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kathlare · 9 days ago

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the boy is mine

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie is blindsided by swirling internet rumors involving Lando and a pair of familiar beachside troublemakers.

Wordcount: 3.5 k

Warnings: none

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August 27th, 2025 - Los Angeles, CA

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f1gossipgrid:🚨| Magui Corceiro and Pietra Pilão were spotted in Comporta this weekend enjoying the F1 break — and they weren’t alone. 👀 Sources say Max Fewtrell and Lando Norris were also seen with the girls, sparking major rumors online…

Neither Lando nor Amelie have commented yet, but you already know the internet is in flames. Thoughts?

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lanmelie4lifers: don’t play w me rn i’m mentally unstable already → cryingoverlan: @lanmelie4lifers like it’s a SUNDAY??? let us breathe

mclanmelie: max being a professional wingman or professional problem 😭 → chaosfewtrell: @mclanmelie that man thrives in the drama don’t lie

amelieupdates: baby is in LA working 12hr days and y’all think lando’s out here cheating?? be serious 😐

paddockslutzz: lando if you fumbled amelie dayman, i fear for your well-being. the girlies WILL riot. → lanstans: @paddockslutzz riots?? girl i’m blowing up the papaya factory

notgonnaliebut: plot twist: pietra and magui are there for MAX and lando’s just third wheeling in misery → thirdwheelnorris: @notgonaliebut canon behavior tbh

dailyamelie: if lanmelie breaks up i’m suing quadrant, zak brown, and the FIA

softlanmelie: they probs just getting sun and Lando texting Amelie like “these girls annoying i miss you” → lanmeliekisses: @lanmeliekisses bet she hit him w the “lol ok” and left him on delivered 😭😭

screamingggirl: can’t lie… if she ends up writing a heartbreak album i’ll forgive him 😭 → ameliestansonly: @screamingggirl not the silver lining being new music i’m crying

daymansunshine: no bc if he fumbled AMELIE DAYMAN over MAGUI again??? jail. immediately.

f1slut69: not this man speedrunning 2023 drama again 💀💀 → maxssidehoe: @f1slut69 it’s always comporta. why is comporta the villain.

maddydiazcore: watch it be some group trip and y’all blowing it up 😭 → teamdayman: @maddydiazcore maybe but why is it always magui… LIKE… WHY IS SHE ALWAYS THERE???

pitwallproblems: lando if you’re bored just say that. don’t self-sabotage your hot famous girlfriend over beach girls in portugal 🙃

daymanxlandos: he better post her again soon bc we’re spiraling rn 😭 → lanmelietapes: @daymanxlandos someone check his location. someone check Max's too. someone call Amelie.

lanmelieupdates: until we hear from Amelie or Lando idc. i’m DELULU and in LOVE with them. → landoshelmetcam: @lanmelieupdates delusion is the only thing keeping me alive rn 😭🙏

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The sun was merciless in the midday sky, baking the Euphoria set under its usual Los Angeles blaze. Amelie squinted as she stepped out of the studio in a thick, oversized robe thrown over her outfit — which she was definitely not allowed to be seen in outside the soundstage — and the now-familiar brunette wig slightly askew on her head. She was starving, the fake bruises on her collarbone itching under the robe, her boots clunking awkwardly with every step as she beelined toward catering.

She had just reached for a plate when she heard a voice behind her.

—Finally,— Meredith muttered, walking briskly toward her with a phone in hand and a frantic look on her face. —Your phone is blowing up, Amelie. Like, thermonuclear. Twitter, texts, missed calls. It won’t stop vibrating, I thought it might combust.—

Amelie furrowed her brows, grabbing the phone. —What do you mean “blowing up”?— she asked, frowning, but before she could even unlock it a voice from behind the catering table interrupted her thoughts.

—Babe, what d’you want? We’ve got grilled chicken, pasta, that weird vegan curry thing you pretended to like last week...—

It was Joel, one of the PAs, balancing two trays and somehow still grinning despite looking like he hadn’t slept in forty-eight hours.

Amelie blinked at him, flustered, glancing down at her screen but quickly locking it again. —Uh... all of it? I’m starving.—

—Respect,— he nodded, piling her plate high. —You want a cookie too?—

—Is that even a question?—

With her phone still clutched tight in her left hand and a precariously loaded plate in the other, Amelie scanned the set for somewhere she could eat without being bombarded by crew, questions, or cameras. She finally spotted a shady, half-empty table near the back of the lot, shielded by a row of trailers.

She dropped into the chair with a soft groan, tossing her phone next to the plate and pulling off her boots with a wince. Benny would’ve curled up at her feet by now, she thought absently. She missed her cats. She missed Lando.

The thought had barely finished crossing her mind when a bottle of water dropped onto the table in front of her, followed by a familiar voice.

—Room for one more?—

Amelie looked up to see Sydney sliding into the chair across from her, sunglasses pushed up into her hair and an unreadable smile on her face.

—Sure,— Amelie said cautiously, already taking a bite of her pasta. —You’re brave sitting with me. This is probably a health hazard.—

Sydney laughed, pulling her salad closer. —I’ve smelled worse things on this set. Remember when Jacob tried to microwave fish?—

Amelie fake gagged. —Don’t remind me.—

They ate in a comfortable rhythm for a few minutes, swapping stories about the chaos of the morning’s scenes, both visibly relieved to be off their feet and away from the chaos of the cameras. But Amelie couldn’t ignore it; Sydney was fidgety. Like she wanted to say something but wasn’t sure how.

She took another bite of chicken when it finally came.

—So... where’s Lando right now?— Sydney asked casually, too casually.

Amelie froze mid-chew. —Uh... my place.—

Sydney tilted her head, picking at her lettuce. —So he’s here. In LA.—

—Yeah?— Amelie said slowly, eyes narrowing. —Why?—

Sydney let out a breath like she’d been holding it all morning. —Oh thank god.—

Amelie set her fork down. —What’s going on.—

Sydney didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she pulled out her phone and slid it across the table to her. The screen was open to a Instagram post.

@f1gossipgrid: 🚨 | Magui Corceiro and Pietra Pilão were spotted in Comporta this weekend enjoying the F1 break — and they weren’t alone. 👀 Sources say Max Fewtrell and Lando Norris were also seen with the girls, sparking major rumors online…

Amelie blinked. Once. Twice.

Then her fingers closed around her phone like a vice and unlocked it.

And yeah... there it was.

Her notifications were a war zone. Mentions exploding. Texts from Stella, from Alex, even her mum had tried calling. Fans in chaos. Paparazzi shots of Magui in a beach bar. A blurry profile that kind of looked like Lando.

With Amelie Dayman currently in LA filming Euphoria, fans are speculating whether the Lanmelie ship has hit rough waters. Breakup? Trouble in paradise? Or is it all just a messy misunderstanding? 👀💔 Neither Lando nor Amelie have commented yet, but you already know the internet is in flames.

Amelie stared at the screen, her stomach dropping despite the full plate in front of her.

—What the actual fuck,— she muttered under her breath.

Sydney reached over, gently squeezing her wrist. —I didn’t believe it. I just... you know how the internet is. But people are freaking out.—

Amelie sat back in her chair, heart pounding. He was at my place this morning. He made me coffee in his dumb boxers. He kissed my neck while I brushed my teeth.

She remembered the way he’d called her baby girl before slipping back into bed because he’d claimed the Euphoria call time was “criminal” and that actors deserved naps. The way he stole the last bite of her toast and pretended to dodge when she threw a grape at his head. That Lando Norris? The one in the blurry photo next to Magui fucking Corceiro?

—This is bullshit,— Amelie said aloud, a little too loudly.

Sydney raised her hands in surrender. —Hey, I’m on your side. But you know how it is. People see a grainy photo and they turn into Sherlock Holmes with Wi-Fi.—

Amelie groaned, dragging her hands down her face. Her chicken was going cold. —Why is it always Magui?—

—Wait, you guys have history?— Sydney’s eyes widened.

—They hooked up. A while ago. Before me,— Amelie said, voice flat, grabbing her water and chugging like it might drown the bile rising in her throat. —But still. The second the internet sees her near him, they act like I’m roadkill on the fucking track.—

Sydney winced. —Damn. I mean... do you wanna call him?—

Amelie didn’t answer right away. She stared at the screen, thumb hovering over his contact. Lan 🧡. His stupid little emoji. Her brain itched. She could hear Meredith in the distance, shouting about needing her back on set in ten.

She finally sighed and locked the phone, setting it face down on the table.

—No. I trust him. It just... sucks.—

Sydney nodded. —People suck.—

—Mm.—

A pause.

—Still mad though.—

Sydney smirked. —I’d be mad too. But also, like, your man is hot. It was bound to happen.—

Amelie rolled her eyes. —You’re not helping.—

Sydney leaned in, smirking like a cat who knew exactly which buttons to press. —Okay, okay, fine. I’ll stop playing devil’s advocate.— She paused dramatically, tapping her nails against her water bottle. —But if it were me? I’d post something. Not like a full-blown announcement, but just... enough.—

Amelie raised a brow. —Enough of what?—

—Enough to remind the world he’s not in Portugal or fucking Comporta or wherever the hell that is.— She scoffed. —He’s here. In your bed. Eating your toast.—

Amelie stared at her, a mix of exhaustion and disbelief tightening across her face. The tips of her fingers tingled with adrenaline and annoyance, and underneath the thick robe, her skin prickled with heat — but not from the LA sun.

—You’re saying I should just... post him? Like a lost cat flyer? “If found in Comporta, please return to LA”?—

Sydney laughed. —Bitch, I’m saying post a picture of him in your bed and caption it ‘found him’ and watch the internet combust.—

Amelie scoffed, shaking her head but not quite rejecting the idea. Her fingers were already inching toward her phone again. Her eyes flicked back to the chaos on Twitter. Mentions, memes, dramatic fan edits. A few edited crying montages with Wicked Game playing in the background. Jesus.

And yet.

He was here. In LA. In her house.

This morning, he was still half-asleep, arms tangled around her waist. She could still feel his stupid cologne on her neck.

He hadn’t even mentioned Portugal.

Her jaw clenched, thumb hovering over her camera roll now. Her gallery was a landmine of soft, sweet mornings. Him cooking half-burned pancakes shirtless. Him in her fuzzy pink robe, holding Björn like a hostage. Benny asleep on his chest. Him in her mirror, lifting her shirt to kiss the tiny scar on her rib.

This wasn’t a breakup. It wasn’t even a scandal. It was bullshit.

She clicked her tongue and scrolled down until she found the one.

She bit her lip, glanced up at Sydney, who was watching her like a hawk.

—Fuck it,— Amelie muttered.

She hit “Edit,” scrawled out the caption: “Definitely not in Comporta🧡”

She didn’t even tag him. She didn’t need to.

One last glance at Sydney — who was now visibly giddy — and she hit post.

The second it went live, she locked her phone, tossed it face-down, and grabbed her cookie.

—Now we wait,— she said around a mouthful of chocolate chip.

Sydney let out a long, impressed whistle. —That was bold. Subtle, but lethal. A classy decapitation.—

—Thank you. I try,— Amelie said, licking chocolate from her thumb.

Somewhere behind them, Meredith was shouting her name again.

