Jake?”

Her mouth opened, but no words came out. She was struggling to process the raw emotion pouring out of him.

Oscar continued, his voice rising as the frustration he had been holding back for weeks finally broke free. “I’ve been your best friend for how long now? I’ve always been there for you, always. But ever since you started dating him, it’s like I don’t even exist anymore. You barely text me back, you cancel on me all the time, and when we do hang out, it’s like you’re not even here.”

He took a step closer, his eyes locked on hers, pleading for her to understand. “Do you have any idea how that feels? To go from being someone’s everything to feeling like you’re just… nothing? Like you’re just a placeholder until something better comes along?”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears, but Oscar was too caught up in his own pain to notice. “I get that things change when you start dating someone, but you didn’t just change—you fucking disappeared. And I’m left here, trying to figure out where the hell my best friend went. The person I could always count on, who knew me better than anyone… she’s gone.”

His voice cracked, the anger giving way to the deep hurt he had been carrying. “And you know what’s worse? I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. But I was too scared to say anything because I didn’t want to mess things up. I didn’t want to lose you. But now… it feels like I’ve lost you anyway.”

Y/N’s breath hitched as she took a step back, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never seen Oscar like this, so raw and vulnerable, and it terrified her.

“I tried to be happy for you,” Oscar continued, his voice quieter now, filled with a deep sadness. “I tried to convince myself that I could just be your friend and that would be enough. But it’s not enough, Y/N. Not when you treat me like I’m nothing.”

He looked away, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall. “I thought I meant more to you than this. I thought we meant more. But maybe I was wrong.”

Y/N’s heart shattered at the sight of him, at the pain in his eyes. She reached out to him, desperate to hold him, to comfort him, but he pulled away again, shaking his head.

“I can’t be around you right now,” Oscar said, his voice broken. “I need time… I need to figure out how to stop loving you.”

“Oscar, please don’t go,” she begged, tears streaming down her face. “We can talk about this—”

But Oscar had already turned away, grabbing his keys and heading for the door. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I just… I can’t.”

With that, he left, leaving Y/N standing in the middle of the room, her heart aching with the weight of what had just happened. She sank to the floor, sobs wracking her body as she realized that the one person she needed most was the one she had pushed away.

And Oscar, driving aimlessly through the city, felt more alone than he ever had in his entire life, knowing that he had finally spoken his truth, but at what cost?

time skip

Y/N was left alone in the apartment, her mind reeling from everything Oscar had said. As the door slammed shut behind him, she crumpled to the floor, her chest tightening with an overwhelming sense of loss. The tears came in uncontrollable waves, each sob tearing through her as she gasped for breath.

How did I not see this? she thought, her mind racing. How could I be so blind?

She buried her face in her hands, the memories flooding back—every moment they had shared, every laugh, every hug, every time Oscar had been there for her, and she had taken it all for granted. They played like a cruel montage in her mind, the pieces finally falling into place.

I’ve always loved him, she realized, the truth hitting her like a punch to the gut. But I was too scared… too scared of losing him, of ruining everything.

She thought back to every time they had cuddled on the couch, his arms wrapped around her, making her feel safe and warm. She had always known there was something more between them, something unspoken, but she had pushed it down, terrified of what it would mean if she acknowledged it. Because if I lost Oscar… I’d lose everything.

Her phone was in her hand before she even realized it, her fingers trembling as she dialed his number. Each ring felt like an eternity, the silence on the other end growing heavier with every passing second.

Voicemail.

“Hey, this is Oscar. I'm probably driving really fast or I'm not in the mood. Anyway I’ll get back to you.”

The beep echoed in her ears, and she quickly hung up, her heart pounding as panic set in. She dialed again, desperately hoping he would pick up this time, that she could tell him everything she was feeling before it was too late. But once again, it went to voicemail.

“Oscar, please,” she whispered to herself, her voice shaking as she redialed, only to be met with the same message. Each time the voicemail beeped, she hung up, feeling the hope drain out of her.

Finally, after the fifth failed attempt, she couldn’t hold it in any longer. The voicemail beeped, and she began to speak, her voice thick with tears.

“Oscar, it’s me. Please, please, just listen to this… I—I’m so sorry,” she started, her voice breaking. “I’m sorry I didn’t see it, sorry I didn’t realize how much I was hurting you. I’ve been so selfish, so blind, and I didn’t even notice what I was doing to you.”

She paused, trying to steady her breathing, but the tears kept coming. “I… I’m terrified, Oscar. I’ve always been terrified of losing you, of messing this up, of losing the best thing in my life. And that’s why I never… I never let myself feel what I was feeling. I thought if I pretended it wasn’t there, we could stay the same forever.”

Her voice cracked as she continued, the words tumbling out in a desperate rush. “But I do love you, Oscar. I love you so much it hurts. And the thought of losing you… of you walking out of my life… I can’t bear it. I was so scared that if I admitted how I felt, everything would change, and I’d lose you forever. But now I realize… I was losing you anyway.”

She choked on a sob, pressing a hand to her mouth as she tried to hold herself together. “Please, Oscar, don’t shut me out. I know I messed up, I know I hurt you, but I need you to know that you mean everything to me. You always have. And I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, that I didn’t see it until now.”

Y/N wiped at her tears, her voice trembling as she spoke the final words. “Please, Oscar, don’t walk away. I love you… I love you so much, and I’m begging you to give me a chance to make this right. Please… please don’t leave me.”

The message ended, the silence that followed felt deafening. Y/N let the phone slip from her hand, her body shaking with sobs as she curled up on the floor, consumed by the fear that it might be too late, that she might have lost him for good.

Please, Oscar, come back to me.

time skip

Oscar sat on a bench near the parking lot, his car parked a few meters away. The night was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. His heart felt heavy, his mind spinning with everything that had just happened. He didn’t know where to go, or what to do, so he just sat there, staring blankly into the distance, replaying their fight over and over again in his mind.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, breaking through his thoughts. He pulled it out, seeing Y/N’s name flash on the screen with a voicemail notification. His thumb hovered over the play button for a moment, hesitant. Part of him didn’t want to hear what she had to say, afraid it would only hurt him more. But another part, the part that had loved her for so long, needed to know.

With a deep breath, he pressed play.

As Y/N’s voice filled the air, raw with emotion and thick with tears, Oscar’s heart clenched. Each word she spoke was like a dagger, cutting deeper into the hurt he was already feeling, but there was something else too—something that made his breath catch in his throat.

“I… I’m terrified, Oscar. I’ve always been terrified of losing you, of messing this up, of losing the best thing in my life. And that’s why I never… I never let myself feel what I was feeling. I thought if I pretended it wasn’t there, we could stay the same forever.”

He closed his eyes, letting her words wash over him. He could hear the desperation in her voice, the regret, the love she had been too scared to admit. It mirrored everything he had felt for so long, everything he had been too afraid to say.

Tears stung at the corners of his eyes as the message continued, her confession unfolding in a way he had never imagined but had always longed for. The voicemail ended with her pleading, the words echoing in his mind, “Please, Oscar, don’t walk away. I love you… I love you so much, and I’m begging you to give me a chance to make this right. Please… please don’t leave me.”

He sat there, stunned, the silence that followed almost unbearable. He played the message again, needing to hear it one more time to believe it was real. As Y/N’s voice replayed, full of vulnerability and love, something shifted inside him. The anger he had felt earlier began to melt away, replaced by a deep, aching love that had never gone away.

Just as the message ended for the second time, Oscar became aware of a presence behind him. He turned around slowly and saw Y/N standing a few feet away, her face pale and tear-streaked, her eyes wide with uncertainty. She must have found him while he was listening to the voicemail, and now she stood there, silent, waiting.

For a moment, neither of them said anything. The weight of the situation hung between them, both of them trying to process what had just happened. Finally, Oscar broke the silence, his voice soft and tentative.

“You… you really mean that?” he asked, his gaze locking onto hers, searching for any sign that this was all some kind of cruel joke.

