#taking a moment to think about all the things I would tell 17 year old me

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I would like to... gently shake the people going 'Dick Cheney/Alberto Gonzalez/[insert neoconservative architect here] endorsing Harris is entirely and only a bad look for Harris' because that's not the point. And like, I get feeling weird about it (I've been unimpressed with Dick's backpedaling since Liz Cheney got primaried), but: Trump is proving too extreme for THE PEOPLE WHO MADE HIM POSSIBLE. This is their consequences. THAT'S the point.

Look, this is what I think about it: I fucking hate Dick Cheney and all the architects of the Bush Junior neoconservatism-early-aughts-War-on-Terror-Patriot-Act-No-Child-Left-Behinding Republican Party that laid the groundwork for the Tea Party and then for Trump. If there was any justice in the world, Dubya would be at the Hague for a war crimes tribunal and not allowed to sit in Texas painting dogs and enjoying a quiet retirement. But he was fortunate to be the president of the most powerful country in the world, and America doesn't obey international law unless it feels like it, so that's what we get. (And yes, someone asked Dubya if he was going to endorse in 2024, following Cheney, and was told, no doubt with much pious handwringing, that "President Bush retired from presidential politics many years ago." But he's still raising money for MAGA Senate candidates in Pennsylvania, evidently. Fuck you, George W. Bush. Kids these days don't say it enough.)

However, since literally the entire pre-Trump establishment Republican party is now deciding that Trump is too insane, fascist, and dangerous even for them, I'm not surprised but still annoyed that Online Leftist Logic (TM) has translated that to "Harris must secretly be an early-noughties hard-right neocon Republican and that's why they want to vote for her!!!" Most if not all of them have said that they openly disagree with her policies but are voting for her anyway because she is the only way to maintain American constitutional democracy. And yes, we're all shocked that DICK FUCKING CHENEY, architect of the Iraq War and the Patriot Act, felt that there was in fact a line of fascist government overreach that he wasn't willing to cross, but if that's the case -- if even these completely terrible warmongering corporate assholes are like "uh Trump is too bad even for us to support," then you should, I don't know, maybe listen to that. But as ever, I search for logic in vain.

Likewise: Harris has made zero policy concessions to these Republicans and she never went fishing for Cheney's endorsement specifically. She didn't suddenly declare Iraq a totally okay and normal thing in order to get Cheney and his warhawks on board, and yes, Old Dickhead probably has no small amount of personal motive to get back at Trump considering what he did to Liz. But that's the thing where apparently political motives should only ever be pure, moral, and Perfect, and taking the right action for the "wrong" reasons is still disqualifying because you weren't thinking enough pure moral thoughts while you did it, or something. I don't give a fuck why Cheney decided to vote for Harris, because I don't respect his opinion and can't foresee myself ever doing so. But because we are in an unprecedented historical moment where even DICK GODDAMN CHENEY thinks that Donald Trump is too dangerous to ever have power again, I will thank him for doing that and that alone and then tell him to hit the f'n road if he thinks he deserves a scrap of credit or Democratic policy concessions for it. He doesn't. He sucks. But he's still making a choice that we need to see made at this moment, and people who don't get that, as usual, can STFU.

Basically: Cheney's endorsement is not directed at you, and it's not intended to move voters who already fit your profile and therefore think, like I do, that Cheney can eat shit. It's directed to all the career-Republican-politician types who can see him doing that and decide that they can do the same thing. Hell, we just had 17 former staffers of Ronald Reagan announcing their Harris endorsement (in addition to the 200+ Bush, McCain, Romney alumni who already signed on and all the ex-Trump officials at the DNC) and going so far as to insist that Ol' Ronnie Raygun himself would have supported Harris. Now look. I hate Ronald Reagan more than any other twentieth-century president. The degree to which he ALSO laid the groundwork for incredible damage to America cannot be overstated. But because I am not an idiot, I can see that this does not mean Harris has suddenly turned into Reagan in her policies. So. Yeah.

The other thing to note here is that Harris has seen the advantage in cultivating a bipartisan coalition and making a cross-party case for voting her to preserve American democracy. Now, a lot of the Republicans have said that they are going to stay Republicans and they want to purge their party of Trump and MAGAism, they are trying to buy time for that transition to happen by voting for Harris, and while I have never voted for or agreed with a Republican in my whole life, I actually think that's a good thing! I don't WANT to fear the end of American democracy every four years because the Republican Party has become a screaming shitgibboning insane vehicle of American Gilead while inciting stochastic terrorism against Springfield, Ohio and everyone else who doesn't bow down to Trumpist Dear Leader and his KKK alt-right Elon Muskified supporters! I don't WANT this howling fascist conspiracy-theory-puppet-of-Vladimir-Putin black hole of violence to be just what we have to accept as the center-right (except you know, now far-far-far-far-can't-see-it-with-a-telescope-right) party in America! I would prefer it if we had a functioning democracy again where both parties were engaging in fair competitiveness and good faith and had the basic premise of making people's lives better, even if they disagreed about how to do it! I would REALLY like it if we could go back to the days of disagreeing about taxes and foreign policy and social welfare -- you know, NORMAL THINGS -- instead of Commander Vance and the Project 2025 foot soldiers trying to install a theocratic fascist dictatorship! I WOULD LIKE THAT A WHOLE LOT!

That said: I have pretty much reached my limit with asking people to vote. I have done it for 8+ years (since before Trump was elected the first time) and I'm done. Either you know the stakes of this election at this point, or you're so blindly and stupidly committed to misunderstanding them that there's nothing I or anyone else can possibly do to convince you. I still see people posting a lot of stuff from the bad-faith anti-democratic leftist cranks and arguing with them endlessly and... why? Why? Why are you giving them the oxygen and exposure that they crave, and which is giving them more attention than anyone else is giving them? Block them. Mute them. STOP ENGAGING WITH EVERYTHING THEY SAY EVEN IF YOU'RE TRYING TO REFUTE IT. It's not going to work, and at this point, it's not remotely conducive to winning this election. The Great Myth of the Undecided Voter (TM) is another one that, I hope, can finally bite the dust, and the actual undecided voters who are out there are not the ones posting dirtbag leftist bullshit about Harris on The Website Formerly Known as Twitter. This election is now completely down to a numbers game: who can make their identified voters turn out to vote. So please. Spend your time and energy on reaching those folks, who might want to or have said they will vote but need a push or extra help to make sure they do.

That being the case, if lifelong Republicans want to vote for Harris and help defeat a Trump dictatorship, they're actually being more helpful for the cause of American democracy than every single shrieking Online Leftist out there, and maybe they should think about that. I'm amused at how they still think they can make demands of the Democrats, because -- when your entire plan from the word go has been "I'm not voting for the Democrats and there's nothing you can do to make me!!!" -- why are you surprised that they don't take your thoughts and opinions into account? That's the basic simplest Democracy 101 version of how electoral politics works. If you have removed yourself from their voter pool and laugh and scoff at any suggestion that you should enter it, then they're not gonna listen to you or think that they should make policy to appease you (which is good, because most of these people are fucking nuts). That's why they're blowing a gasket disowning AOC, still one of the most left-wing members in the House, because she wants to actually win and make real changes in society and has reached a happy-ish marriage with the Democratic party, instead of virtuously losing her seat and becoming irrelevant like some other members of the Squad who got primaried out this year. And the Democrats have accepted many of AOC's views as mainstream policy! She didn't change, but she stayed in the party and worked with it, and the party as a whole is moving to where she was all along. But because any hint of compromise or working to get results, rather than just posting self-righteous screeds on the internet, is Bad, she had to go, I guess. Or something.

Anyway. That's the that on that. If you want to win this election, target and talk to the people who have already identified themselves as likely or possible voters, they just need that extra push to become definite voters. I'm over the anti-democratic hypocritical leftist cranks as much as I am the screaming shitgibboning racist-mob-inciting fascists. If it takes some Republicans gritting their teeth and getting on board the "let's save American democracy" boat with me, then fine. They're actually willing to do the smallest tiny thing to make that outcome come about, and that means, for right now, they are the enemy of my enemy and I'll accept their help. After that, I would in fact like it if we had a sane center-right party again, once Trump is in jail and we can fumigate the MAGA rot. It's up to them.

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Sally face head cannons

Authors note: If you don’t specify I’m gonna pick for you most of the time it’s gonna be headcanons, they tend to be easier and quicker to write.

TW: Not professional, might have misspellings and improper grammar, I just do this for fun. Nsfw, mentions of drugs, stoner Larry, Larry is 2 years older then Sal, some non accurate writing I haven’t watched or played Sally face in years but remember the general plot. Btw when this wrote Sal is 17-19

SFW

◦ Sal doesn’t have the best relationship with his father.

◦ Sal tends to get misgendered a lot to the point he doesn’t even correct people he couldn’t care less anyways and hates unnecessary confrontation.

◦ Sal keeps his glass eye on his bedside table and one nice he actually drunk out of the cup.

◦ Sal isn’t the best at saving money when it comes to video games. He doesn’t spend his money on much In high school besides games for his game boy and other systems.

◦ Sal loves rock music and listens to music whenever he can, he owns an old stereo along with a walk man and mp3 player. (Keep in mind his teen years are in the 90’s)

◦ Along with his hair Sal also ventured in make up in skincare.

◦ Because half of his face being disfigured he tried his best to at least look normal with make up and help it heal better with skincare.

◦ Sal has the worst split ends and uneven layers because he never actually had his hair cut properly he always has done it himself.

◦ Sal is rather geeky when it comes down to it, owning as much technology as he could by in the 90’s.

◦ Sal is most comfortable showing his face to Larry among anyone else almost like a big brother to him of sorts.

◦ Sal gets rather socially awkward when it comes to people liking him so you would have to be in his friend group to have a chance of a relationship or some established connection before hand.

◦ Once you and Sal become friends as he’s comfortable with you expect things like him painting your nails and rocking out to music

◦ If he does later show romantic interest in you before he shows you his face he will be anxious about what you’ll think about him after he shows you.

◦ He’ll even teach you how to play his guitar if you’re interested.

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◦ Sal Is obviously a virgin it’s hard to get close to him let alone take of his mask so you’ll have to have patience to get to this stage.

◦ For-play could be longer then the actual sex for the first time and he might back out from nervousness before you guys can even start.

◦ Sal is not a shy guy maybe introverted but not shy but moments like this make him extremely vulnerable so he’s flustered and embarrassed.

◦ If you find the courage to kiss him he has his mask on he’s whipped. He would be a flustered and embarrassed mess and he might even tell Larry about how exciting it was. You were probably his first kiss as well.

◦ Sal would be around 5 inches 5.5 hard (let’s be realistic here ain’t nobody taking much past that.) Just enough to reach the back of you’re and make you gag.

◦ Sal even if he’s isn’t pornhub but still likes to prep you, after all sex is a rather sacred thing so he tries his best to treat you with care even with his inexperience.

◦ He would probably be a nervous teenager at the back of Spencer’s trying to find lube (that doesn’t get used) and other things trying not to be seen. Covering up this purchases with a rock album or something of equal value.

◦ Sal is big on after care asking you how it was if it wasn’t obvious, he would be nervous after and still not realizing he actually did that.

◦ Sal isn’t big on giving hickeys but he doesn’t mind being especially on his jawline and neck. When talking to his friends he will just say it a bruise or injury just that’s always been there. But it’s almost obvious that it’s not.

◦ Once you’ve done it once he’s nervous to ask for you to do it again so he does enjoy make out session to keep him down.

◦ Sal didn’t heavily masturbate before hand honestly rarely doing it at all until he had sex once and now that’s all he thinks about ever since.

◦ He loves laying kisses against you when doing it but never hickeys as he’s a bit scared of hurting you.

◦ He holds your hands during sex for comfortability.

◦ His favorite positions would probably be missionary and cowgirl he’s a pretty vanilla switch.

◦ Mostly a service top and a shy bottom, it’s not like he’s generally shy he just gets embarrassed seeing you on top but overtime he gets used to it.

Sorry i accidentally deleted the request!

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Andrew Scott, Vogue: April 2024.

by Zing Tsjeng, Photos by Annie Leibovitz

Ripley, in other words, is the hero of the tale. “That’s why he fascinates so many,” says Scott. “There’s been so many iterations of him. I think it’s because people root for him.” Actors like Alain Delon and Dennis Hopper have tried the role; Matt Damon played him as an obsequious, lower-class naïf; John Malkovich, as a slimy, camp killer. Scott’s Ripley is different; a watchful loner escaping rodent-infested poverty, more at home among art than he is around people. Musician and actor Johnny Flynn plays his first victim—the monied Dickie Greenleaf—and Dakota Fanning is Dickie’s suspicious ex-girlfriend. “I find Tom quite vulnerable,” Scott tells me. “I don’t think he’s necessarily lonely, but I certainly think he’s solitary…. He seems to me by his nature that he just can’t fit in. He’s trying to survive.”

In Ripley, Zaillian extracts maximum Hitchcockian dread from every creaky footstep. But most sinister of all is Scott’s face, which exhibits a sharklike steeliness throughout. It’s a performance that exudes queasy force. Is Ripley a scammer, a psychopath, or both? “There’s so many things lurking beneath him that I’ve been very reluctant to diagnose him with anything. I never thought of him as a sociopath or murderous,” Scott declares. “It’s up to everybody else to characterize him or call him whatever they want.”

As we weave through tourists near the Tower of London, barely anybody notices Scott, save for a faint glimmer of recognition among mainly young women. He seems to draw reassurance from it. “I don’t like to think about it too much, if I’m honest,” he muses of fame. “I find it a little bit, er, frightening.” He is known but not blockbuster-recognizable, although he is in the upcoming Back in Action with Cameron Diaz and Jamie Foxx. What stunts did he do? “I can’t give that away, I’m afraid, or somebody from Netflix will come and shoot me in the head.”

What’s been on Scott’s mind the most hasn’t been acting at all, in fact, but art. As a 17-year-old, he was offered his first movie role on the same day he was given a scholarship to study painting. He chose acting, but has recently been thinking about Oliver Burkeman’s philosophical self-help tract from 2021, Four Thousand Weeks, which makes the case for focusing on the five things you truly want to accomplish. “For me at the moment, it’s like, What do you want to do? What do you want to say?”

He scrolls through his phone to show me his work. There’s a watercolor of a couple arguing in a restaurant in rich reds and greens, line drawings of friends and people on the beach, and two self-portraits. “It’s a bit weird,” he acknowledges of his depiction of himself, all bulbous forehead and Pan-like tufts of hair. His brisk, nervy lines are reminiscent of Egon Schiele or Francis Bacon, who turns out to be one of his favorite painters. “Well, God, I’ll take that,” he mutters at the comparison. He would like someday to go to art school. “I don’t ever regret it,” he says of acting. “But I suppose you just get to a stage where you think, What else? That’s one of the big painful things in life for me, where you can’t quite live all the lives.” As he gets older, he feels the tug toward revisiting old working relationships, including with Waller-Bridge: “We’ve definitely got things cooking,” he smiles. “I’d love to work with her again. She’s just a singular, wonderful person.” For her part, Waller-Bridge says: “I’d love to see him do a fully unhinged slapstick comedy character. Someone who is outraged at everything, all of the time.”

