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astonmartinii · 4 months

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reluctant cupid | lando norris social media au

pairing: lando norris x fem bff!reader

you could set your bestie up with a driver or you could confess your feelings? lando norris is dumb.

based on this request: Could you write something about being best friends with lando and he tries to help set you up with another driver you have a crush on, but then he realises he actually likes you so he has to sabotage all the wingmanning he’s done and you end up together Idk if that makes sense 😭🫶🏼🫶🏼 -@mbappesleftthigh

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yourusername: someone please save me from the grips of hinge and this oh so lonesome life

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user1: girl knows the whole f1 paddock and looks like that and is still alone there is NO HOPE for me

user2: this post might have thrown me over the edge

landonorris: "i'm so lonely" "why don't you approach that guy" "no too scary"

user3: that's so real though

yourusername: thank you!

landonorris: how do you expect to find a boyfriend when you don't like to talk to anyone and treat hinge like a gameshow

yourusername: i didn't come here for actual advice let me commiserate in peace. god, can women have anything these days?

landonorris: ???

yourusername: oh! idea! pretty please set me up with one of your friends? they have to be great otherwise you wouldn't be friends with them, right? RIGHT?

landonorris: i guess...

yourusername: please lando, i've never asked for anything before

landonorris: i can feel you pouting through the phone

yourusername: so you'll consider ?

landonorris: fine...

user4: bro either gotta admit his feelings now or be condemned to be in the plot of a weird romantic comedy

user5: i personally don't think i can wait until the third act break up with this side character LANDO ACT NOW

oscarpiastri: you'd really trust lando's judgement?

yourusername: he's friends with me, he's got good taste?

oscarpiastri: touche

maxverstappen1: whatever you really wanna say oscar, you gotta keep it in, these idiots will figure it out eventually

yourusername: ???

landonorris: ???

user6: the grid are so done with their asses i can't 😭

user7: but what if the universe doesn't intervene and lando really has just lost the girl forever?

user8: bestie we can't be thinking like this

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landonorris: being back home means being bothered by her (and whatever is her newest hyperfixation - it's sylvanian families this month if you couldn't tell)

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user9: i am so sorry but they are so in love

user10: it's cute in the movies, but these blind bitches are starting to piss me off

yourusername: THEY CAN HEAR YOU, BE A BETTER DAD

landonorris: they're not my children

yourusername: you take that back right now, you LOVE them

landonorris: you spent my money on them yes

yourusername: that's fatherhood, buddy. buckle up

user11: whoever he sets her up (if he's still dumb enough to do that) is gonna be the biggest third wheel in history

user12: who would willingly sign up for that

user13: me. i would. i have two working eyes and have seen y/n

maxverstappen1: who are these funky little critters and how can i procure some for p?

yourusername: finally a man with sense, literally any grocery store or toy store

maxverstappen1: perf

yourusername: if lando stops being mr. grumpy i'll ask him if i can come to a race and p and i can play animal families

landonorris: i am NOT mr. grumpy

maxverstappen1: you kinda are dude. is it the set-up is it stressing you out?

landonorris: nO

yourusername: then why are you putting it off !!! lando i might die from terminal yearning !!!

landonorris: i have an interested candidate

yourusername: really? do you think they'll actually like me? like this isn't a pity date right?

landonorris: nope!

user14: lando is typing through tears as we speak

user15: if y/n does go on a date with someone from the paddock i actually hope it goes well, as one lonely girl to another, it's tough out here we need one win

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f1wagupdates: turns out lando is a bit of a cupid as his childhood friend y/n y/ln was spotted out and about with carlos sainz.

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user20: HE ACTUALLY DID IT

user21: that moment when you're so down bad for a girl that you set her up with your best friend

user22: that moment when you're such a wimp you can't admit your feelings and set up the girl you like with a literal GREEK GOD

user23: i am so bamboozled by this move he literally looked like a kicked puppy on his stream bro this is your doing 😭

user24: she's a lover girl she's going to get her heart broken :(

user25: this has mess written all over it

user26: she's literally described herself as a terminal yearner i feel like she'll throw herself in and will get hurt

user27: UNLESS! this is all part of the plan? what if lando set her up with a messy guy like carlos so he can be the shoulder to cry on and that's how he slides in?

user28: that's very convoluted, very rom-com but i'll take it if it means we get lando and y/n together in the end

user29: i know this probably won't last long but can we all appreciate how hot this couple is?

user30: lando and y/n runs rings round y/n and carlos

user31: lol lando is a bad friend for setting her up with CARLOS him and charles are THEE red flags

user32: i hope y/n is prepared

user33: also lando hasn't thought it fully out if his plan is to be the shoulder to cry on because he's just opening her up to be called a homie hopper or a paddock bunny

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carlossainz55: productive weekend with my girl

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user34: well that's not y/n

user35: that finished faster than i expected

user36: lando DO NOT quit your day job

landonorris: call me bro

carlossainz55: si, cabron

user37: i don't think they'll be cabrons after this call

user38: maybe this is all just going to plan?

user39: yall gotta give up this conspiracy theory maybe these people are just as dumb and mean as they seem to be

user40: soooooo... what did we all do this weeekend?

user41: i broke a girl's heart @carlossainz55 twins 👯‍♂️

user42: AHHHH???

maxverstappen1: oh that's not-

yourusername: you're so chronically online :(

maxverstappen1: you're alive?

yourusername: yes. coming at you live from the bed i'm currently rotting in

maxverstappen1: not going to say i didn't warn you?

carlossainz55: really? in my own comment section?

yourusername: one second, we're having a conversation here

maxverstappen1: yeah carlos, gosh.

carlossainz55: i'm so confused

user43: okay power move to just start a conversation in his comments?

user44: the power of confusion is simply unmatched

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yourusername: certified boy hater

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user45: a ferrari boy will do that to you

landonorris: feeling hashtag victimised rn

yourusername: obviously doesn't include you girlypop. but you seriously need to reevaluate your judgement

landonorris: carlos is attractive?

yourusername: he ghosted me?

carlossainz55: i am right here

yourusername: blocked.

landonorris: did you actually just block him?

yourusername: yes 😀 !

landonorris: god this is a nightmare

yourusername: not if you'd take a GOD DAMN HINT

landonorris: WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?

user46: yall this is a public instagram comment section

user47: don't say that, this is their argument in the rain moment

user48: lemme grab the popcorn 🍿

maxverstappen1: this better not include the real number one girlypop here

yourusername: of course not pookie

oscarpiastri: you gonna continue the lil spat above this?

yourusername: no?

oscarpiastri: well some people (max and i) would like to listen so please continue

yourusername: no, i don't think i will

oscarpiastri: GOD YOU PEOPLE ARE INSUFFERABLE

maxverstappen1: what oscar said

user49: oscar and max are so real

user50: they can't leave us on this cliff hanger

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landonorris: some snaps from '23

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user51: have we just been thirst trapped?

user52: i don't think it was intended for us

user53: this has "i am hotter than carlos sainz" written all over it

yourusername: posting tits on main, brave.

landonorris: i came second in singapore.

yourusername: sureeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. modesty, ever heard of it lan?

landonorris: slutshaming isn't cute y/n

yourusername: you kinda have to pull to be a slut lan. you are under qualified for the position

landonorris: if you keep being mean to me i will call your mum or my mum.

yourusername: try it. i see cisca more than you, i have faith in her

landonorris: the line is busy. are you on the phone to MY mum right now?

yourusername: maybe.

user54: we're so close to them getting their heads out of their asses

user55: don't get my hopes up

danielricciardo: i hope this works lol

landonorris: you don't think i'm sexy?

danielricciardo: it doesn't matter what i think

landonorris: i'm not sexy :(

danielricciardo: you're baiting me but yes, you are sexy.

user56: i'll fight anyone who made this man believe he's not beautiful

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user57: I SAW THAT 📸

user58: someone just lock them in a cupboard at this point

oscarpiastri: noted.

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yourusername: yeah, yeah. you can stop yelling at us now.

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user61: LET'S FUCKING GO

user62: it was worth all that yelling. i expect an invite to the wedding now.

user63: wedding? girly they only just realised their feelings after a DECADE

maxverstappen1: it was about fucking time

yourusername: okay miss ma'am. some people are EMOTIONALLY VULNERABLE AND NOT VERY GOOD AT PROCESSING THEM

maxverstappen1: you must've been emotionally constipated because this was painful

yourusername: it was painful for me too

maxverstappen1: so painful that you dated CARLOS

yourusername: one date! ONE!

maxverstappen1: carlos said can you unblock him so he can be mean to me?

yourusername: fine.

carlossainz55: STOP MAKING ME LOOK LIKE A BAD PERSON. YES I AM NOT THE BEST AT RELATIONSHIPS BUT LEAVE ME BE

maxverstappen1: lol

yourusername: lol

user64: unblocking carlos to hit him with the lol max and y/n might be more iconic than lando and y/n

landonorris: not on our relationship announcement post 🤨

user65: OOP.

landonorris: i love you doofus

yourusername: i love you too muppet

landonorris: how much was the betting pool for your family?

yourusername: it got to over £300

landonorris: ours was £750

yourusername: are we dumb?

landonorris: no!

oscarpiastri: two dumbass girls saying 'yass' to each other

yourusername: LEAVE US BE

landonorris: oscar :(

user66: not their own families betting on when they'd get together 😭

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landonorris: first win, hopefully not my only one.

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user67: MY BABIES

user68: i feel like i've been on this journey with them

oscarpiastri: thank god you guys got your shit together, i was THIS close to jumping out the nearest window if i had to watch lando mope around like a kicked puppy when y/n had the lil thing with carlos

user69: so it wasn't some grand plan?

oscarpiastri: no he's just dumb enough to actually set up his first love with his best friend

landonorris: OSCAR!

oscarpiastri: am i wrong?

landonorris: no... but! i got there in the end

oscarpiastri: good thing you're faster on track

user70: the grid being just as done with them as us is killing me

maxfewtrell: finally this unnecessarily long and overly convoluted saga has come to and end, lets never do this again!

landonorris: i'm locked in for life bro no worries

yourusername: awwwwwwwwwwwwww i love you too bubs

maxfewtrell: stop being sappy under my comment

yourusername: you just complained we didn't sort out our shit fast enough and now we're too sappy?

landonorris: STICK TO A STORY BOZO

maxfewtrell: now you're even more ride or die... can we go back?

yourusername: nope!

landonorris: nope!

maxverstappen1: i for one am very happy for you both

yourusername: thank you max !!

landonorris: not so fast, he had the biggest bet on us in the paddock

yourusername: get that bag sis

landonorris: ???

yourusername: we can't fight it anymore, let them have their jokes, we actually have each other now :)

landonorris: yes we do :) xx

user71: golly gosh this is so fucking cute

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ferrstappen · 1 year

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unscheduled school visit l Max Verstappen

a/n: hello! i got this quick idea while working on some requests/school work. hope you like it and pls pls feel free to leave feedback <3 it really motivates me <3

pairing: dad!Max Verstappen x female reader.

summary: the twins' teacher calls, the twins got in trouble. Max is in disbelief.

Max was a strict parent.

Not in the way people may think, and not in the least similar to how his dad was with him, but Max always was concerned on how the twins were doing in school, only in first grade, but still. He was always working on instilling discipline and hard work to Luca and Mila, so in the future they can be whatever the hell they want to be. Max knew money was never going to be an issue, so it was up to them to take all the opportunities that meant.

He always tried to take them to museums when they joined races, often tried to switch languages, even encouraging other drivers and people in the grid who interacted with the kids to speak in their different languages.

It was always fun to watch Charles speaking to Luca in French or Italian as Luca slowly tried to come up with an answer and was always met with a high five, or Mila asking Checo why Carlos had a different accent.

The smile never disappeared from your face when you get home from running an errand or attending a meeting that couldn’t be held on Zoom, to Luca and Mila chatting about what they learned on school today or silently doing their homework on the family room while Max watched them, himself also getting some things in the meantime.

The point is the twins were smart, both you and Max putting all your efforts to gently and effectively find what they like, what they don’t.

You know your kids. Both of you would put your hands on fire because of them. You trusted them because Max and you were raising them good and the twins were great beyond words could explain.

So when you receive a call from school telling you to come over, you quickly reached Max who was on the sim, driving through Imola with his eyes closed.

“Babe, school called and we have to go,” As soon as you announced the news Max turned around, seat and steering wheel lightly shaking.

“What do you mean? What happened?” Max was instantly on his feet.

“I don’t know, Max. Their teacher called,” You told your husband as his eyes opened widely.

“Their? Is it both of them?” Max was in complete disbelief of what he was hearing.

“It appears so. I’ll cancel a meeting and we go.”

You didn’t leave him alone for thirty seconds, you swear, but when you came back Max was on the phone, asking the teacher to put Mila on the phone.

He knew his daughter too well. She was outspoken, assertive, didn’t think twice. Luca was more cautious, wise and maybe a little timid.

“Pap, he was trying to pull Luca’s hair and stealing his crayons, and Luca was letting him because he didn’t want to cause any trouble!” an agitated Mila informed Max, speaking a broken dutch.

“Are you okay?” Max calmly asked his frantic daughter. He knew she was disquieted, trying to sound more sure of herself than she actually was.

“Yes,” she said in dutch, but in the back her teacher told her in a sweet voice to speak in a language they could all understand.

“Okay baby girl, mama and I are on our way, see you in a bit,”

During the drive to La Condamine to reach the International School of Monaco, you discovered a side of your husband you had yet to see. It was fun.

“She is not apologizing!” Max told you, eyes not leaving the narrow road.

“Max, she pulled the kid’s hair,” You reminded your husband, who softly shook his head in disagreement.

“Yes, because the idiot kid was bothering Luca and pulled his hair! If anything that kid should be apologizing to Luca, his sister just defended him!” His lisp was more prominent as you reached the parking lot overlooking the several yachts.

Max noticed the other child’s parents already walking inside the school, there weren’t many students in the Early Years building. He pressed the gas harder than necessary, making the engine of the family Aston Martin roar like they were in the paddock.

