#conversations about the relationships they’re in

[lazysoulwriter]

baby fever - pedro pascal.

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Pedro doesn’t expect much when he knocks on your brother’s door that night—just a quiet evening, maybe a movie with you, stealing kisses while your niece dozes off. He doesn’t think twice when he lets himself in, greeting your brother’s dog, making his way down the hall.

But then he hears it.

A tiny, giggly voice belting out something off-key, followed by yours—so much sweeter, effortlessly in tune.

Pedro’s brows lift. Curious, he peeks into the living room, and the sight nearly knocks the wind out of him.

You and your niece, standing on the couch like it’s a concert stage. She’s gripping a cheap, plastic microphone with a little speaker attached, absolutely screaming some kids’ song while you crouch beside her, harmonizing with exaggerated emotion. When the song reaches its big, dramatic note, she throws an arm around you, pulling you into a tight hug.

Pedro’s heart aches.

Not the bad kind of ache, no. The full, overwhelming, what-the-hell-is-this kind.

You laugh into her hug, pressing a noisy kiss to her cheek before pulling back just enough to dramatically whisper into the mic, “One more song, superstar?”

“YES!” she shrieks.

Pedro huffs a quiet, stunned laugh, leaning against the doorframe. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything cuter in his life.

And he’s seen you every day.

You’re so good with kids. It’s not just your niece—kids have always adored you, gravitating toward you like you’ve got some secret superpower. Maybe you do. Maybe it’s the way you actually listen to them, how you talk to them like they’re people instead of tiny, sticky creatures.

And they love you for it.

Including this one, who is now aggressively trying to hand you a plastic tambourine.

“Sing, sing, sing!” she chants.

You take the tambourine with a dramatic sigh. “I don’t know, I’m getting so tired…”

“Nooo, you have to!” she whines, tugging at your arm. “One more song, pleeease!”

Pedro watches as you pretend to consider it, tapping your chin.

Then you grin. “Alright, one more. But only if we dedicate it to Uncle Pedro.”

At the mention of his name, he startles slightly, his heart already pounding from just watching you.

Your niece gasps, delighted. “He’s here?!”

Pedro barely has time to brace himself before she spots him and launches off the couch. He catches her just in time, huffing out a laugh as she clings to him.

“You came!” she cheers, like he’s a celebrity she wasn’t expecting at her show.

“Wouldn’t miss it, superstar,” he teases, ruffling her hair. Then his eyes flick to you, still sitting on the couch, looking at him with that knowing little smirk.

Oh, you know what you’re doing to him.

He clears his throat, trying to play it cool. “Heard there’s a concert going on?”

Your niece gasps. “YES! And we’re gonna do one more song just for you.”

Pedro grins, setting her down. “An honor.”

She scrambles back onto the couch, immediately picking the loudest song possible. You pat the space beside you, inviting him to sit.

He does. And then he spends the next three minutes watching his entire life flash before his eyes.

Because shit, it’s not just you and a kid singing a dumb song. It’s you, loving this tiny person, making her feel important. It’s her looking at you like you hung the moon.

And Pedro feels something shift inside him. Something that shouldn’t.

Because you’ve already talked about this.

No kids. Not ever.

It was one of the first big conversations you had in your relationship. He brought it up early, just in case, because he didn’t want to get attached if your futures weren’t aligned.

You were clear: you loved kids, adored them. You just didn’t want your own.

And that was fine.

Is fine.

Except right now, Pedro’s heart is doing something stupid, something dangerous, something that makes him feel like maybe he wants things he shouldn’t.

He swallows hard.

You notice.

You always do.

After the song ends, your niece finally starts to wind down, yawning as she curls into your side. Pedro watches as you brush her hair back, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Sleepy?” you murmur.

She nods dramatically. “But I wanna sleep with you.”

Pedro laughs, leaning in. “What, am I chopped liver?”

She giggles but doesn’t let go of you, tucking her face into your neck.

You meet Pedro’s gaze over her head, and—shit.

You know.

Of course, you do.

You hold his stare, a soft little smile playing on your lips. Then you whisper, “Help me put her to bed?”

He nods wordlessly.

Together, you tuck her in, smoothing her blankets, whispering goodnight. And when you step back into the hallway, closing her door behind you, Pedro finally lets out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

The silence lingers for a beat before you cock your head at him. “So.”

He exhales. “So.”

You cross your arms, looking way too pleased with yourself. “That was a lot of heart eyes back there, Pascal.”

He groans, rubbing his face. “Don’t.”

“I saw you,” you tease, stepping closer. “All soft and melty.”

“I was not melty.”

“Oh, you were. Don’t even try to deny it.” You press a finger to his chest, grinning. “You were sitting there, watching your entire life flash before your eyes.”

Pedro lets out a defeated laugh, tipping his head back against the wall. “I hate you.”

“You love me.”

He sighs, tilting his head to look at you. “Yeah, I do.”

Your teasing expression softens. “I know.”

He tugs you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Don’t worry,” he murmurs into your hair. “I’m not about to change the plan on you.”

“I know that, too,” you say, squeezing him back.

And the thing is, he won’t.

Because he meant it when he said he was fine with your decision. He still is.

It’s just…

“Just what?” you ask softly, reading his mind again.

Pedro chuckles against your temple. “It’s just really fucking beautiful to watch you like that.”

You hum, pleased. “Well, lucky for you, I have an adorable niece who thinks you’re the coolest guy ever.”

“And what about her aunt?”

“She thinks you’re alright.”

Pedro laughs, pulling back to kiss you. “Good enough for me.”

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[cheapshrimpysheep]

Dating in a Dream - Epel Felmier

SUMMARY: What would his dream be like, exactly the same as in the original story, but with the small detail that he is dreaming that he is your boyfriend?

CHARACTERS: Epel Felmier x Reader 🍎🦐

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; In a Relationship (kinda)

WARNING: Spoilers from Book 7 and Epel’s dream (Eng Server)

WORD COUNT: 1.530 words

COMMENTS: As English is not my first language I asked Gemini for help with Epel's dialect/accent.

 I would like to do a series with this whenever the dreams are released on the English Server, since this is the one I'm following the story on. Unfortunately, I won't be able to do it with diasomnia, but maybe I'll think of a different but similar promp, let's see how the story goes.

I hope you enjoy 🍎

“Aether signal tracking successful.” Ortho says when you land in the new dream, along with Grim, Silver and Sebek. “We have arrived at the designated coordinates.”

You're on Main Street, looking around and trying to figure out whose dream it is. That's when you hear abnormally heavy footsteps running and getting closer. You look and see an Epel's head in a body that looks more like Jack's, which made it all the more strange, uncanny, and almost hilarious.

You hear him saying something about being late and that's why he doesn't see your group. Grim was the one who had to shout to get Epel's attention.

“Ah, Grim! (Y/N)! Good morning! And behind you, Ah see... Ortho and some Diasomnia fellas Ah don't hardly know. Ah don't get why y'all're glowerin'.”

“Cease your incessant mumbling!” Sebek says.

“Huh? Ah was just... Ain't you Sebek from Class D? What's yer problem? Y'wanna start somethin' with me, huh?”

Epel approaches Sebek as if he were ready to start a fight, that's when you put yourself between the two of them to ask Epel to wait and say that there's no need for that.

“Oh, they’re yer friends? Sorry babe.”

“W-what did he call (Y/N)?” Grim asked with wide eyes, the same expression as everyone else.

“Hey, since you're here... Ah was goin’ to ma Spelldrive practice. Don't you have cheerleadin' practice too? You always practice with us.”

“C-cheerleading?” You ask.

“Yeah. You probly forgot ‘cause you're always so busy. If you're free, come with me. Ah always play better with you cheerin’ me on.” He smirks at you. “And Ah know how you love seein’ yer boyfriend win another game.”

