#listen I could go on and on about established relationship lando
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đ + ur thoughts on being lando's wag. like proper committed exclusive relationship. and ur always at the races to support himđ„ș
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honestly it'd probably be hell it'd be so much fun đŹ
Lando is so clingy boyfriend coded even as he's maturing, so he'd absolutely need you by his side as much as possible, but especially on race weekends. You ground him, you make him feel like a king, so moments with you before practice/qualifying/the race get him in that perfect mindset. Arriving on the paddock hand in hand, him beaming, you trying not to ugly laugh over the inappropriate joke he just whispered. Lowkey matching your outfits - he'd so get you a necklace that matches his!! - and he'd proudly wear a bracelet with your name on it. (Fans would adore you, obvs)
Quickies in his driver's room, him rushing to media with flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes and scratches on his neck. Oscar facepalms and shakes his head.
He's a dog guy but he'd come home from a few days at the MTC with a kitten because he knows you love cats - the same day you come home with a dog to surprise him.
In turn he'd fully support your career and interests. Gardening? He helps you set up a container garden on the apartment balcony. Cooking? He'll sit on a stool in the kitchen handing you ingredients and insist on doing the washing up. You're a writer? He's booking trips to the places you want to write about. Corporate badass? When you get home from work and need to rant about that bitch Francine in marketing he's commiserating and now he hates Francine on your behalf.
The relationship is as private as can be when one's dating a formula one driver, but he casually mentions you in interviews. "Oh yeah my girlfriend and I are going there next week" when another driver mentions NYC/Thailand/wherever. "My girlfriend's favourite" when asked about a local dish or dessert. And always, always, with slightly pink cheeks and a little grin.
Back to being at the races! No matter the outcome the first thing he does is go to you for a hug. Whether it's a joyous we did it or a more solemn did my best but... he needs your embrace as soon as he's out of the car. During a drama free race he will pop on the radio with a cheeky "she hasn't gone to sleep has she? tell her I love her" to Will.
It's late nights staying awake with him listening to him ramble when he gets in his head and feels insecure. It's running your fingers through his hair while his head's on your lap. It's his cologne in your clothes and your lipgloss on his cheek. It's driving around Monaco in his latest car while he theatrically panics in the passenger seat. It's laughter - so much laughter.
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the slip up l lando norris x reader
request/summary â lando and reader are in a secret established relationship, until lando accidentally slips up on stream
author's notes â first piece of writing, feedback appreciated!!! this is just my thoughts written down honestly, i didnât have much idea where i was going with it so enjoy.
Max was streaming with Lando at his place. Lando drags his feet over to the stream room, sitting on a chair next to Max. He was scrolling on his phone, trying to pass the time.Â
âMate, Iâm gonna leave, youâre being so boring,â Lando joked under his breath as he ran a hand through his hair.Â
âIâll make things more interesting then. Chat, wanna know something really interesting about Lando?â Max asked with a mischievous smile as he looked back at Lando. Lando watched with suspicion of what max could say next.Â
âLandoâs got a secret girlfriend,â Max sings to annoy Lando. Landoâs eyes shot up, his heart pounding as he turned off his phone, the same phone he was using to text you, his girlfriend. âI donât, chat, donât listen to him. Heâs just trying to piss me off,â Lando says as he shoots Max a glare.Â
âââââ
A few months later, everyone has chalked up that interaction to Max simply trying to annoy and rile up Lando, and no one thought much of it. On a miracle of a night in spring, Lando was in Monaco and decided to stream. He had a hoodie on, his hair all messy, but a smile on his face. About an hour into the stream, I knock on the door of his stream room quietly. Lando immediately turned off his video and mic, telling chat to give him a minute.Â
I walk in, a black slip dress on with a cropped white cardigan, my hair and makeup done all fancy. âHi, baby,â Lando says as he pulls me in by the waist, onto his lap. âGirls night tonight, right?â He says with a soft smile. He always makes sure to pay attention to anything Iâve mentioned to him, including my plans to hang out with Lily and Carmen tonight, Alex and Georgeâs girlfriends.Â
I hum in response. âYeah, weâre gonna get dinner and then take some Instagram photos,â I say as I stand up from his lap, âyou like the dress? Itâs new.â I give him a little twirl to show off the dress.Â
Lando smiles brightly. âI love it, baby, you look gorgeous. Like always,â he says as he leans in for a kiss. âText me when youâre done and need me to pick you up, yeah?â I nod and smile.Â
Once I leave, Lando puts his headset back on, turning his mic and camera back on. He scrunches up his face as heâs met by shouting from Max into his headset. âWhatâs your problem, man?â Lando asks with confusion. Max sighs. âLando, you had your mic on the whole time. People heard that whole conversation and I was trying to tell you but as always, you ignored me,â Max says with some frustration in his voice, but mostly amusement.Â
âOh,â Lando says as he realizes what has happened. Not knowing what to do, Lando panics and ends stream.Â
When my friends and I reach the restaurant, we find it pouring rain, which was the most of our worries since the restaurant was outdoor. With frowns, we all pile back into the car and drive ourselves home. I arrive home only twenty minutes after I left, my dress soaked. My brows furrow in confusion to see Lando on the couch on his phone when i come back, and not on stream.Â
I slip off my shoes. âI thought you were streaming?â I ask softly as I make my way over to him. âWhat happened to you? Youâre all soaked! Here, let me get you a towel and you can get dressed into some of my hoodie and sweats to get comfy,â Lando says, trying to avoid the fact that he had just live streamed his whole conversation with his girlfriend.Â
I saw the panic in Landoâs eyes. âStop,â I say as I stood in front of him, âwhat did you do?â Lando shoots me a bright grin. âI love you, babe. So so much. And you know Iâd do anything for you.â This made me even more suspicious. âLan,â I say as my eyes narrowed.
âOkay, okay. I might have forgotten to mute my mic when we were talking right before you left. I swear I thought I had turned it off!â He says as he panics before beginning to ramble. âAnd I called you baby, and gorgeous, and your voice was heard too. And Max was telling me the whole time through my headset, but it was off and even if it were on, you know I donât think about anything else when Iâm with you. And there were thousands of people on the stream and you specifically told me you wanted to keep it private because you didnât want to get hate crimed by the fans and you wouldnât be able to handle it and I mean, I wanted to but it just slipped and im so so sorry but-â He stops in confusion when a giggle escapes my lips. âWhy arenât you upset?â He asks slowly.
I smile as I slip my arms around his neck, his hands instinctively wrapping around my waist. âWell. Number one, youâre cute when you panic. Number two, no one saw me, so itâs okay. I mean, considering how in love you are with me, they were bound to find out at some point that you had a girlfriend,â I tease with a smile tugging at my lips.Â
He scoffs and rolls his eyes playfully at me. âOkay, yeah. I am absolutely in love with you. Still, youâre not bothered by this?â he asks slowly, hesitation lacing his voice.
âI promise Iâm not. It was a mistake. Plus, that just means itâs gonna be all the more fun trying to watch them figure out who it is youâre dating,â I say playfully with a giggle.Â
âThatâs true,â Lando says softly with a hum, âI love you.â
âI love you too. Although, donât make me have to have you on adult supervision every time you stream now to make sure nothing else slips out of your mouth,â I tease as I playfully poke his side.Â
âAh! Okay okay, promise,â he says with a giggle as he leans in for a gentle and loving kiss.
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what makes the sunset?
3k celebration blurb for @katsu28! you can find my celebration post here if you'd like to celebrate with me :) title inspired by the song what makes the sunset? - frank sinatra. if youâd like, give it a listen! thatâs the vibe of lando x reader in thisđ word count: 845 summary: sappy sunset with lando. obvious they both love each other but no established relationship (i love idiots in love).
The time was nearing 8:00pm â youâd already cooked and cleaned up dinner, thrown a load of laundry in the washer, changed into comfy PJs, and vacuumed your entire living space.
The tick of your tv remote was beginning to drive you mad. Each time you scrolled to the next tv show or movie in your recommended, the sound grew louder and louder. After ten minutes of searching, you reached for your phone and went to the last text thread in your messages.
what should I watch? I literally canât find anything that looks interesting and itâs driving me insane
The reply bubbles appeared on your screen almost immediately, but your (hopefully) saving grace decided to call instead of respond via text.
âWhat are you in the mood for?â Lando asked, his mouth clearly full of his dinner.
âDid you call me so that you wouldnât have to take a break from eating to text me back?â
âMaybe, but Iâm the one asking the questions here. What are you in the mood for?â
âHmm,â you paused, âsomething beautiful, passionate, emotionally stirring. I want to feel something.â
âAnd you came to me for suggestions?â Landoâs laugh rang through the speaker, the sound filling you with warmth.
âWell, excuse me, Mr. âIâm a Scorpio and let me tell you all about itâ! Arenât you supposed to be passionate and emotional?â
âAlright, give me a minute to think!â
The silence was brief, not even 30 seconds had passed before Lando began speaking again.
âBe ready in 15 minutes, Iâve got the perfect idea.â
Before you had a chance to ask what he meant, the line went dead. You huffed out a breath and made your way to your room to change out of your pajamas â which, quite honestly, soured your mood a bit.
Exactly 15 minutes after your call ended, Lando Norris was furiously knocking at your door.
âCome on, come on, hurry up!!!â You could hear him yelling from outside your apartment â thank goodness it was early enough that your neighbors wouldnât complain about a nighttime disturbance.
Swinging your door open, you came face to face with Lando, his arm raised to knock incessantly once again.
âYou are insufferable,â you huffed. Those were the only words you could get out before Lando was practically dragging you towards the elevators.
âWhere are we even going?â
âItâs a surprise,â he sang. You couldnât help but laugh at his giddiness, following him blindly down to his car sitting outside your building, still running and somehow not stolen.
You tried to guess â ice cream, a friendâs place, a movie theater. With each guess, Lando shook his head and teased that he wasnât going to tell you. Soon, Lando had parked his car in a familiar lot, one youâd driven to many times before when the weather was nice and he was miraculously home. Â
The sand was white and inviting â it squished underneath your toes as you stepped onto the beach, soft and still slightly warm from the sun beating down on it all day. You began to sit down when you heard Lando shouting behind you.
âNO sandy bottoms in my car, I brought a beach blanket you heathen!â
Sure enough, you turned around and there he was with the beach blanket youâd bought for him last summer. It had papayas on it, you simply couldnât pass up the opportunity.
âSo what are we doing here, Lan?â
He gestured towards the view in front of you. âYou said you wanted to watch something beautiful and emotionally stirring.â
You looked at him quizzically, his hint completely lost on you. He rolled his eyes teasingly, scooting closer to you and bringing his arm up to look at his watch.
âThe sun should start setting in aboutâŠfive minutes? If I timed this correctly.â
âYou brought me to the beach to watch the sunset?â A soft smile graced your lips, and it was your turn to scoot closer to Lando, only a few centimeters separating your legs.
âIt just kind of popped into my head, but I should have asked you. I didnât totally think this through, Iâm sorry â â
âLando,â you interrupted him. âItâs perfect. Thank you.â
He smiled at you and breathed a sigh of relief as he looked out towards the water, his shoulders visibly relaxing. It was silent for a few moments until he tensed again, turning to face you with wide eyes.
âAre you cold? The temperature is going to drop like twenty degrees, I have an extra hoodie in my car, let me go grab it.â
As he started to get up, you gently grabbed his arm and pulled him back down, finally closing the tiny gap of space between you.
âIâm fine, Lando,â you insisted, leaning your head on his shoulder and linking your arms. âYouâre everything I need.â
He relaxed again and lowered his head slowly to meet yours, intertwining your fingers at the same time. As the two of you sat in silence, unspoken words and feelings swirled around in your minds.
Emotionally stirring was an understatement.
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Give and Take (Kind of Love We Make) [Mini Verstappen Series]
Dad!Max Verstappen x Wife!Reader (Established Relationship)
Summary: Max had a plan in his head for the evening. He had mapped out the track before, and intended to keep to his strategy until they got home.
Warning(s): 18+, Implied sexual content, Oral Sex (Female Receiving) okay maybe it's more than implied.
A/N: Thank you Anon for your request. I hope you like it! It's a little more than steamy but I couldn't help myself as I was working on it.
Title from the song I Get Off by Halestorm
There is a short morning after continuation in the reader's POV here.
Words: 3k
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Nico would be spending the night at Landoâs since he and Y/N were having date night tonight. He was in the process of dropping Nico off before going back home.
"Nico," Max said while Lando was in the other room. Nico had run over to Max and hugged his legs.
"Take care of Uncle Lando." Max wasn't concerned about Nico spending time with Lando. He was concerned that Lando wouldn't know what to do with Nico aside from letting him eat junk food and watch cartoons past his bedtime.
"Max," Lando started to say walking out from the guest room in his apartment. "He'll be fine. I'll make sure that the kid is in bed by midnight."
Max gave Lando a knowing glare.
"10 o'clock?"
Max made sure to look him right in the eyes this time. He and Y/N never let Nico stay up past 9 on a weekend.
"Fine, 9." Lando looked slightly defeated.
Max kissed Nico on his forehead, "Mama and I will pick you up in the morning."
Nico gave a quick nod back.
âNo sugar after 8 Lando,â He warned. Lando just nodded and smiled at him. The Brit was going to regret not listening to him.
It only took Max half an hour to drive home. As he walked through the front door of the house, he could hear Y/N from her office that was on the far end of the living room. Probably on the phone with a client or one of her co-workers. He glanced down to his watch, to see that it was only 4:45, and they didnât have to be at the restaurant until 8.
Max had made his way downstairs to the master bedroom to take a quick shower. If Y/N wasnât out of her office by the time he was out he could get on the sim for a while or play Call of Duty online until he had to get dressed.
He was quick about his shower, washing his hair and body. When he got out of the shower, he considered shaving but then decided not to. His facial hair looked like it was turning into a full beard if he let it grow out a little more. He discarded his towel into the hamper, walking to his closet to rummage through his drawers for clean underwear, shorts and a shirt. As he was sliding his shorts over his legs, he could hear footsteps coming down the stairs.
He poked his head out of the closet to see Y/N walking into the room with her phone in her hand before dropping it onto the sheets of the bed.
âHow was dropping Nico off?â She asked.
âLando didnât listen when I told him about Nicoâs schedule.â
âThen he can deal with the consequences of him not going to bed.â She had slipped into her closet while Max moved to the other doorway that connected to the bathroom.
âHow much do you want to bet heâll call Daniel if he has trouble?â Max knew that Lando would need help.
âI donât think you give him enough credit.â Max knew right away that she was just saying that to rile him up a bit.
âA bet then?â He asked.
âPick up duty next week?â He would take that bet.
That seemed fair. He knew that Y/N had to work late next week, so if Lando didnât need help with Nico, Max could take care of picking up Nico next week.
âAnd what do I get if I win?â He asked. She only looked at his eyes and he knew that if he was right, it would only be a matter of when he wanted something, not what it would be.
âDeal.â Max kisses her, pulling her into his chest, her hands settling at his sides before he slowly moved away from her. He left her standing there until he heard the shower turn on.
He left the bathroom and made the short walk to the room where his racing sim was. He set up iRacing for a quick session. By the time the session would end, he could log off and get dressed and would still be ready to leave before Y/N.
Gianni and Enzo were online, and they ran through a quick session. As they were all finishing out the session Max looked at the time on the corner of one of the screens on his sim to see it say 6:28. He was quick about saying bye to the guys, but not quick enough that he didnât catch Gianni teasing him about his dinner plans before he logged off.
His bare feet against the hardwood floors carried him back to the bedroom, to Y/N sitting on the bed with her hair and makeup already done. She had her robe on, one sleeve was sliding down her arm as she was checking her phone.
Maxâs eyes moved up her arm to her exposed neck for a few moments. His eyes moved up her face momentarily seeing her lips covered in red lipstick. The sound of the clang of something against the nightstand made him blink. He caught her eyes, and the small smile that spread over her lips.
Max was quick to disappear into his closet, pulling out black slacks, a white button up, and black dress shoes. As he was getting dressed, he kept catching little peeks of Y/N as she pulled on her clothes. Taking hangers out to look at clothes before he saw her settle on a dark blue dress that complimented her skin tone. He had just shoved his wallet into his pants when he could hear her footsteps against the marble floor.
âMaxy, can you zip me up?â She asked. He looked up to see her standing there in a form fitting dress that hugged her perfectly.
He gave her a nod, and she turned around to see that she had managed to pull the zipper up some of the way. He pulled it up the rest of the way before kissing the back of her neck, where the necklace she was wearing was clasped together.
He could feel her melt under him for a moment, âWe have reservations at 8.â She hummed.
âI know,â He whispered into her ear. âI made them.â
It would have been easy to persuade her out of the dress and to just order dinner, but he wanted to take her out. There was a foreplay-like aspect about sitting in a crowded restaurant and having to wait it out until they got home.
Max had a plan in his head for the evening. He had mapped out the track before, and intended to keep to his strategy until they got home.
She turned around in his arms, kissing him with her hands now in his hair, and he could feel that she was trying to push him up against the closest wall to get her way.
