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landograndprix · 10 months

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「Feel the magic ๛ l.n」

part xii

✧.* triple header, triple podiums, and triple the love.

✧.* quick little filler before it kicks off. Foreshadowing? Maybe. More insight in the y/nlando household? Yes 🥰 getting to know girlie even better? Yes ❤️this is a psa for the people who wanted to be on my taglist but never got tagged, i didn't forget or ignore you, I simply am unable to tag you and therefore removed you from the list feel free to ask me again so I can take a look at it. Taglist is open Love ya ❤️

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mclaren front row locked in once again!

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mcpapaya this team!!!! 🧡

johnson87 them sharing the sheets really works out for us fans huh

bott_ass you're so real for this

norry4 that's my team y'all 😭

sharllekler girlie really said I'm in a good mood, let me give my man a tow and then proceeded to take his pole away 😭

norrizz gotta keep him on his toes :')

marcusklein she's gonna make it up to him tonight

lanlan 🕯 lando p1 🕯

maxfewtrell absolutely mental!

teampapaya HAPPY MCLAREN WEEK 🧡🧡

y/nloveee can't wait to see my girl pull a max verstappen and win her 4th wdc halfway the season 🥰

ohnomeshoes no joke, bagging y/n might just be the best thing to happen to lando, man's is killing it on all fields!!

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y/nusername fam fam ❤️

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hamilt44n once in a while y/n posts one of these fam fam posts and every time there's a new addition 😭

norrizz a new cat, dog and boyfriend 😂

yukisan I wanna live with you guys, pls, I know I'd be spoiled rotten

y/ngirlie bestie you're such a mom

alex_albon you're going to end up with more pets than us..

norry4 lando being accepted as a part of the family, my boy promoted to dad and step dad 🥺

cecilemoulin something tells me lando did not know about the goodest little doggie 😍

y/nusername unplanned parenthood

y/nlandooo girl stop, what's next, a goat? 😂

bobnorriz she already got a goat back at her parents house, two horses and one fucking duck 💀

y/nusername they didn't fit in my place here in Monaco unfortunately :(

bobnorriz girl get a farm 😅

carlandooo wait so you really adopted a cat back in Spain lmao

landonorris I'll find a cow in the living room next week

y/nusername don't give me ideas

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y/nusername España, un hogar lejos de casa ☀

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mrsnorris 'home far away from home' and for what reason? Oh that's right..Carlos..🥴

chilisainz okay bestie, let's put you to bed..okay? You're talking shit again.

norrizz honestly, it's been a while since we last saw you..how have you been my love? Enjoying every single piece of y/nlando content we've had so far? 🥰

yukisan okaaay but that food looks amazing 😭

teamnotrell bunch of cuties enjoying their few days off :)

landonorris can't believe max got a girlfriend

maxfewtrell okay mate..

cecilemoulin I'm getting paid for this

maxfewtrell you're always bullying me and for what?

y/nusername I've got your back babes ❤️

maxfewtrell thank you ❤️

charles16 lando, y/n and Cecile podium this week? 👀

norry4 I love this little group of gremlins <3

landonorris love you muppet ❤️

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oneforthemunny · 1 year

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the best day with you today |janitor!eddie munson x teacher!reader|

prompt: after the fostering and now adoption of oliver, eddie navigates life as a father. or the first time eddie is called "dad".

contains: life ruining fluffy angst. dad!eddie, mom!reader, mentions of past trauma, foster care, adoption, shitty parents, but really just cutesy fluff.

Wayne had been shocked to see them, Eddie and Oliver. Oliver in his sneakers and zip up hoodie, padding behind the older man up the stairs, sneaker clad steps against the creaking wood. He looked better since the first time he saw him, Wayne decided. A far cry from the scraggly, scared little thing with wide eyes that darted around the room at anything that he was when he first came. He looked more relaxed, confident- loved.

He'd looked so much like Eddie then. Looked so much like that same scared boy with a shaved head and nervous eyes that Wayne saw when Eddie'd first came to live with him. It made his heart twist with uncomfortable sympathy at the time, the parallels between the two. But now, Wayne was proud. The boy looked better- his grandson, officially.

Wayne had been there the day the judge announced the adoption, just shy of three weeks ago. Standing in the court room, lips pressed in a watery boasted smile, standing next to your parents, trying to hide his tears while Eddie beamed down at the young boy. You both looked so proud, so full of love. He knew the two of you would love Oliver the way he deserved, how a child should be loved and adored and doted on. It made his chest swell with pride, proud he’d raised such a good man. Wayne bragged on the two of you every chance he got, boasted to everyone about his grandson. Standing in grocery lines chatting to strangers- something he never did before- pulling a picture out of his wallet to show anyone who'd let him Ollie’s school pictures, laminated photos of them fishing, brag about his stellar report card.

"What're you two doin'?" Wayne grinned wide, lines around his eyes crinkling. The screen door to the trailer creaked loudly when he leaned against it. "Didn't know you were stoppin' by."

Eddie hugged his uncle briefly in greeting. "Hope we're not bothering you." He offered, but he knew they weren't. Wayne's small scoff assured him of that.

"You know you never bother me." Wayne shook his head. "'Specially not when you bring my favorite boy around." He grinned down at Oliver. "How you doin', Ollie? Gimme a hug, boy."

Oliver smiled back in greeting, throwing his arms around Wayne, a tight hug that only a child could give. Wayne was glad he was still small, still giving hugs. He was ten now, nearly eleven, growing more and more everyday.

"What brings you two over? Myrtle's comin' over in a few. We're gonna watch our program if ya like to stay." Wayne offered. Myrtle, from two trailers down, and Wayne had been in a casual fling for as long as you knew them. Eddie always shook his head when you asked him, shrugging and rolling his eyes at his uncle.

Oliver’s ears perked up at the mention of the older woman. He adored Myrtle, loved the records she played, and more importantly, that she made the best brownies in the world. She was always sneaking him a sweet treat, a tight lipped smile and a wink like it was a super secret.

"We came looking for a basketball." Eddie said with a nod, looking over at Oliver to confirm. "Ollie wants to try out for the fifth and sixth grade team, so we're going to practice."

Wayne hesitated, face falling for a moment, brows raising in question. "And you... you're gonna teach him, Ed?" He asked, brow lifted skeptically.

Wayne distinctly remembered when Eddie got the basketball, the last gift from his father. His father was fresh out of jail, for the fifth time, and Eddie was thirteen. He left Eddie a birthday gift, four months after his birthday, and it was a basketball. One he'd stole, no doubt, but given to Eddie as a 'heartfelt' gift. Eddie had tried to play, tried to learn, and Wayne had given it his best effort to teach him. He took him down to the courts by the trailer, but the boy could barely dribble, looking about as graceful as a bull in a china shop, open hand smacking the ball. The basketball had gone up that day and never gotten back out, sitting on the corner of Eddie's dresser in his room and collecting dust. Until today.

Eddie frowned, looking from Oliver back over to Wayne. "Yeah," He nodded, giving the younger boy a reassuring half smile. "We're going to go down to the school. Practice on the courts there." Eddie patted Ollie's head, rustling the curls underneath.

Wayne nodded, grinning down at the boy. "Well, that sounds like a big day." His brows raising in excitement, exaggerated for the younger boy. "Good thing you have your Daddy to teach ya, right, Ollie?"

Eddie felt his heart drop, squeezing in uncomfortable anticipation, craning down with a side eyed glare so hard it strained his eyes. His breath hitched, anticipating the rejection from Oliver, that soul crushing discard that would wreck Eddie. Ollie just nodded, unbothered by the term. They'd had Oliver in their care for a while now, he was in your class even before then, but Eddie was still hesitant about the titles.

Basketball in hand, wiping the thick layer of dust that covered it, Ollie and Eddie bounded back down the stairs, waving goodbye before setting off to the courts. Wayne watched them back out, head shaking in amusement at the two.

Eddie's heart hammered as they inched closer and closer to the school, sweaty palms he rubbed over the wheel in a tight grip. Oliver seemed unbothered, and he was glad, watching the boy in the rear view him along to his cassette, kicking his little Reeboks against the seat. Eddie’s stomach twisted, turned and lurched with bundles of nerves, the fear that he wouldn’t be able to fulfill what he was supposed to- that he’d let Oliver down.

His head clouded with judgement. He knew he wasn't the best for a basketball lesson, he should've asked Steve, but dammit if his selfish pride hadn't let him. When Oliver came to Eddie, expressing interest in trying out for the team, Eddie leaped at the opportunity. The thought of any other sharing the experience with him instead made his insides twist with jealousy.

So here he was, holding the rusty orange ball, awkward and unsure in his big hands, with the little boy in front of him, wide eyed and awaiting.

"Uh, you need to learn to dribble first. That would be a good place to start." Eddie nodded firmly, much less confidently than he should have. He paused then looked at Oliver. "Do you know how to dribble?"

Oliver shook his head, and Eddie's shoulders deflated slightly. "Right, right." He muttered, eyes flashing up quickly. "Not that that's a bad thing!" He replied frantically. "That's alright,, I mean, that’s why I-I'm here to teach you."

Eddie sounded sure enough, except, he wasn't entirely sure how to dribble. It couldn't be that hard, you just hit the ball and it bounces back up. "So, you take your hand and lay it kinda flat- like this," Eddie showed him, holding the ball in the other. "Then you just hit the ball hard, but not like too hard, just enough for it to come back up to you, like..."

Eddie dropped the basketball, other hand out in anticipation to smack it and show the dribble. The ball made a defeated thudding sound, the air sputtering out of it with a thick plop! before melting into the asphalt like putty, slouching with a collapse. Eddie frowned, picking the ball up, fingers pressing into the thick material of the ball, it felt squishy and molded to his touch. Eddie wasn't an expert by any means, but he was sure that wasn't supposed to happen.

Oliver titled his head to the side curiously, squinting when he looked up at Eddie. "I think it needs some air." He observed, in pure childlike obviousness.

Eddie let out a short huff, frustrated with himself, truthfully. Of course the ball was out of air. He hadn't touched the thing in well over twenty years.

"Yeah, I think you're right, buddy." Eddie nodded, lips pressing together in thought. He looked towards the school, patting his pockets. "I think there should be some in the gym closet. Maybe we could get one of those and use it?" Eddie suggested, fishing for his keys.

Oliver's eyes lit up in excitement, little sneakered feet bounding beside Eddie towards the school. "Can we get out the rolly chair things?" Oliver asked, grinning wide up at Eddie, bouncing on the rubber soled ends of his shoes. He was snaggletoothed, missing his front tooth after last weekend.

Eddie's heart melted. "Maybe. Only if Coach Bronski hasn't stacked them like a jackass again." He muttered, rolling his eyes in disdain for the elementary school coach. His eyes widened, looking down at Oliver, seeing the tiny smile on the boy’s face. "Don't say that word. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." He said quickly.

Oliver giggled. "I won't."

Eddie grinned, squinting down at him playfully. "You better not. Your mom will kill me, buddy." Eddie groaned dramatically. His chest panged with a little jealousy, lips falling slightly when he pushed the key in.

Oliver had taken to calling you 'Mom' a few weeks ago, after Olivia was born. You'd cried when he did. Eddie was enthralled for you, he was, but he couldn't help but hurt a little for himself. It made him entirely too insecure for his own liking. He knew he shouldn't take it personally, that it was Oliver's pace of comfort and he would never do anything to pressure him. Yet he still felt consumed with fear, guilt, worries about why Oliver didn't feel comfortable with him yet to give him the title.

Eddie turned the lock, the bolt clicking loudly before it was unlocked. Eddie pushed the door open with a loud creak, letting the little boy scamped under his arm. Oliver's eyes were wide with wonder, looking around the empty gym that doubled as a cafeteria. The lunch tables were pushed into the wall, everything put away and lights dimmed for the weekend. Though he'd been in the school after hours, it was all still so exciting to the ten year old.

"Isn't it cool that you have a key to everywhere?" Oliver asked, eyes wide and shining up at Eddie.

"Yeah, 's pretty cool." Eddie grinned back down at him. "Sometimes it can be a lot of pressure. With great responsibility, though, Ollie." Eddie twirled his keys around.

Oliver giggled. "That's from Spider-Man." He said proudly, waiting for Eddie to open the door.

"It is." Eddie nodded. "You still liking Spider-Man?"

"Yeah." Oliver hummed. "I like Aqua-Man, too."

"Oh, don't tell me you're going over to the dark side with Uncle Dustin." Eddie groaned playfully. "You know Marvel is better than DC."

"I dunno." Oliver giggled with a shrug, purely boyish and sweet. Eddie’s heart squeezed in adoration. "I jus' like them both."

"That's alright. I'm just teasin' with ya." Eddie ruffled his locks with a smile. "As long as you don't start actin' like Dustin, we're good." He grinned at the laugh Oliver gave him.

Eddie fished the basketball out of the large big, giving it a few test bounces before the duo went back outside.

Eddie awkwardly showed Oliver how to dribble, the two moving around the red top courts outside with the grace of newborn fawns. Smacking hands, the boing! of the ball bouncing off the pavement while they chased it, hitting it at an uncomfortable angle.

"Run, run, Ollie!" Eddie laughed, clapping his hands with encouragement. "Just-Just dribble it- yeah! Yes! Just like that! Atta boy, look at you!" Jogging beside the younger boy, laughing gleefully while they smacked and chased the ball.

He knew this wasn't great 'coaching' on his part, but Oliver was having fun. Wide smile that crinkled his eyes and a laugh that rang through the open court. Eddie's own laugh joining in while the clambered back and forth, chasing the flyaway ball and bouncing it extra hard to see if it would go higher than the two of them. The two were positively silly running with the ball, but they were having fun.

Oliver rubbed his eyes, cheeks red and wind bitten from the outside, fighting a yawn while Eddie put the ball away. "You tired?" Eddie asked, small smile on his lips. He knew the answer, but the sleepy nod, bob of curls bouncing from the smaller boy shaking them made his heart warm, knuckling at his eyes.

Eddie patted his shoulder, hugging him to his side. "You did good today, Ollie." Eddie beamed proudly down at the boy- his son.

Truthfully, Eddie wasn't sure if Oliver did great or not, he's let Steve be the judge of that (he was the coach of the team after all), but he did know that they had fun. They'd laughed until their cheeks hurt, ran up and down the court until their sides ached with laughter.

Eddie's chest was warm, light and filled with content while Ollie grabbed his hand, an instant reaction when crossing the street towards the lot. He could hear your voice in his ears, “Look both ways, grab my hand.” Eddie could feel the hand in his, small and soft.

"I had a lot of fun." Ollie admitted, looking up at Eddie, eyes gleaming even in the gloomy sky. "Do you think we could do that again, Dad?"

Eddie's breath caught in his chest, strangled gasp that choked and sputtered out of his mouth. Heart lurching in his chest with surprise. His eyes widened, and he tried to will them to relax, knowing his reaction could scare Oliver. He was still fragile from his before home life, sudden reactions scared him still, sent him retreating and cowering.

"W-What?" Eddie stuttered, dumbly. He kicked himself for the reaction, wishing he would say something better than what he did. Especially when Oliver’s hand tensed in his.

"I-I liked dribbling on the court." Oliver muttered hesitantly, chin tucking to his chest, a sign of submission. Eddie's heart lurched in panic. "I'd like to do it again if-if you want to...with me. If you're not too busy with the baby or-or if you don't want to-"

"No." Eddie blurted, fiercer than he meant it to be. He cringed at himself, eyes shutting in irritation. Get it together, Munson.

"No, I mean, no I-I would never be too busy for you, Oliver, you know that." Eddie said sincerely, nodding down at the boy, rambling anxiously. "I just, uh, I- yeah, I had so much fun with you today too." Eddie admitted.

"Really?" Ollie asked, tilting his head to the side. "I thought you told Mom you didn't like sports and confor-forminin-"

"Conformity." Eddie snorted lightly with a grin. "I was just teasin' her. I just never had someone to play sports with me, but now I do, right? We can be sports...partners." Eddie was unsure of the word, but Oliver didn't seem to mind.