“BOYFRIEND?!” Everyone said in unison.

“Oh boy.” Idia's voice says through the tablet. “Dude is dreaming that he's some sports team captain who's dating the head cheerleader. So cliché. What did I tell you about his imagination being weak?”

“Epel Felmier. May I make you a few questions?” Ortho asks and Epel agrees. “From what I understand, you and (Y/N) are dating, correct?”

“Ya bet we are!” Epel confirms with a huge smile. “Ain't they just as kind as can be, and as pretty as a picture?” He grabs you by the waist to pull you against him. “Shoot, Ah must be the luckiest guy aroun’!”

“Aww, so sweet.” Idia says. “If I get diabetes after this I'll be sending this guy the bill for my medication.”

“You two really make a very cute couple.” Ortho says to Epel. You didn't know if he was being sincere or sarcastic just to keep the conversation going. “When did you two start dating?”

“Lesse... When was it again? It was after I gained muscle and get this tall. And that was... Uhh... When WAS it? ... Hrk! Mah head... It hurts!”

The dream begins to distort, but when you think Epel is about to wake up, Vil and Rook appear, darkness versions of them.

“I believe it was near the end of winter break when your height surpassed mine, Eple.” Darkness Vil says.

“Oui. And you two started your love affair in the spring.” Darkness Rook complements. “Tellement romantique!”

“Really?” Idia complained again. “You start dating in the spring? How predictable. Were the birds also singing their hearts out when (Y/N) said 'Of course I want to date you, silly' ?”

“Epel.” Darkness Vil speaks again. “You left the dorm rather early today, so why are you standing around shooting the breeze?”

“Ah was on mah way to mornin’ practice when Ah ran into (Y/N) and these other folks...”

“Conversing with friends is indeed a valuable thing, but are you not the Spelldrive club most promising rookie?” Darkness Rook says. “I hear as much all the time from Leona.”

The two darkness figures with the appearance of Vil and Rook continue talking about how Eple is strong and such a talented player that the students of Savanaclaw would like him to ask to transfer to their dorm, but Vil would never allow it because he doesn't want to lose a student like Epel.

“That’s enough idle chitchat.” Darkness Vil says. “Off with you, now, get to your club.”

“Yessir. You coming with me (Y/N)?”

“NO!” You say. “This is not you Epel! You're not this tall, muscular guy. You are a boy with a cute and delicate appearance but a will of steel. We may have never started dating, but the truth is... I like you too Epel. I really do. But not this you, the real you. The Epel who said in SDC that he was going to maximize his weapon and beat Neige with his charm! Did you forget?”

“Epel. Cease listening to those spudlings.” Darkness Vil warns him.

“Yes, indeed. You will never go wrong by heeding Vil, Epel!” Darkness Rook encourages.

“You were finally accepting yourself.” You continue “Finally seeing yourself the way I see you. You were so cool! I was so proud of you!”

The dream world distorts again until Epel breaks and awakens. His body returned to normal, and he was wearing his dorm uniform.

“How could I have forgotten?” Epel says with tears in the corners of his eyes. “I was going to accept the strength only I had, a strength like that poison apple... I swore it that day!”

You feel so happy to see him return to the Epel you know that you can't contain the urge to hug him. He stays still for a second because of the surprise, but right after you feel him returning the hug with affection.

“Oh dear, Epel...” Darkness Vil says horrified. “You look so frail now.”

“Misérables! Your physique towered as high as the Seven jeweled Hills themselves. Where has it gone?”

“You poor thing. That dirty spud have cursed you with a pitiful form. You certainly deserve someone better than them. Come to me instead. I'll restore your brawny beauty.”

“Yes, Vil, that's a marvelous idea! Come, Epel. Join us.”

Epel is silent for a moment. To then tell them that the Rook and Vil he knows would never say those things. And that he would be lying if he said that he didn't wish he could be big and brawny.

“But the strength I want... The brawn I want... The beauty I want... The love I want... That's for ME to decide, and for ME to claim myself! And one more thing... You insult (Y/N) again, and me punchin' yer fake face'll be the least of yer worries, I guarantee it!”

Darkness Vil and Rook tried to convince Epel to choose the dream over reality, but this only angered him even more and made him and the others attack the darkness figures. Epel finishes the fight by using his signature spell on the fake Vil and Rook.

“Hey, Epel! You finally awake?” Grim asks.

“Yeah, my head's clear now. I must've looked like a real doof to you guys, huh?”

They chit chat a little about Epel showing how strong he is for being able to overcome the darkness. Until Grim speaks again to caught Epel's attention with a serious expression and crossed paws.

“Enough chit chat. Epel, I need to sort somethin’ out with you.” Epel looks at Grim puzzledly and Grim points at him with a cute, threatening finger. “What are your intentions with my hench-human?”

Epel practically jumps in place with a panicked expression and flushed cheeks. He opens his mouth to say something, or at least try, but he can barely say a word without stuttering.

“If you need, I can play the audios of what you said so you remember what you could explain first.” Ortho suggests with a look of someone who smiles mischievously.

“NO! REALLY DON’T DO IT!” Epel begs. “Can we just forget about that for now and focus on the real issue here? I don’t even know what's going on. What was up with the fake Vil and Rook? What’s happening?!”

They show the explanatory video to Epel, explain the plan and that he should go with them to the next dream as they would go to another Pomefiore student's dream. He agrees and Ortho creates a dummy version of tall and brawny Epel to stay in that dream so as not to alert Malleus.

“Eugh! Now that I'm looking at it again... How in tarnation did Ah ever think Ah looked cool?!”

“Indeed.” You say. “The real you is so much better.”

He looks at you surprised and flattered.

“R-really?... Huh... hey... sorry about... huh...”

“I like you too, Epel.” You admit.

“You... WHAT?!”

You tell him that the feeling is mutual and everything you like about him. You also talk about how you prefer the real him, rather than that... weird version of him.

“You know, I could cheer for you in a game or two if you want.” You tease him.

“I’m... not gonna lie, I would love that.” He smiles, cutely and excited. He then gains the courage to hug you and kiss you on the cheek.

“PDA Alert!” Idia's voice is heard through the table.

Epel immediately moves away from you, embarrassed for having done it in front of the others.

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

[theambitiouswoman]

The right people never risk losing you—so why chase those who do? (+ the psychology behind this pattern)

Have you ever noticed how some people treat you with care & others act as if you’re easily replaceable? The difference isn’t just about compatibility—it’s about understanding your value. Even if someone isn’t meant for you, if they truly recognize your worth, their actions will reflect it

The difference between someone who sees your value vs. someone who doesn’t

The person who sees your value

They show up consistently, even if they know they’re not your forever person

They communicate with respect and honesty because they acknowledge your worth

They don’t play games, manipulate or string you along. Instead, they are upfront about their intentions

Example: You date someone briefly, but they realize you’re not a long term match. Instead of ghosting or being disrespectful, they have an honest conversation, express appreciation for you and leave things on good terms. They wouldn’t risk damaging a connection with someone they respect

The person who doesn’t see your value

They keep you around for convenience, not because they genuinely cherish you

They are inconsistent—one day, they’re warm and loving, the next, they disappear

They disregard your boundaries because they don’t view you as someone to be honored

Example: You give your all to someone, but they breadcrumb you—texting just enough to keep you interested but never showing real commitment. They don’t see the risk in losing you because they never truly saw your worth in the first place

The real issue is why you want someone who doesn't value you or see your worth

it’s not about them—it’s about you

Psychologically, this desire stems from childhood experiences, attachment wounds, subconscious conditioning. Your brain is wired to seek patterns it recognizes, even if they’re harmful

Scarcity mindset (Dopamine & Reward System): When someone treats you poorly, your brain sees their occasional attention as a “reward.” The unpredictability triggers dopamine (the pleasure chemical), making you crave their approval. This is the same mechanism that makes gambling addictive—intermittent rewards create obsession

Unresolved attachment trauma: If you had to “earn” love in childhood, you may unconsciously seek out people who make you prove your worth. Your nervous system associates inconsistency with love, making stable relationships feel boring or “not exciting enough.”

