#and that is.. concerning to me?? going through your child’s stuff is bad right guys? can we agree on this?

[lowcallyfruity]

Guys I thought we hated the shroud parents- I thought this was a whole thing one time when we talked about how they’re probably not the best parents- guys am I going insane I swear there was a point in time when we hated them- guys-

#also I’ve been thinking about this but #shroud mom looking through Idias personal belongings (files) is BAD right #can we all agree on this? #I’m not on jp so I don’t know all of the context but #from what I have seen she went through his computer files??? #and that is.. concerning to me?? going through your child’s stuff is bad right guys? can we agree on this? #I don’t care what the reason is it’s still a really gross thing to do right ????? #are we acknowledging this? #because all I see is people finding it funny and doing comics and stuff #which is FINE. as long as we acknowledge this is not. something that a parent should do #I think it gets very uncomfortable for me the longer that joke goes on but WHATVEER #its FINE I guess #I’m just being dramatic but idgaf #idk it just seems that everyone* loves them now? #*I know not evryone does but a lot of people do #and why? is it their designs? the way they act? #but whatever #💛!me talking💀 #this was kinda Ranty sorry if you made it this far

[just-some-random-girl]

See, this is what happens when people don't count important details in storytelling just because it's not being said outright, but rather shown through character expressions without dialogue. There were hints from the beginning that Stella was always meant to be a bad person and an obstacle to Stolas' feelings for Blitzø.

Don't believe me? Watch Loo Loo Land again with more open ears and eyes. Stella is shown throwing stuff at Stolas, including his sentient plants which he values highly and she was likely aware of that. That imp butler she threw at him means she not only abuses Stolas, but her own servants too, especially those of a particular lower class race.

Octavia's expressions here imply that this isn't an isolated incident either. That's the look of a girl who's heard this same type of arguing from her parents everyday. With how annoyed she looks, Stolas and Stella might as well have been fighting like this for years. It'd be more surprising if they didn't.

Octavia's lack of a reaction to her mom throwing a plant that almost hit her implies that this is far from the first time Stella has thrown things around the house. That is a concerning thing to get used to. Stella is also heard yelling about Stolas sleeping with an IMP, in THEIR bed. Notice the emphasis on "imp" and "our" bed. Even Stolas' only response to that is "I didn't have time to go to a motel!" It's pretty clear here that Stella is more concerned about about Stolas cheating on her with an imp specifically and ruining her reputation than the fact that he cheated at all.

If she was truly upset about the cheating itself, she would've said something more along the lines of "I can't believe you slept with someone else!" or something like that. Throwing their imp butler and him saying "You wanna fuck this one too?" and calling Stolas "pathetic, imp-sucking face" is all you need to know that Stella is making it more about WHO Stolas cheated on her with than the fact that he cheated. Keep in mind that this argument was going on right in front of Via, who didn't even say anything or try to stop it.

Octavia here says "You two done screaming for the day?" with little emotion, and Stolas' reply basically amounts to "Yup" without hesitation. More and more proof that his marriage with Stella was NEVER happy and never something that he wanted.

Later in the episode, Via does say that her parents used to love each other, even though we as the audience know it's not true. Stolas even tries to explain to her that he and Stella were never in love to begin with, but he didn't have the words. Because how exactly can you explain to your daughter that you and your wife were in an arranged marriage since you guys were kids for the sole purpose of producing a child, without offending her and making her think she was only born for one purpose? Or better yet, what reason is there to assume that she'd actually believe you?

People have looked at this picture on the wall and somehow came to the conclusion that Stolas and Stella used to be in a happy, loving relationship based on this picture alone, just because Stella is smiling in it. But if you look cloesly, you'll see that smile on Stella is barely there. She's very obviously faking it to keep up an image. She's forcing it so people won't get suspicious. This is the vision of Stella that Octavia remembers from her youth, which is exactly why she was naive enough to believe that her parents genuinely loved each other before Blitzø came along for a one night stand in hopes of getting the grimoire. Sure, she had seen them arguing and fighting with each other before that, but that's mainly because most if not all parents have gotten into nasty arguments at some point that their children were more likely than not to witness.

Stella is barely looking at Stolas there, clearly rolling her eyes and just wanting the picture to be overwith already. Stolas is genuinely happy there, but that's because his "little owlette" is there with him. He's not looking at Stella at all. Another picture in their house with just Stolas and Stella together has both of them frowning and looking at the camera, not each other. Octavia is the only thing to come out of Stolas' marriage that ever gave him any real happiness. She was the only reason he stayed at that house.

That scene where Stella ignores Octavia's cry for help when she's having a nightmare and tells Stolas to go check on her instead is more evidence that Stella had never been a nice person or a good mother. You could argue that she was just too tired to do anything about it, but look again. Stolas was just as tired as she was, yet he still went out of way to comfort his "little Starfire" when she was having a bad dream. Octavia may have called for both of her parents, but she said she had a bad dream about her father disappearing. Not her parents, just her father.

Also notice the drawings in Octavia's bedroom when she's a child. Look at how many of them are of her and Stolas together, but Stella is nowhere to be found in those drawings. That shows how close Via is to her father, especially when she was a little girl, but was never really close to her mother at all. Sure, those drawings are no longer in Via's room when she's a teen in the present, but remember that her and Stolas gradually got less close to each other as the years went by and their relationship got more flawed, to the point that Via questions if her dad even loves her anymore and literally listens to music about hating dads. But the fact remains that there were never any drawings of Stella in her daughter's room and there still isn't now is pretty telling that Stella was never a good mom, still isn't now and likely never will be.

Now look at The Harvest Moon Festival. If Loo Loo Land didn't convince you that Stella was a bitch, then this episode sure will. Stella's only scene in the episode is her screaming into a phone while she's talking to Striker about wanting Stolas dead. Right in front of him and Octavia. While Via is listening to music that's too loud for her to have even heard the screaming, Stolas heard it pretty clearly. But he had no reaction to his own wife screeching about hiring an assassin to kill him. Him being completely unphased by something like that is surely a sign that Stella had always hated his guts and he knew about it. He likely heard her shouting at the top of her lungs about wanting to murder him with her own bare hands. If he's not reacting to Stella talking to Striker on the phone about planning his death in front of him, he might as well have been hearing shit like that from her for years.