âMijn leeuwin,â He started to maul against her lips. His hand moved low, finding the slit that was cut in her dress. His hand started to move up, slowly caressing her skin with his fingers. He kept his feet grounded in the marble flooring before forcing their lips apart.
He looked at her to see her pupils blown wide, and her lipstick a small mess. âAfter dinner.â He muttered. He knew what she was trying to do, and it wouldnât work on him. He pressed his lips together and pushed the feeling of arousal from his mind.
He pecked her on the lips quickly before disappearing into his closet to put the rest of his clothes on. He could hear her let out a frustrated huff from the bathroom, before he heard the clicking of heels against the marble.
It didnât take Max that long to put shoes on. When he had walked out of the bathroom, Y/Nâs makeup looked perfect, like he hadnât kissed her and wrecked her lipstick just because she let him. They had left the house before 7, and Max had his hand on her thigh the entire time he was driving. The restaurant was a 45-minute drive, and by the time they were a few minutes away Max let his hand venture up a bit high on her leg. He could feel her eyes on him, but he kept his eyes on the road.
He wanted her to do her best to force him out of the restaurant after they ate while he acted as the perfect gentleman.
When they pulled up to the restaurant, Max got out of the car first before walking over and opening her door to help her out and give her his arm as they walked.
Once they were inside, the hostess saw them and took them to a table that was closed off to most of the restaurant. Max let Y/N sit first before a waiter pulled out his chair for him, so he was sitting next to her.
They ordered drinks quickly, Max with his normal Gin & Tonic, and Y/N with her usual. Conversation was light before their drinks came. They were quick to thank the waiter.
âOf course, Mr. and Mrs. Verstappen.â The waiter said with a half nod.
Max reached over kissing the back of Y/Nâs hand and saw the sparkle of her diamond ring reflected in the candle on their table.
âIâm still getting used to being called that.â She said to him after the waiter left.
âIâll make sure to call you that more often,â No one that they knew really called her that. Pierre would throw it out there every once in a while.
They had been looking over the menus, and Maxâs eyes had fallen to the appetizers when he felt something smooth press into the leg of his dress pants. It was probably the side of her shoe running up and down his calf. Max looked past his menu to see Y/N had a small smile on her face with her eyes running over the menu, she must think she was being clever.
âKitten, that wonât work.â He managed to get out before the waiter came back. Their eyes met before shifting over to the waiter.
He asked if they were ready to order, and Max was just about to answer when Y/N had dropped her hand into his lap and gave his upper thigh a squeeze.
âGive us another moment to look at the menu.â She cooly said while Max gave the waiter a tight smile. Max had half a mind to leave a hundred on the table, take her hand and leave.
Max waited until the waiter left again giving both of them a curt nod. Max placed the menu down before dropping his hand under the table and ran his fingers over her thigh before finding the slit in her dress once again.
He leaned towards her, running his nose over the shell of her ear, and moving his hand closer to her core. He could feel her slightly shudder against his hand.
âIf you donât stop, I will take you home.â He promised through gritted teeth. He quickly moved his hand away after.
He gave it another 10 minutes before she tried reaching towards his waist. After that Max made a quick move for his wallet, leaving a hundred-dollar bill on the table and grabbing Y/Nâs hand. Too bad for her that she would have to suffer through the car ride back to the house.
They were rushing out of the restaurant after paying the bill. Max gave the valet a 20-dollar tip before collecting the key to his Aston Martin. The drive back to the house would have felt quick if it wasnât for Y/Nâs hand on his thigh running over the fabric of his slacks.
He tried to keep his focus on the road and was grateful when he finally got to the gate to the house. Y/N was quick to get out of the car once it was parked, walking in front of him with a distinct sway of her hips before making her way through the side door.
Max got out of the car and followed her through the door before he saw her place her shoes to the side in the entryway. He tossed his keys onto the console with his jacket falling over them. He pushed his shoes off letting them pile up under it.
His eyes fell to Y/Nâs bag ended up on top of his jacket. She stepped close to him; his hands went to her waist. Her hands slowly moved towards him, settling in the middle of his chest. He dropped his head just a bit letting their lips meet.
He tightened his grip, crushing the delicate fabric in his hands. Her hands slowly moved up and quickly settled in his hair. He started to search for the zipper that he knew was on the back of the dress, getting frustrated when he couldnât find it, and let a whine slip past his lips.
He felt one of her hands drop from his hair and took his hand in hers to show him where the zipper was. He pulled away from her letting their lips fall away before opening his eyes to look into hers. The zipper was easy to undo, but he couldnât look away from her.
âIt took you over an hour to get ready just for me to take it all off of you.â He teased.
He saw a light flush reach her cheeks before the dress fell from her frame and pooled around her feet.
She stood there in black lingerie and diamonds. From there Max made quick work of undoing the buttons of his shirt, and she even helped him undo the last few, as laughter fell from both their lips before the shirt ended up on the growing pile of clothes.
Their feet led them into the living room, in a mess of lips, tangled limbs and moans that double paned glass couldnât muffle. Max let out an audible hiss feeling her nails pressing lines down his back as they moved as one.
Max couldnât take it anymore. He pulled her outside with him until he was sitting on the couch and had her sit in front of him. She melted against the side of his chest, and reached for the waist of his pants, undoing the button and zipper before forcing them down his legs the best she could. He kicked them off. He felt her lips on his neck right after and he couldnât help but reach for her, fully pulling her into his lap.
âYou always get like this.â He said, rolling his hips into hers.
âThatâs because I need you.â She muttered, pulling away from his neck looking into his eyes. âAlways.â
Their lips met once more, and it wasnât long before the last of their clothes ended up discarded by the couch. The night sky being the only thing that shielded them from the rest of the world.
A while later, Max laid there with his back against the cushion of the couch that was in the backyard. Y/N was curled up against his chest with her leg thrown over his hip, and his right hand settled on her left thigh. He laid a kiss on her forehead and tried not to groan at the feeling of his back hurting from where she had dug her fingernails into his back. He knew that when he woke up in the morning the red lines would still be there to remind him.
âMaxy,â She said with her head tucked under his chin.
He hummed into her hair as a response as he mindlessly traced random shapes into the bare skin of her back.
âThank you for taking me out for dinner.â She said tucking a sweaty piece of his hair away from his forehead.
âYouâre welcome, Mrs. Verstappen.â He whispered into her ear. She was quick to pull him into another kiss before shifting in his lap. Max had followed her with his left hand on her lower back, feeling her sit up, and let out a groan that was building up in the bottom of his throat as she pulled away from him reaching for something.Â
He didnât want her shifting in his lap while he was still inside of her, making sure that his cum didnât drip out of her just yet. He opened his eyes to her, shifting her hips down, opening the blanket that was thrown over the back of the couch and settling it over both of them.
âThought I was going somewhere?â She asked. He just nodded.
He didnât want to move from where they were on the couch, but he had gained quite an appetite. Eventually, they pulled away from each other long enough for him to walk back inside for her phone and order pizza from the Italian place that closed at midnight.
Y/N had just set the phone down. Max moved down to his knees and pulled her to the edge of the couch so her legs were resting around his shoulders as he slowly brought her to the edge of an orgasm with his mouth, âMax, you shouldnât.â She moaned.
âI want something before, Iâm hungry.â He said letting his tongue catch what had dropped out of her. He made her come, and reveled in feeling her legs shake around his shoulders, eating her out and tasting the way that their cum mixed together.
Food had come by then, Max gave the delivery boy ÂŁ50, thanked him and then closed the door, boxes in hand. They vegged outside while eating, splitting the pizza and a tiramisu feeding each other bits and pieces.
Max placed the blanket that was over them on her shoulders and took her hand, walking through the backyard to the French doors that led to the master bedroom.
They ended up entangled around one another, not caring about their lack of clothing, with the sheets kicked off towards the edge of the bed by the early hours of the morning.
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Difference Between
Main Masterlist Landoscar Masterlist
Pairing: Canadian!female reader (nn: Sugar/Sweets) x Lando Norris x Oscar Piastri
Warnings: Fluffy, Polymory, Established relationship, Death
Summary: There's no place like home, and well, you have many, but none are more important to you than the two drivers of McLaren.
Requested: NO / yes
They pursued you first. You didn't want to be with them because it would cause too much attention, and you were scared of what people would say, of what kind of hate you would possibly receive.
Eventually, they convinced you to go on a date, and within days, you were dating both of them.
For a few months, your relationship didn't go public. You stayed in the bliss that was there with this new relationship.
It was new and amazing and great.
But eventually, you were spotted, and your relationship went from private to everyone, everywhere knew, and there was so much you were getting you could barely leave your apartment because of it.
You didn't even have to leave the apartment to get the hate. It's online. You blocked everyone and turned to private accounts, but there were still the pages of your boyfriends and of the McLaren team.
Lily, Oscar's ex-girlfriend and current best friend, helped you through your struggles, and when the boys were gone, she was at the apartment helping you through the mental breakdowns.
Your boyfriends knew of your breakdowns and even helped you through many of them. They addressed the hate many times on social media.
It didn't help much, but when a video exposed the dynamic of your relationship to the world, many in the public realized that you made the boys happier, and the hate didn't just make you sad. It made them mad about the people they thought would do this to their loved ones.
People realized that you weren't the enemy or a gold digger but a person of great kindness.
You made the papaya boys try their hardest to win when you were there.
People gave you bracelets to give to Lando, and you brought the merch between the fans and the boys to sign when they were preoccupied with other fans.
People began to respect you.
The fans loved it even more when they learned that Lando called you Sweets and Oscar called you Sugar.
It was a fan tribute that got to Lando and Oscar that made them want to use a race to pay tribute to you after your death after you were killed in an accident in your home country of British Colombia.
An accident that could've been stopped if they just listened to you when you visited your parents.
So, on the anniversary of your death, they were able to get F1 to agree to do a race on the Vancouver circuit.
A real race in remembrance of you, but even then, it was different.
Everything was different without you or the twins you were carrying at the time of your death.
The difference was one that could never be made up with you or them.
It was the difference between then and now.
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6 to 1 | lando norris (part 3)
paring: lando norris x leclerc!reader part 3 in the 6 to 1 series (read part 2 here)
so you agree to go on a date with lando, much to charles' dismay and even though you made it a rule not to date drivers, part of you knows that the second the night comes to an end, you'll be wondering why you ever made that rule in the first place
word count: 5.7k tags: subtle mention of death, established friendships, minor social media au aspects, this is mostly fluff
Ignoring social media was easy. You could just silence your phone.Â
Ignoring your brother was impossible, seeing as he practically forced himself into your hotel room after leaving the circuit.Â
A lot of the drivers were going out and partying, Charles should have joined them. Instead, he was pacing back and forth at the end of your bed as you finished touching up your make up.Â
âI lost a bet, Charles, stop making a big deal out of it,â you didnât want him to overreact about you going out with Lando, but it was too late.Â
Charles was standing only a few feet away when Lando approached you at the end of the race, but he couldnât ask you about it until you were all back at the hotel. Needless to say, when you dumbed it down and said you lost a bet which resulted in you going out with Lando, Charles wasnât too happy.Â
âSo you like him?â Charles questioned, catching your glare in the reflection.Â
âAs a person, yes.â You applied a layer of lip gloss and blotted it on a tissue before continuing, âDo I want to marry him and have his babies? No, Charles, I donât. I lost a bet. Itâs one date and youâre the only person making a big deal out of it.â
That wasnât true. Most of F1 twitter was making a big deal out of it. Lando might have asked you quietly if you were free tonight, but apparently there were some professional lip readers out there who managed to piece together what he asked you when the videos of him leaning in had surfaced.
You stood up from the chair and nudged Charles out of the way so you could grab a zip-up hoodie resting on the edge of the bed. Lando didnât tell you what you were doing tonight, but you assumed it would be casual.Â
âSo where are you guys going?â
âNo idea.â
âDo you even want to go out with him?â
You pulled the zipper up halfway and turned to Charles, trying to understand why he was so against the idea of you going out with one of his friends. You both knew he was a good guy and it wasnât as though you made it clear you were actually interested in Lando nor have you ever come out and hinted towards a relationship with him. It was just two friends going out.
This date was going to be a casual, a one time thing. It wouldnât happen again, but no matter how many times you repeated that to Charles, he still had his concerns.Â
âLando and I are friends. This is no different than me hanging out with Carlos.â
âBut you donât usually hang out with Carlos and if you do, itâs because Iâm with him.â
âYou need to cool it with the whole overprotective brother thing. It's very early-2000's-romcom."
There was a knock on the hotel room door and both you and Charles turned your head.Â
You held up a finger towards him seeing as he was closest, âDonât you dare.â
Of course he didnât listen to you. Charles bolted towards the door and you swore at him as you caught up, grabbing his arm and trying to pull him back. Charles pressed his hand to your forehead, pushing you out of the way and you had no choice but to dig your heel into the back of his knee so he dropped to the ground.Â
Charles still tried to reach for the handle and you forced your way in between him and the door, keeping him at an arm's length by pressing against his shoulder and when you had a free second, you finally answered it.
âHey,â you were breathless. And not because Lando looked, dare you say, adorable in his typical Quadrant shirt and rosy cheeks and also not because he was holding a bouquet of daisies this time instead of a single flower. But because as soon as you swung the door open, Charles had stood up and pushed you out of the way, practically knocking you into the wall.Â
Lando had no idea what he was getting himself into. He took a step backwards and watched as the door closed slowly. He could have sworn he saw you about to take a swing at Charles, but no sound followed except for you yelling at your brother to fuck off and him yelling something back at you in Italian.
The door opened again, but this time it was Charles instead of you who was standing there.
He was also breathless. He eyed Lando up, eyebrows pinched together in an attempt to be intimidating, âWhere are you taking her?â
âJoyride, probably, in a stolen vehicle,â Lando answered without any hesitation. âAnd then we might get matching tattoos, but that depends on how long it takes for us to rob a bank first.â
With literally all of the strength you had, you side-checked Charles, sending him stumbling away from the door. You smiled at Lando and quickly ran your fingers through your hair, knowing that none of it was in place anymore.
âHi,â you said again, less out of breath this time. âBank robbery?â
âYeah I figured committing a felony in a foreign country is probably on your bucket list.â
 A laugh passed through your lips, âYou know me so well.â
Charles gripped the side of the door and pulled it all the way open, âI donât approve of this.â
âWeâre not actually doing anything illegal,â Lando clarified with a chuckle of his own. When it was evident that Charles wasnât finding this amusing, Landoâs smile dropped and he cleared his throat.Â
You were expecting him to apologise, or to tell Charles what he actually had in mind, but with the most serious expression he could force his features into, Lando plucked one of the daisies from the bouquet and handed it to Charles.
âDonât wait up, mate.â
Lando grabbed your hand before Charles could get another word out, pulling you into the hallway. You glanced over your shoulder just in time to see the door shut on your brother's face.Â
You felt so childish. Landoâs hand in yours as you ran towards the elevator, both of you knowing that this date probably wasnât the best idea but neither of you caring enough to say something to stop it. There was an incredibly high chance that Lando would be recognized wherever you went, and if you were spotted with him, which you would be, twitter would be all over it.
But you didnât let yourself think about that as you stepped into the elevator. Lando let go of your hand and pressed the button to head down to the lobby. As he leaned back against the wall, he finally handed you the daisies.Â
âWhat am I supposed to do with these?â You asked, carefully grabbing the steps.
Lando shrugged, âI did my part.â
âYour part?â You asked. âWhat does that mean?â
Lando let his head fall back against the elevator wall as he laughed, âI said Iâd get you a bouquet and I did! I donât care what you do with them.â
You should have expected that sort of answer from Lando.
âWhere are we headed anyway?â You asked next. âWhat did you plan?â
The doors opened with a quiet ding. Lando grabbed your hand again. You noticed that each time he reached for you, you grew more and more comforted by his touch. It was a slow progress, but it was something.
But Lando wasnât going to give away what he had in mind for this evening adventure. He stayed quiet, lips sealed and turned upwards into a smirk as he led you towards the front doors of the hotel.Â
Parked out front was a luxury, black Audi. You didnât have to ask if Lando rented it for the night, that question was answered when the valet handed the key to him. He grabbed the handle of the passenger door and pulled it open for you, taking the flowers momentarily as you buckled your seat belt.Â
Before he could shut the door, you looked up at him and asked again, âCome on Norris, where are we going?â
âDo you trust me?â
âNot in the slightest.â
With another laugh, Lando shut the door, leaving you as clueless as you were before. You watched as he spoke to the valet for a moment before getting into the driver's seat. Lando took a quick look at his surroundings and then he sped off into the streets of Montreal.Â
4
âYou donât like red velvet?â Lando asked as he took a bite of a cupcake he had just purchased from a pop up vendor. Some cream cheese icing stuck to his upper lip and you stifled your laughter behind your hand as you shook your head.
âNo, itâs not my favourite,â you said, grabbing a napkin before leaving the stand. You handed it to Lando and his quick eyebrow twitch doubled as a thank you as he wiped his face.