As we round the pavement and the Tate Modern looms back into sight, he recalls a poster he received in 2017—a monstrously large graphic that detailed every week in a human life span. “It’s your entire life if you live to 80—you have to fill in all the bits that you’ve already lived,” he remembers in awe, “a visually terrifying gift.” What did he do with it? “I didn’t hold on to it for too long.” Easy come, easy go: We finally finish our loop around the Thames and, as Scott disappears back into the throng, anonymous just the way he likes it, it occurs to me that the actor has many lives to live yet. ■

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Famille - A Marie-Philip Poulin Imagine

Not requested! R is 16 and gets her first call up to Team Canada and Poulin takes her under her wing

This is probably the first in a series about baby!r and moms!poulin and stacey, this one is more pou focused but there's some stacey moments in there too, hope you enjoy!

Words: 5k

“Couple of new names on this roster,” Laura says. Pou hums distractedly. Laura walks over to where Pou is sitting and leans over the back of the couch to see what her fiancée is watching on her phone. It’s a blurry video of some hockey game.

“What are you watching?” Laura asks, wrapping her arms around Pou from behind.

“That girl, number 17, she’s on the roster.”

“Yeah, what about her? Is she good?”

Pou shifts a little on the couch.

“She’s 16,” Pou says, “She’s still in high school.”

“Right,” Laura says, realizing who “that girl” is, “She’s the one who’s younger than you were when you made your debut, right? By a few months?” Pou nods. “Everyone rates her really highly, do you remember if she’s committed to any colleges yet?”

“BU,” Pou says, “She… She’s so young. I was terrified when I got called up. So much pressure…”

“But you were okay, once you got there you were fine,” Laura says, “Everyone was nice to you and made it easier. We’re all gonna do that for her too, for all the rookies. We’re not monsters, we’ll make everyone feel welcomed.”

“Yeah…” Pou says, “I know we will.”

***

Laura doesn’t think much about their conversation until later.

When camp begins, Pou always waits in the hotel lobby for all the rookies. She’s the captain and she takes her role seriously and she feels it’s important to meet everyone and make sure they’re settling in well. She makes sure everyone has their room assignments and that they’re okay with who they’re rooming with.

For their first camp, the team always makes sure a rookie is rooming with a vet. It makes the transition easier, helps them get the hang of things, and get involved with team things. Laura doesn’t really check the room assignments, except her own (she’s with Blayre). Laura waits with Pou while she waits for the rookies and helps direct them to their rooms and the gym and the conference room where the team meetings will be held.

She sees that rookie, the young one, come in and Pou beelines for her. She watches the girl’s face go through shock, excitement, nervousness, all the emotions a 16-year-old has meeting Marie-Philip Poulin. She checks the sheet and almost laughs when she sees the girl’s rooming with Pou. Of course she is. Laura should know her fiancée better to know that she wouldn’t let something go once it gets in her head.

***

“Hello,” Pou says to the girl, who looks lost in the hotel. She looks at Pou and her eyes widen almost comically. “I’m Marie-Philip Poulin, we’re rooming together this camp. How are you feeling? Was the travel okay?”

“Um,” Y/N says, “Yeah.”

“Good.”

Pou has been told, rather teasingly, from Emma Maltais that people don’t shake hands anymore, so she doesn’t offer her hand to Y/N. Instead, she reaches out and pats her on the shoulder.

“You’re the last arrival,” Pou says. Y/N’s face drops.

“Oh no, is that bad? Am I late?”

“Non, non, you’re fine!” Pou is quick to reassure, “You had a later flight, that’s all. Come on, I’ll show you to our room.”

***

Y/N is nervous, that Pou can tell easily. It’s understandable, anyone would be nervous in her situation. Pou can see the way she picks at her nails, how her hands shake slightly as she takes the room key Pou hands her. Pou wants to be able to take her nervousness away, but she can’t. She can’t make the transition easier, she can’t make her stop worrying.

What Pou can do is be there. She hangs around their shared room while Y/N unpacks. She takes Y/N around the hotel, running into their other teammates and introducing them. She wants Y/N to go into the first practice knowing everyone.

It doesn’t seem to help. Y/N still seems as nervous, if not more, than when she first arrived. It’s not what Pou wants, and she thinks she knows what can help.

“There’s a public rink that’s not far,” Pou says, “If you want to, uh, stretch your legs after the flight.”

Y/N’s shoulders sag in relief.

***

The rink is not very far from the hotel, only a few blocks. It’s not super busy, but there’s still other people there. They don’t bring any of their gear with them, just their skates, and Pou brings a toque with her that she pulls low over her ears to try and get people not to recognize her.

(It doesn’t work.)

They skate around, not really talking for the first bit. Pou lets Y/N have a few laps, waits for her shoulders to drop completely, before she speeds up to skate side by side.

“You beat me,” Pou says, “You’re younger than I was when I made my debut,” Pou continues when Y/N gives her a confused look. “You beat my record.”

“I guess so,” Y/N says, “But just because I’m here doesn’t mean I’ll play.”

“Coach doesn’t call players up if he doesn’t intend to play them.”

Y/N doesn’t answer right away.

“You are very skilled,” Pou says, “You’re going to have a very good career. Maybe even better than mine.” Y/N scoffs. “It’s true!” Pou insists, “I’ve seen you play, you’re the best player on the ice no matter who you play with.”

“Yeah with the U18s,” Y/N shakes her head, “With my high school team. That’s hardly that impressive.”

“It’s impressive to me,” Pou says honestly, “I don’t want you to underestimate yourself. You might not find it very impressive, but I do and I’m happy that you’re here.”

Y/N doesn’t answer and they skate the rest of their time in silence.

***

At first, Pou can’t tell why she’s awake. All she knows is she doesn’t have to be up yet, and she wants to go back to sleep. Before she can, she hears sharp sniffles coming from the bed beside hers. She looks over, but it’s too dark to see, but she can definitely hear that Y/N is crying. She flips on the lamp beside her bed. Y/N startles, and tries to quickly wipe her face.

“Are you okay?” Pou asks, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Y/N says, her voice thick and nasally from her tears.

Pou’s heart breaks. She can remember her first camp, and crying alone in her bed and hoping her roommate wouldn’t wake up. She remembers feeling lost and out of place and missing home and feeling like she’s made the biggest mistake of her life. She gets out of bed and climbs in beside Y/N. She rubs between Y/N’s shoulder blades. Y/N freezes for a moment, then relaxes into the touch.

“I was terrified when I was your age,” Pou says, “I got on the ice for my first practice with the team and everyone skated, uh, round, uh, shapes around me.”

“Circles?”

“Oui,” Pou says, “Circles. And I felt out of place and like I wasn’t ready to be here. I cried too. My roommate was a heavy sleeper, so she didn’t wake up. I thought I had ruined my hockey career before it even started. But then I got better. I played better. And I made friends on the team.”

“Yeah, but you’re you,” Y/N says, “You’re, like, the greatest ever. I don’t think I’m ever gonna play like you. I just want to go home.”

“I know, patate,” Pou says, “I promise that everything will be alright. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t deserve to be.”

Y/N doesn’t say anything. Pou thinks back to their practice earlier.

“In our scrimmage today,” Pou says, “You passed to me, near the end, and I missed the net. That was one of the best passes I’ve ever gotten. I don’t know if you thought I missed because the pass wasn’t good, but I missed because I was tired and I was ready to be done practicing, so I wasn’t trying very hard. It was an amazing pass and you were so smart and so skilled to get past the defender and get that pass off. I was very impressed with you today.”

“Do you mean that?” Y/N asks in a small voice.

“Oui, I will never lie to you.”

Y/N falls asleep with her head resting in Pou’s lap, and Pou stays up the rest of the night, making sure she sleeps okay, and planning how to get her to see how amazing everyone else can see that she is.

***

Pou doesn’t want to be overbearing. She doesn’t want Y/N to feel pressured or overwhelmed. She also doesn’t want the girl to become too attached to her and then never make friends with their other teammates. She also doesn’t want to back off too much and make Y/N think Pou doesn’t like her, or is upset with her. It’s a tough balance.

On the bus, Pou sits with Laura because she always does, and she watches Y/N to see who she’ll sit with. Everyone has their usual seatmates and Pou understands that, but she doesn’t want Y/N to sit alone.

“I won’t be mad,” Laura whispers.

“What?”

“If you go sit with her,” Laura says, “I won’t be mad. I know you want to.”

“I don’t want her to sit alone,” Pou says, “She probably doesn’t want to sit with me. I’m just waiting to see who will sit with her.”

It’s Erin Ambrose who ends up sitting with her and Pou breathes a sigh of relief when Y/N doesn’t immediately shy away. Erin has that effect on people, she can make anyone feel at ease with her. Pou doesn’t watch them the whole bus ride, but she knows Laura spends more time talking to herself than to Pou. She can’t help it, she didn’t expect to feel so protective and caring over Y/N, but she does and she needs to make sure Y/N’s okay.

***

They play a couple of games this camp, against the US, because of course they do and Pou takes on her ‘captain’ role: making sure the rookies feel prepared, making sure everyone else feels prepared, watching more than enough film for the whole team herself, making sure she has the scouting report for every player on the US roster in case anyone has questions.

Two days before the game, in the quiet of their room after lights out, Y/N whispers:

“I don’t think I’ll dress. I don’t think coach will dress me.”

“Y/N,” Pou rolls over and can barely make out Y/N’s outline in the other bed, “Y/N,” she says again when Y/N doesn’t react the first time. She doesn’t react again, but Pou knows she’s not asleep. “You are a better player than you give yourself credit for. You have done very well this camp and you’ve earned your spot.”

Y/N doesn’t respond and Pou lets it go. She stays awake until she’s sure Y/N’s asleep, and then she stays up for a little longer to make sure Y/N’s sleeping peacefully.

The day before the game, Y/N hovers around their room after they wake up. Pou goes through her morning routine and prepares to head down to breakfast, but Y/N’s still in her pyjamas, sitting on her bed, staring at the wall.

“Y/N?” Pou asks, “Are you okay?” Y/N shrugs. Pou sits on the bed beside her. “What’s going on?”

“Can we go to that rink? The one we went to before?”

“Of course, mon petite lapinou,” Pou says, “After we eat, then we can go. Sound good?” Y/N nods.

Pou takes her normal spot at breakfast beside Laura. She leans over and kisses her, ignoring their teammates’ teasing. Pou is resolutely ignoring everyone else, when Laura nudges her. Pou looks up from her scrambled eggs and gives Laura a look that says what? I’m eating, and Laura nods her head to Pou’s other side. Y/N approaches, holding her breakfast in her hands. She walks up to Pou’s side.

“Can I sit here?” Y/N asks quietly.

“Oui, yes, of course,” Pou shifts so Y/N actually has space to sit beside her.

Pou’s a little surprised. Y/N normally sat with the other rookies, or at least with the younger girls. Pou takes a quick look and there’s empty seats at the other tables, so it’s not like Y/N didn’t have options. Jenner raises her eyebrows a little towards Y/N when she joins them, but she doesn’t say anything.

“Excited for the game tomorrow?” Erin Ambrose claps Y/N on the shoulder. Y/N seems to shrink into herself, her head dropping to her chest.

“Hey,” Laura interrupts before anyone can say anything else, “Jenny, didn’t you tell me you had a cute vid of June to show me?”

It’s a good distraction, Jenner is always down to gush about her kids, a million pictures and videos ready in her camera roll to show anyone who’s willing, and Ambrose can’t help but lean over too to see the video Jenner’s showing Laura. It gives Pou the chance to turn to Y/N without everyone else listening in.

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” Y/N says before Pou can say anything.

“It’s okay to be nervous,” Pou says.

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” Y/N says, almost pleadingly.

“Alright,” Pou turns back to her own breakfast, “You can talk to me about anything, when you’re ready,” Pou adds quickly.

Y/N eats in silence, the rest of the table leaving her be, either because they realize they should, or because Pou gives them a look when they go to talk to Y/N. When Pou finishes eating, she looks over and sees Y/N’s plate is empty too.

“You wanna go?” Pou asks. Y/N nods quickly.

They head to the public rink they went to before and it’s open, but it’s much quieter than when they were there before, most of the public not going skating this early in the morning. They skate a few laps, Y/N a few strides ahead of Pou. After a few laps, Y/N stops and turns around and Pou stops with her. Y/N’s eyes are filled with tears.

“I’m so scared,” Y/N says, “I feel like I’m gonna screw it all up. I don’t know what to do.”

Pou doesn’t hesitate to pull Y/N into her arms. Y/N hugs Pou back tightly and Pou shushes her as her shoulders shake. Pou waits for Y/N’s sobs to have lessened to a few sniffles.

“I know it’s scary, and I don’t blame you for what you feel,” Pou says, “What you’re doing is very hard and it’s very scary, and it’s also very impressive. It’s easy to feel like you’re not good enough, but you have to understand that you are sixteen, and this is your first time with us and most of us have been on the team for years and we’ve played at the highest level for years. None of that means we’re better than you, it means we have more experience and that we’re better at hiding what we really feel. I still feel terrified before a big game. At the Olympics I still feel the way I did at my first one, I just hide it better now. Everyone feels the way you do, and that’s okay.”

“I thought it was supposed to get better,” Y/N’s voice is muffled in Pou’s shoulder.

“It does. You get more experience, you learn what to do to calm yourself down, you learn to lean on your teammates and your friends and your family when you need to. You learn that a dumb friendly against the US is not an Olympic final, and you learn to find the joy in it all. I know you’re afraid that you’re going to mess up and that coach will think you’re not good enough for the team, and I am here to tell you that won’t happen. I’ve seen you play with the U18s and in high school and I’ve seen you play with us. You are very skilled and you have nothing to worry about. You’re going to make mistakes, you’re going to take dumb penalties, you’re going to miss a shot or a pass or someone is going to skate around you and make you look silly, and that’s okay because none of that means you’re a bad player or that you don’t deserve to be here. If you didn’t deserve to be here you wouldn’t be here.”

Y/N doesn’t respond, but Pou knows she’s just processing what Pou said. They stand in the middle of the ice, holding each other, the few others there ignoring them. After a little bit, Y/N pulls back and wipes her face.

“What did you call me this morning? Um, like, petite, uh.”

“Lapinou,” Pou answers, “It means little bunny.”

“Because I’m small?”

“Non,” Pou laughs, “Because you’re young and you’re like a bunny on the ice. You have so much energy and you’re very fast. Like a bunny.”

Y/N smiles softly, and she taps Pou’s side with her fist lightly.

“Thanks,” Y/N says and Pou knows she’s not talking about the nickname anymore.

***

Game day begins the same way that any game day does. Team breakfast, pregame team meeting, a few hours of free time, then team bus ride to the arena for a pregame skate, and another team meeting, and then it’s game time.

A lot of the team has very specific pregame rituals, and Pou lets them do their thing. Pou gets herself game ready, she thinks through all the ways the game could go and how she should react and respond to it. She doesn’t let herself focus too hard on what ifs before they happen, but she likes to be prepared for everything.

Y/N doesn’t have a pregame ritual, which Pou can understand, because she didn’t have one either when she was 16. When Pou asks her what she normally does before a game, Y/N shrugs and says she does whatever the rest of her team does. Pou expects her to go find someone else to hang out with, since Pou knows she’s not that fun to hang out with. Instead, Y/N stays, and she asks Pou to talk her through what she’s thinking, and Pou finds herself going over the game with Y/N.