Your eyes rolled at his antics, but still it made your insides feel giddy at the thought of your husband being protective and loving.

Luca’s arms were wrapped around you as soon as you walked inside. Kneeling to reach his height, your heart broke at the sight of his disheveled hair and wet cheeks, his beautiful eyes red. Luca tried to not sniff and stop the tears, trying to be brave when he felt your hands on his cheeks and kissing his forehead, asking if he was okay.

At the same time, Max sat next to Mila whose eyes didn’t leave the other kid’s sight, whom you learned his name was Oliver. Max knew his daughter wanted to shed a tear, but didn’t let it show, so he just gave her a reassuring look before listening to the teacher who had the three of them in charge.

Curtly shaking hands with Oliver’s parents, Max politely ignoring the poor attempt of one of “the idiot kid’s” dad to start a conversation, obviously starstruck by your husband the World Champion.

Yes, it was Monaco and everyone knew each other, and it didn’t take a genius to deduce the two Verstappen named kids on the class were the children of the Max Verstappen, but he was often away and it was mostly you who attended parent-related stuff, but now there was the chance to have a conversation directly with him.

Oh well.

The four got inside the car, Max adjusting the seats before getting in the driver seat. Mila and Luca loudly sighed, knowing what followed.

“I don’t know how to address this. I’m moved and proud that you look out and defend each other, but M, baby, pulling someone else’s hair is not the way,” you softly told your daughter. “and Luca, honey, I know it’s hard but when someone invades your space and is rude, but you can tell the teacher before it makes you feel bad and leads to this,”

Max’s eyes followed the twins movements through the rearview mirror as you talked to them, soon reaching your home. You grabbed the backpacks and Max helped the twins get out of the car.

He reached Luca’s door first. When he was out, he left a kiss on his forehead and ruffled his hair, softly reminding his carbon copy that he was a little lion, still with lots to learn, but no one ever could make him feel like this.

Then he reached Mila’s door. Her eyes now were a bit glossy, but he knew she was just like him, Mila would never show weakness. He reminded her that she can take some weight off, let her guard down with her parents before kissing her hair.

You watched the scene unfold from afar, not knowing what he told them, but sure they were the right words.

Then giggles reached your ears, eyes immediately rolling.

He was fist bumping Mila, giving her a nod of approval.

For God’s sake, this wouldn’t be the first time you’re called to school, that’s for sure.

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masonreds · 1 month

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✨It’s Just You And Me - Mason Mount Social Media Au ✨

Hi 🤭 this is part two to Kisses To My Ex’s, if you haven’t I suggest you read that first so you don’t get confused. As always your feedback means the world. I really hope this is good enough as the first one was 🤍

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*two weeks later*

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footballersandwagstea Mason Mount seen with Y/N L/N last night cozied up with one another. Have they resolved things?

mountfans omg people really just need to let them be. They’ll say something when they’re ready.

masonandy/n IS WAR FINALLY OVER?? 🫠

mason7 what happened to the other girl?

masonupdates my fave couple is back 🤭🤭

⤷ masonmutd you don’t even know that yet 🙄

⤷ masonupdates those pictures says otherwise 🤨

user633839 ugh knew she’d come running back after his money 😣

⤷ masonupdates you literally don’t even know them or their situation so keep your ugly opinions to yourself

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⤷ maya_ well hello there! I’m sure y/n would love to tell you herself in her own time 😉

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maya_ my best friends are beautiful 😍 p.s I want to know where was I when you took that third picture?

⤷ yourinstagram babe.. you were the one that took it 😭😭😭

⤷ maya_ I don’t recall anything about me taking the picture 🙄

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ohthewh0rror · 7 months

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THEO NOTT: DATING HEADCANONS

A/N: Theo is practically irrelevant to the HP series and almost entirely fan made, so this is just how I characterize him. Anyway, here’s my second favorite boy (right behind Tom).

His reputation doesn’t mean as much to him as other pure-bloods and Slytherins, so you being in a different house or being a half-blood/muggleborn isn’t going to deter him from wanting to be with you.

Will not introduce you to his father if he has any say in it, ESPECIALLY if you’re anything other than a pure-blood.

Might be hesitant to introduce you to his friends because if they offend you he will not hesitate to confront them about it, but would rather not get into a fight with his friends if he can help it.

Would 110% fight another witch/wizard over you. Typically just hexes them, but if another wizard takes it too far he’s more than willingly to fight the muggle way.

Controversial: doesn’t smoke that often, only once a day after classes end, but always invites you. He likes to hear you talk about your day, doesn’t matter how “boring” you thought it was.

Lover boy through and through. You are this man’s everything.

You once mentioned that your father used to write your mom love letters and how sweet you thought it was. So for the next 2 weeks Theo gave you little love notes throughout the day everyday.

He’s on the quiet side, so you’re the one carrying the conversation usually, but does chime in to make sure you know he’s actually listening.

Doesn’t come from a loving family, so will greedily eat up any kind touch/word you give to him.

Absolutely melts if you make/buy him any type of jewelry. He has so much money and could afford the most expensive jewelry the wizarding world has to offer, but would choose the cheap beaded bracelet you made him instead any day.

The type to do self-care with you. Face mask? Cool. Manicures? He already has a color picked out. Need help with your hair? Just tell him what to do.

Like everyone he is still human and does have negative traits.

Theo knows he is witty and has a sharp tongue when provoked and he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings. So he’d rather you be angry that he’s not taking the conversation about how you feel seriously than hurt your feelings.

Theo wishes he could say he trust you completely, but his upbringing has left him with trust issues. There’s always a little voice in the back of his mind saying you’re going to fuck him over or leave him one day.

Tries his best not to listen to it. But can’t help but read into your every move, so if he gets suspicious of you that’s when the petty side of him comes out.

It pretty much consists of him accusing you and bringing up things you’re insecure about / struggling with.

Only stops if you walk away or as soon as he sees your tears.

Will apologize, but his apologies are a little on the awkward side, so they feel insincere.

Controversial (again): not kinky in bed, he’s actually fairly vanilla. The kinkiest thing this man does is fuck you from the back. Is willing to experiment though if you really want him to.

Uses typical pet names on you: babe/baby/love. But if he’s looking to tease you he calls you ‘princess’.

Father/Marriage bonus:

GIRL DAD!!! GIRL DAD ALERT!!!

Almost threw up when he first held her because of adrenaline and fear of accidentally dropping her.

Is pretty hands on, helps in any way he can when he’s not working.

Spoils his daughter to hell and back. No one tells his little girl ‘no’.

Married you a few years after your daughter is born. You two had been together since your years at Hogwarts, but the both of you wanted to take it slow as you were both still young. When you got pregnant it was honestly an accident, and once the baby was born you were so wrapped up in being new parents that marriage wasn’t crossing either of your minds.

#anyway #my pookie deserved a list #I love talking about this man #theo nott #theo nott x y/n #theo nott x you #theo nott x reader #theo nott imagine

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stop-talking · 26 days

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How do you think jhutch characters would handle a baby?

I'm not quite sure if you're asking "what would they do if you handed them a baby" or "what would they do if you told them you're pregnant" but I'm gonna assume you meant the latter. (feel free to send another request if I got it wrong)

Ranking Jhutch characters from worst to best fathers:

Billy

☆ Would play dumb when you hand him the pregnancy test.

☆ "What's this? Oh, you're pregnant? Can't be mine. My pull-out game is too strong." (literally has NO pull-out game, refuses to use condoms because he "can't feel" with them on)

☆ Basically ghosts you until the paternity test proves it's his. Then he actually ghosts you.

☆ Drops off the face of the fucking Earth for years. Doesn't pay a dime in child support.

☆ Maybe he comes back like 3 years later drunk and demanding to see "his" kid idk. Literally the worst.

Derek

☆ Honestly I headcannon he had a vasectomy at like 24-25.

☆ His mom hit him up once she heard about his prostitute scandals and chewed him out. Gave him "the talk" even though he's a grown ass man... finally got him to get snipped when she brought up the possibility of paying income-based child support for 18 years.

☆ Assuming he doesn't have one, though...

☆ He'd initially be mad and blame you. "I thought you were on the pill!!"

☆ Then he'd be like "Is it too late to... you know... get rid of it?" (and kind of dance around the subject because he's too much of a wimp to just say the word abortion)

☆ Wallace and his mom would both force him to get his shit together and apologize. Eventually he'd come to terms with the fact he's gonna be a dad.

☆ He'd be the kind of bastard to throw an over-the-top gender reveal party. The kind that burns down half of California or pollutes a major water channel.

☆ I think he'd be a really good girl dad. He'd let her paint his nails and stuff. Spoil her. <3

☆ He would treat a son completely differently. Teach him to "be a man" or whatever when he's still learning to walk. Force him into random ass sports.

☆ He'd have them mostly taken care of by a nanny. That's probably how he was raised, anyways. Derek Danforth is NOT changing a diaper.

Futturman

☆ Whether we're talking pre-show or post-show, he'd freak the fuck out if you handed him a positive pregnancy test. I'm talking full-on pass out.

☆ Pre-show Josh would be like "Babe we can NOT afford a baby I literally live at home with my parents and work as a janitor."

☆ His parents would be so crazy supportive though. They've been hinting that they want grandkids for YEARS.

☆ They literally clear out a room IMMIDEATELY after hearing the news and offer it to you to use as a nursery.

☆ His mom buys you more baby clothes than you could possibly need. His dad builds a crib from scratch.

☆ Overall Josh is stressed asf but he does his best to be there for you, and his parents are OVERWHELMIGLY supportive.

☆ Post-show Josh, on the other hand, doesn't have that support. But he's survived unspeakable horrors across multiple dimensions, how hard could a baby be?

☆ Extremely hard, apparently. One day he just loses it and makes a huge decision without asking you.

☆ "Josh WTF happened to our savings??"

☆ "TRUST ME BABE we need to invest in Apple!!"

☆ You're pissed but it pays off in a few years and you're both able to live comfortably.

☆ Then in 2015-ish he did the same thing again, pouring all your savings into bitcoin. This time you SWEAR you're going to leave him, but it all pays out in the end. He gets your kid through college with that money.

☆ Overall he's a really good father, too. He had great parents, and even if he's not experienced with kids, he's naturally a very caring and attentive person.

Mike

☆ Cries when he sees the pregnancy test. He's not even sure if it's happy or sad tears.

☆ Gets sick to his stomach overthinking about how he's going to be a terrible father. His dad walked out on him, so he has literally no idea how to act.

☆ Abby, on the other hand, is absolutely delighted. She's always wanted a "little sister". Mike has to remind her that technically it's her niece. Or nephew. There's no guarantee on the gender yet.

☆ Eventually he comes to terms with it all. He's taken care of Abby for ten years, he isn't completely clueless.

☆ Takes you to all of your Dr.'s appointments, checkups, etc. Holds your hand. Makes all of your weird pregnancy cravings and doesn't judge.

☆ After the birth, he lets you rest. Nearly works himself to death trying to take care of the baby all on his own because he wants you to recover.

☆ I'm talking getting up bleary-eyed at 2am every night to microwave some formula and feed the baby. After working a 10 hour shift.

☆ Pulls the "I have a baby on the way" card at work in an attempt to get a raise. It works, thankfully. (In the novel version of the movie; it says he gets a job as a contractor at the end. So hopefully he can afford a kid...)

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[Remember: these are just MY headcannons. If you think differently that's fine. I didn't include Clapton because he's literally in highschool... and we all know Peeta is an amazing father.]

#josh hutcherson #derek danforth #mike schmidt #the beekeeper #fnaf movie #josh futturman #josh futterman #future man #future man 2017 #billy burn #burn movie 2019

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Another Nuzi rant. Don't mind me

Spoilers, duh

Since I've already done a quick character study/nuzi rant from N's side. Here's one from Uzi's side!

This is probably gonna be just me repeating things people have already said... again. But I love Uzi. (Just like every other character in Murder Drones, honestly.) But Liam did a wonderful job of making an angsty, emo girl, borderline maniac that we know as Uzi. Her character, to me at least, never became the annoying overdramatized and overused stereotype that follows her style. She has real reasons for being the way she is.

A loner, whose dad loves nothing but doors. School is not different, as her classmates pretty much forget about her existence on a day to day basis. No one to talk to, no one to connect with, gives her the angsty side that I absolutely adore. Because underneath all of that toughness is just a lonely little drone who was left by herself since early age. But guess who comes in and busts down those walls (literally and figuratively)?

Our good boi N! Despite their rough start, N never really gave Uzi a reason not to trust him. Their chance encounter, and a broken sensor, allowed them to have the talk that might have never happened. Their beginning might have been a lucky accident, but for the rest of the season, we can see how both sides had to work to make well... Nuzi work!

For Uzi, asking for help is like asking for a death sentence probably. After being on her own for so long, she doesn't expect anyone to help. With that information in mind, the first time she let's that wall crumble was episode 2, Heartbeat.

"Uzi, shoot! Or give it to me!"

Granted, we all know that was not our N. But in that moment, when Uzi was in an enough distressed state, she sought help in N. We all know how that ended, though. Absolute Solver took advantage of that and almost killed her, before N once again sweeped in to save her. The one and only notorious Nuzi misunderstanding was, for better or for worse, cleared up pretty quickly. Seeing as glitchproduction only has so much money at their disposal, they can't really drag this ordeal out. Personally, I'm glad that it didn't. The long drama that is just a misunderstanding after misunderstanding gets quite tedious to follow.

So, moving forward in The Promening, Uzi once again seeks out N when she's in distress. When she sees and hears about what Doll and Lizzy were gonna do, she books it to the only person she knows can help her.

N! Now don't get me wrong. Uzi, by herself is plenty strong. She's shown off her fighting and capabilities, and would have probably been able to take V on. She's taken J down before, aaaand Uzi does technically also take V down in Cabin Fever. But she still went out of her way to go find N. So they could work together and get this mess sorted out.