Sydney stood, grabbing her water and nudging Amelie’s foot with hers. —Seriously, though. Fuck them. He’s yours.—

Amelie looked up, and this time, the corner of her mouth curled.

—Yeah,— she said, a new kind of steel in her voice. —He’s mine.—

And as she stood, boots forgotten under the table, robe billowing dramatically behind her, she felt it — the power, the control, the absolute clarity.

Let them talk. Let them guess. Let them burn.

Lando was hers. And she wasn’t sharing.

Not now. Not ever.

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f1gossipgrid:🚨| Amelie Dayman just shut the rumors DOWN 👀 The actress posted a cheeky Instagram story showing what looks very much like a shirtless Lando Norris in just a towel, casually drying his hair — with her bare leg also visible in the foreground.

The caption? “Definitely not in Comporta🧡” 😮‍💨

Fans are LOSING IT and so are we. Looks like Lanmelie is alive, thriving, and very much together.

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lanmelieupdates: SHE SAID “IM THE ONE IN HIS BED” AND THAT’S THATTT 🔥🔥🔥 → mclovr44: @lanmelieupdates magui babes blink twice if u need aloe for that burn 💀

charlescroissant: “definitely not in comporta🧡” is the new “i ain’t sorry” → gridgirlies: @charlescroissant beyoncé who?? it’s amelie’s internet now

ameliesera: she really said “clears throat… MINE.” 😭

drsforlanmelie: i just KNOW lando smiled seeing she posted that. man is obsessed → maxisinternalvoice: @drsforlanmelie obsessed. owned. SIMPIFIED. and happy about it

padockdrama: magui somewhere throwing her phone into the atlantic rn 😭

daymangfclub: her leg. his towel. the audacity. the peace it brought me. → lanodaddy: @daymangfclub this post cured my skin and made my grades better

ameliecore: she’s booked, brunette, in bed with Lando… the woman is in her villain arc and i support her → lanmeliesupremacy: @ameliecore exactly like she’s not even fighting rumors, she’s flexing 🫡

maxgotcaught: SHE POSTED THAT FROM THE BED. IN. THE. BED. AMELIE I OWE YOU MY LIFE

daymansrevenge: she posted ONE LEG and ENDED a whole rumor mill. powerful. → gridgirlie: @daymansrevenge the way she didn't tag him or anything and we ALL knew. queen of PR and passive aggression 💅

notamaddystan: the fact that lando pulled Amelie Dayman after MAGUI… that man’s PR arc is INSANE → snlamez: @notamaddystan it’s called growth babe

lanmelieupdates: we should’ve known he wasn’t in Comporta. man’s too whipped to leave her for more than 3 seconds

chaoticf1gf: “definitely not in Comporta🧡” is CRAZYYYY that’s her version of a diss track 😭 → landosgfirl: @chaoticf1gf she’s so passive aggressive i love her sm

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The house was quiet except for the faint hum of the stove and the low jazz playing from the speaker in the corner — something old, crackling, and French. Amelie moved slowly around the kitchen, barefoot and in an oversized band tee of Lando’s, her hair twisted up with a pencil. A half-sliced zucchini sat forgotten on the cutting board as she stirred the pot of tomato sauce in front of her.

She wasn’t mad. Not really.

But her chest still felt tight.

Her phone was abandoned on the marble counter, face down, like it might bite her. She hadn’t opened Twitter again since the post — “Definitely not in Comporta🧡” — blew up. It had done its job. People stopped panicking. Her mentions calmed a little. Still, the ache lingered. That kind of ache that made her feel stupid for even being bothered by it in the first place. The ache of being dragged through some imagined breakup when she’d literally had her head on Lando’s chest twelve hours ago.

She tasted the sauce absently, adding a pinch more salt, when the door creaked open behind her.

Keys dropped into the dish near the entry.

Then: footsteps.

She didn’t turn. Just stirred.

Arms wrapped around her waist from behind, warm and familiar, and the scent of his cologne — the one she always stole — settled into her skin like second nature. She let out a soft breath as Lando buried his face in the crook of her neck and kissed it gently.

—Hi, baby,— he mumbled, voice scratchy from the long day. —Missed you like crazy.—

Amelie let her hand rest on his forearm. —Hey,— she said softly, but didn’t lean back like she usually did. Didn’t melt into him completely.

Lando stilled for a beat.

His nose brushed against the shell of her ear. —You okay?—

She hesitated.

Then gave the smallest nod. —Yeah. Just tired.—

But that wasn’t it. He knew her too well.

He gently turned her toward him, hands on her hips. Her face was soft, makeup wiped away, cheeks a little pink from the heat of the kitchen. She looked like home. But her eyes didn’t hold the usual spark when she smiled.

Lando’s brows furrowed. He cupped her face, thumb brushing along her cheekbone.

—Talk to me,— he said quietly. —What’s going on?—

Amelie shook her head, but he could see the flicker of something behind her eyes. Not anger. Not sadness, exactly. Just… off.

—It’s dumb,— she murmured.

—It’s not dumb if it’s making you feel like this.—

She bit the inside of her cheek. The sauce simmered behind her, momentarily forgotten. She looked up at him then, finally, and sighed.

—It’s just… people online. That stupid photo. Magui. The rumors. I know it’s not true, Lando. I know that. But it still felt like… like the world was trying to rewrite what we have. Like none of it mattered.—

His jaw tightened immediately. He stepped back, not away from her, but just enough to run both hands through his hair with a sharp breath.

—You’ve got to be kidding me. What the fuck is wrong with people?— His voice was low but laced with fury. —I’ve been in sponsor meetings since seven in the goddamn morning, and meanwhile the internet’s out here making up fairytales? That I’m... what? Cheating on you? In Portugal?—

She flinched slightly at the word.

Lando noticed, and his expression immediately softened. He stepped close again, gripping the edge of the counter behind her so she was boxed in gently between his arms.

—No. No, don’t go quiet on me now,— he said, voice quieter, but firmer. —Amelie, I need you to hear me, okay? I don’t care how blurry that photo was or how dramatic people want to get. You were the only thing on my mind all day. I kept thinking, “just get home.” Because this... you... you’re it for me.—

Her throat bobbed.

—You didn’t even check your phone?—

He shook his head. —Didn’t want to. Not until I was here. With you.—

Her eyes dropped to his chest, to the soft material of his hoodie and the slight crease where his chain hung beneath it. Her voice was barely a whisper.

—It just messed with me. Not because I believed it, but because suddenly I was watching strangers pick apart our relationship like it’s a puzzle they get to solve.—

Lando exhaled hard through his nose, nostrils flaring.

—Well they don’t. They don’t get to touch this. They don’t know what this is. They didn’t see you curled up in my arms last night. They don’t hear the way you laugh when you’re half-asleep or see you dancing around the living room in my socks. I don’t give a fuck what they think they saw. I can’t even imagine my life without you, Amelie. You’re it. You’re the whole fucking thing.—

She let out a shaky breath. Her hands were now pressed lightly against his chest, grounding herself.

And then, just like that, the tension broke.

Lando leaned forward and kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her cheek. He didn’t stop. He kissed down her jaw, the curve of her shoulder, the inside of her wrist where her pulse fluttered. She giggled — soft, breathy — as he continued his assault of affection, peppering kisses across her arms like he could glue her back together with them.

He reached behind her and gently lifted her onto the kitchen bar. She sat perched on the cool marble, legs dangling until he stepped between them, his hands resting on her thighs.

—Don’t ever feel like you have to question what we have,— he murmured against her collarbone. —I love you. More than I thought I could love anyone. I’m all in. And nothing, nothing those people say changes that.—

Her arms wrapped around his neck now, drawing him closer. His forehead rested against hers.

—You’re so dramatic,— she whispered, voice teasing but tender.

—Takes one to know one,— he murmured back, and kissed the corner of her mouth.

They stayed like that for a while, the sauce bubbling gently in the background, the jazz still crackling from the speaker.

Finally, Lando tilted his head slightly, brushing her hair back behind her ear.

—Miami GP’s coming up soon. It’s gonna be chaos, media, events, the works. But after that... what do you say we take a trip? Just you and me. No work. No noise. Just... escape.—

Amelie blinked, surprised.

—Where?—

He smiled. —Wherever you want. You pick. Beach, mountains, a tiny island in the middle of nowhere. I’ll book the flights and pack the bags.—

She looked at him for a long moment, heart warm, stomach still fluttering with the last echoes of doubt dissolving.

Then she leaned in and kissed him fully, slowly, fingers threading into his curls.

—Okay,— she whispered. —Just us.—

Lando grinned against her lips.

—Just us,— he echoed.

And for the first time all day, her chest didn’t ache.

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zosan-secondchances · 6 months ago

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The Pirate King of the North: Part 2 with Concept Art

Main Themes: Villain Sanji, Alternate Universe, Zosan Ship

Warning: Long post ahead and some One Piece spoilers. Contains strong language.

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 (Special) | 19

Let's go back a touch to when old Sanji reunited with his Zoro after the arm incident.

Sanji

I'm back Marimo-kun~! Sorry I was gone for so long!

Zoro

What the–? How the fuck did you get into my house?!

Sanji

Turns out I got this genetically-modified body so my limbs are practically replaceable! This isn't normal, right?

Commander 1

My Liege, we still need to attach the rest of the flesh.

Sanji

Oh, shush it now. I know it's just for padding at this point.

Anyway! This means we can keep fighting! Isn't that wonderful? I know your dad doesn't fight with that red-head anymore because of it.

Zoro

Dad? What are you…? Forget it. You're a freak. Get out. Now.

Sanji

Is…is it the hair? I thought I'd try something new…. I spent so long fixing it up for you. Do you not like it?

Zoro

Wait, what is that?

Sanji

Oh! This thing on my hand? It's a get-well-soon gift from my dear Doffy! He said I should at least try and make the fight fair for us so you won't get bored of me. What do you think?

Zoro

Fair? What do you mean fair?! And who the fuck is Doffy–?

Sanji

So many questions! Marimo-kun, I'm actually just here to propose. Let's go and get married!

Zoro

This…this must be some kind of a sick joke.

Sanji

I'm plenty serious actually. Come now, it'll be fun! If you marry me I'll give you all the sake you want~!

Zoro

You're barking mad if you think I'd agree to that.

Sanji

Commander, please present the dowry.

Darling, do you accept sea cows or do you prefer gold?

Zoro

Get the hell out of my house!!

Sanji

Hmm…you're right. I'm not doing this properly. Hey, is your dad still at Kuragaina? And was that a yes to sea cows?

Zoro

OUT!!!

This is Sanji's first of many marriage proposals.

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Later in the week, a certain captain is over at Zoro's.

Law

You don't have to marry the man. Just get on his good side enough to get the information. I don't care how you do it.

Zoro

You ask too much this time, surgeon.

Law

Oh, for fuck's sake–you owe me. And I'm cashing in.

Zoro

Fine. But I'm only doing this for Luffy. What do you need exactly?

Law

I need to know if someone's still alive…. It's only a rumour but it would kill me I'd I don't find out for sure. And only he might know it.

Zoro

A friend of yours?

Law

You can say that.

Zoro

What's the name?

Law

It's…the Marines call him Corazon.

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Notes: I'm still exploring how to do dialogue the way my brain lays it out in my head. I've written scripts for storyboarding purposes before but Tumblr layout won't let me do what I need so bullet points it is. Oh well! Depending on feedback I might change it up.

