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Catatonic!Jason fic where he ends up back with the Bats before Talia grabs him. Due to situations, he gets left alone with the Joker for a bit before the rest of the Bats show up to rescue him. Jason's first lucid act of his second life is to strangle Joker to death. Bruce and family come back to find Jason wringing the life out of Joker's lifeless corpse, viciously.
#jason todd#idk i think that wakes jason up from the catatonia for good#and he's emphatically NOT SORRY#bruce can disown him right after that too give him his new story conflict#batsalt#lol can't help it#jason's new family conflict is bruce getting rid of him for good#(like he thought he was going to do during the garzonas affair)#and making it clear jason's been replaced as favorite child by cass#who is all aboard team no kill and makes it clear she doesn't like jason because he's really loud about being NOT SORRY#you know how it is when you come back from the dead age 15#kill your murderer#and dad ships you off to boarding school so he can play house with his new kids#genuinely i think this set up gives jay more issues than canon lol#(he runs away from boarding school to work with a new superhero mentor)#kinda nice to put him a position where a good portion of the super community would hear his story... and think he's pretty justified
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You know, I know they said that Tommy calling Buck “Evan,” was purposeful for whatever reason. And I’ve seen all kinds of theories, pro and con.
But it didn’t hit me why it bothered me so much until I reblogged an Ana post the other day (and then reread an Ana fic).
#911 abc#911 on abc#911#evan buckley#eddie diaz#tommy kinard#ana flores#Sorry but Evan just sounds weird. Or emphatic.#And I still would have liked to have seen whatever led Tommy to start calling him that.#Of course he also calls Chimney “Howie.”
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"Eye of the Beholder" is another one of the very best Gargoyles episodes. I love the foil of Fox and Xanatos against Elisa and Goliath.
I also love that someone on this writing/artist team really wanted to lean into monsterfucking.
I'm not kidding.
...
Yeah.
#phoenix watches Gargoyles#Gargoyles#I'm sorry monster!Fox LITERALLY had him pinned to the bed as he flexed all over the sheets#even when he goes “Owen” it's not very emphatic#if Xanatos could figure out a way to let Fox transform into this thing for kink he definitely would
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JT MILLER ✧ 240120 Good teams always stick together...You can just see lately. Guys are just hungry. It’s a hungry group...There’s going to be guys that are going to have your back and that’s the best feeling.
#jt miller#vancouver canucks#canucks#nhl#hockey#meg.nucks#meg.gif#meg.all#very weak for when he's got that twinkle in his eye like in the first gif.#sorry i don't mean to make him sound like santa claus but u guys know what i'm saying#also i love to include a headshake and emphatic 'no' in my jt sets <3
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Spock being the only depicted nonhuman member of the TOS crew is like,, you can come up with a lot of clever/interesting watsonian explanations for why that is but none of them will ever make any sense in the broader depiction of canon. the doyalist 'network/budget constraints' explanation is basically the Only tangible justification for this and you have to just allow yourself to say "There are other nonhuman crewmembers, actually, it's just Coincidence that we as external viewers never see them on screen"
#N posts stuff#beta canon agrees emphatically on this point but i know not everyone reads it. it's still Right though#like.. Every Other show/movie/book/comic/etc. AND Every Other ship/starbase/whatever Has that alien diversity#and so there is like. No Way to make 'TOS enterprise is the ONLY ship that is 99.99% human' a sensible option#the same argument applies to nonhumanoid aliens in starfleet -- they Do exist we just coincidentally never see them on the cameras#like. they really had to Fight just to keep Spock on camera (early promo material the network made for the show would#actually edit Spock's nonhuman features OUT of the photos bc they were So convinced it was a bad idea)#so you see meta like 'Spock is part of a devastating minority - he's the Only nonhuman on his Ship' and it's like. i DO see where you're#coming from but. as much as i would Like to meet you there it simply doesn't make any sense at all i think. sorry :/
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#I'm sorry Jaehyun the cat man wrecked me first 😭#I already know who will win here tho 🌚#Teresa stop watching the beyOnd MV and being emphatic with Mill for onc-NO#He's wrecking me so hard these days oke?