When it’s time to leave, the team heads onto the bus. Y/N gets pulled into a lively discussion with the Gosling cousins as Pou sits next to Laura. Pou can’t help but keep an eye on Y/N, making sure she’s okay and that the girls aren’t overwhelming her. Pou barely glances away when Clark says something to her and Pou blushes and tries to ignore the knowing look Laura gives her.

The game starts fast and rough like it always does. Both teams come out firing right from the gate and each team is trying to suss out the refs and see how much they can get away with without a call, so there’s always some hard hits before the game settles some. Pou did her best to prepare the rookies for it, so that no one’s caught off guard the first time they go crashing into the boards.

Pou watches from the bench as Y/N’s line skates down the ice. Neither team has gotten into a rhythm yet, the puck switching possession in the neutral zone, one or two players breaching the offensive zone to get a half-hearted shot off before the defense swarms them. Y/N races for a puck that’s been sent deep into the zone with Megan Keller hot on her tail. Pou holds her breath as she waits for the inevitable collision at the boards, and then Y/N eases up. For a second, Pou wants to swear. Y/N’s going to get ripped into by their coach if she keeps backing off plays. But then, as soon as Keller gets past her, Y/N picks up speed again, surprising Keller and shoving her off the puck and taking it herself. She takes a look on the ice and passes it into the slot to Danielle Serdachney who slides it past Frankel.

Pou jumps out of her seat. She joins her teammates as they bang on the boards in celebration. Dachs skates past the bench for fist bumps and Y/N does too with the rest of the players on the ice. They head onto the bench and the next line comes out onto the ice. Pou grabs Y/N as soon as she’s close enough.

“Bravo, mon petite lapinou! That was such a smart play,” Pou praises. Y/N looks up at her, a bashful look on her face.

“Really? You think so?”

Pou is struck again by how young she is. She looks younger like this, sitting on the bench with Pou standing over her, in her gear and cage, face red from exertion, and looking like she almost can’t believe Pou thinks she did well. Pou leans down so their helmets knock together lightly.

“Every time you step on the ice I find something else about you to be impressed by. I’m so proud of you.”

Y/N’s eyes sparkle under the praise and the grin doesn’t leave her face for the rest of the game.

***

The next game is a few days later. They spend those days recovering, and then revving themselves back up. They watch film, address what went well in the last game and what didn’t, and working to improve on their game. Pou thought that Y/N’s performance in the last game would assuage her doubts, but she finds that she’s wrong.

“Are you excited to start university?” Pou asks, seeing Y/N filling out scholarship paperwork. She knows college is two years away, but she also knows that colleges want things done early, they want commitment on paper early. Y/N shrugs.

“I guess.”

“You don’t sound very excited.”

“I just…” Y/N tugs her hood over her head, “I don’t think I’ll play much. I like the school and I like the coach and… There’s just so many players, better than me, and I think I’ll ride the bench. I just want to play hockey."

"Of course you’ll play! No team would even dream of benching you,” Pou says, “They recruited you because they want you and you provide something they don’t have.”

“I’ve never played with college players before,” Y/N says, “I’ve only played with the U18s, and in high school. I’m going to get destroyed out there.”

“You played with us,” Pou puts her hands on Y/N’s shoulders and looks her in the eye, “You made the senior national team at sixteen, and you made your debut and you got an assist. You played so well–”

“I got lucky,” Y/N interrupts, “That wasn’t skill.”

“That wasn’t luck! You played so well because you are so skilled and so talented. One day you will see how good you are and you will appreciate the opportunities you’ve been given, and until you do I will be here to remind you that you are so wonderful and amazing and you deserve all the good things you have.”

Pou doesn’t know how long it will take to get Y/N to fully believe her, but she’s willing to remind the young girl every opportunity she has until it sinks in.

***

The game is rough from the start. Coming off a loss, the US is hungry for an early goal and to disrupt Canada as much as they can. Pou can feel her own frustration building, but she forces herself to push it down and keep her focus. It doesn’t do anyone any good for her to lose her head because the other team is chippy.

Pou does her best to calm the team down. Most of the vets don’t need her help, but some of them and the rookies Pou can tell are letting the game get to them. She mimes deep breaths, she tells them all to take their frustrations out on the scoreboard, to get even by scoring and winning, not taking silly penalties and giving up opportunities.

The US scores early. It sucks and it’s off a stupid mistake, a wayward pass that landed right in the path of Grace Zumwinkle, and Pou can see the frustration, disbelief, and disappointment on Ella Shelton’s face. Pou grabs her before she skate to the bench, almost before the puck has even fully crossed the line.

“You’re fine, it was a mistake, let it go and keep pushing. We’ll get it back and we’ll get the win.”

Ella nods and Pou doesn’t let go until she unclenches her jaw.

“Yeah, we’ve got this.”

***

Pou isn’t on the ice when it happens. She’s on the bench, breathing hard after a tough shift and watching Y/N skate after the puck. Pou is immensely proud of the young girl, she’s made a name for herself and a place on the roster and any fears or doubts she has disappear when she steps on the ice. Pou’s eyes follow her, and she watches Y/N pick up a loose puck and skate quickly around the US defenders and get a breakaway on goal. Pou’s half on her feet before Y/N even takes the shot, and the bench yells when her shot gets blocked by the goalie. Y/N gets one whack at the rebound before the puck gets covered and Pou watches a US player shove Y/N in the back and she sprawls forward onto the ice.

“Hey!” Pou screams, her arms up. The rest of the bench screaming with her.

It’s not even a second after that Laura appears beside the US players and grabs her around the neck and pulls her back. Laura doesn’t let go, holding her and yelling in her face, and all the players on the ice get into it. The refs blow their whistle and start pulling players back. Players break off and skate to the bench while the refs debate over what the calls should be. Laura gets dragged to the bench by her teammates because she’s still yelling at the refs and the entire American bench.

“Fucking bitch,” Laura mutters when she gets to the bench. Pou laughs at her fiancée and taps her helmet. Pou goes over to Y/N and compliments her on the play. Y/N grins as she takes the compliment and Pou can hear the excitement in her voice.

Pou jumps off the bench when the refs leave their huddle, going over as captain to get an explanation, giving a nod to Knight when she gets there. The refs tell them that both players committed penalties, so they’re determining them incidental and letting them go, rather than playing four on four. Pou tries to argue that Laura’s wasn’t a penalty, that she was preventing the US player from injuring their player, but the refs won’t hear it. Pou goes back to the bench to relay the message. Laura is still ranting.

“Laura,” Pou says in amusement, “Are you trying to get a penalty?”

“Did you see what happened? That was such a dangerous play, she had two hands on her,” Laura mimes the shove, “Two hands!”

Pou shakes her head and skates to the face off circle, leaving Laura ranting to whoever is unfortunate enough to be left on the bench with her.

***

In the dying minutes of the third, they’re tied, 2-2, and Pou is getting herself ready for overtime. It’s never a good idea to plan ahead in sports, but overtime is a completely different ball game than regulation, and it’s a different mentality and Pou knows she needs to be ready from the jump against a team like the US.

It doesn’t matter though, because with 30 seconds left Canada has a mix up with their shifts and they’re almost caught out, until Y/N jumps off the bench amidst the confusion and steals the puck off the American’s stick. She streaks through center ice, past the defenders and it’s a one-on-two, Y/N in alone, and Pou expects her to dump it deep and let the team get situated, but she doesn’t. She moves outside then cuts inside, clearing just enough of a lane to rip a shot on net. Pou doesn’t realize what’s happened, until the buzzer sounds and the ref is pointing at the net and Pou realizes Y/N just fucking scored. She watches Y/N skate quickly past the net and leap into the boards. The rest of the team on the ice swarms her and when they skate past the bench everyone slaps Y/N’s hands while she laughs.

There’s only a few seconds left in the game and Pou goes out for the face off and then the buzzer sounds and even though it's just a friendly, it sure feels like one of the biggest games the team has played.

Back in the locker room, Y/N is given the game puck for her first goal. The team cheers loudly for her and then someone, Clarky, Pou thinks, starts chanting speech.

“Uh,” Y/N starts, “Thanks, I guess. I would thank my assisters, but they’re in the other locker room, so.”

The room erupts again, with cheers and laughs and Emma grabs Y/N around the waist and hoists her in the air and Y/N’s squeal is drowned out by cheering.

Later that night, after the celebrations are over and the team remembers they have early morning recovery and everyone is back in their rooms for the night, Pou comes out of the bathroom to see Y/N sitting on her bed, staring at the game puck in her hands with a smile.

"Congratulations patate,” Pou says, “Your first goal.”

“Yeah,” Y/N says quietly.

“I’m proud of you,” Pou says earnestly, “You’ve done so well for yourself.”

Pou continues getting ready for bed, reminding Y/N that she does too. Reluctantly, Y/N puts the puck down and digs her pyjamas out of her suitcase. Pou waits for Y/N to be back in bed before she shuts the lights off and climbs into bed herself.

***

Later, when the team is saying goodbye and everyone is departing for the airport, Pou and Laura are waiting in the hotel lobby for their ride to the airport. Pou smiles when Y/N comes to join them. Y/N’s flight is later, but Pou’s glad for the chance to say a real goodbye before she leaves. Y/N hugs Laura first, only whining a little when Laura ruffles her hair.

“Can I come visit you in Montreal?” Y/N asks, “Over the summer, once school’s done?”

“Of course you can, mon petite lapinou,” Pou says, “You’re always welcome.”

Y/N hugs Pou tight.

“You can call me whenever you want, I don’t care what time it is. I’ll always be here for you,” Pou whispers.

“Thanks, mama.”

[theladyofbloodshed]

if eris was truly around 8-9 years old at the time when Mor was dumped at the AC borders, is sjm telling us azriel was thinking about challenging a CHILD to a blood duel (when he was 19 i think since he's 2 years older than rhysand and i think he and mor are the same age)??? but somehow the people who actually tortured mor and dumped her there didn't get punished? cause i don't remember anyone saying they did anything to mor's family for what they did to her.

i don't know what goes on in sarah's head because she makes it SO hard to root for the "good" guys in acotar. i didn't have that problem in tog - aelin was sometimes unlikable, but (unlike rhysand) at least she got shit done for her ENTIRE kingdom, not just the favored 1/3 of it.

I think with Eris, it was just an oversight with the maths. It's funny because she makes the case for the Lady of Autumn being SO young to get engaged at 20 under her families' wishes - and Mor being 17 and betrothed is also SO YOUNG. We're meant to really feel sorry for them that they were forced into these things. Then completely gloss over that Feyre is the same age. At 20 she has already been in love once and is now married to another. At 21 she is a mother whereas LOA had her first few children within those 20 years of marriage - but that is still young according to Helion. And then we have Nesta seducing a duke at 14 and instead of being horrified because that is younger than any of the others, it's a bad ass moment.

The Mor situation is so odd. She acknowledges that many of her cousins are in loveless marriages to unkind men. And then it's never explored. No help is ever offered. No women in the library are from the Night Court. Her family are the ones who hammered nails into her body and dumped her in Beron's court yet all the heat gets put on Eris who left her there. What was he meant to do? Scoop her into his arms and take her to the forest house to Beron? I'm sure the high lord of autumn would have been SO kind and gentle to Mor and totally not butcher her for shaming his family. In Mor's memory of that day, Eris speaks quite cruelly about her. Fine. Then we find out from him that she's keeping secrets about that day and hasn't revealed the truth. SJM just changes things to suit who she wants to be the good guy that day.

[staytinyville]

Stay Alive (26)

BTS poly!ot7 x Reader

Magical Creatures AU

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Warnings: smut (MDNI), piv, unprotected sex (we don't do that here),

A/N NOT BETA. Honest opinion yall what you think of my smut lol

You giggled at the younger patients wading around in the pool, trying to learn how to swim. Jimin along with other patients, were holding swim lessons to help the younger kids know the basics. While the only time they got to swim was in the pool, Jimin thought it was best to teach them if the day ever comes that they are freed from this hell. 

“You're doing good!” Jimin praised one of the girls. 

You had a bright smile on your face, putting out towels once the lessons came to an end and everyone got ready to leave. 

“Good work everyone!” Jimin called, waving goodbye to the other patients. 

He nodded his head to some of the other volunteer instructors–most of which were older people who had gotten the chance to learn how to swim before being imprisoned. You gave them kind smiles as they passed you, thank you for the towel you handed them. 

You turned back to Jimin, watching as he ducked under the water causing it to ripple. A soft smile formed on your face the more you watched him do what looked like a dance. It was mesmerizing to watch. 

He popped back out, grinning when he saw you making your way closer to the edge. He waded over, placing his arms along the cement.

“You're amazing with children.” You told him, giving him a water bottle.

“I'm just a great swim teacher.” Jimin chuckled. 

He suddenly frowned after taking gulps of the water. You watched as he dropped his head onto his arms, his legs kicking in the water. 

“There's a lot of kids here who were taken from their families.” He sighed deeply. “They don't get a lot of education for practical things so I asked to be a swim instructor.” He explained. 

“Jungkook helps with physical exercises, Taehyung does art, Jin helps people with cooking, and Hobi teaches magic to the kids.” He smiled softly. “It’s just little things that people should get in their everyday lives. They might try to bribe us with things but we know the truth. This isn’t the life people deserve.”

“I think you guys are amazing to want to teach the younger ones.” You moved your fingers through Jimin’s wet hair, causing him to grin. 

“We got the chance but they won't.” He pressed his lips together. “They're missing so much from their abilities–someone has to tell them.”

“How old is the youngest?” You asked him.

He thought about it for a moment. “Ni-ki is 17.” 

“When was he brought in?” You frowned, shoulders dropping at the idea of such a young boy being stuck here for so long. 

“5 years ago. That was the last time they brought in people.” Jimin explained. “They said they closed off the portal that was used to travel between the worlds.”

“They took a 12 year old from his parents?” You cried, your eyes starting to hurt from the tears piling up. “Jimin, this isn't okay. Why would anyone do this?” 

Jimin quickly pulled himself up from the water, sitting at the ledge of the pool. “He's a greed demon. It's what he does.” Jimin sighed, bringing you in for a hug. You didn’t care for getting your clothing wet, knowing you’ll just ask to borrow some of the boys. 

“We'll save them.” Jimin told you, hand rubbing the back of your neck. “It's something all of us decided to do when they brought in the people after us. No one deserves this.”

He looked down when you began to shake, your tears hitting his wet skin. “Hey don't cry, beautiful.” He pulled you back, wiping at your tears. “We'll get through this.” He told you. 

When your sniffles wouldn’t stop, he looked down at the water before turning back to you. “How about I show you something?” He told you, dropping back into the pool. 

“Show me what?” You tried to stop your tears from falling, wiping at them with the towel you were going to give Jimin. 

“Watch.” He smiled at you before disappearing under the water. 

You leaned over the edge, looking down into the dark pool. You weren’t able to see all the way to the bottom, probably going much deeper than you would be able to swim in. However as you tried to find where Jimin had gone, you suddenly saw a shimmer of scales breach up into the light. You gasped, trying to find the figure again. You quickly fell backwards as a mermaid looking tail made a splash on the surface. You flinched as the water sprayed on your, moving an arm up to keep the chlorine from getting into your eye. 