And then there's this. God I love Cabin Fever, and surprisingly no, not for the Falling.... for you? scene. No, I loved the entire Uzi going on murder spree because she can! The music was such a banger too. But back to Uzi. She recognizes V and briefly snaps back to her usual self. Curious isn't it? N and Uzi both tried reaching out to V, but because V is so untrusting (and we all understand why from ep 5, Home). Here Uzi tried to ask V for help... in form of N.

I find it interesting how ever since Uzi met N and V, she's been getting better at asking for help. Sure, V shot her down because, once again, V was scared. Uzi was turning into the monster that only Cyn has been capable of creating. This soon leads to N yeeting Uzi into the f*cking stratosphere and the two have a chat.

I love how the animators included Uzi hiding behind her bat wings.

Her metaphorical walls were back up. And guess who broke them yet again.

The bestest boi N! And ever since this moment, N and Uzi are way more open.

Episode 5 was taking place in N's memories. But episode 6 is where their trust and care shines. Yeah, sure, there was the hand holding. And it was a big moment! But I enjoyed the little things more. Uzi checking in on N, nodding at his little comments and jokes.

Summary: I love Nuzi. Send help they're on my mind 24/7.

#murder drones #glitch productions #serial designation n #uzi doorman #serial designation v #nuzi #biscuitbites #murder drones nuzi #n x uzi #md nuzi #md uzi doorman #md uzi #md n #murder drones n #rant post #bluginkgo's rambles/theories

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anadiasmount · 7 months

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limit - jude bellingham series.

quick sum: shy and innocent uni student by day but a notorious street racer at night, meets now currently best footballer jude bellingham under certain circumstances. what happens when these two are forced to get along, in order for them to get out of trouble? will they sacrifice their careers in order to protect themselves?

wc: 4.7k | masterlist | jude’s masterlist

psa 🗣️: hello! this is a request mixed with an idea i had. this is a small five-part series since I didn’t want to do a large fic. i really hope you enjoy since it’s a enemies to lovers, ‘she fell but he fell harder’, car girl! reader, and jude being somewhat cocky and mean but a huge teddy bear. pls note that i don’t condone any street racing or hectic driving! this series will have mature content so minors DNI 🔞. it will also contain other issues dealing with family domestic issues, mentions of being insecure, etc, but I'll place the warning then :) please enjoy chapter one, and let me know your thoughts! 🤍

“Now class I hate to stress this enough but you have to take exquisite and thorough notes. It will not only guide you but help and take you to the correct path for this course,” said Professor Alto. I felt like rolling my eyes and walking out of the lecture room, but instead, I just turned over and laughed with Marie, who was already staring at me. “He says that every class period, I'm starting to get annoyed because we’ve been taking this class for the past month,” Marie snickers.

“True but in all honesty he does have a point,” I raise my eyebrow and look back at the Professor who was now walking back and forth presenting the slides. “Shut up. We get it you’re smart,” Marie groans and pushes my shoulder, taking out some gum and then paying attention forward. “I'm sorry, I would like to run my own business one day, and this is where I have to start first.” This time I push her shoulder, and hear her mutter a ‘Yeah yeah whatever…’

I grabbed my bag and pulled out my notebook, took different coloured pens, and began to write down the slides, using other different coloured pens to write important texts and or highlights. It’s just girly things. We would be here for a while, as this lecture would take up to three hours, so I got comfortable. “What are you wearing tonight?” Marie whispered, leaning her head on my shoulder as she typed away.

“Probably something black,” I shrugged, “I might wear this new corset top and black jeans since I'm racing tonight.” Marie looked over at me with wide eyes, “But isn't your car still in the shop?”

“No, it got fully fixed two days ago, and tonight I wanna see if the new adjustments are working properly,” I say, taking a sip of water and rubbing my eyes as they feel dry. “Y/n are you sure that’s a good idea though? You just got your car back, and knowing how you race, especially after just getting it back can be dangerous. If something happens, all that work that was done would go to waste,” Marie stresses, and I notice that because she began to talk with her hands.

“I know the risks, trust me. But I need this money for me, my mom, and my little sister. I'm working two double shifts and if I win tonight, I'm set for the next two months. It won’t be an easy race, but at this point what more can I do?” I sigh and rub my temple, a small migraine wanting to form.

It wasn't easy anymore. It became harder when we had to move out of my dad’s place as he began to become a different and mad person. It wasn’t the environment I wanted to be involved in, let alone my mother and sister. It became especially harder when he came and did mass destruction on our property, and tried to hurt us. The night repeatedly lives in my head, the screams, the yelling, the smashing windows, the red and blue lights, it's hard to sleep as any time I close my eyes I just see him.

I always had a great relationship with him. We were close and happy. I grew up wanting to be him, and he always set examples and tried for us. He would do my hair, teach me how to cook his chocolate chip cookies, and even go on to show me how to play the piano. We spent every weekend working in his mechanic shop, working on dear old Darla for one day to be driven by me. The old black Ford was now ruined into pieces when he went crazy after discovering he would be arrested.

What changed in him to become that way, was the question I kept repeating over and over again. If the truth comes out one day, maybe we can be at peace. But for now, it's being cautious and assuring the safety of my family. I sacrificed a lot to be able to support us, as well as my mom. The car racing was something I randomly got into, my mom didn't like it, but in a way for me, I escaped reality.

The adrenaline rush. The speed. The rush overtakes my body. The determination to win as the prize in the end holds a lot of possession. Maybe even the idea of it being illegal also took a more motive of why not, as bad as it sounded. I became a hell of a driver, I was the best of the best, and some people took that personally.

The tracks and races became a second home to me. The ability to conduct and take charge of my own was truly an honour. For once, only I listened to myself instead of others. For once I could do something that made me happy, as much as it felt wrong to do. I met people, good and bad, and stayed away from the bad as they reminded me of my dad. A weekend like tonight started at the tracks but indeed by the city in the underground club Sahara.

I saved enough to buy myself a 2014 black Dodge Challenger. Slowly I made work by changing the motor from a V6 to a V8, running to almost 470 horsepower. The rims were also replaced with all black, and I added other features like a loud exhaust and a cold air intake system, just recently. This would’ve never been done if I didn't have Jimmy, an old friend of my dad’s. He never questioned what I did to my car, just wished me ‘good luck, and be careful’.

When my mom found out about my car, she threatened to kick me out. That same night I brought back $1,800 and left them on the table, muttering a quick “This is why I do what I do”. Since then she hasn’t questioned, just used the money for savings, groceries, and bills. I would of course help out, especially on bigger and expensive things, like Uni. Uni was expensive, and I sure as heck was lucky to afford what I could.

My first race was over a year ago, in the older tracks leaving Madrid. It was a secluded area only known to nearby residents, or people like me who raced, or those who went to live life a little. You could expect anyone there. I knew of this place after Marie and her girlfriend Kaia took me. My first race was that same night after a girl got pissed at me for accidentally bumping her shoulder with her boyfriend.

One thing led to another, and then you saw me at the finish line in Marie’s Grey Nissan Altima. That baby could run, period.

Part of me could say I also got addicted to how much money it would bring home. I didn't care if it was clean or dirty money, it met my needs, and I was grateful for it. Multiple people have gone against me but they can’t race like I can. There are tips and tricks to it, whether it is releasing the clutch early or letting the car struggle a bit before making the shift. Slow down or maybe speed up. You learn along the way.

My biggest rivals of them all were Jacey and Jacqueline. They made my life a living hell a week before finals. They insisted and threatened me to race them or else I would be kicked out and can’t ever place my foot on the tracks. They were the best anyone had seen, but I knew what they wanted. They were a part of a malicious gang in the northern part of Spain. If I won, I would be free and they were to never bother me, but if I lost I would do laundering and drug exchange.

I won that night, by some miracle. It turned out Jacey was racing unfairly and it didn't count as he had cheated. They would always go against me, and it became sort of a rival race whenever we did go against each other. Like tonight. Tonight would be a big night, it would be a packed race, and surely every young adult would be there.

“Wait, wait, wait. You’re going against Jacqueline tonight? How could you have failed to tell me this?” Marie ran, her back across the wall as I got myself a redbull to survive the rest of the day. We had a 20-minute break, and now we were seated outside waiting to go back in.

“I didn’t know either, Max texted me this just a couple of hours ago,” I said, taking a sip of the energy drink. I pulled out my phone and showed her the message. “Well, I can see why you’re doing this then,” Marie points to the text of the amount of cash I could win. “What did you end up fixing in your car?”

“I did a bit of mostly everything. I added high-flow catalytic converters, high-flow mid pipes, high-flow fuel injectors, high-flow air induction systems, an upgraded header, and upgraded pulleys. Just newer stuff that the new challengers have nowadays,” I say, laughing at Marie's confused face staring back at me. “Well whatever you said, let’s hope it works out.”

“Trust me it will. Because you’ll be in the seat next to me to see” I smirked.

“Bitch no I am not, the fuck?” Marie gives me a puzzled look. I give her a look for using such profanity. I hated it, I didn't like such strong and hateful words, especially those that meant hurting someone's feelings. I never cursed, I just didn't see the fun or thrill of it, which shocked many.

“You are because you lost the bet last week. And Sheila is out of town. So better bring your mask and helmet,” I say, opening my iPad to get some studying done before my business class after this lecture. “Plus when have you ever turned down the opportunity to ride with me? I know you secretly love it,” I wink at her to which he just shakes her head and smirks.

“I'll do it, but only if you wear the black midi skirt I got you. As a matter of fact, I’ll ride with you only if you let me get you ready and get you sexy,” Marie says. I blush profusely and immediately shake my head no. I would rather die than be seen wearing anything more revealing than my boobs. I'm just too shy and not confident for it. I can’t rock outfits like Marie can.

“Funny but no. You know me, I am good with a revealing top and maybe some tight jeans,” I brushed her idea once again, but knowing how she could be, especially when she's a fashion major, it would be hard. “Either deal or no deal. You know you need me in order to race,” she tries to intimidate to which I finally agree. “I will make you the sexiest girl there. Who knows maybe you’ll be lucky and get laid,” she taunts, an evil grin on her lips.

“Marie!”

“Oh quit the act. We know you are shy and innocent, but you become a freak and a total show when you race. I'll see you tonight,” she winks and walks out, completely leaving the lecture.

—/— Jude’s Point of View —/—

After matches came recovery. And after recovery, it was either a day off or prepping for the next match. Luckily I had the gym area to myself, working with a physical trainer on my knee and doing a few exercises that were as much work. I just needed something to preoccupy my mind before I met with my publicist. It's not that I hated him, I just didn't tolerate such a person like him.

I dragged out this meeting as far as possible but knowing how he is, he wouldn't care. After briefly talking with the PT about a few stretches I could do at home, I walked down the cafeteria and met up with Eduardo, who invited lunch for the both of us. We sat down and just talked about the game plays and the upcoming international break.

Lunch went by quickly, now I found myself walking down the small hallway into the office that belonged to my publicist. I resented him even more for working at the training grounds. I would rather be anywhere else but here. I put myself together and walked into the office only for it to be empty. I just take a seat and go on my phone bored. When Jaime does walk in, he hangs up and opens the manilla folder, where stacks of papers are in.

“Jude you have to quit going out so much! Look at all these articles!” Jaime raised his voice and threw the printed papers onto the marble desk. I rolled my eyes and sunk into my chair, my legs naturally spread apart, as my hand came to my temple.

“Real Madrid’s new star boy stars on and off the pitch. Ancelotti’s new golden boy has a record similar to Grealish, could we expect to see the young player get involved in the same stuff? Oh, my favourite, Jude Bellingham is seen leaving the strip club after the place was recently investigated by local authorities!” Jaime read off the articles, leaning forward to slap the side of my head, when he noticed my unfazed look. “Okay, I get it! Shit!”

“No Jude you don’t get it! How many times have I told you this isn't England? You're in Spain. Dealing with both countries who are on your ass to find every single detail of you. They follow you around with a camera because you let them, you give them a reason too. It's already the fans doing it, but the paparazzi, no I won’t let that slide,”

“Okay, so what do you want me to do? I’ve done everything you’ve suggested me to do! I can’t stop them, or else I'll end up on the cover the next morning. I can’t just quit my fun, because of them. I deserve to have a nice evening with my friends and family, but they're always there!” I bite back.

Not even my mother keeps tabs on me like this man does. I appreciate Jaime, but it's moments like this where I want to get up and leave and do the opposite of what he tells me to do. He takes his job too seriously and overworks himself way too much. I can’t exactly be the person he wants me to be. I hate being driven around or being forced to be someone I'm not.

“We have no say and do on the paparazzi, you know that. But if you keep doing what you do, I'll have to get you a stricter PR contract, and I can assure you, it will be hell. You choose Jude. One more fuck up and it's the first text you’ll receive the next morning,” Jaime threatened.

“You can’t be serious. Jaime, I can’t be hidden away the entire time! I don’t give a shit about what they think of me! I'm focused on football and my family. I told you to let them be and write what they write!,” I say, standing up and grabbing my training bag to leave. “It's my job to protect your image as a person and footballer, Jude. And it will be like that. If you have such an issue, go ahead and fire me, but we both know what that will do for the both of us…”

“One more fuck up Jude, and you will see.” I scoff and walk out, slamming his door. The office workers jump in their seats, while I mumble out curses and insults towards him. Would he really go that far just to keep his job? Threaten my image for his self-satisfaction? Yes, he would. I sigh and scratch my chin impatiently, trying to come up with a different plan to avoid the PR contract he was talking about. But all I could do was come up with reasons and stuff to piss him off.

The idea of a PR stunt sounded stupid. Sure, I have had my share of scandals but nothing too serious like he dramatises. People just can't seem to stand the idea of no commitment, especially if it involves girls. They also couldn't stand the idea of a footballer wanting to go out and enjoy a night of themselves. Some people can be so unreasonable, like Jaime, I would say what I had to say, and I didn't care for anyone’s feelings especially if I spit out the truth.