Y/N nodded, her voice trembling as she spoke. “Every word, Oscar. I mean it. I’ve been so scared of ruining what we had that I didn’t realize I was ruining it by pushing you away. But I do love you. I’ve loved you for so long, and I’m so, so sorry it took me this long to realize it.”

Oscar stood up, taking a hesitant step toward her. “I didn’t want to lose you either,” he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. “I thought if I kept my feelings to myself, we could just keep going the way we were. But it was killing me, Y/N. Watching you with Jake… it felt like I was losing you, and I didn’t know how to stop it.”

Y/N took a shaky breath, stepping closer until they were just inches apart. “You were never going to lose me, Oscar. You’re my best friend, and you always will be. But… I want more than that. I need more than that. I love you, and I want to be with you, if you’ll have me.”

Oscar’s eyes softened, the pain of the past weeks slowly fading as he looked at her, really looked at her, and saw everything he had ever wanted. “Of course I’ll have you,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “I’ve wanted that for so long, Y/N. I love you too, more than anything. I just… I didn’t think you felt the same.”

She smiled through her tears, reaching out to take his hand. “I do, Oscar. I’m sorry it took me so long to see it, to admit it. But I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

Oscar pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as if he was afraid she might slip away if he let go. “I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered into her hair, his voice filled with relief and love.

“You won’t,” Y/N whispered back, burying her face in his chest. “I’m not going anywhere, Oscar. I’m right here, and I’m not letting you go.”

They stood there in the quiet night, wrapped in each other’s arms, the weight of unspoken words finally lifted. It wasn’t going to be easy, but they had each other, and that was all that mattered. In that moment, they both knew they had found something worth fighting for, something that had always been there, waiting for them to finally see it.

[sports-on-sundays]

serious / LN4

Summary: Lando Norris x girlfriend!reader - The problem is worse than Lando expected. And Lando is worse at comforting than you expected. Takes place after the Singapore 2023 Grand Prix.

Warnings: GIF is not mine!!!, me possibley being super inaccurate abotut how stuff actually works but it's okay because I was just having fun writing and it's fine, censored cussing, crying/sobbing pushing for intimate things when reader doesn't want to - NO SMUT, screaming, the shock of learning of the death of a loved one, a bit of angst

Requested?: Nope.

Author's Note: I'm currently feeling very affectionate feelings towards Lando. Which means I'm gonna have a lot of desire to write Lando brainrot.

Just as your mother hangs up, you hear your boyfriend's voice practically squeal behind you, "Y/n! There you are! I've been looking for you everywhere. Why'd you leave early?"

"Lando, I-" you start, but are interrupted by Lando's arms wrapping around you from behind and him exclaiming, "P2, pumpkin! P2!"

That nickname sprouts from a few different factors. One is that it's not an uncommon pet name. Another is that when you first met, your hair had been dyed orange, and you were decked out in papaya from head to toe. And, of course, the fact that anything pumpkin flavoured is just about your favourite food ever is another good reason for the nickname.

But right now, you're not in the mood for pet names. "Lando, that's grea-"

He hugs your middle tighter, resting his chin on your shoulder, muttering, "I'm so disappointed you weren't there to see me... It was so fun..."

Suddenly, you feel guilty. And suddenly, you feel like if you were to start going on about your problems, right now, when Lando is so happy... That would just be wrong. So you, somehow, allow yourself to not even process the news you just got on the phone with your mother, and say softly to Lando, "Oh, that's great...! I... I'm so sorry I didn't see. I would have... I would have loved to." It takes all you have to not let your voice crack. You just have to hope that in the darker lighting, Lando won't be able to notice your tear-stained cheeks.

"It's okay... It was amazing. Carlos got P1, and Lewis P3."

You find a smile, turning around to face him, looking up at him in his eyes, which appear to be a greyish blue in this lighting. They shine in the dimly lit night. You hope yours don't shine as much as his are. Because if yours were shining that much, you know it'd be because of tears.

He strokes your cheek. His defined curls are a little messy, and his hand soft on your skin. He grips your waist gently then, slowly swaying back and forth.

It's a strange feeling. With Lando being so happy at getting P2 in the Singapore Grand Prix alongside his friend Carlos, the joy is just radiating off of him towards you. But you can't accept it. The pain you feel right now is like a shield against letting his good mood rub off on you.

Don't cry.

You should've been there to hug and kiss him as soon as he exited the car. You should've been there to watch him step on that podium and spray that champagne. You should've. You should've. You should've.

You would have loved too. Along with the pain of the news you just received, the regret of not being there to see Lando is too much, crashing down on you.

You start walking, arms linked, to the car. Once you're in and Lando has started driving, you mutter, "We're just going back to the hotel, right?"

"Oh, uh, sure! As long as that's what you want," you boyfriend responds. You feel a sinking feeling. You feel so bad.

"Why? What else did you have in mind?"

"Oh, nothing really," he shrugs. "It wasn't any real cemented plans. And regardless, you're probably right. It's been a long night. Fun, but exhausting. I'm definitely tired." And, as if just to prove it, he gives a big yawn. You nod, staring ahead at all the streetlights in the lit up night. Because of everyone trying to leave all at once, and the huge amounts of people, unsurprisingly, you're stopped up, and moving pretty slow. You sigh. You just want to get to the hotel to sleep and snuggle your boyfriend as soon as possible. You're not sure how soon as soon as possible could be now, looking at this traffic.

"So, why did you have to leave your seat, anyway?"

You swallow. You honestly were hoping he would've just forgotten about that, in the excitement of his podium. But nope. Of course he didn't. He only remembers things when it shouldn't matter to remember them. But forgets everything important.

"Well, I just had a long... phone call," you respond, surprised that's technically not even a lie. "We were talking about some really complicated stuff. I needed to leave to... talk about it."

"Oh, alright," he nods, completely trusting you. It's sweet how much trust he puts in you.

"Hey, pumpkin, really?" Lando asks, shaking you awake. "Are you alright?"

"Hmmm?" you grunt softly, your eyes fluttering open.

"We're at the hotel. You fell asleep while I was driving there." He helps your tired body out of the car, and you make your way to the hotel room together.

The moment the door clicks behind you and you're inside the hotel room with your boyfriend, he pushes you against the door, making out with you, his hand cupping the nape of your neck.

You feel sick.

He runs his hands in your hair, on your neck, and down your body.

Finally you're the one to pull away, but before you have a change to say a word, Lando leans in and starts speaking. He has such a big mouth- he's always been this way, since you met. He's never able to shut up. "Pumpkin, I can tell you haven't had as much of a good day as I have. Can I share some of my happiness with you?"

He kisses you all down your neck, but it doesn't feel good.

His nickname for you has always been pumpkin. And yours for him has always been 'sunshine' or 'my sunshine'. Whenever you're feeling bad, he always manages to make you feel better. He's like the sunshine to your cloudy day; the light to your darkness.

But now you don't feel it.

"Lando," you breathe. "Can we go to bed now?"

"Hmmm, whyyy?" he whines. "Are you sleepy? Has it been a long day? Do you need your beauty rest?" This lighthearted teasing right now honestly just feeling like insulting. Most of the time it would make you laugh and loosen up. Right now, it doesn't seem to be working.

"Lando," you sigh, shaking your head and stepping away. You stare into his eyes for a few seconds, before turning and slipping into bed. Not facing him.

You feel him standing across the room in silence for a few seconds, before he sighs and murmurs, "M'kay, Y/n. Well, sleep tight. Love you."

You sigh. Ever since the relationship started, he used that word. Love. The first time he said he loved you was on your first date. So because of that, sometimes you wonder when he means it, and when they're just sweet words he uses to try to make you feel better.

Right now, you're not sure which it is.

You sigh, knowing that you have to pretend to be going to sleep, despite the raging of your thoughts that's keeping your body from slumber.