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it happens to me that midvalley gave me full older brother vibes, you know. i don't know how or why, but i suddenly thought about it and said, the non-blood older brother and younger brother trope fits so good on him and nicholas :o it sounds crazy even though i consider that nicholas is very avoidant with certain things, or at least i get the impression that it is like that or would be with midvalley, because just for that reason, midvalley would be the typical older brother who bullies you but not too much. and in front of others he is the type ““ mess with him and i will destroy your brain ”” (bro literally can and will do it) even if his younger brother could defend himself, he would still do it because that's my favorite love language as an older sibling myself and i'll add to any character whether you like it or not.
nicholas, although he finds midvalley insufferable¿, would enjoy the music he plays as long as it doesn't break his eardrum, midvalley being amused by this because he sees him as the younger brother he never got and couldn't hurt him (yeah i did read trigun i saw those panels but im delusional).
and i also feel that those two would be, midvalley holding nicholas on a leash and nicholas as the furious and aggressive little thing meme that rips off your arm if you get close, since i feel that midvalley triggers him to violence but that would be the part of himself that doesn't show to no one else so that's why he'd be like that with him. it's like when you can't be something with the rest of the world but you can be that something with THAT specific person and that's why i think and feel that nicholas's whole feral side is brought out with midvalley.
another thing is that midvalley also gives me a lot of vibes that he is older than nicholas in canon, even without anything confirmed (i hate you nightow) i say that midvalley is in his thirties, close to forty, and nicholas is around there in his twenties (i'm looking at you tristamp coded nicholas)
#trigun#trigun maximum#trimax#nicholas d wolfwood#midvalley the hornfreak#im just headcanoning dont come at me#also english isnt my first language#sorry if this makes no sense#sorry if my english is bad#idk i think its a good idea when youre writing vashwood angst and you wanna send wolfwood to speak with someone so they can open his mind#yes i remember our lovely and dearest livio but here me out i dont think livio would have much love experiences#so i really think going to midvalley for some advice would be the perfect fit for them having an emphatic non-big brother situation#but i also think that livio would help out too because i view livio as a feeler i just know it trust me#but all of that is trimax coded what about tristamp coded#its valid in tristamp to send nicholas to speak with roberto but he's an old man drunk to his ass but still conscious of his surroundings#so roberto would also be a great help#and even with the girls meryl and milly !1!1!1!1!1!1#girls are the best at romance topics so they definitely would be much helpful than stupid men
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work crush confirmed not in a serious relationship and also i got his number. we're so back
#get ready for the ''it's so over'' in a couple days/weeks when he rejects me because he's like the busiest man i know#vis-a-vis personal relationships#txt#it's interesting he um. he's stopped smiling around me like at all#but when my girlfriend asked me if he liked me#he said emphatically that he loved me#so perhaps this just means he's comfortable around me#ugh. boys. but i'm an emotionally unavailable person too so i can't judge#sorry *asked him if he liked me
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a lot of people seem to have this base belief that being on medication is strongly bad in and of itself, irrespective of side effects, and it's got to be some form of ableism, right? because i genuinely cannot understand it otherwise. like, yeah, taking pills isn't super fun and it's an extra hassle to stay on top of prescriptions and refills, but that's a very small badness, in trade for potentially a very big good. some meds obviously have a brutal side effect profile and that's absolutely something you need to carefully weigh against the benefits, but like.
my dad just desperately wants my antidepressants, irrespective of documented side effects, to be bad. he has invented on his own that surely they must be bad for your liver, for example, and therefore i must go off them as soon as i possibly can, rather a bit too early than a bit too late. he has accepted that maybe i need them so i don't kill myself, but meds are still something i should avoid, because in and of itself, it's bad to be on medication. and i just don't get it.
why is "life should be hard and painful" so persuasive to so many people.