“Yo! Hey Jude! What’s up? Looks like you got back from speaking with Carlo,” Eduardo comes up and dabs me up, teasing me for my stressed look. I chuckle, “Nah man. My publicist is pissing me off. Trying to tell me what to do and giving me shit about all these articles.”

“When will they learn,” he comments, his brow nudging to the obvious. “For the moment mine hasn't given me ‘advice’ or ‘warnings’ after our trip to South France.”

“Well lucky you. I just can’t stress about this shit right now. We have the upcoming important games, and I am determined to win. And if I do go out, he shouldn’t be up my ass about it every time,” I groan, taking out my phone and seeing a call from Aurélien. “Tchou, how can I help you?” I joke, referring to when he dealt with his situationship while on our trip to France.

“Ha ha, very funny. What are you up to tonight? We’re free tomorrow.”

“Probably nothing. Just walked out on my publicist, so If you have anything in mind to do, say it,” I put the phone on speaker so Eduardo could hear, and let him know. “Me and the guys were gonna head out the city to go to a car meet, out of Madrid,” he says. I give a look to Eduardo who just shrugs his shoulders not retaining the information.

“A car meet? Those exist here?”

“Yes, dumbass. You’d be surprised but, they're very fun. Although we shouldn't be there, it's the only place where people and paparazzi can’t recognize us. They treat each other and us like royalty, plus who wouldn’t mind some fun?” Aurélien says to us. I hesitate, only because of what just happened inside, but also the idea of it being illegal and caught. “You guys in or not?”

“Count me in.”

Jaime wouldn't know. And if Aurélien is saying we wouldn't be recognized, then why the fuck not? I'm not here to just pose for cameras and play. I'm also a regular person who deserves to live his life the way I want. Part of me thought of how bad this idea could be, but truthfully I didn’t give a shit, I just wanted to piss off Jaime. Aurélien advises us to dress nice since people who attended those car races often thought of them as fashion shows. Which is found myself calling the only girl who could help me out.

“Hey, Sunny? Sorry for the late call, could you help me out with an outfit for tonight? Just don't mention it to Jaime.”

—/— (Your Point of View) —/—

“Ok no- That’s like way too revealing! I couldn't pull that off” I brushed away the shortest skirt she found. “Nuh uh- No way. You're going to wear it, and it's going to be worn with these shoes and lace meshy top,” Marie comes behind me and puts both hangers to my front. “My whole butt is out in this skirt! People are gonna see my-” I waved with my hands to my lower region to which she snickers.

“Either you race or don’t,” Marie says, to which I just squint my eyes together. “Fine! I will at least pick out my jacket!” I pick up the clothes and quickly change into the pieces of clothes she gave me. My makeup was already done, a simple and not too heavy look since I had to wear a mask and helmet underneath while I raced. All I had to do was take my hair out of my rollers and apply some deodorant and jewellery and we could make the drive down.

Marie gasped as I walked out, clapping her hands excitedly as she approached me. “You look so fucking hot, I could make out with you!” Her hands roam and fix my skirt so they pull lower and hang around my hips. I give her a look but she quickly shrugs me. I go to the mirror and tug on both items. “I don't know whether to pull this up or or tug it down,” I say shuffling.

“Hurry! Fix your hair and put your boots on. You have a race to win!”

I pose for a selfie when I see Marie point her phone towards me, my hands on the steering wheel as I pull into the gravel road that heads to the main road to the tracks. Goosebumps raise my skin as I hear the music and loud car exhaust as we pull in. Other cars are doing donuts, which I find silly, or showing off their engines. “Hi Matty, how are ya tonight?” I ask the middle-aged man who sighs and hands me my racer number and time slot. He’s tired of his job, but just like everyone else here, he has his reasons. “Same old same old. I bet money on ya tonight, so you better win against that trashy girl Jacqueline,” he points out, handing me back the cashback after I paid. “Good luck tonight, make us proud!” he winks.

I smile and shift to one as I drive down to the start of the line. The tracks are old and kinda messy. They can shift from gravel to normal roads, which causes some drivers to lose focus. “Nervous for tonight?” Marie asks to which I nervously nod. “I mean it's against Jacqueline, we’ve had our shares in the past and she’s good,” I say.

“Yeah but not as good as you. Keep that in mind. Just think of the money, it will be your motive,” she says. We open the door and step out, I hear commotion and then look up to people cheering for me. I wave and thank them before walking over to our group who’s standing by the starting line. We all hug and chat about the race, which is filled with a lot of rivals going head to head.

I could feel my blood pumping as I watched the two Mustangs take out, their exhaust fumes following. The excitement you face also comes to anticipation as you watch which car will make it first to the end. The yellow Mustang wins by .4 seconds after they race for almost two minutes. I turn to the side when I hear my name being called, “Y/n, when are we gonna race?”

“As soon as you let me see what’s under your hood,” they scoff and walk off. It would've been too easy…

—/— (Jude’s Point of View) ---/—

The black LV suit was perfect for the occasion. Aurélien was right, people do dress as if they were attending fashion shows here. We all decided to go in two cars, making the almost forty-minute drive down to this closed-off restricted area. We followed the guide who led us up to the almost ‘VIP’ area.

The commotion was loud. People were either drinking, making out, or dancing. Or those who wanted to feel lucky, gambled money by playing poker. This truly did feel like a bad idea now, but I couldn't care less now that I was drinking a beer. We had clear and perfect views of the track, I was lucky to attend an F1 show in the past but this? This was completely different.

Fancy or new cars racing, and it was just the beginning. I talked with Eduardo for a good time as I observed the loud car go head to head towards the finish line. Music played loudly, but as Aurélien had said, no one recognized us. We step out and that’s when I notice the black challenger pull in. Two girls step out, but it's the driver who gets my attention. She chews gum and listens with boredom as they explain the rules to her.

My eyes roam down her slim and fit body, and I get a closer look when she quickly puts on her mask and helmet. I find myself not being able to look away, especially after she faces her opponent, ignoring their truce handshake. She’s too confident and now has my full attention.

Her windows are rolled down, her hand on the wheel, and the other is on the gear shift, patiently waiting for the light to turn green. “Who’s that?” I finally speak, completely forgetting I was in mid-conversation with Eduardo. “That’s Y/n in the black challenger. And in the red camaro is Jacqueline. They hate their guts, biggest rivals after Jacqueline's brother cheated on a race. Y/n, she’s the best of the best…” speaks a different guy. “Word on the street is that Jacqueline is involved in a gang, but who knows,” he says.

Y/n pulls out her thumb signalling she’s ready, and then quickly drives off when the light turns green. Just like the guy had said, she was the best of the best, quickly drifting and turning onto the tracks. Her car was faster than the red camaro, and you could tell the determination to win was there. I just waited for it to go the other way.

Soon yelling and commotion started when Jacqueline caught up, and took the lead, Y/n just maintained her speed and control as before. “What is she doing? She’ll lose if she doesn't catch up!” said another guy. I furrowed my brows and crossed my arms, looking back at the two cars on the race track. I didn’t understand how this worked, but it looked like not even I could make those turns, especially at those speeds.

Everyone gasped or oohed when the camaro lost control and failed to do the sharp tight turn correctly, cheering when Y/n went back to the lead and quickly made it to the finish line. We walked down to the starting line where she got out, and put her hands up, and cheered. She took her helmet and mask off, and that's when I truly was drawn to her facial features. “Bro? You’re drooling,” Brahim joked to which I just pushed his shoulder.

The crowd went quiet as the red camero pulled in, an angry Jacqueline and passenger getting off to confront Y/n. “You cheated!” she points at her to which the girl wearing all black just snorted and chuckled, “No babes. You just suck. I won, just like the other times before. Now go whine somewhere else and leave us alone for once.”

Her eyes connected with mine, and it felt like time just slowly flew by. Her lips parted, as she took me in, her hand holding the helmet and now stack of cash. She looked away and shyly smiled towards her friends, them congratulating her. She would nod then and there and only stick with those friends. “I’ll be back. Going to congratulate the winner,” I say and smile at Eduardo who wishes me luck. I don't need luck I'm Jude Bellingham.

I was determined to know more about her. Who she was, and why she raced especially. But before I could introduce myself, a loud bang and glass shattering prevented me from doing so. The last I saw while we ran was Y/n getting into her car and driving away. A loud car pulled near us, the familiar face and eyes locking with mine.

“Hurry! Get in!”

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hiiiii! first chapter eeekkkk! I hope you all enjoyed it and didn't think this was too long! I truly enjoyed writing this, and can't wait for you guys to read the rest. I'm also praying this doesn't flop or I'll be really upset... have an amazing day!

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagines #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham x y/n #football fanfic #football one shot #football #football x you #footballer

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In lostys universe, Gare and El are long distance during some of their college years.

Do they ever have any big fights or miscommunication during that period?? Any conversations about what their future together will look like as the years peel away to adulthood? Just curious 🥰♥️

Still loving that greatmage lore 💜🩷

Ohh girl this made me think A LOT. because my first instinct was to be like “noooo my pookies never fight!” but that’s completely unrealistic. So I dug deep and came up with a few ideas… and of course it got really long so I’m putting it under a readmore…

- I think their biggest fights would be about money, but not in the typical way a young couple fights about money! In both Next Time I Fall and Lost and Found I alluded to El and Kali getting large settlements of “hush money” from Hawkins Lab, and at the end of Next Time El even suggests to Gareth that they use some of that money to get married. But it’s the late 80s and I’m sure Hopper had repeatedly impressed upon Gareth the importance of The Man Being The Breadwinner and the need to Properly Take Care Of His Daughter, so Gareth wouldn’t feel right about letting El pay for anything.

Finally El sits both Hopper and Gareth down one day and tells them look, Chrissy helped me find this super cute house and I can easily afford it so I’m gonna buy it. Gareth, you’re welcome to live there with me if you can get over your pride about it. And Dad, you need to mind your own beeswax. (Will taught her that phrase, and he almost chokes trying to hold back his laughter when he hears her repeat it.)

- Another thing I can imagine is the long-distance thing just wearing on both of them (they’re cuddly koalas and they can’t stand being apart for too long) but I could see that manifesting in different ways. For El, I think insecurity would be something she’d struggle with; especially if school interfered with time they wanted to spend together, she would feel neglected and get a little pouty about Gare thinking his work was more important than her. And I can imagine if he got impatient or exasperated about that, her mind would immediately leap to “you don’t love me anymore?” She needs a lot of reassurance after everything she’s been through.

But this, I think, would probably lead to Gareth never wanting to speak up about his own needs or problems, because he does truly want to be that steadfast source of reassurance for her, but also sometimes he feels a little resentful, as if she doesn’t trust him enough to keep loving her even when he’s irritated. And then that makes him wonder if she feels that way because of everything with Mike, and he gets pouty thinking she’s comparing him to Mike. Oh, kiddos.

- I imagined all of this coming to a head one weekend when Gareth wasn’t planning to come home because he was exhausted and had a ton of work to do, but El getting upset with him and kinda giving him a guilt trip about it until finally he gives in and says okay fine I’m coming. But he’s so tired that he ends up falling asleep behind the wheel and getting into a minor accident, which naturally freaks El out, and I think that would lead to a very deep heart-to-heart talk where they both end up resolving to communicate more honestly about their needs, and trust that their relationship can withstand temporary separation when needed.

- On a much happier note, conversations about the future!

I know a lot of people headcanon El as wanting tons of kids, but for some reason I imagine that pregnancy would be total body-horror for her. (Maybe I’m drawing that from my personal life? Lmao) I do believe she’d want a family of her own though, and I think she and Gare would have a lot of conversations about fostering and/or adoption to help troubled kids. And there’s a lovely fic that was gifted to me about the two of them preparing to welcome their first foster child.

I think they’d want pets, too— I imagine them going to an animal shelter just to look around, and El overhearing an employee saying “nobody will ever adopt this one, these dogs are monsters.” She instantly demands to see the monster dog, and of course it’s not a monster at all, it’s the cutest tiny little pit bull puppy, and El and Gare instantly fall in love with her and name her Bosco since she’s chocolate brown. 😊

I think El would have a lot of trouble deciding what she wanted to do after high school, as far as more schooling or a career or what, and they’d have a lot of discussions about that.

And of course they’d talk about traveling— there’s so many places they both want to see, and experiences they want to have for the first time together. Also I think it would be super cute if they went to Wales with Granny and Granddad Emerson to visit relatives and friends there. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

This got way longer than I thought it would lmao but thank you so much for asking! I always love sharing my ideas and headcanons with you! 💕

#ask losty #losty headcanons #greatmage #el hopper #gareth emerson #two schmoopies in love

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The Circling Sky (Part 2)

New fic, a lot darker than the last one. Set post-Netherbrain. Gale x F (OC) - Written primarily as my own therapy, it seems. TW - Reference to a suicide attempt as well as the overall theme of alcoholism and neglectful parenting.

He packed a small bag of clothes and supplies, thankful for his earlier time on the road for these new skills of survival. Though he was anxious for what was to come, a part of him was excited to be moving again, to see what types of people would be awaiting him this time. He left a small letter of explanation for Tara and as the sun rose, he left for the city limits.

Ao3 Link

Lissa had run home through the rain to find her father quickly packing essentials into a trunk. This happened every so often, usually when he owed money to someone and couldn’t pay up, but since reaching Waterdeep he had promised things would be different. “What do you mean we have to leave?” The smell of alcohol permeated his clothes, and she knew exactly what had happened. He’d got drunk, gambled the last of their gold away and was now most likely in debt to someone dangerous. “You’ve not pissed it away, have you?”

He refused to answer, just throwing clothes into a bag. “Lissa, dear. It’s not how it looks, we just have to lay low for a little while, that’s all. Go grab your cloak.” She noted the swelling under his eye, not the first black eye he’d managed to get. At least that’s all it was this time.