As you lowered your arm, another gasp pulled from your lips. Jimin’s head had popped out of the water, his nose still under. You could see pale scales surrounding his face, leading to sharply pointed ears. As he swam closer, you moved back to the edge. The more he pulled himself out, the more of his true form you could see. 

His gills moved on the side of his neck, two openings on each side. As he used his hands to pull himself closer to the ledge, the fins on the side of his forearm caught your attention. His fingers flexed, causing the webbing between them to stretch. His nails were also pointed just as sharply as his ears were. 

You giggled when he pushed closer to your face, his nose almost brushing up against yours. The fins along his back moved up and down his spine, closing and opening back up. Your eyes moved to the tail that flicked behind him, its gray fins moving in the water as if it was hair.

“You look—beautiful.” You choked out, staring at his tail swishing along the waves. “Jimin, you're extraordinary.” You told him, looking back at him. 

“Thank you, beautiful.” Jimin spoke quietly, his breath hitting your lips. 

Without thinking about it, you dropped your head down and planted your lips against his plush ones. They were wet and not from him licking them. It was almost like he had gloss–and most often than not it did look like he did. But you figured it was something having to do with his abilities. 

You pulled your head back as Jimin pushed himself out of the pool, his scales and fins disappearing the more he came out of the water. You didn’t pay any attention to it though, instead placing your hands on his face to keep him close. 

Your noses bumped against each other, teeth clashing just a bit. You gasped out with something pointed touched the tip of your lips, allowing him room to slip his tongue into your mouth. It was like the end of a tentacle, but still felt like a normal tongue. It just had a weird shape to it. 

With Jimin now fully out of the water, he crawled over your body, pushing you to lay back onto the floor. You didn’t pay attention to how his skin was wet, your scrubs dried him. At least until his webbing hands moved to pull your shirt up and over your head. 

Jimin pulled back and watched as you seemed to look towards the locker room entrance, before moving your attention back to him. You watched as his eyes went glossy for a moment before smiling down at you. 

“Don’t worry, I asked Taehyung to put my sign on the door.” He told you. 

You smiled at him, enjoying how he knew what you meant with just one look. That or maybe you were just transmitting your thoughts into his without knowing. You didn’t care to think more about as Jimin went back to peppering your neck with kisses. 

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, legs crossing behind his back as he quickly picked you up. His hands were placed under your thighs, fingers inching closer to your core that seemed to radiate so much heat. He could feel your lower lips through your scrubs, the water from his dip in the pool having soaked you through. Though even if he wasn’t wet, you were sure you would have soaked through without him. 

You back made contact with cold metal, realizing it was a bench he had set you down on. Your legs dropped from his waist which gave Jimin the moment to strip you of your pants. Raising your hips, you made a face at the wet metal. Jimin took notice and moved to grab a towel from the other end. 

“Lean up.” He told you. 

As you sat up, he was kind to place the towel down on the bench. You wanted to giggle at how domestic it seemed. You were about to have sex with Jimin in the pool area–which was public–and here he was trying to make you comfortable. 

When everything was set down, you laid back down, quickly pulling Jimin back to you causing him to gasp. 

“That was sweet of you.” You giggled, pecking his lips. 

His puffy lips pulled into a dazzling grin. “Gotta make sure you’re as comfortable as possible.”

You giggled as he began to suck on your skin again. He didn’t leave marks, only giving you kisses and a tease from his pointed tongue as it poked out from between his lips. He made his way down, your back arching as he paid close attention to your chest. He didn’t stay too long though, quickly moving down your naval and to the band of your underwear. 

You gulped as you watched his slitted eyes glance up at you. You realized how much being a siren really fit Jimin. His looks were something that called your attention. His personality was what brought you into his waters. And you were swimming deeply in them. 

When you felt the cold air brush against your core, you let out a breath. You gasped as you felt Jimin’s breath hitting your thighs, back arching as you began to feel your nerves spark from the proximity.

Jimin looked up at you with hooded eyes, his lips skimming over the skin of your thighs causing you to flinch. He looked down at your core, eyes filled with lust as he grew closer. Your legs placed themselves on his shoulders, knees going over his shoulders. 

The small flick of his pointed tongue on your clit, you gasped out loudly, almost sitting up in your haste. Jimin leaned up though, quickly holding your hips down. His tongue was long if he wanted it to be. So while the fat part of it laid against your clit, the tip probbed at your entrance. 

You were withering from the pleasure, grinding against his tongue the best you could with his arm holding you down. Your moans only seemed to spur Jimin on more as he allowed his entire appendage to enter your heat. This caused you to cry out, hands trying to reach out to grab onto something. 

Jimin moved one of hands into yours, intertwining your fingers together. You began to clench down on his tongue, but he quickly pulled back before you were able to cum. You cried, wanting to sit up and find why he had stopped. But when you looked at him, you saw him quickly taking off his swim shorts. 

Your pussy clenched as you moaned from the sight of him. Your fingers reached for the towel under you again, clenching the fabric. He crawled back over you, fingers delicately swiping against your cheeks. You took in the scales that stuck around his face, feeling breathless from how beautiful he truly was. 

“Thank you.” He whispered against your lips. 

You softly moaned when his cock fell against your lips, hot and heavy between his legs. You moved our hips in a circle, rubbing your clit along the ridges of Jimin’s cock. He groaned against your lips, pulling away to look down at where you were using him to pleasure yourself. 

With his hands on your hips, he allowed you to use him as you please. You began to whine at how he didn’t seem to help you, which made him laugh. The pout on your lips made him lean over to kiss it away. 

“I got you, Beautiful. Don’t worry.” He grinned, teeth sharp. “I’ll give you what you want.”

With his words, he took a hold of his cock and lined himself up at your entrance. But he still kept teasing you. He only allowed himself to push the tip in, smiling evilly as you began to wither from him not moving forward. 

“Jimin.” You whined, circling your hips to make him go deeper. 

“Sorry.” He giggled, leaning over you as he pushed deeper. “It’s so fun to watch you whine.”

You would have retorted something back, but he started to thrust his hips back and forth effortlessly stopping you from saying anything. The only thing that seemed to slip out from your mouth were whines and moans. It started to dry your throat out. 

Jimin’s mouth hung open as his own grunts slipped past his lips. He had his eyes squeezed shut, basking in the way you seemed to grip him. One of his arms held him up while the other was gripping your hips. 

“You gonna cum?” He whispered to you as he leaned down. 

“Come on, beautiful. I waited for you to come.” His breath hit the shell of your ear, causing goosebumps to raise on your skin. “I want to feel you fall apart on my cock.”

You cried out as your orgasm started to form. Jimin shut his eyes tightly, groaning from you squeezing around him. Just as he felt your pussy throb around him, he quickly pulled out and let go of his release on your stomach. You withered on the bench, moaning from your orgasm that was coming down. 

Once Jimin had calmed down from his own high, he began to message your legs. Your breathing was returning to normal, which made him smile. “You okay, lovely?” He called out.

“I’m fine.” You giggled, looking at him. 

“Let’s go take a shower.” He told you, grabbing your hand. 

“Is there anyone left?” You couldn’t sit up just yet, which made Jimin pick you up. 

He carried you bridal style to the locker room, not caring to pick up the clothes you had left in the pool.

“No. We are alone.” He told you. 

When he walked into the men’s locker room, you were in fact alone which made your beating heart calm down. He set you down on a bench as he prepared the shower for the both of you. You watched as he moved around to get everything, appreciating his butt. 

He sent you a playful glare at the thought, which made you giggle. Once everything was ready, you both washed away the activities of the day. Both the normal ones and the dirty. 

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[epickiya722]

So I just read a meta about how Yuji is not at all parallel with Getou. "Because Yuji is really kind from his heart unlike Getou...." Can I ask, is there really an interview where Gege said that Getou is too kind in the cruel JJK universe? Do you agree with the parallel between Yuji and Getou?

[I apologize beforehand, this kinda got long because I got into the topic and I'm running on low HP. So this may be a little all over the place. 😅]

Okay, so I don't know if there is an interview of such a topic (I'm still "new" to JJK, like I'm just being more active again enough though I had been into the since it premiered and picked up the manga, not important right now though) but I can answer that second question!

I disagree with the fact that Yuji and Suguru can't be compared because Yuji is "too kind". Don't get me wrong, my boy is so kind. And the same be said for Suguru once upon a time.

So I do agree with the parallels.

The thing is, Suguru didn't start off as some evil guy. And even if he did, that doesn't mean him and Yuji can't be parallels to each other, let alone be compared.

Sometimes, it seems forgotten that Suguru was just a child, too, when his life took a whole different course. He was just a year older than what Yuji is when he witnessed the death of Riko. At 17-18 years old, he finally snapped.

Sure, they're totally different characters on the surface. When you see Suguru, you wouldn't think Yuuji and vice versa. It takes sitting down and letting your mind wander and seeing those similarities.

If there are hero characters that serve as parallels to their villains, I don't see why Yuji being "too kind" would be an issue to why he can't serve as a parallel to Suguru.

Now, I don't know if Gege wants us to see them as parallels, but I do see that the characters share some similarities. Wrote a post of said similarities way back when, but I'll do a recap here!

Small details are that they're both are/have been in a trio that consists of them (Suguru and Yuji), a girl with a bob (Shoko and Nobara) and another guy who comes from a high-status clan with a string technique born in December (Satoru and Megumi). They both lost a limb (Yuji lost a hand and Suguru lost a whole arm), fought some old guy, has fought Yuta, and has a thing for loose clothing.

Now, I see those more as coincidences. But there are bigger details that more-so dwell into and shape into their characters.

They have witnessed someone die in front of them and someone's death had set them off somehow to the point of Suguru and Yuji being enraged and questioning how things work.

Suguru was less than a yard away when Riko was killed in front of him and moments later, Toji tells him about Satoru. Suguru was already still in shock with Riko's death since it just happened and then Toji pushed him further with Satoru's "death" (yes, Suguru didn't see Satoru die, but his "death" was a trigger for him, like that's his other half right there). There's also Haibara's death. Haibara's death was definitely another tragedy for Suguru given that Haibara was kinda the hope spot for their group. He was literally the sunshine and then that dreadful mission happened.

Yuji witnessed both deaths of Junpei and Nanami at the hands of Mahito. And as had death had been for Suguru, their deaths affected him greatly. Junpei's demise kicks off Yuji's hatred for Mahito and it's just the beginning of how his character begins to change. Yuji starts off more optimistic in the story, by the time the Shibuya Incident Arc ends, he has pretty much dulled. He already accepts his death in the beginning, doing what he can to save people. But then, he lost his fight against Choso, Sukuna did what he did and then Mahito came and killed Nanami and (seemingly) Nobara.

Both characters came to the realization that the jujutsu world sucks. They're just tools ordered by others (the Higher Ups 🙄) who don't do a damn thing really, to kill curses that will just keep coming. They accept that, but in different ways. For Suguru, he deflects and decides to "fix the problem" by killing the cause of Curses. Which is humans, or to be specific: non-shamans. For Yuuji, when he accepts it, it's when he has his final battle with Mahito. He doesn't decide to kill humans. He just accepts that "Well, Mahito, you're right, I am you. I am a killer."

Crazy thing is, when both Suguru and Yuuji hit their breaking points and kill/attempt to kill someone (Suguru with the village and Yuji with Mahito), it wasn't like they're enjoying it for revenge purposes or anything. They're both emotionally drained and just act on the simple nature of being a jujutsu sorcerer/curse user. They have those dead looks in their eyes.

Another trait they share is swallowing cursed things, which, again, plays into shaping their characters.

Suguru swallows curses and does not enjoy the taste at all. And it's something he has to do over and over and over. Curses are nothing but trouble for him. In his past, he uses his technique for saving, to do good as he believed he should do. When he chooses to be a curse user, he uses his technique in exchange for money. As a teenager, he pretty much was using a technique that slowly was mentally destroying him for people who wouldn't even know he was saving them and for people who wouldn't care less about him. If he's going to swallow the thing that he hates most just as much as he does for non-shamans, he might as well do it benefit himself.

His technique, piled on with the deaths he witnessed as well as the ugliness of people changed Suguru for the worse.

Same could be said for Yuuji. While he doesn't have to do it as often Suguru does, he still gets just as much mental damage as Suguru. At first, he handles it a little better, it's even played for laughs a little. When he first swallows one of Sukuna's fingers, it's to save his friends and Megumi. He doesn't think about it, he acts on it. When he swallows the second finger, it kicks in how gross it is, but he brushes off the taste. The third finger, he wasn't even conscious for. Sukuna swallowed that one. Four finger, again, Sukuna did that. However, even though Yuuji is aware that the more fingers he swallows, the closer his execution date is, and isn't sure how many fingers it would take for him to lose control of Sukuna, he just asks "should I eat it"?

It's when fingers 5-15 are consumed when things really hit Yuuji hard. He loses his fight against Choso, and is unconscious and close to death, which allows the Hasaba Twins to feed him finger #5. Jogo comes along and feeds him the next 10 fingers.

Sukuna takes over and we know what happens after that.

After Sukuna destroys Shibuya, he dumps that trauma on Yuuji who blames himself for the destruction. It goes down even further down hill for him.

Speaking of Sukuna, that's another thing they share. Not Sukuna, but body possession.

Both Suguru and Yuuji's bodies become vessels for 1000+ year old beings that cause nothing but problems for everyone else all while they're being used for other's advantages.

Kenjaku possesses Suguru's body to use his technique. Sukuna possess Yuuji's body as a way to be brought up into the world. Although he doesn't have control of Yuuji's body all the time, whenever he does, he makes sure to make the most of it.

(And if you're a manga reader, you know he definitely have done that.)

It also strikes me as interesting that both characters have a connection to Kenjaku in some way. As mentioned, Suguru's body is possessed by Kenjaku and Kenjaku is responsible for Yuuji existing. And I just know that had to be foreshadowed, too.

That part when that the Worm Curse Toji had comes in contact with Suguru can calls him "mommy"? Yeah... Suguru becomes a mom, alright. Adopts twins a year later, dies years later after that, body gets possessed. And what do you know! Suguru's body gets possessed by Kenjaku... who just before taking Suguru's body had been parading around as Kaori Itadori... Yuuji's mother!

Really, what sets Suguru and Yuuji apart is that Suguru ended up from being a hero character to a villain.

For two characters to never had interacted, they do have similar stories.