You wake up in the middle of the night, and you feel Lando's arms around you and his body against your back. He just doesn't understand. You sigh again. Even when you turn away from him, he just clings on from behind. He's fast asleep- you can tell by his soft, deep breath on your neck. All cuddled in. With not a care in the world. You sigh again, pressing your cheek against the pillow, clamping your eyes shut tightly, wishing the pain would go away. Wishing you could be happy with Lando's podium. Wishing you could be sleeping just as contently as him.

Your thoughts rage again. It's so strange. The world, so peaceful, but your head, in turmoil. But the sounds outside of your head- Lando's breathing, the heating vent, cars going by outside... You imagine all the happy people. Partying... Whatever they do. You forget.

You suppose there have got to be other people laying awake right now, too, though. Maybe other people with their partner sleeping next to them, but not sleeping next to their partner. You swallow.

Lando, I need you. I need you to help me. Why won't you help me?

"Are you feeling better?" Lando asks as soon as your eyes are fluttering awake the next morning.

You sigh, turning to face him. Him and his beautiful shining eyes in the morning light. "No, I'm not..." you breathe, deciding now that the night is over, it's okay to talk with him now, explain your distress, and be honest. "I'm still not feeling great. Last-"

But he interrupts you.

"Oh, Y/n, then I want to make you feel great..." he says it in a soft, seductive voice that makes you feel just a little sick. He strokes your cheek, before leaning in and slowly caressing your neck with his tongue.

But suddenly, an indescribable rage fills up in you, pushing out the pleasure that was sneaking in, and you push him away. You throw off the white sheets and quickly slip on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt from your open suitcase on the floor. Lando is about to say something, but you grab the closest thing to your hand- the television remote- and throw it at him as hard as you can. It's on target, but because of his cursed reflexes he dodges it.

"Y/n-"

But it's your turn to interrupt him. "Lando, stop!" you practically scream, tears starting to fill your eyes. "You don't even care! You don't care! You just want to enjoy my body and celebrate all in the name of 'comforting me'! You're not even asking what the f*cking problem is! You're terrible! Terrible! You're a terrible boyfriend!" Now the tears are coming down in steady streams, and words that you don't even mean- venom- escapes from your mouth:

"Lando, I hate you!"

He looks shocked, and slips out of the bed, holding a hand out to you. He takes a step closer, but you flip him, slip on your slides, and leave the hotel room, slamming the door as hard as you can behind you.

You run away from him, crying the whole time. You go to the completely different side of Singapore. You find a spot to sit and cry, burying your wet eyes in your arms. Soon enough, you call your mother with shaky fingers. She picks up after three rings, saying softly, "Hey, Y/n..."

"Hi, Mum..." you trail off. "So... I'll head back to L- London... As soon as I can..." You're sure that your mother can tell by your voice that you've been crying. Ugly crying. She just sounds tired. Empty. That's kind of how you feel.

"Oh, sweetie," she says softly. "Thank you... I appreciate it... So, so much..."

"I know, Mum," you sigh deeply.

"I forgot to ask this last night just from the shock of it all but... On a slightly brighter note, Lando got second place, right?"

This comment makes you feel mixed. Good because your mother loves you and Lando enough to still look up the results of the Singapore Grand Prix after all the terrible tragedy that was just dropped on their family last night, especially since she doesn't even like Formula One. But anger at the mention of Lando himself.

You almost forget to respond. "Oh, right, yeah. He did... He's... happy about that. U-hm, so yeah, we'll leave Singapore as soon as possible and get back to London... And... yeah. We can deal with... everything."

"Yes..." your mother sniffs. "Right. Thank you... I should let you go now... Bye, I love you..."

"I love you too, Mum," you murmur, and then she hangs up. Your phone goes back to your contacts, and your eyes rest upon your brother's contacts. A slight desire to see what your last text conversation was raises up in you, but you fight it, shaking your head. You can't. You feel your eyes sprout tears again. And then your eyes linger on Lando's contact. He's sent messages to you, but you've ignored them. He tried calling once, but maybe didn't try again because he figured it was a long cause.

I need you, Lando. I'm broken. Your eyes linger again on your brother's contact. He's gone. How can he be gone that fast? You swallow, your world spinning around you, as if at any moment it will all just crumble down. Lando, I need to feel your strong arms. I need you. I need to tell you. Please. I need to feel your arms, because I'll never feel his arms around me ever again... You let out a soft sob, pulling at your tangled hair, shaking your head. Your whole body is shaking. Lando, I need you. So why don't you care? Why?

Why are you so selfish?

You're not sure how much time passes. Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Either way, it's too much to be basking in this agony...

Suddenly, your phone rings.

You're relieved to see it's not Lando, but instead it's...

Oscar?

You only got his number because you needed to text him about something a couple months ago- you honestly don't even remember what it was, it was so unimportant. You have a policy generally of not texting other guys, since you're in a relationship. But in confusion, you answer it, and speak softly, not wanting it to sound like you've been crying. "Oscar?"

"Y/n," he says.

"What's up?"

"Where are you? W-"

"Did Lando tell you to call me?"

He sighs, and after a few seconds of hesitation, says, "Listen, Y/n. Lando's worried sick. He's practically pulling out his hair. If you'd've heard all the stuff he's rambling about..."

"What's he rambling about?"

"He's sorry, he didn't know, he needs you back. You know. He's nervous. He's getting way too nervous, though, talking about you breaking up. He still hasn't told me what happened, though."

"So he told you to call me?"

"No. I called you because I and everyone else is sick of Lando's stressing. So if you would kindly come back and comfort your boyfr-"

You know there's a teasing aspect in Oscar's voice, and you know it's just because he doesn't understand, but you still feel anger raise up within you because of it. "He should be the one comforting me!" you snap, your voice cracking.

There's a few seconds of silence, before Oscar says much gentler and softer, "Are you okay, Y/n?"

"No, I'm not okay! And Lando doesn't f*cking care, either!" Deep down, you know you shouldn't talk to Oscar like this, considering you don't even know each other that well, but it just feels like you can't hold your painful words back.

"Uh... One moment, please..." You wait a few seconds in confusion, before Oscar says, "Lando wants to talk to you."

"Oscar n-"

"Y/n," Lando's voice says over the phone.

Just the sound of him saying your name like that hits you in the heart like an arrow and causes you to start to bleed.

Just the sound of his voice saying your name.

"Lando..." you say, not even sure what to feel.

"Y/n, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Just please come back. Where are you? Are you okay? Are you safe?"

You hesitate. "I'm just sitting on a street corner..."

"Y/n, it's been hours!" he exclaims.

"Really?" you ask, genuinely numb and unaware.

"Yes! Please, come back to the hotel! I'm here waiting for you... We just... We need to talk. Obviously, we need to talk."

You swallow, a pit rising in your stomach. Your voice cracks as you say, "Lando, you..."

"I what?" he asks softly.

"Nothing..."

"Are you okay? Would you rather me come and get you?"

"No... I'll just come back to the hotel myself... And tell Oscar thank you."

"For what?"

"I don't know..." you shake your head, standing up. "Just tell him thank you."

"O... Okay. Um, well, see you soon, pumpkin. Bye."

"Bye, I..." Your voice trails off. You're so used to finishing that sentence in a certain way, but now...?

But now Lando finishes it for you. "...love you." And he hangs up.

You run to the bus stop.

The moment Lando sees you, he runs to you and envelopes you in a tight hug. You bury your face in his soft shoulder, and can no longer keep yourself from bursting into tears.

"Y/n, Y/n..." he breathes, stroking your hair. He leads you into the building and you step into the family bathroom for a little bit of privacy.

Quickly, you pull yourself together, taking a step back from him, looking up into his eyes. He looks back at you, and the twos words come from his lips: "I'm sorry."

You swallow. "For what?"

"I don't know what's wrong, but clearly it's worse than I thought... I was just so happy, and I figured if I could just make you feel better... But I went about it in the whole wrong way... I... I'm sorry, Y/n." He gently takes both your hands.

"Lando, I'm sorry, too..." you sigh. "Something... something terrible happened, and I just couldn't control my emotions, so I screamed at you and said... I said things that aren't even true. Lando, I... I don't hate you. I love you."