She remembered the nights she had come home from working at sleazy bars, finding him unconscious on the floor either from having been beaten up or having just drunk himself into that state. The worst moment was when she was barely ten years old and she had found him lying under a broken rafter in their bedroom, the noose still tied around his neck and his face bruised and swollen from what he had attempted to do. She’d been young but she fully understood what had happened, choosing just to sit with him until he woke. He’d never tried anything like that again but the drinking, the gambling, the fights, they all continued. She’d thought about leaving so many times, even threatened it, but each time he would play the victim and she would feel the guilt wrap itself around her own throat, her own noose ready for the hanging.

“But what about my job, Dad? I can’t just up and leave.”

“Well, you’re going to have to. I’m sure they won’t miss you. There’re always other young girls who can serve drinks.”

She turned from him holding back her anger. He didn’t even know what she had been doing these last two months. How every single day she’d worked at the library to bring money into their home, keeping them fed and with a roof over their heads. “Can you not just use the money I’ve been putting aside? Do we really have to leave another place?”

He paused from packing, and she knew exactly what this meant. “The savings?”

“You used them too, didn’t you?”

“Well now, there were good odds on this horse…”

She wanted to shout at him. She should have known better than to have left the gold at home where he could access it. He’d promised her that this wouldn’t happen again, promised her that the drinking would stop, and he would do better by her. She couldn’t even be angry at him though, it was so much easier to feel nothing, to expect disappointment instead. Her father, the most unreliable person she knew.

Realising she hadn’t brought her cloak home with her; she looked back over to him. “How much time do we have?”

“We’re joining the caravan to Baldur’s Gate around sunrise tomorrow. I expect us up and at the city limits just before then,” he said as he slumped to his side, leaving the bag and gripping his chest.

Hearing the thud, she ran over to him “Shit, Dad. The pain again? You spoke to the clerics, right?”

He rubbed at his shirt breathing deeply until it had passed. “Of course, they said it’s nothing.”

“So that money went on booze too, didn’t it?” She stood back up shaking her head. He couldn’t be trusted to do anything. Why did she keep letting him get away with this? “I left my cloak at the library. I’ll be back in a bit.”

***

Gale paced his study trying to figure out what to do with himself. He had no confirmation that this letter was real and no more information than what was written there. He considered a sending spell, maybe another letter to gather up information but he felt restless knowing he would need to wait for a reply. There was also the matter that if the information was correct, if Tav was truly dead then he would be left alone to grieve in Waterdeep. There was always Tara and his mother and yet they had never brought comfort in the same way his friends had. No, he wanted to be around them again; he would travel to Baldur’s Gate.

***

“Is five gold mate, you can’t just come on ‘ere for free.”

Lissa’s father, Viktor, had been trying to barter for some time with the caravan leader to get them a spot on the cart. After she’d left him, he’d done little more in the ways of packing and had instead started on a bottle of brandy he’d bought with the last gold they had. The swelling under his eye had turned a blue-black colour and he nursed his head clearly suffering the consequences of his actions.

“Look, ‘ow ‘bout you let us ‘ave a little minute with your pretty friend there. Then we can call it even.”

Her back tensed up at the idea of it and her father’s silence brought her little comfort. Was he seriously considering this? In the end, she turned removing a small silver ring from her finger. “Here this is easily worth five gold.”

“But wasn’t that your mother’s?” her father said, his voice sounding gravelly.

It had been, but her mother was long gone. A drow that had managed one drunken night with her father and then ditched her the moment she realised she wasn’t a full-blood. Just another tragic half-breed treated as an outsider by both races. All she had was her father; what was some trinket compared to family? Lissa handed over the necklace and as the caravan leader nodded, she took her father’s arm helping him up onto the cart.

“Lissa?”

A voice from behind her calling her name, one she recognised. As she turned, she saw Gale approach, his arm waving to her and a smile on his face. What was he doing here? Viktor leant out from behind her. “He looks like he’d have a bit of cash on him.”

She stepped down from the cart and approached Gale, trying to distance herself from her father lest Gale realise she was together with him. “Mr. Dekarios, a surprise to see you.”

“Yes, yes, a welcome surprise to see you too. I’m to take a rather unexpected journey. Might I assume that you are to do the same?” He signalled to the wagon.

“Yeah, something like that. We’re going to visit family.” This had been the lie ever since she was a child, a dying grandmother, a pregnant aunt, some distant relative in need of aid, anything but the truth. She’d lost count of how many times she had covered for her father’s debts.

“Ah, exciting. Well, it will be good to have some fine company on this expedition.” He softly smiled at her, and she remembered how close she had come to kissing him the previous evening, the warmth inside her still burning for him. If she hadn’t been aware of her father’s eyes on them both she might have just given in there and then to him.

“Oi, Lis’, we need to get a move on. He wouldn’t be interested in you anyways, looks like he goes for the smart ones,” he laughed.

She closed her eyes at her father’s words that rang out over the group of travellers. She opened them again to see Gale looking at her with sympathy. His voice was quiet and caring. “Family, I take it?”

She gave a quick nod and turned to the cart. This was going to be a very long trip to Baldur’s Gate.

***

For some hours they sat as the cart rocked back and forth along the bumpy road. Viktor had thankfully fallen asleep, a flask in hand. He’d told her it just held water, but the smell had given it away quite quickly. So long as he was asleep that was fine. It meant she could collect her thoughts and prepare for setting up again in a new city.

Gale sat across from her observing the way she tapped her fingers repetitively. Thumb to pointer, tapped twice, repeated on each finger and back again. Clearly, some sort of mindless soothing habit she had. These little things he had never had the chance to see during his visits to the library. Though he had watched her often then, it was different when she wasn’t moving around constantly. Eventually, he spoke up hoping she would engage in conversation with him. “Lissa, I delivered your cloak to the library. I can see you never found the opportunity to collect it.”

“We left in quite a hurry. Family emergency you see.” She nervously tapped her fingers together a few more times.

He leant forward, placing a hand on her knee, his voice calm and soft. “Ah, do you want to talk about it? I’m quite the good listener.”

“No, no it’s fine.” More information meant more lies, which meant more to keep track of. Best to just keep it short and simple. Besides once they reached the city, they would be parting ways for good. No reason to build any attachments.

“Well, when we travel back, maybe you can collect it. Or possibly I could purchase you a new one. It was my fault after all that you left it behind.”

She remembered the events vividly, how she had left the tower, how the rain had battered down on her bare shoulders as she ran home. She could feel the warmth of his hand on her leg, her mind becoming easily distracted; change the subject repeating internally. “Why is it you are travelling Mr. Dekarios?”

“Please, my dear. Call me Gale. We are no longer in the library.”

“That may be so but if we are to return, I don’t want to create any bad habits I can not break.” She didn’t want to build up any close relations, especially not with someone who she was already fond of.

Gale pulled himself back, removing his hand from her. He seemed disappointed and she hated herself for dismissing him so quickly. Her father snored next to her, and she bit back the resentment she held towards him. If only that beam had held, maybe things would have been different for her. No, she shouldn’t think that, this was her father after all.

“I understand. Well, I suppose my reason for travelling is much like your own. A family emergency of sorts.” Gale didn’t want to say death until he was sure of the exact circumstances, and he didn’t want to share full details if she was to keep up the pretence of a professional relationship.

She nodded. She was curious but did not want to dig further into it, knowing it would mean sharing more of her own life as an unwritten payment for information. She grabbed at the bag between her legs puling out a small book to read.

“Tanil?”

Lissa lifted her head at the unexpected question.

Gale gestured to the book in her hands. “The book you hold there. Felaar Tanil, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Um, yes, it is. How did you know?”

He gave a short chuckle. “My dear, I’ve been known to try my hand at poetry. Tanil is one of the ones I would often recommend over a bottle of Blingdenstone Blush.”

She smiled at him, enjoying this moment of connection but simultaneously cursing the fact that they shared something in common. Her slowly improving mood was shattered instantly at the voice of her father, his opinions needing to be vocalised for all to hear.

“Poetry is for elves, princesses, and men who-” His voice was cut off by a sudden lurch of the cart, hitting a bump in the road. Lissa was thankful as it gave her a quick moment to mouth an apology to Gale for her father’s behaviour. Only three tenday to go…

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 fanfiction #galemance #gale bg3

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rodeoxqueen · 11 months

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Can I have a sequal 2 da Dante x Reader birth to his darughter…. Lik what he iz lik after his daughter iz b0rn and what his wife (y/n) is like

Sure thing.

-Rodeo.

Loves his daughter. Loves her very much.

Definitely extremely protective over her since he is the infamous son of Sparda and she the granddaughter.

Sings her old bar tunes from his younger more degenerate years.

Definitely gets a little more serious when he has his daughter but only because he’s terrified of anything happening to her.

Picks up little trinkets for her.

When she was younger and teething she’d cry over sore gums and Dante would slip her a crust of pizza to gum away at when you weren’t looking.

He sucks at cooking but he can make simple things for her.

Dante would love his wife like it was his first time ever seeing her every day.

Becomes very domestic.

Will wake up later than the two of you in the mornings but makes it his job to scoop the two of you up once he makes it to the kitchen where you’re making breakfast.

His daughter will have a phase where she is disgusted by how deeply in love the two of you are. She also thought your real name was either babe or sugar for a while.

He’s got trauma from his childhood and how abruptly it ended so he’ll never want his little girl to grow up too fast. He tries to keep the ugliness of the world away from her as much as he can.

Dante’s daughter will sneak away from curfew to join her old man on missions and eventually Dante realizes he can’t keep her away from his bounty hunter life.

His wife, oh his wife.

He loves wearing his ring. A simple silver band with your name engraved.

His wife would have to be very nurturing but tough. He wouldn’t put a woman through his life unless he knew she could handle it.

He likely wouldn’t trust a civilian and would probably prefer a woman who also knew of the demon world and how to eradicate her weight in devils.

However, the two of you quickly fall into domestic life together, especially with the child.

You’d be understanding when he came home too late but his daughter is very much a daddy’s girl and would jump for joy at his return.

Drinks in front of his daughter and when she’s older she’ll make fun of him or steal his handles when she has her friends over.

Wants to be a cool dad but knows kids these days aren’t as easily impressed as they used to be.

His wife definitely grounds Dante from going too low and shooting too high. He struggles with both.

He really needs a ride or die but please don’t die. His worst fear is ending up like his mother in that sense where he’ll have to raise your daughter alone. ;(.

Once puberty happens and all of a sudden daddy’s girl doesn’t want to be near him at all and is always rolling her eyes, he’s devastated. He’s just glad she has a good relationship with you at least during that era so he at least can hear how she’s doing from a second source.

“No please not the teenage angst. She gets it from me.”

Will blow his top if he catches her being disrespectful to you.

His daughter after a terrible fight will find him later with a bourbon in hand and a photo book of her baby photos. He asks her to sit down and tells her-

“I know things aren’t very good between us right now but if anything, anything happened to you…I wouldn’t know what to do.”

A little goes a long way and the two are quick to go back to being close.

Will spend money he doesn’t have on her. She would be spoiled if you as her mother didn’t set boundaries.

Won’t take it easy on her sparring wise since she’s a quarter demon and needs to know how to strut her trigger when she needs it. The tough love pays off.

All in all, Dante desperately wants to be a good father and be present at everything. He’ll want to involve himself in everything she’s up to and is willing to invite him to.

Most likely, he’ll find himself extremely happy in this new family of his, of strong loving women who take no shit.

Please let Dante settle down and be happy Capcom I ain’t gonna keep begging.

#devil may cry #dante x reader #devil may cry headcanons #dante #dmc5 #devil may cry imagines #dante imagines #dante headcanons #daddy dante #female reader

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gyu-dloml · 11 months

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Old Money 💸

Summary : There was a time when you couldn't even imagine your name next to Mingyu's but now he wouldn't dare imagine a life without you.

Pairing : Mingyu x Gn! reader

Genre : Established relationship, fluff, angst and forbidden love

Word count : 494

Warnings : Status/income difference

"How are you so calm?" Mingyu asks holding your hand as he's kneeling before you on the sofa.

"What do you want me to do, Gyu? Throw a tantrum, cry my heart out? Will any of that stop you from getting married to her?" You ask and your lips start quivering.

He thinks you're calm and collected right now but any moment now, you think you'll burst. Because the love of your life is set to get married to another woman. The voice in the back of your head tells you, that you should've known before falling for him.

"Will we not fight? For love?" Mingyu is breaking now because it didn't seem real before he told you. He figured he'd tell you and that you guys would come up with a plan. But you both know it's going to be futile now.

"Gyu..." You start crying now and Mingyu jumps up to embrace you.

It takes you back to the first day you met. The Kim estate owners were well known but nobody had seen the new hire yet. Mr. Kim had not passed away, simply retired as his son was ready to take over. You were standing with all the other employees to witness the debut of Kim Mingyu.

And there he comes, with a smile on his face and polite manners. Everybody in the room can see, he's handsome. The day feels quite long but it's over and all you can hear is how enamored everybody is with their new boss. You knew better than to dote on him, because that would be very risky as you were his new secretary. You were old Mr. Kim's assistant secretary and handled all foreign clients and as Mingyu was bound to work with them, Mr. Kim trusted you to be alongside him.

"I'm sure dad won't mind baby, he likes you." Mingyu says from the top of your head and gives it a loving kiss.

"He likes the employee I am, not my tax bracket babe." You say trying to make the both of you smile.

"It doesn't matter, love. You're the only person I'll marry, I can't have it any other way."

"Gyu, you're the sole hire to all of your estates, you need to think about the company."

"Fuck the company, it's only going bring a few couple billions in and I feel like we'd still be fine without it."

"You rich fucking people." You say as you both start to chuckle.

"Marry me before they marry me off to some other girl, Y/n."

"Want me to buy you a ring?" You smile with tears in your eyes.

And you're lucky again to see his smile that blinds you every time. Kim Mingyu is a star, he shines the brightest. But all he wants to do is shine with you. He shines for you. And he'd be damned if he let's his father get in the way of his love.