Not counting the pilot, those are the only two scenes with Stella in season 1. Both scenes depicted her in the same light. A loud, violent bitch in a loveless marriage. Therefore, her reveal in The Circus about always hating Stolas from the get go is not a retcon. Not that there was even much known about her character for there to be retconned in the first place, but her few scenes before that episode showed her doing and saying nothing BUT horrible things.

As for Stolitz, Blitzø is more than once implied to return Stolas' feelings for him. He just never said it out loud and is in denial about his own feelings. He's not even aware that Stolas' love for him is genuine because between their reuniting at the Not Divorce Party and their fumbled fake date at Ozzie's, Stolas has only ever talked to Blitzø with sexual innuendos. So Blitzø had no reason to assume that Stolas was legitimately in love him and didn't just want him for sexy times, because Stolas hadn't really been helping his case. Blitzø ranted to Fizzarolli about Stolas "acting" like he cared about him outside of sex.

Everytime Blitzø talks about Stolas treating him like his own personal fuck toy, he looks and sounds pretty upset about it. I doubt he'd care all that much about his relationship with Stolas being transactional fucking if he didn't like him back. Right after the fake date gone wrong at Ozzie's, Blitzø is looking at several pictures saved in his phone, one of them being a photo of him Stolas laying together in bed. Blitzø looks genuinely happy in that photo, he's even smiling. He DOES enjoy being around Stolas. After Loona comforts him, he can be heard whispering the names of all the people he cares about and is close to. Those people being Loona, Moxxie, Millie and.... Stolas.

In Seeing Stars, Blitzø blushes when seeing Stolas in his human form and you can see his pupils dialating for a few seconds before he changes for a few seconds. I don't know about you, but I don't blush at anyone i'm not in love with when they get a new look. Pupils dialating are also a commom indication that you're looking at something you love. Later in that episode, Blitzo nervously sweats when Stolas whispers into his ear with a seductive voice, smiles at Stolas specifically when he causes the whole audience to laugh, and holds his hand while they run out of the burning building. Blitzø did not need to hold Stolas' hand. He could've just said "Hey, let's get the fuck outta here," and Stolas wouldn't have hesitated. On top of that, they are still shown holding hands long after they escaped and only let go once they see their daughters.

Now, onto the most complicated scene involving the Stolitz relationship, during Blitzø's ball tripping hallucination where he sees Stolas on top of a staircase and is being pulled towards him with chains. Already not a good sign. But Blitzø was already climbing the staircase before the chains appeared. Even when he saw Stolas above him, he didn't run away. He briefly walked towards him before being dragged towards him. He's seen blushing once he reaches the top and Stolas caresses his face. Also notice how the art style in Blitzø's ball trip sequence was completely different from how the show normally looks, but the moment he saw Stolas the art style changed back to normal. Meaning that Blitzø feels the most like himself when he's around Stolas.

He just wants to be in a legit, healthy relationship with Stolas out of love, not the transactional fuck buddy situation he's in right now. He wishes that Stolas would stop calling him degrading nicknames like "impish little plaything" and is bothered by the power imbalance between the two of them.

"Show, don't tell" is an important writing tool that isn't respected these days. If a story isn't being anvilicious and spoonfeeding you information with heavy-handed exposition and infodumps left and right, then foreshadowing details get dismissed and ignored, with some people straight up saying they don't count because it's not being spelled out to them every 5 seconds. This is why some people still insist that Stella's villainy was retconned and that Blitzø has no interest in Stolas despite evidence to the contrary. They were paying more attention to their headcanons than what the show actually presented, and got mad when their headcanons were contradicted by canon.

#helluva boss #blitzø buckzo #stolas goetia #stella goetia #octavia goetia #stolitz #character analysis #show don't tell

[vegasandhishedgehog]

Just a non-comprehensive list of all the things P'Jojo touched on throughout the entirety of The Warp Effect:

The harm of forcing teens to promise absolute abstinence from sex while not providing space for safe and open discussions about it

Some people have a strong sense of their sexuality/gender identity. Others don't

Even guys who seem like good ones can do horrible things and be unaware. They are not required to be forgiven no matter how guilty they feel

Being single by choice is not shameful

Fwb is not shameful either

No one has any right to expect more out of a relationship when you have communicated what you are up for up front

Female friendship is a beautiful, wonderful thing, why would we pit so many bad bitches against each other when they're cooler as friends?

Nonsexual kinks are valid and with the right person can make for a beautiful relationship

There are several methods for pregnancy and it's important to discuss things with your donor (if you've chosen one personally)

Listen to your partner! It is actually possible to be together for a decade and still be unaware of something they like/dislike!

You can be forgiven for being shitty in high school but that is not up to you, it's only up to the person you have wronged

Always know the age of whoever you're talking to so you don't accidentally sleep with a minor

Fatphobia and transphobia have never been cool

Trauma hurts and the journey to work through it is difficult. It's not wrong to want to reconcile with someone and find that you can't. It's not wrong to try to push past it numerous times. It is not your fault someone ruined what should be a good experience for you

Nonsexual intimacy is valid and the right partner will work with you to understand your needs

The choice to have children is a really big one and no it should not be an excuse to keep the relationship together. The choice not to doesn't always have to break it up either

Abortion is a personal matter and should be done safely and legally

STDs have all sorts of origins and are an important matter to address in terms of being polyamorous or even going from one partner to the next. They are also not a reason to feel shame and are simply a matter of getting proper treatment and abstaining from sex while healing. Straight couples can get them, it isn't just a gay stereotype

Anyone can have a romantic relationship and not have sex

Parenting from afar isn't being responsible, but it is still possible to create a relationship with your estranged child

Dick size is nothing to be concerned about - you can find someone who enjoys a sexual relationship with you no matter what

It is so important to see your doctor. If that doctor makes you uncomfortable, though, you should be fine to leave and go somewhere else

Gay does not mean pedophile and it's important for you and your children to know the difference because there are gay teachers and coaches who have enough on their shoulders

Cheating doesn't have to include anything physical if you're seeking pleasure from someone who is not your partner and have not discussed such things with your partner or the person you cheat with

Sex work should not be criminalized and more of us need to standing up for the rights of sex workers

Masturbation is normal and doesn't have to be treated as sad or pathetic

Cishet people can be amazing allies. You can have your group of gays, lesbians, bisexuals, and trans people with a bunch of them included and it can be a fabulous group

Casting agents that don't allow for body and gender diversity don't deserve their job

The show gave us a whole PSA on pelvic exams????? HELP??????