#he also loves to say that we're (i inherited my propensity toward anxiety from him) not actually mentally ill#it's just anxiety which everyone feels. so it's not 'real' mental illness#it's important to him that he's not mentally ill. and like. good for him? whatever helps??#but his experiences are not universal#like i'm sorry you have let your anxiety stop you from living the kind of life you actually wanted and you have spent a lot of time#desperately unhappy about e.g. your career. but that's emphatically not MY problem!#my problem is that i don't allow myself the grace and patience i need due to my mental health issues#my problem is that i push myself too hard. and don't want to admit that i can't do all the things healthy people can#she speaks#bad brains blogging
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I never truly liked The la.dy and the t.ramp but there's that scene where Lady gets annoyed and she doesn't want to talk to him and at one point Tr.amp said "Who could ever hurt a cute little trick like you?" while wagging his tail. I... I cannot stop thinking on that scene with R.obin...
#I think he is the type that starts getting affectionate and carefree in any kind of argument if the subject of it its not the big thing#his s/o could pout cross arms and not wanting to face him but he would still acting like a loving puppy#or well... loving fox in his case ahaha!#he has a pretty carefree attitued he simply would don't mind that much#if the discuss starts for something more important or heavy he would be serious and emphatic as hell#but for something little?? nah sorry he would just hug from the back and not let go until the things get better again
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i do realise i talk ab the rebirth era a lot for someone who purportedly dislikes it, but tbh i can't help but be fascinated by emo wayne and i don't think i can be blamed for that
#i used to listen to his remix of america's suitehearts all the time please#it's not even as good as the original song#it's also just like fascinating because it has the potential to be good#like truckfit era wayne while i love the style is just boring music wise#so there's not rlly much for me to say ab that#but like. rebirth is just. clearly it was a labour of love. nobody wanted him to do this. he tried and emphatically failed#and that is way more interesting than not trying#like. imagine you're lil wayne you're one of the biggest rappers in the world#you've just come off your most critically acclaimed album and won a grammy for it#u drop arguably your best mixtape lyrically of your career so far#and then u drop a shitty autotune rock album and go off to prison for 10 months#amazing!!#also like sorry he was so cute in this era <3#lil wayne#tune time#marchibald's
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dean is drive boy, dive boy, dirty numb angel boy, in the doorway boy, she was a lipstick boy, she was a beautiful boy and tears boy and all in your inner space boy
#dean is “born slippy” by underworld for many reasons but mainly bc it's a song about. well. alcoholism.#i sort of emphatize with this character re: the above and i'm actually sorry that. yk. he never really managed to break free from that.#supernatural#spn#dean winchester
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i promise u that gifset makes sense, i'll explain it when im not on some weird precipice of doomerisms-
#ooc;; mun barks#//to be deleted;#today was a trial#but that script is two-fold why he would single handedly throw hands at any reyes if a reyes was all boohoo abt what he's done#but also why he??? is not very riddled w a self-immolating guilt for all that he's done either#he KNOWS what he's done and why he's done it n the choices he's made that were his#bc what good does ur guilt do if u only wallow in it - u think it'll bring back everybody u fucked over? yea ok#there's a specific mentality that he has that i think is actually summarized very well by a scene in peaky blinders where#the one mobster goes off at shelby when shelby went off on him abt his son - n the mobster gets so fucking mad#n tells him U CHOSE TO ENTER THIS WARFARE - U KNOW THIS WORLD N THE SHIT THAT HAPPENS IN IT - N U THINK UR ABOVE ITS EXCHANGES??#U COME TO ME TO AIR OUT UR FCKING GRIEVANCES??? AFTER EVERYTHING UVE DONE????#n then he deflates n he says 'im sorry abt ur son but i didnt have anything to do w that'#lkadjsf bc yeah he is v much emphatic abt a whole ass child getting kidnapped bc that's genuinely horrible#it's multi-pronged bc it comes from how he was raised but then the world he proceeded to be exposed n live thru after#life was cheap out there - ppl could drop like flies a dime a dozen#it doesn't diminish the life extinguished but that was how it was n that was the norm#n if u participated in this at all - u had to accept that somebody could just as easily snuff u out just as u did that guy u killed#but also 'give me the gun i'll shoot him - what are u - catholic??'#his relationship w reyes has been on my mind a lot lately bc ik i still need to outline how much reyes has influenced him#bc a lot of this blog i focus on what he had n developed bf reyes#the vc where he retorts to reyes 'not everything' @ 'i taught u everything u know'#ghskfbj despite everything he doesnt hate gabe but he would kill him#based on a talk i had w spacy like 4 days ago#nyway if u hand cole bullshit he will grab u by the throat-
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drew and actress!reader on the kitten interview
masterlist | actress!reader masterlist
this was highly requested, hope you enjoy <3
“Not sure how I got the short end of the stick with these three.” Y/n teased as she crossed her legs in front of her, joining Chase, Rudy, and Drew on the floor of the interview space. Cameras and crew surrounded them, a small makeshift barrier of boxes dividing them from where the cast sat on the floor.
