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MAYBE ITS ME? … | Date Everything x gn!reader

Summary: After leaving your house because you can’t handle being hated in your very own home, Sam talks with you while your house becomes quiet…

Warning: minimal angst, honestly it’s a little fluffy with you and Sam. The objects are miserable now. There will be a part three and four!!

PART ONE | MASTERLIST | READ ME

Sam has been the most understanding friend what felt like your only friend she tries her hardest to bring you out of your slump and rationalize while simultaneously making fun of you as to why your relationships within your home have a burning hate for you.

She’s pointing fun yet logical, allowing you to rant about what you did and where you possibly went wrong with each. She sat across from you, leaned forward with her elbows on her knees in full concentration. You were sat back practically melting into the furniture that didn’t despise you, moving a hand around to exaggerate your speech with the other stuffing your face with food like you haven’t eaten in weeks. Lowkey, you haven’t.

“When I talked to Hoove, being nice and supportive while telling him not to work too hard—I thought I was being sweet ya’know—“ You stuff your face and swallow.

“—but apparently NOT?? He got angry with me, when I tried backtracking and apologize which crazy by the way he said he HATED ME?!” You shout, you can feel your face heat in anger at the thought before tears well up.

“Or how I tried to speak with Daisuke—“

“Who’s that one?”

“Oh my tableware, he’s like tall about yay-high with black hair a portion of it in a bun with like dishware themed robes…I heard from others in rhe kitchen that he’s into taking things seriously” You explain with a wave of the hand.

“I actually…heh I thought that we’d get along, he likes taking care of the dishes and even tries to fix them if they crack due to me but that’s not the point I too like fixing things, I want to fix things…but I guess unlike him or fake it till you make it like Tony…I just make it worse…”

“I…I just wanted to be friends or the I don’t know? Date? The whole reason of the damn glasses.” You mutter, you push the snacks away and use a napkin to clean yourself.

Dating them, any of them wasn’t the main goal. Sure it’s interesting but realizing the things around your home have their own lives in the house was so cool!

Being a hermit, a homebody it felt like a this was a way to help you as well, to get better with being social and maybe let you learn that the outside wasn’t so scary and not everything was out to get you.

But, you messed it up—perhaps you tried too hard, pushed too much, didn’t push enough, didn’t flirt when needed to, too flirty for some, or didn’t have enough specs for the correct dialogue and it came out lame. Now, you’re both miserable in the house and out of it.

Sam was trying, really was. As you spoke she’d occasionally glance around her apartment as if the ranting was making her paranoid about her house. Sighing she runs her hand down her face. She should’ve said something about the weird black stuff in that bathroom, maybe it was the fumes getting to you, but she shook her head.

“What else happened?…”

“The breaking point?”

“Yeah, what made you take off the glasses?”She asks, you groan, slumping back and wiping away a few stray tears as you remembered.

“I was going to the Breaker Box Club, ‘cause Eddie and Volt were still nice-ish from our previous conversations—I hadn’t talked to them in a bit by then cause I was trying to salvage whatever was going on between Harper the hamper and Dirk dirty clothes. I wanted to catch up and help Eddie with some of his work like last time.” You shift in your seat uncomfortably.

“When I entered it was packed, I was happy for them that their business was getting bigger but I knew it was gonna be a lot to take on so I went to find one of them to offer help…”

“…you try and help a lot…”

“I do, it’s…the only thing I can give to them—“ you stop yourself, continuing the story of the night prior.

“But, I knew I wasn’t welcomed. Everyone avoided me, whispering around like I was back in school. Again, Volt saw me. I remember waving at him as he walked over way too quickly. We talked as he pushed me along the way I came from, when I noticed I was confused and…worried I lost another person again…” You take in a deep breath.

“I did…the gossip around the club didn’t go unnoticed by the owners he wanted to get rid of me so it didn’t disturb the customers. I tried talking to him saying that I wasn’t a bad…person…” You don’t sound convinced yourself by that statement.

“He wasn’t having it, his…skin almost turned this light blue? His hand gripped my arm to drag my away from the prying eyes, it hurt…not to make him anymore mad I let him, throw me out…” Voice trailing off, Sam looks stunned, like this was the most juiciest soap opera ever.

“You got kicked out of your own break box—“

“YES, I GOT KICK OUT” you yelled but not at Sam, yelling at the absurd thought of being thrown out of your own break box.

“Crazy…” She elongates the ‘zy’ in the word, unsure how to handle the rest of this.

“Do you think there’s a way to start over with them? All of them I mean?”

The sun was setting, making the silence seem light and comforting. You’re tired, and don’t know where to tread next, so many ideas run in your mind that you—wait…

There might be a very dubious way to get your life back to normal. The thought felt terrible, too personal and guilty, but you don’t seem to have any other option. At least not right now. So, you’ll pin the idea with Keith in the back of your mind. And let it fester or wilt as you and Sam brainstorm together.

Back at the house.

The ones that cheered for your leave are quiet, basking in the dullness of the house. Sure they can talk to one another but…that’s uneventful. The house is missing apart of itself the part of you. The human part. The fragile, unpredictable, unproductive, and lonely ways of you has gone missed.

But everyone refuses to say it out loud. They’re all still bitter and angry with how you treated them—wait…why exactly are they all mad? Some can’t remember but feel justified, although, looking back they just remember you trying. No.

No. You hurt them. They think…

…

…

Okay—well they aren’t sure…not anymore.

The lights are off because there’s no need to see, the sinks and baths don’t run because there’s no one to draw it for, the wall creaks and settles sadly, coffee pot remains unused along with the beauty products, television, books, sofa, stove—all of it. All of them are…completely bored?

Maybe, making your life inconvenienced and almost down right harassed in your day to day life after you stopped interacting with them wasn’t the right way to express their anger. A day turned to four then a week then two weeks.

Dorian can feel the worry in every room about when you’ll return, he huffs. Bedroom Dorian stands still, looking up at the ceiling then down to the floor, watching Florence quickly scramble around her time book with all the new complaints and meetings for Celia.

He reluctantly…steps forward. Away from his position to stand right in front of the poor woman. He rather be doing his job, the thing he thinks so highly of. However, he too is miserable more miserable than laundry room closet Dorian because what is his purpose now that the one who he open and closes for…is gone?

But he’s convinced himself that speaking with Celia will help.

Or so he hopes.

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I am having issues being nice to people in my ao3 comments. Most of the time people are perfectly lovely and I love having interactions with them. It's really important to me that when I'm on my writer tumblr instead of my main and on my ao3, I foster a kind and gentle community. I feel like that starts with me and that is the sort of environment I want to create.

Now, the problem is this fic I wrote. It's for a pretry big fandom and it got a lot of traction (like first page when sorting by hits while there are tens of thousands of fics) and it's been wild. Mostly great... except this one arc I wrote where character A, who is mentally ill and gets triggered into a spiral acts mentally ill, which negatively impacts people around him, including character B (it's a ship fic), who while not responsible is making it worse and making the active choice to stay, because he also has his own issues. The fic explores the aftermath of that as well, but for a few chapters it's just the downward spiral. And while it isn't all condoned, I give character A understanding due to the situation as well as a healing journey, wherein he apologizes and does better and makes up for it.

Sadly for me, character B is the fandom's favorite white boy, who is always the hurt victim in every situation and has no responsibility ever. So me also stating how character B is in part responsible forthe situation ending up getting as bad is a no go and people are very angry at me. On top of that, I based a lot of character A's struggles on my own, which makes it even less pleasant to get detailed comments about how he deserves to be beaten up for his actions and left by all his friends and family to stew in the guilt for the rest of forever all alone, less than fun.

I don't want to have to tell people about my own personal struggles and I am tired of explaining that it is a character arc and a nuanced and complex situation wherein multiple parties are at fault. And I have chronic have to reply even when I know ignoring it is better syndrome. At what point does it become acceptable to just be a fucking bitch to people?

First of all, lemme give you a hug 💗 It's never fun when people misunderstand your message and it's even worse when there's a personal element to it as well.

The way I see it, your comments section belongs to you. It's an extension of your fic and it's a place where every message left gets dropped into your inbox. If there's something you don't want to see in your comments section? Delete it. If there's someone who won't stop misinterpreting you/your characterization or someone who is being an asshat? Block them. Then delete their comment.

I know people get hung up on whether or not they should do that, but I'm here to tell you that if I didn't delete hate and block haters, this blog would have shut down in 2020, if not earlier. You need to take care of yourself, and if that means removing that part of your comments then so be it.

I also prefer to lead with empathy and understanding. I believe in giving people the benefit of the doubt. I work very hard at taking the best interpretation possible of scenarios that people write me about. But that doesn't mean I need to put up with hate or with willful ignorance or with snarky "ironic" dystopian takes on my attempts to be sincere and helpful. Those things all make it harder for me to continue this hobby I love, and therefore I delete and I block and I move on in the direction I'm going.

I definitely understand the desire to be a heinous bitch in response. I've even given into it a few times. But I also remember those times because I'm not proud of myself for losing my temper. I look back on them and wish that I hadn't chosen a good burn over my principles.

Don't share anything that you don't actually want to share with strangers on the internet. Don't keep comments around that make you feel bad. Put an author's note at the bottom of the chapter explaining what you're going for and letting readers know that you don't want comments like the ones you describe here - and delete them if they come in despite that.

Sometimes you just have to clean house, anon, and get rid of some of the cruft.

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Soap (3)

Lando Norris X F!Reader X Max Verstappen

Summary: Y/N has always loved hard and shows that through affection. Especially lately. She's a touch-starved kind of lovergirl, and Lando has always been okay with it. At least she thought so.

Warning(s): angst, tension, flangst, fluff

A/N: TAGLIST IS FULL!!!! I won't be able to tag anymore of you on it, I'm sorry, loves!! I wrote this entire fic listening to Olivia Rodrigo guys so have so much fun lol. I love how much you guys are loving this fic and my writing, it truly means the world!! Enjoy this for now, friends :)

Things had been different.

As normal as they could be now, in the moment, but still different.

People had begun to notice that Lando and Y/N had not been seen with one another.

The pair had never really called it quits, but they both truly knew it was done the second she walked out that door at the Canadian GP. That's what hurt the most.

Lando knew better than most that she would come around when she was ready. That she would say her piece when she felt it was a better time. He knew better than to push her. He knew that now at least. It didn't stop the constant messaging he did the night of their fight, he couldn't help it.

His emotions got the best of him that night, and they continued to get the best of him. When it came to the after-party post the F1 movie premiere, he couldn't stop thinking about Lewis' words.

It didn't stop him from messaging Max that night of the premiere, asking if it were true.

You have a lot of fuckin nerve to be sending me a message right now

That's all he received from the Redbull driver, nothing more, nothing less. Lando didn't know if he should be worried or have no right to be upset knowing what he knows now.

He didn't even think Max would send a response back. If anything, he expected a middle finger emoji if Max did respond.

He definitely couldn't be mad in this very moment he woke up in.

A sigh left his lips as he got dressed in his hotel room, pulling on his clothes for the flight back to Monaco. Too tired and distraught to even worry about the state of his hair, throwing a hat on over it with his hood.

He grabbed his things, setting down a note on the nightstand. His eyes stayed on the familiar blonde head, Magui, who was his ex-girlfriend, who lay bare on his bed, fast asleep.

Without a second look, he had made his way out the door, and out towards the car waiting for his arrival.

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There was a knock on Y/N's bathroom door, the girl mumbling a 'come in' not too long, Max peering his head in. He looked at her in amusement, opening the door wider as he stood there leaning against the doorframe.

Y/N sat on her counter, legs criss-crossed in front of the sink, hair sitting in curlers as she was doing up her makeup, one of her playlists playing softly in the back. She looks back at him through the mirror, a soft and genuine smile forming on her lips. "What?"

He shook his head, snapping out of the daze he caught himself in as he looked at her with his arms crossed.

"Nothing. Do you want anything while I'm out?" Max asks her, and she nods, looking back at him.

"Can you get more bubbly water?" her voice softly responds, Max nodding at her. "The orange cream?"

She nods with a hum. "Anything else, or just that?"

"No, just that. I don't need anything else for now, especially since we have to leave for Austria in a few days," she explains, turning her head back to finish doing her makeup.

"Got it," he hums before walking up behind her. His arms wrap around her waist, causing her to flinch lightly, the action not going ignored by Max. He frowns.

Ever since they'd gotten home, she had been acting differently. Acting off, less touchy, more faded.

That was almost two weeks ago.

Max hated it. He hated this new her; it wasn't like her at all. He could tell she craved to be touched, to be shown affection in some sort of way. To hug everyone she came into contact with, because it was a normal reflex of hers.

He had watched how she would go up to hug some of the crew, only to hesitate and make it look like she was just stretching instead of pulling them into hugs.

Or when Max would come by to watch a movie with her, to keep her distracted from falling into the social media craze going on.

He could see how her body would twitch to reach out for him across the couch. Max is only sitting far from her to give her space, to not overwhelm her.

Then, when he would finally give up, pull her into his embrace, he would feel the instant relaxation her body would. Like she was melting into his own body.

This wasn't her. This wasn't Y/N.

Instead of arguing, as now wasn't the best time for it, he placed a kiss on her head and hugged her tightly. Careful to not mess her concentration up as she did her eyeshadow.

"I'll be back in a bit, yeah? Then off to La Rascasse?" he says, his eyes connecting with hers in the mirror.

"Sounds good to me," she agrees, Max pressing one more kiss to her head before leaving the bathroom. He heads towards her hallway to slip on his shoes and grab his keys.