ALWAYS PRACTICE SAFE SEX NO MATTER WHAT YOUR AGE, ORIENTATION, OR IDENTITY IS - ALWAYS HAVE A PROPER DISCUSSION AND STICK TO WHAT EVERYONE CONSENTS TO. ALWAYS

I swear I'm still missing stuff but everything that The Warp Effect said is so special to me

#the warp effect #thai shows #gmmtv #p'jojo

[vaguely-concerned]

Thoughts upon finishing Master and Apprentice! A good double read with Padawan; the ending of that leaving Obi-Wan slightly hopeful about his relationship to Qui-Gon makes for a very sad yet hilarious ‘Local Padawan loses last little bit of hope he didn’t even know he still had’ sort of vibe to the beginning of this one, which is set one (1) year later and Obi-Wan is So Done with Qui-Gon’s whole deal by this point (correctly btw). Also if you can’t tell already I will not be objective or free from bias in this because I love Obi-Wan so much and some of the stuff Qui-Gon pulled made me incandescent with rage on his behalf <3 let’s go

- 'oh obi-wan, you're so mature for your age, I keep forgetting you're only seventeen years old,' qui-gon says, word for word, repeatedly, in master and apprentice, apparently willfully deaf to the industrial-sized warning bells about their relationship dynamic that should probably be setting off in his head. qui-gon believes in vibing with the living force and being in the moment right up until the moment requires him to pay attention to the kid he's raising for more than oh, one and a half minutes of self-effacing inner monologue and then he's like 'well unfortunately there is simply no time for that right now there are prophecies to be pondered'. (the fact that the admission that obi-wan has essentially been left to raise himself emotionally and the resigned reframing of that as 'and maybe that is a good thing!' is part of the olive branch they extend to each other towards the end... will my sadness never end)

- most of all it's so heartbreaking to me that qui-gon seemingly never understands just how much obi-wan as a person is rooted deeply in shame. I don't think that's a feeling that's particularly prevalent in qui-gon's own inner world so he doesn't recognize how central it is in obi-wan's psychology and completely misunderstands and misaligns with him again and again and again and then gets annoyed with obi-wan for that, thus making the shame even deeper. doubly painful because he does see the way rael lives so much of his life out of shame now and feels sad about it, but can't see the way he's contributing to obi-wan doing so. this is what fucks me up so bad about the generational trauma in star wars -- no one here meant to be cruel. for all his faults I do think qui-gon does love obi-wan and doesn't mean to hurt him. but the original sin of the prequels as far as I'm concerned is qui-gon tenderly drying away obi-wan's tears as he's dying even while completely failing to see him, his eyes too fixed on anakin's future to actually be with obi-wan, who's there right now and needs him.

these are simply very different people trying and failing to understand each other, and the harm that can still happen in that… 'if you love me, you don't love me in a way I understand', all the way through the disaster line, even when the love is there, it is there, that’s what hurts the most, it just doesn’t reach where it’s needed, there’s a connection that doesn’t happen. (ironically I think ahsoka doesn't doubt that anakin loves her, it's just uh everything else that went down. so y'know family curse broken! new even more fucked up curse achieved now with more child murder. I mean there already was some child murder in this family but anakin upped the game exponentially) 

- a lil guy who's basically tarzan except the gorillas are replaced with protocol droids and then he becomes a jewel thief is one of the funniest star wars concepts I've ever heard and I hope pax and rahara get to pop up in more star wars media, they’re great fun. (also an idea I think would be super fun to make a character/campaign around in Edge of the Empire or something, everyone playing different droids and then one person being robo-parented lol) 

- was not prepared to have rael posit a theory of what essentially seems to be the jedi version of predestination in his despair, but I do love to see it haha. especially interesting since he, qui-gon and dooku must be among the people alive who've studied the prophecies in most depth, and they've all reached different conclusions -- dooku decides to join the war of light and dark on the side of dark for some reason, qui-gon (possibly the stubbornest fucker the jedi order ever produced) 'turns towards the light not to win some great cosmic game, but because it is the light', and rael in the middle falls into the depressed apathy of 'it doesn't matter what we do here, the outcome is already decided; for there to be true balance there has to be as much dark as light in the world so we're fucked'. but in the end he does take qui-gon's words to heart and turns towards the light rather than accepting dooku's offer, even if he might not believe it makes a difference in the long run. man I love rael. hobo-looking sonofabitch living in a castle for eight years will just suddenly fling out some deep jedi theology huh

- master rael 'I'm gonna make up for the big terrible mistake I made on accident by making an even bigger more premeditated mistake on purpose' averross (affectionate)

- the added layer to dooku’s fascination with prophecy after reading dooku: jedi lost — that his best friend in the world was a seer who couldn’t turn it off and it destroyed him……….. dooku you’re not getting him back if you just understand what he saw you know that right

- the more I read of master and apprentice the more I realize that the reason yoda and qui-gon don't get along is that they're two of the judgiest bitches the jedi order ever produced. They’re like two cats scowling judgmentally at each other from opposite sides of the room pretending to live and let live while going ‘you’re wrong tho’ internally. 