"Yeah," Oliver nodded. "Like-Like Aquaman and Aqualad." He grinned excitedly at the analogy.

Eddie let out an exaggerated breath of air, eyes rolling in playful dramatics. "Please, don't use your DC references around me."

Oliver giggled, pulling the handle of the car door open. He hung on the door for a moment, looking back at Eddie, tiny lips twisted in thought. "Spider-Man and Iron Man?" He offered, head tipping to the side.

Eddie grinned, dimples deep in his cheeks. "Better." He laughed, helping the boy into his booster seat.

Eddie got a little emotional seeing the base for Olivia's carrier next to Oliver's booster seat, one he was already about to outgrow before needing nothing at all. He'd never had a car seat or booster seat before coming to live with you and Eddie, carelessly strapping himself in before his mother would try to navigate home, usually too fucked up on whatever she's shot up her arms to see straight.

He'd been so little in your class, still small when he came into your care. A scrawny and malnourished little boy with dirty clothes that he tried to clean in the sink before school, usually coming into the classroom with his shirt still dripping, but he didn't want the other kids to tell him he smelled.

Now, he had a new wardrobe, Wayne and your parents spared no expense spoiling their new grandson, even before he was officially yours. He went to bed with a warm belly, clean sheets, clean skin, brushed teeth, and warm kisses. Oliver had flourished since then, not so bony anymore, a little taller; happier, loved.

Eddie secured the seat belt. "Maybe we should stop by the store and get a ball." Eddie suggested. "One that's not flat, if you want to play again."

Oliver nodded. "Yeah." He paused for a moment, little brows furrowed in thought. "Is-Is it ok if I call you Dad?" He asked, eyes shining up at Eddie's.

Eddie felt his breath hitch again, heart fluttering and beating so hard in his chest he thought it might shoot through his ribcage. "I-I mean, yeah." Eddie stuttered, frowning at himself dumbly. "Only if you want to, Ollie, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

Oliver looked down at his feet, dangling and hitting the seat. "I-I think I want to call you Dad." Oliver admitted. "Because I call Mom, Mom, and-and you're my Dad like Mom's my Mom." His logic was simple, boyish, but it made Eddie's nose and throat burn, happy tears but emotional nonetheless.

"I think I'd like that too." Eddie agreed, jaw clenching to keep himself from crying. "I had a really great time with you today." Eddie reached down to hug the boy, a little awkward in the carseat but tight and full of love.

"Me too." Ollie smiled. "Thanks for teachin' me to dribble."

"No problem." Eddie pulled away, hands on the little boy's shoulders- his son's shoulders. "You're a natural, kid. Gonna be in the hall of fame."

Oliver laughed, but blushed at the praise. Eddie couldn't stop smiling, he was sure his cheeks were going to split open, but he couldn't help it.

Oliver bounded through the front door, kicking his little sneaker off in the pile by the bench, before running to find you.

Eddie could hear him in your bedroom, excitedly chattering about his day, showing you the new basketball. Shiny and new, still had the fresh rubber smell. You cooed back at him excitedly, smiling when he went to show Olivia, talking sweetly to her in her little bassinet.

"Hey," You greeted Eddie with a smile. "Good day? Heard dribbling lessons went great." You beamed.

Eddie nodded, sniffing slightly. "Yeah, yeah it was great. Amazing actually, he, uh," His eyes cut from Oliver and Olivia back to you. "He called me Dad today."

Your face melted with joy, a small gasp leaving your lips. You watched Eddie's eyes shine, watering, his lips press together in a tight line to keep his lips from quivering. "Oh, Ed," You coo, reaching your hand out instinctively to cradle his jaw.

You were so sweet like that, so kind. Nurturing and caring came so easy to you, Eddie was for certain you had to be some kind of saint, you were too perfect in every way. You wrapped your arms around Eddie's middle, squeezing him tight, feeling his arms wrap back around you.

Oliver continued to babble to Olivia, letting her grab onto his finger, gurgling spit and giving tiny baby cackles to her older brother when he'd talk to her. You'd been worried when the adoption process first started, and you had found out you were expecting, that it would mess things up, ruin what you'd built with Oliver. He'd been hesitant at first, more uneasy with the thought that you might replace him, but the second he met his little sister, he'd been completely wrapped around her tiny finger. Just like his daddy. Just like you.

You pressed your cheek to the soft fabric of Eddie's shirt, watching through glazed, love drunk eyes Oliver push Olivia's little bassinet, rocking her slowly. Eddie's hand ran up and down your back soothingly, pressing into the small of your back to pull your closer. It was everything you all could have wished for, your own little family.

for @wheels-of-despair bc I know this is your fave lil family <3

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raapija · 8 months

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OKAY, HERE WE GO FINALLY

So, let me introduce you to Nando's Nuggets aka his three little McChildren aka Carlito, Landito and baby Oscar 😘😘😘 (...aka the ultimate nepo baby trio of F1)

This kind of (I feel like this is a hedcanon more) belongs in the pookie au, go check it out ! ->

Huge thanks to everyone in my inbox for fueling this obsession 💚

Lando was a happy little accident born when Fernando was just 18. The relationship with Nando and Lando's mom, Ms. Norris, was pretty chaotic and turbulent and they ended up breaking up before he was even born. Lando stayed mostly with his dad and grew up as a grid-baby with other F1 drivers taking turns in babysitting him. He went through school in the UK since Nando kept his residence there most of the time and Lando got the English accent from there. He's always been around motorsport and it was just a matter of time before he would end up in F1.

Lando and Oscar grew up apart from each other, as Oscar was living in Australia. But whenever they were together while it was Nando's turn to have Oscar for a week or so, it was the highlight of their childhood. They got along well since they were pretty close in age and quite similar in other ways, too. Lando's mom wasn't around a lot when he was growing up, but as of lately, she has reached out to him again and is in good terms with the whole bunch.

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After Fernando separated from Landito's mom in the late nineties, he got together with this little known Aussie GT driver named Mark Webber. It was love at first sight and they had a really strong bond from the very start. They decided to get a kid together, which was wild since both were quite young and because of how difficult it was at the time for two men to get a child together. But, they somehow pulled through it and in April 2001, baby Oscar came along. (He is biologically Nando's through a surrogate) After a few quite happy years with this little family of two boys, Mark and Fernando eventually started to drift apart and the relationship fell flat. Through a mutual decision, they broke up and Oscar went off to live with Mark in Australia. Fernando still spent a lot of time with Oscar of course, but it was never enough. It was always sad to say good bye at the airport.

As time went on and Oscar grew older, he wanted to stay in the UK more. He got interested in karting like his two other brothers, and eventually moved over to try and make it into motorsport and connect better with Nando's side of the family. Mark was still very much around as he became Oscar's manager and pulled all kinds of stunts to get little Oscar in the best possible teams. Mark and Fernando are still very good friends and get along well. Oscar is definitely the most spoiled of them all.

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Carlos was an absolute menace and a troublemaker when he was young. When he was around 13-14, he took part in one of Nando's karting camps in Spain and that was really the only thing the kid was interested in. Later, tragically, Carlos would lose his parents in an accident and since he was such a difficult child, no one would take him in. But alas! Fernando heard about it and since he had seen how talented and passionate Carlos was about driving, he wanted to give him a chance and enrolled him into more karting classes at his own expense. Eventually, they became close and Fernando figured out since nobody else was gonna have him and the poor kid needed a proper home, he adopted him. Carlos immediately took the role of big brother to Lando and Oscar and would start to settle down since he now had a responsibility to be their role model. In time (and with lots of trial and error), Nando raised Carlos to be a sensible and well-adjusted young man who could safely be let out into the world knowing he was gonna be okay.

Carlos' protective nature over his little brothers and dad resulted in him beefing with Lance for years since he didn't exactly like the idea of his dad dating a guy who's four years younger than him. When Nando and Lance got married, it was finally enough proof that Lance wasn't going to leave and break his dad's heart like others had before. Now they're in good terms and Carlos thinks of him quite fondly, but will never admit it. Fernando is incredibly proud of how far Carlito has come and how he's now at Ferrari.

Lance has a pretty good relationship with the bunch overall despite Carlos' apprehensions. He often takes Lando or Oscar on fun trips and likes to hang out with them. Carlos sometimes asks Lance to go golfing with him since he can actually give him some competition.

It's strange for everyone that their step-dad is almost the same age as them (and younger, in Carlos' case), but somehow they make it work. He never actually considers himself to be a parental figure to them, more like a weird kinda fun uncle 🤷 It's weird, the whole family is weird, but they make it work. ❤️

Family portrait:

+This son inherited the magical powers:

#pookie au #strollonso #webbonso #another insane thing but hey #that's what tumblr is for #fernando alonso #lance stroll #oscar piastri #lando norris #mark webber #f1 #¼ of the whole grid is just Alonsos

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missadangel · 16 days

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Little Bird in a Cage (Javier Peña x Reader)

Part 16: Pregnant

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It was late evening when your father called.

He chose a very bad time, you'd just had after-dinner sex with Javi and it was amazing, you were still in bed, covered in sweat, cum, satisfaction, waiting for your breathing to settle.

To answer the phone, you sat on the bed, and had the longest phone call with him ever.

Javi slipped out of bed when he heard his voice on the phone, standing in front of the window with his back turned, lit a cigarette, yes, he had started smoking again recently, facing the truth that there really was such a thing as premarital stress.

Actually it wasn't the idea of marriage, you were both happy with to become husband and wife, to live together, but your father insisted that things should be a bit more his way.

Perhaps because he was a four-star minister and loves to give orders.

‘No, dad, of course that's not gonna happen!’ Javi turned his head and snickered at you, who looks and sounds like a little girl right now.

You frowned.

Getting married in Colombia wasn't an option and he didn't want it to be, the city you used to live in was still not safe, thanks to the drug cartels that still working tirelessly.

So you wanted to get married in Texas in a small wedding, but your father was angry that you didn't want a big ceremony. He also wanted it to be a cultural wedding, he wanted you to do all the Colombian customs, which made you angry, but it was very difficult to convince him.

When the phone call ended you hung up the receiver and sighed, did it really have to be so hard?

‘Dad's got me cornered,’ you said as you got out of bed and approached Javi.

He put out his cigarette and turned towards you. ‘Don't worry baby, he'll come round eventually.’

‘You think? He wants a big church wedding, plus with all the Colombian traditions,’ you sighed, “that's a lot of stress and I don't even want to think about the media, they'll want to cover a day like this,” you buried your head in his bare chest.

He wrapped his arms around you, ‘If that's what he wants,’ he murmured as he played with your hair. “Maybe we should do this.”

You lifted your head to look at him. ‘Would you really do that? Doesn't it bother you?’

He smiled, ‘Why should your traditions bother me? After all, you're going to be my wife at the end of the day, aren't you? Mrs. Peña?’ his lips rubbing your ear.

You giggled, it was so nice to hear that word from him. You raised your hand to check the diamond ring you wearing on your left finger. “Yes, I am.”

-----

Fortunately, Mexico and Colombia were very similar culturally. The language, the food, the dance, the wedding customs, and apparently even the fathers. As a Mexican-American, Chucho insisted on following Mexican customs, as did your father.

So you tried to convince them to have a bicultural wedding. Your father coming to Texas tomorrow to discuss the details and to meet your future father-in-law.

You had been feeling very tense and tired lately, and the wedding had been on your mind a lot. You had almost forgotten what day it was, so you were surprised after breakfast when Chucho changed the calendar page on the wall to the May.

Javi has been back from Washington for over two weeks. That meant your period should have started a week ago. And you'd never been this late before. Javi leaned across the table to you as you froze, fork in hand.

'What's wrong, why aren't you eating?

You smiled at him, 'Nothing, just,' avoiding eye contact, you looked down at your plate to eat the rest of your food. ‘Please don't worry anymore cariño, we'll talk about it together when your father comes.’

‘I know, Javi, can we go into town today?’

He finished his orange juice, got up from the table and came over and kissed the top of your head.

‘Of course we can, we have to do shopping anyway, Chucho is going to visit Andre today.’

Andre was in state care and Chucho wanted to adopt him, but the procedures taking time. Suddenly you felt excited thinking what a good grandad Chucho would be, but you didn't want to think about it until you were sure.

So you had to go to the pharmacy in town to buy a pregnancy test, you weren't sure how to do it without Javi noticing.

But it was impossible, he never wanted to leave you alone after what happened last time.

‘Every time I leave you alone something happens to you, wherever you're going, we’ll go together,’ he said as he parking the car.

That's why you decided to tell him, but it was a pain in the ass, the possibility of you being pregnant before the wedding and God forbid, your father finding that out. And the feeling that you were definitely not ready to be a mother yet.

Why is everything so complicated.

You stopped in front of the pharmacy, ‘Javi I'm -’

Just then, Javi's tía Sophia was approaching from down the street.

You both panicked, not only she has been bombarding you with questions since she heard about your engagement, but it would have been a disaster for her to see you with a pregnancy test in your hand.

‘Javi...’

He grabbed your hand. 'Fuck, let's run, baby,' he pulled you around the corner.

As you ran together, you looked at each other and laughed mischievously. After a short distance, Javi pulled you into the back of a store and you leaned against the wall to catch your breath. Standing right in front of you, he looked at the direction you ran from, panting.

'I think we're safe,' he smirked.

You gasped in relief, he put his hand on the wall next to your head, kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, you couldn't help it, it had become a habit to do that every time he kisses you.

But this was the middle of the street, people were walking by, looking at you and laughing, Javi pulled back, a mischievous look on his face.

'Now that we've given the town another rumor mill, shall we go home?'

You chuckled, "We're moving soon anyway, so fuck it.'

Javi laughed out loud, he couldn't help laughing every time you used foul language.

While the two of you were walking down the street, someone called your name and you turned around. It was Juan, he must have seen you passing by the shop.

'Oh hello, how are you? Javi, this is Juan,' you looked at him allusively.

Javi raised his eyebrows, then looked at him closely, this time frowning.

'How you doin?' they shook hands. You could tell right away that Javi didn't like him by the way he looked at him with a pursed lip.

'Nice to meet you," then he turned to you. "You left one of the paints you bought last time in the shop, I wanted to give it to you.'

'Thank you,' you said with a smile. I haven't even started yet, it's been a busy week.’

'Yeah, I heard about all, you ok now?'

'Thanks, I'm fine.’

'Actually, since I bumped into you, I was wondering if I could ask you for something, I need some help with this painting I'm doing,' he pointed inside.

‘Sure,’ you went in quickly.

Javi put his hands on his waist, frowning. You looked at him and waved your hand, beckoning him.

Juan sat down in front of the painting and you sat down next to him.

Javi narrowed his eyes as he walked in, taking a quick look around, but his eyes were on you. Leaning against one of the shelves, he crossed his arms and watches you as you grabbed the brush, working on the painting.

Juan touched your hand as you showed him a few things on the painting with the brush. Javi tensed up, he didn't like another man touching your hand so easily, but he didn't want to be rude so he waited patiently, finally when you were done you stood up, but it was fast, suddenly you got dizzy and sat back in the chair. Juan put his arm around you. ‘Are you all right?’

That was too much, Javi pushed his arm away a little roughly. I'll take it from here, man,' he said and helped you to your feet. 'You okay, cariño?' he wrapped his arm around you this time.

You nodded, 'Yeah, just, my head is spinning, maybe because I'm hungry,' you put your hand on your head.

‘Come on, let's get something to eat,' he said as he led you out of the shop.

Looking over your shoulder at Juan, you waved goodbye, but you couldn't turn around, Javi's arm wouldn't let you.

---

The next day, the day your father arrived, you and Javi wanted to go to the airport to meet him, but since he was still a minister, there was a small official welcoming ceremony. So you went to the hotel to meet him in the embassy suites in Laredo, he was going to stay in the room reserved for him.