Not really one of my best works but there's so much that I've thought for this couple and if you guys like it, I would love to do a part 2 :))

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IN YOUR LAP OF LUXURY – S. HARRINGTON HEADCANONS

𖥻 pairing: old money!steve harrington x fem!reader. 𖥻 warnings: no mentions of y/n (finally!), allusions to sex/suggestiveness. not proofread - we die like men here.

💭 liv's thoughts: i'm back!!! and decided to start with this yummy concept that is very dear to me, so feel free to talk to me about old money!steve bc he owns my heart rn. i would also like to dedicate this one to @oncasette and @fleurfairie <3

DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK IF YOU'RE UNDER SIXTEEN.

♡ㆍIf you think Steve's a bit irresponsible when spending money, you should see how this boy gets when he starts dating you.

♡ㆍI swear that in less than two weeks of dating, Steve is planning on buying you a car, and will even take you to the dealership so you can choose your favorite vintage Cadillac – then you'd have to take your time convincing him that you do not, in fact, need a new car. He gets really grumpy.

♡ㆍNeedless to say that his love language is giving gifts. So, even though you might think he's only spending money because he can, Steve only does it because he adores you.

♡ㆍAnd because he is absolutely obsessed with your reaction every time he gifts you anything. There's no one in the world who would make him feel butterflies just by smiling brightly in his direction.

♡ㆍThis means that his credit card would either get put on hold or be limited by his dad – only because his old man is terrified of Steve spending all of their family's money on you. Which might sound a bit unreal, but it could totally happen, trust me.

♡ㆍEven when Steve wasn't dating you and you'd just hang out as friends, he would take you shopping for that cute top you saw weeks before but didn't get the chance to buy.

♡ㆍAnd I would also like to say that Steve remembers everything. Like, you may offhandedly comment that you liked one of Brooke Shields's jeans, and next thing you know, Steve already ordered at least five of them.

♡ㆍ“But baby, you said you liked 'em! Of course you'll need more than one… if one of them rips, then you'll have another one to use”, he'd explain to you like it was the most natural thing ever.

♡ㆍ And don't even get me started on how he would make you try on almost every single item in a clothing store and buy you almost all of them.

♡ㆍMan, when the sellers see him enter their stores it's like Christmas; they always receive you both with the biggest smile on their faces – partly because of the year-worth commission they would receive in only one day and because of the ginormous tip Steve would leave them.

♡ㆍThey're not so pleased when they hear the not-so-subtle moans that come out of the dressing booth.

♡ㆍIt's always a bit awkward when you both stand in front of the cashier. But hey! At least Steve would tip a $50 dollar bill.

♡ㆍSince being a poor ol' rich boy also comes with its cons, Steve would have to go to those fancy parties almost weekly. Friends of friends of his parent's friends, you know?

♡ㆍAt least it would serve as an excuse for Steve to buy you new party dresses. And let me tell you: he lives for assembling a good outfit.

♡ㆍHe would literally help you pick everything from your head to your toe. Hair accessories, nail polish and design, gold necklaces, fancy shoes…

♡ㆍAnd he'd always make sure that you're wearing his 'S' necklace – in fact, he got you that in both silver and gold.

♡ㆍBut anyway… Steve loves bringing you to those parties because now, at least, he has a company that he actually enjoys. And it also means that he can talk shit about people to you.

♡ㆍLuckily for you, he would know about everybody's business. And I mean it!

♡ㆍ “See that girl over there?” he discreetly points out to a blonde girl who's fixing her dress by the corner of the room, “She's going out with her best friend's dad”.

♡ㆍ“Hey, baby, look to this guy behind me”, Steve leans down to whisper, “Not like that! Now he totally knows we're talking about him”.

♡ㆍIf you excuse me for a minute, I would really like to talk about Steve's pet names for you because I literally cannot stop thinking about it:

♡ㆍWe'd start off with our very casual but still extremely sweet baby. It's almost second nature for Steve to call you that… in fact, he's been calling you that even before you were officially going out together.

♡ㆍThen, he literally never misses when he calls you princess, though I can totally see that happening in more intimate and domestic moments between the two of you. Like, when he shows you the new top he just got you and is passionately being kissed all over by you, Steve would just start laughing and say, “thank you, princess. Now, go try it on, will you?”, with the softest blush on his cheeks.

♡ㆍBut you seriously cannot look me in the eye and say that he wouldn't call you baby doll. I'm sorry but that's just so real that it hurts to even deny it. Again, another one of those pet names that Steve saves only for the two of you and your endearing moments together – especially when he gets to help you with your outfits.

♡ㆍAnd last but not less important, the rare lover that he would just randomly throw around like it doesn't affect you at all. He's just extremely evil like that. For example, every time he needs you to grab something for him, it's always something like, “lover, can you pass me the salt, please?” and you have to contain a lovesick sigh as you're passing the small glass over to him.

♡ㆍSince you were the one who introduced them to the kids, he might as well be considered more than their babysitter but the campaigner of their get-togethers.

♡ㆍWhich means that, at least, once every month he'd invite the kids (and Nancy, Jonathan, Eddie, and Robin) to what he calls "Harrington Marathon" – he's the only one to call it that, by the way. So he'd rent almost twenty movies because he simply "doesn't know what everybody likes" (knowing damn well what every single one of them like), and buy the most unhealthy snacks and drinks so that you all could watch movies until the sun rises.

♡ㆍHe would even go as far as buying the most cutting-edge VHS player, television, and sound system so that you could enjoy an almost cinema-like experience. His plan is always ruined by Dustin's screams and Eddie's rantings, though.

♡ㆍNeedless to say that he would also allow the kids to go over to his house so that they could play D&D without having to be interrupted by Mrs. Wheeler's screams.

♡ㆍAnd he always teams up with you so that you can throw each one of them a birthday party… and Steve goes as far as picking the birthday theme for each one of them because he just gets so excited – Max had a serious conversation with him when she found out that her birthday party theme would be Dig Dug related, but they both settled down for a horror house theme where she could dress up as Michael Myers again.

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🔱 "WE VISIT THE GARDEN GNOME EMPORIUM" assorted dialogue from s1 e3 of percy jackson and the olympians. feel free to change pronouns as needed.

' i was told a quest isn't a quest until you say so. '

' you seem busy. i'll come back. '

' time is short. '

' customarily, one waits to hear a name or two before choosing. '

' are you sure you don't wanna hear more? '

' if the mission requires someone to push me down a flight of stairs for it to succeed, you'd want someone who won't hesitate when they do it. '

' dude, what have you been eating? '

' whoa, hey, wait. i'm not trying to antagonize you. i'm just genuinely curious. '

' so, who'd you choose to go with you? '

' ...funny. no, seriously. who'd you choose? '

' i chose you. '

' i trust you. and right now, nothing's more important than that. '

' i'm gonna pack the best snacks. '

' how much money did they give you? '

' i think they're canadian, maybe? or from chuck e cheese. '

' dollars for human world, drachmas for mythic world. '

' i brought you this. '

' well, these are... interesting. '

' a gift... from my dad. '

' i thought about choosing you before choosing _______. '

' hey, ________ is a lot stronger than people think. '

' i was afraid. '

' i can't let anything stop me. '

' just take care of each other out there. '

' she's really gonna miss that tree, huh? '

' the most powerful being in the universe's idea to save his daughter's life was to turn her into a tree? '

' she was the bravest demigod i ever knew. '

' she fought valiantly, and she met a hero's fate. '

' she met a pinecone's fate. '

' forbidden children are always in danger; even the strongest ones. '

' do exactly as i say, and maybe you survive this. '

' does she think she's in charge? '

' who'd you think would be in charge? '

' i guess i thought we'd do show of hands or something. '

' heroes' quests are world defining events. '

' a quest is a sacred thing, and to be charged with one is to be in conversation with the gods themselves. '

' there is no way this is what sacred smells like. '

' we're soldiers on a mission. it's not a vacation. '

' it isn't just the monsters that are gonna be trying to stop us. '

' it smells terrible back here. '

' monsters can't smell you through that, so that's where i want you. '

' i wanna vote. '

' there's no voting. '

' i really don't wanna be a tie-breaker. '

' oh golly, the road's gettin' bumpy... '

' dude, what are you doing? '

' our voting system's broken. '

' they smell fear. '

' that's bees. '

' nothing will stop them. not even death. '

' if you guys were better at your job, i might not have noticed you here so easily. '

' you're not the frightened little girl i came for all those years ago. '

' don't kid yourself. i wasn't that afraid. '

' i'm here to collect your friend. '

' some children must learn the hard way. '

' look, i'm not against the idea of consensus, i'm just not sure the song is doing what you think it is. '

' why are you so afraid of who you are? '

' you are a part of something so much bigger than we can understand right now. '

' we have to move forward, whether you like it or not. whether you want to or not. '

' i wasn't like you, sweet heart. i was you. '

' i had embarrassed her and i needed to be punished. not him, me. '

' so, we're gonna need a new plan. '

' we are not our parents until we choose to be. '

' maybe things need to get a little upsetting before they move forward. '

' they will see this as impertinent. '

' you're gonna sing the song, aren't you? '

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buckysgrace · 11 months

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Forty Two

Kim didn’t even have the chance to confront Billy that night. She had practiced it, rehearsing the lines in the shower and in the mirror as her heartbeat anxiously for the sight of his return. Every second just made her angrier as she realized he had left without a word and was most likely out partying as the hours ticked by. His absence didn't go unnoticed by Neil, who seemed to be growing even more furious the longer he was back home. She had a feeling their vacation hadn't worked out like Susan had been hoping. It was fairly obvious that Neil had no plans of changing.

She had waited until everyone was asleep to creep to the phone. She was hesitant but called her father all the same. She needed to know, to hear from his voice that he hadn't received anything from her. Not that it got very far. As unusual, her father seemed to miss her phone call again. That, or he had taken to ignoring her completely now that he hadn't received any money. It scared her, thinking that her relationship with her father was completely gone.

Billy confirmed her suspicions about being out partying when she heard him dragging himself into the house in the early hours of the morning, reeking of alcohol and smoke. She felt anger brewing in her chest when she waited for him to open her door, then, she was even more angry when he never did that. Despite being so tired, she stayed awake to stare up at her ceiling. She was so mad at him that she had kicked her stuffed animals off of her bed, letting them rest on the floor.

So, she practiced the next morning once she was dressed. She looked in the mirror, thinking of everything she was going to say to him once she saw him again. Not that he made it easy. He had locked himself in his room and as each second passed, the angrier she grew. It was irritating. She desperately wanted to find out why he would do that to her but it seemed like he had other plans. She wondered how long he had kept this from her and if he just expected her to never find out. She didn't understand him sometimes.

“I’m off,” Susan kissed the side of Kim’s head as she nibbled on the pancakes she had made. Kim grumbled in response as she dug her fork into her fluffy pancakes, “Are you okay?” Susan questioned softly. Kim spared a glance at her mother.

“I’m fine.” Kim said shortly, not feeling like she was able to trust her mom with anything she said. She knew if she told Susan that her dad had asked for money she would freak out. Her parents hadn’t ended their marriage well and this would be another reason for her mom to hate on her father. Kim was still convinced he wasn’t a bad man.

“Hm,” Susan fluffed a hand through her hair softly, not sounding convinced, “Things will get better.” Kim looked up at her longer this time, noticing the tired lines under her eyes. It suddenly made Kim sad, realizing something was wrong.

“Will they?” Kim was uncertain as she watched a sad look pass through her mother’s hazel eyes. Susan kissed the top of her temple and Kim felt like she was a little girl again, wrapped up in her mother’s arms. She felt safe, like nothing was wrong. She thought that if she closed her eyes hard enough, she could still picture their tiny house with yellow, peeling walls.

“We can only hope. I know they will for you and your sister. You’re both so smart and sweet. You won’t ever end up in a situation like me.” Susan promised and it made Kim sick to her stomach. She wondered if one day she would be grown, in a happy marriage, and thinking about all of the shitty things her mother had gone through. She wondered if her mother had thought the same thing, that one day she would be in a happy relationship with a kind man and escape the abuse that had come before her.

“Mom,” Kim looked at her worried, “I’ll help you. We can figure something out. You don’t have to live like this.” Susan looked as if she was really lingering in her daughter’s words, but shook her head just as fast.

“I’m happy,” Kim listened to the strained tone in her voice as she tried to convince her eldest daughter. Kim thought that this must be part of the reason she had said that love didn’t exist. She was sure if she was in her mother’s shoes, she would think the same thing. She really would really want the best for her daughters too, “Oh, I got you an appointment for Wednesday. It’s at 9:15.” Susan turned quickly, picking up her purse from the counter. Kim watched, still feeling like she was the scared little girl who used to sleep on her mom’s side of the bed when she was scared. She lingered in her thoughts as she remembered her mom would be the one, she would go to when she was scared, not her father.

“Thank you,” It was hard to swallow as Kim looked at her mom. Things still didn’t feel the same between them, but Kim wasn’t sure if she blamed her anymore. The way they were talking now reminded her of the other day and when they used to live in San Diego. Way before Neil. Kim realized that her words from the other day weren’t from her, but from Neil. It made her worried, thinking that Neil must have something terrible to dangle over her head, “I can make dinner tonight if you want.” Kim offered softly.

Susan took a hold of her keys and Kim tried not to think about how weird it was that Neil hadn’t taken her to work. She didn’t need something else to be upset about.

“Oh, that would be nice. Go have some fun today,” Susan smiled but it didn’t quite reach her eyes, “I’m really sorry about how things have been going between us.” Kim nodded her head stiffly; afraid she would cry if she said anything else. Susan walked out towards the living room, to the back staircase. Kim stared after her for a moment before she dumped the rest of her pancakes into the trash. She carried her plate to the sink, washing off the sticky syrup quickly as her mind wandered.

She went to the phone again, picking it up and dialing her father’s number again. Her heart throbbed in her chest as she curved the phone to fit her face. This had been the fourth time she had called since this morning. He hadn’t answered yet and she wasn’t sure why she thought he might answer this time.