He swallowed the bite before moving onto his next question, âDoes pineapple belong on pizza?â
âAbsolutely not,â you shook your head again. âAnd what the hell are these questions?â
Lando quickly scarfed down half of the cupcake, stepping closer to you when a couple of kids went running past in the opposite direction. Heâd been asking you the most absurd questions ever since he parked the car, ranging from childhood related ones to favourites and dislikes. It was giving you whiplash, and he also wasnât letting you ask any.Â
âIâm just trying to get to know you better,â Lando answered casually. âI feel like everyone knows me, or knows a lot about me which is fine, itâs the life I signed up for but I donât know anything about you.â
âThatâs not true,â you argued. âYou know my favourite desert.â
âAnd that you like daisies.â
He finished the rest of the cupcake and you took the wrapper from him, tossing it in the nearby trash can. When you turned back around, you spotted a few strangers watching you, or more specifically, watching Lando.
âGo take a picture with them,â you encouraged.
âIâm out with you,â he said quietly, purposely avoiding the eager eyes of the motorsport fans. âI donât want to be rude.â
You rolled your eyes, this might have been the first time you rolled your eyes since he knocked on the door. âLando, itâs not rude. If I didnât want to be interrupted, I wouldnât have gone out in public with an F1 driver.â
You could see how conflicted he was. He really did want to spend time with you. Heâd been signing autographs all weekend.
But he was still a world famous driver when he stepped off the track. You pushed on his shoulder, subtly moving him in the direction of the fans before he could argue with you.Â
You watched as his face instantly lit up, mirroring the young fans, as they exchanged a few words and he signed the back of their shirts. Lando glanced your way and you offered him a smile, but he wasnât done with this impromptu meet and greet. A few other people recognised him, and then a few more, and then a few more.Â
After almost ten minutes passed, you found a bench to wait on. You could still see Lando and the circle of fans that had grown around him and you made sure he could still see you. Heâd look over his shoulder every few seconds, just to make sure you hadnât grown tired of hanging around.Â
But Lando didnât know it was impossible for you to become bored of this. You got a lot of joy out of watching him interact with the people who looked up to him, admired him. It put a smile on your face each time someone new asked for a selfie or for him to sign something.Â
It was obvious that Lando had a huge heart. Not only did he care about his friends and family, but he cared about every single person that ever approached him. He tried to make their experience special, even if it was a five second conversation.Â
When Lando pointed towards you, you watched as a few girls wearing Ferrari shirts recognised you instantly. You smiled of course, but you were planning on staying seated. You werenât the Formula 1 driver, that title belonged to your brother and the boy you were on a date with.Â
You were always the proud sister of Charles Leclerc, but that same fulfilling feeling started to sink in as you watched Lando.Â
When Lando finished up a few minutes later, he approached you with his arm outstretched for you to slide your hand into his.Â
âYou ready to call it a night?âÂ
You and Lando had been out for a few hours already, time raced by. Much like the evening he came to your flat unexpectedly, conversation flowed naturally, Lando didnât allow there to be a lull with all of his questions anyway.
You didnât want this night to end, but you both had early flights and this date wasnât supposed to take your entire evening away. You could admit you had fun, but you were okay with calling it here.
You grabbed his hand and he helped you up. Lando waved once more at the group of fans as he led the two of you out of the market.Â
He cleaned his neck to look down at you, âIâm s-â
âDonât even think about apologising,â you were quick to cut him off, already knowing that the next word out of his mouth was going to be sorry.Â
âBut I am,â Lando said. âI was with the fans for a while.â
âSo?â You raised your eyebrows. âLando I love that there are people out here who love you, who recognise you in Canada for christ sakes. I can hang out with you whenever. For these fans, those five seconds they just had with you might be the only five seconds they ever get. Iâm not going to take away any time from them nor should you feel bad, ever.â
You arrived at the parked car and you reached for the handle, but Lando stopped you before you could do anything just by tightening his grip on your hand the tiniest bit. He brushed his thumb over yours and as you met his gaze, you couldnât get a read on him. You had no idea what sort of thoughts were going through his head.
And then he smiled, the kind of smile that would make his cheeks hurt if he held it for too long.
âThank you,â he practically whispered those words. It made you wonder what sort of people he hung out with that made him feel guilty for giving his attention to fans.
âYou donât need to thank me, Lando,â you assured him. âI grew up in this lifestyle too, remember?â
You couldnât count all of the times you were out with your family and Charles and Arthur were stopped by adoring fans. Over time, it just became a normal occurrence and you never let it bother you.Â
Lando opened the door for you and waited until your seatbelt was on before shutting it. When he slid into the driver's seat, he didnât turn the car on right away. Like seconds prior, he just turned his head to look at you, his eyes darting all over your face.
His mouth parted just enough for his tongue to poke through as he licked his lower lip, âIf I wasnât such a gentleman, Iâd kiss you right now.â
His comment wasnât supposed to make you laugh, but it did anyway. You pulled your fingers through your hair. âOh, youâre a gentleman? Really?âÂ
Lando rolled his eyes at your rebuttal, âYou hurt me, you know? You crush my ego. A lot.â
You nudged his arm, âJust drive the car.â
The hotel wasnât too far away, and you were lucky enough that silence with Lando was comfortable, not awkward. For a while, the only sound came from the quiet radio station, playing French songs that Lando kept asking you to translate on the drive to the market, and the faint hum from the air conditioning.
And then Lando turned the radio off completely, keeping his eyes on the road, âCan I ask you something?â
You snorted, âYouâve been playing twenty questions all night, youâre really asking for permission now?â
Lando laughed as well, taking a second to glance your way. Your answer was equivalent to a âgo ahead,â so he went for it. Unintentionally causing this night to take a turn.Â
âHave you ever dated anyone?â
You didnât even need to think about it, âNo.â
âWhy not?â
Lando stopped at an intersection. The red light from above beaming down on half of his face. You could hear the crosswalk countdown through the glass and laughter coming from a group of people crossing the street, but the second you looked at Lando, all of that became background noise.
âItâs hard to let my guard down around people,â you admitted. âWhen Charles and Arthur started working their way up in motorsport, a lot of people wanted to get close to me just to get close to them. Girls wants to date them. Guys wanted to be their best friends. No one saw me for me. I always- I still am, I guess- the sister of the Leclerc drivers.â
The light turned green and the engine came to life again, but Lando reaching across the centre console to rest his hand on your leg only encouraged you to keep opening up to him.Â
âGrowing up, it was hard to figure out someone's true intentions,â you noticed Landoâs jaw clenched for a moment, like he could understand what you meant by that. He could. âIâm still young, but I like to think I have a better idea now than I did back then. And honestly, itâs for the best. Why allow myself to get heartbroken by someone who doesnât actually care about me?â
If only you knew what Lando was thinking.Â
I care about you, he wanted to say. God he wanted to scream it.Â
But he couldnât. He knew that this date was a one time thing. He knew your intentions, you wanted to remain friends. You didnât date drivers.Â
Why didnât you date drivers?
You slept with Pierre, but you never actually had feelings for him. Or any driver for that matter, from what he could recall.
âCan you explain something to me, then?â Lando asked, again taking a second to look at you. He hated that he was driving right now, he wanted to give you all of his attention. He didnât want you to have to share it with the road. âWhy donât you date drivers, Y/N? Or, athletes in a similar field? You grew up in this lifestyle so wouldnât it be easier to be in a relationship with someone who you donât have to worry is trying to get something out of you?â
His question was innocent enough. It wasnât as though he was trying to convince you to date him, or even give him a real chance, it was a genuine thought that he had. He was only trying to get to know you better.
But he had no idea the can of worms he just opened.
Lando saw the sliver of a painful smile stretch across your lips as you looked down, fiddling with the ring on your thumb. He didnât know you to be nervous, you were never nervous. Not even when Pierre made you uncomfortable, not when strangers approached you. You were always confident. Maybe a little apprehensive, but never nervous.Â
âLando Iâve seen people Iâve grown up with have their lives destroyed because of motorsport.â
The heavy exhale you let out almost broke him. He thought about pulling over just so he could take your hand in his as you spoke, but he kept his eyes on the road, letting you work through whatever was sitting on your shoulders.Â
âFriends,â you said quietly. âFamily.âÂ
Jules Bianchi wasnât just Charlesâ godfather.
âBeing the sister of racing drivers, Iâve accepted reality as it is,â you scratched the side of your face, feeling a sense of uneasiness travelling all throughout your body. âI know how dangerous the sport is, I know what my brothers have signed up for and I know the risks they face every time they get in the car. Itâs not easy to think about, but Iâve accepted it. They want to drive the fastest cars in the world and Iâm going to stand behind them and support them no matter what.â
Another breath. Lando sensed what was to follow.
âButâŠâ you paused, needing a second to shake your head, needing a second to ignore the flashes of all the incidents coming to the forefront of your mind. âEvery time thereâs an accident, I canât breathe. For ten seconds, twenty, thirty, however long it takes until they get out of the car or confirm that theyâre okay over the radio, my world stops. Iâm lucky, you know, my world hasnât stopped all that much recently, Arthur and Charles have had some really good races, but the risk is still there and I have to brace myself for that silence over the radio every time something goes wrong. Thatâs what breaks me. Thinking that maybe I wonât get a response this time.â
You still hadnât answered Landoâs question. He knew that everything you said, while important, was only the lead up to what he really wanted to know.Â
âNow imagine I was dating you,â you shifted in your seat but Lando kept his hand on your thigh, refusing to let go. âImagine we were together and for whatever reason, you collided with Charles.â
If Lando was being honest with himself, that was never a thought that crossed his mind. Of course he knew all about the risks when he got into the car, and of course he thought about being with you, but he never looked at those situations from the same perspective.Â
âThat's twice my world stops. Twice as much silence I have to brace myself for,â you explained, your voice breaking while doing so. âAnd if something did happen, thatâs twice as much pain. Twice as much heartbreak. Twice as difficult to find a reason to get out of bed in the morning.â
You were crying now. Not much, you took pride in yourself for being emotionally strong, but there were still a few tears that slipped as you thought about all of the dangers that could come from Formula 1. You raised your hand to wipe them away and Lando was quick to interlock his fingers with yours before you could go back to fiddling with your ring.
Lando was nearing the hotel now and he didnât know what to say. There was nothing he could say, nothing that would help, nothing that would assure you that scenario would ever happen because that was simply a promise he couldnât make.
The lights of the hotel growing closer had you wiping your eyes again, just to make sure they wouldnât be puffy as you stepped out of the car. The last thing you needed was to run into someone you knew and for them to question what the hell happened with Lando that left you in tears.
âIâm sorry,â you sighed, finally turning to face Lando. He parked in front of the doors, but held a finger up to the valet, indicating that they still needed another minute before getting out.Â
âThis isnât something you need to apologise for, Y/N,â Lando told you, sounding sincere and defeated at the same time. His eyes met yours and you could see the weight that was originally on your shoulders was now being transferred to his.Â
âBut we had such a fun night,â you said through a soft chuckle. âAnd then I just dumped that lot on you and-â you shrugged, âIâm sorry, I donât want you to think I donât like you. I do. I just will never allow myself to be vulnerable with you, or any driver for that matter.â
You did like Lando. As a friend, definitely. Possibly, probably, more if his occupation didnât involve driving up to 300 km/h.Â
But he was in the same dangerous field as Charles which meant you had to be safe because they couldnât be.Â
âHey,â you whispered, squeezing his hand. âIf it means anything, this was probably one of the best dates Iâve ever been on.â
That did make Lando smile, but it was followed with an eye roll, âItâs probably the only date youâve ever been on.â
âAnd now the bar is set incredibly high.â
Lando didnât want to let go of your hand.Â
You also didnât want to let go.Â
The second you stepped out of the vehicle, the date was over. Heâd go back to working his way up your ranking and he wouldnât be able to use the podium ultimatum again, it was a one time deal. Youâd have no reason to keep seeing him outside of the races and you knew that simply because you wanted to just wasnât strong enough.Â
You and Lando werenât supposed to be anything more than what you were now.
So you let go of his hand and reached for the handle of the door to push it open. Lando took an extra second to let that entire conversation sink in before he followed you, making sure to grab the daisies that had been left in the back seat. They were a little wilted, but they were still yours. He wouldnât let you forget them.
You walked side by side to the elevator, thanking him quietly when he handed over the bouquet. When the steel doors opened, you both stepped in and it would have been perfectly okay if you stood in opposite corners.
Instead, you leaned against the back of the elevator and dropped your head to his shoulder, staring down at the white and yellow flowers wrapped in brown paper. Lando dropped his head too, to rest on top of yours.
An unspoken agreement that this was coming to an end. This date, this night, this moment.Â
But that didnât sit right with Lando.
âWhat ifâŠâ
You lifted your head, once again trying to piece together what he was thinking as the numbers on the screen slowly started to ascend.Â
âWhat if we pretend for two minutes that Iâm not a driver?â
It took all of you not to roll your eyes because you could see that it was a genuine question. Your mouth curved up into a gentle smile and you so badly wanted to go along with that idea.Â
But those two minutes would be enough for you to forget every promise youâve ever made to yourself. Two minutes with Lando, acting as though he wasnât a Formula 1 driver, would lead into four and then eventually ten and then an hour and the next thing you knew, youâd be in McLaren garage, holding your breath for him, not just for Charles anymore.
âNo,â you whispered. âI canât.â
Lando nodded. It was worth a shot.Â
Two minutes would be enough to destroy you.
The elevator doors opened on your level and Lando held his arm out, letting you take the first few steps. As you walked quietly down the hallway, you glanced up at him, wondering how much this night would affect your friendship moving forward.
You handed Lando the flowers so you could take a second to find your room key, but before you could unlock the door, Lando took hold of your hand and forced you to give him your attention one last time.
âFor the record, this was probably one of the best dates Iâve been on as well.â
A blush crept up to your cheeks. No matter what, you couldnât stop yourself from smiling like an idiot.Â
You desperately wanted this night to end on a good note, you wanted him to know that you still cared about him, that you were still friends, that you still liked him even after you basically rejected all of his advances, serious or not.
So you playfully pushed on his arm, âYou didnât even bring up my driver ranking once.â
Lando hit his forehead, âDamn it, I knew I was forgetting something.â
And you rolled your eyes, because you always did when something stupid passed through his lips. Lando laughed at that reaction as he handed the flowers back to you.Â
âHave I passed Mr. Canadian yet?â
You thought about it for a second before eventually leading into a slow nod, âYeah, Iâd say you did. Your up to fourth.â
âLN4,â he grinned. âThatâs me, baby.â
God you hated how much his smile affected you. You hated that the muscles in your face went into auto drive and smiled back because of how contagious it was. And you fucking hated that you liked being the reason for that stupid grin.
You almost regretted saying no to his two-minute proposal in the elevator, but again, two minutes had the power to destroy you. That was too long, you couldnât risk it. That was enough time for him to kiss you and trail his lips down your neck to find the spot you couldnât resist. Youâd be opening up the door and dragging him in before those 120 seconds were up.
ButâŠ
You inhaled a sharp breath, âThirty seconds.â
Landoâs eyebrows pinched together, âWhat?â
âThirty seconds,â you repeated, a bit quieter, contemplating if this was a good idea. It probably wasnât. âI canât give you two minutes, but we can pretend for thirty seconds that youâre not a driver.â
You knew Lando had good reaction time, but you didnât expect his hands to cup your cheeks that quickly. The flowers fell from your grasp as Lando pulled your face to his, tilting your chin upwards so he could crash his lips against yours before you could take back anything you said.Â
If it was possible for someone to take all of the air out of your lungs from a single kiss, Lando was doing it and you didnât even care because the feeling of his mouth on yours was more intoxicating and inviting than oxygen, or the lack of, ever could be. His tongue slid past your lips. You could taste the red velvet cupcake he had earlier and all of a sudden it was your new favourite dessert.
You gripped onto the front of his shirt, pulling him close as his fingers slid towards the back of your neck and twisted through your hair. Both of you doing everything you could to memorise this moment before it was gone. You wanted to still feel the ghost of his lips on yours when these thirty seconds were up, you wanted to regret putting a timer on it and simultaneously regret letting yourself do this.Â
Lando kissed you like he had been waiting all night to do this, maybe he had. Maybe this was something he wanted to do since the second he parked his car after finishing third in the Grand Prix.Â
And then he pulled away.
His nose brushed against yours and it took all of your strength to not reconnect your lips. It didnât help that he teased you by brushing them right over yours. He was breathing in each of your exhales and in return you were doing the same.Â
There was no way that was thirty seconds. You werenât counting, clearly too preoccupied with his tongue roaming around your mouth, but you knew damn well that wasnât anywhere near thirty seconds.Â
Lando must have noticed your confusion, you werenât doing a good job at hiding it. His usually cheeky grin was replaced with a smirk instead.