He seems slightly relieved, and gently rubs his thumb over your knuckles. "Why haven't you told me what's wrong?"

"Last night, I didn't want to, because I didn't want to ruin your moment of getting P2. Then this morning when I was about to tell you, you wouldn't let me..."

"Y/n," he breathes. "I know and I'm... I'm so sorry. I'll try harder. I'm so, so sorry. Can you... Can you tell me what's wrong now? I'm ready to comfort you now. I'm ready to quit being selfish now."

You look into his eyes for a few moment, before looking down, wiping the tears at your eyes before they even come. A part of you always wonders which of his words are fabricated and which ones are from the heart. "Last night, I left because my mother was speaking with me about something very serious on the phone..."

He looks at you with concerned eyes, patiently waiting for you to speak, only understanding now how serious this is.

You hesitate, before uttering, "Last night my older brother passed away."

Lando looks stricken, with wide, shocked eyes. His hands in yours start to tremble. It's like he's paralyzed.

Kind of like how you felt last night. In total shock.

Lando knew your brother. Not well, but he had met him. Your brother had teased him about McLaren, because he was just about the biggest RedBull fan around. He had teased him and treated him like a younger brother. And not only that, but you've talked about your brother a lot. Different, funny things he's always done, or a foolish story about him that you knew would make Lando laugh. Just nice things. You never spoke bad about your brother. But you spoke about him a lot.

Because you loved him.

It's terrible to think that now you're going to be speaking about him with 'was' and 'did' instead of 'is' and 'does'.

And then, Lando hugs you. It's warm. After a few moments, he slips his hands down under your thighs and picks you up. And he just holds you. Your tears are coming back, but you let them come.

"Now we have to plan the funeral and it's going to be so hard... Lando, I can't do this, but my mother needs help... As soon as we get back to London, I'm going to see her," you breathe, clinging to him.

He nods. "Would you like me to come with you, or would you prefer to go to see her alone?"

You shrug, shaking. "I don't know, Lando... Just... Just hold me..." You're holding the back of his shirt so tight. "You're all I need right now."

He kisses your cheek very gently, and does just that. But then he starts whispering. He whispers about random things, like the picnic we had the other day, or about how your favorite football team is doing. It's like he's reminding you- no matter what, the world is still spinning, and somehow, we're both still living humans who are going to be alright. "Y/n, I'm going to do everything for you, okay? Everything you need. I'm going to be there and help you when you need it. Because we're here for each other. We always will be. It's going to be okay, alright? I know it feels like your world is falling apart right now, but I've got you, and it's going to be okay in the end. Okay? Because I love you too much, and I'm going to help you through this."

I sniff. "Why couldn't you be like this right off the bat...?" I murmur.

"Be like what?" he asks in concern.

You sigh. "Why couldn't you comfort me like this right off the bat."

"Y/n, I'm sorry... I didn't know-"

"I didn't know you were able of comforting! I just thought it was something you couldn't do or something!"

You can see Lando swallow. "Y/n, I'm sorry. I didn't know... I'll try harder to-"

"It's fine," you breathe, shaking your head, although you're not sure how fine it really is, before leaning your head on his shoulder, sniffling.

He sighs big, obviously burdened. He kisses your cheek again. "Are you ready to head, then...? Or do you need more time...?"

"We have a long flight," you sigh. "We should get going now..."

Lando gently, slowly, slips you back down onto your feet. He strokes your hair, his face close to yours, looking into your eyes. "I'm here for you, okay?"

You nod, mopping up your wet, salty eyes with a paper towel. It's your turn to kiss his cheek now. "I understand, Lando. And I... forgive you. And I love that you forgive me, too."

"Of course I do," he says, exiting the bathroom, grabbing your hand. He puts his hood up and his sunglasses on. "I love you, pumpkin, okay?"

You sigh shakily, giving his hand a squeeze. "I... I love you, too... my sunshine."

[milessunflowers]

any t4t!oscar thoughts? 👀

omg so many!

trans!oscar piastri x trans! reader

synopsis: as requested, my thoughts abt t4t with oscar!

author's note: vinnie omg this has sparked so many ideas for this! i fell asleep before i could answer it last night but im back at and now my thoughts are consumed. as always, request are open so feel free to send as many as you want, as long as they follow guidelines!

first thing that came to mind was when you both came out to each other. like neither one of you expected it and were shocked (in a good way) to find out. went out for a little dinner date after with goofy grins

i think when one of you is dysphoric, the other usually gets slightly dysphoric as well, just not as bad. but then it turns into a lazy day full of watching movies and cuddles and junk food

you borrow each other's clothes more than you wear your own cuz it makes you feel better to wear them (you both refuse to start buying those types of clothes and continue to steal each others)

your parents love him and his parents love you. it makes both sides equally happy and excited that you both found someone that knows the process and makes you guys happy

dates usually aren't super extravagant but small, thoughtful ones. like if one of you wants to stay home, you order in from their favorite place. if one of you guys wants to go to a museum or something, you go to the museum

you cook mainly because i feel like oscar would burn everything down (didn't he use the oven to dry his clothes?)

but i also feel like oscar can bake like good ass cookies and that's about it. he tried brownies and cakes and other baked goods but they all ended up burnt

anything the other needs help with, whether with hormones or getting them anything they need, you guys with always do it

kinda like how oscar is already, but he doesn't post too much about your relationship as he wants to keep things private but not a secret just because he doesn't like the press asking personal questions

sometimes you both just sit in a comfortable silence going about your task, occasionally saying a thing or two

just based off the video with lando and him, oscar's love language i feel is acts of service or words of affirmation while i would feel like he would have a boyfriend who's love language is physical touch or gift giving (idk i think those mash well)

you and hattie are 1000% besties. when you and oscar go visit them, you and her are basically gossiping the whole time and it annoys oscar to no end bc he just wants to spend time with his boyfriend but his sister keeps stealing him :(

you both lovingly tease him about it and you make it up to him by covering his face in kisses, making him smile sweetly

nicole absolutely adores you and welcomed you into the family with open arms so fast you could barely blink

if you ever do get i pet, i definitely believe it would be an orange cat (lando calls the cat papaya even though that's not it's name)

when you go to races, you're bombarded with press asking abt the relationship but you politely decline to speak and hurry to catch up with oscar

if he gets nervous before a race, i feel like he would start to get dysphoric and put himself down, which you then distract him before he gets into the car so he forgets about it (works every single time)

always holding hands when you are out and about

TAGS!

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[idjits-areus]

Some of my favorite quotes from this episode:

Castiel: “It's like we're stepping into a Saturday Evening Post.”

*Sam stares at him*

Castiel: “I look at them sometimes after you fall asleep at night. They're very soothing.”

Castiel: "Maybe they're Mormon."

Chip: “They said something about an aneurysm or something?”

Castiel, casually: “Oh no, his head exploded.”

*everyone stares at him*

Chip: “I’m sorry?”

Castiel: “Like a ripe melon on the sun.”

Landlord woman: "Morals. Got to have morals.”

*She looks Castiel up and down judgmentally*

Landlord woman to Castiel specifically: “You know.”

Donatello: "Ah, I am just the picture of health. Except for my prostate. It's shaped like a papaya."

Sam: “Passionate how?”

Castiel: “She spends, uh, quite a bit of time talking about the…the shape and the heft of his…”

Sam: “Okay! Got it, yep, passionate.”

Dean to Jack who's holding two packages. One angel food cake and one devil's food cake: "You try one of those."

Castiel: "I, um I don't mean to bother you, but I'm, uh -- I'm looking for my partner. The tall man. Hair? He has beautiful hair?"

Sam: "Justin. Justin Smith. And you are?"

Castiel: "Your partner."

Sam: "Y-Partner? Huh! Super! That's swell. Great. Tell you what. Why don't you stick around? We're having pot roast. Honey. Make me a martini?"

Cindy (the wife of the husband who just died): “Hon, we're low on olives.”

Sam: “Well, that is terrible.”

Cindy: “One or two?”