“Ouch.” Rudy said, placing his hand over his heart in faux hurt. Drew grinned, leaning back on his hands, his fingers resting closely to the curve of y/n’s back.
“Are we ready for the kittens?” One of the producers asked.
“Bring in the cats!” The four of them cheered, clapping excitedly as one of the crew members entered the space, kittens in hands. Y/n put her hands over her mouth, squealing quietly as they placed the tiny creatures down in front of them.
“How long until y/n starts crying?” Chase said, as they continued to watch the kittens stumbled along the ground.
“She already cried on the drive here so…” Drew said, causing y/n to elbow him before returning her attention to the cats. A small gray kitten waddled over, climbing its way into y/n’s lap, its paws padding along her legs softly. The four of them talked sweetly to the kittens as they continued to play, climb, and run along the set.
Who in the Outer Banks cast consistently makes you break character?
“Oh JD,” Rudy said, moving to lay on his back as a small orange kitten rested politely in his lap.
“Yeah…” Drew watched one of the kittens crawl along his arm. “Or Nick Cirillo.”
“Agreed, agreed,” Chase said. “Y/n?”
“Hmm?” Y/n asked, clearly still entranced by the gray kitten playing with the sleeve of her shirt. The boys broke into laughter, causing y/n to groan. Of course she knew it was going to be difficult to answer questions with the smallest, cutest creatures alive in front of her, but she at least thought she’d be able to answer one question.
“I’m sorrryyy!” Y/n laughed. “Um, I think I’d have to say JD or Drew.”
“Me?” Drew asked with a quirk of his head.
“Yes! It’s just so weird to see you acting like… for lack of better words, a crazy person.” Y/n grinned, her nails scratching the scruff of the gray kitten’s neck.
What’s your favorite behind-the-scenes memory from filming Season 4?
“Oh, probably when Drew dropped me on my ass.” Y/n said, causing Rudy and Chase to laugh at the memory and Drew to shake his head emphatically. They had been filming a scene where Rafe picked up y/n’s character, carrying her over to the couch, however, Drew had miscalculated and dropped y/n straight on the hardwood floor. He had felt so awful, stressing as a pretty gnarly bruise began to form along her back over the week.
“I’m sorry! It was an accident.” Drew groaned, running his fingers through his grown out buzz cut.
“I know, I’m just kidding, baby.” Y/n cooed, pressing a kiss to Drew’s cheek.
If you could create a playlist for your characters, what songs would be on it?
“Do you guys have playlists?” Drew asked, looking between his co-stars.
“Oh yeah,” Rudy said, patting the head of the kitten sleeping soundly on his stomach.
“I’ve got like a lot of… dark stuff.” Drew chuckled, glancing over at y/n, who was entranced with the gray cat that was still lying politely in her lap. Drew noticed the sparkle in her eye as she tickled the cat playfully, the kitten letting out a small meow.
“Um, a lot of Taylor Swift, of course… some Fleetwood Mac.” Y/n answered, attention still on her new furry friend.
“I think you’ve got a new family member, Starkey.” Chase teased, pointing at the furball in y/n’s lap.
“Oh, yeah, I think Charleston needs a little kitten friend.” Y/n said, blinking her eyes at Drew playfully. Drew said nothing, just grinning and chuckling lightly.
What’s your biggest ick?
“If you don’t like animals.” Rudy said, y/n pointing at him with a nod. At her movement, the small gray cat in her lap leaped off her knee, landing on Drew’s stomach. The kitten crawled up before flopping down on his chest, wide eyes peering up at Drew. Y/n squealed, watching the little cat having a staring contest with big old Starkey.