The ego’s need for validation: The part of you that feels unworthy believes that winning over someone who doesn’t see your value will prove your worth. But no amount of chasing can make someone value what they refuse to see

Recognize your own value first. If you don’t see it, you’ll keep attracting people who don’t either. Heal your attachment wounds. Therapy, journaling, and self-reflection can help you break the cycle. Detach from the illusion of "proving" yourself. The right people won’t need convincing

At the end of the day, no one who truly sees your value would ever gamble with the risk of losing you. And once you embody that truth, you’ll stop trying to convince those who never did

[kortac-sweetheart]

Im frothing at the mouth for your blog, I love the kortac boys and ghosts so much thank you for the blessings

An offering to you is how do you think the boys (any really) would feel about an oddball lover? like weird habits, prolonged eye contact or like no eye contact, touchy or not at all, rituals they like to follow, odd social habits?

I always notice that the way reader (across like a lot of fics) are usually "normal" an opposite (usually) to the character. I want some freaky little guys together in a jar to shake around

Totally okay to say no, weird request :]

hi dear, don’t worry! not a weird rq at all, i’m intimately knowledgeable about an oddball reader bc all of that describes me lol (or past me)

i think that for kortac guys like nikto and krueger, and konig then they wouldn’t care to be honest. they’re (in their eyes) a hell of a lot weirder than you are.

nikto especially bc you accepted him (and all his alters) and they don’t see that they really have any room to judge you on your own weird habits. you’ve welcomed them entirely with open arms, why wouldn’t they extend that to you as well?

he just rolls with the punches tbh, doesn’t really push any sort of boundaries you may have, whether it be for eye contact or for physical touch. all you need to do is tug on his sleeve to catch his attention so you can murmur what you feel in that moment and he’ll adjust accordingly.

can’t make eye contact? no big deal, although do pardon nikto for his own penchant for staring at you. he just likes to look at his little love.

make too much eye contact? wonderful, he gets to stare into your eyes and admire them to their heart’s content. sometimes you two will just have a silent conversation with each other through eye contact and it freaks out the other operators a bit. (freak to freak communication /affectionate)

nikto understands your feelings about physical touch very well. they also don’t like to touch others either, makes them feel gross and they have to brush off the feeling after. doesn’t stop them from being human and craving skin-to-skin with their beloved though, because it’s you.

all in all, nikto could handle it. handle you. you handle all of him just as well, and he’s not one to half-ass anything, let alone reciprocating your love. it’s just all about communication at the end of the day.

(also don’t worry about others picking on you for your weird habits, he’s built like a brick shithouse and has a mean glare to boot no one is gonna say anything to you.)

krueger… krueger is a little meaner than nikto is. outwardly he’s not as weird as you are, he likes to tease and push your buttons a little bit. but it’s always in good fun (he’s your boyfriend after all), and never truly meant to demean you.

is always ready to throw down with someone who’s actually picking on you though, that’s a privilege that’s reserved for him and him only. you’re his little weirdo and he’ll defend you until his opponent’s dying breath (yes his opponent’s, not his bc he’s not dying lol)

and konig, we all already know that he has social anxiety. he’s in the same boat that you are, so what leg would he have to stand on to call you out for your habits? it would make him a silly hypocrite so he doesn’t mind it at all.

i think he takes comfort in it actually, knowing that he’s not alone in being a black sheep in the crowd. it’s not that he encourages your habits necessarily but he’s very accommodating for you.

if you can’t speak up then god give him strength because then he’ll do it for you. yes he loves you enough to overcome the hurdle of talking to the fast food worker that got your order wrong.

you’re both weirdos in this case but it’s a happy and loving relationship regardless.

simon is also just like nikto in this case. he’s also weird as fuck and as an off putting aura around him, so who the hell is he to judge?

as long as you openly communicate your boundaries and feelings with him that day then he’s fine with going along with your habits that day and any other day. he finds them endearing actually, price, gaz and soap all seem to be put together on the surface but you, you’re uniquely you. even if that means falling outside the norm, he likes anything that makes up you and so that extends to your weird little habits as well.

johnny is also a guy that just loves you for who you are. if you completely upheaved all those weird habits that make you, well, you; then you just wouldn’t be the same, and it would make him sad.

he doesn’t have an issue with it, he’s seen a lot weirder things in his time so this is very mild actually. finds your inability to maintain eye contact and the way you hide behind him when meeting someone new very endearing.

yeah, he’s just so in love with you and everything that makes up the foundation of you that he wouldn’t change it for the world, weird habits and all.

[mythtakens]

the thing is as suffocated by his parents as Eddie is particularly rn, from what we have seen he has always especially when it comes to Chris been willing to tell them off. because he knew as far back as Eddie Begins they wanted to steal his kid for a redo because they messed up their own, he knew they wanted to control it all and not leave them be to have the life and support system they have in LA, he knew it’s ridiculous to be told to let his son run away because he’s mad at him, he knew stuff was being withheld from him about Chris’s life in El Paso. and now it’s been months and he feels disconnected from his son and he’s uprooting and sacrificing everything to fix that and like this all goes back to that first argument we see after Shannon leaves. consciously or not they are basically recreating the circumstances of being able to say they’re the constant in Christopher’s life and Eddie hasn’t been around blah blah. uh because they flew to Los Angeles overnight when he was having an emotional crisis not for him. not for their son. but to tell him umm actually if he didn’t let them take his baby 800 miles away he’d be the father he spent his whole life trying not to be. and like yeah season 7 writing is just a mess whole set up for this was trash but it is what we are dealing with in better season 8 so the reality is his relationship with his son has always been so strong and so good and they’ve talked out their problems so many times and this time his parents actively blocked that from happening like it naturally would have. until he had to leave the life they never wanted him to have in LA behind. so can he yell again. like seriously can he yell. can he ask why nothing he ever does is good enough for them. can we skip the obligatory parental redemption/apology conversation where we pretend both parties need to try equally this one time

[novlr]

How do you introduce side characters naturally? I have a lot of important secondary characters in my story, but every time I try to bring them in, it feels like I’m just dumping information about them. Help!

We’ve all been there. You have this amazing cast of secondary characters in your head, each with their own rich backstories and interesting personalities. But when it comes to actually introducing them on the page, you find yourself wrestling with clunky paragraphs of exposition or, worse, those dreaded character introduction scenes where the story grinds to a halt while you explain who everyone is.

The good news is that there are ways to weave your side characters into your story naturally, making them feel like organic parts of your narrative rather than additions that need explanation. So, let’s explore how to make your secondary characters shine without overwhelming your readers with too much information at once.

Why side characters matter

Before we dive into techniques, let’s understand why it’s important to include side characters in your stories. They’re not just there to fill space or give your protagonist someone to talk to. Well-written side characters can:

Add depth and complexity to your story world.

Provide different perspectives on your story’s central conflict.

Create additional tension and conflict.

Offer opportunities for subplots and parallel storylines.

Help develop your main character through their interactions.

Make your fictional world feel lived-in and authentic.

Provide comic relief or emotional weight when needed.

Introduce them gradually

One of the most effective ways to introduce side characters is to treat them like real people your readers are getting to know. Think about how you meet people in real life. You don’t immediately learn their entire life story, family history, and deepest fears. Instead, you discover things about them gradually through:

Initial impressions.

Casual conversations.

Shared experiences.

Others’ reactions to them.

Their behaviour in different situations.

This same principle applies to your writing. Instead of frontloading all the information about a character, reveal details organically as they become relevant to the story.