- I dunk on him constantly (not entirely without affection, however grudging), but Qui-Gon is genuinely a really interesting character. He’s so… he’s so. He’s infuriating but he’s infuriating in an equidistant sort of way. You feel me. He’s pissing everyone off equally and he just doesn’t care because again, he’s the stubbornest judgiest bitch around and thinks he’s right all the time. I would be free to just enjoy his ornery ‘no actually I’m right about this’ ass and the chaos he wreaks so much more if Obi-Wan didn’t have to live with the emotional consequences of it lol. 

- poor rael closing in on fifty with his puriteen middle-aged little brother clutching pearls about his getting laid once in a blue moon fhdskjahfas. again a really interesting insight into different ways of interpreting the jedi code, though, I love seeing the jedi not be an ideological monolith. to be fair to rael, having sex sometimes does seem to be the indulgence he has that causes the least conflict with his principles or loyalties so you know what honestly force speed you my friend why not. (and then there's qui-gon 'noooo sex is only okay if you're In Love (implied: like I was)!!!' jinn lmao. I wonder what he'd think of anakin and padme's relationship, would that pass the 'being sufficiently purely in love' test for him) I do like how consistently it’s shown that rael doesn’t mean to be cruel or unkind in anything he says, he always notices something landing too close to home and then pulls carefully back from it instead of pushing on. He seems to be the emotional intelligence powerhouse in this lineage (as long as he doesn’t have his feelings too tangled up in something, at least). 

Dooku: jedi lost also shows us that dooku absolutely knows rael is out there in the galaxy laying pipe and is, at worst, softly amused by it. So in this little family unit it’s only qui-gon losing his mind over it fjsdkafa I’m so used to having qui-gon be the wild card maverick compared to obi-wan ‘*in tears* but what are the RULES master’ kenobi, it’s so fucking funny that within the context that raised him he’s the stick in the mud 

I guess. the book also had a plot and it was not bad! some interesting insights about how the republic interacted with the big corporations and just how fucked everything already was by this point. I'm a pretty character-driven reader so that's what sticks with me for the most part

- obi-wan’s big teenage rebellion here being that sometimes. Occasionally. When he really loses his temper and gets hot under the collar. He’ll say something slightly passive aggressive out loud instead of keeping it contained inside his head. And qui-gon still can’t handle that gracefully AT ALL he snaps right back fdjskfhas. (I guess he also snitches on qui-gon to the council but well, you know, qui-gon was breaking republic law pretty brazenly at that point I think that moves beyond teenage angst and into ‘...master that’s a wholeass felony’ territory). Obi-Wan does go for a couple of low blows, but like. Nothing that’s not actually true, is the thing. And mostly he blames himself for not being good enough, because surely if he were qui gon wouldn’t treat him like this. Augh. hngh. Pain. suffering. 

- I am not one of the people who think everything would have automatically been just hunky-dory if only qui-gon lived and could have been anakin's master (in fact I would have given it a 50/50 chance of going exponentially worse way faster; being more similar as people is not always a guarantee that a relationship will go smoother and qui-gon is an incredibly difficult man to be close to for any length of time), but the way this book basically presents how the dynamic between dooku, rael and qui-gon could have gone on in the next generation too... it would have been incredibly unfair to obi-wan (as always I think that's just an universal constant lmao) but I think the odds of it turning out okay would have been better if you had him in the mix to run crisis control for both qui-gon and anakin, as he does for each of them individually as best he can anyway. at least he could have been free to be anakin's brother and friend purely in that scenario, without all the added mess of grief and having to take on a parental role there so young. he does basically fill that role in ahsoka's apprenticeship, after all.

- qui-gon finally hugging rael before he leaves the planet (and especially since when they were younger he wanted to, but held himself back from it)... that's still his big brother even with all the shit that's happened since ;_____; when someone teaches you how to swim (literally and symbolically) that shit stays with you I suppose

Relatedly: DOOKU getting hugged, and gladly. What the fuck. Are you all seeing this shit. I’m gonna cry or laugh I’m not sure which one why am I emotionally invested in the galaxy's most problematic grandpa now this sucks

#and that's the power of star wars baybey #star wars #master and apprentice #obi wan kenobi #qui gon jin #rael averross #count dooku #star wars meta

[rouecentric]

I'm just imagining two scenarios -

either dion almost gets the isekai treatment where a gen-Z potential transmigrator gets reincarnated as him after dying but instead, dion has og!dion and transmigrator!dion in their body.

Another is where lanthe has an illegitimate child (b/c he would) and this daughter of his literally looks just like the younger version of lanthe and she grows up right alongside dion and teaches him how to stay sane and akes sure he's mentally stable tips on how to survive. Cue the two of them helping Roxana kill lanthe

YOU AND ME.

dion agrece + transmigrator!gen z!reader got reincarnated as him, but og!dion and reader are in the same body — platonic. / fluff / tw torture , mentions of suicide .

letters from the stars: OMG I misread the ask.. I'm so sorry </3

DION both pities and envies you. He pities you for the fact that you were stuck in such a situation, and envies you for the fact that you got a better childhood than him pre-transmigration.

Although he doesn't show it, DION grows to care for you as time goes on. despite you both being pure subconcious minds, he learns how to be more human because of you, he learns how to feel more.

Although you two were souls stuck in his body, the two of you decided to split duties. DION gets to train, go on his missions and do the monthly test while controlling the body, so you do everything else while DION rests.

If you're younger than DION, he'll eventually see you as his younger sibling, refusing to let you do any "dirty work" that he's meant to do.

If you're older than him, DION respects you, and even sometimes asks your input and opinion on things, as he's been thankfully taught to respect his elders.

DION doesn't really tell you what to do or say, unless you have to talk to Lant, then he'll definitely tell you what to do so you wouldn't get on his bad side.

You and DION usually interact through dreams or in your guys' headspace, but the latter being uncommon.

DION doesn't want to see you how he tortures people and toys, because he, surprisingly, hates the feeling of you being scared or disturbed.

You two are able to feel each others' emotions, so the two of you are like open books to one another, it's impossible hiding something from him.

DION, unsurprisingly, doesn't get your humor, and usually finds himself somewhat concerned about the things you say. He doesn't want you to turn out like him, and the dark humor and pessimistic stuff you say doesn't help with his concerns.