âYou didnât think Iâd use all thirty seconds now, did you?â He asked. âIâve got to ration thatâŠmake it last.â
You shook your head slowly in disbelief. Leave it to Lando to find a loophole. You thought this was how the night would end, you were certain this would be the only time youâd ever kiss him, that youâd ever allow yourself to be vulnerable with him.Â
âYouâre such a little shit.â
âI know,â Lando agreed, his thumb brushing over your cheek.Â
He tilted your head forwards, just enough to press one last kiss to your forehead before he dropped his arms to his side. He bent down to pick up the flowers and handed them to you, all with a very obvious arrogance to him. He was proud of himself, of his cunning little plan.Â
He had another ten, maybe twelve, seconds with you, to pretend that he wasnât a driver and he wasnât going to rush through them.Â
âI think I hate you, a little,â you finally said as you pressed your key card to the lock. The light turned green and you turned the handle, giving Lando one last look. âYeah. Definitely hate you a little bit.â
Lando didnât buy it, of course he didnât. You wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted to kiss you.Â
âNo you donât,â Lando slowly started to back up towards the elevator. âI think you love me, actually.â
âNo.â
âYou could.â
âNope.â
He shrugged, âI think, maybe-â
âGoodnight, Lando.â you finally said. Giving him one more of your signature eye rolls before stepping into your hotel room. You leaned against the back of the door after it shut and let the daisies fall to the ground. All you could do was let out the heaviest breath your lungs could muster.
You didnât want to admit it, you wouldnât even let yourself think about it for more than a second, but deep down you knew Lando was onto something before you cut him off.Â
If you stopped creating barriers for yourself, if you let yourself be vulnerable for more than thirty seconds, maybe, just maybe, Lando might actually be someone you could fall in love with.Â
And now, for an entirely new reason, one not backed by fear or panic but because of a British driver with hazel eyes and a smile that had you forgetting how to breathe, your world stopped.
part 4 here
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Hey there! I'm the lestappen-inchident anon. :) Thank you for letting me know and no problem don't worry about it! It was quite a complex idea tbh I agree. đ
Maybe could you write a sweet carlando fic with them going for a walk in the woods. And you could add a faint mention of lestappen. If you'd like to write this. Thank you đ
Hi dear, thank you for coming back! †I loved this idea so much, it was calming and it made me so happy to write it. Thank you for it. I hope you'll like it. đâ€
Carlos/Lando, (mentioned) Max/Charles âą 1325 words âą emotional hurt/comfort âą hugs âą wandering in the woods âą breathing excercise âą tree hugging âą established relationship âą love and support âą Ao3 link
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[2022 Formula 1 season]
It had been a few weeks since Carlos noticed the change in Lando's mood. He wasn't that energic anymore, he wasn't joking as much, he seemed tired and sad.
Carlos knew the car wasn't the best and Lando was struggling a lot with it, and on top of this, they'd announced Daniel leaving the team at the end of the season, not long after they've finally become friends.
âThey always take the important people away from me,â Lando told Carlos after the news came out and they were chatting in the paddock late at night before going back to the hotel. Lando's face reminded Carlos of that video of his own goodbye to the team with Lando in the background, visibly sad.
âHe won't be your teammate anymore but he won't stop being your friend. He loves you. Everyone loves you. I love you.â
âThank you,â Lando mumbled, trying not to cry.
âCome here, Landito,â Carlos said, opening his arms for a hug because sometimes a long hug is worth more than words. Lando torpedoed himself into Carlos' arms, face buried into the crook of Carlos' neck, inhaling Carlos' cologne. It's always the same. And this type of same is good.
âI'm so tired, Carlos. So so tired.â
âI know, cariño, I know,â Carlos murmured, trying to soothe Lando by moving his hand rhythmically up and down on Lando's back. âI know something that could help.â
And this is how they ended up in the woods a few days later.
âSo, again, how's walking in the woods can actually help?â Lando asked because he wasn't really sure if it was a good idea to go there. But he trusted Carlos and Carlos seemed like he knew what he was doing.
âThe trees produce clean air and it helps your mind and body. And also, a bit of a walk won't hurt, and we might see some small animals, which is nice, no?â
âUh... Yeah,â Lando nodded, unsure about the "small animals".
âThere aren't any venomous snakes or spiders or anything similar, don't worry. I know this place, trust me.â
âI'm trying to,â Lando said, interlocking their fingers as they moved closer to the middle of the woods.
âI always come here when I feel like I can't breathe in the city. It helps. Being here. The nature is calm, the air is clean, the smell is nice, the colors are calming, and the ground is soft and natural, not like in the city. I like it.â
âMhm,â Lando nodded, actively listening to Carlos as they wandered between the trees and plants.
âThere's a huge tree a bit further,â Carlos mentioned, âI wanna show it to you. I sometimes sit under it and think about things. Racing, family, us.â
âIt's a bit strange to be here. No cars or people, just us. Feels a bit too calm.â
âIt's good to slow down a bit. You can't always race, Landito. The body needs resting too, no?â
âYeah, you're right,â Lando nodded, smiling. It felt good to be there with Carlos. Nobody bothered them, they were free.
âTry to take some deep breaths,â Carlos advised. It surprised Lando.
âI'm okâ,â
âI know, cariño,â Carlos smiled, stopping and turning to Lando, âbut try it. Trust me. I'm going to do it too, no need to be scared or think you'll look stupid. Nobody's here, only us.â
âOkay,â Lando nodded, holding both of Carlos' hands and copying him as he breathed in deeply and then out slowly, with his eyes closed.
âLet your lungs expand as you breathe in,â he instructed, looking at Lando, who had already closed his eyes by then, to check on him, âand then let the air out slowly. No need to rush, we have all the time we need.â
âThis actually feels nice,â Lando confessed, smiling as he looked at Carlos, âI wanna do it once again.â
âYou can, as many times as you want to.â
âThank you,â Lando murmured, closing his eyes and doing the breathing exercise again. âThis feels good.â
âYeah.â
âCan you come a bit closer?â Lando asked, âI wanna just... Be there a bit. Here. Now. I feel like I need it.â
âNo need to explain, Lando. I'm here,â Carlos said as he stepped closer to Lando and let him rest his head on his shoulder, hands on Carlos's waist. âIt's all-new, yes?â
âVery new. I just wanna stand there and close my eyes.â
âYou can. Close your eyes, cariño, I'm here with you.â
And then they were standing there, silently. The only sound was the birds chirping here and there. They didn't need anything more.
âHow are you feeling now?â Carlos asked about a minute later.
âLess stressed. Body's calmer, heart's slower. Feels good.â
âI'm glad. Wanna see the big three? We can sit down there a bit.â
âYeah, that would be good.â
A few minutes later they arrived at the big three.
âIt's huge!â Lando said, looking up but still not seeing the top of it.
âAnd beautiful, too,â Carlos added, going closer. âCome here, feel the bark. It's special.â
Lando went closer and placed his hand next to Carlos'.
âIt's rough but it still feels good to touch. It might sound stupid but I always give it a hug before I go home.â
âReally?â Lando asked, surprised. âThat's cute. I wanna hug it too.â
âYou can,â Carlos smiled, âI'll do it too. Double hug.â
âAh, this feels nice,â Lando sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. âThank you for the clean air, big tree. You and your mates here helped me with it today. Stressful life, you know...â
Carlos' heart filled with love as he was listening to Lando talking to the tree. It felt so natural even though when they arrived here, Lando seemed a bit unsure about this whole walking in the woods thing.
âI'm gonna sit down a bit, you can join too if you'd like,â Carlos said as he positioned himself on the ground, at his usual spot.
âYeah, of course,â Lando agreed, sitting down as well and then taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly.
âEverything's alright?â Carlos asked, searching for Lando's hand and finding it a second later.
âYeah. Feels good to be able to breathe. I didn't think about it before. It's not something people really think about. Maybe when we're working out, but that's still different.â
Carlos nodded in agreement while caressing Lando's hand with his thumb. âWhen you try things like this, you learn to appreciate it.â
âThank you for bringing me here.â
âYou're welcome,â Carlos kissed his temple. âI wanted to bring Charles here too but he went to some beach with Max. Not much of a woods guy I guess.â
âI wasn't one, either,â Lando smiled. âAnd still, we're here. Charles is so in love now he always wants to be with Max. I don't even know when was the last time we'd played a game.â
âYeah, he's found love with him and I'm glad because he needs that kind of support too. He's had some difficult moments too and I think going somewhere calm would help him too. But I know Max's taking care of him and that's what's the most important. They can have some nice alone time on a yacht too, or on an island or something. We're a bit different when it comes to spending free time but it's okay.â
âHe's gonna be okay too,â Lando whispered, resting his head on Carlos' shoulder. âI hope they took sunscreen with them because if not, Charles won't have to put on anything and still look like he has the team kit on.â
Carlos bursted out laughing. God, he loves Lando so much.
âThank you for being here with me,â Carlos said, kissing Lando's hand and then resting it on his chest. The boy smiled and then buried his face into Carlos' shoulder.
âThank you for taking care of me.â
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oh!! i LOVE the fostering puppies idea! (and how could i forget about THE bed sharing snippet you wrote, like?? hello??) since you said we could send more - đ€ darks and i don't know if it counts as angsty but maybe comforting the other after a nightmare? proud of you, keep going with the chores!!
sheets are out of the dryer, whites are in the dryer, and first load of darks is in the washer. that is pROGRESS. (there is definitely another full load of darks left though my washing machine is small)
â please make me do my chores
i saw lando norris with a puppy and said "how can i make this about oscar?" fr. idk if that one's going anywhere, but it takes sooooooo little to get me to open up a word doc these days, who's to say.
LISTEN. perhaps the real angst is the hurt/comfort we pretended was angst along the way. and i LOVE a nightmare trope (it also pairs deliciously with only-one-bed, conveniently). i feel like it would have to be lando, mainly bc i can't stop fking torturing that man, but like. one of those nightmares that's not even so scary as it is like... disorienting? makes you feel Wrong inside? like you can't sleep again bc you don't want that squirmy icky feeling back? and sleepy warm oscar just wrapping bby up in his arms all nice and soft and real, you know how it is. if it's not getting-together-only-one-bed, it's gotta be established relationship so he can kiss lando's forehead one thousand million times and say "i love you" over and over so even if lando can't fall back asleep, he's at least got that as his freshest memory instead of whatever happened In His Head.
okay, sick, let's keep going!! thank you for these!!
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Star Wars: The Clone Wars (Seasons 1--6), Final Analysis
Well, I made it through.Â
Letâs be absolutely clear: The Clone Wars (TCW) is not good television. For the most part, itâs not even watchable television. The show suffers from serious fundamental issues in nearly every aspect of storytelling. Characters are underdeveloped and inconsistent; the dialogue is expository and contradictory; the tone is disjoint and jarring; and most episodes serve no greater purpose than to be a twenty-minute vessel to house lightsaber fights.Â
So I want to put this part of the show to rest before I move on to Star Wars: Rebels (and before returning to watch season 7).Â
With two exceptions, the show poorly handles twists and reveals. In the earlier seasons, reveals were spoiled mostly due to telegraphing: Captain Sleaze in Cloak of Darkness, Senator Clovis in Senate Spy, and Yolo (?) in Senate Murders come to mind, but there were others. In later seasons, telegraphing was supplanted by âsmall universe syndromeâ as the primary cause of spoiled reveals. In The Academy, a cloaked figure was seen doing shady, back-alley deals, but his identity could only have been the Prime Minister. During the âAhsoka framedâ series, Barriss was obviously the traitor, simply because her character suddenly reappeared after four seasons and there were no other candidates.Â
Probably the most successfully executed reveal was that of Krell, as his assholeness was at least initially masked as military rigidity. But even so, it was so over-the-top that when the reveal finally came to light, it felt more like an overdue disclosure than a dramatic twist. It didnât help that, by that point in the show, the format of âasshole = upcoming revealâ had been firmly entrenched into the showâs DNA.Â
I would argue that the most effective plot twist of the entire show was when the dancer/singer girl shot and killed Ziro the Hutt in Hunt for Ziro. Although irrelevant to the greater story, it was an actual twist because it was strongly implied the opposite would happen (i.e., Ziro would betray the girl). If there is to be a second place, that award would go to Ahsokaâs decision to leave the Jedi Order at the conclusion of The Wrong Jedi. But this leads me into my next point...
Who was the main character of The Clone Wars? If we go by the logic that whoever had the most screen time was the main character, then Anakin probably wins over Ahsoka. But if we go by the logic that the most developed character was the âmain character,â then this is a show about Ahsoka. Ahsoka---more than any other character---grows in a noticeable way (from impatient, violent child to impatient, slightly less violent teenager). In contrast, Anakin in Rising Malevolence is the same character as Anakin in Voices (only a little more violent and angry for some reason).Â
Itâs unfortunate that her major character moments were never capitalized on. Intentionally sacrificing herself for the greater good in Weapons Factory apparently led to no lasting repercussions on her character. Her impatience and disobedience led to the deaths of thousands in Storm over Ryloth, but was similarly forgotten immediately afterwards. Even Ahsokaâs major character moment at the end of The Wrong Jedi resulted in her walking away from the show, never to address the implications of that decisions (although I suppose thatâs the subject of Season 7).Â
On a different note, the show was riddled by a shameful amount of âreferencesâ and fan service, for reasons exclusively external to the story. These ânodsâ ranged from the obvious âObi-wan Kenobi, youâre my only hopeâ (or whatever Senator Jimmy Smits says in Cat and Mouse) to the innocuous design of a droid or background device.Â
These âreferencesâ are objectively problematic for at least a few reasons. (1) They contribute to the sense that the universe is a really, really small place. Is the Mos Eisley cantina really the only place in the Outer Rim where shady deals go down? Is carbon freezing really the only way to store a person in stasis for transport? How long do Rodians live for anyways? Greedoâs gotta be what, like 80 when Han shoots him in A New Hope? Itâs ironic that ultimately, this incomprehensibly large, diverse galaxy actually feels much smaller after watching this series because we keep going to the same twelve places...
(2) âFan serviceâ is tricky to get right because different people have different memories and impressions of the source material. In result, copying material will oftentimes comes across as a blatant misunderstanding of the original content. For example, to me, Vader put Solo into carbon freeze because itâs what Lando had lying around. Itâs not a galactically established method of transporting people. Obi-Wan trained Luke with those laser balls aboard the Falcon because Han had them lying around and Obi-Wan needed to improvise a training exercise to kill time.Â
(3) "Referencesâ and ânodsâ usually are just a band-aid for a lack of creativity. Some of the better episodes in the initial seasons were just direct rehashes of famous movies. Seven Samurai, Godzilla, Stray Dog, The Most Dangerous Game, King Kong... I mean, itâd be pretty impressive to mess-up stories like these, but itâs concerning that there were just so many episodes made from other peopleâs stories.Â
These âreferencesâ even seep into the most innocuous of scenes. When Prequel!Wan lands on Mandalore to attempt a rescue of Satine from Darth Maul, one of the Mandalorians takes aim at him, only to have their blaster pushed down by their companion whoâs shaking their head. This is a direct reference o the Tusken Raiders on Tatooine when Luke went after R2 in the desert. Even if this scene served an important plot purpose (it didnât), thereâs undoubtedly a multitude of ways to communicate the same thing. Instead, a small reference to the OT is interjected into the show, deimmersing the audience from the events shown. Unfortunately, this is just one (very small) example of hundreds over the whole show.Â
Let me say something positive. The episodes that worked best (especially early in the show's run) were ones that focused on mortal people, usually the clones. Innocents of Ryloth was one of the first watchable episodes, simply because we didn't have to sit through twenty minutes of unlikable, unrelatable âJediâ and instead followed around a pair of troopers helping a little girl using their limited abilities. Likewise, Pursuit of Peace was way more enjoyable than it probably should have been, simply because the story was understandable, the consequences clear, and the drama real. Plan of Dissent (when the clones actively rebel against Krell) was also noteworthy for similar reasons: clones we liked must subdue a âJediâ weâve learned to hate.Â
This isnât to say that episodes focused on the major characters were inherently unenjoyable, itâs just that none of these characters had any room to grow (with the exception of Ahsoka). Dooku, Grievous, Anakin, Prequel!Wan... They were the same characters as portrayed in Episode II and III. As presented, there was nowhere for these characters to go. Dooku was literally identical at the beginning of the series as he was at the end, and the same can be said about the others.Â
But these are false constraints the writers imposed upon themselves. Grievous was not in Episode II and was introduced in Episode III. TCW could have started him however they wanted and then illustrated his change into the character he later becomes. Who was he? What was his motivation? Why did he hate Jedi so much? The show was handed a completely clean slate to deliver a character from scratch, but instead we were immediately shown âEpisode III General Grievousâ with zero introduction because fans were expected to already know who he was.Â
This is partly why the backstory episode to Grievous was so compelling, at least in premise: viewing his home was personal to his story and it represented a chance to learn a bit more about the character and where he came from. Of course, it was mostly mishandled by a reliance on meaningless action, but the high ratings of that particular episode suggest there was room for quality television here, it just was never capitalized on.
Instead, we have completely static caricatures, especially for minor characters from the movies. Admiral Tarkin, Admiral Ackbar, Greedo (among others) were written out of cardboard and their roles in the plot could have just as easily been played by anyone else (there was nothing unique about their roles that required them to be these characters).Â
This is a shame because a lot could have been done with the established premise to really focus on Anakin, his motivations, and his relationship to his Padawan. I would have been okay with a lot of backtracking if it meant I could begin to grasp his âfallâ to the Dark Side. Instead, Iâm honestly more confused than ever about his motivation.