As soon as you saw him, you ran to hug him, you missed him so much. He wiped away your tears and scolded you for crying, then told you he had a surprise for you, and you were delighted to see Caroline and Dolores following close behind.

You and Caroline hugged and laughed. When Dolores pursed her lips you hugged her too, you really missed them so much.

You had dinner at the hotel restaurant and talking about everything. Javi and your father talked mostly about work, and you were annoyed that he still called him 'Agent Peña'.

"Dad, why don't you call Javi by his first name?'

'Well, hmm, Javi, I'll have to get used to that,' he frowned.

'Maybe in the future you can call him son,' you said with a grin, blinked at Javi.

Javi decided to take a sip of his drink instead of reacting.

'We'll see about that in time, missy,' he rolled his eyes at you.

Javi was no different, still calling your father sir. You smiled to yourself, sure he would call him by his first name later.

Everything was so new, and you believed that marriage would develop the relationship between the two families in time.

It had to be.

After dinner, while Javi and your father were still talking in the hotel lobby, you asked permission to go out with Caroline. Javi didn't want to be alone with your father, you could see it in his eyes, so he asked for permission to take you wherever you wanted to go, and fortunately for him, your father was tired and has long diplomatic phone calls to make, so he retired to his room. But you wanted to be alone with Caroline, so Javi dropped you off near the shops. He'd be back to pick you up later.

'I loved it here,' Caroline smiled as she looking around the shops.

'Caz, we need to get to a pharmacy first, help me,' you tugged at her arm.

Noticing pharmacy was very close.

'What's wrong?'

'I need a pregnancy test,' you whispered in her ear.

She opened her eyes wide. 'What? Shit, Is it really your test this time?

'Yeah, let's get the test, I have to do it now and make sure asap.'

You got the test and rushed back to the hotel, ran into Caroline and Dolores' room. You bought three, just to be sure.

And they were all positive.

'Dios mio!' Dolores' voice startled you, she has seen the tests when she entered the room.

'Shh,' you shushed her, your father's room was right next door, the last thing you needed was for him to hear.

'Oh my God, you're pregnant,' Caroline said as she hugged you happily. Then her smile faded, expression changed to worried. 'Oh my God, you're pregnant and you're getting married soon.'

'I know,' you mumbled.

'Cariño, don't worry,' Dolores sat down next to you and put her arm around you. 'It's nothing to be upset about. It's a gift from God.’

You didn't know how to react or what to think, of course it was a gift, but the timing was wrong, at least you thought so. You stood up and started pacing nervously.

‘How am I going to tell Javi? What about my dad? Will I be able to get into the wedding dress? We need to get married asap, before anyone finds out, and Javi was just starting his new position at work. Are we ready to be parents?’

Caroline grabbed you by the shoulders. ‘Honey, calm down, sit. Of course you're ready, don't worry, everything will be fine. And Javi will be so happy, believe me.’

‘You think so?’ You were getting more worried than happy. You didn't feel ready to be a mother, but you had to. You blamed the contraceptive pill you couldn't get from the pharmacy that day. But then you gave up, it was already done.

‘What kind of a mother am I going to be if I can't even take the stupid contraceptive pill in time?’

Caroline hugged you as you added sobs to your tears.

‘Come on, of course you'll be a great mom, but don't think about that now. Should I tell Javi or?’

‘No, I'll tell him, but I need to clear my head until he comes to pick me up.’

‘Okay, sure, if you need us we’ll be at lobby,’ Caroline gave you another hug and left the room with Dolores.

----

You opened your eyes with a sudden urge to pee.

Were you asleep?

This is very strange, you thought, remembering why, and took a deep breath. You were still alone in the room. You looked at your watch to check the time, you couldn't believe you had been asleep for two hours.

Javi should have been here by now, you quickly washed your face and left the room, feeling ready to tell him.

When you came into the lobby and you saw him, your heart started to race with excitement, but it wasn't new thing, you feel the same way every time you saw him. How could you love him more and more every day? But you did, and you were sure you would feel this way forever.

Caroline was the first to notice you, "Are you feeling better?

Yes," you said confidently.

Javi turned his head, got up and came to you.

'Are you okay? Caroline said you were tired, have you been walking a lot?' You blushed as you put your hands to your face, wondering how to say it.

Your father called you over, 'Honey, we've set the wedding date, come, sit down.'

'Your dad is thinking the end of the month, but I...'

'What? That late?' You interrupted Javi. 'Three weeks is a long time,' you sat down, pursing lips.

Your father frowned. 'That's a bit eager for a bride-to-be, don't you think, what's the rush?

Javi grinned as he sat down next to you and looked up at you, wondering what your answer would be.

'I, I just don't want to wait, waiting means more stress for me, that's why,' Javi grabbed your hand when you sounded tearful.

"And I should become US citizen asap," looking at Javi, blinked at you.

"Yes you should," he mumbled.

There was silence for a while and Caroline moved closer to him.

'It's normal to be stressed because all the traditions will be fulfilled, sir, isn't there a chance that it could be a little earlier?'

Your father stood up and crossed his arms behind his back, it was his thinking pose. You looked over your shoulder at Caroline and thanked her with your lips, mouthing.

'I thought you'd be more stressed,' Javi whispered to you, 'so I'm actually the one who extended the time.'

'No, I'll tell you why when we're alone,' you whispered back.

Your father cleared his throat. 'Well, if you say so, next week, and we have to get ready asap, I arrange a planner.' his voice wasn't angry at all, you were surprised.

'Thanks, Dad," you said as you walked towards him wrapping your arms around. You wondered what his face would look like when you told him about your situation. But there was still time.

'I'll go to the reception venue with Pops tomorrow to book a date,' Javi said as he stood up.

You looked at your father in surprise. 'So the reception will be all Mexican, huh?'

He shrugged, 'Our traditions are very similar, honey, and our food will be served. And I wouldn't mind a mixture of cambia and salsa, would you?' He and Javi smiled at each other.

You felt as if a weight had been lifted from your shoulders. They had both agreed on this, it was a quiet relief.

----

On the way home, Javi noticed that you were quiet. You were still trying to figure out how to tell him, how he'd react. Would he be angry with you for not taking the pill, or would he be happy? Would he not look at you the way he used to? You thought about it all the way home, so you were surprised realizing you arrived home already. There were no lights on in the house, Chucho must still be in town. Javi opened your door and leaned in, his brown eyes locked with yours.

'Are you going to tell me what's going on? I'm starting to worry.'

'It's nothing to worry about actually,' you said with a smile. 'I was just thinking about your reaction and...'

He cut you off with a kiss and slipped you into his arms. You were almost out of breath.

'Maybe you need to relax, do you want me to comfort you?'

He kissed you again as he carried you inside, he was very good at it. He broke the kiss and laid you down on the couch and within seconds he was on top of you. He started kissing you again before you could even open your mouth, but you wanted to tell him right away. You broke the kiss and sat up on the couch. You cupped his chin in your hands.

'Javi wait a minute, I really need to say this.'

He pulled his face back a little, but he was still leaning against you, one arm resting on the couch and the other around your waist. His eyes locked with yours, you took a deep breath.

'I'm, I'm pregnant, Javi, there I said it,' you huffed.

He was silent for a moment, trying to process what he just heard, the silence was starting to make you nervous, but his lips curled into a half smile and he kissed you.

Then he pulled his head back and looked at your face, "You're sure, right?

'Three pregnancy tests, yes, I'm sure."

He laughed, his brown eyes sparkling with joy. 'That's great, baby, I don't know what to say, but that's more than great.'

'Really? I thought you'd be mad at me because it was so unexpected, but...'

He frowned. 'Mad? Don't be silly, you don't know how happy you've made me. I love you so fuckin much, you're the best thing that ever happened to me,' he wrapped his arms around you pressing you against his strong chest.

'I love you too, Javi. I love you so much.'

He loosened his arms to look at your face and then kissed you passionately. You weren't sure if it was the effect of this wonderful moment, but the sexual tension between you increased immediately. The deeper the kiss went, the more you wanted him.

As you pulled him closer with your arms wrapped around his neck, he slipped his hands under your dress to cup your hips. This gave you the opportunity to unbutton his shirt.

When you were both down to your underwear, he grabbed you by hips lifted you into his lap, you wrapped your legs around him. Without breaking the kiss he hurried into the room as your giggles echoed down the hall.

---

The next day, you and Javi had decided it would be a good idea to go to the gynecologist, so after breakfast you went down to the center of town. It was a small but busy clinic.

'Senorita Botero Llano?'

You stood up excitedly, Javi holding your hand and he was no different.

When you entered the doctor's room, she told you to lie down on the obstetric table. She set up the ultrasound machine and Javi stood right next to you, never letting go of your hand. You flinched as she put the lubricating jelly on your abdomen, then she started asking questions without looking at you as she gently presses the device against your tummy, moving it back and forth while checking the computer screen.

'When did you find out?'

'Two days ago.'

'According to the blood test, you're three weeks along, is this your first pregnancy?'

'Yes,' you said, looking at Javi who winked at you.

I mean, it's too early for us to see it here, but I can see the amniotic sac, if we zoom in a little bit, yes, there it is,' she said as he showed the unintelligible image on the screen.

Javi frowned, 'I don't see anything.'

The doctor laughed. 'It's only the size of a pinhead, it's an embryo, it will grow and develop.'

'Did you really expected to see a big baby?' you asked, laughing at him. Turned your head to check screen, 'It is so tiny.'

'It is, but we can hear its heartbeat,' the doctor said, saying something ordinary to her but surprising to you.

'Really?' you said excitedly, looking at Javi seeing him also excited.

'Sure, let's have a look,' the doctor turned a knob on the ultrasound machine to the right.

There was a small crackling sound, then a wheeze, then a heartbeat. A very fast heartbeat.

It was so beautiful.

The doctor looked at both of you. 'This is your baby's tiny heart saying 'hi'.'

You couldn't hold back your tears, it was an indescribable feeling, so beautiful, so mesmerizing, Javi wiped your tears and kissed you on your head.

There was not much to say at that moment, you kept listen.

'But it beats so fast," you said suddenly.

The doctor grinned, turned off the machine and turned to you. 'Honey, that's normal, newborns and even children have a faster heartbeat than adults.'

'Wow,' you murmured.

'Now I'm going to talk to you about a few things,' the doctor said.

Javi helped you to take off your hospital gown. Then you sat down on the couch across from the doctor's desk.

'You need to take the vitamins I prescribed regularly, you need to go to the emergency, if you'd have any bleeding, everything looks good now. The first three months are very important, please don't get tired and don't try to lift anything, stay away from stress, okay?'

You nodded.

'See, you have to stay out of trouble, best stay at home and don't go out,' Javi giggled.

You rolled your eyes. Then you remembered something that happened during sex yesterday.

'Is it normal for me to have breast tenderness, to want to go to the restroom all the time, and an increased libido?'

'Yes, it's all normal in the first trimester, as for sex, it won't harm the baby, there's no problem as long as it's not too rough.'

Your cheeks flushed. Javi looked at you out of the corner of his eye and grinned.

He was still snickering when you left the room.

I was worried that she would forbid sex. Luckily, she didn't,' whispering into your ear.

You elbowed him in the stomach, 'Cabrón.'

----

The next evening, your father came to his house to meet Chucho.

After dinner, as you were discussing the wedding details, things got tense at times. They were talking so fervently even they didn't notice when you never touched the beer or kept going to the bathroom to throw up because of the smell of the food.

Javi kept an eye on you and tried to calm his father at the same time.

You and Javi wanted to tell them after the wedding, it was gonna be better thing to do.

When you went to the kitchen to get a drink of water -becasue you were thirsty as hell-, Javi came behind you.

"Did you take the vitamin? Didn't she give you medicine to stop you vomiting?" he asked in low tone.

"Don't worry, it's just the smell of meat. I feel better now."

"Whatever!"

You startled when you heard your fathers loud voice.

"Then so be it!"

You both turned your heads to look at those grumpy men in the living room.

"Thanks for having my daughter in your house all this time and taking care of her, by the way," your father looked away angrily.

"She's my daughter too, of course," Chucho said, also looking away, frowning.

"Daughter-in-law, you mean?"

"Whatever it is," Chucho murmured something in Spanish but mexican accent, probably cursing him.

You looked at Javi with a confused face, "Do you think they are insulting each other or thanking each other?"

Javi laughed. "Both."

At the end, everything worked out, it was nice that they were on the same side, even if they didn't like each other much. Your father excused himself when it got late and then came to you.

"You're coming with me, señorita."

"What? Why?"

"Because the wedding is in four days and you two shouldn't stay in the same house or should I say room. It's bad luck."

"Dad, this is ridiculous, no way I'm leaving!" your hormones made you angrier so your voice was loud. Javi grabbed your shoulder and tried to calm you down.

"Sir, let her stay tonight, we're flying to Washington tomorrow anyway, will check the house and buy furnitures and stuff. I'll take her to the hotel when we return."

It was true, Javi's buddy Steve has found a house for you in the same neighborhood so he and his wife has invited you over for dinner tomorrow.

Since there was no time left, you liked the idea.

"Okay then, but the night before the wedding you should definitely stay apart. "

"You're too superstitious for a minister," Chucho grumbled.

"Let's just say I'm traditional," he said, then turned to you. "I almost forgot, you need to find a godfather and a godmother."

"Yeah, right," you mumbled. Javi looked at you, "Los Padrinos and Madrinas," you explained.

In Colombian wedding traditions, there is no best man or maid of honor. Instead, the couple chooses a godmother and a godfather, and it can be anyone they want. In Mexican weddings, the couple chooses a padrino and a madrina, which means the same thing.

That's why, since neither of you had a very large family or were very close to them, Javi chose Steve as the padrino and you chose Caroline as the madrina.

All that was left was to tell them, and it has to be asap, the wedding was very near.

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Part Four: "Macchiat- Oh No..." ~ S. Harrington

Summary: (Then) Back in Hawkins, the time has come for Reader to break the news to her boyfriend… only, he doesn't take it as well as she'd hoped. — (Now) When Steve stops by for his daily coffee, things take a sour turn when his ex-girlfriend walks in.

Pairing: Nurse!Steve Harrington x Fem!Byers!Reader (Reader x Jason Carver and Steve x Brenda are both featured as well)

Word Count: 2,401

Content Warning: teen pregnancy, mentions of vomit, adoption/abortion talk, mild swearing, Reader slaps and hits Jason, food consumption (Reader and Steve share a cookie), Jason is sorta out of character, lmk if i missed anything lol!

Extra Notes: so sorry this chapter was late, life is crazy rn lol but i hope y'all enjoy!

Originally Written: 11/28/2023 through 12/19/2023

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[ Then, August of 1987 ]

You knew it was impossible, but you were sure you'd just witnessed your boyfriend's eyes double in size. "Y-You're what?" he stuttered, his hands grabbing hold of the wooden bedpost beside him.

You couldn't say you blamed him. After all, you were nearly thirteen weeks along and still having trouble believing the news yourself. "I'm pregnant," you repeated. "We're gonna have a baby, Jay."

His normally glowy and tanned skin turned snow white. "No," he said, the word coated with disbelief and something close to anger. "I can't- We can't have a baby."

Rather than the excitement you'd hoped to feel when finally telling him your news, your heart felt like it was being crushed into a million tiny pieces. Pain and guilt and confusion stung in your stomach, and while you hadn't experienced morning sickness in almost two weeks, you were sure you were on the verge of throwing up. "What do you mean?" you asked in confusion and shock.

"I leave next week for college. I'm gonna be in California. I can't…"

Your hand met his shoulder softly, the pad of your thumb rubbing soft lines along his covered skin. "I know it's scary, but I know we can make this work, Jay. I'm-"

"No," he repeated, his voice stern this time. "I cannot have a kid. We have to get rid of it."

Confusion soon melted into betrayal as you realized what he'd meant by his earlier statement. Anger burned in your veins, your fists clenching. "Excuse me?"