Although he doesn't say it, you somewhat scare and confuse DION with your actions and threats of committing suicide. Please don't actually do it, and why the hell are you fist-fighting a crow?

You and DION get into playful banters often, usually from a weird thought or stupid question you ask him, trying to intentionally piss him off.

#twtptflob x reader #twtptflob #manhwa #manhwaxreader #manhwa x reader #dion agriche #dion agriche x reader #platonic x reader #platonic manhwa #platonic #dion agrece #deon agriche x reader #deon agrece #roxanna manhwa #roxana manhwa

[woso-dreamzzz]

Injured has me in a chokehold. Has us ALL in a chokehold. ty <3 Want to apologize for how long this got… sorry

Trying to sympathize with Olga and Alexia but it's a little hard to because it seems like they've never spoken about Bambi’s presence and what that meant when Olga first got into a relationship with Alexia.

In each instance Alexia seems to see Bambi as an afterthought—and she’s normalized it to the point where she can’t help but just blurt stuff out and push Bambi to the side. It’s selfish and very traumatizing to Bambi :( why didn't they have a conversation about whether or not Olga was ready to form a relationship with not only Alexia, but Bambi too?

Had they not considered trying to co-parent Bambi first before deciding to have Jaume? It goes both ways for Alexia and Olga and the miscommunication is not just concerning for Bambi, but Jaume too. The whole bit about “I love Jaume bc he’s mine but mostly bc he’s your’s too” is so disconcerting because ??? all along Bambi’s been here and she’s Alexia’s. Was Bambi always going to be that bastard child Olga couldn’t fully love just because she wasn’t something Olga (nor Alexia, kinda) really wanted?

This is a little irrational but what if Olga decides that Jaume is actually her’s the way she’s internalized that Bambi’s Alexia’s? I feel like it’s so wrong to assume possession of a child when you get into a relationship with someone who has children already. It’s not to say Olga needs to want Bambi as much as Jenni does immediately… but I feel like it would’ve been much less painful to have considered forming a relationship with Alexia AND Bambi. What are your thoughts?

ig I just really like how complex and thought-evoking everything is! Olga didn’t try with Bambi because she didn’t want to be rejected by Alexia. Alexia didn’t try to get Olga and Bambi to interact more because she thought Olga didn’t want to. The true villain here is miscommunication and clearly the two need to be more frank about where they’re heading because this seems like slippery slope into a bad marriage and …really bad parenting. Alexia’s already overcompensating with Jaume and I doubt that’s any good too.

It’s kind of easy to align with Alba and Jenni considering the Putellas-Rios household so far has done nothing but harm poor Bambi. I do appreciate seeing their views and the grovelling Alexia doing… but team Jenni! She’s at an advantage where she can prioritize Bambi and always consider what’s best for the child. Not only that, but she truly wants Bambi and is being so mature and respectful towards Alexia about it (sorry lol… I currently cannot fathom how Alexia could possibly get us to the reconciliation outcome. Enjoying the attempts though.) Kids should never have to go through parents who don’t completely, wholeheartedly want them. It creates resentment in both the kid… and a little bit in the parent. Bambi is definitely the definition of forced to grow up and she shouldn’t have to.

Honestly all I wanted to ask was where you currently align in terms of reconciliation or not. It’d be cool to see a little bit more of your thought process with regard to Bambi and what you think is best for her. Sorry about the long msg!

ps. lowkey was like “you got eggsma?” at Bambi the entire time

Don't apologise. I love these kinds of long messages.

It is such a complex situation because Alexia and Olga both have different ideas and thought processes and they never even realised until this was all going on.

Bambi was always a little bit self-sufficient, it was just how she was but this whole situation is maturing her much too quickly.

Of course, I'm way more informed than you guys about where this is all going/how reconciliation could be achieved. Right now, it looks pretty grim but Alexia did put in some effort (even if she did muck up the ending). Everyone can see that she's trying whether or not it's successful.

The next part is definitely going to be a bit rough for Bambi and Jenni though but somehow a bit healing in some parts. It's very easy to put Alexia and Olga as villains in Bambi's story but Jenni isn't perfect either and the next part is definitely going to be a bit of a warning about how small things can freak out a traumatised child even if you have the best intentions

#asks #Bambi

[creepypastasomethingsomething]

No Escape

I was pretty bored, so I wrote this little one-shot for you all. If anyone has a request, you can just send them in. Also, 123 followers?! What the fudge?! Thanks to everyone who enjoys the stuff I make, I really appreciate it a lot :3 I'm actually thinking of making a second part of this.

TW: Swearing, Blood, Violence, Death, Decapitation

Ticci Toby X NB! Reader

*1,964 words*

The October night was cold and busy, trick or treaters scattered around the neighborhood wearing various kinds of costumes. Most of them were children with their family, some were teenagers, and others were adults going to parties. Police were in some places, watching and making sure everything was alright and no one was in trouble. The night was fun and happy, as usual. Nothing really bad happened in this neighborhood, it seemed. There hasn't been a murder, or attempted murder, in over fifty years, which was good.

The edge of the forest was full of life as a party was taking place. It was rather large as a family was hosting it; they invited friends and some brought their family and pets. There were many different games and the family that was hosting the party made sure that it was child friendly, as many children were there. At a table, a group of young adults from college were sitting and eating and drinking as they chatted. They were all in costumes and looked as happy as can be, a few on their phones.

"Hey guys." a tall girl their age wearing a pirate costume with a few objects in her hands walked to the table, a concerned expression on her face.

"Oh, hey Leana. You and (Y/N) enjoying the party?" A guy with freckles asked as he tapped his Ghost face mask on the table.

"Yeah, that's the thing, Jarred. I haven't been able to find them. Have, uh, have any of you seen them?"

"No." Jarred replied as he frowned.

"Do you know where they might have been?" Another guy with a Scream costume asked. Him and the other one were probably going as Billy and Stu from the famous slasher movie.