The house becomes silent after he leaves, Y/N feeling weird now that she is on her own. Her music was playing softly in the background of the bathroom, echoing along the walls. Something in her body felt off when Max wasn't there.

Y/N hums to herself as she leans back to look at her eye makeup from a distance, nodding once to herself in satisfaction before moving over to put on her lashes.

As she begins to reach over the counter to grab her lash supplies, her phone began to buzz next to her.

She looks down at the name, only frowning as she reads the name across the screen. She debates with herself on answering. Deciding to slide it over to answer.

Y/N brings up the phone to her ear. "Hello?"

"Y/N, hey."

"Hey Charles, what's going on? You okay?"

"I'm alright, I just needed to make you aware of something," he says slowly, his tone sounding unnerving. "I think it's right to let you know, so you can sort out the options."

She frowns at his words.

"Um, yeah, okay. What does that mean?"

"Have you spoken to Lando?"

Hearing his name was easier than it was a couple of weeks prior. Y/N not freezing as soon as she hears his name off Charles' lips.

"He's been trying to message me. I just don't respond. I don't know if I'm ready for that yet."

She hears him sigh on the other end. She can imagine he is probably running a hand over his face as the breath sounds muffled. "Well, this might be a deal breaker. I think you deserve to know, in case things change between you two."

"Charles, I love you, but please spit it out. I'm not going to break more than I already have."

"Y/N," he starts, as if he is trying to find the words. "He's been seeing Magui again. They left together after the premiere, and then she's been around our group a lot more."

Y/N doesn't really know how to react in that moment. She thought it would break her to hear the news, but she didn't feel her insides churn. She didn't feel like screaming, just felt like her throat went dry.

The girl hadn't even noticed how long it had been until Charles said her name, making her clear her throat and shake her head slightly.

"You okay?" he asks.

She didn't know at that moment. She wasn't exactly peachy, but she wasn't crying on the floor, unable to breathe. Not like she would've been if it were two weeks ago when she heard the news.

"Fine. Yeah, I'm fine. Just don't really know what to say."

"I'm sorry. I just figured you needed to know. Alex and I really thought it would be wrong if you found out by her being seen around the paddock one day," he admits, making her nod with a hum. She began to pinch at her skin not too long after. "I know this is probably a dumb question to ask, but does this mean you guys are over? Like really over?"

Hearing the question in real words made it feel surreal. It made it sound official. Not that they ever really did vocalize it, but deep down, they both had known. She had known she wouldn't have been able to act like it never happened. Like he never said what he did.

"No. I don't think so," she finally says, pinching her thighs as she bites her lip.

Most would've said she was being dramatic or inconsiderate. What they didn't know was that it was way deeper than people knew.

She was never allowed to show her feelings, express them, or talk about them growing up with her grandparents. They absolutely hated it; they always said it would make her look weak.

It wasn't until she had met Max that she realized showing and sharing emotions was not a bad thing to do. It was a good thing. He was the reason she showed more love, more affection, more emotion with others.

Max showed her it was okay to be herself. He was never ashamed of her.

Lando had been skeptical of it at the start, shrugging it off. Always asking her why she was so touchy. Y/N never thought anything of it, never looked more into the way he gave her weird looks when she explained why.

When Max never questioned it. Not once. He embraced it, which to this day still shocks her, as he is not the type of guy who likes showing affection like that. He liked keeping the mysterious and dark persona.

That's why people said she was like the sunshine to him. She never had to hesitate around Max. When he was mad, he never pushed her away.

Always made her feel like she was enough.

Oh fuck.

Charles and she didn't talk for much longer after that, only asking when and where they would be once they got to the club later that evening. Y/N's mind racing as time passed.

It wasn't long before Max was back, the girl hearing him announce his presence when walking through the door.

"Schat, where'd you go?" he asks, Y/N realizing he had walked by the bathroom.

"Bedroom! Trying to put on my dress," she says more to herself as she huffs while trying to zip the side of it up her torso. "Neuken, come on," she mutters to herself, her tongue sticking out as she tries to zip up the side.

Max walks in, chuckling as he watches her struggle. He couldn't help but take in how pretty she looked in that moment.

The dress fit her form perfectly, despite her curses and arguments with the zipper; he thought she was glowing. "Wil je hulp lieverd?" (You want help, dear?) he chuckles at her, earning a knowing look from her.

"What do you think, wijsneus?"

Max puts his hands up in surrender before making his way over to her, bending over slightly to be at the height of her issue.

"Arms up, mooi meisje," he says softly, his head now closer to her own as she finds herself looking at him. She does as she's told, lifting her arms up as his hands smoothly help the zipper glide up her skin.

Goosebumps rose on her skin as he finished, Max keeping his eyes on the zipper in concentration.

"You sure love to stare, don't you?" he jokes, earning an eyeball from her. Max chuckles, hearing her swear at him in Dutch. Max looks down at the ground next to them, seeing her shoes sitting there.

Max goes to bend down, grabbing the heels before turning back towards her, fully kneeling in front of her. She frowns.

"What're you doing?" she asks. "You don't have to help me, I can do it."

Max tuts at her as she tries to grab her heels from him.

"Lemme help," he offers, giving her a look. She shoots one back.

"I don't wanna be-"

"I swear if you say that you don't want to be suffocating one more time, we're going to have bigger issues," his voice more stern and serious in that moment. She doesn't miss the way his eyes had something fiery behind them.

"But Max-"

"Enough."

"Max-"

"Y/N I said enough, liefje."

Y/N nods slowly, knowing better then to test Max's patience, as it was something that wore thing very quickly with him.

He pats his shoulders. "Put your hands here for support," he tells her while leaning down to grab her left foot and place her heel on. Y/N softly places her hands on him, keeping her grip somewhat firm. He began to wrap the straps around her calves, Y/N not missing the way his fingertips softly would come into contact with her skin.

It made it feel different. Weird. It was a feeling she wasn't complaining about, that was for sure.

He sets her leg down, then grabs her other foot to do the same process. Y/N feels herself gulping every so often as she finds herself craving his touch more and more.

She told herself it was because she was touch-starved. She wasn't as touchy anymore as she once was. It was the itch coming back as she tried to hold back from being who she normally was.

Max finishes tying the straps together, his eyes looking up at hers to see her looking down at him with an expression he could read better than she could.

Y/N was aroused. She didn't even know it. He could tell.

So instead of saying some snide comment, he decides to play into it. His eyes never left her own as he brought his lips down to the inside of her thigh by her knee, letting them run featherlight against her skin. He then decided to place a slow and light kiss onto the skin just above the inside of her knee.

He doesn't miss the way her chest moved up and down a bit quicker than normal, Max letting a small smirk form on his lip as he pulled away. He stood up shortly after, placing a hand on her waist as he placed a kiss on her head.

"Let's get going before we hear it from Daniel for being late."

She stood there dumbfounded, unsure of what had just happened. Her body tingling in a way she was not used to feeling. Like she wanted more of not just someone's touch, but Max's touch.

What was happening?

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Once they had arrived, Max didn't hesitate to grab her hand tightly to weave through the buzzing crowds inside the darkened atmosphere.

Y/N kept her distance when they approached the table, only doing small hugs with everyone she greeted. Not wanting to overstep in their space.

It wasn't until Daniel had come up to hug her, frowning when she gave him a shy side-hug. He shook his head. "No, you bring it all in. Come here," he chuckles to her, pulling Y/N in for the biggest bear hug. She felt herself relax as her arms wrapped around his torso, squeezing him back just as much as he did her.

Max kept his gaze on her as he watched her face contort from anxious to content in a matter of seconds.

Once Daniel had broken away from her, she didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around Charles in a tight hug. A Y/N kind of hug. Charles didn't hesitate to wrap her up in his embrace, humming with a laugh.

"There's the Y/N I know," he jokes as he pulls away. "Always sharing love with everyone. How it should be."

He nods at her slowly in understanding, Y/N giving him a sheepish smile.

"Wait, did Charles get a Y/N hug? Move over, it's my turn!" Lewis jokes before cutting in to let Y/N wrap her arms around him tightly.

"I've missed these. It hasn't been the same," he groans. Y/N rolls her eyes.

"Such a drama queen."

Lewis pulls away and looks at her. "I'm serious. Your physical affection is like the entire grid's depression cure. Never change."

Y/N lets his words sink in, nodding at him before going to sit down on one of the couches next to Max. He leaned over to her.

"See? Everyone loves it. Loves you," he mumbles into her ear. "Get that nonsense out of your head. Own who you are," he assures her, pulling back to give her a knowing look. She just stares back at him, his closeness making her heart beat faster.

"I'll try."

"And trying is enough."

She smiles at him before he kisses her temple, turning to start a conversation with Daniel and George. Y/N had ended up talking with Alexandra and Kika for a bit, her mind staying distracted as they conversed.

The night had dragged on, filled with dancing, drinks, trips to the DJ booth and appetizers being ordered to their section.

Y/N had felt relaxed for the first time in days.

She had loosened up enough to go dance with the girls, feeling her throat drying up from the lack of water in her system.

Her hand finds Kika's, squeezing it to get her attention. "I'm going to go get some water, and then step outside," she tells her, watching her friend nod with a smile.

Y/N went and grabbed a water from one of the bartenders, then made her way towards the balcony where a staircase led to the rooftop. She stuck with standing out on the balcony, not wanting everyone to send out a search party if she was gone for too long.

She let herself lean over the balcony, somewhat resting her aching feet in the heels she wore. A sigh left her lips as the wind blew into her face.

"You look gorgeous," a low voice booms behind her, causing her to whip her head around. Her breathing stilled.

Lando stood there with his hands in his pockets, his button-up halfway undone, and a pair of black jeans donning his legs. He had a somewhat nervous and sheepish expression on his face, like he was preparing himself for her to not give him the time of day.

When she said nothing and turned back to the view in front of her, Lando took that as his chance to take the spot next to her.

He leaned over the railing, lacing both of his hands together as his elbows propped him over it slightly. He let out a huff, his eyes searching the view in front of them.

"How have you been?" he asked her, keeping his gaze ahead.

She nods slowly, pursing her lips together. "Good."

Lando hums with a nod. "That's good."

"What do you want, Lando?" she asks softly, her tone sounding defeated as she begins to pinch at her skin. He lets his head fall to look at his hands.

"I want to say I'm sorry," he starts, hearing her scoff. "I know it's late, first off, and that you don't want to give me the time of day, second off. I just couldn't keep it contained any longer."

"Is that it?"

"No," he sighs. "I regret what I said. Every single day since then. You're not anything I said. You're the complete opposite."

She looks at him, seeing his jaw clench and unclench before he turns his head to look at her. "You're loving. You're caring. You give love to everyone around you because that's just who you are. You're a giver."

Her gaze was blank, but he could tell she was preventing herself from lighting him up. Because she was better than that. Even though they both knew he deserved it. "I was angry and mad and upset about how the race ended for me. I took it out on you, and that's not okay. I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry," he says, his tone uneven and cracking every so often as he turns his whole body towards hers.

Y/N crosses her arms, feeling her guard slip lightly. Then the reminder of the phone call with Charles earlier echoes in her brain. She looks down at the ground for a moment. She then looks back up at him.

"Thank you. For apologizing," she starts, her voice like silk. Lando feeling his body physically relaxing. "But you chose to wrap yourself around Magui for the time being."

Lando felt his face falter, his stomach drop to his ass. He frowns. "How-how did you-"

"Charles thought I should be aware. In case things would have changed between us," she admits. "I get that you were feeling a lot of guilt and regret. But seeing her after what she's done to you showed me something else in you. I can't trust that."

Lando nods at her words, letting his head fall to look at his feet.

"I do care about you Lando. I always will, that'll never change," she assures him. "But I need someone who won't make me question my worth when things get tough. Or say things in the heat of the moment that cause breaks like these."

He nods. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I hope you know that."

She nods, giving him a shy and sad smile. "I know that now. But you can't turn back time."

"I know," he agrees. "Can I at least hug you? It's been killing me."

Y/N stops herself from chuckling at his words, nodding slowly. Lando doesn't waste another second slithering his arms around her waist to pull her into his embrace. She wraps her arms around his neck, the affection feeling different between them now. More platonic than romantic. "I hope she treats you better this time," Y/N admits as they pulled away.

He shrugs. "Seems like she's changed. I don't want to take any risks yet."

The pair soon makes their way back inside, Y/N looking around for a familiar Dutch driver. She somewhat feels her body react before her emotions, stopping in her tracks.

He was across the bar, talking and chatting closely with his ex girlfriend, whom was getting closer than Y/N liked to admit.

She didn't understand why it was making her insides churn. Why she was glaring at the two long enough to make Lando chuckle at her expression.

"I wouldn't stress about that," Lando says, making her snap out of her daze and frown at him.

"What do you mean? Worry about what?"

Lando laughs harder at her dumbfounded state. He motions towards Max and Kelly. "That. The pair you're basically digging graves for with your eyes."

Y/N shook her head in confusion. "I don't know what that's supposed to mean."

Lando can see the genuine confusion in her eyes, the Brit realizing she hasn't come to her senses yet. He knew Max would probably kill him when he found out the next thing he let slip before he could control it.

"Max is so in love with you," he admits, making them both widen their eyes. Lando for being shocked that he just said that, Y/N for hearing the words that left his mouth.

"I- He- What?" she sputters, Lando groaning as he runs a hand through his hair.