"Y/N, imagine what that would do to my reputation. I mean, I'm about to join one of the most renowned basketball teams in America."

An aggravated scoff left your lips as you moved away from him, suddenly unsure if you could contain your anger if you continued to sit beside him on the bed. "Well, I'm sorry this puts such a damper in your plans."

The room, which once felt so full of love and lust, was now spinning in a storm of betrayal and fury. The bed, where your child had been conceived, was now the place where you'd experienced your first true heartbreak. You stumbled backward a few steps, gripping his dresser for dear life as you processed the scene in front of you.

"Y/N, you know it's not me," he argued. "You know what my parents would do if I ruined my full ride like this."

You truly wanted to believe this wasn't his idea, knowing Jason's dad wasn't much better than your own father—before he left anyway. But you knew him better than anyone, and you knew for a fact that when Jason had an idea in his head, he was going to go through with it.

He stood, walking toward you. Tears brimmed in his eyes, blue and heavy and beautiful, like two oceans you could get lost swimming in. A hand raised up to your cheek, wiping away the tears that had fallen from your own eyes. "It'll be okay. We can fix this. You can give it up for adoption or-"

You cursed yourself for even beginning to think he was starting to come over to your side. Your palms lay flat on his hard chest, pushing him away. "I love how you assume that I'm on your side, Jason. I mean, did you ever stop to consider maybe I want to keep this baby?"

He faltered, stepping back toward the bed. "Why? You've got your whole-"

"My whole life ahead of me?" you finished his sentence, the words filled with disbelief. "Jason, your dad makes more in one month than my mom and I make in a year combined. I can't afford to move to California for college like you can."

"So what, you're just gonna do like all the other women in Hawkins? Get pregnant and have four kids and live out in the suburbs?"

You really and truthfully couldn't believe what you were hearing. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

His next sentence was like a viper bite, so venomous that it stung down to your bones. "It is when it's not what either of us wants."

Tears that previously pricked your eyes began to fall like rain storms as your hands met his chest, slapping and shoving as his words of duplicity repeated like skipping records in your head. You knew it wasn't right to treat him this way, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. Incoherent sobs and screams flew from your lips, hitting his chest with smack after smack.

"You selfish bastard!" you cried, striking his polo-clad skin. "How dare you tell me what I do or don't want?"

He just stood there and took the blows like nothing was happening, passive and composed. You hated that he acted like this was just a casual Friday, yet you envied him for being so in control of his emotions, his placid expression not allowing you to see any kind of hidden feeling behind those blue eyes you once called home.

Teardrops fell as your chest heaved, a thousand different emotions swirling like a tornado inside you. The man who'd once picked up your broken pieces had now left you shattered, a million tiny splinters of grief scattered across his bedroom floor.

As if flipping a light switch, you forced yourself to calm down, removing your flying fists from his chest and drying up your crocodile tears. You grabbed your coat, backing toward the exit. You took one last look around the room, knowing this was exactly how you'd remember it when his name was mentioned or when your baby opened its eyes to reveal the same ocean blue shade its father had all those years ago.

[ Now, December of 1991 ]

"If you decide you want to grow a set of balls and learn how to grow the hell up," you practically spat at him, gripping the doorknob much tighter than necessary, "you know where to find me, Jason Carver."

"Here is that-"

Your sentence was quickly cut off by Steve grabbing your arm and pulling you into the booth beside him. His cold palm sent goosebumps running up your arm where your sweater sleeve had slid up, his fingertips juxtaposingly shooting hot sparks through you.

Still, you cleared your throat, confused by his sudden, out-of-character action. "You that desperate for a date, Harrington?"

"Actually, yes," he whispered, not making eye contact with you and instead staring toward the door.

Brows furrowing, you turned to see what exactly had stolen the man's attention. When your eyes landed on it, or rather her, you could've sworn you felt bile rising in your throat.

Her long and tanned legs sported what looked to be the most beautiful and most expensive skirt you'd ever seen, despite the forty degree weather outside. The baby pink sweater that flowed around her top half only complemented her skin tone and her gorgeous blonde hair, curled to perfection. Her makeup was perfect, but she didn't even need it because when she smiled, it lit up the whole room. Jealousy and hurt flowed through you as you realized she was everything you weren't.

"You see that girl sitting down in the booth by the door?" Steve asked. You suddenly had the urge to smack him for even mentioning her.

Still, you pushed your feelings down and turned back toward him, meeting him once again with pinched brows. "Yes…" your voice trailed. "I'm sorry. What do I have to do with-"

"That's my ex-girlfriend," he whispered, still keeping a wary eye on the woman.

Your mouth flew open as you realized your mistake, your previous jealousy quickly melting into embarrassment. Though, you did still feel a slight tinge of envy at the prospect of any girl holding Steve's hand or kissing his lips when you couldn't, but that was a story for another time.

Your eyes twinkled mischievously at his unspoken proposition. "Steve Harrington, are you asking me on a playdate?"

He moved uncomfortably in his seat as he continued to watch the blonde across the shop. "When you put it like that, it seems more childish than it should."

"Oh, it's definitely as childish as it seems," you grinned. "But I suppose I can play along since the most popular boy on the playground invited me to his little game."

You stood, walking quickly to the counter. After making sure the blonde wasn't looking—she was instead looking at a handsome brunet who'd just sat down across from her—you quickly grabbed a cookie from the display counter and sprinted back to Steve's table.

This time his brows furrowed, but you just answered him with, "If we're gonna play, we need toys and props."

He let out an exasperated sigh, and you reveled in his defeat. "You're eating this up, aren't you?"

"The same way we're about to eat this cookie."

Before you could process what was happening, he was tossing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. Your breath caught in your throat, and your skin was boiling hot where his fingers touched you through your cardigan.

"Oh, my God," the brightest and cheeriest voice you'd ever heard greeted you. "Steve Harrington?"

Steve feigned surprise as he made eye contact with the woman he'd been watching. "Brenda? Wow, you look…"

"I know!" she smiled, her cheeks rosy. You wanted to throw up just watching their interaction. "You don't look so bad yourself. I mean, how long has it been? Four-"

"Five years," he corrected her. You could've sworn he grimaced at the memory. "So, what are you up to now?"

She showed off her engagement ring happily, and both Steve's and your eyes nearly popped out of your eye sockets at the size of the diamond in the middle. "Matt and I were actually on our way up to Boston for a cake tasting but he wanted to stop for some coffee first."

"Huh, who would've thought?" Something flashed in Steve's eyes that you'd never seen from him: hurt. You weren't sure what had happened between them, but your heart stung as you watched that brief surge of painful nostalgia wash over him. Had it not been for you watching Steve all those months and learning all his reactions, you might've missed it.

A brief moment of silence overtook your table, so you decided to carry on to the next topic, thankful that your job had somewhat taught you how to think fast. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Y/N, Steve's girlfriend," you said, holding out your hand toward the blonde.

Girlfriend. It'd been so long since you'd been one of those, you'd forgotten how nice it was to say. But with Steve… the word left you feeling a satisfaction you'd never felt before.

Brenda took your hand, shaking it curtly. "Pleased to meet you. It's nice to see Steve finally found someone who'll settle him down."

The man muttered something under his breath, so quiet Brenda didn't notice and you couldn't tell what it was. At full volume, he said, "Who would've thought that one up either?"

She let out a laugh, one almost as sickeningly sweet as the frappuccino in Steve's hand. A quick smile flashed across her lips before she said, "I guess I have to get going if Matt and I are going to make our appointment with the baker but it was good to see you, Steve. And nice to meet you, Y/N."

You and Steve both chirped out a response before she headed toward the door, a string of laughs leaving her lips as her fiancé wrapped an arm around her from behind. You'd never been one to hate love, but suddenly you wished this was the seventeenth century, where public displays of affection were outlawed.

Steve took a piece of the cookie, the feeling of his hand brushing yours bringing you out of your slightly maniacal thoughts. He threw it into his mouth, and you realized just how much you wanted to feel it touch your own mouth. What is with me today? you wondered silently.

"So that was Brenda," he said, a chuckle nearly falling behind his sentence.

You snickered, taking a bite of the cookie yourself. "So it was," you snickered before tossing back the sugar cookie's goodness. "She always been drop dead gorgeous or is it just that post-grad, pre-wedding glow?"

A low laugh rumbled from his chest, and the sound made tingles shoot up your spine. "She's always been something." Sarcasm coated the words.

"You wanna talk about it?"

His arm was still around your shoulders, and both of you were extremely aware of it. The tips of his fingers touching your sweater clad skin, your body practically flush against his side, both your faces close enough to feel the warmth of the other person's breath. As if realizing it at the same time, you scooted closer to the edge of the seat and he removed his arm, placing his hands in his lap.

"Not much to talk about," he answered, nonchalantly ignoring the arm-around-the-shoulders business. "I was a bit of a party boy in my first year at Aster."

Your mouth fell open in fake shock. "I never would've guessed! A handsome guy like you? No way you got invited to parties every weekend."

"I take it back," he quipped, and you had to resist a laugh, "I don't want your number anymore. And I sure as hell don't wanna tell you about my ex-girlfriend drama."

"Okay, okay, I'll behave." Another laugh fought to escape your lips.

"I was a bit of a party boy. But I met her and things changed." That hurt from before flashed across Steve's face again, causing your heart to sting once more. "I thought she'd be the one. But nothing I ever did was good enough. One day I found out she'd cheated on me three different times, trying to find someone better and I dipped. Haven't really dated since."

You thought about someone you hadn't thought of in years, how you were convinced he was the one. How he left you feeling like a crumpled up piece of garbage on the ground afterward. How he hadn't apologized or reached out since.

Suddenly, you realized, maybe you and Steve weren't so different after all. Maybe, just maybe, if you gave him the chance, the two of you could be more similar than you ever imagined.

Y'all, I am so so sorry this chapter is so late 😭

I feel like those posts about the AO3 authors that are like "A/N: sorry this is late, i got hit by a train" but that's truly what it feels like happened these past two weeks LOL. I have had so much happening in my personal life between work and sickness and ending up in the ER and now Christmas. It was... insane lol

Regardless of all that, I hope this was worth the wait and I'm so happy to be posting for you guys again! Chapter five will be up in just a little bit so I hope you guys enjoyed this one for now! Happy holidays from me and the B&M crew! 🤎

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lumiambrose · 2 months

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Blue lock matchup for @143---ily

I ship you with...

Yo Hiyori

not gonna lie this match up was tough. reading through your info reminded me of myself so much and that literally made everything 10 times harder.

BUT WE PULLED THROUGH.

so val and hiyori… (he’s so underrated ugh)

hiyori’s such a sweet guy honestly (we’re ignoring the fact he’s a self-proclaimed ultra sadist ok). deep down he’s such a sweet romantic and while he might struggle, he’ll try his best to show you.

at the beginning there was definitely a barrier between you two. don’t get me wrong, you get along great. but mans needs some time before he will properly open up to you.

he’s not the best at expressing love, it’ll take him a while to get used to your presence and an even greater time to trust you. but once you show him you truly care about him and him as a person, he’s completely in love with you.

hiyori reminds me of a cat. he’s a soft and calm presence to be around. not too clingy. but not distant either. just right.

he’s a very attentive lover and within a couple weeks of dating he developed a sixth sense for you.

while i don’t think he’s too hot on physical touch, he’ll always cave for you if you initiate something although i believe his love languages are quality time and acts of service (maybe a bit of gift giving too).

that manga series or figure you’ve been eyeing? he’ll buy it for you. learns about the vnl and your favorite teams/players so he can fangirl with you when you watch volleyball matches together. and he always has a playlist of silly cat videos that the two of you watch together on a lazy morning, intertwined with each other in bed.

he will always make sure you have a pretty bouquet of flowers at home. (whenever he’s away he’ll take one flower with him just in case so he can order more)

now i know i said he doesn’t like physical touch, but he makes an exception when you’re sitting on his lap while he’s gaming. he adores your presence and you get to cuddle him so it’s basically a win-win.

but i must say, he loves it just as much when you’re playing video games with him.

you two initially bonded over gaming. you met at an arcade and he joined you for a game that required two players. it was mainly casual talk here and there which eventually lead to talking about your favorite games. from there, it was locked in for you two.

he knows he was whipped for you when he just sat there listening to you going on and on about your favorite games and how you just set a new highscore/personal best with such a warm smile.

yapper x listener dynamic between you two is so strong and i fucking love it.

(he can and does talk just as much, but after a while he simply learnt that your voice is his favorite sound)

he started playing rhythm games because of you. he was infatuated by your reaction speed to the teeny tiny notes dancing across the screen and decided to try it out for himself.

much to my dismay, he’s a natural talent, learning to keep up with your skills in no time.

and when you two play shooters together, you’re basically unstoppable. hiyori is definitely cracked at shooters but if you don’t want to support or lay back, he’ll be the best support player in the damn world.

just like in football, hiyori will set you up for some game changing plays.

ultimately, your opponents are fucked.

he absolutely shares your love for cats and cats love him. his calm presence is basically a magnet for them, so expect to take at least 1 to 2 breaks whenever you two go out together to pet the random little cat that came up to him.

your phones are filled with photos of those stray/random cats.

ultimately what lead you two to adopt cats of your own. you’ll probably have 2 to 3 which gives you plenty of company for when hiyori is busy or away. when he isn’t, he’s a very good cat dad.

will also let them sit on his lap while gaming. (will push them off for you though)

and finally, his favorite place to kiss you is on the back of your neck. its convenient for when he’s spooning you and he sees it as an intimate action that he call pull off without too much struggle.

#bllk x reader #blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk headcanons #bllk imagines #blue lock headcanons #blue lock matchup #matchups #matchup exchange #✰ ─ lumis matchups

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kadextra · 2 months

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I’ve read quite a lot of orv over the past few weeks when I could, adding onto this long post as I went on so….. here we go!!

(warning major super ultra mega spoilers)

previously

Starting with the fight between dokja & joonghyuk during “a story that can’t be shared” episode.

At first after reading that battle I was really confused of what yjh’s intentions were, I’m gonna be honest. 😭 did he really want to kill dokja or not, or was it a plan he and sooyoung cooked up? that’s what it sounded like when they talked about it so??? why did he start smacking the fourth wall?? I had to read this part multiple times, and even look up interpretations on the internet that night to understand it. but I finally did! :3

dokja was just an incredibly unreliable narrator there, that’s why it was challenging to figure out yjh’s true motivations. dokja normally is unreliable so that’s normal, he thinks he understands people better than he actually does. and his mind was also in an even worse state after consuming that Eden good and evil fruit & practically losing it when he thought sooyoung died

joonghyuk never wanted to actually kill him- he had read the record of 1863rd turn, and the fight was all because he wanted to know the truth if dokja had given up on them & the 3rd round. if dokja did, then joonghyuk was prepared to give it up too (meaning: die. kdj didn’t even realize that was happening)

thankfully joonghyuk got the answer to the question he wanted, he didn’t die, he will live and reaffirmed himself as a “former regressor”. ough <3 he knocked dokja out and was attacking the fourth wall in hopes he could break through it and learn more of dokja’s thoughts.

very cool and emotional fight overall!!!!! reread it like 8 times I enjoyed figuring it out

And then I cried.