#pirate king of the north #villain sanji #old sanji #zosan #zosan fanfic #opfanart #fanfic #one piece #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke ichiji #one piece fanart #one piece fanfiction #trafalgar law #roronoa zoro #concept art #sketch #zosan marriage proposal #one piece au #alternate universe

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halitis · 5 months ago

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do i have anything anything against jason as a character? no. i actually like him quite a bit! i think hes really interesting!

BUT DO I THINK SOME JASON FANS ARE FUCKING DUMB AS FUCK?!?? YES BITCH WHAT THE FUCK?

im gonna go through all the shit wrong with this comment thread one by one because jesus fucking CHRIST!!!!

1. "that thing" first of all. What. she is literally just a evil-aligned poc woman. she has been raised in this environment and as a result of that this is really the only life available for her and thats the tragedy of her character!

2. "why did she get with roy" THEY ARE FUCKING SOULMATES. THEIR ENTIRE THING IS THE INHERENT LOVE THEY SHARE FOR EACH OTHER WHILE ALSO VALUING THEIR MORALS ABOVE EACH OTHER. IT IS THE COMPLEXITY OF RAISING A CHILD TOGETHER AND ALSO TRYING TO FIND MIDDLE GROUND. IT IS BEGGINT THE OTHER TO CHANGE AND KNOWING THEY WONT.

3. "MY BABY JASON" YOU CANNOT SAY THAT AFTER YOU JUST INSULTED JADE.... LITTERALLY CANNOT. the biggest fucking hypocrytical statement i have ever fucking heard!!! bro!!! jason is Nawt a good person! he just flat out isnt! he has done so much horrid shit, not just to his familt, but to roy's family too. like he is not ur sweet innocent traumatised boy, he is a fucked up grown ass man who was hurt and decided to take that pain out on others. he is no fucking different from jade except he thinks hes doing rhe right thing, at least jade knows she isnt

4. "lian baby mama is jason now" ive talked abt this before, but sexism in fandom spaces when it comes to mlm ships is so fucking common it is fucking absurd. why are women only used as babymakers for ur gay characters?? why can they not be complex characters while men can???? it is fucking absurd how common it is in dc fandom and i frankly dont know why im shocked by it! women are regressed to one of three roles: evil villain who abused male love interest, baby maker, BAMF with no complexity or character at all and it is honestly so fucking tiring and just, boring to read??? like how do you not just hate it??????

5. "unemployed" honestly. i have no words. all im saying is it is No Fucking Shock that the woc is being pushed into these awful stereotypes.

now we are up to the worst part. the final comment...

6. "how are you gonna sleep with my man" ROY LEFT JADE. NOT THE OTHER WAY ROUND. roy was on an undercover mission and fell in love with jade and got her pregnant! he left because he would not be able to arrest her!!! all she fucking knew was one of the first people she truly ever loved had fucking gotten her to trust him and then left her, she had to deal with that pregnancy BY HERSELF. SHE LITTERALLY SAYS SHE SPENT THE ENTIRE PREGNANCY WAITING FOR ROY TO COME BACK TO HER, AND SHE WASNT EVEN MAD SHE STILL LOVED HIM.... she didn't even realise his identity for years!

also why is it always the woman's fucking fault if she gets pregnant? it takes two to tango! roy is as equally responsible for that pregnancy as jade is!

7. "AND THEN LEAVE YOUR KID" OH MY GOD.... [EXPLODES YOU WITH MY MIND] JADE. CANNOT. LEAVE. THE LEAGUE. BUT SHE DOES NOT WANT TO RAISE A FUCKINF CHILD THERE BECAUSE SHE KNOWS WHAT ITS LIKE!! SHES BEEN THAT KID!! jade knows fucking better then to delude herself into thinking she can raise lian safely while still stuck in her life, but lian is her number one priority always!! forever!! she pushes roy and lian away because she knows she is dangerous for them and because she thinks she doesnt deserve to have them and that love in her life!!!

8. "lian should be embarrassed to have her as her mum" i actually fucking wish nothing but hell upon you. have you not fucking read. just a single thing in ur life actually? just like actually can you read??? because i have met TODDLERS with better media literacy than you. LIAN HAS ISSUES WITH HER MOTHER. THIS WAS A BIG PART OF HER STINT AS SHOES. SHE IS DEALING WITH THE COMPLEXITIES OF LOVING HER MOTHER, THE WOMAN WHO LOVES HER AND CARES FOR HER, WHILE ALSO ACKNOWLEDGING THE FACT THAT SHE ISNT A GREAT MUM.

im sorry this is so messy and has so much shouting it actually has me fuming when people r so fucking stupid, idc if you dont like a character but dont just ignore all the bits of a characyer that make them redeemable or interesting to prop up ur male blorbos????

#jade nguyen #lian harper #cheshire dc #roy harper #arsenal #jason todd #red hood #green arrow #dc #dc comics #im not anti jayroy. or anti jason.#however i am pro media literacy which is so fucking rare in the dc fandom

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trashart00 · 1 year ago

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Less than 12 hours until the release of “The Tortured Poets Department”!

Hence, I present to you, “The Tortured Catboy Department”

Track List:

SIDE A: Deux Semaines (feat Ladybug) / The Tortured Catboy Department / My Lady Abandons Only Her Favourite Partners / Down Bad

SIDE B: So Long, London / But Daddy I Love Her / Fresh Out the Slammer / Akuma !!! (feat Monarch)

SIDE C: Guilty As Sin? / Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me / Even Ladybug Can’t Fix This / loml

SIDE D: I Can Do It With a Broken Heart / The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived / The Cataclysm / Adrien Agreste

Bonus Tracks: The Black Cat / Solitude / Doppelgänger / Tell-Tail Heart

(Love how so many of the original track names still work)

My takes of what each song is about/inspired by under cut (but, if you feel like it, tell me yours :D)

I’m picturing all of these to be from Adrien’s perspective so they reflect mostly his version of the situations rather than the objective reality (especially the Laybug centered ones)

Deux Semaines (feat Ladybug): This one would focus on the sequence in Multiplication where Monarch doesn’t attack and how LadyNoir’s relationship recovers from the events of Season 4.

TTCD: Kept the “Catboy” singular because while there are multiple Catboy identities, there is only one boy underneath them all. Hence while I think it would be about him just stating his issues with everything, it would also focus on loneliness and how his department is understaffed :(

MLAOHFP: All of the Season 4 LadyNoir separation arc angst, with the “Favourite” being a callback to Risk (and kinda a jab at Rena because he thinks that she’s really her favourite, but y’ know, she didn’t abandon her so Rena can’t be her actual favourite)

Down Bad: Mainly about how Chat’s love for LB makes him excuse her behaviors, but also makes him act out (maybe a reference to Elation).

SL,L: About the whole arc of Gabriel sending Adrien to London and all of the memories he would have surrounding this ordeal - key point, not “So Long, Paris” because he didn’t want to leave, and in the end he comes back to a changed world.

BDILH: This one’s either about the Chat Blanc breakup or Gabriel’s dislike of Marinette in Season 5 (or both, with maybe a line about how he feels like this has happened before)

FOTS: Adrien realizing his father is a Bad Person.

Akuma !!! (feat Monarch): This one would be like a song about his daily life and then the chorus would start with a shout of “Akuma!!!” and it would switch to him as Chat Noir. I feel like it would start out with normal life being boring/hero life being fun but as it goes on he grows exhausted. Monarch has a rap verse.

Guilty As Sin?: Chat Blanc centeric - would ask who is to blame for the destruction of the world, like is it Chat because he lost control or Hawkmoth because he took advantage of his son’s emotion?

WAoLOM: Chat Blanc centric at first (like a villain song) but ends with Adrien reflecting on the events of Evolution-Destruction-Multiplication-PS night

ELCFT: I think it would be about his relaction ship with his father and how he wishes there was something he could do to go back to how they were when Emilie was alive but there’s no easy fix and his father keeps on getting worse and worse after any attempt.

loml: A song for Marinette with a bittersweet air - she’s the love of his life but he can’t tell her everything, and she can’t tell him everything either

ICDIWaBH: CatWalker centric - him going back to Ladybug in Kuroneko.

TSMWEL: I actually have three for this one - 1. About Gabriel and his need to domineer because he feels small and powerless. 2. About Adrien feeling small and insignificant. 3.About Plagg because he’s a smol boi (it would be like a lighthearted, cheeky song, like when you sing to your pet about how adorable they are)

The Cataclysm: Literally about how he cataclysmed Monarch, but also about how the event impacted his perception of self.

Adrien Agreste: Ending the album with a song that’s his own name :o.

Now for the variants:

The Black Cat: This one has Chat on the cover and the song is mostly about his bad luck. ‘I Love You It’s Ruining My Life” works both directed at Ladybug and his father.

Solitude: With Chat Blanc on the cover, this one’s about his mother. I think the “You Don’t Get To Tell Me About Sad” is pretty self-explanatory.

Doppelgänger: CatWalker is on this one, his song would be about how he may literally be the same person but he doesn’t fully feel like himself. He had to repress a lot of himself to be CatWalker hence I thought “Am I Allowed To Cry?” fit him really well (especially with Plagg not giving him the time to fully recover before he had to jump back in). Please note the crossed out name (unlike Chat Blanc) because he’s reinventing himself.

Tell-Tail Heart: This one has Ladybug on the cover - wait she’s not a Catboy?? The song is titled “Tell-Tail Heart” as a reference to Edgar Allan Poe’s “Tell Tale Heart” and would explore Chat’s perspective of Ladybug’s guilt for keeping secrets, how any excuse she makes is ultimately unimportant because she would do it either way. The fact that this is the only song title with a pun references how Chat tries to lighten the mood and avoid serious conversations, and the “Tail” is supposed to refer to Rena Rouge. The flowers she’s holding are meant to be foxgloves which symbolise secrets and insincerity (they’re also poisonous and damage the heart :)). I also really liked the “Old Habits Die Screaming” for her as it could mean both Chat Noir’s love for her being an old habit that he cannot get rid of, but also her habit of keeping things from him (especially with how she does it again at the end of season 5) being something she can’t stop. It is also him being able to see that, despite what she tells him, her “Heart” is tells him otherwise.

(also would like to point out that he wouldn’t mention Rena by name, he’s upset, not evil)

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ml season 5 #adrien agreste #chat noir #chat blanc #cat walker #patte de velours #ml ladybug #taylor swift #the tortured poets department #ts ttpd #ml fanart #ok so at first I wanted to do these with maribug but then I started trying to come up with alternative names and it dawned on me #she’s still on the last cover though <3 #the tortured Catboy department #inspiration hit me like a truck like I can almost hear the songs

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maxdibert · 5 months ago

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I feel like the main reason why people love the marauders era so much is because it is very easy to create a bunch of aesthetics out of it. It's the 70s so people already glamorize it and make it edgy etc. and that's why the fans get lost in their stories. It's all fun and games, dancing, fighting, passion and rebellions that people just romanticize every single character and completely erase or downplay who they actually were. Like with Lily, James, Remus and Sirius. They all smoke cigarettes while listening to ABBA after a day of making silly pranks or fighting for a "cause" during a war. People just project their desires and fantasies into these characters when in reality they all kind of sucked and noone would probably want to live in an era of war and rising fascism with these people.