Example of gradual introduction:

Too much at once: “Sarah was John’s sister-in-law, a brilliant neurosurgeon who had graduated top of her class at Harvard. She’d lost her husband two years ago in a car accident and now lived alone with her golden retriever, Charlie. She loved Thai food, hated mornings, and had a secret passion for reality TV shows.”

Gradual reveal: “Sarah arrived late to dinner, still wearing her surgical scrubs. She gave John a quick, one-armed hug before collapsing into the chair beside him. ‘If I never see another brain aneurysm again, it’ll be too soon.'”

The second version gives us just enough information to be intriguing, while leaving room for natural discovery of other details later.

Show, don’t tell (but tell when you need to)

While “show, don’t tell” is solid advice, the reality is that you’ll need both techniques. The key is knowing when to use each:

Show when:

Revealing personality traits.

Demonstrating relationships.

Illustrating emotional states.

Establishing dynamics between characters.

Tell when:

Providing necessary background information quickly.

Clarifying relationships that would be confusing to figure out.

Establishing basic facts that don’t need dramatic revelation.

Use dialogue effectively

Dialogue is one of your most powerful tools for introducing side characters naturally. Through conversations, you can reveal:

Character relationships:

“Hey, boss,” Maria said, dropping a stack of files on Derek’s desk. “The Thomson case came back from legal.”

This simple exchange establishes their professional relationship without explicitly stating it.

Personality:

“Well, if it isn’t Little Miss Perfect,” Jake drawled, not bothering to look up from his phone. “Come to tell me I’m doing everything wrong again?”

We immediately get a sense of Jake’s attitude and the dynamic between these characters.

Background:

“Remember that summer we spent at Gran’s beach house? Before everything went wrong?”

This kind of dialogue hints at shared history and potential conflict without dumping information.

Connect to the main plot

Side characters should serve a purpose in your story. When introducing them, consider:

How they affect your protagonist’s journey.

What role they play in the main conflict.

How they complicate or assist the plot.

What unique perspective they bring to the story.

Create meaningful subplots

Subplots are excellent vehicles for developing side characters without overshadowing your main story. A good subplot should:

Connect to the main plot in some way.

Have its own arc and resolution.

Reveal something about the side character.

Add depth to your story’s themes.

Create additional tension or complications.

Common pitfalls to avoid

The introduction lineup: Avoid scenes where characters are introduced one after another in quick succession.

The info dump dialogue: “As you know, Bob…” conversations where characters tell each other things they already know.

The character sheet: Listing physical descriptions and personality traits without context.

The irrelevant backstory: Including details about a character that never become relevant to the plot.

The forgotten character: Introducing someone as important and then having them disappear for long stretches.

Questions to ask yourself

When introducing a side character, ask yourself:

What does this character bring to the story?

What’s the most natural way for them to enter the scene?

What’s the minimum information readers need right now?

How can this character’s introduction move the plot forward?

What makes this character memorable or distinct?

Remember, your side characters are essential elements of your story’s ecosystem. By introducing them thoughtfully and developing them naturally, you create a richer, more engaging narrative that keeps readers invested in your entire cast of characters, not just your protagonist.

Trust your readers to piece things together gradually, and focus on making each character’s introduction serve your story’s larger purpose. With practice, you’ll find that introducing side characters becomes less about managing information and more about creating meaningful connections within your narrative.

[chzrrycherry]

I'll always defend you

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Writing type : romance / sad (beginning)

Pairing : Mammon x GN Reader (they)

Relationship with the reader : friends, crush on each other (especially Mammon on the reader)

Intimate level (0 = not intimate ; 10 = really intimate) : 4/10

Character(s) mentionned : the demons brothers, Luke, Barbatos

Warning : Bit of harassment from Belphie and Satan, a bit suggestive

Type : fluff / a bit suggestive

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You're studying in the library of the House of Lamentation. Satan's reading in his corner, Belphie's sleeping by your side. As you study in silence, Mammon comes up behind you. He puts his hands on your shoulders and looks up at you to see a notebook covered in your handwriting.

"Whatcha doin' ?

- I'm studying for the next exam. Want to join me ?

His eyes look at you as if you had just said the most improbable thing in the world.

- No way, it looks borin'. Don't you wanna go out on the town instead ?

- Stop bothering them, says Satan. You should do the same and study. Seeing your catastrophic grades, Lucifer will deprive you of your credit card for sure.

Mammon frown at his Goldie's name.

- Don't talk about my dear Goldie ! No one's gonna take me away from ya darlin' !

Satan sighs then looks at you. By the look on his face, he doesn't seems surprised by the idiocy of his elder. Concerned, you watch Mammon for a moment.

- Mammon, are you struggling in class ?

- Of course not ! The Great Mammon can't afford to be bad in class ! I'm good ! I just don't want to show my true abilities !

Belphie so far silent, takes part in the conversation by yawning.

- He's lying. His grades don't exceed the average of three quarters of the subjects.

Mammon interposes, trying to defend himself in front of your interrogating eyes.

-  Huh wrong ! Plus what does it matter if I sucks or not ?!

Satan closes his book, making you jump. An argument ensues between the three brothers, opposing Mammon, Satan and Belphie.

- Lucifer yells at us after every exam because of you !

- You're just stupid... Who can blame you for that ? yawns Belphie, annoyed by all that conversation.

- Oi where's the respect to your older, huh !?

Satan giggles, really determined to go after Mammon.

- It flew away like your brain.

- I ain't stupid !

- You’re not doing anything to prove otherwise.

You see Mammon clenching his fists, gritting his teeth in anger. It’s not the first time they’ve been mean to him. But this time, they’re going too far. 

- Only a miracle would allow you to get good grades, says Satan.

- Are you done pushin' me down !? You're not better than me !

- At least I'm above average... answers the Avatar of Sloth.

- Enough ! You two, stop being mean to him ! What's wrong with you ?! you scream, really upset.

You get up and take Mammon's hand, who instantly blushes.

- O-Oi w-what are ya doin' !?

- I'll help you. Let's revise together ! Okay ?

- He's a hopeless case. Drop it Mc, adds Satan.

You put your hands on Mammon's cheeks, who faces you, amazed. Your eyes stare at his for a second.

- Don't listen to them. Are you okay with me helping you ?

He looks away, embarrassed. You feel your heart clenching at this sight. You know that his brothers have done everything to bring him down in front of you. Yet, that’s not what you remember from this argument.

- I really want to help you, not because you need it... I know you, I know what you're able to do. But because I hate how your brothers are acting towards you.

- It's just the truth Mc, continues Satan.

Angry, Mammon looks at you again, a new spark in the eyes.

- Fine. I accept just because it's ya who wants it... But don't expect a miracle, Mc !

Just to remind you his presence, Belphie admits that he'd need your help as well.

- You don't need it. You're already above average, aren't you ? So you don't need me, Belphie.

He begins to sulk as you grab Mammon's hand to leave the library. His hand clenches yours by reflex, even if he remains puzzled by your anger.

- W-Wait where are we goin' !? Why are ya angry ?

- I told you... I don't like the way your brothers treat you ! I know you're capable of much more than they think ! I'll prove it to them.

His hand tightens more on yours a moment. But the second after, Mammon stops walking, gradually letting go of your hand.

- So that's what you're worried about ? You shouldn't... I'm used to this.

His usually cool and cheerful tone of voice becomes sad. You look at him, affected by this change.

- From now on, I'll defend you. I should have done it a long time ago.

- D-Don't say stuff like that ! I don't need you to defend me ! You're too nice, it's goin' to play tricks on ya, for real Mc !

- All I care right now is you. I saw your look... I felt your wound...

Strangely, Mammon seems to soften, touched by your words. He didn't think you'd be concerned at that point. It’s the first time that someone doesn't accuse him without knowing, or understand. You sincerely care about him. And this feeling he feels... It's nice... However, his wound is far from being healed.