One argument is that Anakin joins the Dark Side because he like, âlovesâ Padme (or whatever). However, what weâre shown in this show---consistently, clearly---is that Padme and Anakin have a toxic, dysfunctional relationship. He is uncomfortably jealous and rarely trusts her. They argue nearly every time theyâre together. Their âloveâ (or whatever) must remain secret, equating their relationship to something âwrongâ or even âillegalâ that must be kept secret, even on the verge of death. In a later episode, Anakin orders Padme to listen to him because heâs the âmanâ and, as his wife, she doesnât have a say in the matter. This is clearly a broken relationship and the best result is the one that actually happens: They stop seeing each other. Anakin wants to save this woman from a vision? Why?Â
This brings up a second point, which is that Anakin canât stand the pain of losing someone. His desire to protect those close to him may be Anakinâs only redeeming trait. He has a single selfless scene (in the entire show) during the opening of Jedi Crash where he sacrifices himself to delay an explosion and save his companions. I want to stress that any other scene where Anakin saves or helps someone isnât done because heâs a good person, itâs done because heâs a broken person. Itâs done because he, personally, would struggle with the emotional toll of knowing he allowed someone close to him to be hurt or die. In other words, heâs doing nice things for selfish reasons.Â
As far as Iâm concerned, Anakin has always been Darth Vader. He is given choices between being a Jedi and allowing a lot of people to die, and he enjoys choosing the second. In Ghosts of Mortis, weâre shown that the threshold between âAnakinâ and âDarth Vaderâ is disconcertingly low, requiring only a few choice words and less than a minute to convert him. In short, what Iâve learned from TCW regarding Anakin Skywalker is that he was an unlikable dick, and his âturnâ to the Dark Side was just a long-overdue reveal.Â
While the later seasons worked towards the events in Episode III in a way that at least made a bit of sense, earlier seasons were focused on adult-themed wacky hijinks. In a way, the show almost would have worked better as a kidâs show, but this was clearly meant for adults: politics, war, slavery, and lots and lots of horrific violence. In comparison, the silly adventures of Star Wars: Resistance worked well because the show didnât take itself too seriously. It was very clearly, from the start, a lighthearted show about kids going on fun adventures. In contrast, TCW suffered because its themes were adult in nature, but was portrayed as a Saturday morning cartoon show. The humor was misplaced, the tone disjointed from actual events, and the violence excessive.Â
Let me say a few words on the âJedi.â Initially I labeled them as overpowered (OP), because in earlier episodes they seemed invincible and dissolved tension in every scene. Later, we see a slew of them get cut down as plot fodder, even against widely different situations. We see Luminara and others push through hoards of droids only to see âJediâ Master Yoda-like dude get taken down by a dog. We watch as Fisto *heh* powers through entire battalions and the cone-head guy counting coup against an army, only to watch as pink girl gets shot in the face by a single clone who stands in front of her for several seconds before pulling the trigger.Â
Itâs nearly impossible to feel tension in these scenes because the metrics for judging the true strength of a âJediâ keep shifting as a function of the plot requirements. Anakin suddenly forgets how to use the Force when the plot needs his help to fake some drama. Prequel!Wan pointlessly fist fights with a slaver cat for an hour until the plot needs him to get back up again and OP everyone in the room. Even their ships are only as strong or weak as the plot needs them to be. Plo Koonâs fleet is devastated in seconds in order to portray the Malevolence as being a threat; Anakinâs fleet powers through a larger force three times its size because Anakinâs like, really mad about something.Â
Secondly, the âJedi,â in general, were unlikable assholes. They were consistently portrayed as violent and ignorant and I struggled to understand them as real people. Frequently, we witnessed them torture victims, default to a lightsaber to solve problems, and enjoy death to the point of counting coup against sentient life forms defending their homes. Anakin threatened civilians with his lightsaber. Ahsoka was annoyed when sheâs asked not to murder a defenseless creature in Jedi Crash. Prequel!Wan and Anakin team up to hurtle enormous rocks into a beaten monster in Dooku Captured. A trio of Jedi Masters mentally gang bang a shackled Cad Bane. They supported state terrorism when it suited their needs, but agreed to abandon their friends for political reasons.Â
I mean, these are not good people...
This is a shame, because my impression of true Jedi comes from Luke, Yoda, and Obi-Wan in the OT, as well as the expanded universe novels that take place afterwards. It always seemed to me that being a Jedi was about conquering oneself, oneâs fears, and learning to use the Force to selflessly help others and let go of all worldly attachments. You know, like the Buddhists they were originally inspired by. I always had the impression that the Force was extremely powerful and that Yoda was only showing Luke a portion of what was possible. That the Emperor was only using Force lighting to toy with Luke. That Vader only Force choked his officers because it was visually intimidating and kept them in line.Â
Instead, weâre treated to some garbage about how a âJediâ is nothing greater than an actuator to swing around a lightsaber. When Luke enters Jabbaâs palace in Jedi to rescue his friends, itâs not with lightsaber swinging, cutting shit up, flipping around like an acrobatic monkey. Imagine Anakin and Ahsoka in the same scene. Theyâd blaze through the palace corridors before Force choking Jabba as the Darth Vader theme plays. Forget the rancor, these are demigods. They have lightsabers. Have you seen them? They go âwoosh woosh.âÂ
In short, there was little to look up to in terms of a âheroâ character. I can see how children can look up to Luke as a role model, someone they want to emulate or play with as a toy, but looking up to Anakin? Ahsoka? Hey kids, wanna learn to become a psychopath? First, you use your power to abuse those who are weaker than you. Then you need to get really really angry and uncontrollably choke someone, preferably your sister or one of your cousins.Â
And so, for a Saturday morning cartoon show, it is very unclear who weâre supposed to care about. I liked when Ahsoka went against Anakin because I hated his character so much. I liked everything with Hondo, a pirate. I liked Ventress a little, because she was actively seeking to kill the main characters. I liked some of the clones, but I donât know which ones because they all looked the same. I cared about Darth Maul because Iâm honestly a little worried about him, especially after the loss of his brother. I kinda liked General Grievous just because he hates the âJediâ and was therefore relatable (even though the reasoning was never explained). And... thatâs it.Â
At no point did I ever âlook forwardâ to the next episode. I painfully died a little on the inside hitting the âwatch nextâ button every single time.
This âreviewâ is already way too long, so let me summarize by applying my five-star rating system (developed for movies) to each episode. In review:
5. Amazing, classic, culturally important. Something everyone should watch. 4. Great; very well done, no significant flaws. 3: Entertaining with only minor gripes/criticisms. 2: âWatchable,â but suffers from flaws and has some poor parts. 1. Uncomfortably bad; suffers from serious flaws. 0. Painfully bad, would actively fight against being forced to watch a second time.Â
The 3-star episodes were:Â
Hostage Crisis
Lightsaber LostÂ
Pursuit of Peace
Carnage of Krell
The Wrong JediÂ
Hostage Crisis was the introduction of Cad Bane, Lightsaber Lost was the remake of Stray Dog (and the only episode to include a real Jedi), Pursuit of Peace was the random Padme/politics episode that was strangely well-executed, Carnage of Krell was the reveal of Krell as a bad guy and his clones working to apprehend him, and The Wrong Jedi was Ahsoka leaving the Jedi Order (and the only episode to include a true character moment).Â
Also, I scaled the IMDB ratings of each episode to my ratings and then detected outliers in their overlap. In other words, I wanted to answer the question, âwhich episodes did I rate the most differently from others?âÂ
Turns out, I rated every single episode lower except for seven. Those seven were:Â
Mercy Mission (+1.853) - R2 and 3PO discover an underground world with ents. This one is universally panned by âfans,â but was a competently handled episode apart from the disappointing resolution.Â
Pursuit of Peace (+1.382) - Padme struggles to win support for a Senate bill. Another competently handled episode that focuses on Padme and politics and is ranked low by âfans.â
Lightsaber Lost (+0.6471)Â
Weapons Factory (+0.4118) - An average episode with a dramatic scene of sacrifice by Ahsoka and her âfriendâ Barriss.Â
Shadow Warrior (+0.3824) - Grievous is captured during some dramatic moments on Naboo.Â
Hostage Crisis (+0.3529)
Front Runners (+0.0882) - One of the rebels episodes, I donât remember which.Â
In conclusion, Star Wars: Rebels is next and I am somehow still alive.
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Predictions after seeing the D23 footage and reading too many stupid fan theories..again.
So now that the âspecial lookâ has been out for a while and there are some alleged plot leaks on reddit, I think itâs time for to go over my predictions. Mostly to be able to say âI knew itâ and âI told youâ later on, because there is no chance in hell that Rey is just one many clones from Lukes hand or the emperor or any of the other wild theories that spread across the internet. And without pointing fingers or mentioning names, if you canât even get minor (hint) details right and have a horrible track record, how do people still listen to you? Because you have a lot of subscribers on Youtube? Welcome to the Internet..
This might contain spoilers so be warned:
- Finn is not Landos son and Jannah is not his sister, because there are more than 3 black people in the galaxy you know. Star Wars might be about family, but not everyone is related. Palpatine was a bit ginger, that doesnât make him Huxâ grandfather either.. Will we learn about Finns family. What for? What is there to gain story-wise. Thatâs something everyone coming upon with wild theories needs to ask themselves.Â
- is Jannah (Naomi Ackie) Landos daugher? See above. Looking at the little evidence we have so far she has always been seen on a grassy planet, whereas Lando is known to have filmed Millennium Falcon and Pasaana scenes at a sound stage. Â There are theories that the planets wonât be one biosphere, breaking with Star Wars tradition, so itâs still possible however unlikely that they are related.Â
Just look at the pilots gloves and helmet. This isnât the Millennium FalconÂ
-  C-3POs red eyes. There are conflicting rumors about the cause, one being spiritual and the other being.. technical. I think itâs more likely that his eyes change color due to operational rather than âesotericâ reasons. Also in relation to him being shown holding a bowcaster and Anthony Daniels telling Vanity Fair that âC-3PO does something in this movie that surprises everybodyâ.
- Red laser destroying snow planet. I assume thatâs Kijimi where Zorri Bliss is located and where according to some plot leaks some altercation takes place. Looks like the First Order doesnât fuck around.
- Rey training in the forest throwing her lightsaber is most likely connected to Leia standing in the same environment dropping some Jedi knowledge she got from Luke. Iâm wondering what the red ribbon is about. Iâm gonna get crazy and say it might be a blindfold. There is also a Jedi training droid present, so why wouldnât she training âblindâ with it just like Luke did.  Iâm gonna go out on a limb and propose something with a 5% likelihood of being true, but.. as is looks a bit as the red ribbon is also wrapped around the double bladed light saber âdark Reyâ is holding later on, so what if.. itâs something related to her parents and her âholding onto itâ is a dark side trait she needs to conquer. Star Wars is filled with symbolism and philosophical motifs like that. âLet goâ of your need to belong. Donât dwell in the past. Even Maz told her âThe belonging you seek is not behind you, it is ahead.â. Could be that or just a regular rag. Probably the latter, but itâs sure fun to theorize. #theorizeresponsibly
- Rey and Kylo fighting on what looks like the Death Star remains. I think a lot of people now tend to believe that JJ Abrams is bypassing The Last Jedi and continue his initial story, not ignoring the movie but positioning it as a detour for the characters to find themselves. And for once I agree what seems to be the consensus amongst Star Wars theorists. I think what we see here is not unlike the force flashes Rey had when she first touched the lightsaber. I can imagine them changing environment with every stroke of their lightsabers. That allows for a âbest of Star Warsâ highlight reel, so desperately needed to reunite fans after the The Last Jedi backlash, that would combine all the previous movies. And thatâs what they promised.Â
- voiceover âyour journey nears its endâ. Is it just me or does it not sound like the emperor. I mean it sounds like Ian McDiarmid alright, but Iâm missing the uber-evil timbre of his voice. Who is he talking to and will the emperor appear in this movie? First of all.. when we talk about tying together all the movies, we must not ignore the so called âtone poemsâ used for The Phantom Menace. Based on that Iâd say he isn't necessarily talking to anyone. Or even more recently, in The Force Awakens trailer they used Lukes âthe force is strong in my family..â. So I wouldnât be surprised if itâs just a distraction or to set the mood. My guess is that the emperors âspiritâ looms above everything and had the power to influence other people, just like depicted on the poster. There had been speculation about Snoke being some sort of Wizard of Oz early on. What if the wizard behind the wizard is actually worse. Wouldnât that be wizard?
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- Dark Rey. I will say one thing, I was happy to see that most fans immediately were like âdark side vision!â. If you read my earlier posts you will know how much I LOVE new lightsaber designs in every movie. Not. Especially when they are pointless. When I said I want a saber staff this is not what I mean. The only thing that makes me a bit skeptical is that Daisy Ridley said she was surprised that theyâd show that scene in trailer. If itâs just a vision like the one Luke had, whatâs the big deal? Then again, they also claimed that everyone will absolutely love the movie and especially the end. Enter wild fan theories from âshe saw multiple reflections of herself in the cave. Clone Rey confirmed!!!11!!â to âShe must be Palpatines granddaughterâ. I said it before and Iâll happily say it again. That would be SHIT STORYTELLING. After all the impatient smart-asses calling Rey a âMary Sueâ not knowing anything about her origins, how would the public react to good old Palpatine having a granddaughter? Thatâs Robot Chicken level stupid. Now.. considering that an early draft of Revenge of the Sith had Palpatine telling Anakin that he âis his fatherâ for manipulating the midichlorians to create life, from a certain point of view that would make him Reys father IF he tried again. And it would fit much better into the established story structure of Star Wars. Every story that requires knowledge of the extended universe outside of movies or lengthy exposition will lead to casual fans and ordinary moviegoers to be like WTF?! It might be the last movie for a while but they still want people to go and not be appalled from early reviews about the movie being a convoluted clusterfuck. I also think the âcloneâ idea is a cop out. Whenever youâre stuck because you canât explain the origin of a character or donât know how to deal with the death of a character - BAMM! Clone! Problem solved. That's just lazy. So to sum it up. Dark Rey? Vision of what she was supposed to be or should be because it backfired? âDarkness rises, and light to meet it. I warned my young apprentice that as he grew stronger, his equal in the light would rise.â (Snoke)
- Sith Fleet / Sith Troopers ..those following the new canon even just a bit are already aware of the importance of the âUnknown Regionsâ. Its hard to miss references to it these days, from Galaxys Edge to Rebels. So how are they gonna explain this in the movie? From a storytelling point it makes sense. The empire was defeated and its remnants were hiding and regrouping. Hang on. This sounds like a job for OPENING CRAWL. OK, so there is a massive fleet. Maybe unrelated to the First Order, but looking pretty similar. Based on the state of the Resistance after the Last Jedi one might assume itâs not really needed. Does that mean weâre dealing with an internal struggle of sorts.There are persisting rumors of a high ranking First Order member leaking details to the Resistance, which doesnât come as a surprise given Kylo Rens personality. Reminds be a bit of Operation Valkyrie.Â
Iâm delving deep into leaks and rumors but as things are now I have no idea how this pans out and what the relationship between Sith Trooper and First Order will be. Apparently you need a certain navigational device to be able to make it to the Unknown Regions, so my guess is Kylo is looking for more knowledge/power there just like Palpatine did, the rest is pure speculation so I will leave it for another time when more details surface. Same goes for stuff thatâs not directly related to the âD23 Special Viewâ such as âwho is Zorri Bliss?â.
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May the 4th 2019 Letter
Dear Yoda,
Hi! Thanks for checking in! Youâve seen my general likes/DNWs in my sign-up already, but let me restate it here so itâs all in one place, and then weâll get to the ship-specific stuff...
Likes: family feelings; bantering or bickering; moments of humor even in the darkest situations; misunderstandings that turn out all right in the end; poly relationships; casual relationships; hurt/comfort.
Sexy Likes, if you go in that direction: light bondage; lots of talking during sex, both sweet and dirty; realistic funny or awkward moments. If you're writing about teen characters (since some relationships I've requested would lend themselves to that), I'd rather not have anything explicit on-page, but I'm fine with offscreen or fade-to-black implied sex.
DNWs: rape/non-con unless specified; incest; explicit scenes with underage characters; detailed description of bodily fluids; drastically different AUs (what-ifs and canon-divergent fics are fine, this is about coffeeshop AUs, A/B/O, etc.); infidelity; unrelentingly dark and grim stories (I like a glimmering of hope).
Star Wars canon preferences: I'm sure you can tell from my request list that I love and miss the old EU/Legends content. For any request that features Legends characters, I'd be very happy with a purely Legends-based fic, but I also love gluing the loose ends of Legends continuity into the loose ends of sequel trilogy continuity; please feel free to mix and match Legends and canon material.