Sam: “Uh, three? I'm feeling adventurous.”

Sam: "Fine! Sir, using language like, uh, 'H-E-double hockey sticks'...You should have your mouth washed out with soap."

Castiel: "Sam..."

Sam: "It's Justin."

Castiel: "I'm gonna...Double hockey sticks?"

Chip: “In this town? I'm god.”

Sam: “No. You're not. Believe me, we've met god.”

Cas: “God has a beard!”

[s10127470]

Mutant Metabolism and The X-Men Food Headcanons (Part 1)

So a few weeks ago, I shared an headcanon idea with @a-roguish-gambit.

And thanks to an additional response from @littlekidsteve, it gave me the idea to share the headcanon with you all!

I've always had this idea of mutants being massive eaters.

I mean, it's pretty common to see super-powered beings possess much higher metabolisms than the average human.

So I figured, why haven't don't the mutants have this trait?

Well, today, I wanted to share some headcanons I have for The X-Men in regards.

Specifically on what their metabolisms are like when compared to each other, their favorite foods, and even funny stories involving each of them and food.

So without further ado, let's get started!

Cyclops:

Cyclops' metabolism is definitely one of the highest of the team, due to his energy powers.

His favorite foods are quite simple. Mainly consisting of soups, cereals and sandwiches.

But let me tell you, he goes all out when it comes those three.

When it comes to soups, his favorite kind are chicken noodle, vegetable beef, and tomato.

He always uses a huge bowl to eat his soup out of.

And he's not above drinking the soup straight from the bowl.

When to comes to cereal, he loves just about any kind.

He always uses the same huge bowl when eating cereal.

He also likes to make himself a full-on spread of breakfast food to go with his cereal, like in the commercials.

It usually consists of buttered toast, some fruit, and a glass of orange juice.

When it comes to sandwiches, he always make them into Dagwoods.

Cyclops piles those babies all the way to the sky.

His favorite kind are salmon, reuben, grilled cheese, Italian, and meatball.

Food Funny: Whenever he’s eating cereal, Cyclops always hums the tune of this musical masterpiece…

Storm:

Storm is another high one on the metabolism scale, thanks to her weather manipulation.

Her favorite food are fruits, mainly the ones of the tropical variety.

Most notably bananas, passion fruit, papaya, and mangos.

Given that she spent most of her life traveling across Africa, it would make sense that she would be so into fruit, considering it was one of the few food items she could regularly eat since remember: she was a orphan and a thief.

She loves to make herself a massive fruit salad with a huge bowl, which she'll eat during breakfast, lunch, dinner and snack time.

Food Funny: One time on Halloween, the X-Men decided to go as Brazilian dancers with Tutti Frutti Hats to a party. But when they arrived at the party, everyone noticed that the fruits on Storm's hat were noticably missing. Let's just say that she got a little....peckish, on the way to the party.

Wolverine:

Wolverine possibly has the highest metabolism of all the X-Men due to his animalistic nature.

His favorite food is meat.

In particular, he loves steaks and burgers.

And similar to Cyclops, Wolverine always makes his burgers into Dagwoods.

He's also a fan of game meat such as venison, quail, boar and buffalo.

He was quite the hunter back in the past.

Food Funny: Wolverine considers Jughead (yes, that Jughead) to be his idol because of his renowned love for burgers.

Jean Grey:

Jean is quite moderate on the metabolism scale, but just like all mutants, she still has a huge appetite.

Like Cyclops, she loves sandwiches and always make Dagwoods.

Her favorites are chicken salad, ham and cheese, peanut butter and jelly, cubanos, and roast beef.

Jean also loves chips and soda.

Whenever she's snacking, you'll always find her eating massive bag of chips and multiple liters of soda.

Food Funny: She always gets the name brand chips and soda (Frito Lays, Pringles, Pepsi, Fanta, etc), and she hates whenever anyone gets the Great Value versions of those brands. You better believe she's gone on full rants over this.

Beast:

Beast is another one on the high scale of metabolism thanks to his animalistic nature.

His favorite foods are snack cakes, mainly the ones from Hostess.

He especially loves Twinkies and Chocodiles.

Food Funny: Beast is able to recite the entirety of the Chocodile commercial from memory. He also considers Roger from American Dad his spirit animal, due to their shared love of sweets.

Rogue:

Rogue is pretty high on the scale of metabolism due to enhanced physiology via the absorption of Carol Danvers' powers.

Her favorite foods is some good ol' Southern cuisine!

Fried chicken, biscuits and gravy, shrimp and grits, cornbread, barbecue, collared green, mac and cheese, fried okra, hotcakes, lemonade, sweet iced tea, and mud pies.

Food Funny: Rogue actually did a PowerPoint presentation on which restaurants have the best fried chicken.

Gambit:

Gambit is more on the moderate side when it comes to metabolism.

His favorite food is good ol' Cajun cuisine.

Gumbo, jambalaya, boudin, étouffée, po'boys, pralines, red beans and rice, crawfish boil, and beignets.

Food Funny: Gambit gets really serious about the use of seasoning in food. He likes his food to have flavor! If he taste something with hardly any flavor, he will have a Gordon Ramsey moment.

Jubilee:

Jubilee is also on the moderate side of the metabolism scale.

She is a massive junk foodie.

Any junk food you can think of, she loves.

Chips, soda, popcorn, candy, hot dogs, nachos, burgers, tacos, chicken wings, fries, onion rings, burritos, pizza, slushies, mozzarella sticks, ice cream, milkshakes, cookies, cake, and anything with either chili, cheese or bacon on it.

Food Funny: Whenever there's a marathon, she always stocks up on massive piles of junk food. And the crazy about all this is that she considers all that stuff just an appetizer!

Nightcrawler:

Nightcrawler is actually on the lower scale of metabolism.

He has a massive sweet tooth.

His favorite sweets are cakes, strudel, gingerbread, donuts, pastries and spaghetti ice cream.

Food Funny: His favorite time of year is Christmastime, which he uses as a way to gorge down on as many sweets as he possibly can.

Well that's all for know!

What do you guys think about the choices I made for the X-Men and their favorite foods?

Also, what other food headcanons can you think of for these guys?

I'm planning on doing a part two to this, where I cover some of the other notable X-Men and their favorite foods.

[tako-cafe]

Depressed Cater HCs

per the title reader beware this will delve into depression, self-harm, and suicidal tendencies

Slightly less upsetting first but he listens to older viral pop songs when at his lowest. top 3 picks are: Butterfly by Smile.Dk, Supergirl by Miss Papaya, and Caramelldansen by Caramella Girls

Trey Once asked what Caramelldansen meant and Cater told him it means he wants to die. Trey pushed the beds together. He didn't trust Cater.

Slightly related but IG Boy - Baby Lasagna is very Cater

back to Cater sad boy but Caramelldansen coming from Cater's phone one day while studying and Idia walks by and just "huh you're depressed too."

Cater had let it slip one day though and just did an oopsie teehee about his mask falling.

Really the only two people he lets it slip around are Trey and Idia.

Trey more so over being roommates + separate HC before Riddle got there they were super close really fast. It didn't help Cater when Riddle got there Trey near instantly latched back onto his tyrant redhead. Made Cater feel abandoned but he doesn't want to say anything. He does miss the feeling of having a friend though.

To continue that, despite his sociable tendencies he feels othered and lonely in general. He keeps hoping posting to Magicam will fill that void and he is pretty chronically online. It doesn't work and he ends up emptier feeling but it ends up what he leans into to keep trying to help.

Idia and Cater HC friendship. It takes a bit but Idia by force a la Cater talking to without catching onto how uncomfortable Idia is does end up finding out they have things in common. Cater does cozy game and watch some anime so they end up close.

Cater gamer list: Stardew, Animal Crossing, Harvest Moon, Fashion Dreamer, Slime Rancher 1 and 2, and Idia gets him into horror RPGs

Anime List: OHSHC, Given, Princess Jellyfish, Inuyasha, Your Lie In April (this one was an Idia recc)

Through these shared medias they both end up slowly confiding to each other and Idia ends up shocked how much the seemingly happy socialite hides daily.