[casasupernovas]

so many harry potter fans completely erase snape's past and write it over to make him a snobby rich kid who speaks like he's a 40 year old count and i think it is so interesting.

because it proves to me that the reality of snape being a kid living in a poverty stricken and abusive household on spinner's end makes you all uncomfortable.

i sure know it made me uncomfortable to re-read the books for the first time and see all the comments about his greasy hair and sallow skin with the new knowledge that these were markers of his poor upbringing. we've heard the saying how being poor never really goes away. snape keeping these two markers as an adult is the author's way of doing it. he's an adult with a better income now but he never quite shakes off spinner's end.

he also stays there as an adult as a way to punish himself, if the front room described as a 'padded cell" is any indicator. he can't move on and he won't allow himself to, and dumbledore won't allow it either. it is he who twists the knife with harry's eyes and tells him this is the only thing he can do to prove he truly loved lily. despite you know, dumbledore apparently not believing this due to his shock at snape's patronus 17 years later.

both times in snape's past when he butts heads with petunia is because she insults his background, something he cannot control. she calls him the 'snape boy' from spinner's end, a clearly 'turn up my nose' moment. harry goes through most books referring to snape as 'snape' because snape is a bully and therefore does not have harry's respect. many times adults correct him to say professor. and his first name isn't said often. so this puts a distance to him, almost others him to this 2D character. but 'snape' is an actual person, with feelings and a past, present and future. so severus snape doesn't take kindly to people insulting his family which is why he claps back at petunia.

we also know snape is a muggle name, his muggle father tobias' name. we only find out in book 6 that snape is a half blood. because what wizarding family do you know with the name 'snape'. and prince isn't part of the sacred 28 either. when harry breaks into snape's memories accidentally in occlumency, seeing those three quick snapshots of his life, it's the first time snape starts to become a real person to harry.

moreover, 8 year old snape is described as dirty, unwashed, wearing clothes that are so mismatched it looks deliberate. he hasn't got clothes of his own, wearing an adults jacket and a woman's smock. snape's family either cannot afford to properly clothe or wash their child or they simply don't care too. when petunia insults him again, this time instead of his father she goes for his mother, as she points out snape wearing his mother's blouse, we get another example of underage magic as he causes a tree branch to fall on her.

now despite this, we know it is likely snape really did want to cause her harm due to her insult. snape already is shown to have poor social skills and snaps rather quickly at any point of animosity, but he was also raised in an abusive household. his father whipped him, and shouted at his mother and god knows what else. makes sense that an 8 year old responds to tension with either insults or violence, mirroring his home. snape is also very reluctant to talk about his homelife at all, ending the conversation very pointedly with "he doesn't like anything much." so it's not surprising that a child raised in this kind of environment would respond violently. even worse, he does it without really realising what he has done considering he looked confused when petunia and lily ran away.

on platform 9 and 3/4, snape is eager to get out of his muggle clothes and when put next to james potter, the stark difference between someone who has been loved and adored and someone who hasn't is explicitly put in the books. and lastly when snape calls lily a mudblood after being yanked upside down exposing dirty underwear, lily points that out. her way of saying 'don't you dare say you are better than me - im filthy? how about you wash your clothes.'

all in all, i think the fans write over this backstory because people do not want to give snape any sympathy. he's not the right kind of sympathetic character. he's an unpleasant adult who made terrible decisions. therefore his tragedy doesn't count. it's much easier to hate him when in your head, snape is a rich, snobby supremacist, rather than a penniless, neglected and woefully misguided teenager.

odd that peope can understand the impact of certain characters childhoods like sirius, regulus, draco or harry and how it affected their actions as teens and later adults...

but not snape.

in fact, snape is probably the poorest character in the entire series apart from maybe voldemort, although the orphanage didn't seem underfunded or anything. fans characterise lupin as poor but there is little evidence for him being poor as a child, more as an adult. i've seen people say this was because of the fact that his father worked at the ministry and arthur weasley worked there and he is not rich but the weasley's are poor because there are 7 of them living on one income. and we can assume lupin's muggle mother worked. if anything, lupin's childhood was comfortable but became unstable due to them constantly moving after he was bitten.

and that's pretty much it, we don't know too much about anyone else. the dursleys are middle class as are hemrione's dentist parents and while the weasley's are poor, they are not poverty stricken - ron never goes hungry. snape also never really adresses his muggle past either. he doesnt bring it up ever. for all his 'life is unfair', he never speaks about that part of his life, choosing to solely reference the marauders. and the two main bullies, james and sirius both being rich kids bullying the poor boy is not lost on me. especially when they constantly reference his greasy hair all the time.

poverty greatly affects a person well into adulthood and we see with snape; it never really goes away. sure he's well spoken now, and doesn't wear mismatched muggle clothing but the remnants are still there. in fact, one of the reasons he hates harry intially is because he thinks the boy has been pampered. quite unlike his upbringing. so i think it's telling how many people refuse to acknowledge its very existence or the how it shaped snape as a person.

because i think it all makes you feel really uncomfortable. why else would you ignore or completely erase it?

[rubylovessharks]

drinking hc with third years

not a romance thing but ya know :3

again im not the greatest with some of these characters..i tried my best

if you guys wanna see me write this but with the school staff cast lemme know

Trey Clover

doesn't drink

but if he did try to drink something it'll probably be a cocktail.

idk seems right to me that he'd probs try to make one (maybe for cater?) and then try a sip.

telling you the truth, he might not be a big fan alcohol

Cater Diamond

i believe that he has tried wine at like 17-

he just seems like he got to try a sip or two at that age-

i might be totally wrong cuz i haven't gotten too much on him :(

i believe that in a few years he'd actually have more experience with drinks, but not in an addictive way.

probably asked trey to (try) make him a cocktail

and he might like cocktails, idk he seems like that type of guy-

Leona Kingscholar

this guy is in a royal family

he has to have tried AT LEAST wine

probs from an even younger age like 14????? 15???

(not encouraging under aged drinking)

he seems like the type of guy who actually tries to understand the deeper taste of the wine but has never actually said his thoughts out loud

UNLESS he's drunk.

only then he talks on and on about what he thinks might be in the wine he's drinking at the moment

won't matter if there are people with him or not

Vil Schoenheit

will probably take him a few years until he actually drinks alcohol as an enjoyment, mostly was for aesthetics.

not THAT many though-

idk how beer works- but if there's different levels to how strong it is i want to believe that uncharacteristically Vil likes the strongest type of beer.

will probably be into any type of good wine, champagne (ig that's also wine?) and to tell you the truth i believe that he actually likes beer.

like chugs down beer

I don't know why i like to believe this- but i just think that he just keeps this as a secret.

Rook Hunt

has tried whisky before and probably drinks it from time to time

Rook's the type of guy who'd like wine, likes both red and white equally.

also seems like he'd enjoy beer as well

same as Leona, has tried wine.

Idia Shroud

doesn't.

literally doesn't. like he never ever laid lips or tongue on any alcohol

definitely got a whif of idk something- and decided that it smells too much

Malleus Draconia

i feel like he'd like both red wine and white wine, but would prefer red wine.

also probably enjoys liquors and

will probably enjoy a conversation about all the different alcoholic drinks he has tried in his life.

Lilia Vanrouge

this guy drinks all types of alcohol

has tried sooo many types of drinks it's not even real-

i mean he's 700 years old- how can he not??

but what would be his fav drink? I'd say proooobably a cocktail or whisky

okok think for a moment- Lilia drinking red wine

and what colour is red wine? what kinda question is that 💀

what colour is blood? ok you getting where I'm going with this-

Lilia drinking a glass of red wine but telling you it's blood- idk sounds pretty real

[blade-that-was-broken]

Soldier On

Getting that call felt like a nightmare.

Bruce owned a small resort on one of the islands in the state of Hawaii, running it with his wife, Brandy with their gaggle of kids roaming around. He was content where his life was and where he ended up. Good weather, great wife, a few kids. He didn't think he could want anything more. Well, granted, he wishes he had a better relationship with his brothers.

He left home practically the moment he turned eighteen. After his parent's divorce when he was about thirteen, things got difficult. They spent a lot of time with their grandmother and Bruce just could not wait to get out. His biggest regret was leaving his brothers behind with their mother. Their father had cut off all contact. Either that or their mother had. It didn't matter.

Floyd wrote letters but that was the majority of their contact. He started some kind of music career and seemed to be doing pretty well with himself.

Clay was in college, working on a Master's degree or something. Bruce wasn't entirely sure. Clay wasn't on speaking terms with him at all, feeling abandoned when Bruce fled the moment he could.

And Branch? Well, Bruce hadn't really heard from Branch since the youngest had moved in with Grandma. He'd have to be 16 or 17 now. Almost an adult. Almost ready to do whatever he wanted with his life. Bruce had no idea what that was.

And then there was John Dory, the forgotten one. He had been about fifteen when their parents divorced and their father took him in said divorce. They never heard from him again.

It was in the middle of the day when got the call. "Is this Bruce...."

"Yes?"

"This is LA Military Hospital. Are you related to a... John Dory?"

He hadn't heard that name in years.

Decades, even.

"He's... he's my brother."

"We haven't been able to find any contacts. We are glad to reach you. There is some news I have to tell you."

She had to tell him over the phone. Turned out, John had joined the military many years ago but recently had been severely injured in an explosion overseas. She didn't expand on the shape he was in but apparently soon he would be released and he had no where to go. Not that he would have argued but Brandy was with him when he was told and she told him to get him and bring him home immediately. She booked him a couple of tickets - one for him and the other for John - and told him to get him.

He wasn't sure if he had even mentioned John to her. He must have, right? Bruce had been thirteen the last time he saw JD. He didn't know what to expect.

He didn't expect to walk into a physical therapy center and having to ask which one of the severely injured men there was John Dory. He couldn't even recognize his own brother. He didn't expect to be shown the area and he didn't expect to see his brothers struggling to walk with only one leg. He didn't expect the all the bandages or the newly shaved head or the scar on his face.

"Sugar and cupcakes," John hissed in pain.

Oh yeah, that was JD.

The therapist he was with looked amused. "You have to be my only patient I have never heard swear."

"Force of habit, I guess... or nostalgia. Take your pick," John grunted.

"You must be pretty popular with parents."

"Their kids find it hilarious," John managed snarky grin. "Probably corrupted a few."

"You're doing great, John," the therapist smiled. "You are making a lot of progress."

"Maybe I should slow down then," he joked. "The sooner I can walk, the sooner I get kicked out on the streets."

"You don't have any family?"

"Tried finding them when I turned eighteen. Turns out, I'm no detective and finding cut off family can be harder than it looks."

"JD," Bruce called.

John's shoulders tensed. "I told you Mouth, not to call me that. Only my br..." he snapped, turning around. He paused and blinked, staring at Bruce.

"I know I look different than that 13-year old you used to know," Bruce started, awkwardly. "But uhm... the hospital found me? I guess? It's..."

"Bruce," John exhaled, staring at him.

"Yeah, JD," Bruce nodded. "It's me. Been a long time huh?"

[justmeinadaze]

We're A Family Part 17 (Steddie X You)

A/N: Thank you for your patience with me. I'm still moving a bit slow but I've been living in my comfort fics while writing a new comfort fic so yeah <3

Warnings: Dads Steddie and Mama Fem Reader, SMUT, mostly near the end with a lot of passion between da boys. FLUFF , we have an adorable addition to the Munson-Harrington crew <3 as well as Ro's birthday. ANGST because I'm me, Steve does something stupid with the best intentions, Him and Eddie get into a fight, Eddie's dad makes a cameo, Eddie talks about first moving in with Wayne, Dylan talks about divorce (dont panic! Its fine. We're all fine. Im not that angsty.) and I think that's it.

Word Count: 5369

“Ok, ladies and gentlemen, what are the bets this time around?” The doctor grins as he looks at your little family. 

“We’re at 3 to 2 with girl being in the lead.”, Steve beams.

“I love it. Let’s take a look.”

It had been about four months since you found out you were pregnant again and this time around was rough. The first few months were spent throwing up pretty much everything you ate and your cravings had been stronger than they had been before. You found yourself getting grumpier and more irritable which the boys didn’t seem to mind, doing everything they could to make things easier. 

You got the house by the lake and everyone (especially Wayne) was excited for the move. Aurora’s birthday was coming up soon which, while still happy, always made you and Eddie nervous. That first year his mom showed up at your door and the two birthdays after she called his phone begging him to come speak at his father’s appeal. 

Steve finally told his mom that you were pregnant with his biological child and she was over the moon. He begged her not to tell his dad and so far she seemed to honor his request. 

“Alright, Munson-Harrington gang. Congratulations, it looks like we have a healthy baby boy!”

***

“Ok, we have to think of a name.”, Eddie mused as he took a bite from the burger on his plate. “What do you think, kid?” Dylan shrugs causing the metalhead to playfully role his eyes. “You’re no help. What about you, my angel?”

“Han.”, Aurora smiles as she chews on her fries.

“I wouldn’t hate that. Harrison Ford in those earlier movies was so sexy.”

Your son makes a face as both men laugh. “You don’t have any special memories with a name? Like I did with Ro?”

Eddie thought for a moment before a smirk crept across his lips. “James.”, he nods, shifting his gaze towards you two. “When my mother left me with Wayne, I was confused. I genuinely thought she would be coming back so I sat on his couch by the door and just waited. Every now and then he would ask if I was ok or if I needed something and I always told him no. Right before dinner that night, he sat at his little table in the trailer with this rickety, old acoustic guitar and started playing Dio’s Rock n’ Roll Children.”, he chuckles. 

Dylan leaned against his side and Eddie lifts his arm to wrap around his shoulders. 

“Now my uncle is a god-awful singer but man could he play. I was so fascinated by how his fingers moved that I got up to sit with him. He smiled, placing a sandwich in front of me and I ate as I watch him. From that moment on, I knew I wanted to play the guitar. It took me a few days to realize Lynn wasn’t back but Wayne was always there with a new song. Anyway…”, he sighs as his voice becomes lighter. “The lead singers name is Ronnie James.”

You and Steve smile at him as you caress his leg under the table with your foot. 

“I like James.”

“Me to.”, the other man agrees. “James Wayne Munson-Harrington.”

#########

 “Oh, Y/N, you guys don’t have to do that.”, Wayne bashfully grins. 

“We know but we’re going to because we want to.” Winking at him, you stick your fork into the cake on the counter. 

“Honey, we have plates.”

“Yes, baby, we do. It’s this thing UNDER the cake.” Steve playfully narrows his eyes in your direction. “Look everyone else said they were full and I’m eating cake for two!”

He holds up his hands defensively as Eddie rounds the corner with Ro who reaches for her grandpa, demanding he hold her. 

“Listen here you. No more birthdays. We’re stopping today at four, understand?”

“No, granpa! I…be…a big girl.”, she declares tossing her hands in the air. 

The phone rings and Steve chuckles as he reaches over to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Hello. This is a collect call from Hawkins Penitentiary from inmate: Al Munson. Will you accept the call and charges?”

The man glances at Eddie who now has a big smile on his face as he tickles Aurora who in turn hides in Wayne’s neck hoping her father can’t reach her. After a few seconds, he hangs up.

“Who was it, baby?”, you ask.

“Wrong number.”

****

Steve’s foot bounces as he waits behind the glass, eyes constantly searching his surroundings. A guard on the other side, opens a door and brings over the prisoner placing him front of the awaiting man. He had never met Eddie’s dad but he had seen a few pictures. The inmate looking at him now was much older and worn by prison life. He did have a lot of his husband’s features especially in the face but his eyes weren’t as soft as Eddies. 

“You’re not my son.”

“No…no I’m not and neither is Eddie.” Allen squinted at his guest in confusion. “Look, I just came down here to tell you and Lynn to leave him alone. Every time we change our number, you guys always find it again and bother him on what is supposed to be a day about his daughter, not you. He spent so much time worried about you both and paying for the sins of everything you guys did to him. It’s time for him to be happy.”

“I see. And what are you going to do if I don’t, Mr. Harrington? Call the cops?”, he snickered. “I have done more than enough time to pay for my own sins. Edward could really help me out here and as my son he should want to.”

“What he wanted was a father and he found that in Wayne when your wife abandoned him. He gave up on you a long time ago.”