“I’d say, um, being rude to service people. That’s a big ick.” Drew whispered, his hand moving to rest next to the kitten’s paws.
“I would say hating on people for liking things,” y/n said, scratching the gray cat’s head. “Like, let people like things. Who cares.”
“Yeah, I agree.” Chase said.
If Outer Banks could crossover with any tv show, which show would you choose?
“Seinfeld?” Rudy laughed, the orange cat resting on his lap stirring slightly as his stomach moved as he chuckled.
“I’ve been digging Rings of Powers lately. I think it would be kinda cool to be in Middle Earth.” Drew answered, sitting up slowly, the cat sliding to rest in his arms.
“Alright, nerd.” Chase teased, causing y/n to giggle and Drew to roll his eyes at the jab. Contrary to what his very frat boy-esque exterior may give off, Drew was a nerd at heart, more than okay with spending the night reading Harry Potter or watching Lord of the Rings.
“I’m gonna say, and I think JD and Austin would agree with me, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia.” Y/n said, the boys humming in agreement.
“I feel like JJ would really get along with the Gang.” Rudy said.
Who was your celebrity crush growing up?
“Robin Williams. I had a huge crush on him growing up.” Rudy answered, petting the kitten in his lap softly. The gray kitten resting in Drew’s arm began to climb up his shirtsleeve, balancing on his forearm as Drew lifted it higher.
“Padme and Anakin in Attack of the Clones were… life changing.” Y/n said, watching the kitten walking carefully across Drew’s arm. One of the kitten’s paws slipped off, causing the kitten to fall and y/n to let out a small yelp. Drew was able to catch the cat’s small body before it fell too far, the cast letting our relieved sighs.
“You saved him.” Chase gasped, Drew lifting to hold the kitten against his chest, a sweet smile on his face. Y/n cooed at the way the kitten rested in Drew’s large hands, resting her head on Drew’s shoulder as the two of them looked down at the cat.
“Hmm,” Drew hummed quietly, “maybe Charleston does need a little friend.”
Y/n grinned, pressing a kiss to Drew’s cheek before squealing excitedly. Y/n turned to Chase, shaking his shoulders excitedly as Chase joined in on her excited squeals.
“Thank you Buzzfeed!” Rudy said, elbowing Drew playfully.
“Yes, thank you Buzzfeed!” Y/n joined, thanking the crew for their new furry friend.
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hi jade!!! i would love to see a poly!marauders fic where they help r fall asleep please! absolutely no pressure at all just a suggestion ofc <3
“Why so moody?”
You rub at your eyes, standing just behind the sofa. You’d been frowning when James spotted you, not wanting to ask. “I can’t…”
“What?” Sirius asks.
Remus perks up from beside him.
Three sets of eyes makes it worse and somehow better. Sometimes it’s easier to only tell one of them when you have a problem, but sometimes you need all of them to know. “I can’t sleep again. Are you coming to bed soon?”
And listen, four people in one bed is insane but occasionally you manage it. Most of the time you sleep with James, less often Remus. You and Sirius tend to be incompatible while you sleep, because he grabs you around the neck and face for hugging and you wake up with sweat pouring off of you, blind.
Perhaps that’s why he offers first and emphatically. “I’ll come to bed with you, darling,” Sirius says, a picture of concern as he stands. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, I’ve just tossed and turned for half an hour and I can’t take much more of it.”
“She’s going insane,” Remus comments with a severe frown.
Sirius helps him onto his feet. James, never one to be left out, turns off the television and gathers his throw blanket. “Not on my watch.”
“Wait, I’m sorry. You don’t have to get up,” you say, wringing your hands behind your back. You hadn’t meant to summon them all to bed. You’d just wanted to know when you could expect an end to your agony.
“Oh, well,” James begins, wrapping the throw blanket around your shoulders, “too late for that. Will you warm my side for me? I’ll lock up.”
You feel shyer than you’d thought, shuffling back to the bedroom. Sirius’ hand finds your lower back as he enters the room from behind you, encouraging you gently to the side as he goes for the other. You’d left the sheets in disarray, the lamp on. James’ room is messy as always, but it’s your fault as you live from it most days. Remus is immediately put off by the overflowing dresser, closing each drawer with a shush over the runners.