That whole goodbye conversation between dokja and sangah was beautiful…. so wistful about what things could have like been for all of them in another world…. and how even if things don’t go the way you expect, you have to live. at the end of the day everything is all about love… T_T I love her

then it came in with the double whammy of tears with THIS

HE WAS CRYING!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭 AND IT WAS HIS BIRTHDAY 😭😭😭😭😭

The kaizenix scenario starting had me giggling and incredibly entertained because PRINCE RICARDO is here!!!! literally sat there laughing in total disbelief at the sudden reincarnation fantasy story that came out of left field 😭 help my orv changed genres

laughter abruptly stops

wtf

the party members have already spent several years in this place before dokja got here and they all lost their egos after being weathered away by the march of time, hopelessly waiting for him? 🙂 heewon and hyunsung forgot each other??? that scene absolutely tore my heart out. pls do not separate them. SOOYOUNG WAS THERE FOR 50 YEARS! CRAZY! she wrote a novel too. ended it the same as twsa🥲

“It’d been better if I sacrificed myself instead” kim dokja you better shut up

but at least everything turned out well in the end for this arc so I am happy :,)

And the good and evil war started!! I watched the resident problem son go home and visit his parents- the literal gods of the underworld! (I love that this whole thing between these three has happened)

ofc dokja had his parents gossip about his love life there too

💀💀AKDJFKFLGLRNWKFKGKAJEDM I CANR BREATHE

but the reveal that it was Hades who discovered dokja from the very beginning and watched him together with Persephone. they really loved and wanted to adopt him all along didn’t they, best mom and dad for our prince 🥹 and even though dokja has hated the constellations, he cares about them and doesn’t want those two to disappear aughfhghghgh.

HEEWON UNLOCKING HER CHAOS JUDGE FORM AND MURDERING TONS OF DEMON KINGS AFTER LEE HYUNGSUNG’S SACRIFICE. “Sympathy? Utterly disgusting.” SHAKING. EDGE OF MY SEAT. I love you jung heewon 💖 she is so cool and my eyes are leaking 😭

after that whole mess finally the entire Kim Dokja’s Company has assembled together again including an unconscious lee hyunsung but at least he’s not dead like I fully believed for a hot minute <3

naturally though they can’t have good things and the apocalypse dragon revived anyways against their best efforts, because the seekers of the end are all a bunch of insane people. that thing is powerful enough to kill constellations with a flick of its tail 💀

mom and dad came to help <3 but I got really anxious reading because everybody by this point was exhausted or hurt too badly or to block the third wave.

I had no clue how they’d resolve this chaotic situation it was not looking good

it was looking so bad in fact,

KIM DOKJA. PULLING THIS AGAIN

WHY IN THE HELL ARE YOU LIKE THIS SIR

it’s always in situations where I know he has to do it or literally everybody horribly dies but that doesn’t mean I’m happy about it!!!!!! (that’s a lie I was super hyped) still. grabs him with my fists.

Going to ramble a bit here, but the way orv introduces new concepts is so natural and interesting. from the walls, to how stories can talk to you, now to the existence of “chaos” as the void/between of good & evil. it’s the first time I have been hearing this term explained in the story, yet it feels like it’s always been a fact, because it connects so well to what I already know. like of course the outer gods are beings originated from chaos, what else would they be? chaos in mythology was the origin state it makes total sense

being the demon king of salvation means to save people no matter what…… screams cries throws up

“That man is the world I wish to save” BLEW ME AWAY. such a hard line oh my goodness. I love you jung heewon 💖

and all the monologues from dokja in the void space between the indescribable distance and apocalypse dragon, slowly withering away but holding onto life because he wants to live 😭 he sacrificed himself, but it’s different this time because he asked to be saved. he took that action while putting full faith in his companions to do their best to save him. he wants to live. “will to live” even became a stigma 🥲 I can’t do this

Son Wukong my guy finally descended into the scenario and its as epic as I always hoped, hayoung was so smart for that. the monkey king himself helped fight off the fog clones and made a way for the trio go save dokja, so awesome. heewon boosting the other two forward, and sooyoung finally boosting joonghyuk.

joonghyuk following the fragments of dokja’s broken star in the pitch black darkness was an incredibly beautiful imagery for a scene, I saw it vividly it makes me want to draw it so bad. and the stuff yjh was desperately thinking during that got me teary eyed, of course. all I do while reading this story is get emotional damaged

but before yoo joonghyuk could reach dokja, someone else reached him first.

honestly felt my heart freeze over while reading that part.

but LETS GOOOOOOOOO FINALLY secretive plotter reveal!! I’ve been waiting for this for so long!!! It’s not future dokja, it’s future joonghyuk!!! :D I’d kinda suspected it to be him ever since the 1863rd round happened tbh so this feels great

I really enjoyed their fight, secretive plotter is insanely strong even with a time limit and was toying with joonghyuk, but joonghyuk never gave up and pulled out all his power to try and save dokja. in the end he was defeated but that was an amazing fight to see

sadly the group is without their beloved dokja again, not because he died this time but because he’s kidnapped 😔 man if it’s not one thing it’s something else, I feel so bad for them

and that is currently where I am! the most recent stuff I had read last night, just in time for me to see the webtoon adapt dkos death this morning. haha happy dkos death day 🎉🫡💥🎊🥲

I’m pondering a lot on the reveals in these chapters, some things still don’t feel fully answered to me so I’ll have more to say soon when I continue reading. VERY excited can’t wait to know more :D

#orv #orv spoilers #kade reads orv

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imjustabeanie · 7 months

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Matchups for @averagetoyakinnie

Your Hazbin hotel match is...Lucifer!

Hi hi hi! For your rematch I bet you thought of him didn’t you? Yeah after more thinking I believe you fit more with Lucifer. You’re quite energetic and dabbles in a lot of hobbies. You need someone who can keep up with you and either hype you up or calm you down. Lucifer is a nice fit for this.

Now this may sound as the to go to scenario but you two met at the hotel. Unless you provide another scenario I don’t have another one that won’t break your character….Due to your initial shy and distant character at first, Lucifer didn’t pay much mind. But when he saw other having fun with you and praising how nice you are he got curious. Perhaps even worried because most hell sinners have hidden intentions. But with time he realized that you had good intentions and is the funny dad friend everyone needs. Even him. He felt comfortable enough with you to let his guard down little by little. It was shown in how he always showed you his new inventions or got you your favorite snacks when you had a bad mood. Heck you two even had weekly gossip sessions lol. He realized his feelings when Charlie pointed out how much time you two spent together and how close you got. He had an oups moment and confessed during a weekly meeting you two had.

Lucifer is someone who adapts to his lover and does his best to make them happy. Even if it ends relatively bad like we saw with Lilith. He’s rather clumsy while talking at the start but will feel confident rather soon. He always hypes you up in your endeavors even if it involves rules breaking. Your weekly meetings turn into daily meetings where you two ramble about your day before going to sleep. He gives you good advices as he’s rather knowledgeable in many fields. Nights where you two go into deep discussions slowly become his favorites because he discovers a new side of you. He eventually opens up about his past but it takes him many years to acknowledge with you his own mistakes.

Your independence is rather nice because he tends to isolate and needs his me time. But he wants you to talk to him about your problems. The only time he’ll get angry at you is if you somehow get yourself in danger. He’ll get angry, deal with the problem and go to cool off. He’ll apologize for his behavior later and spoils you as an apology. He’ll try to make you laugh because he loves your laugh, it always puts him in a good mood. He once got you plushies every week, but once he knew you didn’t like plushies that much (totally not because he is jealous of the kisses they get) he stopped and instead got you art material and instruments. You get monthly ducks too. He has one that looks exactly like you and probably rehearsed some conversations with it lol.

Lucifer loves how attentive and caring you are, even to strangers. He lets you do what you want and even encourages you while he stands back to make sure they don’t have negative intentions towards you. Something he likes is how you never take anything for granted. It makes him feel appreciated because his love language is mainly acts of service and gift giving. It’ll take time for him to get used to physical affection but soon you’ll notice that he always holds your hand in public and refused to let you out of his embrace when sleeping. Speaking of domestic things, you two adopted 3 pets of your choice. He had to put a stop to it because you were gonna adopt all animals in hell and he’s already jealous of your three companions. When he was having a bad day and you took care of him, he believed he felt a new kind of love. He was so grateful for it. You can notice it because he became more vulnerable around you, even letting you touch his wings and horns.

Lucifer plays many instruments and would adore to play with you! He’d teach you many tricks and shortcuts (he’d rig the game cuz he’s the ref. Sorry not sorry). He also collects things and would be happy to feed your own collections. You can also find Lucifer at all your plays if you let him. He’s just proud of you okay? In general, you two are a couple that know how to have fun.

Your JJK match is....Geto!

Now Suguru is a complex character and it’s actually the first time I write for him so forgive me if I mess up lol. Suguru is someone with a black and white ideology. He despises non sorcerers but cares deeply for sorcerers. In the end he just wants to create a perfect world for his loved ones. Thus, I believe he is a very devoted lover who’d give it all for your happiness. Truly selfless love.

You and Geto were classmates. You two got along with your similar taste of music and you introduced him to video games. You were here for him during his darkest hours this is why he fell for you. How caring, attentionate, grateful and optimistic you are truly made him see you in a positive and loving light. He asked you out after you both came back from a dangerous mission. Life is too short to be indecisive.

Geto is a boyfriend that always has your back if he believes you are right. He’s always here to keep your feet to the ground and save you from making reckless decisions. Yeah he’s also a dad friend, perhaps even more of a dad friend than you are. He shares his inner thoughts with you but it’d take him time to share his darker thoughts. He just doesn’t want to drag you into the rabbit hole he fell into. He also tends to overthink and you noticed that. That’s why you two have a mandatory funny/goofy talk each day. You two share gossips, jokes, snacks and thoughts. It really helped in getting closer. He likes these moments a lot because it makes him feel at ease, forgetting all his other troubles. Communication is key in a relationship but for someone like him it’s gonna take a lot of time. He’s a ticking bomb. Your opiniated self helps him keep his head on his shoulders.

Geto is reluctant to break some rules to have adventures but can’t resist joining you lol. He’s always up for a fun time, often taking you to explore some abandoned places together and enjoy the view. He’s also very attentive and always gets you your favorite snacks to save your days. If you’re having a bad day he’ll pick you up, head home, roll you into a burrito and cuddle with you over a movie waiting for your take out to arrive. While you’re nice and want to help out everyone you meet, he is not. He only helps specific people and often made it known that most people you help don’t deserve it. This sparked some arguments between the two of you. While he doesn’t fully agree (sometimes he is jealous of these strangers) he now keeps his mouth shut. He still has a heart and sometimes help you out. After these debates he takes you out on a date to a concert, arcade, park or even some nice restaurants if he can reserve it. Geto can also cook rather well and often prepares bentos for both of you every day.

He finds your habbit of kissing your plushies rather cute and he teases you for it. He sometimes lay on them and demands attention. Geto also likes getting you trinkets when he’s on a solo mission. Especially if it’s something you collect. His love language is acts of service and quality time. He also enjoys physical touch and likes holding your hand or hugging you at home. He’d accept to get an animal but only one because of your schedules. And no, no amount of begging or puppy eyes will melt his heart on this matter. Sometimes your cat sides with him which makes him laugh. He really enjoys your interest for arts and likes taking you on museum dates or concerts so he can see you ramble about those topics you love so much. He doesn’t play an instrument in the manga but I headcanon him playing the guitar. Your house is always filled with music which makes him happy. Sometimes he just lays down and enjoys your music. He encourages your hobbies and even gifted you an expensive camera for your birthday! He’s into sports himself and likes playing with you.

Overall this relationship is one where he learns to progress and heal while giving the best of himself to you. It does get rocky when he starts to stray but I believe he’d do his best to stay clean because he found a new reason to figth.

Your obey me match is...Solomon!

The sly and funny sorcerer. This man is charismatic and flirty, he generally gets along with everyone (and more if affinity ahem-). I choose him because he’s versatile and caring if it makes sense.

How you met: Let’s follow the plot shall we? (date. Okay sorry I’ll stop). Solomon always has a comeback when you’re being sassy with him and just seems to know what people are thinking. He’d be the one to show you around and would encourage you to break the rules if it’s not too dangerous. Seems casual right? Yeah and it would’ve stayed that way if it wasn’t for…asmodeus! Come on, in the house of lamentation both of you would easily get along. He’d be the type to drag his two favorite humans along to his shenaningans (idk how it’s pronounced). The trouble trio lol. It would prompt you and Solomon to spend more time together and get to know each other. He is into anime/manga and gaming as we saw with Levi. The fact that you’re also dad friend but also fun and entertaining would put him more at ease with you because he doesn’t have to pick up slacks or worry about you getting in serious trouble lol. I think you’d be the one to fall first. Or that asmodeus would notice the tension between both of you and will try to pair both of you together until he succeeds. Now I also thought that it could start as a FWB type of thing if you feel up to it. Because Solomon has these kind of friendships and it’s highly possible that Asmodeus would propose it

In a relationship: Something nice with you and Solomon is that you have a lot in common and he’s also a very curious individual in general so this definitely won’t be a problem as I can see you two enjoying the same hobbies and having fun. He’s a tease so when you give him words of affirmation you can expect him to act all flirty as a thank you, or very soft in rare moments lol. He’s an intellectual and can definitely keep up with all your conversations. He’s also the type who knows when in a bad mood and somehow manage to lift if up. You act feminine? So what? He’s gonna enjoy it with you he doesn’t care. I mean….he is good friend with asmodeus. He likes it. He’s also gossipy lol (you see these videos with a partner coming home and saying I got the tea? Yeah it’s the two of you). You two acted like an old married couple rather quickly lol. Solomon love language seems to be more in acts of service to be honest. But if he notices that you prefer words of affirmation he will switch to it. I can also see him bringing you a small gift each time he goes out. The biggest problems in the relationship is, as you guessed it, his immortality and ability to open up that are linked. It will always be here unfortunately unless he manages to break the curse or you somehow get cursed which he might be against because it’s not something you’d appreciate (personally I don’t mind but I can understand why some would). Also, I see him as someone who would take time to become exclusive. As we saw in obey me, most of the cast doesn’t mind the mc having multiple lovers so yeah it could be an issue.

Your JJBA match is...Ceasar!

*proceed to throw a big cross at the post. Sorry not sorry lol*

Yeah a Zepelli. Considering who the second options were, you shouldn’t be surprised that you got the casanova lol. Ceasar is a big romantic and also a loyal friend. He’s determined, brave and willing to sacrifice himself for his goals.

How you met: Okay let me cook. I see both of you being childhood friends. Perhaps you grew up and joined him in his adventure to learn Hamon or you two met again years later when he was back (I had an idea that you were a model and he saw you in a magazine and that’s how he knew where you were but don’t know if you’d accept it lol. In short he saw the magazine when he came back and looked for you again). You two had lots of adventures together and often flirted with each other. It’s not uncommon to find you both enjoying yourselves and talking loudly without a care in the world. He definitely broke more rules after you met again. He always protects you in fights and you patch him up in exchange lol. If anyone were to insult you or your style they can expect one hell of a beating. I think he’d ask you out after a dangerous mission where he saw how scared he was of losing you.

In a relationship: Not much would change, he’d just be more romantic just as you like it because his love language is words of affirmation and gift giving. It’s giving la boheme vibes. He might not be able to keep up with you if you get into deep conversations but he will validate you and ask about it. He’s curious to know how you think and eager to make you happy. You two being so sarcastic and able to finish each other insults would be soooo funny. I can see him enjoying music with you and taking you to fairs to dance together. He might not be much into mystery or board games but he is competitive enough to participate and enjoy his time with you. Ohhh imagine you both laying under the stars and he makes you a flower crown. Personal headcanon, he doesn’t handle spicy food. Now for the bad parts here…he is too goal oriented and also won’t hesitate to leave you behind if it’s to protect you or accomplish his goal. Just as we saw with joseph unfortunately….better be able to calm him down from his reckless behavior.

Your Tokyo Revengers match is...Mitsuya!

He’s more stable than Kakucho. That’s literally the only reason lol.

How you met: Since you wanted future setup we’re gonna follow that. And thankfully, mitsuya usually shares the same future. You were his model, his first official model if you know what I meant. He always called you when he had your style in mind or an outfit that could fit you. Heck I can even see both of you having photoshoots together because he works with you a lot and you get along with his little sisters (he started working young so it’s to be expected that you met them before). As much as he tried to keep it professional, it’s difficult to do so with someone you see that often so you two are bound to talk and befriend each other. He always makes sure your favorite beverages are present and when he receives invitations to events like dinner he found himself thinking about you and eventually kept inviting you. He appreciates your sarcasm and independence when working with you because he knows you mean well and you’re honest too! This basically went from work to lovers in the span of many years. After perhaps many relationships you two found comfort in each other’s and it just clicked. He was always embarrassed if you started acting flirty with him but in the end he reciprocated and you asked him out.