Relationship-specific prompts:
X-Wing Division:
Biggs Darklighter/Luke Skywalker
I like this best as a teen relationship that grows a little awkwardly out of their friendship, is fun while it lasts, and transitions pretty easily back into friendship when it ends. That said, whatever you do with this pairing, itâs going to be a little bit tinged with sadness; if you prefer it a LOT tinged with sadness, Iâd also be delighted with a fic taking place in the brief window between when they reconnect in the Rebellion and the Death Star run.
Alternately, get weird with it â find a way for Biggs to survive, or bring him back from the dead. Write that Space Winter Soldier AU that I secretly kind of love, or Luke being haunted by the literal ghosts of his past.
Wedge Antilles/Luke Skywalker
I would really like something that brings Wedge into the sequel trilogy timeline, and especially a look at what Lukeâs choice to isolate himself means for their relationship. Was Wedge ever on Ahch-To with him? Have they been in contact at all since he disappeared? When heâs found, is Wedge in a rush to see him again, or are his feelings more complicated? (As you may be guessing here, this is an area where I am very comfortable with a ânot actually deadâ AU! If you like a more tragic tone, though, do feel free to go with the canonical ending of TLJ.)
Iâd also love this as a more early-relationship fic -- if you go that route, Iâm interested in the pressures that their respective positions and commitments put on a relationship, and especially the difficulty of maintaining a relationship with someone who keeps disappearing on incomprehensible Jedi business.
Wedge Antilles/Wes Janson
Letâs be honest, Iâm mostly looking for more Wraith Squadron/Starfighters of Adumar-style shenanigans here. Alternately, this is a pairing that lends itself to hurt/comfort â both of these guys have more than enough canonical close calls. Or why not a bit of both? If youâre feeling ambitious, you could fix Isardâs Revenge for me by writing their reunion post-Distna, after theyâve both believed each other to be dead for weeks.
Falynn Sandskimmer
Listen. Iâve been marching up and down carrying this banner that says âFALYNN SANDSKIMMER DESERVED BETTERâ for so long. My arms are so tired. You take it for a minute, wonât you?
Let her survive and prove herself and be happy, with Myn or without (slight preference for without, tbh!). Iâd love to see her get over the embarrassment of thoughtlessly insulting Piggy and develop a real friendship with him. Or write me something from her past -- teen Falynn raising hell in Mos Eisley, or the misadventures in her early career that put her on track for Wraith Squadron.
Threesomes Division:
Lando Calrissian/Mara Jade, Lando Calrissian/Mara Jade/Luke Skywalker
I liked Lando and Maraâs EU relationship, and wasnât too happy with the âit was a coverâ retcon â show me the time, or times, that it wasnât just a cover. Or, how about an earlier meeting in their lives, when Mara was brand-new to Karrdeâs organization, or during the few days they must have overlapped at Jabbaâs Palace?
Iâve always liked Luke and Lando as a romantic pairing, too, so why not bring it all together? Three people who all care deeply for each other, who arenât often in the same place at the same time, but when they are, well⊠letâs meet over a mug of hot chocolate and see where the evening takes us. (Iâd prefer this with everyone on more-or-less equal footing â not with Luke and Mara as an established/married couple and Lando as the outsider.)
Wedge Antilles/Mara Jade/Luke Skywalker
Iâd love to see this as a V gradually changing shapes into a more even triad, as Wedge and Mara come to see more in each other than Commander Square Corners and a barely-trustworthy reformed assassin. Iâm most interested in this as a getting-together or early-relationship fic, with everyone sorting out their feelings and their respective claims on each other.
Wedge Antilles/Leia Organa/Han Solo, Lando Calrissian/Leia Organa/Han Solo
Another two that go together! With either of these, what Iâd most like to see is Leia and Han inviting a friend (or, in Landoâs case, a friendly ex) into their bedroom as a one-time fling or a casual, but ongoing, FWB arrangement; Iâm less interested in a long-term triad. If itâs Lando, Iâd love to see a little tension between him and Leia as they sort out the boundaries of their respective claims on Han, but ultimately I do want this to be a happy, fun encounter for everyone involved. If you go with Wedge, Iâve always been very fond of his close friendship with Leia in the EU, and Iâd like that to be his closer tie to her and Han.
Long Shots Division:
Leia Organa & Beru Whitesun
I would be MOST interested in this as a roleswap AU where Leia is the twin raised on the Lars farm. They thought Luke was headstrong and too like his father -- what a challenge raising Leia would have been. Iâd love to see a look at that alternate childhood for Leia, and her relationship with her aunt in particular.
Alternately, find a way for Beru to survive, and to meet her boyâs new friends and family -- does she figure out who Leia is? (Did she know there was another baby?) What do they think of each other? Is Leia a little dismissive, maybe, of a Nice Mom Who Makes Cheese, or do they connect right away?
Mara Jade/Gara Petothel | Lara Notsil
Is this ridiculous? Yes. Do I love it anyway? Yes.
The most plausible version of this is maybe Mara/ âKirneyâ during Laraâs Intelligence training -- the timeline is ambiguous, but it doesnât seem crazy to think they might have been on Imperial Center at the same time, or that the Emperorâs Hand might have been sent to some of the society parties where Kirney made herself at home. Alternately, I think they could have some very interesting things to say to each other later on, after theyâve both changed sides (at least once) and are dealing with what the Empire did to their heads.
Garik âFaceâ Loran/Ton Phanan
This is in the Long Shots Division because I have a weirdly specific desire here: ghosts. Give me Ton hanging around after death -- where else does he have to go, after all? Haunting all the Wraiths, or just Face, or trying to figure out how he can go haunt some Imperials and ruin their day. Making Face miserable, or still making him laugh (and is he real, or is this some kind of coping mechanism, and does Face want to find out which?), or not seeming to know heâs dead. Just... Ghost Ton. Pls.
Alternately, Iâd also be happy with them getting into shenanigans and having lots of pleasant casual sex during happier days. But I love ghosts.
Oola/Leia Organa
There wasnât a LOT of time for dancers to hang around unwatched at Jabbaâs Palace, and they were only there together for a couple of days (and even that, only if we fudge the timeline a little). But sometimes it only takes a couple of days, and sometimes all you need is a few bright stolen moments.
Miscellaneous Division:
DJ/Talon Karrde
Iâll be honest, I donât really have a plan here, I just think this is a fantastic idea. I was thinking about Karrde the whole time DJ was on screen, and half-expecting him to turn out to BE Karrde, and I am delighted by the idea of this pairing. I think thereâs something interesting here about grey areas, and the ârogue with a heart of goldâ archetype, and what, realistically, it means to play both sides against the middle when one side is clearly and melodramatically evil.
Mara Jade & Darth Vader
Iâm interested in Maraâs childhood and youth, and the sort of... just-under-the-surface yawning horror that we know is there, but thatâs not really dug into much in the EU. Give me something with her and Vader encountering each other -- as rivals for Palpatineâs attention, as tentative allies, as student and teacher, or as...
Mara Jade/Darth Vader
... something more than any of that. This could go in a lot of different ways, from something as relatively innocent as an uncomfortable attraction between two people with no one else to talk to, to something as dark as the Emperor ordering one of them to the otherâs bedroom. Whatever direction you go with it, I do want it to treat the power dynamics and age dynamics here seriously, and to lean into the darkness thatâs present in what we know about Maraâs childhood and youth â no one here is having a good time or doing something theyâll be happy to look back on.
(This is the one sort-of-exception to the âno rape/non-conâ clause; itâs a pairing that lends itself to questionable or compromised consent, and Iâm into that. The line between whatâs âdubconâ and whatâs ânon-conâ is blurry, but as much as possible, Iâd prefer that you stay on the dubcon side of it -- deceit, coercion, and uncomfortable power imbalances, yes; violence, physical or Force-based force, or explicit non-consent thatâs ignored, no.)
(This is NOT an exception to the âno explicit scenes with underage charactersâ clause. If you write this with Mara as a teen, please keep anything explicitly sexual off-screen.)
Winter Celchu/Leia Organa
Iâd like to see this as a youthful experiment between friends â something casual that doesnât last, but that remains a fond memory and a little bit of an in-joke.
Obi-Wan Kenobi/Owen Lars/Beru Whitesun
Obi-Wan â Ben, now â stays nearby, after he leaves the baby with them. Maybe itâs to keep an eye out, to make sure Anakinâs child doesnât draw any undue attention. But maybe itâs not just that.
Iâd love basically anything you do with this â a one-time fling that everyone is a little embarrassed about in the morning; an arrangement that sees Obi-Wan stopping by the homestead infrequently for dinner and conversation and, after the kid goes to bed, a night of companionship; a full-on AU where Luke grows up with Uncle Ben as essentially a third parent. (Whatever you do here, Luke will obviously be around! But I am more interested in this focusing on the relationship between the adults, not on any of their relationships with Luke.)
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Chapters: 18/18 Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels Rating: Explicit Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla, Ketsu Onyo/Sabine Wren, Alexsandr Kallus/Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios Characters: Hera Syndulla, C1-10P | Chopper, Original Characters, Kanan Jarrus, Ezra Bridger, Sabine Wren, Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios, Alexsandr Kallus, CT-7567 | Rex, Mart Mattin, Wedge Antilles, Ketsu Onyo, Jacen Syndulla, Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa, Ackbar (Star Wars), Lando Calrissian, Jan Dodonna, Ahsoka Tano Additional Tags: Pregnancy, vague mentions of abortion, future character death in the background, Season/Series 04, Established Relationship, Oral Sex, Chair Sex, Table Sex, sex during pregnancy, chapter 2 has lots of sex, Secrets, the best pilot in the galaxy, flying combat, character injury, canon torture, flight of the defender, rebel assault, Jedi Night, Major character death - Freeform, Grief, Morning Sickness, Counseling, Masturbation, Dreams, Traditions, Space family, Inappropriate bets, Lothal, Shopping, down time, Space Combat, Battle of Scarif, Rogue One - Freeform, hammerhead corvette!, Yavin 4, Stardust - Freeform, Alderaan, Death Star, labor, Childbirth, domestic life, Lothwolves, Dogfight - Freeform, Hoth, did i mention babies yet?, Babies!, One baby, Work/Life Balance, Advice, Bounty Hunters, Capture, this story has it all apparently, Return of the Jedi, Second Death Star, Existential Anxiety, parenting, Breakups, wine and cheesecake, wine and cheesecake needs its own tag, battle of endor, Battle for Coruscant, forces of destiny: an imperial feast, The New Republic - Freeform, Quests, letting go, Travel, ask me no questions i'll tell you no lies, but one of these days you'll get a surprise Summary: The end. Kind of.Â
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Something had happened to Ezra out there, something he wasnât ready to talk about until after this vacation was over. None of them pried. He was...different, in a lot of ways. Grown up. He finally believed in his own adequacy. With that confidence came an edge of brooding that reminded her of Kanan, though. Hera hoped he stuck around where they could support him, whatever he was facing.
In other ways he was still their Ezraâsurprisingly predictable given all the time that had passed, and still the baby of the crew until they adjusted their thinking and changed the way they treated him accordingly.
To no oneâs surprise, he and Jacen got along well. Their bonding mostly consisted of wrestling, with some sword fighting and a little chase for variety. Hera could have done without the just-before-bed play that infallibly kept Jacen awake and hyper. She didnât say anything, though, because the two of them had a lot of time to make up for. Â
Tonight Jacen was trying to push Ezra into Alexsandrâs small fishpond. Since Ezra vastly outweighed him he was failing, but he made up for it by practically strangling his opponent in the process â by accident, Hera was pretty sure. Really, Ezra had bought this when he picked Jacen up off the ground and threw him over his shoulder.
Oh, and that was a knee in the face.
âOw!â Ezra protested. âKid, you are deadly!â He twisted out from under Jacen and somehow they both ended up on their feet, facing each other. Quick as a flash, Ezra tapped Jacenâs shoulder.
âHey!â
âBlock me, then. Like this.â He showed Jacen how to bring his hands up in front of him and deflect the blows. Then he tapped Jaceâs knee. âGot you! This is how you block with your feet. Try to tap my knees.â
âYour shoulders, too!â
âSure, if you can reach.â
Hera watched her son eye a nearby boulder. She hoped he was planning to climb on it and not throw it at Ezra.
Then they both went at each other, jumping towards a shoulder or knee and dashing out again, blocking on one side and darting in on the other. Ezra went easy on Jacen, but he sped up as they played and Jace kept pace with him.
The whole thing ended when Jacen got sick of it, yelled âATTACK!â and somersaulted across the ground towards his target. He bumped harmlessly against Ezraâs legs, but in the attempt not to step on him Ezra backpedalled and, with a whirling of arms, ended up in the water.
Hmm. Somehow they had both ended up in the water.
âBathtime!â Hera called.
âItâs not!â
âIt is, in fact, a solid hour past BEDtime.â
Ezra hit the shower in Zebâs place while Hera scrubbed the slime off of Jacen in the Ghostâs fresher. Forty-five minutes later theyâd finished showering, cleaning teeth, a snack that he didnât ask permission to get, and teeth a second time, and they were cuddled together on Jacenâs bunk reading their nightly chapter of whatever novel Jace had picked. Since heâd gotten old enough to understand them, heâd mostly chosen from a childrenâs series of adventure stories about â guess what? â Jedi. Hera, remembering her own childhood, couldnât blame him.
She read: âShuyen closed her eyes and took a deep breath, reaching out to the Force as she fell. She could feel the air rushing past her. The wind whipped at her face roughly, but it wasnât enough to hold her upâŠâ
Sabine passed by the door and stopped to listen for a minute. âAre you reading Knights of the Old Republic to him?â
âYes.â
âThatâs sending mixed messages, donât you think?â
âHe likes it,â Hera told her, aware of how defensive she sounded. âItâs a good story. Who am I to tell him what to like?â
Sabine held her hands up. âFair enough. Carry on.â
Hera finished the chapter, the Jedi who had fallen off the cliff while being chased by Sith warriors arriving unscathed back at the temple. âThatâs a good stopping place for tonight,â she told Jacen, smoothing his hair back. Heâd started to grow it out and they were both learning how to manage the tangles that was causing, but right now it was clean and brushed and smelled like shampoo, and she breathed in the scent gratefully.
He nestled into to her side. âMama?â
âYes?â
âIs Rex going to come back?â
âNo, baby, Rex isnât going to come back.â
âBut Ezra came back.â
âEzra wasnât dead, love,â she told him gently. âNobody comes back from the dead.â She paused for a moment to let that sink in, then continued, âI know itâs hard. It hurts for me, too.â
âI like Ezra.â He was trying to think something out. Hera waited. âBut...Iâd rather have Rex.â
âI can understand that.â
âBut thatâs mean of me, right?â
âWellâŠâ she answered as honestly as she could. âYou donât want someone to die. You just miss the person you love. I think itâs very normal. Probably not the best idea to mention it to Ezra, though. It might hurt his feelings.â
He nodded and she tucked him into bed with a song and a kiss. âSleep,â she told him. âYou are exhausted. Go to sleep.â
âOkay,â Jacen said around a big yawn.
Sneaking out of the room a moment later she passed by the open doorway of Ezraâs bunk and caught a snatch of conversation. â...her turn for a while,â Sabine was saying. Then Ezra: âCoruscant is good place to stay, anyway. Weâre going to need to talk about defenses. Maybe exploratory missions, but that might be a bad idea. IF they even decide to believe me.â
Keep moving, Hera, she told herself. She went to the cockpit to give the monitors one last check for the evening and tried to remember that Sabine and Ezra were adults and it was perfectly reasonable for them to live on whatever planet they wanted to. But maybe, maybe, maybe sheâd get them back for a while. It was worth hoping.
Ezra joined her a few minutes later, a mug of warm hubba juice in each hand. âBest place to watch the sunset,â he explained. The summer sunsets on Lira San were amazing, oranges and purples breaking through the thick cloud cover. Hera swung the copilotâs seat around for him and he passed her a cup.
âTwo more days and then Lothal, right?â he asked.
âIf thatâs still what you want.â
âYeah. Sabine says itâs changed a lot. I canât even remember before the Empire came anymore.â
Hera smiled. âItâs a good place. Not perfect, but Azadi made it pretty welcoming even before the Emperor fell.â
âYou guys were there a lot.â
âSecond home, but it will be better with you back.â
âYeah.â He shrugged, looking like his teenage self for the moment of the gesture. âEverythingâs different, but itâs really good BEING back. Iâm still trying to...fit in, I guess.â Â
âHey. You do fit in,â Hera told him, giving the chair a little kick to spin him towards her. âYouâre one of ours. And Jace loves having you around. Chop and I are too busy to play with him as much as heâd like, and itâs been a while since weâve had anyone else on the Ghost.â
âYeah, Ezra Bridger, Jedi Knight, hero to six-year-olds everywhere.â He rolled his eyes.
Hera laughed. âAt first that was the draw, sure. But he had a lot of...anxiety, too. Heâd heard stories about you his whole life and he knew how important you were to all of us, and to have you standing before him in the fleshâŠâ She shrugged. âBut now I donât think youâre Ezra Bridger, Jedi Knight. I think youâre his friend.â
âHeâs really great, Hera. Thinks he can do anything. He...reminds me of you that way.â
She sighed. âHe didnât know you were a Jedi.â
âOkay.â
âHe doesnât know Kanan was a Jedi.â
A pause. âOkay.â Ezra didnât push. Once he would have pushed.