Sirius makes the bed, peeling back a corner for you. “Here, lovely. Climb in.”
“I didn’t mean for you to wait on me,” you say shyly, embarrassed at their attention.
“There’s nothing I like doing more.”
“He’s in a mood,” Remus says, though you’d guessed that already. “Enough room for me, too?”
“‘Nough room for everyone,” you murmur, rounding Sirius to climb into bed as instructed.
You and Remus end up in the middle of the bed, thankful for James’ sense of reality —everybody knew when you moved in together that the separate bedrooms wouldn’t last, but only James had the wherewithal to buy a very large bed. You’re immediately comforted by having one of them next to you, and Remus is very kind about it, asking in a murmur if he can cwtch you, wrapping his arm around your chest like you’re in danger of breaking from his touch.
Sirius is less polite, but not less caring. If he thought you didn’t want him to touch you he certainly wouldn’t, but he knows he can hug you pretty much whenever he wants. He presses his nose to your face, Remus’ against your shoulder, the three of you deflating after a long day never quite this close to each other. You can feel a day’s worth of back ache leeching in your mattress.
“Sorry,” you mumble.
“Ooh, for what?” Sirius asks.
“Making you come to bed.”
“Didn’t make us do anything.” His breath warms your cheek as he talks. “It’s late. We would’ve been in bed soon.”
It’s true enough. Everyone is in their pyjamas, Sirius smells like toothpaste. Still, you feel guilty for asking. And yet… you can finally relax now they’re here. It’s like they know exactly what’s been keeping you awake. Remus had cleaned and now holds your chest, Sirius reassures you and calms your stomach with his palm.
James gets one good look at you all and rolls his eyes. “I asked you to do one thing for me. Jesus. Babe, could you move over?” he asks Remus, not giving him the time to comply before he’s in bed and smushing everyone even closer together. “This is fun. Sleepover!”
“Just don’t start climbing on me again, Jamie,” Remus says.
You close your eyes. “Don’t worry, they’ll chill out soon,” Sirius promises in a whisper.
“Kiss?” you whisper back.
Three different boys attempt to kiss you in the dimly lit bedroom. All the fuss doesn’t help you sleep, but knowing how much they care about you definitely does.
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Crash Course Correction
Lando Norris x Reader x Max Verstappen
Summary: the Austrian Grand Prix left your boyfriends less than pleased with each other, so you decide to do something about it
The tension in the air is palpable as you stride into the living room, your eyes darting between Max and Lando. They’re seated on opposite ends of the couch, arms crossed, deliberately avoiding each other’s gaze.
The aftermath of their crash at the Austrian Grand Prix still lingers, a cloud of unresolved anger and frustration hanging over them.
You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what’s to come. “Alright, boys,” you announce, your voice firm but tinged with exasperation. “This ends now.”
Max’s head snaps up, his blue eyes narrowing. “What are you on about?”
Lando, unable to resist, chimes in with a snort. “Probably about how you can’t drive for shit.”
“Me?” Max’s voice rises an octave. “You’re the one who-”
“Enough!” You cut them off, hands on your hips. “I’ve had it with this childish bickering. You two are going to sit here and work this out, or so help me, you’ll both be sleeping on this couch until you do.”
The threat hangs in the air for a moment before Lando breaks the silence. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I’m dead serious,” you reply, your tone leaving no room for argument. “I love you both, but I’m not dealing with this anymore. Sort it out.”
Max leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “Y/N, come on. It’s not that simple. He-”
“No excuses,” you interrupt. “Talk to each other, not to me. I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.” With that, you turn on your heel and march out of the room, leaving the two drivers to face each other.
For a long moment, neither speaks. The ticking of the clock on the wall seems to grow louder with each passing second.
Finally, Lando breaks. “This is ridiculous,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair.
Max grunts in agreement. “Yeah, well, welcome to life with Y/N. Stubborn as hell.”
“You’re one to talk,” Lando retorts, but there’s less heat in his words now.
Max sighs, leaning back into the couch. “Look, about the race ...”