"Well fuck," Lando chuckles to himself nervously. He then sighs in defeat. "No going back now. But yeah, Max loves you. Always has."

Y/N shook her head. "No. No way. Good joke," she chuckles before walking back towards their section of the room. Lando followed after her as she marched her way towards Daniel and Lewis.

The pair smiled warmly at her, then they frowned, seeing the determination and shock on her face.

"You alright?" Daniel asks once she gets to them.

"Is it true?" she asks, the boys looking at her confused.

It wasn't long until Lando came up behind her, a somewhat anxious look on his face. Lewis scowls at him. "What did you say to her?" he whips, making her put her hands up in defense.

"He didn't mean to, don't yell at him," she defends, not missing the way shock is all over their faces. "Although he might need help escaping after Max finds out."

"Okay, seriously, what did you tell her? Max already has a target on your head," Daniel groans while rubbing a hand over his face.

"Max is in love with me?"

Lewis choked on his drink, Daniel choked on air, and Lando rubbed the back of his neck. The two older boys look at Lando. "I'd get a head start on running if I were you," Lewis says, Lando letting out a groan.

"So it's true?" Y/N asks, her tone softer as she crossed her arms.

They look back down at her before Lewis sighs with a nod. "Yeah, it's true."

Y/N didn't know what to think, or much less what to do in that moment.

A part of her was confused, while a bigger part of her felt something different. Almost as if it were relief. Like hearing those words brought her entire body into a calmer realm.

"I think you made her short-circuit," Daniel says as he leans over to Lewis. Y/N gives them a look. She then turns to Lando, putting a hand on his arm.

"They're right," she says with a nod. "You're gonna want to get a headstart on running right now."

"Y/N!" Lando groans while running both hands through his hair.

"I'm sorry! It's true!"

"She's right, mate. Espcially after he almost bashed your head into the wall at the dinner last week-"

"He did what?!" She snaps, the boys all flinching at her tone, the dutch accent coming out more evidently in that moment.

"To be fair he deserved it after everything that happened on race day," Lewis says while pointing at Lando, whom agrees shockingly enough.

"Besides the point," Daniel cuts in. "What're you thinking? What's happening in that brain of yours?"

She shook her head. "Everything. Nothing. I don't even know," she sputters out, rubbing her forehead. Her head snaps over to Max, whom was still happily talking and laughing with Kelly.

Before she realized it, her insides began to churn again, eyes squinting harshly their way.

"Wow, jealous much?" Lewis jokes, making her smack his arm.

"I don't get jealous."

"You do," Lando admits. "You are right now."

She glares at him. "Shouldn't you be halfway across Europe by now?"

His face fell at her words, and Daniel and Lewis both snickered at her words. He rolled his eyes a second later, putting a hand on her torso and squeezing it lightly.

She sees Kelly's hand reach up to caress his shoulder, which made the boys all mumble out 'uh-oh's. Y/N decides to fully turn her body towards their direction, crossing her arms while keeping her stare directly on them.

"Are you gonna glare them to death?" Daniel jokes, Lewis and Lando immediately catching onto what she was doing.

"Just wait for it," Lando trails off.

A few moments later, Max chuckled at something Kelly said. He turned his head towards their section while his eyes searched, then immediately froze when he caught Y/N staring.

It was a look he knew all too well.

"You Dutch women are scary," Daniel chuckles while shaking his head. "How does he sense that?"

Lewis chuckles. "It's the face everyone fears on the grid. You just sense it before you know she's there. It's scary being on the receiving side of her stare."

Max's entire face fell, shame contorting into an ashamed expression. His expression soon hardened, then darkened fully when he caught Lando standing next to her. He was standing way too close for his liking.

What made Max drop everything he was doing, Kelly not even existing in his mind anymore, or in front of him for that matter, was seeing Lando's hand on her waist.

Max didn't even acknowledge Kelly after that moment, just leaving her mid-sentence as he made his way to the group.

Y/N stood her ground, not flinching as he got closer.

"Why're you near her?" Max's voice boomed as he got closer to Lando, but he almost tripped over his own feet when she stepped in front of Lando. His entire demeanor softens, but then goes to complete embarrassment as he meets her glare.

"He and I are fine. We sorted it out. Don't start," she explains. Max was about to argue with her. Until she raised her brows, as if saying, 'try me'. He huffs, not hesitating to nod at her words.

He then glares back at Lando. "You're still in deep shit with me," he points out, Lando pursing his lip with a nod.

"He's about to be in deeper shit," Daniel mumbles with a snort, Lewis smacking his arm hard. Max frowns as Y/N gives Daniel the same scary look.

"Not funny. Sorry."

"What's he mean?" Max asks.

"Doesn't matter," she rejects, shaking her head. "What were you and-"

"Don't change the subject, what're they talking about? What did Lando do?" he argues back.

Y/N shook her head. "We're not doing this here."

Max turns his gaze back to Lando, hardening as he looks. Lando leaned to Y/N before squeezing her side. "That's my cue," he says. "Good luck."

With that, Lando's pace quickens as he leaves the space while Y/N lets out an internal groan at Max. "Do you always have to go Mad Max on people?"

"When it comes to you, yes," he says with no hesitation in his tone. "Now what are those two talking about?"

She looks over at Daniel and Lewis for help, the two boys putting their hands up in defense. "I'm gonna go find Charles," Lewis says before leaving.

"I'm gonna get another drink," Daniel says, leaving shortly after Lewis.

She lets her mouth drop in awe, muttering a 'klootzakken' as she watches them leave.

Her gaze turned back up to Max, who stood towering over her. His look hard and only focused on her. She now very aware of how close he was.

"Let's go then, shall we?" he says, running his tongue over his bottom lip.

"Fine."

It wasn't long until they were outside of the venue, Max helping her into his car before shutting the door behind her and making his way over to his side.

The first few minutes in the car were silent, Max's jaw clenching as Y/N kept pinching at her wrists.

It didn't take an ounce of hesitation for Max to reach over with his free hand and lace it with hers. "Pinch it," he tells her, Y/N looking at him for a second before sighing.

"Why were you with her?" she asks softly, Max taking note of how defeated she sounded.

He didn't hesitate to answer. "She was telling me about P. How she was doing," he explains. "Then she told me how much her and P missed having me around."

That made her scoff. "Yeah, she misses using you for her advantage," she says more to herself, but loud enough for him to hear.

He smacks her thigh. "No need to be jealous, schat. Enough of that."

"I'm not jealous. Why does everyone think I'm jealous?" She groans, Max trying to hide the amused and smug smile on his face.

"Because you are. Your telltale signs aren't very discreet, honing."

"Because I'm not jealous," she scoffs, keeping her gaze out the window.

"So if I went home with her, you wouldn't have been upset with me?" he tests, making her movements on his hand stop. Max chuckles lightly to himself as he squeezes her hand.

"Exactly."

"Whatever."

Max frowns at her tone, turning to look at her for a second. "Hey, no. Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Shut down," he says before looking back at the road. "I would never go home with her. She's not the one I want. She never was."

Y/N stays quiet, knowing she couldn't trust her emotions. Everything heightening as every moment passed.

It was quiet for another moment, before Max spoke up once more.

"So are you going to tell me what they were all talking about earlier?" he trails off.

"I don't think you're gonna want to hear that. Trust me," she chuckles while shaking her head.

"Try me, honing."

She huffs. "If I tell you, then you can't kill any of them. Not even Lando."

Y/N didn't miss the way his jaw clenched and eyes hardened at Lando's name, only nodding after. "You have my word."

She looks at him, her fingers playing with his hand once more.

"Are you in love with me?"

Her body is jolted forward in a harsh move, due to Max slamming on the brakes for a split second at her words. The tires are heard screeching as the car comes to a halt.

Y/N looks behind them, checking to make sure he didn't just accidentally brake-check someone. Taking the clear sign of no car honking behind him as the first hint, then seeing nobody was behind them for blocks.

She then whips her head over to Max, whose eyes are now wide with shock, one hand gripping the steering wheel while the other is now clutching onto her waist for safety.

"So I'm guessing by the reaction you just had that it's true," she says slowly, watching his face contort into all sorts of emotions.

He stayed silent, Y/N seeing his Adam's apple bob a few times before he began to accelerate the car once again. "Max," she says. He stays silent still. "Max Emilian."

"You weren't supposed to find out. Not like this at least."

She frowns at his words. "Elaborate, please? When was I gonna find out?"

She watched as he pursed his lips before biting them every so often.

"Max if you don't start talking-"

"I didn't want you to find out. Not with everything fresh with Lando," he admits, shaking his head as he pulls the car into the apartment garage. "I didn't want you thinking I was taking advantage of you when I just wanted to be there, just as much as you are with me."

Her face softened, seeing that it really was making him feel guilty. Seeing that she had to find out amid everything she had been dealing with for the last few weeks.

Before she can ask him anything further, he puts the car in park and whips his door open before closing it with a slam.

She doesn't miss the way he still makes his way around the car to her side, opening her door softly as he helps her out. She could tell he was ready to murder the boys, but he kept his composure around her.

They walked up to her apartment quietly, the tension rising as they got closer to her door. Y/N practically being able to feel Max's frustration radiate off his skin. She unlocked her door, walking inside as he followed shortly after.

He shuts the door behind him before huffing, his eyes looking to see Y/N standing there with her arms crossed. Her expression basically begging for answers.

Max rubs his forehead. "I'm not getting out of this am I?"

"Begin niet, Max." (Don't start, Max.)

He could tell by her tone that this wasn't the time to joke.

The man lets out a sigh, letting his eyes gaze into her own across the room. "Yes," he chokes out. "I'm in love with you. So in love that it hurts my chest."

Y/N lets her stance somewhat falter, her arms uncrossing. "Oh Max," she softly answers, seeing the pain in his eyes. Like he felt guilty for telling her.

"I have since the day you stood up for me at the Go-kart championship with my dad," he chuckles dryly to himself. "It was that day I told myself this girl has some spark in her. Playing with fire with no remorse. She's it for me," he half-heartedly jokes, but meaning every word. "I'm in love with you to the point where all I care about seeing is you happy. Even if that's not with me."

Her brows furrow. "What?"

He shrugs in defeat. "When Lando came to me after your first date with him, I could tell he was good for you. Same with you for him. Yeah it hurt like a fucking scooter to the ankle, but you were happy. That's what I cared about," he explains. "So if you two decide to fix things, and it makes you happy, then I'll be okay with that. I'll still probably give him a run for his money every so often, but if that's what you want."

Y/N was about to speak up, but then he says one more thing to her.

"I didn't want you to think I'm taking advantage of you. Of stealing you away after what you went through. I'm better than that, but I didn't like seeing you not be yourself. I hated it and hated him for that. I wanted to be there giving you the support and tough love you needed to heal and make the right decision," he admits once more. "So if he's still it for you, then I'll live with that. He just better not ruin his chances again."

Y/N stays silent for a moment, just in case he had anything further to say, soon seeing he was finished. She kept her arms crossed.

"You know, I have been fighting with myself all week. About going back to Lando. Working things out," she starts. Max feels his heart beat faster every second that passes. "But then there were small things I noticed. From not just these past few weeks, but the last decade. Little things you've done, no questions asked."

He just keeps his gaze on her. "When I was on the phone with Charles today, I came to the realization of why I've always been picky with my relationships," she says, laughing dryly to herself. "Because they weren't you."

Max feels his mouth open just slightly, as if giving him the lightest breath of fresh air from her words.

"Liefje." (Darling)

She nods, more to herself as if confirming it to her mind. She had feelings for Max. She wanted Max.

"I can't promise to jump into things right now," she adds. "But it doesn't mean I'm not willing to try seeing where this goes with you. I really want to. More than I think I can admit."

Max smiles are her softly. "I can work with slow."

She smiles at him as he advances towards her. He cautiously wraps his arms around her waist, watching her soften into his touch instead of freezing or jolting at it.

It was a work in progress.

"Can I at least kiss you? Or is that too fast?"

"Kus me maar, jij zachtaardige reus." (Kiss me, you gentle giant) she chuckles, watching his smile grow slowly as he leans in.

He didn't waste a second longer

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She's a long one, but she is here! I hope you all enjoyed!

I may or may not have an alternate ending for Lando in the works?? What do we think??

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[batsandbirdbrains]

do you ever think about how a lot of the stuff that people make fun of dick for is the stuff that ties him to his parents??? his name. his robin suit. discowing. like i need a scenario or fic or something where someone in the batfam says something about how dick has no shame or something because he never listens to anyone about his taste in fashion or something like thus. like they’re just going on and on about how dick needs to listen to other or get second opinions when he makes his costumes. they’re talking about how it’s so weird that so many people have dick time and time again how bad his costumes look and yet dick acts like the criticism doesn’t exist. and maybe dick blows up at them, maybe he explains it to them patiently, or maybe he just ignores them. but it’s hard for dick to hear the constant criticism whenever he tries to connect to his parents. in fact, the only thing that keeps him moving past the criticism is the fact that his costumes are a connection to his parents, and how could that be bad?? how could he ever look at his suits with anything other than love??

rahhhh i just see so many people on his suits and it makes me sad sometimes cuz like bro it’s for his PARENTS. they’re not even bad suits ☹️. let the man have a little pizazz as he honors the dead.

Well I didn’t rly before but now I am and I’m SAD ABOUT IT

I think people shitting on the Discowing suit would upset him the most. But instead of showing how sad it makes him, he only outwardly shows rage. He gets pissed, he shouts, he tells anyone who’s making fun of it that they just have terrible taste in fashion and they don’t see his vision.