Honestly, I have no issue with them creating a parallel universe where it's practically a Muggle school with occasional spells because everything about that fandom’s dynamic is basically your average teen drama series. I get where that comes from, and that’s fine—the inseparable friends trope, high school drama, self-discovery, and all that stuff we’ve all related to at some point, even if those of us over 25 find it boring now because it feels far removed from our lives, which are more about paying bills and antidepressants. But I understand the fandom. I understand why they love to idealize it. I get why they’re so into creating "headcanons" that aren’t even headcanons but just rewriting the canon to reflect their image and make them feel seen.

My only real issue, the one thing that genuinely bothers me about that fandom, is that they include absolutely everyone—characters who canonically didn’t even overlap in school years, characters who are canonically psychopaths and torturers, characters who are literal garbage—and they justify everyone. Everyone except one. And that one character, unsurprisingly, is Severus Snape. The canonically poor, canonically unattractive, canonically unmasculine, canonically non-conforming to hegemonic standards of masculinity in both his time and ours. He’s the one who always gets all the hate. He’s the one labeled the homophobe, the sexual predator, the violent one. The one it’s okay to call ugly, disgusting, or make fun of for supposedly not showering or mockingly use his bully-given nickname. Only him. No one else. Just him.

And it disgusts me because that fandom didn’t used to be like this. They didn’t do bashing for no reason; they weren’t this childish.

Can someone from that crowd explain to me why they hate J.K. Rowling so much when they’re perpetuating the same garbage stereotypes? Why do they think they’re so avant-garde by changing the sexual orientation of every male character while relegating the female ones to decorative props, pairing them off so they don’t interfere with their MALE ships? Why do they think they’re more progressive for making Sirius "feminine" while villainizing Severus, a character canonically mocked for being unmasculine? Why do they label James Potter as a saint under the rainbow flag and call Snape a homophobe when it was James who canonically mocked Snape for his appearance and for not fitting the mold of hegemonic masculinity? Why do they go on about body positivity, headcanoning Regulus with crooked teeth or Lily as plus-size, while turning around and mocking Snape for—God, this is so laughably ridiculous—not fitting beauty standards? They literally have posts laughing at him for having a big nose or greasy hair and then have the nerve to act like making Lily plus-size in their fics is groundbreaking?

Do they not realize how utterly hypocritical, cynical, and cringe they are?

If this wasn’t the case, I honestly wouldn’t give a damn about that fandom. I wouldn’t care if they idolized a bunch of bullies or treated a group of budding psychopaths as misunderstood kids. Really, I wouldn’t care. But trying to sell this idea that they’re so inclusive, so free of prejudice, and that their view of these characters is doing the world a favor when they’re perpetuating the same prejudiced, discriminatory, classist, and misogynistic crap as J.K. Rowling on one of her better days on Twitter? They can go straight to hell with that.

Stop bashing a character for no reason, especially when that character canonically embodies everything they claim to be fighting for with their pastel pink version of "That '70s Show." Give me a break. Tell it to someone else.

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macknus · 3 months ago

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Febuwhump Day Eighteen

Prompt: Living weapon

I took this prompt with a grain of salt 3:) sort of— also sorry not sorry for making all my Supervillain’s hot af

Febuwhump Master-post

Supervillain grinned when the Hero team swarmed the opposite side of the pier. Leader levelled Supervillain with a glare that could saw through cartilage and bone. Supervillain was alone as usual. He didn’t need an army to do his dirty work. He was an army himself. A living weapon.

He wore his usual grey trench coat that reached the middle of his calves, slightly obscuring his black combat boots, combat trousers and black t-shirt. His hair was perfectly styled to look messy as it fell in waves of silver to his chin. Grinning eyes sat above a smirking mouth as he stood casually with his hands in his coat pockets.

Supervillain tilted his head. “You took your sweet time, Leader. I could have levelled an entire block by now.”

“And yet you’re just standing there,” Leader replied coolly, straightening to his full height.

Scout came through over Leader’s earpiece. “He didn’t plant anything, and I can’t detect any ambush waiting,” she reported. Leader knew she was on roof of the warehouses beside them.

Leader didn’t reply. He didn’t need to. Rogue told her to stay alert. She replied with copy.

Supervillain’s smirk widened, revealing his teeth. He looked over Leader’s shoulder to Youngest who glared back at him with as much hatred as she could muster.

“Hello Youngest,” he cooed. Youngest didn’t bristle, didn’t flinch. Supervillain let out a hum of approval. His eyes flicked to Leader. “You’re so serious all the time. You should lighten up. Don’t you let them have any fun Leader?”

“Oh, we have fun,” Second promised darkly, a cold smirk painted on her red lips. “Especially when we have to knock arrogant, little upstart shits like you down a peg or two.”

Supervillain’s laughter boomed through the pier. “I always liked you Second. You have a murderous streak that would benefit you more as a Villain, darling.”

“Thanks, but no thanks.”

“Why’re we here, Supervillain?” Leader demanded, almost bored. He had been hyped for a fight, not a chat.

Supervillain’s grin lessened, returning to a handsome smile as the wind whipped his jacket and hair around him. “I’ve gathered you all here for a heads up.”

“A heads up?” Leader asked, cocking a brow. “For what?”

Scout shifted above them. “Scout, do you sense anybody else?” Rogue asked.

“No,” she answered. “There’s nobody else here but us.”

“I’m tired of beating you heroes all the time. All you with your little teams. It… well, if I can be open and vulnerable for the moment, it has been very lonely. As I’m sure you know, Leader, how lonely it can be at the top. Isn’t that why you have a team? You know you’re the only Hero who could take me one-on-one. There’s no need to bring a group of your friends, but you do. Every time.”

“We balance each other out,” Second snarled.

Supervillain inclined his head at her, condescending. “I’m sure that’s what Leader’s told you. But let’s be honest, Second, if I went against you, I’d flatten you and then turn you to ash beneath my boot.”

Second surged forward but Leader grabbed her arm, stopping her. “This is exactly what he wants.”

Supervillain shrugged across from them, going to lean on one of the mooring anchors ships tied their ropes to when docking.

“Anyways,” Supervillain continued with a wave. “I decided I wanted a loyal dog, too. A little puppy. Someone to come with me on jobs like this, we can quip back and forth, y’know, fun team building stuff.”

Leader rolled his eyes. “Anything, Scout?”

“Leader, I swear. We’re alone.”

Leader narrowed his gaze at Supervillain who didn’t take that stupid smirk off his face. “Okay. Thanks for the heads up. We’ll be going then.”

Leader began to turn when Supervillain stopped him. “Don’t you want to know who I chose as my protégé, Leader?”

“I’m sure I’ll find out during our next encounter,” Leader said with a wave. “Later.”

“But they’re here right now.”

Nobody moved a step. Leader took a breath. Back turned to Supervillain, he whispered: “Scout?”

“T-there’s… there’s nobody else here but us, Leader.”

A ripple of unease went through the Hero team at Scout’s report. Leader’s mind started racing, did… no— none of his team would betray him. He couldn’t even—

“Got your attention now, Leader?”

“What the hell do you mean?” Leader snarled, turning to face the smirking Supervillain again.

“Exactly what I said.” Supervillain said softly, pushing off the mooring anchor. His eyes glittered dangerously. Happy to have ruffled Leader’s feathers.

Leader turned to glance over his shoulder, but Supervillain chuckled and Leader whipped his head back. “What?!”

“None of your team knowingly betrayed you, Leader,” Supervillain said, as if reading his thoughts. Leader balled his hands into fists by his sides. Screw hiding his emotions. Supervillain knew exactly how rattled he was at this revelation. Supervillain tilted his head to the side. “Or don’t you trust them?”

“Shut up!” Second yelled. “Just shut the hell up! Leader, he’s obviously lying!”

“Am I?”

“Yes,” Second spat. “He’s just doing this to rile you up.”

Supervillain kept his gaze on Leader, the same casual stance so arrogant. So cocky. So at ease. Leader knew he wasn’t bluffing. Leader taught back on Supervillain’s taunts and words and he stiffened.

Supervillain wanted a loyal dog. A puppy. Someone he could train and influence. They were… the team was set in their ways.

Leader swallowed and turned. He looked into two pale green eyes. Youngest blinked as Second turned too, a hand over her mouth. Second whirled and started running for Supervillain, screaming: “no! NO! You can’t have her.”

Rogue joined Second and then there was the clashing of magic and blades as they fought. Youngest blinked at Leader.

“I- I didn’t,” Youngest choked out. “I don’t want to go with him,” she said. “Please Leader. Don’t let him take me.”

A rush of warm air passed by Leader’s ear and he lunged before he knew what he was doing. A flurry of movement. Leader locked with Supervillain in a tornado of a lethal dance; strike, counter strike, block, kick. Blow after blow they traded, until Leader felt his power surge and he slammed Supervillain into the cement wall of the pier with so much force it cracked under Supervillain’s weight.

Supervillain let out a loose, crazed laugh, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. Leader shoved him further in until Supervillain bent double, folded over in the concrete.

“I don’t need to take you, Youngest,” Supervillain cooed, laughing as he pushed against the concrete. “You’re already such a good little Mutt.”

Leader curled his lip back and grabbed Supervillain by the shirt and drew their fist back. Before he could punch Supervillain a hand caught his wrist and Leader’s blood went cold. Supervillain’s smile got wider as Leader glanced at Youngest.

“Youngest?” He asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“Let him go, Leader,” Youngest said. Her voice… it sounded the same. As if she was talking about the weather.

“Youngest,” Leader repeated, breathless.

“I won’t ask again, Leader,” she told him. Leader let go of Supervillain and back up a step. He turned to face Youngest, reaching a hand out to her.

“Youngest, you—” Leader didn’t get to finish before Youngest slapped his hands away and snapped her palm against the air. Leader gasped as a wall of wind slammed him careening backwards across the pier. His back hit the ground first as he tumbled over himself as he lost speed. He groaned as he stopped finally, dizzy as he pushed himself up onto his palms.

“Leader!” Scout shouted down the ear piece, but Leader ignored them all as he saw Youngest help Supervillain out of the wall. Even from this far away Leader could see his stupid, victorious grin.

He pushed himself to his feet, running at the pair, not aware of anything over the rushing in his ears. “SUPERVILLAIN!”

Supervillain saluted Leader as he grabbed Youngest around the waist. “Until next time, Leader.”

Leader roared as he pushed his body faster, harder, but just as Leader reached the place they stood, they disappeared.

“FUCK!” Leader screamed as he whirled in place. “Scout?! Tell me they’re—”

But Scout was breathing raggedly down the line and he cursed again. “They… they’re gone.”

*~*~*~*~*

Tag-list: @whump-in-the-closet @anxious-mess19 @scoundrelwithboba

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solestixx · 1 year ago

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1- lukas matsson x reader

word count ≈ 6600

warning: smut and mid writing

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“Ken- you know this isn’t my scene.” Your voice goes quiet, simply just peering at your brother, anxious for his reaction.

He’s been a bit of a pain in the ass lately, the whole family was a pain in your ass lately, but perhaps it was always this way. The Roy family created chaos and unnecessary drama, that was a given. It was something you tried to detach yourself from; the business, the craze, the constant chatter– it all drained you. From the moment you were born, it was as if your family was screaming from all sides whether it be Roman and Shiv fighting over shit all, or your dad blowing up in your faces.