Lando tenses. “What about it?”
“I ... I might have been a bit aggressive in that turn,” Max admits grudgingly.
Lando’s eyebrows shoot up. “A bit?”
“Hey, you weren’t exactly backing off either,” Max counters, but his tone is more defensive than accusatory.
Lando opens his mouth to argue, then closes it, considering. “Fair point,” he concedes after a moment. “I guess we were both pushing pretty hard.”
The admission seems to ease some of the tension in the room. Max nods, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “It’s what we do, isn’t it? Push to the limit.”
“Yeah,” Lando agrees, a matching smile forming. “Sometimes we just ... overstep that limit.”
There’s another pause, but this one feels less strained. Max breaks it, his voice softer now. “I am sorry, you know. For how it ended up. It wasn’t what I wanted.”
Lando’s expression softens. “I know. Me too. It’s just ... frustrating, you know? We both lost out on a podium.”
Max nods emphatically. “Tell me about it. The team was not happy.”
“Christian give you an earful?” Lando asks, a hint of sympathy in his voice.
Max groans. “Like you wouldn’t believe. You?”
“Zak was ... not thrilled,” Lando admits with a grimace. “But I think Andrea was even worse.”
They share a look of mutual understanding, the shared experience of team disappointment bridging the gap between them.
“You know,” Max says slowly, “maybe we should ... I don’t know, talk more? In the paddock, I mean. Try to avoid these situations.”
Lando tilts his head, considering. “Yeah, that could help. Better communication, less ... assuming the other will back off.”
“Exactly,” Max agrees, warming to the idea. “We’re both competitive as hell, but maybe we can find a way to race hard without ... well, this.”
Lando nods, a genuine smile spreading across his face. “I’d like that. It’s more fun when we’re both actually finishing the race.”
Max chuckles. “Can’t argue with that logic.”
The atmosphere in the room has shifted dramatically, the earlier tension replaced by a tentative camaraderie. They’re both quiet for a moment, processing the change.
“So,” Lando ventures, “think this counts as making up? Because I really don’t fancy sleeping on this couch. It’s not exactly built for comfort.”
Max laughs outright at that. “God, no. My back would never forgive me.” He pauses, then calls out, “Schatje? You can come back now. We’ve sorted it.”
You poke your head around the corner, eyeing them suspiciously. “Have you really? Or are you just saying that to get out of couch duty?”
Lando holds up his hands in mock surrender. “Cross my heart. We’ve had a proper talk and everything.”
You step fully into the room, your gaze moving between them. “And? What did you decide?”
Max and Lando exchange a glance before Max speaks. “We’re going to work on communicating better about what happens on the track. Try to avoid these ... incidents.”
“And off track?” You prompt, not quite satisfied.
Lando jumps in. “We’re good, love. Really. Water under the bridge and all that.”
You study them for a moment longer before your posture relaxes. “Alright, I believe you. But if I hear one more word about that crash ...”
“You won’t,” Max assures you quickly. “Promise.”
You nod, finally allowing yourself to smile. “Good. Now, who wants dinner? I’m starving.”
As you turn to head back to the kitchen, Lando calls out, “Hey, Y/N?”
You pause, looking back. “Yeah?”
He grins, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Just for the record, if we had to sleep on the couch ... would it have been together, or ...”
You roll your eyes, but can’t help the laugh that escapes. “In your dreams, Norris.”
Max snorts. “As if I’d share a couch with you anyway. You kick in your sleep.”
“Oi!” Lando protests. “I’ll have you know I’m a perfect sleeping companion.”
“Sure you are,” Max teases. “That’s why Y/N always complains about your snoring.”
You decide to intervene before they can start bickering again, albeit more playfully this time. “Alright, children. Less arguing, more helping with dinner.”
They both groan dramatically but get up to follow you into the kitchen. As you start pulling out ingredients, you can’t help but smile at the easy banter now flowing between them.
“So,” Max says, leaning against the counter, “what’s for dinner?”
You shrug. “I was thinking pasta. Simple and quick.”
Lando perks up. “Ooh, can we have garlic bread too?”