“Why are YOU here? Do you speak for him now since you fuck him?” Steve’s eyes narrowed in annoyance at the man’s comment. “Oh yeah. I know about you, him, and that girl…what’s her name. Honestly, I don’t give a shit about any of that. If my son wants to bend over and—”

“Don’t. Don’t fucking finish that sentence, Allen, or I swear God.”, he growled. “Listen, leave him alone and I can help you in here.”

“How can you help me?”

“I have some money set aside. I can give you some to make things a bit easier.”

Eddie’s dad’s jaw clenches as he weighs his options. “$500 a month and we have a deal.”

###########

A few months had passed and your little family had moved into your new home. Right on time to because about a month after James decided he was ready to join the Munson-Harrington clan. 

Aurora was completely fascinated by the new baby. 

“Dada, bra-der tiny.”

“He’s going to be tiny right now, honey. You have to be very careful with him.”

Her eyes widen as she gently pets the top of his head before leaning down to kiss his nose.

One night while he was crying, she watched as Eddie heated up a bottle and rocked him in his arms as he fed him. 

“Daddy, what’s wrong wit James?”

“He’s just hungry, princess. Babies eat EVERYTHING.” He widened his eyes making her laugh. “Do you want to help me?”

She nods, following him to the couch and takes a seat in his lap. Placing her little hand on the bottle, he allows her to hold it up as the baby continues to suck at its contents eagerly. 

Where Ro was a daddy’s girl, James was a mama’s boy. He loved being in your arms the most and the first time he smiled it was because you were kissing his chubby cheeks. 

Dylan, as always, was a wonderful big brother. He helped out where he could and even offered to babysit his siblings every now and then so you and the guys could spend some time alone. 

“Hey mom. I need some money for baseball. They said that we need $100 for boosters and some equipment.”

“Geez, isn’t that what boosters is for? To raise money for you people?” Dylan beams at you as he gives you a hug making you smile. “Steve? Little man needs $100 of baseball.”

“Jesus, why so much?”

You glanced in his direction taken a bit off guard. Usually when it came to the kids, if they needed anything financially, he didn’t think twice. Between the three of you, money wasn’t as tight but with the new baby and house things weren’t as easy as before so you let it go. Dylan answered his question and he dug in his wallet to give his son what he needed.

“Everything alright, babe?”

“Huh? Yeah, you know me. I just want to make sure we have everything, you know?”

Your head tilted to the side as your wife and mother senses started tingling again. He was hiding something but what could it be? If it was something involving a surprise for you or the kids his face and body language would normally radiate excitement. Something was wrong. 

“Hey, Dylan, do you mind keeping an eye on the other weirdos while I talk to Steve for a minute?”

He nods as you grab the man’s hand and tug him out towards the back porch. 

############

When Eddie got home from work, he found you sitting on the couch gnawing on your thumb as Steve paced in the living room. His eyes found yours as you motioned for him to come sit beside you. 

“Is everything ok? Where are the kids?”

“I asked my sister to watch them so the three of us could talk.” You softly smile as you kiss his cheek. “Steve has something he needs to tell you.”

“Okay? What’s going on, Stevie?”

The way Eddie looked up at him with concerned eyes made him feel so much worse at what he was about to tell him. 

“Um, so, remember how on Aurora’s birthday, you were ecstatic because your mom hadn’t called? Well, uh, your father actually called from prison that day. I answered and hung up on him.”

As the man spoke, you kept your eyes on the metalhead’s face as it slowly fell.

“I-I-I went down there to see him, Ed, and I warned him to leave you alone. He said he needed you and was tired of being in jail, that he and Lynn wouldn’t stop until you showed up at an appeal. So…” Steve’s panicked gaze shifted your way before he looked directly at the man he loved. “For the past few months, I’ve been paying Allen $500 to leave you alone.”

Eddie’s jaw tightened as he tilted his head subtly towards you. 

“Did you know about this?”, he whispered.

“No. I just found out everything today.”

He nodded as he rose to his feet, placing himself in front of Steve. 

“Eddie, I swear, I was trying to make things easier for you. I hated—”

The metalhead’s fist flew knocking the man backwards before climbing on top of him and swinging his arms. 

“Eddie, baby! Stop!” You tried to break them apart but he was too strong. Quickly, prepared for anything, you pushed a few buttons on your phone, sending a text to the one person you knew could get through to him. Three minutes later, Wayne flew in and pried his nephew off the man beneath him. 

“Hey! That is enough! I need you calm down, son.”

“How dare you fucking go behind my back like that, Steven! I told you both NOT to go down there!”

“I was trying to help!”

“By giving him money that can be used for our family, you fucking asshole! You think this is going to stop him?!” He tried to charge at the man again but his uncle held him back. “You have no idea what he’s like. I do!”

“Steve, maybe, you should go for a drive or something. Let him cool down.” He glanced your way and you softly nodded in agreement causing the man to hang his head as he quietly left the house. “Now you look at me, Ed.” Wayne grabbed the metalhead’s face forcing him to focus as he murmured low enough so only he could hear. 

“Eddie, I know you’re angry. I completely understand that but I need you breathe, ok? Your kids may not be here but Y/N is and she’s worried.” His chocolate eyes glanced at your concerned face as you hugged your arms around your body. “There you go. Can you sit on the couch calmly?”

He nods as he moves to take a seat. Without looking your way, his ringed fingers gesture for you to come closer and he pulls you onto his lap, hugging you to his chest. 

“I’m sorry if I scared you.”

“You didn’t. When he told me what he did, I was angry to. Not just because of what he did but because I knew it would hurt you. Eddie, you know how Steve is. He genuinely thought he was protecting you.”

“No. No, Y/N. This is serious. This isn’t like when you went to his mom for money so he could go to school. My father isn’t someone who can be trusted. So many things can go wrong that can get Steve in real trouble. I…”, he shakes his head as he feels his anger rise again. 

“Baby, I’m not excusing what he did but, maybe, if you explain to him more about your father and how this could backfire—”

“Which I could have done if he came to me first.”

“I know, honey. I know.”, you coo as you rub his chest. “Wayne, would you like to stay here? You’re more than welcome. Plus, I’m sure the kids would love to see you when they come back tomorrow.”

***

Eddie’s uncle did spend the night while Steve ended up sleeping a hotel. He texted you letting you know where he was and that he thought it was best to give his husband some space. 

The two youngest kids were excited to see their grandpa when they got home but Dylan sensed something was wrong especially when he walked in and noticed his dad wasn’t there. 

“Is it because I asked for money?”

“No, baby. No.”, you whispered as you kissed his forehead. “He’ll be home later.”

Your answer didn’t seem to sooth him as he sat next to Wayne and watched him try to make James smile. 

“Sir, you have the fattest little belly I have ever seen. I could just…”, he made munching noises in his stomach making the baby giggle as he scrunched his head into his shoulders. 

“Beep beep.”, Aurora parroted as the front door opened and Steve cautiously entered the home. “Dada!” She ran to his arms and he scooped her up giving her a big hug. “Dada, you have an ouch.” When she pointed to the light swelling where Eddie had hit him, he flinched slightly. 

“Yeah, dada is dumb.”

“No.”, she giggled before pointing at Wayne. “Granpa is here. He…he’s making…bra-der happy.”

Dylan’s eyes scanned Steve carefully as he sat across from him in one of the chairs. “You alright, dad?”

“I’m fine, dude. I just missed you guys.”, he smiles. 

You come around the corner and playfully swat at Ro’s curls before tickling her neck with your finger. “You. Scoot so I can say hi to dada.”

“Mama! Stop.”, she laughs as she slides down and sticks her tongue out at you. “You’re mean!”

You laugh along with her as you climb onto Steve’s lap and wrap your arms around his neck. 

“Are you okay?”

“No. I hurt someone I love. He should have hit me harder.”

“Baby…”, you sigh as you press your forehead to his cheek. “We’re going to talk again later after the kids go to bed especially since he’s had time to calm down and process everything.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys. I know I should have—” You fingers cut him off as you place them on his lips. 

“We have eyes on us. Later, ok?”

Steve’s own orbs scan the room finding Dylan watching you both as well as Aurora before she smiles and waves in your direction.

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One benefit of having three parents in the house is everyone can focus on one of the kids at any given time. After coming in to check on Ro and kiss her, Eddie stayed behind to tuck her in. As you passed Dylan on the couch downstairs, you poked your head into James’s room to find Steve with a sleeping infant in his arms.

“Alright, my love.”, you exhaled as you dramatically plopped your body down next to your son. “Time for you to go upstairs and get ready for bed.” Silently, he turns off the tv and begins to stand but you tug on the back of his shirt, bringing him down into your arms. “I know you and I know your big, beautiful brain. You’re a worrier like me. You didn’t do anything wrong, ok? You know we don’t mind giving you money for something you enjoy.”

“Everything got weird after I asked.”

“And that has nothing to do with you. Believe it or not, adults have issues sometimes that don’t involve their kids.” Dylan chuckled at your sarcasm as you kissed his cheek.

“I just don’t want to be the reason you guys get divorced or something.” 

As he began to stand, you quickly yank him back again. “Baby, they aren’t Charlie. Just because Steve wasn’t here this morning doesn’t mean that we’re going to break up. The three of us have been together too long and been through too much. And…”, you sigh hating the thoughts that fill your mind as you continue. “Playing the devil’s advocate here, if for some reason we ever did break up, I assure you no matter what, that reason would never be because of you guys or anything you did.”

Dylan smiles as he hugs you before getting to his feet and pulling you up with him. As Eddie comes down the stairs, he meets him half and tugs him into a hug.

“I love you, kid.”

“I love you to.” 

The moment he hears his footsteps bang up to his room, Steve appears and softly smiles in your direction. 

“Counseling degree at work again?”

“No, that would be my mom degree. I saw it on his face when you came home. Even though he knows you guys aren’t like Charlie, I think there’s still a part of him that feels like he could lose you at if one thing goes wrong.”

“I know the feeling.”, Eddie mumbles as he shuffles his feet. “Sometimes I was afraid Wayne would give up on me to. Obviously, that never happened.”

Your hand gently rubs his back and you gesture with your head for you three to head for the bedroom. 

***

The silence was deafening as you sat on the bed near the headboard as Eddie placed himself on the edge with his chin near his chest. Steve pulled one of the chairs from the living room so he could sit in front of you both, fidgeting with his fingers as he waited for someone to speak. 

“Did he ask you for money or did you offer?”, the metalhead asked. 

“I offered. He came up with the amount.”

“Steven, what do you know about prison? In general, I mean.”

“Uh…”

“Did you know that things are snuck in all the time? Drugs, weapons, food, etc.” Steve shook his head. “Did you know he can use your money to get shit like that or give to other inmates to do that? Did you know that people could find out where he’s getting so much money from and send people to harass you for the same treatment?”

When the man shook his head again, his eyes downcast towards the floor in shame. 

“Do you know how I know that? The first time my father went in Wayne tried to help him by sending him $100 a month. A couple months later he asked for more and my uncle told him no. The next day someone broke into his trailer and stole half his shit. We learned later Allen owed some people inside money and when they found out he would be getting out soon they wanted it all upfront. When Wayne told him no, my dad told them where he had been getting the cash from so they sent people to get the rest however they could. Thankfully, he was at work that night.”

“Eddie, I…”

“You’d think prison would reform him but it doesn’t. That’s why he’s there, Steve. He does the same shit in there that he did when he was out. He cons people or steals from them and every time he always loses.”, he sighs angerly. “And that’s just one of the many reasons I’m pissed. We just had a fucking baby, Steven! $500 barely covers half of what he needs, plus Aurora and Dylan’s essentials. That’s for the kids. The three of us need things to including this house!”

You scoot closer and wrap your arms around him as you lean against his shoulder. You had never seen him like this. When he had gotten angry with his mom at Ro’s first birthday that was one thing. Right now, this was fury out of fear for you five and something that could have been avoided if—

“But I think what pisses me off the most is you didn’t fucking talk to me. I have always been up front with you when it came to your parents and especially your dad. Your dad isn’t like mine Steve. He could get someone fucking killed and I’ll be damned if it’s someone in my family. I don’t just ignore him and Lynn for me. I do it to protect you guys. It’s a simple thing and you made it way more complicated.”

A tear escaped down Steve’s cheek that he quickly wiped away as he sat up straighter and cleared his throat.

“I’m, um…I’m sorry, Eddie. You’re right. I should have talked to you, both of you. No matter what my intentions were. I—”

“Don’t do that.”, you cut him off. “Don’t do that authoritative, businessman style voice and dialogue you do because you think it’s what people want to hear.” His eyes roll as his leans forward and his leg bounces. “Be honest, Steve. Be yourself.”

“When he called you were making Aurora laugh, Ed, while Wayne was holding her. Y/N, you were eating cake out of the pan with a fork because you were pregnant and you and Dylan were leaning against each other smiling…it was perfect. A perfect fucking day without Charlie causing problems or Lynn calling to trigger his pain. My dad wasn’t appearing out of nowhere to fuck shit up or you mom to remind you that you’re still the town whore!” Steve’s beautiful brown irises looked at anything but you two as he tried to control his emotions. 

“For this one moment, everything was exactly as it should be. Then your dad called, Eddie, reminding me something was always waiting…looming in the background to fuck everything up. So, yeah, I went down there to protect us; to protect you. Motherfucker is lucky there was glass between us.”, he growled. “With Lynn and Allen, I don’t know how you turned out so fucking amazing. I can understand why you would want them out of your life for good.” Steve shrugs as he leans back again. “Since I couldn’t hit him and I couldn’t convince him, I did the only other thing I could think of.”

“Well thank God you didn’t become a businessman like your dad wanted or he would have lost a ton of money.” Their eyes meet for the first time since they entered the room as they both let a breathy chuckle. “Steve, when will you realize that you don’t have to protect us and be the hero alone?”

The baby monitor starts to light up and you hastily get up before they can to check on James. 

“I’m sorry I hit you.”

Steve got up from his chair to sit beside Eddie and wrapped his arms around him like you had. 

“It’s okay. I’m sorry I lied to you. I’m so fucking sorry, babe.”

The metalhead sighs using his fingers to lift his chin and bring his lips to his. 

“Even though I’m mad at you, I still love you. I hope you know that.”

The boy nods as he kisses his lips again before trailing them down his cheek to his shoulder. 

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Allen glances at the three Munson-Harrington adults, sitting on the other side of the glass before really taking in his son in front of him.

Eddie knew he’d have to go down to the prison to fix what Steve had done but you were surprised when he asked you two to join him. On the drive there, he inhaled one cigarette after the other until you reached over and stole his pack so he wouldn’t overdo it. While you waited, his eyes darted around as he occasionally babbled to block out his internal panic. 

“It’s been a while since I’ve been here. The last time was when I was 10, I think. My mom brought me and I remember them arguing about him being stuck in here. She said she couldn’t handle me alone.”, he shakily laughed. “Actually, it was more ‘what am I supposed to do with him.’”

“Eddie…”  Turning his head, you kiss his lips as you caress his cheek with your thumb. “Everything is going to be ok. We’re right here with you.”

He nodded before gazing at Steve who was glaring into the void as Eddie reached to hold his hand before leaning to whisper in his ear. “Come back to me, sweetheart. I need you.”