You always knew that you didn’t fit into the puzzle. You were born a little bit too late, grew up with faint glances of your older siblings, and dismissed like the baby you were. Maybe that was the reason you never considered joining Waystar, or perhaps why a place was never offered.

Your dad was your dad, perpetually disappointed in you – while at the same time maintaining that you were his favourite. You all knew it was Shiv, but the very fact he insisted that it was you made you villain number one to your siblings.

So there you were, their little sister who was a fucking writer, twiddling with your ungroomed thumbs, waiting for your family to forget who you were. That being said, it was a surprise when you opened your email to find a very flashy invite to Kendall’s 40th. You didn’t think that your brother would want what he perceived as his Debbie Downer boring little sister at his grandiose douche fest.

“Come the fuck on, it’s my party, Bambi, cheer up, enjoy yourself for once,” Kendall says. “Come on, I’ll take you somewhere special.” As he’s about to leave, you stop him, placing a hand on his arm.

“Wait, Ken. I have a gift for you.” You hand him an envelope, “I didn’t want it getting lost in the mix.”

Kendall stops with his buzzing, which is probably coke-induced and takes the envelope from your hands. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” you sigh as you watch your brother tuck the envelope into his coat.

He quickly puts a hand on your shoulder before he starts to navigate you around, waving and fistbumping his friends walking by. As quickly as you had gained Kendall’s attention, it faded away from you, as he yelled over at his assistant who seemed new, but you weren’t around enough to know. “Yo! Comfrey, ship up my little sis to the treehouse.”

His assistant – Comfrey, who you knew had definitely been speed walking away from her boss before he hollered out at her – whipped her head towards the both of you. You were the odd couple, Kendall’s glazed over eyes and dopey smile mixed with your grimacing under his touch. “Coming!”

Kendall gives you a pat on the head– a move he often did in childhood, his eyes dead as always as he gives you a good-enough smirk, “You should avoid the other sibs, they’re strictly business right now – serious work only.”

You smile at his unconscious insinuation. You weren't a serious person to them. You weren’t anything you guessed, “Have fun, okay Ken? And try not to be a complete dick tonight,” you ask before Comfrey pulls me away and Kendall saunters off.

You watch your brother from the corner of your eyes, and quickly try to keep up with the bouncing ponytail of his young assistant. The hollowness in your chest that used to exist – that there would be ten years ago – had disappeared now, you were completely okay with the empty promises and empty phrases.

It’s what you grew up on. Raised in the top two floors of the highest buildings in New York, the Scottish highlands with your father’s forgotten castles, or in sprawling ranches in the middle of nowhere for tax purposes. At least that was the childhood you had with the Logan Roy experience.

After Uncle Ewan’s wife passed away, when you went to her funeral with your whole family, Dad decided that he’d leave his youngest with his brother to build your character. Your siblings were already almost in college and you were, well, the youngest and still complaining about multiplication and school field trips. So, from then on, you distanced yourself. Not entirely by your own volition, but every decision after was. And you prayed that every decision following would be as well.

As you try to keep pace with the taller woman, “So Comfrey, how’d you become Kendall’s assistant?”

The woman turns around for a second to get a glance at the youngest Roy, she presses her lips together before curtly responding, “I’m his PR rep.”

All you do is hum in understanding, she was a PR rep that was running around like a low-level worker bee trying to satiate her older brother. It was like all people in their lives.

You pass by the flashing lights, tall glass windows, and strange art installations, not so much admiring them, more like begging to just dissolve into the floor. To melt like the witch in the Wizard of Oz would be your opus, your ooey-gooey pile of person simply having a hard time leaching onto the rich person floors.

When you spot the all-too-familiar treehouse you wince. It seemed that Kendall’s childhood trauma manifested in an exuberant part of his fortieth birthday party. “This is Kendall’s little sister, she’s cool.” Comfrey motions the guards behind her, as you stand awkwardly – it looked like they needed visible confirmation you were you? It took them a second for their heads to look at your orientation.

While they make way for you, opening up the roped fence, you thank Comfrey, then watch her scatter away, and hurry away probably to clean up Kendall’s inevitable fuck-ups.

She was nice enough, you guessed; could be worse.

You wandered through the treehouse with no purpose, staring at the tree trunk columns that looked borderline tacky and its leaf-casted shadows on the walls. You weren’t alone in the room, no there was a boatload of Kendall’s rager hedge fund friends, or celebrities whose faces you remember enough to dart away from – but still, you were alone. You felt eyes on you, people knew that you were a Roy, but eyes don’t give you company.

The space was large enough to walk around for a few minutes, but eventually, you assumed you just looked out-of-place. Pacing around like a failed dracula, circling his already knowing victims. So you resigned yourself to a couch near a wall, praying that nobody approaches you. At least you wouldn’t be sneak-attacked from the back. That was your worst fucking nightmare – a hand on your back and a networking LinkedIn smiley techie.

Leaning into the couch’s thin leather you try to get comfortable. The lights were bright enough you hoped, to not ‘ruin the vibe’ with your phone’s obnoxiously bright screen. Staring at your home screen, you forget any work that you had to do – literally nothing of importance that would make you look like you were doing something. Yes, you were writing a screenplay right now, which would be a good thing to work on if you could concentrate in the noisy fucking room. So you just went on Candy Crush, your finger languidly swiping your high school iPhone wanting to shoot yourself.

You spent an adequate amount of time doing that, getting cozy enough to tuck your feet under your body and let your hair out from the bun it was in. It felt okay, you still wanted to go home, but you were waiting until at least ten percent of the crowd was gone so Kendall wouldn’t get prissy.

But you couldn’t keep the peace, of course, you couldn’t. Because there Kendall comes into the room, not looking for you, but for a man sitting on one of the benches in the middle of the party.

“There he is!” You internally shrink, like a deflated balloon as your brother approaches. You hide like you were habitually doing as a child, trying to dart off from where you were oh-so comfortable. You hear Kendall saying some other bullshit which you tune out in your panic, but as you’re set to leave he calls out your name.

“Bambs!” He turns to the man next to him, “This is my sister– she isn’t a vulture like the other ones, don't worry about that.” He looks back at you, then at the man again, “She’ll take care of you, they avoid her like a fucking plague.”

“Really nice, Ken,” you say, walking towards them reluctantly, resigning to sit next to the blonde man. He was tired-looking with hardly-noticeable but still visible rings underneath his eyes, a small smirk of interest on his face as he doesn’t shuffle to give you space, instead moving closer to you.

Kendall leaves, for a reason you are unsure of. You try to stare in his retreating direction as you feel the stranger’s hot eyes on you. You couldn’t read this guy, he seemed like a regular dude at first glance and to your relief he didn’t seem crazed in the eyes or serial-rapey.

“You’re the youngest one, aren’t you? The recluse?” he asks, his accent isn’t American, it was something Nordic – you hadn’t met many of them in your life.

You turn towards him, to be polite of course, although your body tries to twist awkwardly, making sure he isn’t too close, “Good use of deduction.” He’s attractive, vaguely familiar like everyone in the room, obviously important to your brother, but you still have no fucking clue who he is. “And you’re? One of my brother’s friends?”

He smirks, laying back on a column behind him, “Yeah, we’re best buddies, like peas and a pod.”

“No name?” He laughs, like he was in disbelief that you didn’t know who he was, “I like this, I’ll be your mystery man, hmm?” He leans further towards you, raising his eyebrows – the lack of space making your face hot.

You try to escape any feelings of chagrin, crossing your legs, and staring into his eyes which felt like it was more of his soul. Who was this fucking dude? “A mystery man in my childhood treehouse, you’re sounding like a pedophile to me…”

He nods as though he agrees, laughing, “You have a history in this, I assume, with your family.” Oh yes, Uncle Mo. “What do you do? The tabloids say… writer?”

A part of you feels insecure in your lack of knowledge about him. He knows your occupation, your name, and would probably be able to trace your life back to childhood through the internet, while you sat here like prey for his predator. All in his casual clothing and wolfish smile.

“Yes, some screenwriting, some things more authorial, enough to get by.”

It seemed like the idea of ‘getting by’ was amusing to him as he smiled when you said that. Almost as if he was in disbelief that a Roy would ever need to make enough to get by. Maybe he was older money, maybe he grew up in a big castle like you, a prince or something… your mother had always had people like that over when you were young. It was funny, the old aristocrats with their wine and screaming kids. No he wasn’t old money... his whole being read new. New money. New power.

“You dress like you write children’s books, like a sexy-librarian-kindergarten teacher – it’s hot, if I dare-say,” he says. You can feel him looking her up and down and she doesn’t know if you hate it or like it. You may be leaning to the latter with how lonely you’d been feeling for so long.

You almost roll your eyes, although your face heats up. How long has it been since someone somewhat complimented you? Sure they called your writing good, praised you in those magazines– no journals they called them, but nobody ever looked at you. Even if it was a half-insult.

You did dress conservatively, at least to control the narrative of yourself. Stemming mostly from when the paps took pictures up your skirt as a teenager. They weren’t even decent enough to wait until you were eighteen, the moment the vultures saw that you wore a short-enough skirt they chased you around trying to get a glimpse of the most elusive Roy sibling; the paps were constantly chasing a story, and for the duration of your childhood you were the most interesting part of the billion-piece puzzle belonging to the Roy family.

Without any response, he moves even closer, if that’s humanly possible – your arms pressing up against each other. He was warm, warmer than the stuffy room around the two of you, “Trying to insinuate something, mystery man?”

“Ja, maybe I am,” he says, before leaning close to your face. “Let’s go somewhere more private.” He offers you a hand to get up, which your body wills you to take, but your brain knows logically any man your brother wants to woo is a douche, yet you’d always think with your feelings. He pulls you through the treehouse, walking into more of a secluded room.

You feel people watching you, more than before, more than they would the youngest Roy, but his hand feels so warm in yours, and he was even more attractive standing up. Taller than your smaller stature – you were the shortest of your siblings along with the youngest, the baby. It felt nice walking next to him, it felt safe. But still, it felt almost dangerous.

You breathe out a thank god as the two of you get off of the wooden bench and your butt touches a soft surface again. It’s more secluded than your spot before but like every corner of the party, there were still people around you.

“Not a fan of crowds?” he asks, getting comfortable on the couch and leaning back as you feel his hand rise slowly on your thigh. Like he’s apprehensively confident.

“Is anyone really?” you ask him, he nods slowly, his eyes asking me to go on, “I don’t know why I’m here, maybe just feeling shitty about my family situation, you know? I don't spend much time with them… ever.” You eye the man as he intensely looks back at you – eyefucking you believe it’s called. Oh and his eyes are blue, you’d never noticed that before — remarkably they’re not empty, the soul was still there, at least right now. You have to admit that he’s hot, in this light even more so. His features affirm my suspicions of where he’s from– and as you stare at him even longer you can't quite remember when you’d ever seen a hotter man. “Do you still have no name?”

He grins, looking away, “You’ll know soon enough, won’t you? This is fun for now.”

“The only name I know you by is pedophile, and I don’t think you want people overhearing. Seems like we have eavesdroppers,” you glance over at the small groups of people around you. You assume that they’re small investors, that they probably know Kendall and whatever business he has with the mystery man.