Then maybe someone catches a glimpse of some of the Flying Graysons memorabilia Dick or Bruce have. And there’s a picture of John Grayson mid-flight. And the costume he’s wearing eerily similar to the Discowing costume they were just giving Dick shit about.

Then they see other photos, other promotional posters, maybe even a video or two. And the costumes are bright, colorful. The last costume they all wore as a family is reminiscent of the early days Robin costume.

And they just feel like shit. And when they try to apologize to Dick for it, he just blows up again and tells them the apology means nothing and they’re only saying it now because they pity him. And he storms out.

Maybe the only one who actually gets it is Bruce, because he always knew where Dick’s inspiration came from. He’s the only one who never gave Dick a hard time for the designs themselves, but just wanted him to have more armor or coverage or camouflage. He never once made Dick feel bad about basing the designs on his family’s costumes, never even insinuated it.

[pawthorn]

Imagine you’re at a favorite local restaurant with friends. That restaurant has a sharable called Sour Beer Fries.

Now, you ordered Sour Beer Fries with these same friends a month ago. You got a bowl of thick, skin-on potato wedges, deeply brown and crisped with a grainy, sour mustard sauce in the bowl to go with them.

You all really enjoyed them, so you order them again.

But recently the menu changed. The Sour Beer Fries are now shoestring fries, pale gold, with a smooth mustard aioli.

So you and your friends chat as you eat. You compare the new fries with the old ones. The fry on the new ones is anemic- they’re kind of soft, especially in the sauce. It’s hard to eat them without a fork, and they just don’t have the same satisfying contrast of texture heartiness as the old fries.

As you chat, someone from a nearby table gets up and sits with you.

“The new fries better,” they say. “The old dark fries were drier and more bitter, and the shoestring fries are more fun to eat.”

“Okay,” you say.

“So you like them better now that I’ve explained it, right?”

“No, I still think they aren’t as good.”

“Well you’re eating the fries. You wouldn’t eat them if you didn’t actually like them.”

“They’re fine, but I think the old ones were more flavorful and appealing in quite a few ways.”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t eat at this restaurant if you don’t like it.”

“No, we just won’t order the fries next time.”

“Well, you shouldn’t say mean things about the food. The cooks could hear you.”

“I think that’s pretty unlikely, we were just talking at our table. And even so, someone who cooks for a living is probably used to not everyone liking everything they cook.”

“Well, I like the fries, and you saying they’re bad makes me feel bad.”

“I didn’t say they were bad, I think they aren’t as unique and well composed as the old ones.”

“Why do you have to keep talking about them if you don’t even like them?”

“You came to our table and interrupted our conversation to talk about them, that’s the reason I’m talking to you about them. Please leave.”

“Fine, but this is a farm-to-table restaurant. Those are locally sourced potatoes you’re bad-mouthing. Think about that.”

They leave, and you carry on having a nice dinner with your friends, ignoring the loud comments they keep making about ‘potato haters’ and their over-exaggerated exclamations about how great their fries are. You enjoy your main and dessert without issue, split the check, tip generously, and start to leave.

Out of curiosity, you glance at the person who defended the fries so staunchly. You’re surprised to see that they aren’t actually eating the Sour Beer Fries.

Instead, on their plate is a baked potato with ketchup. It seems like they brought from home.

You wave them farewell and move on with your life.

You still miss the old Sour Beer Fries.

…

(This is about fandom.)

(But also the Sour Beer Fries thing is very real and I miss them a lot.)

[alarrylarrie]

Harry, Louis, and the Great Push-Pull Dynamic:

Okay I know a lot of you are super new and apparently me being here since 2014 makes me older than dust which is FINE. But I want to take a quick sec to explain a dynamic that you are going to see time and time again from these two silly gooses that I love so much. When I say “patterns be patterning” I bloody well mean it.

Every time, every SINGLE time in the almost 11 years I’ve been here- if there is Larrying afoot, then there is also stunting afoot. You will very very very often also notice that both of these things happen around certain events. Promo for albums or projects, most especially. (And yes, Larrying IS used for promo. It’s a fact. I don’t like that fact, but it is a fact.)

So when it feels like Harry and Louis are WILDING out, (aka the push) there is always a stunt thing that will happen (aka the pull). We don’t have to like it, but we *also* don’t have to brace or panic for it, we just have to know it’s gonna happen. Shoes will drop, etc etc.

The best possible advice I can give y’all is this: enjoy the fun stuff, and don’t sweat the other stuff. Please also try and remember this isn’t your life and these aren’t your choices to make, okay? So just grab some popcorn and get comfy.

[yourtoradorasextendedwarranty]

Pretty much yeah. Are there men out there who are frat boy types who literally get their jollies by making fun of people and being stupid? Yes. As a general however most men I know are always eager to teach other people the things that they know because they want to. But at some point in time shit like that got labeled toxic masculinity. Which is honestly infuriating, because men trying to explain things should not be considered toxic.

And when someone shows genuine confusion, or what a guy perceives as genuine confusion about something a guy would like to explain it in a way that it makes sense. It's not because he thinks less of you, it's not because he's trying to be condescending. It's not because he thinks you're stupid. Men generally are taught to be good to other men. And to help those in need. My friends specifically who grew up loving football and in the south might have called that kid names. But they also would have ran up to him but their armor on his shoulder and been like, "all right kid we're going to teach you how to play ball". Men and boys have a tendency to insult each other as a means of showing respect to one another A lot of the time. Not because they're actually trying to be assholes. But because being able to poke and prod another guy without him losing his shit is proof that you and them are on the same page.

I think this post says more about how little inkskinned - and tens of thousands of people, apparently - know about men than it does about men.

[sacrificiallane]

﹙ 𝒮tealing girlfriends 𓂃 PERCY JACKSON

about mortal!reader finally meets Anni ♡ & Percy gets huffy

When Annabeth had asked him to finally meet you ― after a whole summer of him mentioning your name at any given situation ... ( which went a little something like : 'reader loves this color!' and 'reader would say...' and not to forget 'if reader were here...' ) ― Percy was yet not terrified. However, Percy did become terrified when Leo Valdez ( out of nowhere !!) mentioned to never ever have your girlfriend meet your best girl friend.

When the son of Poseidon had cluelessly asked 'why', he was almost in for a smacking! Because how could he not know why.

Obviously ― or so Leo Valdez explained ― you ( his sweet mortal girl ) would mistake Annabeth ( his witty best friend ) as someone to look out for! And ... maybe his description frightened Percy just a little bit ... not that he would ever admit it! No, he had just rolled his eyes at the dramatics, and ― in clear spite of Leo's 'warning' ― promised Annabeth to speak to you and arrange something.

And now ... well, now he just felt like an idiot for worrying about you at all! In fact, he should've been worried about other things instead. Like... loosing his girlfriend to his best friend !! (He was really just being dramatic ...)

Giggles were filling the surrounding air, and Percy watched with a large frown when Annabeth laughed at the cute little noises. Your cute little noises! His mood only dampened when the blonde reached for your hand again, tugging you along like you've known each other for a lifetime! It was maddening to the demigod, and he grumbled to himself. Who would've even guessed that a mortal girl ― his mortal girl! ― would fall so easily into a routine with ... Annabeth Chase! Not him, to be honest.

He's already seen you timid, quiet ... maybe even a little uncomfortable. I mean, Annabeth could be a lot! Especially when she nerded out. Percy had even warned you in advance that Anni liked to talk a lot. About structures, and anything Greek, and that it was totally okay if you didn't like anything like that! But now, it almost felt silly..., because you were doing great! Amazing even. Much better than himself ...

"Can i please have my girlfriend back ?" His tone was pouty ... and so unlike him! Percy hardly ever got jealous, ever! Because... well, you never even looked at anyone but him. But, here you were, seemingly having more fun with his best friend, than himself! The son of Poseidon was just trailing behind you both at this point, feeling like he was the third wheel (He was just being dramatic again)

The blonde girl only rolled her eyes, fingers laced with yours as she tugged a still laughing you along by your hand. "You have her all the time."

Percy gasped in offense! Eyes only narrowing further when you didn't seem the slightest concerned about so clearly abandoning him. In fact, you looked like you were having the time of your life! He pouted again. "Well, duh! She's my girlfriend. Get your own !" He knew it was very unreasonable to get jealous! But he even said please :( His hand already felt cold... his heart yearned for you !!

"You can hold my other hand, Percy," You were all smiley, left-hand making grabbing motions at him when Annabeth further dragged you down another hall of the museum. Half of the time you didn't even know what she was saying ... but you listened with a smile, genuinely interested in what she had to say, and maybe that's just why his best friend already felt so utterly comfortable with you. (Not that he really, truthfully minded any of this. Anni seemed so happy here ... getting to play normal girl with normal friends)

Before he could even attempt to reach for your outstretched hand, Annabeth made a little detour, squealing in delight at something and practically yanking you with her. Percy only groaned, reluctantly following the both of you down the hall.

Annabeth couldn't get into detail about ... a lot of things, actually (which he knew she hated!) You weren't yet aware of his, uh ... 'other life'. As far as your knowledge went, Percy Jackson went to summer camp every other summer, and that's how he met Annabeth. Both hated using phones ..., which, fair enough, you didn't really question. You thought she was quite smart, and Percy easily agreed (making Anni avert her gaze with a slight embarrassed blush spreading over her face).

You weren't dumb, either, and Percy knew that ... at least a little later, you must've noticed 'strange' things. Like, Annabeth easily reading off a Greek pamphlet, or making fun of 'inaccurate' paintings of the gods. But if you did notice, you didn't comment on it. And so the day slowly came to an end...

Annabeth promised to visit you next time. She even gave you her phone number, saying she would make an 'exception' and definitely reach out to you. You hugged each other and only let go when your boyfriend practically pulled you two apart, huffing about finally getting some much-needed attention now that you were going home. (Jokes aside, Percy was so glad that his best friend got along well with his girlfriend. He wasn't sure what would've happened if you didn't stand each other...)

During the bus ride home, he didn't let go of your hand ♡ Not even when you made it through his door and ended your day comfortably spooning underneath his blanket. At your question why Annabeth seemed so invested in Greek Mythology, Percy merely shrugged. Your fingers drew patterns against his arm, and he only squeezed you tighter. He knew that some day he would have to tell you about this crazy life of his ... but for now, he'd be content with just holding you.

𓂃 🖊 more .

[rupeenotruby]

I view og Link and Hyrule and separate characters despite the fact that they are technically the same character. Because of this I have certain headcanons for them that don't transfer over, and I thought it would be fun to talk about them! When interacting with LU I try to keep headcanons as close to the comic as possible, especially when it comes to Hyrule as this makes it more fun for me. Therefore, you will see a lot of the reasoning for headcanons being pretty much "it's like that in the comic."

For whatever reason, Link is depicted with his sword on his hip instead of his back like most other Links.

(There is also a post card with AoL Link on it riding a motorcycle that has him have his sword on his hip (I couldn't find it). Less canon than the manual to me but still interesting.). In LU however Hyrule puts his sword on his back like everyone else!

In both TLoz and AoL Link technically holds his sword in both hands as they flip the sprite instead of drawing a new one depending on which way Link is facing so that his sword hand is always closest to the screen.

(All sprites in this were ripped by Mister Mike)

And I KNOW!!! it is most likely due to hardware limitations but if the Tp Link gets to be headcanoned as ambidextrous because his entire game was flipped so can this Link!!! This isn't really something I see get acknowledge much by the fandom (in fact I've only seen it mentioned TWICE) and it isn't mentioned in LU. I like left-handed Link so even though he is ambidextrous he still mostly uses his sword in his left hand.

Link isn't that short!!!! ... at least in his Hyrule. Observe:

So, I put him at an averageish height. Honestly it doesn't matter what his actual height is since this is a fantasy world but whatever it is he is slightly above average. Hyrule however? He isn't that tall in a group of Links so he is definitely below average in height 😭 I would say in real world terms Link is around 5'9 and Hyrule is around 5'5.

There are three ways to approach Link's fairy form.

He shrinks and grows wings

He turns into a little creature (which is someone's fanmade fairy design)

Or he looks like one of the fairies in his game

I see the most of the first one and even if it isn't how it looks in game it's popularity makes sense. I prefer the third option (if you couldn't tell) cause I think it's fun and closest to canon (I suppose if you wanted to be 100% canon you would give him a total make over x). I base it on a combo of the manual and the game. I've heard along the grapevine Hyrule's fairy form goes the first route and has dragonfly wings which I think is a good fit in terms of bug wings. Also I want antennae!

(My designs for the Zeldas aren't final shhhhh) I don't really ship much but I can see Link and Princess Zelda getting married for political reasons (there's the whole "great king" thing and having two princesses which could create some succession issues and I think Link getting married would just clear things up and look good to the people of Hyrule. I think he would marry the first Zelda he meets because I've always seen her as the more leader type and politically oriented of the two). That being said I don't think Link would actually be attracted to either Zelda. Or anyone. This isn't really based on anything except for the fact that I said so lol.

Now Hyrule has a bit more explaining. I keep the political/platonic marriage to Dawn but the zelink of choice for him is with Aurora because when I was first reading LU I thought it was being set up in a way that put all the Links with their "primary" non-Zelda love interests except for Sky. So Time with Malon, Legend with Marin, Twilight with Midna and Wild with Mipha (don't ask about the other three I did not think about them all that often) and all of those are redheads.... so since I headcanon Aurora with the red hair I thought Hyrule would be shipped with her. I've later found out this isn't the case and that some Links are going to end up with their Zeldas but xD I don't really care ships don't matter that much in LU anyways and honestly I don't even know if Jojo considers the Zeldas to be separate people. Also why don't I just have the marriage be between Hyrule and Aurora? Ehhhh. Errrrm.. I really like platonic marriages.