âThe hand game â those were forms,â Hera said. âLightsaber forms. Iâve seen you practice them with Kanan.â
âYeah, wellâŠâ Ezra ran his hand over the back of his hair awkwardly. âTheyâre kind of drilled into me, so I guess I just go there automatically when it comes to fighting. Is...that all right?â
âItâs all right,â she said, picking at the fraying edge of the seat cushion. âItâs good. There are so many things Iâve wanted to ask you about that.â
âAbout lightsaber forms?â Â
She shook her head. âEzra, I know this seems like a subject change, but...were you happy as a child? Or were you...confused?â
âWhat do you mean? I had kind of a rotten childhood.â
âBefore that. When you were small, with your parents, and you could do things that nobody could explain. Did it confuse you or upset you?â
He considered her words carefully. âLet me think.â After a solid minute of silence, he said, âNo. I heard things sometimes that I knew were true, and my mom said they were only my imagination. I think thatâs not rare for kids, though. Itâs just that in my case, they actually WERE true. The rest of the time, it was just fun to run and jump off of things without worrying about how I was going to land, or to know that people were probably going to believe whatever outrageous lie I told. Stuff like that. Hera⊠Jacenâs definitely Force sensitive. Does he use any of those abilities?â
âOhâŠâ she laughed to cover her worry. âYes.â Sheâd watched for signs all of his life and could give a detailed list of âyesâes ânoâs and âmaybeâs. âHeâs always been good at picking up moods, but I think heâs just a smart, social kid. Sometimes he knows things that havenât happened yet, but only in a vague way â he has a feeling that someoneâs coming to visit, or he knows weâll find something around the next corner. He can climb and jump off of anything and he somehow hasnât broken a bone yet. I donât mean normal child risk-taking. You saw him take a dive off the Ghost the other day. And then there are the animals that seem to follow him around like heâs some kind of magnet.â
Ezra laughed.
â...which I blame you for,â she added.
âHow is that my fault?â
âI havenât figured that out yet, but the similarity is striking.â
âIâll take it as a compliment.â
âI donât want him to be a Jedi,â she said more seriously. âI donât even want him to be a half-Jedi, partially trained. The Force asks...too much. We know how that ends and I wonât give him up that way. But⊠if I refuse to let him train when itâs available to him, heâs just going to do it anyway, and heâll end up doing it behind my back, without my support. Or running off.â She thought of her own childhood. âItâs not my place to hold him back if thatâs what he wants.â
âWell...does he WANT to be a Jedi?â
âHeâs six years old. Every six-year-old wants to be a Jedi.â
âHeâd be good at it. Kind. Flexible. Reminds me of someone else I knew.â
âMe too,â she admitted. âThat scares me.â
âHmm.â Ezra thought about that. âThereâs not exactly a trade school for Jedi Knights. The few of us left with any ability have no idea what weâre doing. Heâll probably end up using those talents, but using them in some other field.â
âMaybe. But I donât want to keep him locked away from the world â locked away from himself â because Iâm afraid.â
âHera, youâre not afraid of anything.â
She sighed and stopped picking at the worn corner of the pilotâs chair so he could see her hands shaking. âThatâs not true, and I have changed.â
Ezra frowned. âYou want me to train him?â he asked. âIs that what this conversation is about?â
âNot...yet. Not now. But I donât want anybody else to train him.â
âLuke Skywalker is talking about starting a school.â
âNO. I like Luke. Heâs a good kid. But he doesnât understand the dangers⊠He hasnât walked that path, and he doesnât know what it takes to guide your student safely instead of just following the rules.â
âHera, I donât know either.â
âThatâs okay. Falling is fine as long as thereâs someone to catch you. You would never let anything bad happen to him.â
âHmph.â Ezra crossed his arms and looked out at the clouds, that stone expression on his face. âI wish I could promise that.â
...
From Lira San they traveled to Lothal. Hera let Sabine show Ezra the sights because she had something else to show Jacen.
The bombed-out Imperial hangar wasnât hard to reach, despite being perched on one of the dolmens at the edge of Capital City. If you took a shuttle, that is. Hera parked the Phantom halfway up the mountain and made them walk the rest of the way because âit will be fun!â Forty minutes into the uphill hike, Jacen wasnât finding it particularly fun.
âWhy couldnât we just FLY up there?â he asked, perilously close to a whine.
âBecause weâre taking a nice hike together and itâs going to be more enjoyable to see if you make it there yourself than if you just fly up and park.â
Poor kid â his hair was a sweaty wreck. âTo be clear,â he said. âI AM getting a real birthday party tomorrow, with friends and cake and stuff, right?â
âPadawanâs honor. Sabine even made you guys those robes and staffs so you could dress up as High Jedi. Though I still donât know what a High Jedi is.â
âItâs like a really wise, powerful Jedi,â Jacen explained. âKind of like a wizard.â
She raised a skeptical eyebrow.
âItâs from Rangers of the Force.â
âI didnât know you could read books that hard.â
âI listened to it.â
âOh. Okay. Look, we made it.â Hera climbed the short flight of steps and crawled over the rubble blocking what had once been the workersâ entrance. Then she waited for Jacen to do the same.
âWhew!â
âItâs cooler up here.â Jacen spread himself dramatically on the floor.
âYeah, weâre out of the sun.â She handed him the canteen and waited for him to take a long drink. âYou recovered?â He nodded. âGood. Come see what Sabine did.â
He saw the mural as soon as he looked up, and his reaction was everything Hera had hoped for. A shout, and he rushed up to get a closer look. âItâs you guys!â
âYeah.â
âYou look like heroes! Like youâre from a holoshow.â
âSabine makes good art.â
His brow creased in that thinking look. âWere you heroes?â
âYes,â Hera admitted. âWe were.â
âSabine,â he pointed. âEzra. His head looks small in this picture. Zeb and Chop. Hey, look at these lothcats! Thereâs you. Where am I?â
Hera touched her mid-section in the picture, right on the buttons of her flight suit. âHere.â
âSo I came with you when you were heroes?â
âSure.â
âSo I helped save Lothal?â
âLetâs say you were along for the ride.â
But now he was pointing above mural-Heraâs shoulder. âThatâs Dad.â
âYeah,â she said softly.
âI donât think I look very much like him.â
âWell, youâre shorter.â
âHey!â
She grinned at him, but he shook his head and said, âUh-uh. Youâre sad.â
âOnly a little sad.â
âYou miss him.â
âYes,â Hera said honestly, âbut thatâs not why I brought you here today. I need to show you something else, something⊠kind of secret.â
âOkay.â
Hera took a portable projector from her bag and placed it on the floor. âCome sit by me. Seven years old is big enough to see this.â They sat cross-legged on the ground and Hera switched on the projector.
âThatâs Dad!â
âYes.â
âWhatâs he got?â
Kanan was fitting together two metal tubes. He gave them a practiced twist, then ignited the lightsaber.
Jacen lost it. âWHAT?! Where did he GET that?â
âHi, kid,â Kanan said to the recorder. âThought Iâd go through a few practice drills here, in case you ever need to see them when Iâm not around.â He was talking to Ezra, but Jacen didnât know that. Hera skipped past the part where he demonstrated the basic techniques and on to the segment where he showed the moves in practice by fighting ten combat remotes, leaping into the air, twisting, deflecting shots⊠He was using the Ghostâs hold as his staging area, which had irritated Hera to no end at the time because those remotes were firing live blaster bolts. The flip from the ground to the platform four meters above his head was awfully impressive, though, she had to admit.
âHow did he DO that?â
Another of him and Ezra training together, both blindfolded, going through forms. Hera watched Kananâs shoulder rotate as the blade spun, the twist of hips as he altered his stance. It was so familiar and so long ago, all at the same time.
âMama, tell me.â He knew, but he didnât want to say it.
âHeâs a Jedi, Jace. He was raised in the temple on Coruscant and sent out to fight during the Clone Wars. One of the last Jedi Knights.â
âBut...â he trailed off.
âI know itâs a lot to take in. Do you want to see a little more?â
âYes!â
Sheâd edited this compilation carefully so they got no footage of actual battles. Next Kanan was tossing Sabine in the air over and over, a little Sabine â she couldnât have been more than fifteen. Heâd throw her impossibly high, and then sheâd twist in mid-air, draw her blasters, and fire at a target. Jacen laughed. âAh-ha, theyâre good!â Another of that terrible competition heâd had with Zeb, where Zeb picked up Imperial speeder bikes and threw them at Kanan, who caught every one in mid-air. Okay, that probably wasnât the best thing to include. One of Hera herself cradled in Kananâs arms, the laughter near the microphone indicating that Ezra was recording.
âReady?â Kanan asked.
âGo,â Ezra told him.
Kanan jumped up the Ghostâs ladder one rung at a time, tilted impossibly backwards, holding her. Hera from long ago shrieked in laughter. âI get five credits when I do this, right?â Kanan asked.
âCheating,â said Ezraâs voice.
âI did TELL you I could do it.â Thunk, up another ring. Thunk, up the next. âSee, what you want to do is bend your kneesâŠâ Kanan explained, annoyingly pedantic. âThen you absorb most of the shock, especially when you have to land rough.â He rolled at the last moment, still holding Hera, and came up on his feet on the upper platform, neither of them worse for the wear.
âHey!â Hera-from-the-vid protested. âWarn me!â
âOkay,â Kanan said. âRoll up in a ball, Iâm going to toss you to Ezra now so he can practice.â
âNo, no, wait!â Ezra yelled. âWait, let me put the recorder down!â The image went sideways and the recorder died abruptly on the sound of their laughter.
Jacen was watching with a wistful, half-jealous expression. âNobody ever told me he was a Jedi.â
âWellâŠâ Hera considered. âWhat DID they tell you?â
âZeb says he could drink a whole gallon of milk in five minutes without throwing up.â
âYeah, only part of that is true. And donât try it.â
âSabine said he loved you the very most, and heâd never let anything in the whole galaxy hurt you.â
She took a deep breath, willing herself to stay calm. âThat is true.â
âAnd that he was a really good dad and he understood when people got upset or lost their temper and he wouldnât yell at them.â
âThatâs true too.â
âBut he wasnât really Sabineâs or Ezraâs dad, right?â
âNo, but he...took care of them when they were kids. Big kids. And he taught them a lot of things.â
Jacenâs eyes lit with realization. âHe taught Ezra how to be a Jedi! Thatâs why they were doing those slow moves with the lightsabers.â
Her kid was too smart.
But now he was mulling over something else. â...He was my dad.â
âYes.â
âHe never met me.â
âTechnically, no, but he knew you were on the way.â
âHow?â
âYou know how you can tell where animals are, even the small ones? You found Alexsandrâs baby chicks when the rest of us were looking in the wrong place.â
âYeah.â
âThatâs the Force, Jacen. He felt you like that before you were born. Iâll bet you guys had whole secret conversations, what do you think?â
Jacen shrugged, clearly pleased by the idea. âSo how come you never told me he was a Jedi? And you COULD have told me, lots of times.â
There was the question sheâd been waiting for. âBecause it wasnât safe, Jace. The Emperor killed all the Jedi, even the little kids. Only a few of them got away, and then they had to survive by hiding because the Emperor was still hunting.â
âBut he died when I was little.â
âYes, but being a Jedi is still not exactly safe.â
âYou mean people are still hunting them?â
âNo, I mean theyâre still...heroes. Which is good, but it also means that bad guys donât like them much. You have to learn to keep yourself safe when youâre a hero, and that takes time. I wanted to wait until you were big enough to understand that a little.â
âSo youâre saying I shouldnât want to be a Jedi.â
âNo, thatâs not what Iâm saying. If you want to learn to be a Jedi when you get older, Iâll be right there with you. But I want you to understand that thereâs always more to these stories than what you hear. And I donât want you to think that fighting makes you a good person. I didnât love your dad because he was a Jedi. I loved him because he was kind and funny and understanding, and he couldnât bear to see anybody in pain without trying to help. And because he never gave up on people. I see a lot of those qualities in you already. You donât need a lightsaber to be a good person.â Oh, great, now she was sad again.
And Jacen had picked up on it. âWere you scared when he died?â
âSo scared. But what do we say?â
âBe afraid,â he said quietly, âbut do it anyway.â
âRight.â
A wolf howled nearby, in the middle of the day.
âThatâs a lothwolf?â Jacen asked.
Hera nodded. âI think theyâre coming to see you. I donât know why, though.â
âI do.â
âYou do? Why?â
âThey say goodbyes are over. Itâs time for hellos.â Â
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Solo: Thoughts
I have emotions and there will be spoilers.Â
- This film reminded me why I love the warring stars in the first place!
- I really liked it! Itâs not a perfect film, by any means, and thereâs plenty of places I wanted to burn down Lucasfilm, but it is an emotional one about ordinary people scraping their way through a hellhole of a galaxy, and thatâs what Iâm here for.Â
- The visuals??? GREAT! FANTASTIC! Soooo much better than TLJ, in between the industrial hellhole of Corellia, the mountainous snow planet, or the sweeping sand and sea of the Canaries (I think?) at the end! The CGIâd parts were intricate and epic, the parts aboard Dryden Vosâs ship and in Landoâs casino actually felt atmospheric and club-isa. (Unlike Canto Bight *cough cough*) The very Scylla-and-Carybdys scene with the black hole and the massive Eldritch abomination (that apparently eats vacuum????) was fantastic.
- I actually really like Alden as Han. I really, really liked that they didnât make him a misogynist, a womaniser, or someone who just canât listen to women. He was charming and cocky without being smarmy or condescending, which can be a difficult line to walk. His Han is very different to Harrison Fordâs, certainly a less jaded and more pure soul with his own, if slightly warped, moral compass. He certainly doesnât think twice about giving the mineral stuff to Enfys.
If anything, one of my main issues with the film was the need to tie things up neatly and have Han go to Tatooine. The direct connection worked for Rogue One, with the big dramatic finale, but it doesnât really work here. Aldenâs Han just feels a lot younger and less jaded than Harrisonâs did, and it feels like there should be a few more years and botched jobs and scars before heâs hanging around a cantina in Mos Eisley.
- Holy shit Han studied at Carrida? And then go demoted from pilot to foot soldier for. . .. Â some reason that probably has something to do with mouthing off too much for the Empireâs liking. Iâm hesitant to compare him with Finn because Finn left for extremely heroic reasons (not wanting to kill anymore) and Han just kind of left because he didnât want to die and the opportunity presented itself, but it certainly DOES add another level to Finn and Hanâs relationship in TFA, particularly when Han encourages Finn the truth, and when Finn and Han break back into Starkiller base. (Underrated adopted father-son duo right there!)
- This movie established a TON of parallels between Rey and Han. A TON! Han was essentially in the urban version of the shitty situation Rey was in at the beginning of TFA, they both repeatedly pull the trick of having to fly through a narrow slot, thereâs even some verbal cues with how they both have to go back to Corellia/Jakku to wait for loved ones, and they both love someone who isnât telling them the full truth about their pasts.
(Excuse me while I cry about all of this. âYou think of him as the father you never had.â Yes, but in some ways Rey and Finn are the heroes that this version of Han wasnât. Thereâs a lot of talk about Kyl0 carrying on the Skywalker legacy, but this film really establishes that itâs an ex-stormtrooper and a desert junker who carry on the Solo legacy.)
- Iâm VERY much on board with the idea that Qiâra should have been Hanâs sister, or his best mate whoâs become his only adopted family by the laws Corelliaâs streets. If there was anything that felt slightly off here, it was their romantic relationship, which felt shoehorned and expected rather than natural. Star Wars has always been about family, yet there hasnât yet been a movie that really explored a sibling relationship, and I think it would have fit better with the plot and tone of Solo anyway.
- Other things I loved: LANDO. Donal Glover is goddamn PERFECT. Heâs charming and lively and adds a jolt of . . . something like sunshine which this movie badly needs! HIS WARDROBE IS ON POINT! The movie still leaves me feeling like weâve only seen the tip of the iceberg of Nandoâs backstory, though. Heâs already a successful entrepreneur with a droid fight club, a very (*ahem*) successful hand at sabacc, and a closetful of expensive tailored capes. And he loves his mother! AND HEâS WRITING HIS BIOGRAPHY, and is already somehow on chapter 5.
-HANLANDO. Damn. Both of the scenes with Han and Land playing sabacc had a wonderfully flirtatious energy, and the beach scene and shootout at the mines were just painfully good. This was defiantly where the romantic tension of the film lay, with the smirks and the âbuckle up, babyâ and that final scene in the tropical casino place? If Lucasfilm isnât going to make another film with Han and Lando I will gladly take, like, a fluffy workplace romcom with Donald and Alden. Please.
- L3-37! Another absolute favourite, though I am deeply sad that she died before getting a chance to meet Enfys. They would have hit it off. L3 followed in K2âČs steps of being snarky, and terrifyingly human, but sheâs definetely her own bizarre, wonderful . . . droid. I loved her and Nandoâs camaraderie, and that final reveal that sheâs in the Falcon .. . . I did cry a little.