"Hello?" A woman's voice answered on the other end, just as Kim felt her heart sinking back into her stomach. She paused, her mind thinking a hundred different thoughts as she urged her tongue to move. She clutched the phone tightly to her ear.

"Hi," She breathed out quickly, unsure of who she was talking to, "Is Sam nearby?" Her heart was racing in her chest as she waited to hear her father's voice again. There was silence on the line for a second.

"Yeah," The girl on the other end sighed dramatically like it was an inconvenience, "I'll go get him." Kim grew anxious as she rehearsed what she would end up saying to her father. As angry as she was at Billy, she didn't want to risk having it get around to her mom that he had messed with her money. She couldn't see Neil being very happy with that.

"Hello?" Kim felt the tears welling in her ears as her father's warm voice traveled through the phone. She breathed deeply, trying to relax her breathing before she broke down into tears.

"Daddy, hey," She breathed out quickly, "How are you?" She held the phone tightly, as if she could will him to stay and talk to her. She glanced over her shoulder, wishing that Max was here to talk to him too.

"Kim?" Sam sounded confused when he finally spoke up, "I'm doing pretty well. I didn't expect you to call." She lingered for a moment, blinking her eyes as she furrowed her eyebrows together. She wondered if she should mention how many times she had tried to call.

"Yeah, I missed you," She spoke softly, twirling the wire around her finger. She waited for him to say it back, but he never did. She spoke up again, "Hey, there was an issue with sending the money but I'm going to get it sent again. Sorry it took so long." She explained as vaguely as possible.

"Oh, oh that's good," He suddenly sounded interested, "Things have been really hard over here." Kim nodded her head, listening to every syllable he said. She missed him so much.

"I know, I'm so sorry," She responded quickly, wanting to get as much of a conversation in as she could. She thought about her complicated feelings towards Billy and thought that her dad might be the one person to help untangle them for her, "I've tried to call. I've wrote too, but I don't know if it goes through." She tried to not sound as defeated as she felt.

"I've gotten your letters," Sam spoke and she thought she could hear the smile in his voice, "You still have a knack for your silly stories." She paused for a moment, exhaling slowly.

"You've gotten my letters?" She repeated, waiting for his response.

"Of course, I love reading them. You're so bright, I knew you would be." His tone sounded happy but none of that mattered to her anymore. She felt like her heart was dangling loosely in her chest, barely holding onto the veins that raced through her body. Her grip loosened on the phone.

"I never got any letters from you." She managed to not sound hollow, despite feeling like there was an empty spot inside her chest. It hurt, realizing that he had received everything she had wrote to him and not taken the time of day to send anything back. She would've been happy with an empty envelope that had his name signed on it. At least it would've meant that he cared enough to speak to her. She wondered how many phone calls he had purposely ignored, thinking that it was her or Max. The other line was quiet and for a moment she wondered if he had hung up, so he didn't have to answer her.

"Oh, Kim," Her dads voice was soft as he spoke, "Things have just been so hard on me recently. I haven't had time to do so." She thought of how she would write to him in California, how often her and Max would call, and he would never answer. She paused for a moment before she hung up the phone up on him, feeling more alone than ever. She didn't have anything left to say to him. Her heart was throbbing as if he was actually here in front of her, stabbing her in that exact spot. She exhaled, expecting to feel the need to cry but instead feeling nothing.

She pulled off of the wall at the same time Billy’s door popped open. She felt the angry brewing in her chest again but her speech about confronting him had left her suddenly as she stared at him. He had on a light blue buttoned up shirt and a pair of dark denim jeans. His curls were looser than usual, and his grin was sloppy as he looked at her like nothing was wrong. Her heart did tumbles in her chest, and she only seemed to grow more infuriated from it. She couldn't even seem to stay mad at him.

“Smells good in here,” His voice was raspy as he walked by, letting her know that he must’ve woken up just a little bit ago. She kept quiet as he passed her, stepping towards the kitchen and rummaging through the bags of cereal. She felt that it served him right that he didn't get any of the pancakes she made, “Is everyone gone?” She watched his lips curl into a mischievous grin, but she ignored it, forcing her soaring heart to calm itself as she walked to the living room. She didn't want to give in so easily, she knew she had a right to get angry with him over this situation. Even if this all boiled down to her father.

“Yeah.” She thought that maybe she should leave and find somewhere to go so she didn’t have to see him. She wasn’t necessarily comfortable showing up at her friend’s house unannounced and she really didn’t have anyone else to hang out with. She turned on the TV, pretending to focus on what was on while she rehearsed the lines in her head again. She could feel her pulse in her wrists and her hands grew sweaty with nerves. She wasn’t good at confrontation. It made her sick as she thought about having to tell him that she knew what he had done.

She thought of her father again and wondered what he was doing. If he was truly mad enough to not talk to her or if he was just busy trying to straighten his life out. She had a feeling it wasn't the second option. It made her worried and feel even more full of guilt, not hearing from him for this long. She had Max and her mom, but he had no one. She couldn't imagine how lonely it must feel for her dad to be on his own and facing his addiction alone. She didn't think he was right to ask her for money, but Billy wasn't right in taking her choice away either.

“Okay,” She listened to the way he rummaged in the fridge and poured a bowl of cereal. She dragged her eyes to the bottom of the floor as she realized she was staring at his reflection through the TV, “Are you doing anything today?” His voice sounded like smooth honey in her ears as she listened to him. She exhaled again, trying to focus on the words that was coming from the person on the show rather than him.

She hated how easily her heart still beat for him even though she was mad. She chewed on her bottom lip, “I don’t know.” She was being short with him, but she didn’t care. She was too mad with him, not understanding why he would do that to her without saying something. She felt like she was able to handle him telling her that it was a bad idea. She didn’t think it was fair for him to go behind her back and do it without asking.

“What?” He looked up at her, his mouth full of cereal as he chewed. She dipped her eyes back towards the TV, ignoring him as she wrapped a blanket around herself. She didn’t have anything to say at the moment, “What did I do?” He tried again, nudging his foot up against her. She turned to him, fairly sure that her irritation was showing on her face.

“Did you do something wrong?” She asked him, tilting her head as she did her best to analyze him. She was positive she could see the gears in his head turning as he tried to think. It was almost funny, watching him try to find something that he may or may not have done wrong.

“I don’t think so,” He grumbled, glancing back towards her rigid form. His blue eyes looked soft as he searched over her irritated expression. She figured she wasn't as good as hiding her expressions as what he was. She shrugged her shoulders stiffly, "You're acting like you're mad about something."

“Then nothing’s wrong.” She said simply, turning away again. She was tempted to go to her room and pout again but decided against it. He sat forward, resting his cereal bowl on the coffee table before scooting closer towards her. She nestled herself as close to the arm of the chair as she could.

“Kim, cut the bullshit,” She looked at him surprised, “What are you upset about?” He looked genuinely concerned and it just seemed to make her even more upset. She felt like she couldn't trust him, like he had been lying about everything.

“You took the money I was going to give to my dad.” She didn’t ask him, she told him. As much as she wanted to deny that he would do it, she knew deep down that he was the only one that would. She watched the way his blue eyes softened and that was all she needed as a confirmation before she was standing from the couch and stomping to her room.

“Will you at least let me explain?” He was right behind her, catching the door with his hand so she wasn’t able to slam it shut in front of his regretful face. She felt her eyes narrowing as she stared at his large hand and wished that she had a bit more strength inside of her to push him away. She wanted him out.

"What's there to explain?" She was still trying to barricade him out of her doorway, "You said before that I shouldn't comment about your relationship with your dad. What makes you think you have the right to do that with me?" She meant every word she said as she stared up at him, trying to pick him about and understand him.

"You act like it's a big deal. All I did was put your money back where it belongs. He's an adult, he shouldn't be looking to you for money." Billy's voice was soft as he spoke, and he looked at her as if he didn't understand why she was so upset. She gulped hard, knowing his words were partially true but she didn't want to admit it. She wasn't ready to think of her dad in that manner.

“You had no right to do that. That was my money, and I can spend it how I want and give it to whomever I want.” Her chest was heaving as he pushed his way into her room. The back of her throat was burning as she stared at him, waiting for him to apologize. She felt betrayed that he would do such a thing and not tell her about it. No wonder her father hadn’t called, he was probably hurt that she hadn’t sent him anything. She wouldn’t let Billy be the reason her father stopped talking to her altogether.

"I didn't want you to get hurt," He tried to plead to her, "I was trying to keep you safe." She ignored the soft look in his eyes.

"I'm not a little kid. I don't need your permission to make my own decisions, regardless if I get hurt or not. He wasn't forcing me; I chose to send him money." She was angry as she spoke, not understanding how Billy couldn't even trust her to make her own decisions. She had just complained to him about her mom not treating her like an adult, yet he was acting similarly. She knew it was the same reason he didn't invite her to go out last night either. He was treating her like she was a glass doll that could break down into teeny tiny pieces at any second.

“I never said you needed any of that. I just didn't want you to blow your hard-earned money on your pathetic dad. He probably would've blown it all on gambling anyways.” He looked at her seriously, like he couldn’t believe what she had just said. Her jaw went slack, and the anger consumed her as his insulting words bounced around inside of her mind. She knew he had no right to say anything about her father. He didn’t know anything about her dad and there was nothing wrong with helping him out. She was sure he was just busy, probably hurt that she hadn’t sent him anything when she said she would.

“Don’t call him that!” Her voice shook as she yelled at him, the back of her throat burning hard. She didn’t want to cry in front of him, “He’s my dad, not yours. You have no right to say anything about him, you don’t know him.” She meant every word she said too. She knew her dad wasn’t pathetic. No, he wasn’t the best at parenting, but he never hit her. He was never mean to her. He was kind and funny. He was everything that Neil wasn’t. Billy exhaled softly.

“I know he doesn't deserve to be your dad. That was the first time he spoke to you in how long? Kim, he wanted money. That’s fucked up. I couldn’t let him do that to you.” She was crying now, his words cut straight to the bone. They hurt. She shook her head hard, feeling the tears soaking her soft cheeks. Billy looked at her with sympathy, like he somehow could understand how she felt at the moment.

“He’s going through a hard time, and you don’t know him. He’s my dad.” She replied pitifully, staring up at him with reddened eyes. He cupped her cheek softly and as upset as she was, she wasn’t able to pull away from him. She knew he was right, that her dad had only wanted her for her money. It didn’t make the pain hurt any less. She still felt like she was breaking inside as the image of her father continued to fade in her mind.

“I know what it’s like,” Billy rubbed her cheek softly with her thumb, removing the tears from her wet cheeks, “To have a parent that doesn’t want you, that is only there when it’s convenient. Kim, I didn’t want you to have to go through that. I’m sorry, I should’ve told you.” He spoke earnestly. She didn’t know why she felt like he was the only one that could comfort her, even if she was still upset with him. She shook in his hands, keeping her eyes down casted so she didn’t have to look up at him.

“My dad loves me.” She was trying to convince herself. His thumbs felt soft as he wiped away her tears, touching her cheeks so softly she could barely feel it. She didn’t understand at what point her relationship with her father had come to this. She felt as if she had been a good daughter, like she hadn’t done anything to make her dad leave.

“I’m sure he does,” Billy said softly, drawing her away from her thoughts. She looked up at his soft features, feeling vulnerable as he observed her, “It doesn’t mean that he should treat you that way.” He said softly, his tone sounding raw as he spoke. She felt her eyebrows furrow in sorrow as she watched him, realizing the hidden meaning in his words.

“I’m sorry.” She wasn’t sure what she was sorry for, it just felt like it was the right thing to say at the moment. She was still angry, but she realized it wasn’t really towards Billy, it was towards her dad. Even if she had sent the money, he hadn’t called her once to check on her. From the day he left it had been her and Max that had been the ones to make sure he still had something to do with them. He must be too far into his addiction to even care. It hurt her; it made her feel small.

“Don’t apologize. You had a right to be mad,” Billy spoke softly, nudging his nose softly against hers to draw her attention back to him. He pulled away a few inches as she gazed at him, taking in the look of remorse on his face. She wasn’t sure if his actions were right, or if she quite forgave him yet, but he was the only one that could comfort her. He was the only one she wanted to have at her side at the moment, “I didn’t want you to get like this.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss against each of her cheekbones. She sniffled in his hands, still feeling like a blubbering mess.

“Okay,” She breathed out slowly, her eyes felt like they were puffy and burnt a bit as she blinked at him, “I want you.” She admitted quickly, taking a fistful of his shirt and pulling him towards her. She pressed her lips against his gently before he pulled away, much to her dismay. She felt a fresh wave of betrayal wash over him as she watched his blue eyes. He hesitated as he looked into hers.

“Kim,” His minty breath massaged her wet face, “I don’t know if you’re ready.” She kept her grip on his shirt, feeling like he’d slip away if she let go of him. She was sure she looked desperate because she was. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything else.

“Why?” She felt her breathing coming out harder. She wanted to feel like someone wanted her, like someone wanted to be with her. Even if it was only for a few moments, she could pretend that it was something more, “Don’t you want me?” It was a risky question; she knew that if he said no that it would hurt her more than what her father did. His blue eyes looked uncertain as he peered at her, biting down on his bottom lip.

“I always want you,” He told her softly, glancing down at her pink lips, “I just don’t want you to regret anything.” He mumbled so softly that she had to strain to hear him. She watched the look of vulnerability that crossed his face, realizing that his walls were down.

“I would never regret you.” Her heart thumped hard in her chest, realizing he would never truly understand what her words actually meant. She didn’t know how long it took her to realize how special he was to her, but she knew it now. Maybe there would come a time in the future when it was time to let go of each other, but she wouldn’t be the first one to do it. She would forever feel him around her. He would haunt her for what they could’ve been, for what they could’ve had. She knew that whatever happened, she would at least be glad that she had him for a small amount of time.