This is a pretty common headcanon and it is based on two lines from the first manual and the second manual. In the first manual it established that Link was a traveler (hence the nickname in LU). "During his travels he had come across Impa and Ganon's henchmen." In the second it says "Link remained in the little kingdom of Hyrule and lent his hand to its restoration." Which implies that either Link was planning to leave Hyrule (and thus could be from Hyrule) or had traveled to Hyrule (and thus wasn't from Hyrule).

I choose to see it as that he isn't from Hyrule. I also think it is fun to have the "Hero of Hyrule" not be from Hyrule. A lot of people go with Calatia (which is canon to the comics and I don't consider the comics to be canon) and I go with that too because honestly it doesn't really matter where he came from, just that it isn't Hyrule.

Technically Link is always touching the Magical Sword in AoL so I've always pictured it as a magic wand of sorts for his magic making it stronger and more focused hence why he doesn't start all this fancy magic until after he gets the sword. Link can use magic without it it's just not as good (like the sword beams). I just think it is a little odd that the "Magic Sword" doesn't seem to do anything special. Obviously this doesn't apply to Hyrule as he heals Twilight without the sword.

Some people get this wrong but in AoL it states that "One day, a strange mark, exactly like the crest of the kingdom, appeared on the back of Link's hand as he approached his 16th birthday." And I think it's pretty likely that he set out right after hearing the Legend of Zelda from Impa and celebrated his birthday on the road. So, I think it would be funny he got whisked away to the LU adventure right before his 18th birthday and just never mentioned it.

That's all! Obviously, I have more headcanons but they can be applied to both Link and Hyrule to varying degrees. I first played AoL four years ago now (six years ago for TLoZ) and found LU a little while after AoL. In the beginning my view of Link and Hyrule were pretty cloudy but as time has gone on they have solidified into different characters in my mind that would do slightly different things. That being said the LU fandom has been an awesome source of headcanons and perspectives on Link.

One of the headcanons that I know for certain that has come from the LU fandom is the fact that Link can's swim. Which yeah! Isn't it weird that he uses all sorts of ways to traverse water but none of them involve getting in the water? Or that a way to insta die in AoL is falling in lava or water? Maybe I would have come to that conclusion on my own or maybe not but who cares about the "maybes."

There are a lot of things the fandom does in regard to Hyrule that I disagree with but find interesting, or dislike, or hate, or things I agree with and love! But no matter what it has made me see a game that means so much to me in so many different ways. And isn't that the point of being in a fandom?

[laterreurofficial]

I have two quick questions if you don't mind.

Why did you decide to make Marc a boxer and not a writer?

Is Marc X Nathaniel still happening or are you doing something different?

He's both! We just decided to switch his signature sport from football to boxing because if he had been a football player in lycée he would be attending a specialized school for that, which FDP is not.

Anyway, yes, him and Nath still date, we've just changed it so that Marc is a year older as opposed to younger to that, again, they're all in the same school. The miracuclass is in Year 1 of Lycée (15-16) and Marc is in Year 2 (16-17).

Siluri also explains it here, but boxing is also a fun choice because it's a chicken-like sport. Cockfighting exists, and a lot of lighter boxing weights have references to birds (flyweight, featherweight, bantamweight as bantam is a type of chicken etc). Plus we're not constrained by the same TV-Y7 limits of the show so we can have characters do things that are a little bloodier, haha

[asiatic-apple]

Ohhhh I have been waiting for this one 😏 I'm just sad I wasn't here when you posted it!! But I'm here now, and boy do I have a lot to say about this magnificent sequel

In my usual rambling style, I'm gonna throw half the damn fic back at you because there was just soooo much goodness

First of all, the very first paragraph's double entendres had me chuckling and blushing and squealing HEHEE I love how you wrote that—and THIS:

It was understandable. You’d only wanted Caleb on top of you, too.

I also love how you started this off explaining why she said no to being his gf right away. I think that made it so much more realistic to me. But omgg the way you wrote this part as well:

He understood your concerns, even if he wished you would’ve told him yes and let him fuck you in celebration. Granted, he still did, but it was with determination—to show you that there was no such thing as a fluke when it came to how he felt about you.

I clenched, not even gonna lie

OH AND THEM FUCKING ALL OVER THE HOUSE, YES LORDDDDD I loved that detail

Okay and then their little date night was so damn cute, I adored the way you described how much fun their were having—and the use of musical metaphors throughout (they were singing together on the dance floor but then making music in the car 👀 plus caleb saying they've always been in tune GAHH I loved that)

And omggg the way they both gave Maycee a piece of their mind?!? YESS READER, SHOW HER WHO HE REALLY BELONGS TO

“I know your mother raised you to have some respect, Maycee,” Caleb replied sharply, not bothering to look at her.

HEHE WHY IS CALEB TELLING HER OFF SO HOT TO MEEE

And this part had me so proud of our girl (but also horny af):

“I want you to make sure you sit with the fact that every time he got hard, it’s because he thought of me. Even when he was inside of you.”

Man, I don't even remember what else I had to say about this amazing fic. I'm sorry for regurgitating the whole thing back at you LMAOOO but goddamn, it was so good 😩

Note: Please —Click Here— to read part one if you’d like! I’m finally getting around to giving them a second part, omg. I hope I did it justice. Enjoy, my beautiful baes!

Warning: A woman picks a fight with you over Caleb (she’s not a real threat, dw), you get really possessive over him, car sex, use of ‘angel’ for a nickname

Word Count: 4K

Summary: A night out quickly takes a different turn.

Cowboy!Caleb/PossessiveReader

“C’mon, angel. You got it. Push your thighs in tighter,” Caleb instructs you. “Harder. Good, like that, like I taught you.”

You bite your lip, uncertainty coiling through you as you feel the back and forth motion in your hips. You’ve been at this for what is definitely far too long, but with Caleb, you didn’t mind the time it took. Choosing not to be patient wouldn’t get you anywhere, not when you wanted to succeed so badly.

“I—I’m gonna fall again!” you squeak, your nerves calming just barely when he holds you by your hip, silently reassuring you as Applebottom begins to strut along the even terrain of the rich green grass.

“She can sense your nervousness. That’s why she’s so ready to throw you off,” he chuckles, remaining beside you before patting on the large horse’s side with three quick loving taps. “Confidence is key, alright? Show her who’s the boss.”

“You’re her boss!” you yelp right before she trots in place, her hooves pounding into the ground unforgivingly with whine-like neighing to follow. The typically sweet animal did this every time she wanted to set her boundaries and make it known that she did not want whoever was on her back.

It was understandable. You’d only wanted Caleb on top of you, too.

It’s been a few days since you’ve been staying with him on his parents’ ranch, simply because you wanted to, you could, and he offered—no, he begged you to come over. With your dad being able to take on farm work again without needing help, you told lied to him about how you’d be staying over at a friend’s house for a much deserved break.

He still doesn’t know that the man he strictly told you to keep out, was in your room the morning they returned. You had to explain to Caleb later why you frantically pulled him from your bed and threw his sweatpants at him like you were a teenager sneaking a boy out.

You were able to get away with it because not only is the guest room thankfully on the second floor, but momma called your phone and said they needed you both to come down and help haul their stuff and the hand-me-down farm clothes Grams surprisingly let them take, upstairs.

That was about a month ago and a complete win in your book, despite the near heart attack at first. And now, after the time it took for you to have this privacy, you’ve been delightfully basking in the presence of your beloved cowboy.

Since Caleb’s workaholic mother and father tended to be so busy with other business ventures, they were often out of town a lot and this week was one of those instances you both were more than willing to take advantage of.

It was safe to say that you two have been going at it like you were making up for lost time. From sex in his room, to the shower, and even with you bent over the kitchen counter that you ended up scrubbing with bleach because you felt awful about it post orgasm, Caleb has had you folded up in too many ways to count.

He even asked you to be his girlfriend, to which you declined.

Yes, he had your heart, he’s had and will continue to have your body, but you needed to make sure this wasn’t some glorified honeymoon phase. Everything was and felt perfect right now because of how excited you two were to have each other entirely without fear, limitations, and uncertainty—well, nearly.

Your dad will come around when you tell him, you’re almost positive.

But, waiting a bit would prove to you if this feeling was something that would stick without the memories and nostalgia you share being the anchor to it all.

Besides, you two still have a lot to learn about one another all over again before you outwardly labeled this beauty of a man as your boyfriend. You weren’t lying when you said you loved him, but love didn’t mean you had to rush. It meant that you had all the time in the world together to figure it out.

Right?

He understood your concerns, even if he wished you would’ve told him yes and let him fuck you in celebration. Granted, he still did, but it was with determination—to show you that there was no such thing as a fluke when it came to how he felt about you.

Besides all the mushy feelings though, it’s been immensely freeing with him. Like he promised the morning after he made love to you for the first time, in the early evenings during your stay, he’s been helping you try to learn how to ride a horse before he took you out to buy you one of your own.

No matter how much you failed, it was the reality that Caleb was your helping hand to make your heart dance in your chest.

You whole heartedly blamed your pops for your inability, but it partially on you, too. He tried to teach you when you were younger, but gave up once he realized how scared you’d always be no matter what horse he put you on or in front of you. Despite how badly he wanted you to conquer, he refused to traumatize his little girl further after all the falls and near accidents.

And Caleb was far too young and inexperienced himself at the time to try, so you simply never got the hang of it. Not even when he took you a few times to ride on Applebottom before you left for college.

You were honestly too embarrassed to try asking for any assistance the older you became and add you leaving on top of that, horse riding just became a skill you accepted that you’d never acquire.

Caleb soothed the beautiful steed, rubbing down her nose and scratched below her chin to ease her defiance.

“You wanna call it a day?” he grinned up at you, the warm setting sun making his dewy skin glow.

“Please.”

“No worries, angel. Scoot back.”

You maneuver yourself on the leather saddle to make room for the burly man, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting against him once he sat and grabbed hold of the reigns before making sure you were ready to go. After your confirmation, with a click of his tongue and a soft “go ‘head girl”, you were riding towards his large home with the slightly humid wind wiping across your dampened skin.

“I’m taking you out tonight,” he said the closer you got.

“For what?”

“Because I want us to have some fun.”

“I think we have a lot of that here, don’t you think?”

He laughs, the sound warming you on the inside. “You’re not lyin’, but I wanna take you dancing. Remember the last time we went?”

You flip through your memories like they’re pages on a book, not having any recollection.

“Exactly,” he fills in your silence. “We weren’t even ten years old and couldn’t catch a beat for shit.”

“Caleb, that does not count!” Now you’re the one laughing, hard enough to make you snort a little bit.

“It definitely does!” Slowing Applebottom down until she completely stops beside the wrap around porch, he jumps down first to then help you. When you’re standing in front of him, he cups your face in his hands and kisses your lips tenderly.

“I’m gonna set her up for the night, we’ll head in, get cleaned up, and I want to be back down in my pickup in an hour. You got that, angel?”

“Yes, sir,” you tease, making him smirk.

“Go on.” He plucks his cowboy hat off his head and hits you playfully on the ass with it on your way up the steps. “Get the shower going for us.”

You and Caleb have been on the dance floor for nearly an hour straight, and you couldn’t get enough. With every twirl and the feeling of his body pressed against you alongside all the other patrons having their own fun, you wished this night could go on forever.

In your floral pink knee length summer dress, his strong hands were on your waist as he moved you side to side to the thumping beat that vibrated the walls and floors of the classical country dance bar that’s been around long before the both of you.

Your sexy cowboy was a sight to drool over in his sage green long sleeve shirt that he had pulled up on his strong forearms to display his tattoos and dark blue jeans that showed off some of his impressive physique.

You were wearing his black Cattleman that he slyly placed atop your head in the middle of you swaying to the music. You helplessly giggled when he kissed down your neck and took you by the hand to spin you around to face him.

His skin was slightly flushed and his soft hair a small whirlwind of a mess, but if you asked Caleb what he was feeling—complete and alive were the only adjectives that could come to mind.

Your arms went around his neck with a bright smile to accompany your eagerness as you sang along to the lyrics of a song your momma still loves to blast on her cleaning days. Caleb flashed you that boyish grin that made you swoon when you grew dramatic in your efforts to match the passion of the talented singer’s voice blasting through the speakers.

Then he started to sing with you and for a moment, there was no care in the world about how crazy you both sounded. This was where you had fun and you wouldn’t let anything prevent you from enjoying it to its fullest potential.

That was your intention until a woman walked up to you both as the upbeat song ended and transitioned to something slower. You couldn’t even get close to him again before an airy voice said behind you, “You finished with her yet, C?”

C? Who the hell is she calling C?

You craned your neck to figure out who was emitting the strong aroma of too-much perfume. A pretty and short, long haired brunette looking up at Caleb with very clear fuck-me eyes, proved to be the answer to the mystery.

Her complete disregard for your presence wasn’t missed, either.

“I know your mother raised you to have some respect, Maycee,” Caleb replied sharply, not bothering to look at her.

“What? I waited ‘til the song was over,” she shrugs, moving closer to him and making this weird primal behavior surge within you when her perfectly manicured fingers tried to rest on his shoulder before he shucked her off.