Ok less fun time but this also means Trey and Idia catch onto Cater's self harming tendencies. He sleeps less on purpose and uses social media doom scrolling as a way to hurt his own mental health on purpose. Both have caught onto him skipping meals during these times as well. Using food as punishment if he doesn't meet some arbitrary goal. If left in this state for long that is when he risks delving into suicidal Cater. He wouldn't do it at the school, but he isn't against trying to plan a trip into town to do it. Trey has had to stop him a few times already.

this was messy and rambles oops. Hope someone enjoyed this.

[vsyrworld]

get to know my favorite driver's ship

this was made by me and for me and i wrote fanfic about them!!!

(fyi; i started watching f1 in 2015 so ofc you guys KNOW what my FIRST and ULTIMATE ship)

(older f1 ships: )

Brocedes :D (childhood friends, teammates, rivals, anything but a lover - crofty 2021)

OH COME ON. I will write an essay about their history. BUT ANYWAY, despite their toxic year in 2015/2016, I still adore how young nico and lewis friendship or whatever they had in Greece back then and I still keep this ship alive until the 2021 season. Their battle on the track was BEYOND TOXIC, yet their battle off the track (media drama) is HILLAARIOUS. How come Lewis accidentally spills out, the name that shouldn't be spoken for Half of DECADE. God both of them are dramas king. NICO PODCAST omg the talk with Alain prost and they compared his vs Senna battle with HIS AND Lewis's battle PLUS when Nico's storytelling his "friendship" history in ITALY at the SPONSOR EVENTS *CRIED* and lewis always mentioned how he loves ice cream and do cheating day in imola and monza BECAUSE IT WAS NICO WHO INTRODUCE THE FOOD THERE. ugh I hate and love them at the same time. (I do include some Seb/NICO too because I like see Lewis getting rilled up)

2. Kimi and Seb (I ADORE THIS A LOT)

my calm and serenity wise iconic ferrari couple. I feel like Kimi was the rock ice and water for Seb to prevent him from burnout because of ferrari. during 2017-2018, Seb pushed hard (same like Charles) and yet the car reliability fuck his championship standing. and kimi (--kimi was the last ferrari champion hiks) kimi just so attentive to seb and I genuinely like both of them being rebels to whole ferrari tradition (like they don't do rollercoaster thingy, they DON'T master Italian, they just become their self and being so comfortable in their own bubble, fuck world). I had noticed also Seb (and Gio) is the only teammate that can make Kimi laugh. I just super super adore them!

3. Maxiel (TRADITIONALSHIP! I REFUSE OTHER SHIP FOR MAX BESIDE DANIEL. I REFUSE!)

ugh should I explain them? THE CHAOTIC GAYEST ENERGY IN WHOLEEE 2016 GRIDS COME ON. I love how Daniel basically took young rookie Max under his arm and just had fun on and off the track with It? The biggest flop was when Max was just so hotheaded and they crashed in Baku. I thought their relationship gonna be stranded but GUESS WHAT? MAXIEL IS STILL ALIVE UNTIL NOW HELLO? and their relationship is so real not only for the camera but also out the camera. The other highlight moment is when Max is already 'too big' daniel really steps down from RBR because he knows, Max will outshine him, and he knows (what he learned from brocedes too) that it's better to go the other way.

(newer)

4. Dando (COMFORT SHIIP Not romantically also)

I thought daniel was max soulmate but LANDO excuse me? They can share daniel If they want. i just love how lando becomes so silly and blushes like school teenager around Daniel. i love how they INFLUENCE each other. I think because I feel nostalgic with them because they really similar with Maxiel in 2017 era, just one season before Daniel goes to renault, Maxiel was strained on thin paper. Dando other hands, well Daniel mostly, struggled in McLaren (with the papaya fans also still adore Carlos that time and refuse to let go him) plus Lando was shining bright just like Max 2016. Again, daniel he stepped OUT (this time). I guess, that similarity made me miss maxiel too.

5. last one C2 (Charlos) gosh, please!! ultimate!!!

loving and adoring them was expected though. It wasn't because they're both handsome (I already know Carlos was goofy ever since his Renault era so I never consider him as a handsome man) BUT DANG BOY, RED ON CARLOS WAS SOMETHING ELSE? RED ON CARLOS, BLACK ON CARLOS WAS SAKDAJSKDFHLKJSAFHKJAF.

-- okay back to the c2. It was a slow build okay? I realized that they are special during Carlos's first podium, Monaco 2021. Charles WAS LIKE ME. Blushing giggling, shy gazes toward Carlos. they are so endearing. Both of them are the victims of the Ferrari team. But I think they both understand each burden (Charles being the predestinated one, and Carlos had to prove his talent bcs he is a two times world champion son) plus, the way Ferrari screwed Charles in 2019. The team was cracked but with Carlos, I didn't expect this cursed team is heal :"D (Crying) and Charles become more relaxed, more enjoyed, even his coping mechanism is with laughter and Carlos just matches his energy. Idk , they gave me... a relationship through ups and downs.

and I realized there are so many people trying to pit them against each other, their fans are constantly arguing about who is the best and better driver, always dragging one of them down, but guess what is Carlos and Charles's response? it's completely differs from real life. They knew and fucking see it their fans tension. Carlos's anger to the Spanish media has already proven enough he had enough of these things. Charles also said in an interview that "what he saw about him and Carlos is nowhere true". they are the best PR relationship couple out there, but I also can see a genuine, how they know each other so weell. How Charles kept the football game updated just because of Carlos, how Carlos knows his favorite food, how they had their own internal jokes,

they are both soo lowkey on the camera during and outside the race. and I think that Is why people never hype them like carlando or everyone's favorite childhood rival to lovers lesttapen. And I thought they didn't really hang out with each other that much but WHAT WAS THAT SUMMER BREAK? HUH? YOU IN MALORCA AND WENT TO SOUTHERN FRENCH? What were the matching Instagram feeds color and aesthetic at New York? WHAT WAS THE THING ABOUT PASTA CARBONARA UN LUNGA NON PENNE? WHAT WAS THAT THING CHARLES SLEPT ON THE FLOOR just to accompany Carlos watching World Cup? The dolomites? The Sardinia?

there are soo many thing that they keep it so low-profile and under camera, and yet their conversation is so domestic.

[healthtruth101]

The Ultimate Parasite Slayer - over the last few weeks at the Sunfired wellness retreat I’ve been religiously eating the papaya & its seeds for breakfast!

Papaya seeds have super powerful health benefits, including the ability to kill intestinal parasites. They contain proteolytic enzymes like papain, which help break down and eliminate parasites from the digestive system. The seeds also have antimicrobial properties that can combat harmful bacteria and fungi, contributing to overall gut health.

Especially as someone who has spent years eating animal protein I’ve been introducing foods that fight against parasites, like these papaya seeds. @aris_latham recommends to eat the seeds WHOLE as this is the most effective way for the parasites 🪱 magnetise to them while they travel through the gut!

And yes it’s true you can see 👀 them come straight through the other end 😱😳

[yuckydraws]

Vant, mal , wine and boss and classic papaya

He text s/o about his bad tiring work day, not expecting to find s/o settings up a super relaxing chill time for him , food cooking, plesent music playing. S/o not seeing him because they are to busy setting up the finishing touches of his spa day ( or whatever relaxes him)

The limit for asks is 4 characters, and since Vant works from home most of the time, I'll just leave him out of this answer.

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Mal: He's a high school monster history teacher. He can usually handle his workload, students, and less-than-accepting coworkers without an issue, but today was the perfect storm. He spends his breaks ranting about his day over text to you, and by the time he heads home he's exhausted. He would love a spa day, and all his built up frustration from the day would melt away at the sight of you setting this up for him. You'll be in for some appreciative kisses.