In a relationship: He tries to keep it private so the paparazzi would leave you alone. He’s more open with you and often surprised you with dates at homes as well as flowers every week. If you get along with kids and like them (contrary to me), it won’t be unusual to find you playing with his sisters some board games and he’d join you. I think he low key sucks in video games. He will try for you but still…You two would definitely bond over art. You’re like his muse after all. He’d encourage you to draw and do music and in the future I can definitely see him dedicating a room for your hobbies. He’s more of an introvert so when you’re overactive he sometimes struggle to keep up, thankfully you’re willing to help him out lol. You’d definitely be the reason why he goes out more. Both of you being the therapist friends would make for a healthy relationship because you both have no issues sharing your problems. Be prepared to be surprised if you didn’t know he was in a gang. His friends will definitely be very curious about it. I can’t see much issues because he is such a green flag….

Your helluva boss match is....Stolas!

You two met at a party where he was bored out of his mind. He engaged in little talks and when he saw you two got along and you weren’t double faced he invited you to meet up for other little talks. He finds you to be easy to talk to and get along with. He is a young soul at heart and would gladly rebel with you lol. Stolas loves that you’re very independent because he is often busy with his princely duties. He is someone who would enjoy debating with you and just sharing his deepest thoughts. He is nice (when he wants) and also protective of you, if he felt like anyone was trying to take advantage of you they’re gonna pay dearly. He is also overactive! INVITE HIM TO ESCAPE GAMES OR ANY MYSTERY GAMES! He would love it! Stolas is a sweet lover who has a lot of flaws but would give it all up for happiness. His only problems in the relationship is his wife and trust issues lol. I can see both of you either getting in trouble together or him getting in trouble and you taking care of this drama queen. His love language is definitely gifts, affection and words.

Your genshin match is...Ayato!

You were a friend of Thoma that he got to know and enjoyed. You two went to many festivals together and he became interested in you. Your relationship is quite secret because he wants to avoid drama on both sides and make you comfortable (but everyone can see that he is softer with you). Ayato is mischievous and would sometimes engage in breaking rules with you (to the disbelief of both thoma and ayaka. What did you do lol). At least Thoma knows you have ayato best interest in mind and would never let him get hurt. Ayato is very busy, so he treasures every moment spent with you and plan as many dates as he can into his schedule. He often sends you gifts to apologize if he is too busy. You two are the biggest boba tea lovers, if you’re into that I can imagine both of you trying to make boba tea. He loves that you’re independent, confident and straightforward. He also engages in all your talks with his own teasing remarks or, if it’s a deep conversation, his inner thoughts. While you are openly sarcastic, he makes backhanded comments, what a dangerous duo. He doesn’t care that you act feminine at all. And if he can, he would love to match outfits with you or even lets you dress him up. He will always defend dogs unfortunately…He loves playing chess with you and I believe he has a personal art collection that you can observe (he’d even gift you some pieces later on). Overall, ayato is a nice and calm lover. His busy schedule and teasing remarks can be too much for some people (try to flirt with him and you’ll end up as red as a tomato) but he tries his best to make up for it

Your HSR match is...Ruan Mei!

Now I know you weren’t expecting her but I think both of you would fit well together. She is reserved, smart and spends a lot of time in her lab. Please teach her how to socialize lol (it’s what happened at first. It started like the MC but she liked you more and spent more time with you). She is an emotionally aloof and distant girlfriend because I think she doesn’t know how to act in those situations. Ruan Mei would happily ramble about her ideas and experiments to you while sharing her troubles and guilt over what she is doing. She loves that you’re interested in music and the arts! She finds them to be relaxing to look at so she often invites you to come with her and discuss them. She sometimes isolate when she is working and hope you don’t mind that. Lmao the duo of the scientist at work and her lover barging in all angry because she is not taking care of herself. You’re a rule breaker? Good. Cuz she is messing with life here. Your flirty nature surprises her and makes her all shy lol. She loves spending time with you watching movies and anime (im sure she loves all mystery related things). I think she is very good at board games even though she doesn’t plan them often….If one of her creations looked like you, she would keep it lol. In general Ruan Mei would learn how to be in a relationship with you, she can be distant and aloof without meaning it so just go and bring her back down to earth with us.

Your black butler match is....William!

Poor forgotten William…how dare you do him wrong like that sniff sniff. I admit that the most difficult part of William…Is just befriending this man. Cuz once he befriends you, it’s easier for him to fall in love and ask you out. He is a very traditional boyfriend who would prepare a whole dinner date (perhaps he cooked) and invite you before asking you out at the end of it. In a relationship, there is a mandatory tea break with you that he would never miss. He has to bitch about his work to someone and if you have any issues he would be glad to take care of it. He may enjoy a calm environment but he will do his best to keep up with all your energy (give this old man a break). But he’d ask you on his worst days if he can just…lay down in your arms and enjoy your presence (aaawwwww). You being the dad friend is good for him. He is also the dad friend so having someone like that near him who will also take care of him would help him out greatly. With you around, he would start enjoying life more and would become less of a workaholic. He loves going to museums and concerts/opera with you. He tries to get tickets at least twice a week for these kind of events. His love language is mostly spending time together and helping you out. He may be rather brutally honest but he is softer with you. If you pester him enough, you can get a cat. Board games that rely on intelligence would be something he enjoys doing. You’re definitely the only one who can make him blush, he fails often lol. He always makes it a point to have your favorite beverage nearby. Beware of Grelle, she might try to murder you in the start. He is not feminine but would respect your style.

Your twst match is...Trey!

He’s the therapist’s therapist, the dad of the dad. And yet he finds it in himself to be mischievous. Trey would ask you out on valentine day or with a special cake just for you. I believe you two were classmates and he asked you out at the end of the third or second year. Trey likes that you’re responsible, independent but still a rule breaker lol. At least you know how to have fun. Both of you would definitely cook together, he would even show you some family secret! Trey is understanding and can handle all your moods (he handled riddle after all) and he always seems to know how to make you feel better. I headcanon that he knows a lot of tea due to Cater and Rook…these two are very gossipy. He is not very good at games but would try. If you think he is not competitive….think again because he knows how to have fun and enjoys friendly debates. He likes it when you introduce him to new musics and forms of art (he would try to plan these dates when you two can). In general, Trey is a loving and calm boyfriend that can still keep you on your toes. He knows how to have fun while keeping the both of you safe. And he is curious, just like you which keeps the relationship lively.

#matchups #match ups #hazbin hotel #genshin impact #twisted wonderland #jujutsu kaisen #honkai star rail #jjba #obey me #tokyo revengers #helluva boss #kuroshitsuji #black butler

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cdyssey · 11 months

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The Fall of the House of Usher (1.01 Reactions)

Starting this show because everything I’ve seen about Tamerlane Usher specifically convinced me that there was a new overworked cringefail girlflop out there for me to adopt like a feral, little kitten.

“If pain and suffering were like the kiss of Jesus, then he kissed the loving fuck out of my mother.” AKWJEJEJW

OH, the actor who plays teen Madeline was young Shirley in HOHH.

These poor kids are burying their mother in a wooden box. 😭 Also, Bruce Greenwood’s voice is so stately and complicated, churching and churning like gravel. His voiceover as he recites “For Annie” is perfect.

Lol, it’s not a Poe story if someone wasn’t buried alive.

The shadow of Eliza moving in the background behind Dupin aughdnehshs. The way the dialogue makes you pay attention to what’s behind him so you can’t miss that ghost.

“That day was the last day we were all in the same place.”

And then the text flashing two weeks later is effective too. Six people dead within two weeks.

I’m sorry. I can’t take madeline’s bangs seriously. QKQKWMDNWN what. why

obsessed with how hot all of the usher children are. I’m sure they’re all human cesspools and everything, but they’re sure serving cunt in the courtroom

really appreciate the gravitas carl lumbly is bringing to auggie—whether it’s his righteous rage in the trial or his various reactions to Roderick in the living room. In the latter especially, he gets to embody so many complicated emotions: his disgust at roderick, his horror at what happened to the usher family, his reluctant curiosity as roderick goes on and on…

“I don’t think it can be true. If it is true, it’s Perry.” AQokqqkoqsk. Henry Thomas is wonderful.

Oh, god yeah. Tamerlane Usher is gonna do it for me. Love when women are ambitious and horrible and definitely have intergenerational trauma that they repress under a paper thin veneer of being put together: “I don’t give a shit about the world. I care about what my dad thinks.”

“Fuck Blippi.”

T’Nia Miller. Audhehwngnrnwjjwjejw.

“We just have to keep it away from Perry or it’ll end up in some co-ed’s drink.” ALL of the siblings have bagged on Perry so far. This line is so eurgh, though. Says a lot about who Perry is before we meet him in earnest.

Usher being so casually queer is wonderful.

the sibling introductions are doing a nice job of shading their definitely fatal flaws, lol.

PLUTO!! love a good black cat

“Hannity knows which side his dick is buttered on. He’ll be friendly.” GOD WKWNENSNSKN

“I want you to start with Perry obviously, but I don’t think he’s clever enough to keep it off TikTok.” AAfjwkwoama

Kate Siegel can murder me. Love the white hair.

The difference between present day Madeline and Roderick and their teenage counterparts is stark. They were jaded, yes, but they weren’t cold and callous, neglectful and disdaining.

“Freddie, marrying this woman might be the one thing you didn’t fuck up.” MAN WOQMWNWNDJJSNSSKA

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Freddie.”

Love the whole toxic family being together. <3

“Neutralized. Like dead.” WLQLQLQLQKDJNDNS. GOD

“I’ll have to sue the bloody puddle of gore in the designer shoes.” slay

“To the rest of you, happy hunting.” Fascinating and horrifying. The way the Ushers are so insular—they’re expected to defend the family, the company, with their lives, but Roderick also sees no problem with turning them against each other. Before they’re ever killed, they’re already cannibalizing themselves.

Roderick claims responsibility for all of the children’s deaths.

Carla Gugino is so hot aufhwikqlwkwkakwkw.

good on usher for playing with the incestuous vibes of the original story with Maddie and Rod. Fun and fucked up.

Madeline wearing sunglasses to the funeral is soooo Alqkqkwsmakma.

OH THE GHOSTS OF ALL SIX. SO FUCKED UP. AUOUGHDNDJS. AND THE LINE BEINg, “… the sweeping precipitancy of a fall from such a height.” YEAH

Lenore reaching out to place a hand on Roderick. 😭 also, bruce is so good in this. His agony as he looks upon all those condemning bodies and wounds is chilling

THAT FUCKING JESTER JUMPSCARE WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK. GOD

yeah okay. I’m into this show QKQMQKQKKSN

#the fall of the house of usher #the fall of the house of usher spoilers #maggie blogs #s: tfothou

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Hear me out.. little head cannon on McQueens childhood.

His parents are dead. He was 3.

He was suppose to be taken in by a relative, but they weren’t very good so he was put up for adoption. After getting adopted, a year later after being put into the system, he lived on a farm with them till he was about 8 with an adoptive older brother who was 4 years older. He basically copied him and learned everything from him. That’s how he got into Moto-Cross and learned to love it. At school, he hung with his older brother’s friends and the little shit never remembered any of their names and gave them nicknames like an idiot because none of his friends liked him very much because he was too hyper.

McQueen is an Aussie. He just lost the accent because his adoptive family moved to America because they sold drugs and was apart of this while crime thing and tried to get away so they wouldn’t get caught when he was 8 before he was permanently stuck in America since his adoptive Dad was American.

People found out about the illegal crap and he was taken from them and put into the system. He was put into foster home after foster home, moving every month or two because no one wanted to deal with him. He never listened, always got hurt, was way too hyper for them and never wanted to do anything that didn’t sound fun. He’d run off to who knows where and come back with a bloody knee and ten bruises and he’d forget how it even happened.

Hes clumsy. Hurts himself all the time at home. Always gets questioned if he was getting abused by some people at school or bullied and he’d just shrug and say he woke up with them. Like, he would wake up with a bruise the size of his fist and sit there rethinking what happened the day before and still find nothing on how he got it.

He did home schooling and finished early because I said so. When you’re moving around that much, you ain’t going to a new school all the time. He went into college at 14 and hated it because he wasn’t he was a lot younger than everyone and wasn’t the social type, then found a girlfriend that went to a school nearby and then she found out he went to college and thought he was an older guy and some perv so he lost her, ‘cause we already know his ego on the first movie was because some girl dumped him in college. He eventually dropped out.

He lied about his age to start racing. He was 15 and lied on everything just to start racing, to get away. He didn’t have friends and no family. Wasn’t till after the 2006 Piston Cup did anyone realise he wasn’t a 19 year old who just looked younger and was 15. Got suspended for a year, but continued to train at Radiator Springs.

When he was 18, he decided to move out of radiator into more of the bush side. He loved adventures as a kid and the wetlands and rain forests because it reminded him of home, so he got a home built just a bit out of town from Radiator Springs.

He was a total Marvel fan as a kid and had so many comics and was so happy when they finally started making actual movies. His favourite characters are Peter and Bucky, while his all time hero is forever gonna be Iron Man.

Totally has a shelf full of dinosaur LEGOs and will brag about them and talk nonstop about dinosaurs. His favourite franchise will forever be JP/JW even though he knows it isn’t accurate and even did a speech about dinosaurs when he was 7 at school. His friends think he’s autistic.

He’s bisexual, but not part of the lgbtq+ community because he just thinks there’s no need and just lives his life. It’s who he is and doesn’t think it’s needed. He doesn’t talk about it though and most people are quite shocked when he says he is when it’s brought up.

He sees Doc as the father he lost so many times bin life and was devastated when he lost him. He didn’t come out of his room for weeks.

He absolutely goes insane when things aren’t perfect and acts like he has OCD when keeping things clean and tidy, but the second it gets messed up by someone, he gives up and won’t clean up or fix it for a week because he’s too tired. He likes to organise things and schedule, but gets forgetful.

Totally bleached his hair blonde for a new identity when he started racing, until he used Docs colours in 2017, did he decide to take it out. He’s a natural brunette and people joke that he and Charles Leclerc are the same person.

Taught himself how to cook and is good at it, but messed up often because he’s forgetful and some times gets distracted. Always when hes alone that he nails it perfectly. It was the living by himself and having to eat take out all the time that he decided to learn to cook. He already knew how to make a few meals from his adopted family as a kid, but that was years ago and he couldn’t remember shit.

Listens to Lady Gaga, Lana Del Ray, Cold Play and Pitbull all the time, in the car, playing video games, training, ect. He’s memorised so many tracks he trains on that he won’t even pay attention while on them and just listen to music. He only wears headphones since he finds earbuds uncomfortable and annoying, refuses to get any.

He plays video games in his free time, specifically horror games, specifically phasmophobia. He’s that one friend in the duo who constantly play horror games who will say the demon is hot or try to kiss it because he’s a weirdo.

Once, McQueen got a cone stuck on his head and just walked around the stadium looking for Doc to help get it off. He gave up at one point and just sat around with it on his head till Doc found him.

Has such a random playlist on Spotify where he’ll be listening to Custer and suddenly the song changes to Bon Appetite.

He just has a random cardboard cut out of Sebastian Stan that he didn’t even realise was Sebastian Stan till after he stole as a joke from a random premier he accidentally snuck into and so now Sebastian Stan just lives in his room.

Got chased by a chicken once for waving around a chicken leg he had from a roast chicken and nearly lost an eye.