“That was respectful enough, was it not? I just want to talk with you.” Her judgmental eyes look into yours that’s slowly losing the light it had second ago. “Alone.”

“We’ve got nothin’ to talk about. Coming up to me when I’m with my girl is out of line.”

“Nothing to talk about? Your girl?” she spits out in disbelief. “Seems like you’ve made the wrong choice.”

“Am I invisible?” you interrupt swiftly, the irritation coursing through your body making it impossible to keep your mouth shut any longer. The looks were hard to ignore, but the nosiness of others did nothing to put out the flame stoking in your chest.

You face her head on, ready to defend yourself with zero intimidation at her attempt to size you up.

“This has nothing to do with you.”

“The moment you spoke to him made it have every fucking thing to do with me.”

“Aww, let me guess: you think you’re special?” she scoffs with a mocking grin. “Tell her about our time together Caleb, since it’s so necessary that she stays clued in.”

Your body tenses as your jaw ticks. The noticeable reaction makes her smile as if she’s triumphant.

“I’d really rather not embarrass you or ourselves more than you’ve already done yourself, Maycee,” Caleb says through gritted teeth. “That’s not what I want or what I do, but you have a tendency of pushing your fucking luck. You’ve done enough. I suggest you know when to walk away.”

You were hard to rile up—very hard. But Caleb was one of the few people who knew how you could get if that’s where you were brought. It’s one of the reasons he’s trying to deescalate the situation as quickly as possible.

“You’re such an asshole. Her over me—seriously?” She sucks her teeth. “Call me when you come back to your senses. My mouth really misses you.”

Your eyes narrow and you check her before Caleb can try. Your tone drops to make sure that even with the quietness that’s suffocating the already stuffy space, only she can hear you clearly.

“Know that my name was tattooed on his chest while his dick was in your mouth.” You get in her face now, feeling a strong hand on your arm to hold you back.

“I want you to make sure you sit with the fact that every time he got hard, it’s because he thought of me. Even when he was inside of you.”

Maycee’s chest rises and falls, the clear shock and disbelief swirling in her irises.

“Baby, let’s just go,” Caleb calls to you, his grip pressing a little harder to make sure you’re aware that he’s trying to keep you calm.

It’s ridiculous how easily your night has been ruined, and now all the fun is washed out your veins.

Not another word is spoken when you take off his hat and press it roughly to his chest, not caring if he doesn’t catch it. You snatch yourself away from him before you storm out the bar and into the now cool night.

Your anger is misplaced, you know that. But it’s feels impossible to correct with the way it was encompassing your entire being.

Caleb doesn’t waste a moment following you, quickly unlocking his vehicle and opening the door to let you climb inside. Once behind the wheel, he maneuvers the tires over the gravel parking lot before rolling onto the smooth roads, and god is the drive uncomfortable.

“You wanna talk now?” he voices ten minutes in, sighing at your refusal to answer—again.

You told yourself you weren’t jealous of his past, that you didn’t care. And truly, you didn’t.

But the mere thought of Maycee with Caleb in any way, made your blood boil. The way she walked up to him like she was so familiar fueled you with violence.

He was yours, he belongs to you.

“Pull over,” you mumble, making his eyebrow furrow.

“I’m not letting you walk if that’s what you think you’re about to do. I don’t care—”

“Pull. Over,” you repeat slowly.

He does. What other choice does he have when the woman he loves looks ready to set fire to anything in her path that dared to give her a reason?

There’s nothing but long empty rode in front and behind you in the dark night of chirping crickets and twinkling fireflies as he puts the car in park to the side. Caleb looks over at you, the moonlight and rows of illuminated warm street lamps pouring through the windshield giving him the privilege to set eyes on his lady.

“Angel, you know she doesn’t mean anythin’ to me. I know you know.”

“I do.” You turn your body to face him.

“We only hooked up twice, pretty. I don’t want you being upset with me. Tell me what you need me—” Your hand reaching over the center console and the tug on his belt makes his words slow.

“I want you,” you breathe out, your voice shaky and the need to have him overriding anything sensible. “I want you to fuck me, Caleb. I want to erase her from you—erase all of them.”

Pretty,” he coos apologetically. “You’ve already done that. But anything you want. Just let me take us home.”

“No,” you shake your head stubbornly. “Now. I want it now.”

“Fuck…” His cock comes to life at your possessiveness.

He leans in to kiss you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours as he swallows your whimpers and identifies your cravings without more needing to be said. You stay like that for a moment, letting him savor your taste.

When he releases you, he gets out the truck so that he can slide into the black leather seat in the back. The moment he shuts the door and sits, waiting with his legs spread wide, you’re kicking off your shoes and climbing toward him like he’s your reclamation.

The lack of sufficient space isn’t enough to stop you from sitting in his lap and pulling on his hair, grinding your panty clad pussy against the rough material of his jeans. He sucks on your neck, the sweet and tangy taste on your skin only making his balls tighten with need.

You have to see your name that marks him, that gives you ownership of him. Impatiently, you pull the hem of his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the side and tracing your fingertips along the mesmerizing ink.

“I’m yours, angel,” he whispers, his hands gripping your hips hungrily.

“Show me,” you beg. You feel down his pecs and toned abs before quickly beginning to undo his belt. The clinks echo in the enclosed space at the same time that he bunches your dress above your waist.

Wrapping your hand around his thickness and pulling him out of his confines, you pump him agonizingly slow in your palm.

“You told me this was my cock,” you say against lips, your heart hammering so fast that you’re not too sure how coherent you sound. “You said both of you were devoted to me.”

Your mouths graze, but never meet. “Give me what’s mine…”

Caleb curses under his breath when you swipe a thumb along his slit and smear his precum around, his hips bucking up with eagerness. “I’ll listen to your every w—word. Sit up on your knees, baby…Let me make it better.”

Bracing one hand on him, you follow his instruction and push out a desperate huff when he roughly tugs your panties to the side after you lift yourself.

You didn’t want a condom. In fact, you’d lose your shit if he even offered one. That’s all you’ve been using since your first time together and right now, you just wanted to feel him without any barriers.

When his bare tip slides into your leaking hole, you press your lips together with a pleased hum.

“They can never have you again,” you cry as he helps lower you down to take every pulsating veiny inch. “Hngh—Yes…I miss you like this…”

“N—Never,” he solidifies through a raspy groan, his dick twitching inside your hot and slick walls when you squeeze him.

“You hear how we sound together?” You get closer as you make your hips rise and steadily fall, the squelching of your connection filling your ears. “Only we could make music so powerful.”

The truck begins to shake the harder you go, your palms pressing against the cushioning behind him so your nails had something to scratch when he fucks into you, knocking the breath out of your pliable body.

His fingers dig in your flesh through your dress, surely bruising you, but you need him to. You need that tinge of pain as a reminder that neither of you are never going anywhere because you’ve already made your mark.

“You—hah—you feel so fucking good, Caleb…” The effortless gliding in your pussy makes white dots spot in your vision and your nipples ache beneath the meddlesome fabric.

“We’ve always been in tune.” He shakily reaches over and grabs his Cattleman, placing it on your disarrayed strands and running his thumb across your lip before his large hand caresses down your neck before grasping one of your breasts over your dress. Your lack of a bra lets him flick a nipple, making a strained whimper fall from your puffy lips.

“Don’t ever take it off again. I’m your cowboy, pretty. Own that.” He loses his train of thought for a moment, being buried so snuggly in your heat.

“Ah, fuck…fuck…M—Make me feel it…”

You nod, leaning further back against the console so the outside streetlights could shine upon where you’re connected. Your lover looks down to watch your cunt greedily spread the sticky fluids up and down his cock with unabashed desire.

“Y—you’re not C…” you mewl tiredly, rotating your hips to grind against him. “You’re my Caleb…Just mine…”

The new motion sends shivers down his spine. “You’re right…That’ll never change. It never has…”

The interior grows foggy and humid, sweat beading down your back and his temples the faster your orgasm approaches. You use your muscles to tighten your cunt around his throbbing length, and each contraction makes him feel more precum spurt out in preparation to claim you from the inside.

“That’sss right…oh, baby, keep going… just like that…W—Wanna fill you up so badly…” He pulls your panties over more to gain complete access, his thumb lazily circling your taunt bundle of nerves and sending shockwaves through you.

“Make you so fuckin’ full of me, pretty—I know you want it.”

He sucks air in through his teeth when your peak hits you so hard and unexpectedly that it has you trying to crawl away from him at the simultaneous moment that his cum rushes inside your shuddering walls.

Your moans are on the precipice of pornographic, but for him, it’s the embodiment of sublimity.

You serenade him with your gentle sounds and wavering tone, letting yourself succumb to the deliriousness like you’ve done many times now. Caleb holds you down to make sure you’re filled to the brim, rubbing along your trembling inner thighs. He keeps you spread open so he can watch how the copious amount of cum has no choice but to spill out of your hole and down cock before reaching his balls and staining his clothes.

“‘M so sorry for what happened,” he speaks softly after giving you the space to catch your breath.

“It’s not your fault,” you mumble, holding his hat so that it’ll stay on your head as you sit up before taking it off. Fear consumes him for a brief moment when you place it on his.

“Remember when I told you no?” Your head tilts, taking his hand and placing it on your cheek to nestle into. “About being your girlfriend?”

“I do.”

“Tonight has shown me that…I think I’m in wayyy too deep to be trying to play it safe.”

He smiles. “A mutual sentiment.”

“Will you do me the honor,” you flash a genuine one as well, adjusting the crooked hat and brushing his hair away from his eyebrows. “and let me be your one and only cowgirl?”

“You never even have to ask, angel. C’mere.”

After you share yet another kiss, he presses a sweeter one to the tip your nose.

“Your dad is going to whoop my ass.”

You laugh, the vibrations making you remember that Caleb is still inside of you.

“He’ll be okay. Momma will hold him back.”

“Thanks, baby,” he rolls his eyes with playful sarcasm. “That means a lot.”

“Whatever he does, I’ll be there to kiss it better.”

“Yeah?” he smirks.

“Mhmmm.”

You don’t know what you were even going to try and say or do next because any and all calmness and sentimentally is gone when you see red and blue light flash along with two curt blares of a police siren.

“Shit!” you panic, flicking Caleb’s forehead when he starts to muffle his laugh.

“Ow!” he whisper shouts.

“Move your ass!”

“I can’t until you do!”

Then a knock at the driver’s window sounds. You would forever be in debt to tinted windows now.

“Play dead,” you suggest lowly.

“You’re a terrible problem solver.”

“Well, I’m not seeing you come up with any bright ideas!”

When what you know is the final polite knock sounds with four hits instead of the initial two, Caleb closes his eyes and lays his head back, the hat falling over his eyes and forehead.

“You’re right,” he says, his words muffled. “Play dead.”

“You’re all worried about my dad when me and this police officer is getting ready to kick your ass.”

“Can’t. I’m already dead.”

“Caleb!”

“Mr. Xia?” calls a male voice.

“Who the hell..?”

“Oh,” he huffs in relief. “It’s just Xavier.”

“From high school!?” you ask, completely stunned.

He nods. “He moved back a year after you left. Nothing to worry about. We’re cool.”

“You’re shirtless and still in me!”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t be embarrassed.”

You pluck his forehead once more. “I can’t stand you!”

He rubs his forehead, then pulls you into him. “I’m in love with you too, angel. But flick me again and I’ll fuck you again with him right outside.”

“Just do something!” you pout, your face getting heated at the thought.

Glad to have made you flustered, he smiles. “Anything for you.”

A/N: I felt like creating a scenario like this felt kinda realistic for them because I definitely believe people would fight over a man like Caleb—especially if he sexes you as good as he looks LOLLLL!!!! I didn’t think it would’ve just been sunshine and rainbows initially in a small town where Caleb has been around the block…I could’ve just done a big time skip to their happily ever after, but where’s the fun in that?!?! But I think I’ve unintentionally started another series, DAMNIT! JAYLA, PLS PUT THE PHONE DOWN!!!!

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[softichill]

can u just infodump about seam. i want to know More

I spent 50 minutes typing out a multi-page infodump and then tumblr refreshed and deleted all of it

I typed it all out again under the cut but. Augh

Seam is a character who is so deeply fascinating to me. Most people kinda just regard them as Jevil's old friend, or the depressed shopkeeper. And to be fair they are also both of those things JGNSKNG

But there's something I don't see a lot of people acknowledge; their connection to the secret bosses. They're the character who's told us the most about Shadow Crystals, and up until Gerson/The Old Man in ch4 they were the ONLY character to mention them. It was their friendship with Jevil that brought them into all of this, with his words "sticking in [their] cotton" and making their view of this world, AND I QUOTE,

"Darker, yet darker."

^ This line of dialogue drives me crazy. This is one of only two direct references to Entry No. 17 in Deltarune so far (with the other being the church song with "shadows cutting deep") and it is said in DIRECT REFERENCE to Jevil's descent into madness, and Seam falling into nihilism. This is the line that caused people to start theorizing that Gaster was the one telling the secret bosses the "Truth".

Along with that, they seem to know every other secret boss as well; and the order we'll be fighting them in. They refer to Spamton as "that salesman", meaning they already knew who he was, and say he got ahold of "that old machine", implying they also knew about the NEO body. They even talk about how the body probably held a lot of importance to someone ("A certain Lightner, perhaps...").

They also know someone else.

"We all know there's no winning there" WHAT DO YOU MEAN "WE ALL KNOW". NO WE DON'T. HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW.