Wine: He's a sergeant detective of the only monster division in the police force. It's a stressful, time consuming job, but he's used to that and often takes it in stride... a little to well. He overworks himself and you'll have to be in tune to the subtle tells of his, if you want to help him relieve that stress and actually relax. He would chuckle at you setting him up a spa day, but it wouldn't take much coaxing for him to go along. He'll let himself decompress with you, only a sight you see, and by the end of it, he'll give you a soft "Thank You" while nuzzling his face into your shoulder.

Boss: He runs a bootcamp for new recruits in the Royal Guard, which along with Wine's detective taskforce, is one of the only systematic defense monsters currently have to turn to. He loves his job, however, there are times he's met with a brat of a recruit or he learns of yet another crime against monsters that he can do little about personally and the human police force refuse to acknowledge. He's just a trainer, and it gets to him sometimes. While he loves to cook, coming home to you taking care of it on a particularly rough day, while also setting up a relaxing night? That scowl of his might just turn into a smile.

Papyrus: He's in school to be a nurse, though he does work part time as a barista. He's a diligent student, however he often struggles juggling studying, working, and keeping the peace at the skele-house. 13 roommates is a lot, much more when multiple don't get along. He also struggles with his studies often, and it can be hard for even The Great Papyrus to stay optimistic all the time. He hides it well, but soon enough you'll know his tells, and when he comes home to you preparing this after a particularly rough day? He might just cry.

[sakuraswordly]

Amy: Tour in Thailand with Anne Boonchuy! Yay! But........It's so HOT!!!

Punch: Why do you sound so happy, Amy? Several parts of India recorded maximum temperatures over 110 degrees Fahrenheit last month. On April 21, people in the eastern city of Bhagdora sweltered as the mercury touched 114.8 degrees. Summer heat hits Asia early, killing dozens as one expert calls it the "most extreme event" in climate history! So......Does anyone have any ice cream or ice shake?

Anne: This place is awesome! Why would you hate it?

Dec: Well....The highest temperature recorded in Asia was 61.36 °C in Multan, Punjab, Pakistan on July 26, 1992. West-central Asia experiences some of the largest diurnal temperature ranges on Earth.......

Punch: Because it is SUPER HOT like a desert!!

Amy: I agree with Punch. I hate this hot "dessert". 

Sonic: At least this place has an ocean. 

Jaq: Not really helping, Sonic.

Anne: Here's a list of the most popular street food dishes, Som tam (ส้มตำ) – Papaya salad, Khao pad (ข้าวผัด) – Fried Rice, Pad thai kung (ผัดไทยกุ้ง) – Noodles with shrimp, Khao mun gai (ข้าวมันไก่) - Steamed chicken on rice, Gai/Moo bing (ไก่/หมูปิ้ง) - Grilled chicken/pork skewers.

Ant: That looks delicious and looking at Gai/Moo bing!

Punch: I'm not interested in that stuff. I saw that every day until is boring.

Dec: How about Khao mun gai?

Punch: Boring.

Anne: What about Som tam? I really like it.

Punch: Passed

Sonic: Why are you so mean to this place anyway, Punch?

Amy: Are you having a bad memory in this place?

Punch: Yes. A lot of boring stuff.

Anne: Hey! Stop that! We must protect our old culture like Thailand's culture and traditionsThey will aim to project a smiling, positive air and avoid displays of emotion such as anger. Politeness and respect for others – particularly elders – is key. All this helps explain the air of calm self-effacement that makes the Thai people so welcoming to visitors!

Punch: I'm not interested.

Jaq: Why every time you need to ruin a mood?

Sonic: every time Punch...... every time.....

Anne: Then what about Hundreds of Thai traditional ice creams made simultaneously with a spinning bucket?

Sonic & Punch: Ice creams! Yay!

Anne: Hey! Are you two listening to me first?!

Ant & Dec: They gone.......

10 minutes later.....

Amy: Thank you......Sonic and Punch.....but.....why are you buying the same taste for me anyway.....? Just only one.....why two?

Punch: In Indonesia also have these like Thailand too. Es goyang is a traditional Indonesian street food usually sold by street vendors on the side of roads. It is usually prepared on the spot, dipped into melted chocolate when it freezes, toppings are also sometimes put onto the es goyang when the chocolate is still liquid.

Amy: Punch! You're very cool! Thanks!

Punch: Did she just say thanks to me???!!!! *Face turning red*

Jaq: Ho...ho....

Anne: Punch......don't tell me....are you two couple?

Sonic: WHAT?!

Punch: Me and Amy we are having nothing about it! We're just friends! Yeah...JUST FRIEND!!

Anne & Jaq: Are you sure about that?

Punch: YES!! I DO NOT LOVE AMY!!

Amy: You and Sonic sure shared the same enthusiasm.

Sonic & Punch: WE'RE NOT!! *Face Turing red with embarrassment*

Amy: Just like Ant and Dec.

Ant & Dec: WE'RE NOT DUMB!

Anne: When did Amy call you a dummy huh?

Tsofph Season 11(Chapter1 Secret Truth of the Past)

Punch: One day like this, I love to share an umbrella with you, Amy.

Amy: And this wish finally be granted.

Punch: Amy...I'm sorry for taking too long to make up my mind.

Amy: It's okay, Punch. I'm so happy to date with you.

Punch: Yeah..... I wish I made up my mind sooner.

Amy: You gain so much courage....you usually run away for me because you're too much shy.

Punch: Wha?! How did you know that I was once a shy person?!

Amy: Just my sense I guess.

Punch: I like everyone, but I don't know....for some reason....I like Amy the most.

Amy: I know you like everyone.....but I love you the most, Sonic. Say....Punch....Can you say it now....that you love me again?

Punch: Of course.  俺は大好きだぜ、エミー.

Amy: I had to make a decision. I decided that I would wait for you forever, no matter how old I became, no matter how old you are. And then... you came back again just like I wish for. Please remember, Punch. We’re all in this together. And I’d really think you’d grow to love them as much as I do.

Source Character:

Amy Rose, a girl who is in love with Sonic and chases Sonic wherever she wants. She calls herself Sonic's girlfriend. She is a lively and cheerful mood-maker and also has a winning spirit and great drive. In an emergency, she can pull out her favorite Piko Piko hammer out of nowhere and perform an action that rivals anyone even Sonic flinches at her sincere feelings. A single-minded girl in love with Sonic who believes that "When you set your heart on something, you go to the ends of the earth!". She continues to pursue her beloved Sonic during her travels and this time, they meet again. Daily, Amy longingly reminisces about the good old days when she would chase after Sonic. However, the sudden appearance of a gigantic flying fortress casts a shadow over her life...

Explanation 16(Analysis)

Amy tries to get shadow out of his usual comfort zone and invite's him to do stuff with her that he probably wouldn't do with other people. Or even when he was getting tickets for her to go to the hot honey concert in the murder of the sonic the hedgehog for her last second birthday present cause he forgot, she wants him to go with her too with her request.

Amy Rose is a cheerful, optimistic go-getter and romantic who wears her heart on her sleeve. She is of pure heart and the strongest of will. This makes her formidable, but it can also leave her a little short-sighted or overbearing, like in her love for Sonic. Amy loves Sonic for who he is and how they resonate. Despite her antics, at the end of the day, her love is honest, true, and all-encompassing. She takes Sonic for better or worse, no matter the package. She wants to journey with him and be his support. She is a dear friend.

Amy is always there waiting for Sonic, and the only thing she asks in return is to go with him. Funnily enough, Amy is not chasing after him like in previous games, instead, she respects Sonic’s decision to not take her with him. Amy is always looking at the brighter side of life. She’s one of the most consistently joyful characters in the series, and she’s always willing to see the good that she senses in others. She can be slightly kooky about matters pertaining to Sonic, she can be suspicious of anyone else who hints at falling for Sonic, she can even let her temper get the better of her now and then, but ultimately, she’s harmless.