“Well shit.”, Allen sarcastically smiled. “To what do I owe the pleasure? Your boyfriend and I already came up with an arrangement so you didn’t need to come down here.”

“Husband. Not boyfriend. Always glad to know you’re just happy to see me, Allen.”

“Allen? Really? You call Wayne daddy now?”

“More or less for the last about 18 years.” They glare at each other before Eddie snickers. “You’re not even going to pretend to be nice to win me over, are you? I have no idea why you or Lynn would ask me to lie for you if you can’t even say something civil like ‘Hey Ed. Nice to see you.’”

You intertwine your fingers with his as your heart breaks. This was probably just a taste of what little Edward Munson experienced and it killed you. 

“Look, we weren’t planning on staying for long. I just wanted to tell you the money Steve has been sending stops now and if you tell anyone that my family gave you that, I swear to God, I will make it my personal mission to make your life a living hell in here. You think things are bad now…”

You’d be lying if you didn’t say his dominance turned you on. There was nothing sexier to you than seeing them both be protective over you and the kids. Usually, it was Steve acting as protector and when he did it with Mr. Osbourne it drove you crazy. Hearing Eddie do it now was not only making you proud of him but excited to jump him later. 

“Fine but in return I want you to go the appeal for me.”

“No, that won’t be happening either and let me tell you why. If you keep calling me, sending letters, or any other bullshit like that, I will come to your appeal but it won’t be on your behalf. I’ll remind the judge that you’re a scam artist and a fucking car thief but I’ll also enlighten them on what a great father you were to me between the black eyes and verbal assaults.”

Eddie leans closer to the glass as his eyes burn into the man on the other side. 

“I am not a kid anymore. You two think you can still bully me but you’re wrong. You both need me way more than I need you.”

With that, he rises from the chair to leave before pausing and gesturing towards his father to wait with his index finger. Abruptly, he grabs Steve’s collar and tugs his lips to his for a passionate kiss. When he finally lets him go, the other man smirks, drunk off Eddie’s taste alone as the metalhead flips off his dad and turns to leave him behind. 

****

About a mile down the road from the prison, Eddie swerved his van into an empty area, hurling off his seatbelt and shoving Steve into the back where you had been sitting. You stayed out of the way, allowing the metalhead to take control. There was a sense of urgency in their kisses, both needing each other in that moment. Eddie needed to convey to him that he could take care of him to and Steve showing him that he could willing give up that urge to control for his husband to take be there for him.  

As they shoved down their pants, you slid your fingers down your own, rubbing your clit as you watched Eddie spit in his hand and stroke his cock before breaching Steve’s entrance. 

“Fuck, yes. I love you so much, baby. Let-Let me take care of you.”

All Steve could do was nod as he wrapped his arms around him and clung to him as Eddie pumped into him harder. His ring lined hand reached out into the air and it took you a moment to realize he was trying to find you. As you leaned into his touch he yanked the back of your neck, bringing your lips to his.

When he dipped his fingers into your jeans and between your legs, he couldn’t help but smile against your lips. 

“You’re so wet, princess. You like watching us together?”

Your own palm held the back of his from the outside of your pants as you rested your forehead on his. 

“I like watching you—mmm—take care of us. I love you, Eddie. I’m so proud of you.”

He heavily sighed as he thrust into you both faster. Hearing Steve loudly grunt, you two watch him as his face scrunches and he releases his spend near the bottom of his tummy. Eddie grins as you push against his hand, guiding his pace until he feels you shutter and cum on his fingers.  As you collapse next to Steve, he leans over the boy’s face as he chases his high. 

“You’re both so—f-fuck—fucking pretty when you cum.”

Watching with half lidded eyes, you softly smile as Steve reaches up to caress his face, listening as he whispers sweetly to him. 

“I love you to, honey. So fucking much. Cum, Eddie, please. We want to see it. I want to feel you fill me up. You…you deserve to…fuck…” He struggled to get the last few words out as the metalhead pumped into him so hard you imagined the van was shaking from the outside. They both grunted at the feeling as the boy came inside of him and like you collapsed on his other side.

The three of you panted as you starred at the ceiling. 

“I am sorry I put you in this position, Munson.”

“I mean… I put you in this position but you know me…I’m open to any and all positions as long as it feels good for everyone.”

They smile when you giggle as Steve shakes his head playfully. “You’re so stupid.”

“You don’t have to keep apologizing. I forgive you, Harrington.” He leans up on his elbow to kiss him before dramatically leaning across him to do the same with you. “Alright, you two recharge and I’ll drive us home.”

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In his own words: Christian Horner on world champion Max Verstappen

Verstappen won another world title on Saturday.

written by: Christian Horner, originally published on The Independent, 08, October 2023 [x]

I remember raising it to Helmut Marko – Red Bull’s motorsport consultant – that this kid looks the real deal. Helmut watched him at the Norisring in Germany and he was convinced.

There was interest from Niki Lauda and Mercedes, but Red Bull could take him to Formula One immediately. So, he came to us a very young age. He was 16. And I remember in his very first outing for us – a demonstration run in Rotterdam – he took the front wing off the car! But you could tell in the seat fitting the confidence he had for a young guy was exceptional.

All of the drivers that came through the junior categories learned their trade out of the spotlight, but Max became the youngest driver in Formula One ever. He was only 17. Every move and every mistake he made was scrutinised.

Jean Todt, who was the FIA president at the time, changed the regulations to ensure someone as young and inexperienced as Max could not enter F1. There will never be a driver that moves so rapidly from karting to F1 again. But the way he dealt with it mentally made him a standout character.

It was obvious in his first full F1 season when he drove for Red Bull’s sister team Toro Rosso, that he was an emerging talent, and at the beginning of 2016 he was performing beyond the capability of the car.

Daniil Kvyat was struggling, and there was a lot of interest in Max. We made the decision to move him to Red Bull at the Spanish Grand Prix.

Mercedes did their thing when Lewis Hamilton and Nico Rosberg crashed into each other on the first lap and Max, who started fourth which was already stunning, made the one-stop strategy work to win in his first Grand Prix with the team. He became the sport’s youngest ever winner, aged 18. It was a fairytale. Max had arrived.

He won races in 2017 and 2018, and in 2019 he became the team leader following Daniel Ricciardo’s departure to Renault. He grew up, and it was a transformative year for him.

In 2021 we had a car and an engine that could take the fight to Mercedes, and that season will go down as one of the most competitive sporting duels the sport has ever had.

From the first race in Bahrain through to Abu Dhabi, Max and Lewis were like two heavyweights going up against each other. Max was a dog with a bone. He wouldn’t let it go. And you couldn’t script that they would head to the final race tied on points.

Max was very cool. He put the car on pole, and we took our opportunity under the final safety car. Max had one lap to get the job done. I don’t think Lewis expected Max to attack in the corner that he did, and people overlook that he still had to beat Lewis. He still had to win the race. It wasn’t about two unlapped backmarkers. It was about Max reacting to the circumstances and getting the job done. And under the most intense pressure he did just that. He sent it down the inside and the whole place went bananas.

To see him and his father, Jos, celebrate was a very special moment because it was the culmination of all the effort that his father had put into him at a very young age. Max achieved his goal, and anything after that was the icing on the cake, because for him, it was all about becoming a world champion.

Max has still got all the tenacity he had when he got in the car as a 17-year-old, but he now marries that with experience. Outside of the car, he is a normal guy, too. He has his feet on the ground and he hasn’t had his head turned by fame and fortune. He still loves racing, and he has got good, grounded principals.

He is competitive and wears his heart on his sleeve. He is very honest. He will give you everything, but he expects everything in return.

He can go on to achieve so much more. We are riding a wave at the moment, and we want to continue riding that wave for as long as we can.

Will Max be in Formula One for a long, long time? I don’t think so. He has ambitions beyond F1 and beyond racing. And at 26, 36 seems a long way away.

We have a long-term agreement with him until 2028, and he has always said he will be happy to start and end his career here, but motivation will be a crucial factor.

[mamaestapa]

Room For One More

•pairing : Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/n Hubbard, the younger sister of Cincinnati Bengals Defensive End Sam Hubbard, finds herself in a difficult situation after a steamy hookup with her brothers best friend, who just so happens to be the quarterback for the Bengals. In just nine months their lives will be changed forever. How will Y/n and Joe manage to to go through parenthood together? more so, how will Sam take the news he is going to be the uncle of his best friends baby?

•chapter summary: You and Joe take an important step to make sure your baby will always have both parents present. Soak in the sweet moments before the angst begins…

•word count: 3.3k

•warnings: pregnancy, fluff, mentions of confrontation and angst, mentions of sex, I think that's all?

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March 17, 2023

4 months pregnant

You did one last look through your apartment before you headed down to the front office of the complex to return your key. Today, you are moving out of your little one bedroom apartment in Cincinnati, and moving into a much bigger and better space.

That space being Joe's home.

That's right, you are moving in with Joe.

Joe asked you to move in with him when the two of you shared a moment with each other after the gender reveal party. Dancing to music with the sunset in the background brought out all of the emotions shared between you and Joe that day...

~7 days earlier~

Joe smiled down at you as you confessed your love to him. He felt his heart swell with joy at your words. It made him feel like he was 20 years old again, telling you how much he loved you at Ohio State.

Well, he never did get to tell you he loved you all those years ago. That moment was ripped away from Joe by your older brother...

But he has been, and always will be in love with you.

As "Crash Into Me" finished playing, the opening chords of Lifehouse's "Everything" began to play. You and Joe continued to sway along to the slow, soft music. The two of you cherishing the moment with just each other, and the little boy in your belly. As much as you enjoyed the moment, both of you knew there was still so much you had to talk about.

Your relationship status...well, you did just confess your love for one another. That's enough reassurance for now.

Sam not coming to the gender reveal...you'd be seeing him in a couple weeks for his wife Emma's baby shower anyways. You could confront him then.

The OSU situation the came to light that you have yet to discuss...that can be saved for another time. No need to ruin a perfect moment with something like that.

But Joe knew that right now, in the moment, there was something more important he needed to discuss with you than those three things.

“Y/n” Joe said softly, making you hum in response. The look on Joe’s face made you furrow your eyebrows slightly. His adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped nervously. Joe averted his gaze from yours, making you move your hand from behind his back to his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. Joe brought his gaze back to you as he smiled softly. He seemed like he had something to say, something important.

“What is it Joe?” You asked as you began to absentmindedly rub his shoulder with your thumb.

Joe sucked in a breath before giving you a look of apprehension. The look on his face was starting to concern you a bit.

He let out the breath he was holding before saying, “I was thinking a couple days ago. It’s just a thought and you don’t need to give me an answer yet.”

You cocked your head to the side, slightly confused, “Okay?…”

What was it that Joe could be so worried to talk to you about? You pondered as he had

“I want our baby—our son, to,” his hands traveled to the sides of your swollen tummy as he sighed, “to have both parents around in his life, all the time.”

“He will Joe, I-.”

“We don’t need to rush into anything—relationship wise that is, but I think it would be good if you,” he sighed, closing his mouth and deciding not to finish his thought.

You frowned, “Good if I what?”

“If you move in with me.” Joe finished, his mouth forming in a straight line and heart pounding in his chest as he waited anxiously for your response.

Your mouth fell open at his suggestion. Move in with him? That’s a pretty big step.

“You don’t have to, Y/n. I just thought-.”

“Okay.” You cut him off. You know it’s the right thing to do for your baby. Even if you and Joe aren’t together, it’s a good idea for your baby boy to have some stability in his life when it’s time for him to enter the world.

Joe’s breath hitched, “Yeah?”

A small smile pulled at your lips. “Yeah,” you nodded, “I’ll move in with you.”

~4 days later~

Moving your sunglasses up to your forehead and off of of your face, you took a deep breath as you knocked on the door in front of you. You stepped back from the door and crossed your arms over your chest, letting them rest on your belly. As you stood outside the door, you heard a muffled voice and heavy footsteps grow closer. The door swung open, Joe greeting you with a small smile as he dried his hair with a towel.

"Y/n, hi." He sounded a little shocked to see you.

"Hey Joe,"you smiled slightly, sucking in a breath and letting out a light laugh, "got room for one more?" you asked, gesturing to the car in the driveway full of your belongings. A grin broke out on Joe's face at your words. He was so excited for you to move in with him, spending late nights and early mornings cleaning the house and preparing rooms for both you and the baby.

"Yeah," he nodded, his smile growing, "I think I do."

You smiled in response, "Good because I've already packed everything up and i'm too lazy to move it all back to my apartment." Joe tossed is bath towel to the floor. He chuckled as he stepped onto the concrete and walked up to where you stood. Joe grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers with your as he walked with you to your car. You didn't have much, but you still had a significant amount of boxes piled into your car. You knew you wouldn't be able to carry everything in yourself, nor would Joe even allow you to do that. So it was nice to have Joe's help carrying in everything.

About four trips to the car and ten boxes later, all of your belongings were now inside of Joe's house.

Joe grunted as he picked up and placed the last box labeled "kitchen items" on the granite island. He wiped his forehead, "Phew," he breathed out, "that's the last one." You smiled, "Thank you for helping me."

Joe nodded, "It's no problem. I didn't want you to carry anymore than you already did at your apartment," he gestured to your bump, "I don't want you or the baby to get hurt." He cared so much for that little peanut growing in your belly. It just warmed your heart. Joe is going to be a great dad.

"Don't worry," you reassured Joe, "I had help from a really nice guy who lived down the hall from me. He happens to be an athletic trainer, so carrying all those boxes was nothing to him."

Joe scoffed, "I wish i could say the same..." he begrudgingly glanced at his biceps, "You've got a lot of stuff, Y/n." Joe finished as you reached out to touch his bicep. It was bulging out of his black compression shirt more than usual. "It looks like you're working on it though..." you trailed off, "you've got some more muscle than usual. I like it."

Joe just chuckled at you as you scrunched your nose up at him. Pulling your hand away you sighed softly. "But I know, I do. If it makes you feel any better though, I think you looked much better carrying those boxes than Ryan did." you said with a teasing smile. Joe just smiled sheepishly, "Thanks."

The air was tense as the two of you stood in Joe's kitchen, surrounded by boxes full of unpacked items and memories. As you stood together, Joe's blue eyes left yours, traveling down to your lips instead. His chest rose with a deep breath as he then brought his eyes back to yours again. The air was so tense in the moment as your breath hitched, expecting to feel Joe's lips on yours. Joe wanted to lean in for a kiss, but he held back, instead snapping out the moment as he nervously rubbed his palms on his shorts.

"So uh," he cleared his throat, "how about we unpack all this tomorrow?" he gestured to the boxed behind him. "I'm sure it's been an exhausting day for you, and you need rest."

As Joe said the word "rest", you yawned. You were pretty exhausted. Moving is a lot of work, especially when you're pregnant.

"Yeah" you said, rubbing your tired eyes, "sleep does sound pretty great right now." Joe chuckled as he nodded. He pushed himself off of the counter and waved you over as he exited the kitchen. "Follow me, I'll show you your room."

You followed Joe up the flight of stairs to where the bedrooms were. You followed him down the hallway, walking past his film room, an empty bedroom and his bedroom, before finally making it to the guest bedroom at the end of the hall. Joe stopped in front of the door, opening the door for you and letting you walk into the room before him.

"You're welcome to stay in the guest bedroom, but," his voice grew soft as he gestured down the hallway, " just know there's room in there too..."