The knew the Knight. They knew that's who we were going to be fighting next. They even knew we'd need the Shadow Mantle to even have a fighting chance-- and had it on hand, too (until it got taken by ERAM).

If we're going by the theory that the secret bosses were told the complete story of the game/prophecy, and Seam was told at least some of it by Jevil, then that means they knew we were going to fight the Knight next, despite no one except Kris or maybe Ralsei knowing we were going to face off against it, and they knew we were supposed to lose. But that doesn't explain how they knew we'd need the Shadow Mantle to win, or why they just HAD IT WITH THEM.

They seem to know Gerson too, and judging by their dialogue they almost expect us to lose against him, but... collecting the Shadow Crystals and winning these battles is giving them hope. They call the feeling "quite funny"-- they weren't expecting to feel it again, probably after so long of having lost it.

That's another thing that's fascinating to me. Collecting the Shadow Crystals gives them hope. If you never fight the secret bosses, they remain depressed; they'll chat about a change in their shop, a funny interaction they had that day, or will just say something cryptic (what happens in the Dark World after the sun goes down, Seam. Why should we leave before dark, Seam). But when you fight the secret bosses, they seem... actually excited. It's something they look forward to, something they WANT you to keep up with even if their nihilism keeps them from being truly hopeful. Even if you lose to the Knight, they say it was "fun to pretend" that it would lead to anything. And they thank you.

So, seeing as they seem to be genuinely invested in us collecting the Crystals...

We have 3. Only 2 more. That makes 5 crystals in total that Seam wants to collect.

There's 7 chapters.

Now, obviously from their dialogue here they plan to make us something. And we might even know what it is! Through datamining we can find this item:

But.... if that's all they're doing, just making us an item for maybe the final secret boss, then that would only be 6 boss fights, leaving a gap for one more.

....There's a few lines of dialogue they have where they mention wishing they could see the fights in action. Most notably with Jevil, if you open his door and then go talk to Seam first, but there's probably others I can't think of off the top of my head. We also know they've been in battle before-- the Undertale Cross Stitch book has this little snippet about seam rippers:

And when they talk about Jevil, they say something deeply fascinating to me:

We've seen Jevil's definition of a game. Specifically the Numbers Game: if your HP drops to zero, you lose. It's a battle.

And something else we've seen...

^ This is from the winter 2024 utdr newsletter, around the announcement of Seam's plush. The wording in the first image strikes me: "In any case, I had to make a design." It seems like a first glance that the design was only made for the plushie, but "in any case" feels like Toby was planning on making one ANYWAY. And in the second image, which is the only piece of concept art Toby showed us, it shows their full body facing left at an angle.

A pose we've seen a few times before in battle.

While I'm open to it not being true, I FIRMLY believe that Seam is going to be a secret boss; most likely in chapter 6 or 7. I feel like it narratively makes the most sense right now, and also It Would Be Really Cool.

There's definitely other stuff I wanna talk about but most of it is just fun little characterization bits that aren't rlly part of a wider arc, and all of which I've talked about in other posts, but yea. Seam rant that took me two hours to type out

[rosenclaws]

Replacement || Logan Howlett x Reader

summary: Being with Logan is a dream but when the girl who is basically his daughter seems to hate you, it makes things pretty difficult.

warnings: angst, arguments, fluff, comfort, jubilee is kinda mean, a little suggestive at the end.

a/n: okay so idk if i like how this turned out but ive been on a wolverine jubilee kick so fuck it. I live for dad Logan and I just needed more

Logan liked to say he didn't care about anything. He didn't care about the team he would protect with his life or the kids that made him smile. All he cared about was beer and cigars. But everyone could see he was a liar. Deep down the man cared a lot about this little life he had created. Whether he wants to admit it or not the X-Men were very important to him.

Especially Jubilee. She was a young mutant who was quite literally a firecracker. The explosive powers that came from her fingertips were flashy and fun but were not to be taken lightly. Ever since they met they shared a special bond. He had become somewhat of a mentor to her.

For a long time she was the only one who he held that special spot for. Until you came along. Or that's what people would tell you anyways. You thought it was absolutely adorable. To see that soft side of Logan it's what made you fall in love with him, among other things.

You met him while he was away from the mansion. Logan had gone off alone again. The mansion life is nice but sometimes it became too overwhelming. So he hopped on his bike and left. Leaving only a letter to explain where he went. He drove for a while until he had to stop for gas. That's where he met you.

You worked at some 24 hour diner near by and man were you as sweet as the pie you served. You were kind and funny and you made Logan feel like more than just a mutant or an X-Men. He loves them he really does but they know what he is. They don't have any high expectations for the man. But you, you thought he was everything. Handsome, sweet, a little mysterious. He found himself stuck to this town. He got onto his bike but he just couldn't leave.

Back in New York he felt suffocated sometimes but you made it easy to breathe. You built a small life for a while. He helped around and did odd jobs for money while you let him stay with you. He kissed you a week after moving to that town and he knew once his lips touched yours he could never go back.

Eventually he got a message from Charles. They needed him. So he asked you to come with him. It was a big ask but fuck, you loved the man and he loved you.

So you packed up everything and followed him to New York. You and Logan were happy, really happy. There's just one problem. Jubilee seems to hate your guts. He had told you about the mansion and the people in it. His friends. You couldn't wait to meet them all.

When you first arrived Jubilee was the first person to greet the two of you. She jumped into Logan's arms, talking animatedly about all that he missed. Then she saw you and she went quiet, asking who you were in a not so friendly tone. Your nerves went haywire as she stared. She wasn't outright mean but it was clear she wasn't happy you're here. Soon the others arrived and they were nice but you couldn't shake that stomach twisting feeling.

At first you thought she was just wary of you because you were new. You understood the kind of life a lot of these kids had before finding peace at the mansion. So you tried to introduce yourself but she blew you off. It hurt a little but you didn't take it personally. She is a teenager after all. But then you started dating Logan and things took a turn for the worse. She was always interrupting or doing something to drive the two of you apart.

Like one night you and Logan were in the kitchen. He had you leaning against the wall, trapped by his very fit body. He leaned in for a kiss and suddenly a bright spark flew right in between you. You jumped apart and saw Jubilee giggling by the door. Stuff like that would happen a lot. Or she would call for Logan's help whenever the two of you got time alone. If you asked he would tell her no but you always told him it was okay.

You didn't want to make Jubilee more upset or come between them. At first you thought these were all just silly pranks or bad timing but as they kept happening it became incredibly obvious she was doing this on purpose. You just wanted her to like you, or at least not hate you. The strained relationship between you and her was starting to effect your relationship and you wish it didn't.

"Hey Jubilee can we talk?" You asked nervously as you saw the girl sitting in the living room.

"I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go to the movies this weekend? There's this cheesy action comedy movie out that I thought you'd like." She looks up at you and just shrugs.

"No thanks."

"Oh that's okay, maybe another time?" You say, slightly disappointed that another attempt at getting to know her failed.

"Yeah maybe never." She mumbles under her breath.

You try not to get frustrated. She's just a kid. She doesn't have to like you. But you want to make things right, apologize even if you don't know what you did wrong.

"Jubilee, I know you don't like me and I just want to know what I can do to fix it." You tell her. You're desperate at this point.

"It's nothing. Just leave me alone." She rolls her eyes and you feel another wave of annoyance hit you.

"Please, I'm really trying. We don't have to be best friends but you're important to Logan and so am I so we just-"

Jubilee stands up, her face twisting into anger as she interrupts you.

"God can't you take a hint? I don't want to know you. You came into our home and you walk around like you own the fucking place!" She shouts.

"I didn't mean to I'm sorry." You try and apologize but she doesn't listen.

"We don't need you here. We're a family and you're just an outsider." Her fingertips start to tingle as her powers start to spark.

"Just do us all a favor and leave!" A blast comes from her fingers aimed right at you.

You shield your face and brace for the pain, but it never comes. You open your eyes to see Logan standing in front of you. He took the full force, his shirt burned through but his skin was already healing.

"You alright?" He asks and you nod wordlessly.

"Jubilee!" He growls. She looks guilty, she didn't mean to do that.

"I..." She starts but her voice fades.

"Go. I'll deal with you later." She looks to you, opening her mouth but doesn't say anything.

She just takes off outside. Running far away without another word. Logan is furious. He's noticed her acting out lately but he just thought it was typical teenage bullshit. But this is more than that.

"I don't know what the hell has gotten into her." He turns back to you. It's clear as day what you have to do. She'll never accept you being here.

"I think I should go."

"If you need space I can meet you in our room later." He reaches out but you step back, shaking your head.

"No I mean I should leave. Leave the mansion." Logan furrows his brows in confusion.

"What? Why?" You almost laugh at that.

"Clearly I'm not wanted here. So it's just better if we go our separate ways alright?" It's breaking your damn heart to say this. You don't want to leave but maybe Jubilee is right. You are an outsider. You aren't like them.

"She hates me Logan. She almost blasted my face off."

"It was an accident, she'd never hurt an innocent person." Logan says and you just sigh. You're not mad he's defending her. He's in an impossible situation.

"I love you Logan but this is your home. This is your family. Jubilee is your family. I just don't think I fit here."

"Don't go, don't run from me." Logan grabs your wrist gently, his eyes pleading for you to stay.

"I can't lose you." He whispers. It almost makes you stay. Almost.

But you think about everything. What you've put up with and the possible future. If you stay Logan and Jubilee will grow apart because of you. That girl is like his daughter. She needs him. She's just a kid. You lean in and kiss his cheek, a sad look on your face as you slip your wrist out of his grip. His hand falls to his side limply. You turn your back and walk towards your room.

"I'm sorry Logan." You whisper but you know he can hear you. It's too much, it's just better this way.

Jubilee really didn't mean to let her powers get out of control like that. She wouldn't ever hurt you like that on purpose. Her outburst...it's complicated. She sits on the grass with her knees against her chest. She watches the wind blow the dandelions back and forth. She knows she's in the wrong but she can't seem to admit it. She's protecting her life, her family. She hears footsteps approach and she braces for the scolding of a lifetime.

It's Logan. She doesn't even have to turn around to know. His shadow covers her from the sun as he gets closer. He walks around until he's right in front of her. She stares at his boots, refusing to look up at him.

"You wanna tell me what that was about?"

"It was an accident." She mumbles softly. Guilt clawing inside of her.

"I know it was, but I heard what you said." Logan knows there's something eating at her, he just doesn't know what. Or how to fix it. But enough is enough. He sits down in front of her, crossing his legs he leans back.

"I can sit out here all day Jubs, you need to talk to me." Logan tilts his head as Jubilee starts to pick at the grass. Fuck.

"I'd never hurt them, I was just so angry and I..."

"Angry bout what?" Logan pushes. He can see the gears turning in her head. He knows the most how difficult it can be to open up, to dig deep into the anger. It's easy to be angry but it's harder to understand why.

For the first time Jubilee looks up at Logan, expecting an angry pissed off look he reserves for when he's really mad. But instead it's soft. It's concern and worry. Tears well up in her eyes as she finally has to face the truth. It's always been unspoken between them. Just how much they mean to each other.

Logan wasn't a sappy emotional man and Jubilee was an outgoing teenager who liked to pretend her past didn't hurt as much as it did.

"I was scared." She whispers, tucking her legs closer to her body.

"Scared of what?" Logan asks.

"Scared that you were going to be taken away from me." She admits. Logan was the father figure she never had. She was special to him. He was softer with her, kinder. She could ask for almost anything and he'd cave even if he complained the whole time. She trusted him with her life. So seeing someone else seemingly fill that role hurt. She was jealous and scared and upset. So she lashed out, believing that if she could drive you away then everything would go back to normal.

"You left me Logan." She remembers how hurt she was when he left. Not even a goodbye just some lousy note.

She waited for him to come back, acting like she wasn't affected by his disappearance but she was. So when he finally did come home she was so happy. But then she saw you and realized he wasn't alone.

"The X-men are my family but...you mean a lot to me Logan and when you came back you brought someone new and I was afraid that meant you were going to forget about me." She buries her face into her knees.

It was so childish but she couldn't help it. She missed Logan and now someone new came along and stole him away. Were you the reason he was gone for so long? The resentment just built and built.

"Hey, look at me." Logan says softly. He gently grabs her face and tilts her head up.

Jubilee means more to him than she'll ever know. The protective nature he feels over her can really only be described as paternal. He won't admit it but she is like his daughter. Man look at him, he never thought he'd have this life. That he'd have a family. But he does and you know, it's pretty damn great.

"I could never replace you kid, ever." He wipes away a tear and sits next to her. He wraps an arm around her and she leans against his shoulder.

"You mean a lot to me too. Even if you're annoying and loud and make me watch stupid internet videos." She giggles and Logan smiles.

"Were you happy? When you went away." She asks and Logan nods.

"Yeah I was, but that doesn't mean I didn't miss you too kid." A wave of guilt crashes over Jubilee as she thinks about all the things she'd done to lash out. You were nice, really nice and she couldn't even give you a chance. She was so wrapped up in her own feelings she didn't even care how happy you made Logan.

"I feel so stupid, god I really messed up didn't I." Jubilee groans as she looks at Logan.

"Yeah, you did kid. But it's nothing an apology and effort can't fix." Logan says, though he's not completely convinced. Jubilee studies his face for a moment before getting up and running back to the mansion without another word.

"Hey! Where are you going?!" Logan calls after her but she ignores him. She has to make this right.

You're almost all packed when the door bursts open.