“Only if you make it,” you counter, tossing him a loaf of Italian bread.
He catches it with a grin. “Challenge accepted.”
As Lando busies himself with the garlic bread and you start on the pasta sauce, Max hovers nearby, looking slightly lost.
“Don’t just stand there,” you chide gently. “Make yourself useful. Chop some vegetables or something.”
Max grimaces. “You know I’m useless in the kitchen.”
Lando laughs. “Come on, Max. Even you can’t mess up chopping vegetables. Here, I’ll show you.”
To your surprise, Max allows Lando to guide him through the process, their earlier animosity completely forgotten. You watch them with a warm feeling in your chest, grateful that your plan worked out better than you could have hoped.
As the kitchen fills with the aroma of garlic and herbs, the conversation flows easily between the three of you. Racing stories blend with personal anecdotes, punctuated by laughter and the occasional playful jab.
“Remember that time in Monaco,” Lando says between giggles, “when Daniel thought it’d be a good idea to-”
“Oh God,” Max groans, but he’s smiling. “Don’t remind me. I still can’t look at inflatable flamingos the same way.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Do I even want to know?”
They exchange a look before answering in unison, “Probably not.”
The pasta is almost done when Max suddenly says, “You know, I’m glad we sorted this out.”
Lando nods, his expression sincere. “Me too. It’s ... nice, this. Being able to just be together without the pressure.”
“Yeah,” Max agrees softly. “Sometimes I forget we’re not just rivals, you know? We’re ... partners.”
The word hangs in the air for a moment, weighted with meaning. You hold your breath, waiting to see how Lando will respond.
A slow smile spreads across Lando’s face. “Yeah, we are. Even if you are a pain in the arse sometimes.”
Max laughs, the sound full and genuine. “Right back at you, mate.”
You can’t help but join in their laughter, relief and happiness bubbling up inside you. This is what you’d hoped for — not just a truce, but a real reconnection.
As you all sit down to eat, the conversation continues to flow. You find yourself content to just listen, watching the way Max and Lando interact. There’s a new ease between them, a understanding that goes beyond their shared profession.
“You know,” you say during a lull in the conversation, “I’m proud of you both. For working this out.”
They both look slightly embarrassed at the praise, but pleased nonetheless.
“Well,” Lando says, a teasing lilt to his voice, “we couldn’t very well let you win, could we? Threatening us with the couch, honestly.”
You stick your tongue out at him. “Hey, it worked, didn’t it?”
Max chuckles. “She’s got us there.”
As the evening winds down, you find yourself curled up on the couch between them, a movie playing on the TV. It’s some action flick that none of you are really paying attention to, too content in each other’s company.
“Hey,” Max says softly, his arm draped around your shoulders. “Thanks for this. For ... pushing us to talk.”
Lando hums in agreement from your other side. “Yeah, we can be right idiots sometimes. It’s good to have someone to knock some sense into us.”
You smile, warmth spreading through you. “That’s what I’m here for. Someone has to keep you two in line.”
They both laugh at that, the sound harmonizing in a way that makes your heart swell.
As the credits roll on the forgotten movie, you realize that this — this moment of peace and companionship — is exactly what you’d been hoping for.
It’s not always easy loving two Formula 1 drivers. The competition, the pressure, the constant travel ... it can all take its toll.
But moments like this? They make it all worthwhile.
You snuggle deeper into the couch, surrounded by the warmth of the two men you love. “So,” you say, unable to resist one last tease, “I guess you’ve both earned your bed privileges back, huh?”
Max and Lando exchange a look over your head before Max speaks. “Actually ... I was thinking maybe we could all just stay here for a bit longer. This is ... nice.”
Lando nods in agreement. “Yeah, no rush to move. Unless you want to, of course,” he adds quickly.
You smile, touched by their reluctance to end the moment. “Here is perfect,” you assure them.
As you settle in for another movie, you can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, that crash was a blessing in disguise. It forced a confrontation that needed to happen, cleared the air in a way that casual interaction never could.
And now, curled up between Max and Lando, their earlier rivalry forgotten in favor of shared laughter and warm companionship, you know that whatever challenges come next, you’ll face them together.
As a team.
As a family.
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