“You’re right, my facial expressions plus my conversation are very relevant to the stock market and usually equals tanking.”

“You talking to me will probably tank it, whatever stock you’re talking about—“ you stop yourself from continuing, would Dad be mad that you were talking to him? “You’re not part of Kendall’s crusade, right? Like my father won’t try and assassinate me for speaking to you?”

It’s almost like he enjoys that notion as he laughs to himself, “Don’t worry about Kendall, your dad hiring a guy maybe, but right now I’m to be courted.” He gestures with his hands – which to you are strangely very animated, “You care about what your dad says, do you?”

You respond nonchalantly, though your hands squirm and you look to the ground, “It’s a constant fuck him, and at the same time I love you, Daddy, I guess. He was shit, is shit, but sometimes he’s not too bad.”

“You call him daddy?”

For the second time today, you feel yourself crawl into your skin, “Oh yeah, when we’re in bed together definitely.”

Mystery man almost giggles at your comment, and there’s something affable about that. He was constantly switching from this serious man to a very unserious one. There was some strange part of this that you liked, you liked the attention the way that he looked at you, the bubble he created around the two of you, the way his hand was increasingly inching.

You think back to the way this night started. You were quite desperate to leave, a bit dampened by the way Kendall accepted your gift, and guilty that you weren't at home taking care of your cat and working. Then you were delivered by this tall Viking man and you were uncomfortably comfortable with the way he made you feel.

“I kind of want to get drunk.”

“I have no qualms with that,” he responds, a grin on his face as you both get up and inch towards the bar, his hand slipping onto your back easily.

The time at the bar was spent in easy conversation, you stand against the wall, with him looming in front of you as you drink together. Him a beer and you a drink with a name you’re unsure of – hating yourself for so much enjoying the tang of the liquified poison.

“Why aren’t you part of your family’s business?”

The way he looks at you… you feel like there’s genuine interest, you look into his eyes and there’s a gleam that scares me. Was he playing with you? Was this a play for your family? You still have no clue who this man is. You let him get too close to yourself, hand on your waist – eyes on yours, too close for a stranger. But you just want to be happy, to feel like you exist again. Not a fly on the wall, the main course.

“You know,” you shrug your shoulders, taking another sip as he just looks at you with a weird facial thing that you don’t quite understand. Like he’s teasing you, but ever so slightly, begging you to spill – which you do. “I’m the baby, y’know – Bambi or whatever.”

He tilts his head back as he absorbs, “Bambi… I like that, you look like a Bambi – the deer right?”

“Yes the deer, they–” I hurriedly take another sip of my drink as I recount the story of my ubiquitous nickname, “Once Dad went hunting and brought me along, we spotted a deer and instead of uh– killing it I kind of ran towards it, while his gun was still aimed. He said that he was about to shoot me like I was a Bambi, he said I was so fast that he almost pulled the trigger while watching me through the scope.”

Mystery man looks at me with wide eyes, “Jesus fuck, that’s a shit thing to say. How old were you?”

“Uh maybe ten, by then my siblings were gone and he visited me where I lived with Uncle Ewan in Canada.”

“What a fucking prick.”

“Yeah.”

You stare at each other for a minute, him in front of you and you below him, you really like his eyes. You break it though, your head was starting to spin from the one drink and he was making it almost worse. “Come on, let’s go sit down, I’m gonna get stumbly.”

Pushing yourself away from the wall, you walk towards an empty space with a few chairs around a table and plop yourself down. Curling into yourself, you can just feel him situating himself next to you.

“You’re a lightweight, aren’t you? You look like one too,” he says, taking a swig of his still-almost-full beer.

You glare up at him as you start dozing off, “I’m gonna nap, you do you, pedophile.”

He guffaws, “Okay, no more pedophile jokes, the press hears and I’m done.”

“I wouldn’t know,” you mutter before tucking your head into your own shoulder.

“I have to ask you something before you nod off.” He seems almost genuine in his words as he furrows his eyebrows and leans towards your chair. You lift yourself ever so slightly showing that you’re listening. “We’ll fuck later right? Like guaranteed?”

You close your eyes again before you can roll them, although a tiny smile slips onto your face – you hope he won’t see it as you bury your face into the back of the lounge chair.

“I saw that grin, I’m going to take that as a yes.”

“Fuck off, asshole.”

“Don’t contradict yourself now.”

You shake your head in mock embarrassment as you go to sleep. Your head was throbbing a bit, and your heart was beating faster – but you realize that you’d forgotten the loud music, and the crowds of people around. You’d forgotten. You’d found solace after so many years looking for it, in the middle of a mock replica of your childhood treehouse.

And this sleep was peaceful for a while, but then a fucking earthquake rumbled you awake.

“What the fuck,” you grunted as you felt hands on your shoulders, your eyes bulge open and you see Roman above you. “Rome, leave me alone, you bitch.”

“Were you trying to seduce Matsson for dad?”

You just roll your eyes, not understanding in your incoherent state what the fuck your brother was talking about – per usual. Looking around you saw that mystery man was gone, and the party was still raging around you. And his name was Matsson? Strange name, but a little bit fitting.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about… why’d you even wake me up, miss me that bad?” you asked, clearly trying to antagonize him with your whiny voice.

Roman with all his pessimism and ass-holery deadpans at you, “Well I’m fuckin’ sorry, you totally missed the six foot tall Viking who was camped out beside your unconscious body?”

“Is that not the point of being unconscious, dumbass?”

“Did you fuck him, Bambi? Were you so fucking tired after fucking him that you had to take a big girl nap?”

“There’s something psychologically wrong with you.”

Roman sits squatting on the top of the chair as he pseudo-interrogates you, “Y’know he didn’t let me fucking wake you up, was that a power play or did you let him do you?”

“Rome, I have no idea who that man was, he just said he was your friend and Ken told me to keep an eye on him.” Half-lying was your thing, you guessed. Your life was full of half-lies, momentary omissions of details, ignoring parts of sentences so you seemed more innocent. That was the life of a youngest child out of five you guessed.

“And since when were you Kendall’s bitch?” “Since he invited me to something, unlike you.”

Roman completely skipped your comment before going off again, “Did he tell you anything, Matsson?”

“Oh yeah, he told me he fucking hates your guts,” you say with a smile, watching your brother getting riled up.

“I’m going to tell Dad that you fucked him if you don’t tell me the truth,” he threatens, it was fun being in this position. You’d so regularly in your childhood been put down by your older siblings, so it was interesting being the one to give it back to them. You finally understood the appeal. Ah, leverage.

You smile as you pretend to recount, a finger to your chin as you mockingly itch it, “Oh he told me that Dad’s an asshole and he has no interest in business with any of you creeps.”

“You’ve seriously been spending too much time with Uncle Looney? You know that right? You sound delusional, completely and utterly gone.”

As you sit up straighter trying to compose yourself, you eye Shiv coming over to where you and Roman sit (although he’s very much standing, pacing, like a lunatic), her hair a mess and her makeup smudged all over. She’d either just had mind blowing sex or something was seriously wrong with her.

You and your sister were strained to say the least. You wanted the idealized big sister who would braid your hair and make you up. The sister who would talk about boys with you and argue with you over stealing her clothes. You guessed Shiv more so wanted to prove herself to Dad – she’d always been his favourite. You were more of an afterthought to her. The kind of afterthought that made you do a double take when you remember that you’d buried it so long ago.

There wasn’t any sentimentality in the title of sister with the two of you. You were just another sibling, and probably her third favourite before Connor. But still, you love her, and you know in the deep recesses of her heart she loves you too. All the siblings love each other, although a strong belief for you was that there were certain dynamics that you were excluded from because of your age and difference in childhood.

“You do you, Roman. Just know that I’m hoping for your business with him to fail, just handing you my two cents.” Business was a strange concept to you, you were always pushed away from it as a child, leading you to know less than nothing about it. At one point you felt like you would go into it, but that too was ripped away from you. So right now, you just wanted to make Roman feel bad. Sure it was wrong to want to churn your brother into pieces, but it felt so good.

“I know you’re a fucking liar, so just like, sit with that, okay?”

“Whatever, Roman.”

Roman ignores your words calling out for Shiv. Shiv runs a finger through straight but frizzy hair before coming to give you a half-hug.

The hug was weird and a little bit detached, but it was something, and it made you feel not instantly uncomfortable, but almost happy. Happy to see your sister again a little bit. “Bambi, it’s been like two fucking years.”

It hadn’t been, but you agree. It felt like it.

“I didn’t know you were keeping track–” you try to say, but Roman quickly cuts you off. Biting off that Shiv was out dancing. Dancing was a human thing. You didn’t know your only sister was a human.

“Guys, I’m gonna go now, I’ll probably not be in touch, so yeah,” you try and gracefully leave as your siblings bicker about finessing or some shit.

They both nod non-committedly as you trot off observing Kendall and Connnor at the opposite poles of the room. You choose to not go off towards Kendall, who you knew probably already ruined his night with his overthinking or underthinking. Instead you go to Connor, probably your only kind brother, albeit the fact sometimes he was fucking lawful psychotic.

“Con, Con,” you call out, your small purse at your side as you push it around your body – you’d refused to give it to security earlier, citing personal reasons which they were too scared to deny. They probably assumed it was your period or something like that – you’d made that insinuation when they didn’t relent for your last name.

You see Connor’s coated body turn around as he returns your call, “Bambi! My favourite sister – you remember Willa?” Connor gestures to his arm candy, who didn’t seem too excited to meet you – or meet you again, but obviously faked it. She was very pretty, nearly to the point where she made you feel insecure. But then again, no hate for your brother, but she was with your brother. You were sure Connor had mentioned her in a phone call, but you two never really talked about those kinds of things. He was always ranting on about politics (you think you’re the only one who would listen, so he took advantage of that) or you would talk about your life – never about the company, or really how he was doing besides his ranch.

“Yes, at Shiv’s wedding, I believe?” She just nods, and you’re both just pretending to know when you last met. There was no recognition in her eyes, and you don’t think you’d ever interacted with her. It was a nice connection you’d had, a shared lie always brings people together.

“Ken, told me you were here, but I thought you’d be gone by now.” Connor pulls you into a hug before saying, “Have you been taking care of yourself, sis?”

“I’ve been doing okay, normally as always.” Noticing his cast, she asks, “What’s up with your arm, Con’?”

“Oh, I was doing an Irish jig as one does, and boom I slipped and it bent in all different directions,” he describes in a strangely vivid way. “I’m feeling better though, Willa helped me recover, right sweetheart?”

“Yep,” she nodded, a smile on her face as she bore her eyes into mine – uncomfortable? Very.

Connor was probably the only one of your siblings you regularly spoke to, yes it was by phone, and no you didn’t always enjoy it, but there was a beautiful normalcy to speaking on the phone with your brother. With Kendall or Roman it always turned into business– about Dad. With Shiv it was her ranting about some political thing, well maybe that was before she turned so Waystar-loco.

Connor was your normal brother.

“Have you heard of my recent presidential proclivities?” he asks, tilting his head as he looks at Willa for support – in which she enthusiastically nods her head.

Maybe he wasn’t exactly the most normal of brothers, but he was more normal than the brother who spoke about you having sex weirdly too much or the one who can’t stop fucking over your dad and snorting cocaine.