#lightning mcqueen #cars fandom #cars movie #pixar cars #headcanon

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Again - Part 4

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 5 | Full list of Again series links inc AO3 Link

Steddie fic where Steve and Eddie are in their mid 30's and everyone has sort of drifted apart

Taglist: @adaed5 @grtwdsmwhr @swimmingbirdrunningrock

Thank you to @callme-keys for all their help with this 💚💚💚

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Two weeks later, Steve is pulling up to the library again. However, this time his and Zee’s (the new name change Mackenzie has adopted) emotions are totally reversed. It's Steve, who is nervous and in need of reassurance, and Zee, who is excited by the prospect of something new. Entering the same room as last week, it looks mostly the same, with three long tables with five seats around each one and a suitable amount of space between them. Steve’s eyes scan around the room. They were the first ones here. Some polo-shirted kids from last week are the only people wandering around.

“Ok then, Dad, see you later.” Zee smiles up at Steve and looks over to the door again.

Steve looks at her, surprised, “You, er, you want us to leave? You don't want me to stay like last time?” he folds his arms, desperately using them to cage in his disappointment.

“Well, like you said. Eddie will be here. I’ll be fine.” She tilts her head and gives him a warm smile, “Besides, what are you gonna do here for the next few hours?”

“Yeah, Harrington. Whatever will you do for the next few hours whilst your daughter embarks upon an adventure of the most incredibly dangerous proportions?” A voice rumbles playfully from behind him. Steve turns a little to open up their circle of conversation to him. He doesn't think he’s been this relieved to see Eddie since they found him at Skull Rock all those years ago, and it must show because Eddie scans his face offering the sweetest smile in return. For a few seconds, time sort of pauses, and something shifts within him. He opens his mouth to say something but closes it again because the sounds have got lost somewhere.

"Well", Eddie springs from living statue into action as he grabs for the backpack behind him, "I thought maybe you could help me out. Can the great King Harrington wield a paintbrush?"

Eddie pushes the backpack towards Steve and gestures with his head to the bookshelves behind him, "I set us up a table out of the way. You know, so we don't cramp their style."

“King Harrington?” Zee laughs at the impossibility of Steve ever being anything more than a massive dork of a Dad.

Steve can see that face of mischief bloom on Eddie. His wide eyes dart to the side at Zee, the excitable smile tensing on his face, and his cheeks suck in a little. Steve’s memory throws him back in time, standing next to Eddie, draped in his vest. He was the centre of attention, being the answer to everyone’s prayers in Max’s Trailer before they were about to steal someone’s vehicle and home. The face was exactly the same, just a few more creases here and there, and Steve couldn't help but feel how privileged he was getting to see Eddie’s wrinkles, something, at one point, no one thought would happen.

“You don’t know about the great King of Hawkins High?” Eddie rubs his hands together and giggles, and Steve knows he should absolutely put a stop to this, but then the penny that Eddie’s suggestion was embossed in drops, and Steve finally realises.

"Wait…what? You aren't running the game?...you won't be in the game?" Steve blinks rapidly at Eddie

"Just take the bag, Steve", Eddie laughs gently, nudging him with the bag again. Steve looks between Eddie and Zee before, unwillingly, his body walks through the shelves to a smaller table. Steve selects a chair that means he isn't directly looking at the game table Zee has sat at, but if he cranes his neck, he can see her clearly. He tests it out and sees her sit at the table with her book and binder. She was chatting with some of the boys around the table, but most importantly, she was wearing that big smile. That might be Steve’s favourite thing he shares with his daughter. It's much easier to read a smile when it's your own. The shape of her eyes, nose and face were all her Mom. But that smile, eye colour and hair were all like his.

He leans back in his chair, takes his cell phone out of his pocket, checks the battery level, and puts it on the table where he can see it. His fingers tap on the table a few times, and then he quickly reaches for his phone again and straightens it a little before folding his arms for a few seconds only to unfold them again. He puts the bag Eddie gave him on the table. It's got some weight to it. Steve wonders what kind of paints they’d be, oil, watercolour, maybe even acrylics. Was it even safe to have paint in a library? When would something as simple as potential destruction stop Eddie from doing anything? What would they even paint? Maybe there were some photography books around here? Steve looks around at the bookshelf behind him. FICTION, well, so much for that idea. His eyes get drawn to a lower row with brightly coloured spines, and he picks one up. A Firey Baptism, the protective cover of the book, has a white piece of card where the cover should be, making Steve frown at the book. Do they keep damaged books here? Weird. Steve opens the book at random and starts reading. He’s a few paragraphs in when it suddenly dawns on him that the reason this book had something covering the front was that it was one of those romance novels, a spicy one.

“Getting some pages in, Harrington”, Eddie's voice rings out. In alarm and embarrassment, Steve throws the book in the air behind him, and it softly bumps to the floor on the other side of the bookshelf. Steve is glad that some poor soul hadn't been standing there when he threw it.

“Really, Eddie?” Steve says in disbelief, but primarily to hide his blushes. “You sat us in the Erotic fiction section?”. Steve licks his lips, then presses them together in annoyance and takes a frustrated deep breath at Eddie, who only offers an impish smile in return.

“Now, Steve, all I did was choose a table where you could keep an eye on your kid. Also, I thought this was the Romance section. You just got lucky with your pick. I guess” He chuckles and sits in the seat next to Steve, who, despite his years, is blushing. “Also, keep your voice down. A library is a hallowed place of learning, Harrington, the kids might hear. Speaking of kids, where is the little chatterbox?”

“Oh, Corey? He’s at a birthday party, so it's just Zee and me today,” Steve says, straightening his phone again and craning his neck again to check the game table. The mistimed movement makes him bump into Eddie’s side, who is out of his chair leaning across the table, taking other smaller containers out of the backpack. The accidental collision causes the air between them to fill with a waft of whatever Eddie has on today. Steve thinks it might be a body spray of some kind, and for a second there, it is quite a head rush. Steve’s eyes can’t help but move over Eddie whilst he has a chance. Eddie is still very lean for the most part, but he’s more toned now, not just sinewy. He is the same height as Steve, but Eddie has always seemed smaller than him in the past. His eyes move up to his side profile. The longest part of the front of his hair grazed his jawline, but from this angle, the back had a bit more length. The swirling tendrils spilt down the nape of his neck and rested on his collar. The bangs were gone. In their place, a curl-packed side parting, the waves that used to travel down to the ends of his hair were more like curls, and the volume had increased somehow. How could someone have less hair but have more? It made no sense. Steve’s hand instinctively runs through the side of his hair where he’d found his first grey hair a month ago, and he looks down at the little bulge of softness developing where his defined abs used to be.

“You ok, Harrington?” He finally hears Eddie say and turns to him with a few blinks as he arrives back into the real world and out of his thoughts. Eddie looks over his face, smiles, and nods his head downwards, “I’m guessing you didn't hear anything I just said?”

“No, Sorry”, Steve stops himself from saying, That happens sometimes. This was only the second time he’d seen Eddie in forever, and though he wasn't strictly speaking a stranger, he kind of was.

“Hey, no worries. I do tend to talk a lot. It would be inhuman if you managed to take all of that in” Eddie laughs at his self-deprecation, “Anyway, I was saying that the activity I planned might look a little weird now without Corey with us.”

Steve pulls a confused face at Eddie, who tucks his bottom lip into his mouth for a moment, before quickly picking something up from the table in front of them.

It's a character figure, no taller than Steve's thumb, he looks at Eddie for assistance, and then his eyes catch the small army of them lying in boxes in what looks like foam packaging. Steve gets out of his seat a little to inspect further. Each figure has its own little cutout space in a chunk of foam that it fits into precisely, another thinner piece laid horizontally across them like they've been tucked into bed. Each one has two names and a date stuck to it. Steve lets out a little laugh. Incredibly, a man who lived in chaos, listened to music that sounded like chaos and was usually the centre of generating chaos had something as organised and careful as this in his possession.

"Why do you have so many? Are you, um…is it an army…like a war game thing? I've seen them in hobby and gaming shops sometimes." Steve knows he could have just asked Eddie why there were so many, but part of him wanted to show he wasn't totally ignorant of these kinds of interests.

"You-...ah…you know about, like, wargames?" Eddie stumbles over his words a little, blinks at Steve and swallows.

"Know is a bit of a stretch. I've just read the boxes, honestly. So is that what we're painting? Eddie Munson's army?" Steve's own brand of teasing smirk spreads across his face, and he fires it directly at Eddie.

The dimples puncture Eddie's subtlely stubbled cheeks, and he casts his eyes down to the figure in his hand and says softly, "Well, yes and no. It's not for a game like that, but they will be used in combat." He nods his head towards the main tables in the room.

Steve's eyes cast over the many boxes, and he wonders how many monsters there are in this game, but then his eyes look more closely at the character in Eddie's hand. Something about the pose of the thing shouts hero into Steve's mind.

"Wait, these aren't all the kids' characters?" Steve says, almost with a huff of disbelief.

Eddie shifts awkwardly in his chair and looks back to the character, "So, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind helping me with the base coats? I already primed them all…." And Eddie continues to talk. His hands gestured at little pots around the table. The base of the mini figure is still held between his thumb and forefinger as he does. Steve is trying to listen, truly, but his brain just puts a soft filter lens over the scene and cuts the sound for some gentle instrumental piano music. Steve feels himself involuntarily lean onto the table and rests his cheek on his fist. Where did they make him? Why was he so fucking sweet? After everything he'd been through his whole life, he took the time to make sure all the kids had a figure of their hero. He was crazy. He must be. Who does this? He probably did this for his own kids and decided to do it for the others too. Jesus fucking Christ, Eddie with kids. Steve had caught a glimpse of it in a few of his interactions with kids here and his own, and he remembers Dustin telling him how tough High school was, and Eddie had been the one person to be nice to him and Mike. He looks at Eddie's left hand; the only one of his fingers without a ring is the one where a wedding band should be. Steve sits up and looks at his own hands, devoid of any jewellery.

Sound and vision wash back into Steve's mind. "Sorry, I'm talking too much again, right? Probably boring you to death. Er…anyway, here are some paintbrushes for you." Eddie hands steve a set of 3 of the thinnest paintbrushes he’s ever seen and then proceeds to press a cup with a suction cup on the bottom onto the table, filling it with water from an Evian bottle. “Only the best for us today, Steve”, Eddie remarks, putting the bottle away.

Steve laughs, causing a big smile to spread across Eddie’s face, “I’m guessing this proves my suspicion that painting in a library isn’t allowed?”

Eddie tries to look as innocent as possible, trying to hold back the full intensity of his smile, “I can’t imagine what you could possibly mean!”

“Ah, the fact that you could have just got some tap water from the bathroom, but that would mean walking past one of the librarians with a cup of water? Maybe that's what I mean.” Steve laughs, “Do you just see a list of do-nots and mentally make them a to-do list, Eddie?”

Eddie's face looks a little smug, “Depends who’s on the list, I guess.”

Steve is not ready for that one and immediately straightens his paintbrushes to line up neatly next to one another.

"Shit, sorry man. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I gotta dumb sense of humour sometimes, you know?" He makes all the right moves and sounds of a nose laugh, but Steve can detect the genuine concern behind it.

"I'm not uncomfortable", Steve lies with a well-practised, everything-is-just-dandy smile for Eddie, but by the time he’s turned his way, Eddie is already scanning him with those big brown lie detectors he calls his eyes.

Eddie's brow furrows a little, and he gives a half smile, "Yeah. Course not", and reaches for one of the foam squares out of the tub. He takes the figure out and places it on the table, revealing a piece of paper with a sketch of the character that indicates what colours should go where, "So, um, I've planned each one, and all of the paints are numbered, sometimes the names are a little weird, and I thought that might be a level of geek too far for you, maybe."

"Yeah, I think that ship sailed quite a number of years ago. I'm not gunning for your King of The Nerds crown, but I am versed in the basics of Geek, by osmosis or something," Steve says fondly. He only learned all these phrases because of his kids. Steve cranes his neck to look over at the game. He can see Zee staring intently at someone at the head of the table, her pencil scribbling away on her pad before her eyebrows raise in surprise, and he can see her consulting the other players on something. Steve shifts his seat a little to see who is at the head of the table. He sees the familiar cardboard screen that he saw when her old group played at their house. Looming over this one is a sleeveless shirt wearing Morgan. He seems to be a lot more articulate now. Talking animatedly with his hands, virtually climbing onto the table, and dramatic expressions on his face, he's creating a world where the players around the table hang on his every word. Something about his energy is familiar…Fuck, is he Eddie's kid??! Now Steve feels like a real asshole. He didn't look like him at all, but the mannerisms were there. Donating genes doesn't make you someone's Dad, though. Steve knew that only too well.

#steddie #steddie fan fiction #eddie munson x steve harrington #steddie fan fic #steddiefanfiction #steddiefanfic #madaboutmunson #madaboutmunsonagain #eddie munson #steve harrington

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bluejaysandblackbats · 8 months

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silence of your song

Fandom: DC Comics, Flashfam, Flash Rogues

Summary: Malcolm Thawne takes in Thad after weeks of being stalked by him. (Post-Mercury Falling)

Chapters: 2/?

Characters: Malcolm Thawne, Thaddeus Thawne, Bart Allen, Barry Allen

Additional Tags: Found Family, Dysfunctional, Reluctant Family, Redemption, Malcolm Thawne Wants a Family, Thaddeus Thawne and Malcolm Thawne Parallels, Canon Divergent AU, Retired Malcolm Thawne, Protective Malcolm Thawne, POV Malcolm Thawne, Childhood Memories, Malcolm Thawne Becomes Thaddeus Thawne's Dad, Adoption

Chapter Two: I'm Just an Old Chunk of Coal (But I'm Gonna Be a Diamond Someday)

After he got all our paperwork in order, I took a chunk of my emergency cash to take him to the mall. It was like pulling teeth. He didn’t want to spend my money, and I had to force him to get clothes and shoes. “Thad, please. You’d make this one hundred times easier if you’d tell me what you like,” I whispered. Thad shrugged. “Please. Aren’t you hungry?”

“That’s why we haven’t eaten yet?” Thad asked. I nodded.

“I’ll feed you whatever you want once you get some school clothes,” I explained.

Thad sighed and walked through the store, pulling items from the racks and counters. At the first store, he found a pair of overalls, two pairs of pants, and a handful of t-shirts on sale. We went to two or three stores before I got him something to eat. We got chicken sandwiches and french fries. I watched Thad swing his feet while sipping soda in the outdoor dining area. Without thinking, I messed up his hair. “Want another soda?” I asked. He blinked hard.

“No, thank you,” Thad whispered. As he fixed his hair, I thought he should change clothes.

“Hey, after we eat, I want you to change into some of your new clothes. Then, we can go and get you signed up at Hoover,” I explained. He nodded. “Are you still hungry?”

“No, thank you… Malcolm—. Dad,” Thad whispered. I could hear his disdain for me in his voice.

I wanted him to like me more than anything. We were fundamentally the same, so I saw no point in hating each other. I liked him despite his feelings for me because it felt like he was mine. Thad was what I needed most. He was my family.

We arrived at the high school at noon, and I sat at the table with the principal and counselor while Thad looked through the course catalog. I leaned over to look at the catalog with him and scratched my head. “Er… Uh—. What’s that? What’s HSBP?” I asked.

“Health Science and Biomedical Program. It’s open to students in advanced science placements who want a future in the medical field,” the principal answered. I nodded.

“Hey, Thad… What do you think about that, Sport?” I questioned. I reached for him, and he flinched away. “Sorry, I forgot.”

The counselor squinted at me. “Oh no, it’s nothing serious—.”

“I don’t like to be touched while I’m reading… I love my father very much,” Thad explained without looking up from the catalog. “And mhm… I think that’d be interesting. They didn’t have that program at my old school.”

He filled out the class sign-up sheet while I finished signing his enrollment forms. “Dad? What time do you have to be at work?” Thad asked.

“Eight,” I replied.

“If I took zero period, it’d give you enough time to drop me off before you go to work,” Thad replied, “Or I could take the bus—.”

“I don’t want you at the bus stop that early by yourself. I’ll take you,” I whispered.

“I can walk—.”