"They said they were going to go get their cousin Annie who wandered into the forest. Annie came back, but (Y/N) didn't."

"Maybe they're just lost or taking pictures of the forest?" A girl dressed as a cat hypothesizes as she fixed her cat ears.

"I-I don't know." Leana sounded worried and showed something that was in her hand. "The thing is... I found their phone and it now has a crack in it."

"What in the?" Another girl who was dressed as a clown looked at the phone. "I- Did you look for them?"

"Yes, yes I did but couldn't find anything else but their cane, lantern and mask. But I left those where I found them."

"Did you tell their parents about this?" Jarred looked at your cracked phone, and took his mask, and clutched in tightly.

"No. But I was hoping you all could go get the police while I tell their parents."

"Of course we will!" the cat girl shot up, "Right guys?" she looked towards everyone else at the table who nodded.

"Yeah, (Y/N) might be in some trouble." the second guy with the Ghost face mask shot up as well. "And I'll come with you to tell their parents."

"Thanks Xander." Leana started to look even more worried and concerned for you.

"Me, Brittney, and Saffron will go get the cops, while you and Xander will go tell (Y/N)'s parents about their disappearance.

Everyone nodded and left to go do what they were told.

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You ran as fast as you could through the forest, careful not to trip over your dress. This Halloween, you custom made your own plague doctor costume with your close friend Leana. You had a full on mask, hat, and clothing, along with a lantern and cane, but you lost those with your phone. Your four year old cousin Annie wandered into the forest and you went to fetch her and bring her back. When she was safe you went to retrieve your cane and lantern (and mask), which you dropped when you noticed Annie was gone.

But, before you could get those, a gloved hand, cold and tasted like dirtied leather, was put roughly against your mouth. You screamed and scratched at the arm that pulled you away from the scene, but it was no use. No amount of screaming or moving around would let your capture let go of you, even if you did hit him, it had no effect. Finally, when the two of you were deep enough in the forest, your capture roughly tossed you on the grassed ground.

The fear when you looked up at the man who was now chasing you was nearly indescribable. The man had to be at least six foot and four inches, his dark hair disheveled with pale skin, and clean looking orange goggles over his eyes. He had on a dark colored coat with dark pants and a pair of sneakers; a belt was around his hips with two hatchets attached, the metal part gleaming in the moonlight. That was scary, the hatchets, but possibly the most terrifying thing about him was probably his face. On his left cheek, there seemed to be a large open gap; it showed his pink flesh and gums and his teeth.

You've seen photos and heard about a guy who had some sort of piercing in his face, showing off his teeth. You thought that was cool, a little strange, but cool. But this man, this man was not doing that. The open wound did look healed, but it was obviously a wound that was left by some sort of accident, or the man did that to himself. He quietly looked down at you, shivering and crying, and you just looked at him, too scared to get up and run.

"Not runnin', huh?" He asked you.

Hearing his deep voice made you gulp, and you swore he had some sort of accent. German, maybe. After a few seconds he reached down to a hatchet and you gasped. You got up hastily and started to run. You knew that this wasn't the way back to the party, but you ran anyways, not wanting to risk running around him. You looked behind you and saw that he was chasing after you, making you run even faster.

.

.

.

Toby chuckled and gripped his hatchet harshly in his hand. He thought it was funny that you thought you were getting out of this forest and live your life. Of course, he had strict instructions from his Master to kill you. You were doing a report of people who went missing in this forest around fifty years ago for school, and the survivors talked about a Slender Man who nearly killed them. You were getting close to knowing the truth, weird as the news reports were all destroyed. How did you get access to them? To Toby, The Slender Man was known as The Operator, his boss and the eldritch-like creature who would torture him if he didn't kill you.

Toby raised his hatchet, getting ready to toss it at you. He looked around at your body for a perfect place to strike you with it.... a couple seconds passed.... and a few more... and then he tossed it! The hatchet flew over to you and hit you in the back. You screamed in pain and fell over, tears falling down your face as you sobbed. You couldn't get up and the hatchet was lodged in your back, up a bit, and it definitely cut through your clothing. Warm blood seeped out from the wound and began to stain your clothing. You shook and Toby walked over to you; he took the old hatchet's handle and put a foot on your back, and then pulled the hatchet out, blood pouring out of the wound like a waterfall.

You screamed louder at the pain, and gripped the grass in your gloved hands. You bit your lip as you tasted your salty tears and tried to fight the pain. Maybe you would get out alive somehow? No. You were going to die. You were going to die alone in this forest by the hands of a fucking maniac and your body was most likely never going to be found. Your friends would be devastated at your loss and the town would most likely go into a panic as a crime like this wasn't committed since the early seventies.

Toby leaned down and took your shoulder in his iron grip and turned you over. You held in a scream from this; your back was bleeding, your spine most likely severely damaged, and it was touching the gross ground of the forest. Toby stomped a foot on your chest and you closed your eyes, whimpered, and gripped the grass so hard that under your gloves, your hands were probably going white.

This is it, you thought, shaking and biting your lip so hard that it started to bleed, I'm going to die in the hand of this asshole. Fuck.

Toby smiled down at you, your eyes closed and blood running down your mouth to your chin and to your neck. He raised his hatchet, and like an executioner, swung it, almost decapitating you. Your head was still on your shoulders, but it was almost off. You were still aware of what was happening. Crying harder, you tried to take a breath, but started to choke at the blood. Toby groaned and raised the hatchet and cut your head off completely.

He watched as the blood pooled around you and squirted out from your neck. You opened your eyes and looked around. What the hell. Weren't you just decapitated? Wait.... You have heard of people's heads, like Ann Boleyn, being conscious for about 4-30 seconds after being separated from the body. Your head, still half conscious, looked up at the sky and the man who did this to you loomed down, a devilish smile on his face. You frowned and tried to speak, but your eyes lidded and you started to black out.

You were dead.

Toby was told by the Operator to leave your body where it was after killing you, so he didn't do anything. He put his hatchet back where it was and looked at your body. It was too bad you died. You were young and quite the attractive person in his eyes. But oh well, he had orders to do.