His eyes lingered against her features, but she ignored the way he watched her, instead, she worked on unbuttoning his shirt as the warmth spread across her cheeks. She thought that after crying she would feel empty on the inside, like there was nothing else to feel. However, all she could think of was him. He made her feel whole, like she wasn’t quite so broken. She pulled the shirt off of his broad shoulders, waiting for him to say something. He kept quiet instead, so she began to fiddle with his belt. She knew what she wanted; he wasn’t just some distraction.

She moved first, pressing her lips up against his lips this time. She was so used to him taking the lead that it almost felt wrong. He still tasted like cigarettes, mint and beer. She wondered what he tasted when he kissed her and if she tasted like salty tears at the moment. He pulled away just as fast, his eyes searching over her features again. Her heart was beating hard in her chest, afraid that he was going to push her away after what she had said. She wished she was able to tell him how much he meant to her.

“Please,” She begged softly as she began to push his jeans down his sturdy thighs, “I’ll stop if you don’t want this. Just say something.” She thought of brushing her nose against his, like he had done. She looked at his blue eyes, worried that she would see uncertainty in them. He watched her softly, tracing his thumb across her skin.

“I want you,” He promised softly, “Are you sure you’re okay? We can do this later; I don’t want to rush you into anything.” She leaned down against his hand, resting her cheek against his warm skin as she shook her head at him.

“You’re not, I promise,” She spoke sincerely, “I mean it, I want you. Please.” She added again, exhaling deeply as she cupped his bulge in her hand. She pressed up against him, in complete passion as she examined him. His eyebrows furrowed together, his lips curling into a small smile. She wanted him to want her as badly as she did right now. She wanted him to care for her in a way she knew he was unable to do.

“Okay,” He peppered a kiss against the corner of her mouth, “Don’t cry about it.” He mumbled under his breath as he yanked her shirt over her head. She winced softly when it caught on her hair but fixed it all the same. She didn’t even care about his tone right now. She needed to feel him against her, to remember that at least a small part of him belonged to her.

“The door,” She reminded him after he had undressed her and tossed her onto the bed. She couldn’t even find it in herself to giggle as she bounced on her soft mattress. Her heart was still heavy as she watched him cross the room and shut the door quickly. He crawled back onto the bed, smiling as he pushed her legs apart, “You’re pretty.” She mumbled softly, catching the sun that glistened off of his smooth skin. He furrowed his eyebrows together.

“Thanks, I guess,” He looked at her a bit amused, but she watched the way his eyes softened after a second of looking at her expression, “You’re sure this is what you want?” She sat up on her elbows to move closer to him as she nodded her head eagerly. She cupped his strong jawline in her hands as she felt captivated by the way he was looking at her.

“I always want you,” She breathed out slowly, pressing her lips against his gently. He leaned forward, deepening the kiss as she rested her head back against her soft pillows. His tongue slid across her bottom lip, before pushing inside and exploring her open mouth. Her whole body felt as if she had been lit into flames. She oddly felt like it would be okay to burn as long as she had him with her, “Billy.” She breathed out softly as his thumb flicked across her hardened nipple. He pulled away, a trail of spit connecting from their lips. It sent electricity between her legs as a deep desire inside of her grew in a way that she had never experienced before.

“Needy little whore,” He wiped the drool from her lip with his thumb, before pressing it inside of her mouth. She sucked on his thumb softly, looking up at him with big doe eyes. The blue in his eyes became harder to see as he watched her, “Fuck.” He bit his lip hard, pulling his thumb from her mouth slowly as he rested back on the heels of his feet. She stared at his hard cock, reaching between their legs to pump him softly in her hand for good measure. Something about this felt different than all of the other times they had been together. She was sure she was on edge and Billy was probably right, she may not be ready for him like this yet. Still, she wanted to feel like she belonged to someone.

“Please,” She spoke so softly that she was unsure if he heard her at first. She pushed his tip between her drenched folds, sighing at the sensation of their skin meeting. He groaned softly, watching her through his thick eyelashes, “Don’t make me beg for it.” She pleaded, watching a hint of amusement cross his face like he was considering it. He nodded, grunting softly as he pushed his hips forward and rubbed his hard cock against her wet cunt.

“I’ve got you, baby,” He promised, and she wished he had her in more than just one way, “S’okay.” He cradled her face with one hand, rubbing her soft cheek with his thumb as he glided himself in with his other hand. Her hips raised on instinct, moaning at the sensation of his cock stretching out her fluttering walls. She felt her eyes fluttering as she drank in the feeling of his thick length bottoming out inside of her. He pressed in so deeply, exhaling softly as she felt his balls rest against her skin.

Her fingernails traced up the side of his muscular arm softly, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake as she lingered near his tattoo. She gripped onto his skin tightly when he slowly pulled his hips back and then slammed back into her tight cunt. She whimpered, forgetting everything she had been focused on. All she thought of was him and the way they fit together like two missing puzzle pieces.

“Oh my god,” She clung to him, digging her heels into his skin to urge him closer to her. He grunted softly, throbbing inside of her as he drew his hips out slowly and pushed back into her. He pushed her hair from her face, leaning down to lick the corner of her mouth. Her nails scraped against his skin as his movements drove her into the bed. She mewled, pulling him down further on top of her until his chest was pressed flush against hers, “More.” She demanded quietly, turning her face to watch his eyebrows scrunch up in pleasure.

He was rutting his hips into her as he moved one of his arms behind her neck, careful not to pull on her long hair. He placed another hand on her hip, desperately clawing her closer towards him as he rocked into her. His nose was brushing against her skin, his breath filling her lungs as she was sure they had never been this close before. She felt the familiar warmth spreading through her body, her clit throbbing as they moved in unison.

“You’re so beautiful,” He murmured against the crook of her neck, his lips gliding across her sweaty skin, “So fucking beautiful and all mine.” He promised her, his words vibrating across her pale skin. She moaned, feeling a ticklish feeling growing in the pit of her stomach. His praises went straight to her core, causing her to grind her hips up and push his cock deeper inside of her wet cunt.

She felt her toes curl as he hit the sweet bundle of nerves inside of her, the movement of his hips growing faster as she clenched around him. Her room was filled with the sounds of their moans and of their skin meeting together. She dug her nails into his skin softly, squealing as he thrusted his cock into her harder.

“You make me feel so good,” She whimpered, tilting her head up high as his lips sucked across her skin. She could feel his teeth grazing and she didn’t even care if he left any marks on her. She’d embrace it, she’d be happy that she would have some sort of memory left of the two of them, “Billy.” She cried out, grinding her hips up helplessly as the familiar feeling grew in her stomach. He grunted in response, licking up the side of her neck before connecting their lips harshly.

It was rough and sloppy, their tongues flicking against each other as they chased their high. His arm flexed around her, drawing her in even closer as his hips began to stall. She whimpered against his lips, rolling her hips in unison as she felt the familiar feeling growing inside her.

“Cum inside me,” She begged, her lips brushing against his as she spoke, “Please Billy, fill me up with your cum.” She was nodding her head, like it would help sway his decision. He grunted, rocking into her harder as his skin smacked loudly against hers. Her legs were shaking as she clung to him tightly, feeling herself release around him with a loud cry.

“Fuck,” He exhaled softly, his hips beginning to stall as he rutted his hips down against her, “Holy shit.” He cursed, bottoming out inside of her as he filled her wet cunt with his warm liquid. She gasped in pleasure, soaking in the feeling of being full. She squeezed onto his arm softly, nudging the side of his cheek with her nose. He was still breathless but peppered a kiss against her lips. Their mouths were still met when he puckered his lips and spit into her open mouth. She moaned, swallowing his spit without another thought.

Everything that had just happened felt so small as she held onto him. No matter what she was feeling, it felt right lingering in his arms. Her heartbeat to the rhythm of his own and the line that was between them seemed to be fading to nothing in her eyes. She realized how hard she was truly falling for him as their skin mixed together.

“I’m sorry,” He mumbled again, looking at her sincerely. His curls were stuck to his sweaty forehead and his chest was moving in unison to hers, “I thought you’d be mad if I said anything.” She looked at his soft blue eyes, feeling like he was being genuine with her.

“I would have,” She admitted, knowing there really wouldn’t have been a way for her to not be upset, “I just wish my dad was different.” She didn't want to say anything else, too afraid that she would start crying if she brought up any more memories. He nodded softly and she was sure he felt the same way towards his father. She liked the way he never made her feel less than. She knew her father was far better than his own, but he never brought that up.

They laid there together, still wrapped up in unison as they came down from their high. Kim’s legs were still shaking, her clit still vibrating as she relaxed against his touch. She turned, rubbing his tanned skin softly as she watched the way his eyebrows furrowed together. She looked over his thick eyelashes and high cheekbones. She thought if she laid still enough, she could count every freckle on his cheeks while he tried to recollect his breath.

“I love you,” It was like all of the warm air left the room and a chill breeze spread over them instead. Love. The word bounced around every crevice inside of her brain as she tried to process what was happening. Everything inside of her froze for a long uncomfortable minute before it all kickstarted again. Kim’s eyes were just as wide as Billy’s as he stared down at her in horror, looking like he couldn’t believe he had just said that. Kim was too afraid to breathe, too afraid to move as she tried to keep her face as neutral as possible. She felt a flicker growing inside of her as she began to believe that maybe she wasn’t that crazy after all, maybe there had been more to the two of them. Her mood quickly damped as she looked at his expression, realizing it wasn’t filled with love, “Shit, shit, fuck.” Billy pulled himself from her wet cunt quickly, earning a sound of protest from her. His face was reddening like she hadn’t seen before as he moved quickly. Her heart was thumping nervously, and she suddenly found her tongue very dry as she stared up at him. She felt like she had done something wrong suddenly, not quite understanding why he was pulling away so quickly.

"Billy," She breathed out, unsure of what she could say to make things better. Her heart was beating faster in her chest as the familiar warmth grew from her cheeks down to her toes. She suddenly thought of saying the same words back but was unsure if she would mean it. She had never been in love before, and she was certain this was just a crush. Even if she did feel the same way, the panicked look on his face made her feel like it was just a mistake. Like it had been a slip of the tongue. She thought she really would scare him away if she repeated those three words back. She didn't want to be rejected and lose him at the same time, "Don't worry about it." It hurt herself to say. She wanted him to say the words over to her again and she wanted to know what he meant them. He was doing his best to ignore her, his eyes darting around the room quickly.

“I didn’t,” He stammered out quickly, pushing his blonde, sweaty hair off of his forehead, “I wasn’t thinking. That just sort of slipped out. I didn’t mean it; I mean this is just sex. Nothing else.” She had never seen him ramble so much and fight for the right thing to say. She wasn’t sure if he was trying to reassure himself or her. She gulped, feeling her once elated heart grow weak from the stabbing of his words. She quickly nodded in agreement, not wanting to seem like the only one who had feelings. She felt a burning in the back of her throat that she ignored. The last thing she needed to do was cry in front of him.

She watched him for a moment, understanding that she had been the only one to get feelings so far. She realized quickly while she watched him that this probably meant nothing to him. He didn't care for her in the way she did for him. This was purely sex for him, and she was just another outlet for him to use as he pleased. He didn't love her; he had just slipped up on his words. She felt sick and wondered if this was what her mother had been trying to warn her about. She didn't want to have a broken heart, especially not from Billy. She paused as she watched the way his eyes darted around wildly, like he had just done something bad. She tried to pull herself together, not wanting him to feel guilty for anything that he was saying. As much as it hurt, she knew she would keep giving herself to Billy even if he never felt anything for her. She knew there was something between them, even if he wasn't ready to admit it yet.

She wasn’t really sure why she was so upset. She didn’t know what love was, there was no way she could love him. She was sure that she had a crush on him, but that only meant that she liked him. There was nothing deeper between them. At least, she hoped there were no deeper feelings brewing towards him. He had told her well enough that there was nothing on his end.

“It’s okay,” She breathed out slowly, trying to pretend that it didn’t hurt while she laid in a puddle of his come, “It just slipped out. No big deal.” She mumbled, each word making her tongue feel even more numb. She could feel a familiar lump burning in the back of her throat as her heart hung sadly in her chest. Billy couldn’t even look at her and she thought that his actions may have hurt the most. She kept urging him to turn her way and face her again, but he was refusing to do so. It worried her, thinking of how he always held eye contact so strictly and now he couldn't even look in her direction. She wondered if he could see right through her, if he knew that she would've whispered the words right back to him.

“I should go,” For the first time she could see him fully as he had unknowingly torn his own walls down. He looked panicked, full of fear as he sat on the edge of the bed and dressed himself. She stared at the way his back flexed as his muscles moved and she tried to ignore the throbbing in her heart. She wondered if the reason he wasn’t looking at her was because he could see how badly she was bleeding on the inside.

“Yeah,” She was still messy between her legs but that was the least of her worries at the moment. Her throat burned as spoke, the tears threatening to spill, “I’ve got stuff to do anyways.” She mumbled, pulling her panties back over her ankles. She had a strong urge to shower and scrub every inch of her skin. She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to clean the dirty feelings inside of her.

“Kim,” He turned suddenly, looking over his shoulder as he watched her, “I really didn’t mean to say that.” She felt a small sliver of hope growing in her chest as she realized it sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than anything. She ignored that feeling, knowing that it was too good to be true. It felt like he was twisting the knife as she slowly sat up to look up at his stony features. She did her best to keep her shoulders from sagging, not wanting to seem as disappointed as what she felt. He didn’t feel the same way about her, she knew that, and she knew that she shouldn’t let it bother her. Yet, it did. It hurt so badly.

He didn't love her.

“It’s fine,” She darted her eyes towards him, looking at the worried expression that was plastered across his pretty features. She looked back down towards her feet and shrugged her shoulders, “No hard feelings.” She promised. He didn’t kiss her when he left this time, he didn’t even spare her another glance before he was out the door. She rested back against her bed as a lonely feeling settled in her chest. Her eyesight grew wet as she stared up, urging for her heart to stop crying. She felt worse than she had earlier, like part of her heart had just broken off from the rest of her heart.

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