“I still can’t believe it’s you inside that… thing! But! No matter the package, you’re still my Sonic, Sonic!” Even as Punch or King Gilgamesh, Amy will treat them like how she treats Sonic. As Amy's pure heart for Sonic Amy can sense "Sonic" and knows he will do the right thing no matter how much appearance. As I mentioned in this hint, Amy considers Sonic's safety and care. In Tsubasa of Phantasia, Amy is like a second mother to Sonic. Amy loved Sonic from the beginning and she was the second character after Tails to teach Sonic and play a large role in his life. As for Shadow, Amy's loving and caring for Shadow still never changes since she's Maria." Shadow, I beg of you! Give them a chance to be happy!" "I Wanna Share That Love With The World, Even If It'll Take Us Far Apart." Amy or Maria was strong in spirit. Eternally cheerful, optimistic and positive despite her condition, Maria could see the good in almost anyone or anything. She was likewise a very kind, loving and generous soul who always put others before herself, supported her friends, and held an unconditional love for the people of the world, even showing compassion towards her enemies when they were distressed. Because she never got down to earth, Maria was very interested in the planet and wished to see it. She was also very encouraging as she could make others accept themselves and calm others down when in stressful situations, including Shadow.

In Tsofph Season 7 and Season 8(Story of Daily Life)

In Tsubasa of Phantasia, Amy and Maria are the same person. Amy is like a second mother to Sonic. Ever since Amy had already made a decision, no matter how she is reborn again, she will be there for both Sonic and Shadow. In the past before being reborn again in an attempt to save Maria's life, Gerald, who was the greatest scientific mind of his time, agreed to work on Project Shadow and success, Maria finally lived a life where she never wanted to do for the first time as "Amy Rose". Without Laphicet helping with Gerald, Maria might never have been alive and reborn as "Amy Rose"; That connects to why Amy was very attarch to Sonic very much. Maria's last request for Shadow to protect the world and its people would be a driving force in the hedgehog's life, which Shadow made the promise to keep despite his loathing of humanity. Maria's most prominent relationship was with Shadow the Hedgehog, a creature created to help make a cure for her illness. Amy still loves Sonic. There's no mention of her loving someone else because Sonic won't get into a relationship with her.

Maria, Laphicet and Shadow were raised alongside each other onboard the ARK and they formed a very close bond, with Maria considering Shadow a brother of sorts. Maria also shared the same dream with him which was to visit Earth, making them kindred spirits in a sense, and they tended to look at the earth from the ARK together and ponder about it. Sharing a mutual compassion for one another, Maria was always concerned for Shadow whenever he expressed confusion over his purpose. But when comes as Amy Rose, for Shadow to let go of his past 100%, Amy and Shadow make a new relationship for the future they can go together and protect Sonic as one of their like family.

Enkidu & Peter: Umm....so that means Amy was...*Smug Face*

Gilgamesh: Me and Amy we are having nothing about it! We're just friends! Yeah...JUST FRIEND!!

Enkidu: So she's not your type....?

Gilgamesh: SHE'S NOT!!! And don't let her see me I beg you!!

Peter: Huh? What about you said---OUCH!!

Gilgamesh: Shut up!!

[t4tails]

I saw you wanted people to talk to you. Are you ready for an autism bomb? Rats make wonderful pets. They require not a ton of work for a mammal, and can be quite cheap (Barring vet costs). Rats are very happy with any sort of toy, as long as they can chew it. Those amazon delivery boxes? Yeah, you can turn them into a rat house. They will eat the cardboard and pee all over it and love it. Old plastic dollhouse made out of soft plastic? They probably won't eat it but they will love to nap and climb on it. Food? This is the easiest. Oxbow adult rat feed and you can give them ANYTHING people can eat (Bar from onions, mangoes, citrus, papaya, and raw tubers). They can even eat chocolate! Dark chocolate also opens your rat's airways, which is great to help them during a respiratory attack, enough time to bring them to the vet. Rats love people and form very close bonds with their owners. They are also SUPER soft like cats, and also have sharp claws (Like cats). They give licks and snuggles. So sweet! I love them! Rats use squeaks to communicate, but humans can't hear most of them. Thankfully rats also use their teeth to say things. Rats can brux, an action where they rub their teeth together to make a sort of grinding sound. They do this for many reasons, with differing sounds and body language. A rat that is very happy will be very relaxed while doing a softer brux (Maybe with boggling, where their eyes pop in and out. This is due to a jaw muscle that connect right behind the eye sockets), while an upset rat will brux loud and harsh with stiff body language. A rat in pain will have their whiskers bunched and brought back, with stiff ears, hunched back, squinted eyes, and a weak to strong brux depending on the pain/discomfort.

(Featuring: Blaze and Scratch, my previous rats, having a nappy)

SOOO CUUUUTE SO SO SWEETIE CUTIE im not time conscious enough to care for any caged pets but omg.. rat propaganda

[midwestgp]

3, 11, 29 for the weird asks 🫶🏽

omg heyyy!!!

3. specific color that gives you the ick?

um papaya orange for sure. its just so bright. also orange makes me look dead if I wear it. I don't own a single orange piece of clothing. love the color orange when it comes to food though! also not a huge fan of bright, bright read or a super rich purple.

11. anything from your childhood you've held on to?

I have lots of stuff around me right now that are from my childhood! all my furniture in my room was my moms furniture too. im not exactly attached to it I just have never felt a strong urge to change my room from how it looked when I was 4. I am now 20 lol. I also have my blankie which is a tattered old baby blanket that I used to hold and play with all the time as a self-soothing mechanism.

29. preferred pasta noodle?

umm bowties ofc!!!!! I love bowties!!!! they are so cute and hold the sauce well. bowties my beloved. (I HATE angel hair though, ew.)

Thanks for the ask my wonderful moot <333

weirdly specific ask game !

[blanketforcas]

I usually use some hair masks! They help a lot turning dry hair softer (when I dyed my hair I used them a lot). You leave them on while you're in the shower for about 10-15 mins and the hair gets super hydrated and soft once it's dry. My favorite one is native to my country but a good alternative I tried and that you can also probably find there is Frutis Hair Food Papaya Mask.

Also idk if you use a hair dryer but if you do try to put it on a cooler setting, cus the heat really fucks up the hair.

Hope this helps!

thank youu!! that's really helpful, i might actually try a hair mask now lol i'm getting excited about it

[devildom-moss]

I can tell you what fruits i like!

Apples

Oranges

Kiwi

Dragonfruit

Pears

The kinda pears we call pears but arent pears

Lychee

Strawberries

Blueberries

Raspberries

Grapes

Bananas

Durian

Mangosteen

Papaya

Longan

Mangos

Watermelon

Cherries

Peach

Guava

That one fruit thats like a mangosteen but not

Coconuts

Honeydew

Rambutan

Passion fruit

Theres probably more that i forgot </3

That's quite a lot. I actually have not heard mangosteen or rambutan before. Some of these are not super widely available where I live, though. I know what a loganberry is, but I have never seen one being sold. Maybe I need to go to farmers markets again (but crowds of people and sunlight...)

I don't know what the unnamed not-pear is or the not-mangosteen is. There are pears that don't look like traditional pear shapes (Asian pears, for example), but they are still pears.

I am curious if you were just listing or if you went in a particular order? When I mentioned that I shouldn't be allowed to mention fruit I like, I mostly meant my top favorite fruits. (Which I'm actually weirdly specific if I'm asked about my favorite fruit. It's mango - but specifically honey/yellow mango because it's the superior mango and pomegranate is a close second, so I feel like it's unfair to lump all mangos into the top spot when, yeah all mangos are good, but the honey mango does the heavy lifting in the favorite position. I can't do pomegranate dirty like that. The poor fruit has such a short season for me to treat it like that).

My favorite fruits tend to have romantic or erotic associations/symbolism. (I accidentally have slutty tastes, I guess?) I just get into using them in writing: the sweetness, the color, the seasonality, the ability to stain. . . I enjoy using food in writing in general, I think. My brain just gets a kick out of adding it into writing. It adds a bit of spice (pardon the pun - or pun adjacent since spices aren't technically food, and the double entendre for when I write about food in smut)