Toby cracked his neck and walked away, leaving his work to rot.

The next day, a whole entire search party went out looking for you. Your friends were part of it and everyone was quite shaken up when they didn't find you. The search lasted a few months until you were found by a police officer, who almost threw up at the sight of you. You were in the same position, but bugs flew around your decomposing corpse and you had worms and maggots in your neck. When the town found out you were dead, your prediction was right. Everyone panicked.

Your family and friends held a funeral for you and had you cremated. Your body was far too decomposed to be in a casket or coffin. People thought that you being dead was connected to the mysterious murders and missing people fifty years earlier while other thought that your murder was just some sick bastard. The whole town mourned you, as you were quite popular, and they all said "They're in Heaven, flying with angels."

Little did they know that you weren't in Heaven, nor were you in Hell. You became a ghost. A headless ghost. You wander the forest, lost and scared, your head under your arm as you walk. You never saw anyone else besides the cop who found your body at your death place, so you became lonely. You were dead, angry, scared, and lost.

You knew you couldn't escape this monster named Toby the moment you laid eyes on him.

#CreepyPasta #Creepypasta X Reader #X Reader #Ticci Toby #Ticci Toby X Reader #Toby Rogers #Toby Rogers X Reader #one-shot #Halloween

[cherrythepuppet]

🧡Alice/017 X Imagnairy Reader🖤

You Worked at the Cabin Fever Labs before it all went to hell, You and your wife, Alice also known as 017 along with your child BeauBut when the Cabin Fever Labs did go down You were ripped apart by the Anti-drone sentinels causing Alice to go slightly crazy but now...after a few years She likes to pretend you are still there with her...

She walked into one of the operation rooms where she saw 'You' sitting on one of the hospital beds reading a book "Heya Dollface!" Alice exclaimed 

"Alice!" You exclaimed putting your book away "Darling How was you're day?" You asked

"Grrreat Dear!" Alice replied "I killed some drones that came through the vents and cut 'em up! Even got some parts to make myself bigger!" Alice explained excitedly

"Now, come here Dear, I got some big ol' kisses for you" Alice said walking over to the bed before grabbing you and pinning you down and kissing you aggressively "I've missed you my dollface!

"You kissed back and smiled "I Missed you as well dear" you replied with a small blush on you're screen

Alice's kisses got longer and more passionate "So, what were ya reading about?" Alice asked "Some kinda depressing book?" Alice added "I hate depressing stuff...except when its me causing the depressing effects!" Alice joked

You chuckled "It is quite depressing! I believe its an Edgar Allen Poe book too?" You said glancing at the book "But seriously What's up with the guy and dead chicks?" You aughed

"Not a clue Love! But hey, at least its entertaining!" Alice said "I mean, its better than a lot of the lame sappy love books out there these days..." Alice said glancing at her wedding ring

You nodded but didn't reply for a moment "Alice...do you sometimes feel as if...you aren't real?" You asked randomly

"Huh? What are ya on about love? I'm as real as you are?" Alice said with a confused sigh "Sometimes you act...odd, love...." Alice said "I hope you're okay?" Alice said with worry and confusion on her face

"I just feel...well it's odd but I feel as if I'm not real?" You sighed "Odd isn't it?" You chuckled

Alice tilted her head "Well...I can assure you, you are very real" Alice said before thinking for a moment "Now, I got a question for ya, why do you think that?" Alice said before she started scratching and repairing one of her legs

"I-i don't know..." You mumbled "It's like-...it's like I'm not real and well...imaginary?" You said

Alice sat there trying to process what you said "...well, that's....kinda crazy talk, Sweetie!" Alice said while still sounding confused and concerned "Do you have any idea why you're even thinking like that Love?""No..." You replied "But It sometimes feels that way...Like i-" You paused "Like I'm dead" You muttered 

Alice stared at you before putting her hand on your cheek "Darling....I'm not sure what could be the cause of these crazy thoughts of yours" Alice said lovingly "...I can assure you, you are far from dead, you're alive and I'm proud to call ya my wife" Alice said kissing your cheek

You leaned into her touch "Your right darling...I don't know what I was thinking" You smiledAlice kept kissing your cheek and smiling

"Hey, you can tell me anything ok love? I'm here for ya" Alice said "Now...why dont we watch one of those silly sappy romance movies? The worst ones we can find and just turn our brains off and watch some bad acting?" Alice said with a giggle "What do ya say?"

You laughed "Yeah" You replied "That sounds nice" You added 

Alice smiled before standing up and offering her hand "Alright, well come on, Let's go pick something super sappy and cheesy to watch" Alice said "We'll just be lazy and cuddle in bed all night".....

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Uzi unleashes her AbsoluteSolver to destroy the door buttons, thus opening the doors and giving the Sentinels more free roaming in the area

The Sentinels make their way to Alice's room However Alice slowly closes the door before the Sentinels show up "BEAU! HELP ME WITH-" Alice cried but It's too late As The Sentinels are here now

Alice is flashed and paralyzed as the Sentinels enter the room, crushing Alice under their feet, thus getting rid of her for good.....

#murder drones #alice murder drones #x reader #light angst #fanfic #Alice murder drones x reader

[schrijverr]

Returning to the Byers House

Hopper’s POV after the end of season 2, when he returns to the Byers house where he finds a mess and an injured Steve surrounded by worried kids.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: referenced child abuse, injuries, patching up of injuries and Hopper doing some shady stuff as a cop

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Hopper is having a long night and he isn’t looking forward to it becoming much longer as he drives back to the Byers house, a sleeping El in the car next to him. She closed the gate and seems fine, just overworked, which he is glad about.

Right now, he just wants lay El down on a mattress and wait for Joyce to come back and know she and Will are both alright. However, life is not meant to be good for Hopper tonight, because there is a car that wasn’t there when he left pulled up to the Byers house.

A car Hopper recognizes as Billy’s.

He mentally curses and leaves El in the car so he can drive her to safety quickly should something happen as he stomps up to the house.