You nod, but before you hear a tumble and watch Roman bending over a kneeling Kendall. What a fucking dick. Kendall’s girlfriend, who you also didn’t recognize was helping him up, and you stood there with no intention to help or rush in, frozen to your spot.

Connor shouts out, “Everyone take it easy, okay?” as Roman maniacally laughs and Kendall helps himself up.

As Kendall walks past you, Connor, and Willa he grumbles, “Take your fucking coat off,” repeating it to Connor as he walks like a man scorned. Willa blocks Connor from Kendall trying to calm the younger brother down. You avert Kendall’s gaze, standing next to Willa blocking Connor who looks to the ground much like you.

Shiv seemingly walks away from the scene as well, but in the opposite direction from Kendall, and immediately after Willa and Connor walk arm in arm out, saying a quiet goodbye to you.

With one glance to Roman, who’s still muttering curses under his breath on the sofa chairs, you leave. You’d quickly sobered up, and it was time to face the darkness of New York. Walking out of the luxurious Manhattan skyscraper you peer at the artificially brightened roads and the strange silence of the backroads. Instead of taking an Uber or Taxi, you opt for the Subway. You didn’t take an allowance from your Dad like Connor did, you never inherited anything ever, and your last poetry anthology wasn’t lucrative enough to have casual taxi money. You were sure nothing would happen on the Subway, from experience you know that there would just be a few people throwing up and tired workers coming home from the night shift.

Before walking down into the station, you check your phone, one hand on the railing and the other carefully gripping onto your phone. Attention split both ways.

Unknown

Know who I am yet?

1 Missed Call from Unknown

Your heart skips a beat, an adrenaline rich positive-ending to the night beat skip.

Instead of heading inside, you turn around, sitting down on the top step of the stairs, hoping a coked up crypto-bro doesn’t push you down.

Pressing the call, a part of you hopes he doesn’t pick up, so you can return to normalcy, but the heart wants what the heart wants.

“Bambi?”

You groan, “I thought the story would stop you from calling me that.”

“Not because of the story, it suits you–” he pauses, the line going crackly as you hear him talk to someone, “You’ve left the party?”

“Yeah, walking home now.” “Walking? This is America, ja? You’re on a death mission.”

“It’s not too late, you know serial killers only come out after two in the morning.”

“I can send a car, hmm? You can come over here.”

“What does ‘over here’ mean? To a stranger’s home?”

“You promised me something, didn’t you?”

“Hmmmm, a promise? I don’t remember.”

“Send me your location, I’ll get my guy to get you.”

“Okay, I’ll send my location to a stranger just because he was nice to me at my brother’s party.”

“See you soon then.”

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The drive was awkward to Matsson’s (you preferred mystery man to what seemingly sounded like a last name, although it might be a first, Europeans were in themselves a mystery as well). The driver was quiet, and the car was a rich person’s. It was a car you were all too familiar with, the car you drove in during your childhood, the same tinted windows and leather seats.

Same thing of riding up to the penthouse of a hotel – he was only here temporarily you surmised. You’d probably be a one-time thing.

When the elevator doors beep open and you’re in a hallway with one door, anxiety fills you up. What if this was a trap? If he was some sort of sexual pervert, or even worse an axe murderer with an even worse temper than anyone you could find on the New York streets?

But before you can even knock the door swings open and a hand pulls you in, “Fucking asshole,” you whisper as you feel his lips trace over yours, your breath in his.

He’s rough, and rushed, like he’s a man starved – of you.

As he starts tracing his fingers underneath your shirt you push his back, two hands on his chest as he kneels his head to meet yours. “What’s wrong?” “I don’t know your name,” you say, almost embarrassed that you hadn’t found it on your own, “Matsson? That’s your name.”

He doesn’t respond, just pulls you close to him, before picking you up into his arms. You restrain a squeal as you struggle in his arms. He navigates through the hallways, looking as though he was confused on the layout of his own homebase, he finds the bed – splaying you down and standing above you like an animal.

“You know, I refuse to orgasm without your name,” you insist. He moves closer and closer, uncharacteristically quiet as he pulls your shirt up laying a hand on your stomach, the other tracing over your soaked panties, slowly creeping towards your sensitive skin.

He’s strangely gentle with it, until he pulls your panties to the side, spreading open your legs as he buries his face into your pussy. You move your two legs onto his shoulders, as plays with your nipples – languid twisting and faint touches that leave you just wanting more.

You let out a yelp as you feel his tongue move into you, like a fucking shark he dives into your clit as he watches you for your reaction. You know you look like a mess, breathless and desperate. “Please, please–” you moan, desperate for his tongue, for his touch, his everything.

“Your pussy’s so good, baby– fucking heaven,” he whispers into where his head lay between your thighs. As he blows gently on it, you are wholly exposed and cold, you start squirming. Your thighs start pressing around his head, trying to push him further, which seemed to turn him on even more. Your legs start to shake as your orgasm builds up and builds up, you feel like screaming from the bliss of it, his attack on your pussy is like God reigning down on earth. “Refuse to orgasm, hmm? Want me to stop?”

You shake your head as he continues, “Please, keep going, keep going—” He listens to you, beginning to rub your clit as the feeling of everything continues to crash down on you

“Come baby, come.” He keeps on licking you up, every fucking crevasse.

Your orgasm came hard and quick, with a groan and a twitch your eyes rolled over as you released his head from in between your thighs, and as quickly as he got there, he climbed on top of you – his larger body engulfing yours as he hurriedly kisses you.

“I want to inside me,” you say into his ear, you could feel him from underneath his pants as he grabs your ass, groaning into you as you palm him.

“Take off your fucking clothes,” he orders, as you do it, you take off the loose t-shirt you’d been wearing to Kendall’s party off slowly, you can feel him staring at your tits, and a part of you loves it. Loves the attention you get from him. As you take off your pants from where they are bunched up from your ankles, and then the greenish-blue granny panties you wear, you watch him take his suede pants and then his boxers off. Oh god, you feel yourself thinking as you stare at him.

He picks you up as he brings his length into your entrance, rubbing it on your clit. He keeps going, relentless before he surprises you and slips it in, tilting your head towards him so he could watch you as he fucked you.

You hear him groan as he starts with slow thrusts, he would push in and then wait five seconds before slowly sliding out— making sure you felt every inch of him. He was too big and you felt so full, with every time he pulled out you felt like five years were taken from your life span, that time had slowed down too much. You fucking needed him.

Of course he starts going fast, rough. There were no thoughts in your mind as you arched against him, and moaned in his mouth as he kissed you. Deeply and raw, like he had everything to lose and you would disappear in a heartbeat.

Pinning your hands above your head, he continues with his pace, passionately and without bore– “You’re so good for me, I just want to be inside you all the time,” he says a grin on his face as he watches your face before glancing down looking at his dick pound into you.

He presses kisses to your throat as he whispers, “My name’s Lukas, Lukas Matsson–” strangely enough hearing his name sends you off the edge as you moan out unintelligibly, overstimulated as he keeps on going, getting more and more erratic.

Not long after, he pumps into you a few more times before completely spilling inside of you, collapsing on top of you, not leaving your warmth as he buries himself deeper.

You don’t say anything afterwards, you let him lay on top of you as he stays inside of you all the same. It feels like time doesn’t pass as he wraps his arms around you, “Stay the night?” he asks, all you do is nod.

You lay in silence for a few more seconds before you tell him, “I’m on birth control, by the way, pretty fucking risky to cum inside me without asking though.”

“I wouldn’t be mad at a little me running around if I could fuck you again.”

Not saying anything, you press a kiss to his neck before tucking yourself closer into his body– finding sleep comes to you when so often it fails you.

#lukas matsson #succession #lukas matsson x reader #lukas matsson x roy!reader #fem reader #smut #first time writing smut #to be continued #kendall roy #succession fanfic #succession x reader #will post on ao3 when more chapters

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swiiivet-screamathon · 26 days ago

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Waffled - Another Shadow Milk Redemption One lol

Shadow Milk followed Pure Vanilla back to Crispia and found out being powerless, bored and influenceable makes you really bad at staying villainous.

Content: Non-Linear Short Stories & Art

Themes? Genres? Whichevers more correct: The chance for redemption, the autonomy required to become better, being granted the opportunity to make our own choices, the time needed to rehabilitate, the evolution of change

Premise Summary: After Pure Vanilla (Pv) became the Cookie of Deceit and accepted the "corrupted" Souljam it turns out the reason why it was turning from blue to white wasn't because he was losing his faith in the Truth, but because Shadow Milk (Smilk) had inadvertently given it some of his own powers, resulting in him becoming significantly weakened compared not only to just Pv's newly acquired awakening but also the Souljam's Smilk infused power he now held, causing Smilk to flee after his valiant effort. Once he notices that his tower is crumbling and Pv planning to leave he makes a very brash decision due to being emotionally raw and very angry; so he decides to follow Pv when they depart from Beast-Yeast so that he can potentially get a new opportunity in the future to regain his powers and get his revenge. Pv however knowing Smilk so intimately knows that him following them back home is incredibly likely and plans accordingly. That plan being to not return to the Vanilla Kingdom but instead lead him to the Cookie Kingdom with the intent of executing a friendship plan as an underhanded, sneaky redemption arc right under Smilk's nose, no matter how long it takes.

After a long, methodical process Smilk slowly recognizes that in this weakened condition on top of being surrounded and outnumbered means that he cannot get what he wants in the present moment, that scenario on its own makes any villainous plots difficult to execute. So with nothing else to do besides stare at Pv for more months he allows himself to get distracted by one inquisitive cookie, who seems to not be all that dissimilar from him fundamentally. But yk, this distraction and intrigue doesn't mean anything at all, obviously, he's toootally still planning on getting that souljam back and return his powers, thats fully on the agenda and it's frankly embarrassing you think that plan has just been dropped-- just uh, yk, it doesn't need to be right now, does it?

Predominant Characters: (Primary) Pure Vanilla, Shadow Milk, Strawberry Crepe (Supporting) Espresso, White Lily, Dark Cacao (Notable Mentions/Tertiary) Black Raisin, Candy Apple, Black Sapphire, Golden Cheese, Gingerbrave, Strawberry, Wizard + Frequent One Off Cameos

AU's Goals: Primarily a canon compliant/in character method for Smilk to be redeemed. Secondarily get Smilk and Strawberry Crepe in the same room together + Analysing Smilk's character when pushed and stretched. Tertiarily to get Smilk to interact with most of the other cookies.

Ships?: Yes and No, shipping is not canon compliant which goes against the main intention of the au, but for funsies I wanted to anyways so I have a tag for when the shipping is intended. The reader is never obligated to view any posts as either explicitly platonic or romantic, the tags are just for authorial intent; you can have your own opinion about it lol.