“I know you can, but it’s not safe for a kid your age to be outside walking before the sun’s out… And you don’t know anybody here,” I interrupted. Thad nodded. “And yeah, you can sign up for zero if that’s what you want to do.”

Thad finished his course sheet and gave it to me to sign. The counselor asked to speak to me in his office while the principal talked to Thad. “I noticed a few things, and I wanted to speak to you about Thad’s behavior—.”

“Oh, he’s not—. He’s not a troublemaker… And if you’re talking about our moment earlier, Thad’s a weird little guy. All geniuses are a little strange. I think it’s endearing that he’s got something different going on in his head,” I replied.

“Have you ever considered having him screened for—?”

I turned to see if Thad was okay by himself, and I scratched my head. “Okay… Um, sorry. So, do you think that he’s a little different? Like people aren’t gonna understand him?” I questioned. She cocked her head and chewed her lip.

“No… I um—. It isn’t about how other people feel. It’s about how Thad feels about himself and navigates his life,” she replied as she wrote the word on a notecard and the diagnosis steps.

“Okay, I’ll look into that as soon as I get some food in him,” I replied as I stared at the card. “They’re not gonna make him feel bad about himself, are they? He doesn’t need that. He’s got this horrible notion that everybody hates him. I don’t want him to feel that way. I’m working with him on his—. I’m new at this. I just—. I found out about him recently, and I like him. To me, he’s spectacular. Every parent thinks their kid is the most interesting alive, but I know Thad’s not like anyone I’ve ever known. He came around at the right time. I’ve never been happier, but I don’t—. I don’t think he likes me.”

She smiled. “It sounds like you’ve adjusted quickly to Thad,” she whispered.

The principal brought Thad to me, and we bought his P.E. uniform before heading home. I started humming a song. “What’s that?” Thad questioned.

“It’s a John Anderson song… I’ve got his CD at home if you wanna hear it. It’s um—. Nobody liked me as a kid, so I was always down on myself. Then, I listened to this song a year ago and figured I could become the kind of person I’d like to be friends with, and my life would improve because I’d like myself even if no one else did,” I explained.

“A song did all that?” Thad questioned.

“Music can be a powerful thing, Thad. Your counselor thinks you’re a little different from other kids. I agree with her,” I replied. He looked down at his shoes. “Hey, don’t do that. Different is a good thing to be. You shouldn’t ever fit in. If you’re gonna be somebody, you’ve gotta be unique. You can’t go around living in other people’s shadows… Chin up. You should be that lucky to be different.”

Thad looked away from me as he reached for my hand. I took his hand in mine. I could barely conceal my smile. “Is hating the Allens wrong?” Thad questioned.

I stopped in my tracks. “Thad, I’m not gonna pretend I’m better than what I know. I resented them, but it wasn’t their fault my life turned out the way it did. They probably would’ve loved me had I been brave enough to make myself known. Barry’s not guilty of anything but being born luckier than me,” I explained, “But then again… Look at what he’s lost. Maybe I’m lucky because I never had anything to lose.”

Thad stared at me for a long while before squeezing my hand. We walked to the old beat-up car I had and drove home. He didn’t say anything the whole ride home. I popped the CD in. And I swear I caught him tapping his foot.

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guardian-of-frihet · 2 months

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Story concept

Hey everyone, I had the idea of making a thriller kind of story chain on here, cause it's one of the easiest ways to tell the story(aside from wattpad) and I've been creatively inactive on here so I decided why the heck not.

I'm using a Gacha mod(Gacha Plus) to make the appearance of the characters cause I can't draw a good looking sketch of someone for the life of me.

Anyway, here are the images for the characters, the first one being.

The MC!

Description: A little bundle of Depression, Grief, Anxiety, and adorableness this baby has suffered enough though, so will you be able to help them get their happy ending?

Name: N/A (the MC's name is unspoken throughout the story but you can guess what the name of our MC is based on hints)

Pronouns: They/Them

Age: 18(High School Junior)

Gender: transgender (FtM)

Sexuality: Biromantic (if the hair didn't give it away)

Friends: N/A

Family: two foster dads

Height: 4'9 (malnutrition at a young age before They were adopted caused them to have a short height).

Love interest: N/A

Now moving onto:

The therapist

Description: a kind, honest soul that took a liking to MC real quick, He can tell They are hurting but He is slowly trying to take down the walls They put up one by one.

Name: George Davis Marshall

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Gay

Friends: MC, Abraham.

Family: deceased mother, retired father, out of state brother and sister

Height: 6'1

Love interest: [REDACTED]

Next up!

The dads!

Description: married for 15 years! Such loyalty and love to each other, they took MC in as their own child after an incident in poor baby MC's infant days, protective as hell to and immediately rush to find MC if their parent senses are tingling (you will figure further on why that is)

Name(s): Abraham and Maxwell Lopeza

Age(s): 35 & 34

Gender(s): both males

Sexuality: one is Gay, the other is Pansexual

Pronouns: both He/Him.

Friends: George.

Family: MC their foster child, deceased mother and father on Abraham's side, retired mother and deceased father on Maxwell's side

Height(s): 6'4(Abraham), 5'8(Maxwell)

Love interest(s): each other.

Coming up next!

The bullies!

Description: playboy to the entire school, he flunks his education to not graduate cause he hates studying and wants to stay in his "empire", the school can't expel him cause his dad pays them not to but he immediately catches on something is wrong with MC by the 9th day

Name: Tobias

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Panromantic

Friends: Marcella, Nicole.

Family: his douchebag father, his mother who is in jail

Height: 5'7.

Love interest: may or may not be MC

Next bully

Description: the gossipy mistress of the school, she doesn't really understand what's okay or not cause of her parents being severely toxic, she can't help her urges to cause misfortune at times and she regrets the consequences when they come.

Name: Marcella

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Asexual, Aromantic

Pronouns: She/They

Friends: Tobias, Nicole.

Family: Toxic mother and Father that are barely home

Height: 5'4

Love interest: none

Final Bully!

Description: a big believer in the paranormal, Hiking is her free time and she blogs videos about her life everytime she has the opportunity to do so, she didn't realize actions have consequences until the 9th day of the two weeks.

Name: Nicole

Age: 20

Gender: Demi-girl

Sexuality: Lesbian

Pronouns: She/it

Friends: Marcella, Tobias.

Family: a big supportive but spoiling rich family

Height: 5'6

Love interest: Phoebe(her long distance lover)

Up to the last three!

Next we have!

The principal!(believe me the principal is gonna be a major part in this story)

Description: a satanic demonic worshipper who uses the school as his church, he worships a demon that has been around for only 6 centuries now, plans to find the "perfect sacrifice" that would not be missed, gloomy, and alone, to bring the demon into our plain of reality.

Name: Bartholomew Vincent McCain

Age: 49

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Pansexual

Friends: none

Family: all died a long time ago

Height: 6'8

Love interest: the Demon he worships

Last two, now onto..

MC's guardian angel!

(To be honest I made him more scary than I should've😂)

Description: a tormented spirit that died after being refused when used as a sacrifice and thrown into a well when he lost to much blood, he refuses to let the same thing. Happen to his beloved friend, MC.

Name: [ERROR]

Age: 13 (when he died)

Gender: [ERROR]

Sexuality: [ERROR]

Pronouns: He/Him

Friends: MC, Marcella, Tobias, Nicole.

Family: out-of-state family(the family moved away after his death)

Height: 4'2

Love interest: none

Last one!

Here's presenting..

You guys!

Description: you can interact partially with the story at times if you wish when the MC gets stuck somewhere or on something

You may decide how this black blob will represent you all.

Anyway! These were the characters for the story, here's the stories description.

There are a set of multiple endings each one labeled under "BAD" and "GOOD", there are at least three bad endings, two good endings, and one †ru3/secret ending but I will not disclose how you get the secret ending just yet.

Context: a teen is trying to figure out what to do with their life after a huge loss totaled their mental state, leaving them with not a lot of friends, a low self-esteem and self-hatred and a lot of dark intrusive thoughts with barely anyone to vent to, your job as the viewer is to try and help them get through their pain and sorrow and move on with their life.

The set course of the story is two weeks entirely where the MC has to last two weeks without Antidepressants after their therapist warns them not to and that the kind of Antidepressants prescribed to them is harmful, so will you be able to help MC get through the struggle and get better?

#thriller #fanfic #original concept #original character

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bi-lavelent · 2 months

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Lone wolf (Quinn Fabray x Fem-Reader 16)

Warning: Fluff, Angst, Bullying, Cussing, Smut

I went to pick Quinn up from glee practice because we were gonna go hang out at the mall together. Getting snacks some new leather clothes from me and some maternity clothes for Quinn.

I walked into the choir room thinking that practice would be over.

“We can’t use the auditorium for the next week.” Schue said

“But that’s garbage how are we supposed to practice for regionals without the auditorium.” Finn said

“The cheerios need it to practice in there’s nothing I can do.” Schue said

“I recommend a sit in.” Rachel said

“I recommend we torch the place.”

“No look we have all faced adversity before I’m gonna look at a few off campus option just for the week. I promise I will find us a new home.”

“You guys can use ours we have two of them one of them is located only 20 minutes away walking I don’t know how far driving. But we almost never use it unless we’re having a performance- off against dalton.” I said

“Well I guess that solves the problem.” Schue said

“Here’s the key I’m gonna need that back when you guys are done using it though.” I said

“Hey let’s go to the mall” I told Quinn

We went shopping everywhere. Picking out some cut outfits for both of us going to the food court and getting some pretzels and Ice cream.

“You know it’s nice spending time together.” Quinn said

“Yeah how’s the baby been you are getting close to the due date.” I asked

“Good. Some weird pregnancy cravings and I’m not sleeping a lot but nothing to bad.” Quinn said

“What are you planning on doing after the baby’s born.” I asked

“Give it up for adoption.” Quinn said

“That’s good but What are you planning to do? What if you get postpartum depression? Do you have a support system that you can count on.” I said

“I guess I should start thinking about what I’m doing afterwards I want to dat definitely not Puck or Finn but someone and for a support system I guess that I have you.” Quinn said

“You know I would totally invite you to get out of Pucks house and stay with me like I promised but I don’t know how Santana would feel about that.” I said

“Yeah I know. I’ve realized that for both me and you this school year hasn’t gone the way either of us planned it.” Quinn said

“No it hasn’t but maybe that’s a good thing I get to be friends with you, I have a reason to punch Puckerman besides that he has a very punchable face.” I said

“Oh shut up.” She said walking away

“You didn’t deny that he has a punchable face.” I said screaming after her

The next day I was sitting down after school at flag football practice when I got a phone call from Finn

“Y/N you won’t believe what’s happening.” Finn said

“Hey coach I gotta take this.” I yelled

“What are you doing?” Finn asked

“Flag football practice we have a game coming up last game of the season.” I said

“Oh are you guys good?” Finn asked

“We haven’t lost a game so I would say yes.” I said

“Oh well that sounds amazing.” Finn said

“What did you want to talk about?” I asked

“Oh right Kurt’s dad is dating my mom.” Finn said

“Wait what I mean I work with Burt and he hasn’t told me anything.” I said

“Wait he hasn’t I thought that you would have known.” Finn said

“Nope. Wait is that why Kurt was asking you about bedroom swatches.” I asked

“Oh my god are we moving in with them. I just came home and my mom was getting rid of my dad’s stuff and now.” Finn said

“Yeah I know buddy. Look I would love to talk more I’ll call you after practice.” I said

“Okay bye.” Finn said

“Bye” I said

I called Finn and then went home and then went to bed and headed to Crawford county for school. I was sitting in math class extremely bored.

Sexy Latina Badass Y/N: What’s the Square root of 15 Santana: why Y/N: Cause I’m in math class and don’t want to think about math Santana: What do you want to think about? Y/N: You know exactly what I want to think about Santana: How about you paint the scene Y/N: which do you want realistic or fantasy Santana:Let’s go with Fantasy Y/N: Okay well you see I’m in detention cause I was on my phone during class and this new teacher walks in and writes her name on the bored it says Ms.Lopez. I look around I’m the only one in the room. Ms.Lopez has a deck of cards that she playing with she sees me looking at her and points her finger at me to come over. She asks do you want to play a game I say sure what game She says well how about you find out along the way We start playing poker or so I think she loses the first hand and takes off her shirt revealing her lacy bra. There’s a sting on her skin as her cold metal on her necklace hits her skin. We played a little bit longer the next hand she lost removing her pants. We play again the next hand I lose as she comes around me and starts to unbutton my shirt and take it off. Soon enough she is down to just her underwear as she removes them I realize that we’re both completely naked. I say the games over she says no it isn’t there’s one more round I say oh what happens then She says winner fingers the other . . . I will let your imagination finish the rest. Santana: You are in so much trouble you have given me a lady boner Y/N: to bad you have to do stuff for glee and cheerios I would totally finger it out of you

I walked into the house that night to find Santana sitting at the counter with glasses on and whetting a t shirt and jeans.

“Hello.” I siad

“Hello my name is Ms.Lopez and I’m her to make all your wildest dreams come true. So just sit back and relax.” Santana said

God how did I get this woman. I would hate it when her parents returned home it would never be like this again.

The next day I woke up with Santana naked next to me. Taking in the couple of moments we had together in the morning.

“Wake up baby.” I whispered in her ear

“No five more minutes.” Santana said

“Okay you can sleep longer.” I said

I got up and started making us breakfast before Santana woke up.

“SHIT.” Santana yelled running down the stairs

“What?” I asked

“SUE NEEDED THE CHEERIOS THERE EARLY SHIT IM TOTALLY GONNA GET KICKED.” Santana yelled

“No you’re not.” I said

“How am I not well put that Cheerio Jacket on instead of yours.” I said

“There’s no name. Also why do you have another cheerio jacket are they like some kinda sex prize.” Santana said

“No that was my aunts when she was a cheerio.” I said

“Is that why it say Brittnay on the side.” Santana asked

“Yes that was my aunts name. She gave me that jacket to keep me warm the first time I ran away from home. It was my security blanket til I accidentally wore it to McKinley on my first day Sue had a hissy fit and told me to never wear it again.” I said

“So won’t I get yelled at.” Santana asked

“No she’ll think that you grabbed the wrong one after securing a nationals win.” I said

“She knows we live together.” Santana said

“She also knows that unless I’m having sex and have a person in my arms that jacket is always in my arms.” I said

“Okay this better work.” Santana said

I got home from CCG practice around 8:00 PM

“Did it work?” I asked

“Hell yeah it did. I even watched her move my name closer to head cheerio on her tier list.” Santana said

“Amazing!! You see secretly dating me has its perks.” I said

I went to work the next day.

“Hey Burt, Is there anything that needs fixing?” I said

“Yeah I have 1985 Harley Davidson over there that needs fixing.” Burt said

“So you and Carol?” I asked

“Which one told you?” Burt asked

“Finn. We came close after some stuff went down at school.” I said

“It’s good that you still talk to those kids they need you.” Burt said

“Burt I need advice.” I said

“About what kiddo.” Burt said

“I’m in a relationship with someone I have already fell madly in love with. She is brilliant and gorgeous. But she doesn’t want to come out. I’m not gonna force her but she goes to McKinley and now we are against each other and I feel like it’s pulling us apart. I forgive her every time she make a mistake every guy sleeps with, I act like it didn’t happen because we tried being apart and that made me want to die. But I am out and everytime I see her I just want to wrap her in my arms and kiss her. I don’t want to go to Crawford anymore because I don’t wanna us to get pushed apart. I need her I have never felt this away about anybody else. When I’m not near her my body aches. I’m scared of this relationship because so many things could go wrong.” I said

“You know women a confusing but if you think that you two are meant to be together stick it out and one day she will be brave enough to come out.” Burt said

“Thanks.” I said

“No problem.” Burt said

#lesbain #queer #quinn fabray imagine #quinn fabray x reader #santana lopez #santana lopez imagine #lesbian community #glee #glee x reader

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