Joe was referring to his bedroom. You gave him a teasing smirk as you said, "Your film room?" Joe rolled his eyes at your playful remark. "Duh." was all he said, making both of you chuckle softly. You thought it was sweet of him to offer his room to you too, but you figured you would stay in the guest bedroom.

It just makes things easier. For both you and Joe.

"I appreciate that, thank you." you said genuinely. You gestured to the queen sized bed with the dark gray comforter, "but I think I'll be fine in here."

Joe nodded, "Yeah, I just wanted to offer that space to you. What's mine is yours now, I guess." You smiled, "Yeah, I guess so."

It felt weird to be living in the same house as Joe. But it was a good weird. This was something you dreamed if years ago, and now that dream is finally coming true. And boy would Sam kill you if he found out...

Speaking of Sam, you still haven't talked to him since the night you told him that you're pregnant. You're still upset that he didn't show up at the gender reveal, and you know that Joe is just as upset as you are, too. However, the two of you will get to confront him in a few days.

His wife Emma is having her baby shower soon. She invited you and Joe, meaning you'll have to see Sam. Seeing Sam means you will finally get the opportunity to confront him about everything. His reaction to the baby...why he's been avoiding you and Joe...why he didn't show up to the gender reveal...why he was responsible for Joe leaving you behind all those years ago...

It all made you so angry. He's your brother. Your built in best friend. Why did he have to be such a dick about the whole situation? Yeah his best friend knocked you up, but Sam has done much shittier things to you and Joe.

If anyone should be the dick in this situation, it should be you and Joe. Not Sam.

But you have some piece of mind knowing that you will get the chance to confront him about everything in just a few days.

You and Joe stood in the guest bedroom that is now your bedroom, silence falling between the two of you. You glanced around the room, taking in the simplicity of it. The room was just like Joe's whole home. Simple and Cozy.

You couldn't help the yawn that escaped your lips as you looked longingly at the bed, ready for a good nights sleep in your new home.

Joe must have noticed your yawn because he couldn't help but chuckle at you before speaking up. "I'll let you get ready for bed." he said softly, giving you a small smile. You thanked him quietly as you moved to pull the covers down. You stopped yourself as you realized that all of your things were still sitting in their boxes downstairs in the kitchen. You didn't feel like going back downstairs to find your clothes, and you certainly didn't want Joe to either. You pulled your hand away from the bed, turning to look at Joe who had just stepped out of the bedroom.

"Hey Joe?" you called out. He stopped in his tracks and turned around, giving you a soft smile as he made eye contact with you. "Yeah?"

"I don't have anything to wear tonight. I mean I do, but, all of my stuff is still downstairs, and I don't really feel like going down there right now." you explained. Joe nodded, "I'll bring you a shirt."

You smiled, "Thanks Joe." He just smiled at you before turning back around, and continuing to walk down the hall to his bedroom. He returned a couple minutes later with a purple LSU t-shirt in his hand. He stood in the doorway, "Here," he said as he threw the t-shirt at you. "you can sleep in this tonight."him.

You caught the shirt, smiling softly at him as you did so, "Thanks, i'll be right back."

Joe nodded as you went to the bathroom to quickly change. After you finished changing, you went back into the bedroom. Joe was laying on the right side of the bed, scrolling through his phone. His head snapped up when he heard your footsteps on the vinyl floor. Joe smiled at the sight of you in his t-shirt. It reminded him of the morning after your hookup. What great memories...

Joe looked up at you with his soft blue eyes as he patted the left side of the bed. You walked over to the bed and carefully sat down next to him. Once you were comfortable, Joe sat up against the headboard. His eyes made their way to your lower tummy.

"Awe," he crooned, "look at that." he smiled, pointing to your clothed abdomen. You looked down, smiling when you saw the tiny baby bump poke through the shirt you were wearing. When you were standing, the shirt hung loosely on your body. But while you were sitting up in bed, it hugged your small bump. You brought your hand down to your belly, stroking over the fabric of Joe's shirt. You let the palm of your hand rest against the side of your belly as you grabbed Joe's right hand, gently placing it on the side opposite of yours. Joe smiled as he stroked your swollen tummy with his thumb, giving his unborn child a hello. The moment making your heart swell with so much love and happiness. You would stay like this forever if you could.

You closed your eyes, humming in content, "I could stay like this forever." Joe hummed in response, "Mhm, me too."

The two of you sat in your bed for a few more minutes, both of your hands sprawled out over your bump as Joe spoke to his son. He finished talking to the baby boy, giving your tummy a soft kiss before pulling away and getting out of your bed.

"You should get some sleep." he said softly, "come get me if you need anything, OK?" You nodded, a warm smile on your face as you said, "I will. I think I'll be fine though."

You and Joe bid each other goodnight, both of you going your separate ways for the night. You turned on the ceiling fan above the bed and turned the lights off before you crawled into bed. As soon as you were comfortable, you placed a hand on the middle of your bump and closed your eyes, trying your best to fall fast asleep.

You promised Joe you would be fine...but you weren't.

A couple hours had passed and all you had done was restlessly toss and turn, with your eyes wide open. You couldn't seem to get comfortable enough to fall asleep. Huffing out a sigh, you sat up in bed and grabbed your phone from the bedside table. You let out a groan as you read the time.

1:19.

You let out another sigh as you pulled your phone off of the charger. You pulled the covers off of your body and got out of bed. You didn't want to bother Joe, but you knew you wouldn't get any sleep tonight if you didn't. The truth is, you just didn't want to be alone. You wanted someone to hold you close tonight. You wanted that someone to be Joe. You reluctantly walked down the hallway, stopping in his doorway as you saw Joe's face lit up from the screen of his phone. He looked so comfortable and at peace as he just laid in bed. Part of you felt guilty for disturbing him, but at the same time, he did tell you to come get him if you needed anything, and you did need something...

You took a deep breath before you spoke, "Joe?"

Joe reached over and turned the bedside lamp on, his face immediately etched with concern as he noticed you standing in his doorway.

"Are you OK? Is something wrong with the baby?" He asked, reaching for the covers and getting ready to jump out of bed. You shook your head, "I'm fine, so is the baby." you reassured, smiling slightly as you noticed his shoulders and face both immediately relax at your reassurance. "I just can't sleep is all." You said, voice barely above a whisper. Joe frowned as he gazed at you. His eyes fell to your middle. He sighed softly as he reached over to pull the covers down on the other side of his bed.

"C'mere." was all Joe said. You smiled softly at him as you cautiously made your way over to his bed. You laid down next to Joe as he leaned to the side to turn the lamp off. Once you were both laying in bed, Joe pulled the covers up over both of your bodies.

"You comfy?" he asked. You nodded as you closed your tired eyes, "Yeah."

A couple minutes of silence passed before Joe spoke again, "Do you need anything."

You opened your eyes, debating on what to say. You could lie and say "no" or you could tell him the truth.

"Just you." You said quietly in response. You felt Joe shift next to you as soon as the words left your mouth. He brought himself closer to your body, slowly bringing an arm down to your waist. He gently pulled you close to him, holding you against his body. The hand on your waist migrating over to the middle of your tummy. This felt so right. For both you and Joe.

"Better?" he asked. You hummed, putting your hand over his as you closed your eyes. "Much."

You could hear the smile in his voice as he said, "Good."

"Good night, Joe." You said quietly. Joe squeezed you gently in his warm embrace, "Good night, Y/n. Sleep well."

With that the two of you fell asleep in each others arms. Neither one of you even knowing about the craziness that was about to impact your lives in a few days...

hey loves!!

first of all i want to apologize for how rushed and bad this was lol. definitely not my best work! BUT it is just a filler chapter.

there’s some pretty angsty/crazy/heavy stuff coming very soon, so be prepared and like i said, soak up all the sweet moments in this series while you can…

i’m so sorry this took me forever to update. i had a little writers block with it, but i knew i just needed to push through it! thank you for your continued love and support. it means so much to me!!🤍🤍

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[ijustliketoreadstuff]

I will now list my favorite things about each S5 episode, I'll list one thing to keep it short

 1.finding out Fu met Ladybug and Cat Noir in the past. It could have been anyone who helped him that day in "Origins", but he always knew it would be them.

2.Adrien attempting to greet Marinette with a kiss on the cheek. It's normal for Parisians(and others I imagine) but for a lot of us it tends to only happen with people you feel the most comfortable and closest to.

3.Marinette actively being the image of stress and responsibility piled onto one young person as she tries to think ahead and plan for the worst possible outcome.

4.Ladybug checking Mr. Damocles pocket in hopes there really is a clue to Monarch's location.

5.The cafeteria identity reveal, it was chaotic gold *chefs kiss

6.Luka purposely trying to make Adrien jealous to get him to realize his feelings for Marinette.   ufvbhgfvbnjhgv!!! XD

7.Nathalie accepting Emelie's blessing to be a mother to Adrien.

8. The miraculous ancestor making their official debut into the show.

9. Marinette being open about her frustrations and telling everyone its unfair she be the only one who shouldn't love whomever she wants.

10. Alya and Zoe becoming the new(but still temporary) holders of the ladybug and cat miraculous.

11.Adrien unknowingly defying his father and taking back the ladybug earrings from him.

12.Everyone adding their phone numbers to Kagami's contacts so she knows they are all there for her.

13.Luka's vision shifting back and forth between viewing Marinette and Adrien as civilians and heroes.

14. Sabrina gradually realizing that Chloe has no respect for her.

15.Marinette making the effort to not fall back into her old habits, but still struggling none the less cause its hard.

16.Adrien switching to his pajamas so Marinette doesn't feel embarrassed about showing up to the mansion in her pajamas.

17. Marinette being considerate of Zoe's feelings while giving her a proper rejection.

18.Amalie realizing that the rich people she spent her whole life trying to please and fit into is filled with terrible people who don't care about her or her family.

19.Marinette standing up to Gabriel and not taking any of his smack talking, she was ruthless and it was glorious.

20.Lila collecting blackmail, she's evil, but man is she good at it.

21. Lila finally being exposed as a liar, I've waited 80 years(not really) for this very moment.

22. Adrien being rebellious and talking back to his dad, with mom-I mean Nathalie fully supporting him. Him saying bye to Nathalie and not Gabriel was a nice cherry on top.

23. Marinette refusing to let Chloe belittle and hurt her once again.

24. Adrien's nightmare and him still retaining that nightmare. The chaos, the desperation, the drama, holy smokes it was awesome. (I like chaos)

25 and 26. All of it.....all of it

[jamiesfootball]

Augusnippets Day 14

Prompt: gifts

cw: implied/referenced child abuse

Summary:

Sometimes gift-giving ain't all it's cracked up to be, and sometimes it is. - A series of moments from Jamie's life.

Here on AO3

Age 4

Gasp! “Is this for me? Did you make this? Oh, Jamie, it’s beautiful, I love it. Come on, now, give mummy hugs.”

Age 7

“Oh, thanks baby. That looks wonderful. No, I do, I do like it! I do! Mummy’s just really tired today, I promise. Soon as the holidays are over, I’ll go back to working my normal shifts.”

Age 9

“Did you make me breakfast in bed? That’s so sweet! Thank you so much, love. …Was this by any chance the last tin of beans in the cupboard?”

Age 11

“What the hell is this? Did your mum put you up to this? Bit cheap, innit?”

Age 12

“No, of course I’d love to come to your match, Jamie. But you know with this new job I started, it’s not a good look if I ask for time off so soon.”

Age 13

“Did you think that I wouldn’t already have the new kit? Huh? You think I’m broke? Is that the kind of garbage your mother’s been filling your head with? Teaching you how to disrespect your old man?”

Age 14

“Look, junior. I know things got a bit heated between us last time I came around. Just the way it is with us men sometimes, am I right? I’m sure you said some things you regret too. But your mom and I, we’ve been talking, and I think I’ve got a shot there. Make us a proper family again. Now, what do you say you and me, we celebrate the occasion by taking ourselves a little father/son bonding trip? Ever been to Amsterdam?”

Age 15

“We can make a day of it. Get lunch, maybe go to the cinema? Oh. Oh, no, that’s all right, love. I didn’t know that you’d made plans with your friends already. Right. Right. Well, if you think you’ll be home in time for dinner-“

Age 16

“-right. Uh huh. No, I know you’re busy, love, but I was thinking. I know how stressed you’ve been lately and how hard you’ve been working. Maybe later this year, you and I can take a trip, hm? Around New Year’s? Just the two of us. Get away for a little bit before you skyrocket into superstardom.

“No, you don’t have to help pay for it any of it, Jamie-”

Age 17

“-No, I know you’ve got a match, Jamie. It doesn’t have to be this weekend. I told you, whenever you’re free-“

Age 18

“Now that you’re making money, I think it’s only fair you treat your old man to a drink.”

Age 19

“New fancy contract, and you’re telling me you can’t afford to do something nice? For your own dad? C’mon, son, I’m not asking for a Porsche here-“

Age 20

“I’m not saying you have to like him, Jamie! But Simon’s important to me, and I’d like you to actually meet him before-“

Age 21

“-lazy, uninspired, waste of fucking space on the pitch! Is it any fucking wonder that Pep’s got you warming the bench for the real players when you’re out there bottling penalties? Hey. Hey! You fucking look at me when I’m talking to you-!“

Age 22

“I know you’re still screening my calls, but I just called to thank you for the flowers. I’d ask about your birthday, but I’m sure you already have plans.”

Age 22

SMACK.

Age 23

“Oh, babes, I wish you’d told me. I already promised my mum I’d go ‘round hers for the holiday. Only she’s just moved down here, and she hasn’t been able to meet anyone yet- no, you do not want to meet her, trust me. But hey, you have fun in Spain- wait you didn’t already buy the tickets, did you?”

Age 24

“Would you look at that? City wins on my son’s birthday, and he ain’t even here to see it. All because he let some stupid yank make him soft, and now he’s too much of a pussy to stick it out when things get tough. What’s wrong, junior? Did Roy Kent calling you little bitch on TV hurt your widdle feelings? Huh? You gonna cry? You gonna cry about it?-”

[“Dad”]: Don’t you fucking hang up on me

[“Dad”]: Jesus Christ, no need to be so sensitive

[“Dad”]: Did you sort my tickets for the next match?

Age 24

“Yeah, but, you know, some folks might also consider that buying affection, you know.”

Age 24

“Jamie? Oh… we didn’t expect you to call. No, it’s fine, we aren’t going anywhere; Simon’s tinkering around in the kitchen… You tried them? Really. That’s- ahem, of course. Of course I’ll let him know.

“SIMON! Jamie tried your gluten free lemon pound cake! He said it was ‘fucking tasty’! His words!

“Jam, Simon would like to know what your nutrition guidelines say about – love, is this a list?”

Age 24

[Isaac]: Alright, everyone. Jamie’s birthday is coming up, so it’s time to start making plans.

[Sam]: Did you remember to remove Jamie from the group chat before you sent the text?

[Isaac]: Shit

Age 25

“...and this is going to sound so weird, but I promise I am not a stalker. I’m Roy’s sister. Yes, that Roy. Uh, you may be aware that he has a niece – Phoebe, yes – and she has something important she would like to ask you.”

“Hi Jamie! It’s Phoebe! Would you like to come celebrate Uncle’s Day with us?”

Age 25

“I love it.”