White Lily, Dark Cacao, Pure Vanilla, Shadow Milk-- all in a fun pile together :p

Will you roleplay?: I mean I never intended to, but I can dust off my roots if anyone wants me to, sounds fun; but it'll probably not be "canon". If anyone does I'll prob add a tag for it

Can I contribute in any way?: Sure lol, its not like I can stop anyone but if you're someone who needs permission this isn't like, my baby or anythin, I'm not gonna be mad if you want to create off my ideas lmao. Would be neat not to yap to myself though

Tags: #waffled au -> for the "main story" - #syrupy waffled au -> authorial intended shipping - #waffling waffled au -> if anyone else ever makes content I'll reblog it but I'll have super scathing comments beware /lh

Additional Comments: Read the tags if you want insight on how I'm thinkin lol-- Also I the op is heavily disordered and not the greatest of writers, so hopefully any mistakes don't ruin anythin for any o you

Also just to clear my own conscience, "Why do they look different/have a redesign? That's not very canon of you." Disregarding that I don't think havin new costumes automatically makes them incompatible w canon, I think it makes a better story to see their appearance change and evolve as they evolve, so I'm gonna do that-- which tbf would make it non compliant cause crk isnt a good story HA (/j ofc lol)

#crk #cookie run kingdom #waffled au #shadow milk cookie #pure vanilla cookie #strawberry crepe cookie #cookie run kingdom au #crk au #idk just thought this was handy to have #feel free to reblog as much as ya want this is designed to be reblogged lol #shadownilla #puremilk #pureshadow #tag for reach

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nanaosaki3940 · 1 year ago

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Romance Manhwa You All Should Read...

So there are a few Korean manhwa that I have been reading recently. Some are new manhwa which I just picked up to read while the others are old ones that I read before and now I'm re-reading them again. All of them are of modern-setting with the premise of high school or college romance. 🥰🥰🥰

The new ones that I'm reading for the first time -

My First Love Hate

Seasons Of Blossom

Our Secret Alliance

Just Twilight

I Don't Hate Us

Cheese In The Trap

Revelation Of Youth

Operation Name: Pure Love

The Law Of Being Friends With A Male

My Introverted Boy

See You in My 19th Life

The old ones that I've read before and now re-reading them again -

Something About Us

Positively Yours

Marked By King BS

The ones that I haven't read yet but want to get into it -

Romance 101

My Younger Brother's Friends

Rewriting Our Love Story

1 Plus 1

Villain With A Crush

This Must Be Love

Now I wanna talk about some of the Manhwa series that I recently read in the last couple of days...

Our Secret Alliance

Manhwa Status: Completed Troupe: Childhood best friends turned lovers. THE NO. 1 BEST FUCKING "CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TURNED LOVERS" TROUPE MANHWA OUT THERE💘!! PERIOD😤!!!

No, seriously. I really enjoyed reading this series, and OMG !!! Female lead Se-i Yun and male lead Jaeha Kim are so fucking adorable!!! Se-i is a cutie, for sure, and seeing Jaeha as a boyfriend in this story raised my "boyfriend" expectations to an unrealistic height...

Also warning: you'll encounter a soft, bashful male lead here... so beware!!!

Seasons Of Blossom

Manhwa Status: Completed This story has four different parts: Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter. And damn, the stories are so good, y'all!!

(This is gonna be a LONG rant here btw...)

I really loved the 1st part of the series "Bomi's Flower" which is the season of Spring. The sweet female lead (Bomi Yun), one of the most popular and studious girls in school, has a little crush on the 2nd male lead (Jaemin Lee), another popular kid in school, but later finds out that her best friend/2nd female lead (Seonhui Kang) also has a crush on Jaemin. But the thing is everyone in their school ships Bomi and Jaemin together as a romantic couple. Seonhui also shows her genuine support to Bomi as a good friend if she ever tries to get together with Jaemin, but Bomi knows that deep down inside her heart Seonhui is hurting by the fact that Jaemin likes Bomi and everyone ships them, meaning her love towards Jaemin is unrequited. So to save her friendship with Seonhui and also to save Seonhui from a potential heartbreak, Bomi gets into a fake relationship with the male lead (Jinyeong Choi), so that Seonhui and Jaemin get the chance to be together... But the thing is Jinyeong is the complete opposite of Bomi. Unlike Bomi, Jinyeong is blunt, ruthless with his words, always has a straight bored look on his face, and has an "I don't give a fuck" kinda attitude. He doesn't fuck around and hates those typical high school dramas and bullshit. Even though he's a gaming otaku and only has two male friends, he's quite famous among the students; guys want to be friends with him because of his game recommendations and girls think he's really cute. Also despite the fact that he's shorter than Bomi in height, my man has balls for sure when it comes to speaking up about his mind or taking action for anything.

This story talks about how opposites attract one another, how to discover and learn new yet unexpected things, how to fall in love for the first time in life and that sweet feeling like falling in love in your youth, and how to break out of your own shell and discover a new side of yourself. This 1st part of the series will give you nothing but fluff, sweetness, and butterflies.

And then later comes the 2nd part of the series, the season of Summer aka Hamin's Flower...

Okay, this one was really tough to get through. Not because the story sucked or anything. It's because of how painful, angsty, and heartbreaking it is. In the 1st part (Bomi's Flower aka Spring), we get to know that the 2nd male lead Jaemin Lee had an older brother named Hamin Lee (the golden child of the family) who died 6 years ago by committing suicide. We don't get much info about Hamin Lee in the 1st part (other than the fact that he's Jaemin's brother) until it comes to an end and the 2nd part begins. The 2nd part opens up with Jaemin Lee and the gang bumps into a 24-year-old art college student named Somang Han who happens to be Hamin's girlfriend from high school. Through Somang's narration and flashbacks, we get to know what kind of person Hamin Lee was, how she and Hamin met and fell in love, and how he spiraled into depression which resulted in him ending his own life. And also through Jaemin, we get to know more about Hamin as a son and a brother and how their parents' rough parenting pushed him to darkness and depression. At first, when Hamin was first mentioned in the 1st part, I didn't think much about him and only felt empathy for Jaemin for losing his older brother. But after getting introduced to Hamin in the 2nd part and learning more about him through Somang and Jaemin's POV and narrations, I couldn't help but bawl my eyes out for him in every single chapter. It got even worse for me since I already knew where the story was going and what was going to happen to Hamin in the end (it was more like the Shinichiro Sano effect from Tokyo Revengers like you know who Shinichiro is and what happened to him but that doesn't stop you from falling in love with him despite him being dead throughout the whole series). RIP Hamin Lee; my heart will always go out to you, forever, always.

The 2nd part Hamin's Flower aka Summer talks about some heavy topics/subjects like - dysfunctional families, rough parenting going wrong, dealing with societal burdens and depression, losing your loved ones and dealing with the aftermath, your first tragic love story, handling regrets and dealing with your traumas, how to overcome those traumas, and finally how to let go of your past and move on with life.

Hamin's Flower left me in such a numb and gloomy state that I couldn't read the other two parts (Autumn and Winter), but I'll try to get back and read them sooner or later. Even though I haven't read the complete series yet, I'll still give out a biased statement - I really, really loved Bomi's Flower and Hamin's Flower, and these two parts will always gonna be my favs from this series (doesn't matter to me if Autumn and Winter are better than these two).

Cheese In The Trap

Manhwa Status: Completed The oldest series in this list...

This story... this story... Oh God, where should I begin?!?! I can't believe that I didn't read this until now!! This is a truly mature love story. If you read this wanting a simple light college romance, this is not for you. While there are very cute interactions between the main character and her love interests, it is a very well-thought-out and complex manga - definitely the most realistic I have read thus far. The character development is out of this world and adds a sense of tangibility to the characters that you really don't see in fiction normally. To explain, the important main and side characters in any story are always bound by rules of development to identify them as cogs in a narrative; we have underlying expectations about what the characters might do, or how they might subvert those expectations. But, this webtoon is the study of social relationships and the nature of people. You get to see that there will always be some sort of social hierarchy, that there are meanings and repercussions beyond what you expect to happen in life, and that we all have some degree of victim and perpetrator in us. We all cope and process in different ways, while also continuing and evolving in life the way we know how. Unlike anything I have ever read before.

Also, this story is under the tag of "Psychological Drama" and it's all because of the male lead named Jung Yu. God, I've such a love-hate relationship with him, y'all!! Like I love him but also hate him at the same time. He's mysterious, charming, alluring yet so damn confusing. Also, the fact that he's a sociopath with a bit of a Yandere-ish tendency in him and that he's also obsessed with the female lead (Seol Hong) in a very twisted way??? He's a walking red flag for sure, but then again not... In short, Jung Yu is a complex character and my simple brain just can't comprehend him. I also love the female lead (Seol Hong), the 2nd male lead (Inho Baek), and Seol's two best friends (Bora Jang and Euntaek Kwon). The only important side character I despise is Inho's twin sister Inha Baek (don't ask why; just go and read it for yourself and you'll know why... also I hate those bully characters too btw, just so you know...).

I Don't Hate Us

Manhwa Status: Completed Troupe: Childhood best friends turned lovers.

Another series with "childhood best friends turned lovers" troupe done right!!

The female lead (Wonsu Ha) and the male lead (Jaesu Sang) have been childhood best friends since their middle school days. They had been best friends through high school and college until one day Wonsu got herself a boyfriend. Jaesu has romantic feelings for Wonsu, but she only sees him as a friend and has platonic love for him. Wonsu then breaks up with her boyfriend, not because the guy is a cheater but because they aren't that compatible with each other, so they mutually break up and separate. Wonsu also gets separated from Jaesu because his romantic feelings for her were getting in the way of their friendship at the time, and also her relationship with her ex-boyfriend took a toll on her mentally and emotionally, so she cut off all her connection and simply focused on her studies and graduating from university. Years later, now working in a small yet growing company, Wonsu reconnects with an adult and more mature Jaesu, who now works in a multinational corporation, and that's when sparks and butterflies start to fly left, right, and center. Almost all the characters are likable, the story and the plot are realistic, and overall it was an enjoyable read for me truly.

Also warning: you'll encounter a soft, bashful male lead here... so beware!!! I mean, the fact that despite the bad boy looks and everything, he's so cute like a puppy is fucking adorable, yo!!!

My First Love Hate

Manhwa Status: On-going Troupe: Childhood best friends turned lovers

This one came out this year and so far I'm really enjoying it. Just like the previously mentioned series above, the female lead (Eunha Kang) is relatable, funny, smart, studious, strong-willed, and whatnot. The male lead (Seungmin Ha) is Eunha's childhood best friend since elementary school but they stopped hanging out with one another ever since he became a delinquent back in high school despite the fact that they went to the same school and were in the same classroom. Years later, Eunha got into a prestigious university in Seoul and later learned that Seungmin was also at that university!! Not only that, he also stopped being a delinquent for good and suddenly started dressing up like a nerdy college boy. When Eunha asked what he was trying to do, Seungmin simply replied that he was returning back to his old self again and wanted to reconnect with Eunha... But things got a bit spicy all of a sudden when a tattoo-bodied 2nd male lead named Ryu Seonhoo walked into the scene and Eunha had to tutor him for the GED test on a regular basis...

Also warning: you'll encounter a soft, bashful, puppy-like male lead AND 2nd male lead here... so beware!!!

Just Twilight

Mahwa Status: Ongoing Troupe: Strangers to friends to lovers

I won't say anything about it... JUST FUCKING READ THIS SHIT ALREADY!!!

If you're a fan of another famous manhwa series called "Positively Yours", then you'll also love this series since it's written by the same author. The female lead (Junyoung Yun) is literally my spirit animal and the male lead (Beomjin Kwon) is such a husbando material, y'all... like, just look at him!!!

That's all for now... I'll make more Korean manhwa recommendation posts again very soon!!!

My manhwa recommendation list posts - Link 1, Link 2, and Link 3.

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