"Logan please don't make this harder than it has to be," You beg as you turn around, expecting the man you love to be standing there. To your surprise it's Jubilee. She's slightly out of breath as she leans against the door.

"Man I need to get back in the danger room." She huffs. She spots your clothes folded in a suitcase and starts to panic.

"Are you leaving?"

"Don't worry, I'll be out of your life soon." You tell her.

"No!" She blurts out which takes you by surprise.

"I'm sorry. I'm really really sorry. I was afraid and jealous and I took it out on you and I'm sorry." She apologizes. Afraid that she went too far, that she was going to drive away someone who made Logan happy.

"I felt replaced and I got bitter and I just wanted Logan back but I really fucked up."

"Thank you, for the apology Jubilee," You say gently.

"I really appreciate it, but maybe it's for the best that I leave." You're not sure what to do now.

"I'd never try to replace you. Logan needs you more than he needs me." You say and she frowns.

"That's not true. I lashed out because I was afraid I'd lose him and I didn't mean anything I said. You make him so happy. You're so kind to all of us. You don't judge us. Please don't punish him for my mistakes." This was a big moment for Jubilee.

To take this kind of responsibility and be so vulnerable to someone she doesn't really know. But it's her way to trying to show you she means it.

"I..." You hesitate.

"Let me make this right. We can go to that movie if it's still on the table?" She pleads and man her puppy dog eyes really are magic. No wonder Logan can never say no.

"Okay. I'll stay."

"Thank you!" She reaches out to hug you but stops, realizing you might not be her biggest fan right now. But you open your arms and welcome her into a hug.

"I want you to know that I could never replace you. Logan will always have a special place in his heart for you that no one can ever touch." You tell her. She hugs you a little tighter. You look up and see Logan leaning against the door.

"No fireworks this time?" Logan says, his voice gentle.

"Not this time." You reply.

Jubilee pulls away and walks over to Logan. Hugging him too. He grunts and pretends to be annoyed but he wraps his arms around her tight.

"Don't think you aren't in trouble for earlier by the way." He whispers in her ear and she sheepishly laughs.

"Go down to the lab. I'm sure Hank has plenty of work for you to do allll week." She groans and stomps off to the lab, mumbling under her breath.

"I heard that!" Logan yells and she turns to stick her tongue out at him.

"Teenagers." He says with a roll of his eyes.

"You are such a dad." You say with a laugh. He smiles just hearing that sound.

"You still leaving?" He asks and you shake your head.

"No. I'm not."

"Good." Logan grabs your waist and pulls you into a heated kiss. You tug at his shirt and groan when he nips at your bottom lip.

"Looks like we finally have some real alone time." He hums as he kicks the door closed.

"Yeah we do, I think you owe me a date night." Logan just grins.

"I'll buy you dinner but how about we skip to the good part right now."

[xnackery027]

I haven’t seen a lot of people talk about this, but I haaaate how Mr. Winters’ character was handled in the show. It was such a missed opportunity!

They absolutely took the easy way out by making Mister Winters hurt Dazzle. Having the interesting conflict of “Is it really right for Sun to keep Dazzle from Winters?” resolved with “it’s totally okay because it turns out Winters was evvvviiiil the whole time!!!” Is such a bullshit answer! That is exactly what happened to Nexus and is just the kick the dog trope all over again. It’s like the universe bends around Sun to make sure he’s always in the right. So I’m going to try to rewrite this while keeping the main conflict in mind.

The question is, “Is it okay for Sun to keep Dazzle for himself when Winters still wants to see her?” Sun killed Evelyn, and then adopted her ghost as a way to redeem himself. Winters trusted him to protect her, and Sun turned around and killed her. To Winters, this is the ultimate betrayal; not only murdering his daughter, but also trying to hold on to her corpse and twist the roles from murderer and murder victim to father and daughter. Sun is absolutely deranged if he thinks what he’s doing is appropriate or healthy. But Sun’s “family”, a group of violent rouge robots, are helping to hold Evelyn hostage. Any attempt to reach out is met with violence.

To Sun, he was controlled by Bloodmoon, and Bloodmoon killed Evelyn. Then, he found Dazzle in a broken body and did his best to help her. Dazzle chose to start calling him dad, and he had a crisis over it. He’s tried to reach out to Winters, but is only met with doors slamming in his face. He wants to have some sort of closure, but also is being held back by his overprotective family who doesn’t want him to be hurt.

Winters deserves to be able to see Dazzle. I think it would have been better to have him hostile with Sun, but gentle and friendly with Dazzle. With the pressure of Sun’s family on him, Winters might be willing to work out a visitation agreement. Dazzle can go and see him biweekly, maybe with Jack as invisible protection. He can still be messed up from her death and the divorce; He has to clean his house for the first time since then and it’s still a mess when Dazzle comes around. But we get to see a slow improvement over the course of the next few months.

Plus, it’d provide a great excuse to not include Dazzle in more blatantly mature episodes. The family encounters the weird ABO wolf people again? Good thing Dazzle’s at the other house. The family has to go to a different dimension together? Sun drops Dazzle off with Winters and off they go.

This could also be a fun relationship between Sun and Winters themselves. Sort of a “Never married but it’s like we’re bitterly divorced” situation. Like, imagine they have to work together for a school project, the family tree. Dazzle is torn on whether to use the Celestials or the Winters as her family. Because of the illusion disk, Sun decides it’s better to use Winters, and has to schedule a meeting to discuss his family history for the project. Awkwardly asking about each other’s families, Winters realizing that the Celestials are so strangely intertwined that it makes it nearly impossible to tell brother from father from son. (Eclipse and Andrew, anybody? Andrew is Eclipse’s uncle and Eclipse is Andrew’s dad.)

Also, getting another human character to be the token human guy? Winters has his first week long visitation and Moon gruffly hands him a suitcase that weighs over a hundred pounds like it’s nothing. “Just the basics,” he explains. Her charging supplies, nanomachines, some oils, batteries, emergency cross-dimensional contacters, etc. Moon has to carry it out the door and set it up in his house. He also ends up giving him one of his patented generators to power the charger; When Moon trusts him a little more, he connects everything in the house to it so Winters doesn’t have to pay electricity bills.

Solar showing Winters how to fix misaligned ankles and replace fingers and horns. “Sometimes, if she falls over and hits it just right, her head will be stuck in maintenance position.” He explains, while Dazzle’s face is flipped up, revealing gorey circuitry and metal. Horrifyingly to Winters, Dazzle is still completely awake. Her inner musculature is clicking and whirring to move a face that she doesn’t have anymore. She isn’t distressed though, swinging her legs on the table like she’s waiting for Solar to fix her so she can go back to having fun. “It’s just a manufacturing error with her latches. You have to reach behind, into the hinges, and… there.” He flips her face back in place, and she’s back to giggling and running around again.

Eventually, Winters starts understanding the family’s past. He’s seen things that he never thought were possible. He’s gone to different dimensions and seen magic. He starts connecting with Sun. Not forgiving him, but willing to try and help give Dazzle a better life. He gets invited to house parties, even being trusted with portal tech. Sun gets more comfortable and vulnerable around him. Able to tell him things he couldn’t even tell Moon before.

And when Dazzle gets hurt? You better believe you’re dealing with Sun and Winters doting all over her and beating the shit out of whoever dare to harm her.

It could be so interesting, and yet instead we got Dazzle getting shot and Winters left behind, just like Cosmos and Nexus.

[rylem33]

Some Things are Forever

Liana stood just outside the store, giggling as a tall, broad-shouldered man leaned in and kissed her deeply. He squeezed her waist with one hand, whispering something into her ear that made her roll her eyes and laugh again. 

She swatted at him playfully with her long manicured nails, a shiny new diamond bracelet dangling on her wrist. He bid her a quick goodbye, and she turned her attention to her phone.

Moments later, a voice cut through the noise.

“Liana,” Mary said, as she stepped into view.

Liana’s uncaring gaze flicked up for just a second, then back down. “Ugh,” she said flatly. “I figured you’d give up by now.”

Mary stood her ground. “You stopped answering my calls.”

“Because I don’t owe you anything,” Liana replied, finally locking eyes. “You think I’d want to be with you when I look like this now?” She gestured at her impossible curves, her smug perfection. “Liam’s gone, and I’m having a lot of fun being Liana.”

“I took a while, but now I know what when you were given that Elixer-spiked drink, I lost my Liam forever,” Mary explained. “And while you are amazingly hot, Liana.  You are a massive bitch.”

“I don’t care,” Liana taunted. “I’m having fun, getting laid, and the suckers are paying for my everything.”

“I can see that,” Mary whispered.

Mary’s fingers trembled around the bottle she pulled from her coat. She unscrewed the top with a sudden calm. “But I’ve realized something. Massive bitch or not, I can’t live without you. That’s why I brought my own Elixer.”

She tilted her head back and drank.

The reaction was immediate. Mary dropped the bottle, gasping as her body tensed and shifted. Her hips surged outward, thighs thickening, breasts swelling against the fabric of her hoodie until the seams strained. Her hair lengthened into a golden cascade, framing high cheekbones and gloss-slick lips. Her waist snapped inward, jeans clinging to her now exaggerated curves.

Mary opened her eyes and saw a guy holding up his phone, clearly recording. She arched one freshly sculpted brow and gave him a sharp look.

“Delete it,” she said flatly, voice deeper, silkier than before.

He hesitated.

She took a step forward, her heels clicking with authority. “Now.” The guy quickly lowered his phone and mumbled an apology.

Mary rolled her eyes and turned back toward Liana.

“…Shit,” Liana muttered under her breath, eyes flicking over Mary’s body. “You really went all in.”

Mary tilted her head. “You thought I wouldn’t?”

“I thought you’d beg,” Liana said. “Cry. Try to bring Liam back.”

Mary laughed, tossing her blonde hair back over one shoulder. “God, no. Liam’s pathetic. Just like I used to be.”

That pulled a sharp grin from Liana. She stepped a little closer, the space between their bodies now just heat and breath. “So what are you now?”

“Your match,” Mary said simply.

There was a pause, the faintest smirk rising on Liana’s face before she squeezed Mary’s hand tighter. “We’ll see about that.”

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Honestly, I feel every time the show and its creator attempt to explain away a plothole or issue it only makes things worse. The time Astruc tried to explain why Gabriel completely dropped going after all the exposed temps after Optigami.

According to him, Gabriel doesn't do the same plan twice, and when people brought up Mr. Pigeon, Astruc claimed that Gabriel came up with 72 unique plans involving that akuma... which like if he's able to come up with that many "unique" plans for mr pigeon of all things, then surely Gabriel could have come up with at least five different plans involving the exposed temps or hell attempt to rework the plans that he nearly succeeded with or the ones that only failed due to outside factors

That's one of my favorite quotes from the writers because it's just so absurd. Dude, don't try to justify it in universe! Just say, "It's an episodic kids show and we want to keep the plots interesting while also having them stand alone, so we don't repeat ideas even if the character would probably do that in the real world."

Like it or not, the show's format is a reasonable explanation for why the show works the way it does. There are times when it makes sense to prioritize story format over lore. That's especially true when it comes to episodic content as the overarching story isn't supposed to be the main draw in episodic content. It's supposed to be a bonus feature if it even exists! That's one of Miraculous' big problems as your ask shows.

Because the show keeps including these big dramatic ideas, a lot of people are here for the story first and not to have fun with the akuma of the week even though the show's format means that it's only going to be satisfying at the episodic level. The overarching plots the writers have chosen just don't work in this format which is why the fandom is dying off. People are realizing that they're never going to get a satisfying ending to this mess because the format won't allow it.

The temp hero reveal is a perfect example of this. That's too big a thing to just forget about! It's going to make people question the format in a way other almost-wins don't! Gabriel not repeating Scarlet Moth or Style Queen doesn't feel like an insane move because those akumas weren't anything all that special. They were just more epic versions of his usual akumas. On the other hand, Gabriel giving up on going after the temp heroes after one try seems insane because that's not his standard plan! It's something new with much higher stakes so it makes no sense for him to give up so easily. He keeps trying to get the ladybug and the black cat, why wouldn't he keep trying to use the temp heroes? That makes no sense for his character!

The reason he stops is because the show's format isn't suited to it. It's much harder to write standalone episodes that deal with the temp hero issue. It's too serialized and too complex. That's why it was dropped like it was your standard one-off akuma even though it's not your standard one-off akuma. It's also why Gabriel learning about Marichat was dropped and why the teachers forgot about Lila's lying disease and why the class collectively gained amnesia about Lila being Ladybug's bff when Alya learned Ladybug's identity. All of these things were introduced to make individual episodes epic, not because the writers could actually tell the kind of story that owned these epic moments.

All of this is why I'd actually agree that Gabriel "not repeating plans" is a genuine flaw even though it's an inherent part of how an episodic formula show works. Not repeating plans makes perfect sense for the show's format, but it doesn't make sense for the stakes and plot beats the show included. If the show hadn't chosen the plots it did, then I'd call this a nitpick. Because the show chose more serious plots, it's a flaw. The fix is to either change the show's format or to stop having plot points that require serialization. I don't think the show is going to do either of those things any time soon.

As a quick final note, sometime the best response to a criticism is to just own that the criticism is fair, but that addressing it would completely destroy the show's structure, so the person needs to either accept the flaw or watch a different show. If it weren't for Miraculous' chosen plot beats, then that would be my response to this criticism. I'm only going hard on this one because the show set itself up to fail. This is why you can't just throw cool shit into your story if you want to tell a good story. You have to think this stuff through, but Miraculous' writers don't seem interested in doing that.