- Of course you are ! I'm the Great Mammon after all... he sighs, as if he realizes that this isn't the time to try his usual speech. Just... Mc, please drop it. Satan told you to.

- What ? Say that again ?

- Ya heard me ! As long as you believe in me, that’s enough for me. The rest doesn't matter. The Great Mammon... I mean- I’m not hurt by the words of my stupid brothers. Got it ? No need to worry for me-

- No way I'm going to let you down, got it ?

His hand hesitates and slips awkwardly into yours. This simple, instinctive movement makes both of your hearts beat. His skin is warm and soft against yours. And this feeling always intoxicates you, as when sometimes you hold him in your arms. Then without asking a question, you bring your body closer to his to hug him and whisper a few words. Your heart is beating even faster this way. Is it the adrenaline of the moment ? Or anger ? Perhaps a misunderstanding about his reaction ?

- You can be hurt, Mammon. No one will blame you.

By reflex, he wraps his arms around you and pushes his face into the hollow of your neck, ashamed. This is the first time that Mammon has been so vulnerable to you. This is the first time he has spoken openly about how he feels when his brothers are mean to him.

- Mc... he sniffs, tears are clearly running on your shoulder. How can ya stand there and tell me all this when my brothers are right !? Why do you believe in me when no one else does ? I don’t understand you... Don't you think I'm just good for nothing...?

Your heart is broken, understanding his distress. How can he devalue himself so much ? You know that his brothers love him and love to annoy him every day. But don't they realize that this affects Mammon sincerely ? His tough facade just collapsed. You have a part of the real Mammon facing you.

- You're so much more than that. You have a big heart, an overflowing imagination that knows how to make me laugh and an incredible kindness even when you try to act tough ! That's all I love about you. There's so much more than that too...

-Y'know... I can't explain myself on that... I-I... I feel so good with you... Can we stay like this... a little longer ? I need it...

- Sure...

The minutes pass while you are in each other’s arms. His heart beats against you, gradually returning to a normal rhythm. After long minutes like this, you decide to go to his room to study away from the mockery of his brothers. Mammon seems to really want to study for once. He sits down on his bed and opens his books.

- So... Where do we start ?

- We’ll start with the home economics lesson. For curses and hexes, Barbatos could help us, I guess. And to conclude, Solomon will be our teacher with the magic potions class. We were supposed to study just him and I but it don’t matter that if we're three in the end.

He grimaced in the name of Solomon.

- Man it sounds like something tirin' !

- It'll be fine ! It's just about concentration. You already know a lot. You just have problems with concentration and motivation. I believe in you, Mammon. So I had an idea to help you ! There'll be a reward if you pass the exams.

- Like for real ? A reward ?! Okay, maybe I don't need to think twice about it ! I accept only because there's a reward ! And because of you, of course...

Everything is going as planned and during several days, the support classes have been going smoothly.  Mammon seems to be improving. He's even starting to like it. The exams are approaching and finally the big day arrives.

- Mc ! Mc ! Look, look ! You're impressed by my grade, huh ?!

Mammon puts the sheet in front of your eyes, excited to show you his grade. The results are in and everyone is surprised at Mammon's good grades.

- I knew it ! I'm proud of you, Mam ! I knew you could do it !

- Our efforts have finally paid off. How delighted I am. It's thanks to you Mc. I’m sure the Young Master will be delighted to hear that too.

- You and Solomon did a very good job. Thank you Barbatos.

Satan takes the paper and examines it in detail.

- Wow, you didn't cheat to get this grade ? says Levi when is looking carefully at the paper, a bit suspicious.

- No ! I worked hard to succeed !

- I can't believe it. It's possible for him to have this grade ?! Asmo exclaims.

- Well... Mc really succeeded their plan. They is incredible, admits Belphie.

- This is new to you. Are you sick Mammon ? Asmo continues.

- Is it so hard for you to admit that I can be good at exams !?

- Yes, all his brothers except Beel acquiesce in heart.

- Uh, shaddup !

- I'm very happy for you, Beel munches. And then we won't have to get yelled at by Lucifer ! That's good news ! he munches again.

- It's true ! Lucifer couldn't be mad at us ! Thank you Mammon for getting smart ! Asmo laughs.

- Oi ! Don't insult your older brother !

- It's hard to believe it, but Mammon really worked to get there. I don't know what motivated him but I guess Mc is behind it, Solomon adds.

- I told you I won't abandon him. I have only supported him. But I think that now, two people have to apologize to him. Satan, Belphie ?

- Right ! Ya owe apologize ! I'm listening ! Do what Mc said !

- It's hard to say it, but I'm sorry. I was wrong to consider you like an idiot with no brains, admits Belphie.

- I guess I was wrong to think you'd never pass your exams. I'm sorry Mammon.

- But to be honest, I'm always curious, how you got him to study ? Belphie notes.

- Yes, it's suspicious, says the Avatar of Wrath.

- So, Mc ?

- I'm curious too.

Lucifer, Solomon and the rest of the group are looking at you, curious to hear your answer.

- They promised me a reward if I got above average.

Asmo, barely surprised, looks at you with a look full of questions.

- Interesting. What kind of reward ?

- I... Actually I didn't think about it.

Your eyes go through the eyes of others. You simply answer.

- What would please him will be his reward.

Mammon blushes and looks away so he doesn’t cross your eyes. The next second, you understand your mistake. You should have discussed it before...

- Oh~ Can I have a reward too for my good grade ? It'll be fun ! Asmo asks.

- Stop now Asmo, orders Lucifer when he understands how it'll end.

- Booooring. You're not funny Lucifer.

- I understand better his sudden desire to study classes, Solomon smiles too.

- Yeah. He just wanted the reward, Belphie confirms.

- We don’t care what motivated him, the main thing is that it worked ! No ? you smile, a bit embarassed.

- So... Currently I can ask all I want, huh? Are ya sure, Mc ?

- W-Well yes ! But I beg you have mercy on my bank account !

His eyes soften in the face of your concern for your money. Actually, he hadn't even thought about this eventuality. He thinks for himself : she's really cute...

- Well, let me think...

- You know Mc, I should deserve a reward too. After all, I had always good grades, says Satan.

Lucifer glares at him.

- Don't be jealous. Let Mammon shine for once.

Mammon clears his voice before giving the content of his reward. His cheeks become red and his eyes barely stay on yours.

- You would agree if... if- ugh, it's too embarrassing ! I can't ask you that ! Anyway ! The Great Mammon don't need a reward to appear smart !

- Normies are hopeless, sighs Levi.

- I can take your place if you want. I know exactly what to ask to Mc, continues Belphie.

- Nuh-huh ! No way ! I'm the one who deserve this reward ! Mammon tries to appear confident but his blush betrays him. O-Okay, I know what I want ! Mc, you have the honour to... to...

- To ?

You look at him, a smile on your face. Mammon is destabilized by your attitude.

- H-Hey stop looking me like that !

- So, what do you want ? you chuckle.

- A kiss...

All turn to him, shocked.

- What ?!

- It's not an appropriate request, Mammon ! Lucifer yells.

Your heart misses a beat in your chest. Your cheeks become red, you can’t move. Your eyes are lost in Mammon’s. You don't hear the protests of the others. Finally, your bank account has no worries to have...

- A kiss ? That's what you want from me ? No money ? No credit card ?

- Say no Mc ! Don't kiss him !

- You don't have to !

- I want a kiss too, Beel adds.

- Wow, I couldn't imagine Beel would like anything other than food.

You try to make a sentence but you look a bit like a mess with your cheeks bruning.

- Mammon... I-

- It's okay if you don't want...

- Important information you have to know Mc, I'm a really good kisser. Better than Mammon, for sure ! Asmo winks at you.

- Of course not ! Mammon exclaims.