- This movieâs greatest sin is probably itâs tragic wasting of Thandie Newton. Iâm still angry.
- The final showdown between Beckett and Han? AMAZING. It felt so full circle- Han shooting Beckett right were the holes in the amor he stole off the dead man at the beginning of the film were, and in a similar place to where Kyl0 will eventually kill him. (The scene certainly DOES establish exactly how Han and Kyl0 are different, though, considering the way that Han sits with Beckett as he dies, and that Han shot Beckett so that the mineral stuff could go to Enfys rather than Crimson Dawn.)
- ENFYS! Sheâs in 3 scenes, but I smiled non-stop for 2 of them. No joking, those two scenes made the entire cost of the ticket worth it. The reveal was freaking amazing, as well as the fact that no one made a dumb comment about the fact that sheâs a girl. Erin Kellyman absolutely killed her limited screen time, and I loved the fact that she talked about inheriting the mask from her mother. âThe war is just beginning.â Shivers. Brilliant, fantastic, show stopping, incredible. Her costume and weapons were fantastic as well, with a slight Boudicca vibe to her hair/spear/that yellow tartan cape-y thing at the end?
I really hope sheâs in more stuff.
HMU to chat about all of this, I am more full of emotions than I ever thought Iâd be over Han Solo.
#han solo#solo spoilers#lando calrissian#enfys nest#qi'ra#hanlando#over all really liked this film and am kinda sad that it's probably going to underperform the last jedi#because this is more along the lines of the kind of content I want#with a more diverse and female centric cast#but I'm just really here for the stories of ordinary people scraping their way through the galazy
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hhhhey could you do dustin/lucas hcs? just in general bc the bois
ohhh boy i love the bois
-They get together because all their friends are dating each other
-Mike and Will are dating and Max and El are dating so Dustin and Lucas feel really annoyed with all the PDA so they start making out like Bros do
-Spoiler alert: Itâs Not Just Bro Things
-They find out itâs not just Bro Things when theyâre fighting and Lucas says âGoddamnit why do I have to be in love with you?â
-Dustin starts laughing so hard he cries and then he pulls Lucas back down to wrestle with him
-They talk it out with their friends present bc like any dumb teenagers Dustin doesnât respond to how Lucas loves him so they donât rlly talk let alone make out for a few days and Max is doneâą
-Dustin âwell shit does this mean weâre dating?â Henderson
-Lucas âI hate that iâm in love with you dumbassâ Sinclair
-All their dates are to the arcade, like literally all of them
-2 player games? All the time now
-Dustin cheats like a mf when theyâre playing together, he tickles and kisses and shoves Lucas
-âItâs to establish dominance in the relationship Lucas!â
-âOh Iâll show you dominance!â
-Lucas gets a job at the arcade once theyâre old enough and then he can edit the high scores so when he and Dustin fight he puts himself on the high score for all the games
-Dustin worked there for a day but he got fired because he was constantly challenging kids to play and he would charge them wayyyy extra if he lost, so he never did his work
-Dustin calls Lucas âLandoâ as a (nerdy) pet name
-Lucas has no nickname for Dustin besides âDumbassâ and âDipshitâ
-Lucasâs little sister catches them kissing literally all the fucking time
-âSo this is the real reason why you donât hang out with girls, huh Lucas.â âDo your homework and leave us alone.â
-They never go to the snowball together because itâs too coupley but they do go to school science fair award dinners when they win
-Oh did I mention? Science power couple
-They have won the science fair for their grade every year since 5th grade and no one has the skills to beat them or even come close
-Their science teachers literally give them the keys to their rooms, and eventually when theyâre older, the key to the labs
-They definitely abuse this power lowkey
-Neither of their homes have privacy, so no privacy between Lucasâs sister and Dustinâs mom they feel trapped in Hawkins when they wanna just be together
-So they hang out in trees in the woods
-(Hang out? You mean make out and bicker?)
-They have A Tree.
-Itâs got a lot of branches so they end up deconstructing a waterproof tent and setting up a badly made tree house
-âCastle Byers 2.0â
-Will and Mike like to hang out there with Lucas and Dustin but they make sure to pull on the string that rings a bell just in caseâŠ
-Dustin is 100% a stoner in high school
-Heâs very cuddly when heâs high, like very very cuddly
-He and Eleven get high together and they both rant about how cute their signifs are
-Lucas hates the smell of weed but he puts up with it because he loves his boyfriend
-Dustin also tells secrets when heâs high and theyâre not always things he fully means so itâs a very awkward thing at first when heâs high around friends (specifically around Lucas)
-âDude if I liked guys Iâd be in love with you.â âDustin youâre pansexual, you like everyone.â âWoah! Sweet! I love you!â âI know Dustin.â
-Dustin is pansexual and Lucas doesnât know his sexuality, all he knows is that he loves Dustin
-âSo youâre questioning?â âYeah, questioning why I put up with your shit.â
-The walkie T A L K I E S
-They chat all night tbh, and wake each other up too
-They also learned how to hack the walkie talkies so they can hear conversations on âprivateâ channels and thatâs how they get dirt on people
-Lucas tells Dustin he hates him and itâs just the whole âno you donâtâ ââŠno i donâtâ thing
-Dustin plays music over the walkie talkies and Lucas freaks out bc Dustin itâs 1 am
-Thatâs how he asks him to homecoming every year once they get into high school
-Modern Love by David Bowie is the song Dustin uses every year without fail
-He plays it at 9:30 on the dot the day before homecoming and asks Lucas to âaccompany himâ over their walkie talkies
-Mike and Will listen in tbh
-When itâs senior year Lucas is the one to ask Dustin to prom
-The only way he beats Dustin is he calls at 9:29, a minute before Dustin was going to call, and he plays Modern Love and they both cry when Lucas goes âaccompany me to Prom dipshitâ and Dustin replies âOh Lando, thought Iâd have to make the first move againâ (even though Dustinâs never made the first move ever)
-Dustinâs mom takes so many mf pictures and Lucasâs sister teases them for matching
-Prom is loud and they dance too much and sweat a lot
-When like literally any slow song comes on theyâre kinda swaying in place and whispering
-âThis is, pretty queer dude.â âLucas how can I even begin to explain how dumb a sentence that is.â
-Fast songs they jam and lose it with their friends
-They both literally cry when the song Modern Love plays
-But they leave halfway through and hang out on the bleachers of their middle school and Dustin wants to get high but Lucas asks him to not so sweetly that he doesnât
-Lucas lays down on the bleachers bc heâs exhausted and sweaty and gross and Dustin kinda doesnât know what to do because itâs so intimate without being sexual
-Dustin eventually opts for taking off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt and laying with his head on Lucasâs stomach
-Lucas canât breathE
-Will and Mike join them later and they all sit, the og 4 being so absolutely in love and so absolutely happy
-Will and Mike lowkey are making out and Lucas and Dustin just fondly look at each other bc look at those repressed feelings getting out
-Max and El come after prom is over and they go to the arcade because Lucas has a key
-Truth or dare bc theyâre nerds who still love it even though they tell each other most everything
-Dustin picks truth at one point and he doesnât want to tell the truth so he just yells âShove a test tube up my ass!â And Lucas responds with âOk.â causing the first death of the night to be Dustin Henderson
-Lucas and Dustin end up sleeping in the back room bc the others have left
-Boss is so pissed but honestly? Theyâre teens
-They make their characters fall in love in D&D, they force Mike to make it an arc
-âCome on guys we should be doing a mission!â âMike. Please.â âNo!â âYouâd do it for you and Will if he asked.â â⊠Fine.â
-Itâs a really dumb arc, lots of cheesy pining and flirting and Will absolutely thinks it is the funniest shit ever so Mike only continues it for him (and because he loves his friends)
-Lucas Sinclair is whipped
-Jump how high doesnât even begin to cover it
-Dustin has no idea the amount of control he has
-(He does he just doesnât use it)
-The two still bicker and wrestle a lot and now with an undercurrent of sexual tension
-âStop looking at my boner when we fight!â both of them at some point
-Their parents just knowâą even if theyâve never really come out about their relationships or sexualities
-Dustinâs mom is super supportive and gives him money for dates and lets him stay out later as long as itâs not just him and Lucas (spoiler alert: they lie a lot and are alone)
-Lucasâs mom is very skeptical that the two are being safe because theyâre impulsive teenage boys but since her son already gets bullied so much she figures that she should let him live and not give him more pressure to be something heâs not
-Lucasâs dad is not homophobic, but heâs not ok with the thought that his son is growing up and falling in love, he cries a lot when thinking about how he canât protect his son
-They flirt a lot be honest
-One time to one up Max and Eleven they started fucking going at it in the middle of the street
-Dustin does his little purr to Lucas and Lucas m e l t s
-Lucas would never admit it but that purr has been the bane of his heartâs existence since day one
-Dustin overhears Lucasâs sister call him âLukeyâ and so he uses it and it annoys Lucas until the boy snaps and tells Dustin that itâs âMaking him too sappy so stopâ
-Lucas once calls Dustin âHanâ and Dustin doesnât shut up about it for the rest of the week
-No PDA at school they already get bullied enough, but they do leave locker notes
-Dustin keeps them in his backpack in a seperate section of his science binder
-Science & Lucas go together
-âNice jeans Sinclair, could they get any tighter?â âYeah they could so shut the fuck up.â
-There was unresolved sexual tension until senior year and literally all their friends noticed the resolution
-Lucas cannot stand how fluttery his heart gets when Dustin calls him nicknames
-Dustin knows this and doesnât care
-All in all the boys are in love and :â))
#My writing#dustin henderson#lucas sinclair#dustin x lucas#dustin henderson x lucas sinclair#henclair#lustin#ducas#st#stranger things#headcanons#hcs#stranger things hcs#text
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REVIEW: The Lego Batman Movie - Heâs black, heâs back and heâs hilarious
âSo please please please, let me , let me, let me, let get what I wantedâ once sang The Smiths (no, it wasnât John Lewis). I think it sums up the hopes and ideas of a character spin off movie. You get a superb supporting character that completely steals a show and in response to this public reaction they get their own film. Yet will they still be as good in the centre of their own world rather than being the comic relief of someone elseâs? Ever since Despicable Me showed up âMinions Maniaâ became an inescapable worldwide phenomenon (do dooo da do do) but my God was their spin off movie awful! Itâs not the sure fire success story that weâd like it to be that even saw the mighty Joey Tribbiani crash and burn on the small screen. So now spin offs come with a simple plea of hope; for them to please please please replicate the quality and success of their characterâs prior outings. Thereâs no denying that Will Arnettâs Batman dominated 2014s Lego Movie. He didnât just get a spin off but found it fast tracked ahead of the Lego sequel. Now itâs finally here is everything still awesome?..... youâre darn right it is!
Gotham Cityâs legendary crime fighter Batman (Will Arnett â BoJack Horseman, Arrested Development) must face his greatest enemies. The Joker (Zach Galifianakis â The Hangover guy) and getting close to others as he reluctantly homes the orphan Dick Grayson (Michael Cera â Juno).
COLD WARNING â Film best viewed with as little knowledge as possible, please consider before reading
Like a certain other suited character this time last year, Lego Batman immediately finds and establishes its tone of satire and smart parody as its hero wastes little time before self-narrating. This isnât a film thatâs mocking Batman itâs a film about Batman mocking Batman as director Chris McKay (Robot Chicken) takes gleeful delight in poking fun at many aspects of the characterâs literary on screen legacy but in a way that celebrates it rather than condemns. It takes classic themes like the symbiotic dynamic between Batman and the Joker and spins it into almost a romantic comedy as their feud is expressed as a relationship with differing levels of commitment. Or there is the idea of Alfred being Bruceâs surrogate father warped into making Batman frequently stubborn and childish. Itâs all things that in isolation would seem problematic but come together through clever, creative and in many ways a fearless usage of the subject matter. The approach taken could well have triggered a fanboy backlash but the attention and understanding of the Batman character is still clear underneath any mockery to get away with it all. Plus thereâs no shortage of in jokes to send many into a Cesar Romero fit of giggles from background visual gags to dialogue references and the extensive list of minor characters that feature (even Orca!). In fact a few 60s nods made me genuinely lose it.
The next key point of the Bat-list of pointy things is that this still remembers itâs a Lego movie. Not only does Will Arnett continue his âbroâ/frat boy like take on The Dark Knight (he calls the computer, âpewtorâ) but ideas like master building and multi-franchise ties-ins are still utilized well. The later in particular is not only immensely fun but ultimately becomes the embodiment of the filmâs unique character adaptation. Youâll see the Caped Crusader going up against many different people than you expected. Lego Gotham City looks fantastic as it incorporates some familiar visual cues like the bold gothic structures of the 90s films or the bridge layouts of the Nolan era. This all becomes a terrific canvas for the films action sequences which are not only bigger in scale than most of The Lego Movie but frequently a well crafted blend of spectacle and comedy. The central voice cast is 9-pack abs strong. Alongside Arnette the best addition is Ralph Fiennes (Heâs Voldermort) composed yet strained Alfred. There are no shortage voice cameos either thanks to the many known smaller/supporting characters on screen. Look out for Mariah Carey as the Mayor, Billy Dee âLandoâ Williams as Two Face along with Jemaine Clement, Seth Green and Eddie Izzard in best unnamed roles.
While the film is a lot fun itâs not quite on the same level of its Lego Movie base board and certainly not without its chinks in the Bat-armored suit. For one the story is very thin, even considering its intended accessibility to younger viewers. Itâs a clear safe bet in an otherwise more adventurous film and encourages little investment in seeing it to the end. It makes the film now like an album that youâd listen to on shuffle or just pick out your favorites from, rather than caring about the composition enough to just push play. Ultimately The Lego Batman Movie is less a great movie and more a collection of great moments (all be it a bloody lot of them). Neither is the action invulnerable. Although overall itâs quite positive some scenes really are too busy for their own good and a less is more approach would have been advisable. I guess even Lego batman isnât immune to, âtoo many villainsâ syndrome. Finally, while the musical tendencies of this Batman were a fun feature last time here theyâre defiantly over relied upon. Yes, he likes to write songs and âbat-boxâ about himself but doesnât mean we need to see it all the time.
Itâs a film thatâs simultaneously approachable to a Bat-novice while being immensely geeky satisfying to more hard-core fans. Itâs a film that certainly has its slow and dry points but its high soar higher than the Bat-Signal and will leave with a big, âwhy so serious?â grin. Some of its merit certainly comes from shock and surprise so it may not punch as hard in later rounds of viewing but for now at least this is a superb piece of superhero parodying comedy. Itâs without doubt the funniest film on current release so anyone, superhero fan or not, needing a comedy fix should grapple gun their way into a seat.
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đ + ur thoughts on being lando's wag. like proper committed exclusive relationship. and ur always at the races to support himđ„ș
Join me at the 1k bonfire!
honestly it'd probably be hell it'd be so much fun đŹ
Lando is so clingy boyfriend coded even as he's maturing, so he'd absolutely need you by his side as much as possible, but especially on race weekends. You ground him, you make him feel like a king, so moments with you before practice/qualifying/the race get him in that perfect mindset. Arriving on the paddock hand in hand, him beaming, you trying not to ugly laugh over the inappropriate joke he just whispered. Lowkey matching your outfits - he'd so get you a necklace that matches his!! - and he'd proudly wear a bracelet with your name on it. (Fans would adore you, obvs)
Quickies in his driver's room, him rushing to media with flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes and scratches on his neck. Oscar facepalms and shakes his head.
He's a dog guy but he'd come home from a few days at the MTC with a kitten because he knows you love cats - the same day you come home with a dog to surprise him.
In turn he'd fully support your career and interests. Gardening? He helps you set up a container garden on the apartment balcony. Cooking? He'll sit on a stool in the kitchen handing you ingredients and insist on doing the washing up. You're a writer? He's booking trips to the places you want to write about. Corporate badass? When you get home from work and need to rant about that bitch Francine in marketing he's commiserating and now he hates Francine on your behalf.
The relationship is as private as can be when one's dating a formula one driver, but he casually mentions you in interviews. "Oh yeah my girlfriend and I are going there next week" when another driver mentions NYC/Thailand/wherever. "My girlfriend's favourite" when asked about a local dish or dessert. And always, always, with slightly pink cheeks and a little grin.
Back to being at the races! No matter the outcome the first thing he does is go to you for a hug. Whether it's a joyous we did it or a more solemn did my best but... he needs your embrace as soon as he's out of the car. During a drama free race he will pop on the radio with a cheeky "she hasn't gone to sleep has she? tell her I love her" to Will.
It's late nights staying awake with him listening to him ramble when he gets in his head and feels insecure. It's running your fingers through his hair while his head's on your lap. It's his cologne in your clothes and your lipgloss on his cheek. It's driving around Monaco in his latest car while he theatrically panics in the passenger seat. It's laughter - so much laughter.
#vivs1kđ„#listen i could go on and on about established relationship lando#lando norris x gf!reader#lando norris x girlfriend!reader#lando norris x reader#lando norris imagine#f1 x reader#f1 imagine
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