To silence everyone, you put your hand on Mammon's cheek and kiss his lips tenderly.

- Huhhh he's too lucky ! I'm jealous !

Mammon panics for a short time and then regains control of himself. His hands move subtly over your hips to hold you against him. He enjoys the kiss and intensifies it a little.

- You can't do that anywhere other than in front of us !? Levi screams.

The kiss stops, leaving both of you with red cheeks. The tension is palpable and then fades. You smile at Mammon before looking at Asmo with a teasing smile.

- All I can say is that Mammon is a very good kisser.

His brothers are yelling and grumbling about it.

- I hate you Mammon.

- M-Me too !

- M-Mc ! Don't say stuff like this in front of everyone ! I-I know my kisses are kinda- Anyway stop acting like you're acting !

- It's just a compliment, you wink at him, teasingly.

- They isn't too innocent~

- Is it possible to have a reward for the professors ? Solomon asks, laughing.

- It's not correct to ask that, Lucifer says.

- Yeah so be quiet, sorcerer ! growls Belphie.

- Calm down, it was a simple question. Not an order, says teasingly Solomon.

- Are you holding back your anger, Lucifer ? Your eyes betray you-

Satan is stopped by the tone of Lucifer.

- One more word and you'll be punished.

- Who would give a kiss to an otaku like me ? Levi whispers to himself.

The boys hide their jealousy wherever they can.

- Guys ! It was just a kiss ! And I made a promise only to Mammon !

- Jealousy dripping from their bodies, chuckles Solomon.

- Not at all. There's no point in hiding yours, we know very well that you also want a Mc's kiss !

- I don't hide it, Belphie.

- Really ? Are you jealous for a kiss ? you ask.

- Yes a little, Beel admits.

- No ! I don't like normies like you ! Levi blushes. Even if y-you're m-my f-favourite o-one...

- Why would I be jealous of Mammon ? Ridiculous, adds Lucifer, nonchalantly.

- I'll have other opportunities to erase that memory from your head, Satan smiles, already planning how he could get a kiss from you.

- You’re just disgusted and I understand that ! The "stupid Mammon" got a kiss from the best person in the three realms together ! Too sad for you, loosers !

At the same time Luke comes running towards you. Mammon stops his arrogance and watches the little angel run.

- Why Fido is running in our direction ?

- Luke's here ?

- The chihuahua seems very happy.

Very happy, the young boy jumps with joy showing you his good grade.

- Mc ! Look my grade ! I had a very good grade !

You shift all your attention to the little angel. Your smile becomes brighter and you ruffle the hair of the child in front of you.

- Wow ! I'm really impressed ! Good job Luke ! Come here !

You take him in your arms and hug him.

- Thank you !

- Oi Fido ! Let them go !

- You didn't made a promise to Luke so why you hugging him and not me ? Satan asks sadly.

- It's different ! He's like my baby angel ! I can hug him when he wants to !

- Hey ! Don't call me baby angel ! I'm not a child !

- Sorry Luke, of course you're not ! you smile.

- A hug for me ? Asmo proposes.

- For me too !

- I want it too !

The twins exclaim in turn. Asmo is the first to join your hug. He's followed by Beel and Belphie then all the others.

- Eh !? Not without me ! says Levi.

- Bunch of bastards ! Let them go ! Mc is mine !

- Mammon ! Your language ! Luke is here ! you scold the second brother.

- What the- Wait ! Mc is mine ! says Satan

- Of course they isn't yours ! They is mine and only mine, Lucifer continues.

- Incorrigible... sighs Solomon, amused by the situation"

In the end, a collective hug was imposed to you.

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[nathalie-worlds]

How to lost Bachelors and Bachelorettes interest? A guide in easy steps.

They have a huge crush on you, but you messed up. How?

SHANE:

Mess with Jas or animals (specially his chickens), and you’ll regret it. He will never forgive you for that. You think he was rude and mean when you first met him? That was nothing. He can be much, much worse. But if you really hurt Jas (physically or emotionally) he won’t hesitate to retaliate.

ELLIOT:

Proclaim yourself a writer too, and use AI to create texts. He knows writing it's difficult, and he understands the anxieties behind putting your heart into something. He will never look down on you, and if you ask him, he will gladly help you write and improve your writing skills if you ask—anything. He will give you a chance, but if you keep insisting... he will just give up. You are not honest.

HARVEY:

He is the oldest of all the marriage candidates, and he wants to get married and have children. Anything that suggests that you are not taking the relationship seriously, or you are not into him, or you are unsure about sharing the same values is more than enough for him to lose interest in you.

SAM:

Be mean to his family. Come on! He is a family man. If you want to see a not-so-happy side of him, punch Vincent, laugh at his mother, or make a cruel joke about his father's PTSD. Do any of these things, and it's over. He will openly tell you how horrible you are, and you will never see him again.

SEBASTIAN:

Dismiss his dreams and projects. You won’t even realize you messed up because he is so introverted that he won’t tell you. But slowly, you’ll see him vanish from your life, distancing himself from you. Your deep conversations will become shallow. But if you want accelarate the process, just compare him to Maru.

ALEX :

Play games on him. Look, he’s popular, OK? He has abs, muscles, a nice tan... He has plenty of girls after him! But he chose you, and he doesn’t like being treated badly. Don’t follow the 'three-day rule' or any of that BS, because he can easily text another girl. If he’s enamored with you, it’s probably because he has opened up and told you how he still struggles with abandonment issues and the fact that you ignore that... He is too proud to deal with these games.

EMILY:

Laugh at her beliefs—but actually mock them. She can tolerate some banter (she puts up with Shane, who is basically an atheist), but if you genuinely disrespect her beliefs, or you are the type of person who brings her tons of essays about why cleansing rocks don't work and made your goal to teach her the reality, let's say she won’t be amused by your passion. She will openly tell you that your vibes are turbulent and walk away.

HALEY:

Laugh at her sister’s weirdness. She knows Emily is weird, but Emily also took care of her for the past few years. She’s her older sister, and she loves her. She also wouldn’t believe you’re serious about her or the relationship if you openly mock the only relative she has. Like, shouldn't you at least pretend going along with her family?

MARU:

Be dumb. But really dumb. She knows she’s smart and accepted long ago that it would be difficult to find someone as intelligent as her. She doesn’t care about that. But if you say something extremely stupid or ignorant—like claiming that cats and dogs are the same species, that Spain is in Mexico, or that the Moon is farther than the Sun—and, even worse, you refuse to be corrected… let’s just say she won’t be able to see you attractive anymore.

PENNY:

Be immature. Not childlike, not being playful, not being carefree, I mean truly immature. If you throw a tantrum because you didn’t get your way or refuse to do household chores because they’re ‘I don't want to’ she’ll probably think, ‘My God, even Vincent and Jas don’t act like this.’ She will realize, that you are worse than literal children, like eeeeeeek. And that’s it. She’ll never call you back.

LEAH:

Be like her ex. Seriously, act like Kel—be possessive, abusive, and an idiot. Her breakup is so recent that it would be very easy to compare you to her ex. It’s unavoidable. She doesn’t want to get back with them or fall for someone like him/her again

ABIGAIL:

Say that you're a redpill follower and that trad-wives are way better... YIKES! No, just no. That’s the complete opposite of her personality, and you’re coming across like an internet troll who barely leaves his room. Plus, she’s not okay with discussing women who would enjoy being a housewife being treated as an appliance for you commodity instead of humans which you reach an agreement.

[starsfic]

The Drive Back to Gravity Falls

Summary: In an AU where Dipper decides to stay with Ford, Mabel’s parents aren’t happy when their daughter turns up sans brother, especially when they learn who he’s with.

When she boarded the bus, Mabel had thought she was doing the best thing for Dipper.

He had always wanted to work with something paranormal, crazy conspiracy, what have you. Gravity Falls was the door to reveal that it was all real, that it wasn’t just the production of some crazy weirdos. Even better, there was someone researching it, and it was their great-uncle. The instant she heard that offer being made over the radio, she wanted to kick and scream and cry, because Dipper agreeing meant that she would grow up alone. After all she learned about growing up, that terrified her.

But then she thought. About the bullies back home, the cruelty of children, how dull Piedmont was, about tense silences and snapped words.

She had asked so much of him during this summer. Letting him go was the best.

So Mabel had taken a deep breath at the station, hugged her grunkles, her friends, and saved Dipper for last. “It’s not going to be forever,” he had said, patting her on the back as she squeezed him tight. “You’ll be here next summer.”

“I…I know, but that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna miss you, you goober,” she had said, pulling away to try and smile. When she looked back, Stan was looking away and Ford looked strangely…upset. They had both been smiling, but Ford’s eyes were strangely glassy.

Then she had boarded the bus, Waddles in tow, and set off home.

The bus ride between Gravity Falls and Piedmont was about ten hours.

It was around hour six that Mabel realized that her parents would not take Dipper being gone well.

“Oh, fuck,” she hissed out, suddenly very glad that the bus was empty and nobody would scold her for swearing. On the ride up, she had spent a few hours making conversation with the other people. The empty bus had been making her think of Gravity Falls, of Dipper, and now she was definitely thinking about it. She leaned forward, burying her face in her hands and trying not to panic. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, they’re not gonna take this well.”

Dipper liked to think that Mabel was unaware of the crumbling of their parents’ relationship. She wasn’t. She wanted him to not worry, that was all. She maybe focused on relationships because she wanted to try and fix it, or maybe find something that was better than theirs.

“This is definitely not gonna help,” Mabel said, turning her gaze to Waddles. He snorted back. “Do you think you could draw on mushroom brain and figure out something to say that won’t make them freak out?”

Waddles snorted and curled up, closing his eyes to take a nap.

“...I’m so dead.”

The next four or so hours passed quickly with the realization. 

Mabel briefly considered faking amnesia or gouging one of her eyes out with a knitting needle. If they were so distracted by taking her to the hospital, they wouldn’t notice Dipper being gone, right? She dismissed that with the facts that at least one of them would notice, that hospital visits didn’t take that long (mostly), and the bus company or Grunkle Stan would get in trouble.

Maybe hypnosis? No, no, she loved her parents and Dipper too much to try that.

She ended up yanking out a piece of paper and her art supplies to make a card.

All too soon, however, her doom rolled up. The bus station appeared. At the very front, smiling like they were in a perfectly happy relationship, were her parents.

Mabel swallowed back the spike of hope- did the summer work? Were they back together?- and stepped off the bus.

“May May!” Her mother was there first, scooping her into a hug and pressing a kiss to her temple. She wore the soft rose perfume that Mabel loved, the scent tickling her nose and smelling rotten in the wake of the horror of the shitstorm Mabel was about to bring. “Oh, I missed you and Mason and-”

Waddles snorted.

“And the pig!” There was a pause. “Mabel, why do you have a pig?”

“More importantly-” her dad said, looking around. There it was. “Where’s Mason?”

“Uh…” Mabel pushed away from her mom to grab Waddles. It was both to show his cute face and to prevent the rise of nerves. Nope, she was Mabel. She was cool, classy, the best! “His name is Waddles. I got him by guessing his weight after he said my name.”

Her parents shared a look. “That’s great, sweetie,” her mom said as her dad knelt to pet Waddles. “But that doesn’t explain where your brother is.”

Right, okay. She made a card, it would explain everything-

“GrunkleStanhadaportalinthebasementandturnedouthehadasecrettwinbrotherwho wroteabunchofjournalsaboutGravityFallsandGrunkleFordaskedDippertostayandbehisapprentice-!”

She should have just stuck with the card.

Her parents stared. Her mom’s eyes were wide. Her dad took a deep breath, raising his hands to his lips. He breathed out slowly. Mabel waited, tense.

“He actually got the portal to work?”

…wait. Wait.

“You know about Grunkle Ford?”

Her dad groaned, turning away. “Let’s go,” he said, heading down the street. “School starts in two weeks, and we need to get you guys signed up.”

“Wait, we’re just- We’re just going?!” Mabel sputtered, her mind racing a mile a minute as she scrambled after him. The sky was lightening with sunrise- it would take all day to drive to Oregon and back.

“Mark, Mabel just got here! We need to get her to shower and pajamas, at least!” Her mom protested, noticeably not about leaving to drive ten hours back to Oregon. “She hasn’t eaten anything-”

Her dad pulled out his keys and their car beeped, looking almost futuristic compared to the beat-up Stanleymobile she had been riding all summer. “Look, we’ll pick up food at In-N-Out on our way there, and Mabel has pajamas in her bag.”

Her mom sighed, opening the passenger door. “Fine.” She didn’t even say anything about In-N-Out not being a healthy breakfast.

Mabel slid into the backseat. “You know about Grunkle Ford?” she said, her anxiety ebbing to be replaced by confusion. “How…why?”

“It’s a long story, but basically he’s an asshole-”

“LANGUAGE!”

“Who cut off contact with everyone until Stan took his identity and told us after Grandpa Filbrick died.” Her dad looked angrily determined, pressing his foot on the gas and sending the car screeching out of the parking lot. “I mean, I don’t blame him for waiting, Filbrick was not the best person-”

“Let’s not go down that road.”

“Oh, yeah, because not talking about things makes it better-”

Her mom turned. “Sweetheart,” she said, pulling out her phone and passing it over. “Get your headphones on and listen to some music, okay?”

…they should have just called.

[xo-myloves]

COULD YOU PLEASE SO MODERN DUFF WITH YOUNGER EARLY 20S GIRLFRIEND

maybe like she meets duffs daughters and it’s kinda awkward cause they’re all the same age. And then she starts to doubt the relationship, thinking the age gap is to big. Duff then finds her after she ran off and like comforts her and then they fuck

(Obvi only if you wanna and are comfortable writing this. Also make sure to take care of yourself babe💋💋)

- 🧛‍♀️

yes ofc!

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You weren’t supposed to feel nervous.

It’s not like you hadn’t thought about this moment before—meeting his daughters, stepping into his world. You’d told yourself it’d be fine. Fun, even. But now, sitting across from Grace and Mae at some trendy LA brunch spot, the reality of it all was sinking in fast.

Because they weren’t just his daughters.

They were your age.

Grace was a little older, Mae a little younger, but the gap was small. Small enough to make your stomach twist. Small enough to make you suddenly hyper-aware of the way Duff had his arm draped over the back of your chair, like he wasn’t almost three decades older than you.

“So,” Grace said, twirling her straw between her fingers. “How did you two meet?”

Duff grinned, squeezing your thigh under the table. “Oh, you know. One of those dive bars I shouldn’t be in anymore.”

You forced a smile, but something about the way she was looking at you made your skin prickle. Not mean. Not judgmental. Just… curious. Like she was trying to figure you out.

“So, do you, like, get the whole rockstar thing?” Mae asked, tilting her head. “Like, do you know who my dad is?”

Duff chuckled, shaking his head. “Jesus, Mae.”

You laughed weakly. “Yeah, I mean. I knew who he was. But, like, my parents were the real fans.”

Grace let out a breathy laugh. “Jesus. That’s wild.”

And just like that, the conversation moved on.

But the weight of it stayed.

The rest of brunch blurred by in a haze of polite smiles and overthinking. By the time you got back to Duff’s house, your chest was tight, your skin felt too hot, and every little touch from him made you flinch.

“You alright?” he asked, brows furrowing.

You didn’t answer. You just grabbed your bag and left.

𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛

You weren’t even sure where you were going. You just walked. Fast. Long enough for the afternoon sun to start dipping lower, for the weight in your chest to feel like it might crush you.

Then—footsteps behind you. Heavy. Familiar.

“Baby.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself not to cry.

A hand brushed your arm. “Hey. Talk to me.”

You turned slowly, heart hammering. Duff stood there, looking at you like he already knew what was going on in your head. His brows were drawn together, his jaw tight.

You swallowed hard. “It’s too much, Duff.”

His lips parted slightly. “What is?”

“The age gap. Us.” Your voice wavered. “I sat across from your daughters today, and I felt like one of them. Not your girlfriend. Just some stupid kid playing pretend with a rockstar.”

His expression softened. “Jesus, baby…” He stepped closer, cupping your face. “You think I see you like that?”

You blinked fast, trying to keep the tears at bay. “How can you not?”

His thumb brushed your cheek. “Because you’re not some kid to me. You’re the woman I—” He cut himself off, inhaling sharply. “The woman I love.”

Your breath hitched.

His hands slid down, gripping your hips, pulling you against him. “You’re not some fling. Not some pretty young thing to show off.” His voice was lower now, rougher. “You’re mine.”

You let out a shaky breath, your fingers fisting in his shirt.

“I don’t give a shit what anyone else thinks,” he murmured.

Duff’s fingers pressed into your hips, not hard, but firm enough to hold you there, like he was afraid you’d slip right through his hands. His breath was warm against your forehead, his voice gravelly and low.

“You think this is some kinda mid-life crisis for me?” His mouth twitched, but there was no humor behind it. “That I wake up every morning next to you and think, ‘Huh, look at that—another kid in my bed?’”

You swallowed hard, but your throat was dry.

“No,” he murmured. “I wake up, and I see you. This smart, funny, stubborn-as-fuck woman who doesn’t take shit from anyone—not even me.” His grip on your hips tightened. “And I think, fuck, I’m lucky.”

Your chest was aching now, tight with something you couldn’t name.

“You know what I felt when you walked out that door?” His voice was sharp now, clipped. “Like someone put a fucking fist through my ribs and squeezed.” He shook his head, eyes burning into yours. “I don’t chase people. I never have. But I’ll always come after you.”

The city lights buzzed around you, cars humming in the distance, the warm night air thick with something electric. He was looking at you like you were the only fucking thing that mattered in the world.

And just like that—you broke.

The tears came fast, hot, slipping down your cheeks before you could stop them. Your hands fisted in his t-shirt, yanking him closer, burying your face in his chest.

“Hey, hey.” His arms wrapped around you, pulling you in. “None of that, baby.” His hand slid up to cup the back of your neck, grounding you. “You’re mine, yeah?”

You nodded against him, a shaky breath hitching in your throat.

He pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you whispered.

A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Damn right you are.”

Then—his lips crashed against yours.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet. It was heat and desperation and ownership. His hands slid down, grabbing the backs of your thighs, and before you could even process it, you were being lifted—your legs wrapping around his waist as he backed you into the alleyway behind some closed-up diner.

The streetlamp flickered overhead, casting long, golden shadows as he pressed you against the cool brick wall.

“I should take you home,” he muttered against your lips. “Lay you down nice and slow. Make love to you all fucking night.”

Your fingers tangled in his curls, yanking him back to your mouth. “Then why don’t you?”

His teeth grazed your jaw, his breath hot against your skin.

“‘Cause right now, I need to fuck you.”

Then he was unbuckling his belt, shoving your skirt up, his hands everywhere—gripping, bruising, owning.

“Gonna remind you who you belong to, baby,” he growled against your throat.

And fuck—did he ever.

[skepticalarrie]

I have been thinking about last year’s Euro meetup of Louis and Harry. I feel this is a very significant event that took place. Some might argue saying what’s the big deal, the more I think about it, feel like it was sort of a glimpse of a preview Harry and Louis provided.

I mean they haven’t been seen in the same vicinity for a decade. They have pulled off their ninja moves so throughly. Then Louis admitting Harry does attend his concerts, although inadvertently during a different conversation altogether. I know they plan things together, but this just feels cherry on the top to attest to all their intentional public absence together. They chose not to be seen together for so long, and then boom in the same room. And that random pic dropped out of no where to ensure that they were indeed in the same company of crowd.

Maybe, I’m making a big deal out of nothing, yet when I think about this day, the two people who avoided each other like a plague, and to do that I’m sure there must have been so much of planning too behind the scene-all of a sudden in the same vicinity! There is nothing to prove, but this event just ratifies what they are doing, and that they are in fact in touch with each other, as opposed to the popular belief otherwise. They definitely planned and attended the same event. I wish we would’ve got more pictures, but it seems like they’re very protective of them and their relationship, so they do not even think of letting any intruders pry. But I suddenly got this thought, how come people are missing the major point over here: they chose not be seen together for a decade and then like hey we are at the same game. It just goes to show how tactile they’re and this sorta gave me the sense, that they will never do any ‘coming out’, they know what they are doing, and pretty confident and stable in whatever the semblance they have created.

Yes, I totally agree it was a big deal, especially considering everything they went through just to not be seen together, even when they were in the same band. I’m just glad they can do things on their own terms now. They obviously don’t want to put it all out there for the world, but at the same time, they were comfortable enough to just exist and live their lives and be there. And honestly, that means everything to me as a larrie. Their happiness and comfort have always been what I wished for and supported, and seeing them reach that point is all that matters

[wavescrashtotheshore]

i cannot stop thinking about the way buck says “no way” when tommy admits he has been wanting to call. it was so jarring to me at first because evan buckley if you don’t tell this man you wanted to call him too i swear i’ll- anyway moving on

but i understand buck is the one who got broken up with. the last time he told tommy about what he wants, he got dumped, tommy ran away. so he’s keeping his cards close to his chest now.

but i also think it’s a disservice to the implications behind the hookup to ignore everything he’s gone through since the break up. he’s had a rough year in general, but like he said in 8x10, everything started going downhill when tommy dumped him. everything with eddie, everything with maddie, all the changes in his life (including the move, which is an entire other discussion). it’s a lot and he hasn’t had someone to lean on.

so, buck has been feeling lonely and rejected and on edge for a long time. hearing tommy talk about wanting him, well of course he jumped at the chance for some closeness, the hook up AND getting back together. it wasn’t about tommy but it was ALL about tommy at the same time. because he started this spiral, however unintentionally.

and maddie saying it wasn’t a good enough reason to get back together with someone is right. they haven’t discussed their issues, they haven’t had a full conversation about anything. they haven’t earned it back yet.

it seemed like buck was full speed ahead about trying again with tommy, as long as tommy was actually on board, but it was just him trying to get back to his former equilibrium without thinking about it. a little desperate for his old normalcy.

so while don’t agree that buck needs to learn how to be alone again, i do think maddie’s intention were right, and it’s what oliver was saying in those 8x06 interviews* essentially. buck needs to decide if this relationship is worth fighting for, if there is a point to being together despite the hurdles they’re facing now.

*not that i think he was talking about this but it’s where we’ve ended up at this point

[shorthaltsjester]

sorry to say but i do actually think the focus tlovm puts on showing the workings and backgrounds of npcs is actively taking away from one of the main things that made campaign 1’s story compelling (notably. vox machina and their bonds with each other beyond the people they’re in love with)

[starbylers]

Thinking again about how intimate talks at sunset while working together on a mission is soon to be canon…

Feels like mutual love interest behaviour to me idk

[wrightandco]

I probably just have shippers goggles on but I really can’t see how the “well at least I found out how edgeworth feels about marriage… not that it has anything to do with the case….” isn’t nrmt signalling

[clingyduofan]

i cant stop thinking about these chat messages . and i can’t even explain why they make me so insane because my brain just keeps repeating What if theyre evil. But what if they’re not