When he opens the door, he is met by a mess. It’s like a tornado swept through the room and the irritated thought that he shouldn’t have trusted the irresponsible Harrington boy to be in charge crosses his mind, before he sees who’s stumbling through group the kids to protect them.

Steve Harrington looks terrible, he’s swaying in place and his face is mostly bruise. In his hands is a nail bat and he pushes the kids behind him. It takes a few slow blinks with swollen eyes before he recognized who’s standing there and lowers the bat with a soft: “Chief?”

“Yeah, kid,” Hopper says, taking a step forward as the kids come out from behind Steve. “What happened here?”

It seems that Steve isn’t really processing the question, falling back down on the couch with a loud groan, clutching his bat for easy access. He’s still scanning the room behind Hopper for danger, but he’s not listening.

Worry creeps up Hopper’s spine, surprising him. He only knows Steve from all the times he has had to break up parties at his house, parents never in sight. Yet here he is, concerned about his beat up face and the implications it had for the time he wasn’t there.

“What happened here?” he repeats, this time directed to the kids, hoping they will give them and answer where Steve can’t.

A redhead steps forwards and says: “It’s all my fault.”

Lucas immediately jumps in: “No, it isn’t, Max.”

“Yes, it is!” Max snaps back. “Billy was looking for me. I’m the reason he was here. I’m the reason you and Steve got hurt.”

It’s clear that Lucas is about to protest again, but Hopper puts an end to it, before they devolve into a full blow squabble fest. Then he gets the kids to tell him what happened tonight, eyebrows creeping higher and higher on his face as his headache increases. He doesn’t want to deal with this tonight. However, a tied up, drugged Billy in front of him, doesn’t leave him much choice.

The last thing he wants is for Joyce to come home to this, in the back of his mind he’s wondering why she isn’t here yet. He can already picture her crying over Will’s corpse, a year further and this time for real. It painfully reminds him of his own daughter, so he pushes the thought aside to focus on the Billy-issue.

Billy’s eyes are aware, but he looks paralyzed. Hopper knows that what he’s going to do is bad and he shouldn’t. However, he has other things to worry about right now and by the sounds of it Billy isn’t a guy he pities much.

So, without preamble he lifts Billy and stuffs him in the passenger side of his own car, driving a few blocks down and parking haphazardly alongside the side of the road. Then he puts Billy behind the wheel and unties him. He leans in and whispers: “In this town, this is going to be your word against mine. Be smart about what you say.”

With that done, he walks back to the Byers house and has Max make a scared phone call to the station, luckily the whole situation she’s just been through makes it easy to sell. Hopefully Billy will be picked up by his officers soon for Hopper to deal with later.

After all that, he can finally deal with Steve, still on the couch, looking worse for wear than Hopper saw when he first came in.

El is now resting on Will’s bed, Mike keeping her company, something he isn’t thinking about right now. But Lucas, Dustin and Max are still uncertainly hovering around Steve.

Steve, who is sitting upright, sure, but also slumped over. His eyes have closed and if it weren’t for the wheeze that comes from his broken nose every time he breathes, Hopper would have checked for a pulse.

He hadn’t been like that when Hopper entered, attempting to stand up again for the perceived threat, something Hopper nipped in the bud, before he could hurt himself more as he tried.

Still, the wheeze alone isn’t enough to comfort Hopper. Steve has just gotten the shit beat out of him and Hopper has seen his fair share of head injuries throughout the years. That cannot be good. In fact, it can be quite bad.

So, he squats down and shakes Steve’s shoulder, gruffly saying: “Wake up, kid. Come on, I need to ask you a few questions.”

Steve groans. A reaction is good. He doesn’t open his eyes, however. Less good.

“I don’t have all day here,” Hopper tells him, trying not to show the ever growing worry. “I need to check that you don’t have a concussion. Look up for me, come on.”

After a second of no reaction, Hopper takes it upon himself to lift Steve’s head, trying to ignore how little Steve struggles, how heavy his head feels. He takes his less swollen eye and forcefully lifts the lid, shining his flashlight into it.

It’s a comfort when Steve’s pupils shrink under the light and he flinches back from the light groaning: “Too brigh’ st’p.”

“Sorry, kid,” he says, not sorry in the slightest. “You took quite a hit. Are you feel dizzy?” A confirming groan. “Nauseous?” A noncommittal hum. “Kid? Nauseous, do you feel it?”

“Alrea’y threw u’ ea’lier, th’nk ’s gone now,” Steve manages to answer.

“Good, good,” Hopper nods to himself, feeling a little out of his dept, but not wanting to show it to the kids surrounding him, since they’ve all managed to relax slightly with a new adult in the room to take over the worrying about Steve. Not that that’s stopping them from hovering right over his shoulder.

Though, he can’t really blame the kids for that. Earlier Steve already protected most of them from the demodogs and then he protected them from Billy, before keeping them safe throughout their suicide mission in those tunnels. Hopper mentally makes a not to scold the kids about that last part later, now he lets it go along with their hovering and tries to focus on Steve.

He isn’t sure what more to ask. It’s clear that it hurts and everything he knows about concussions and head injuries slips his mind as he tries to grasp it.

Luckily, before his silence drags on so long it becomes obvious, the door opens again and he hears Joyce’s familiar gasp as she exclaims: “What happened here?”

Hopper hopes she knows more about this than he does as he turns to her, looking alive with an equally alive Will in Jonathan’s arms, and says: “Billy came after the kids and they pulled a stupid shit. Steve kept them safe, he just got hurt in the process.”

With that he leans to the side so that the others can see Steve’s lolling, injured face. Horrified, the three gasp, Jonathan subconsciously holding Will a little tighter as Nancy steps closer to the two brothers.

Joyce, however, rushes forwards in a concerned manner, cupping Steve’s cheek softly as she checks over his face.

Steve blinks heavily to try and get this new person in focus, having melted into her gentle touch after a moment of hesitation. When he finally manages, he pulls away from her, though, flinching a little as he softly says: “’M sorry ab’t your plate. Billy smas’ed it on m’head.”

He sounds so sincere about it too, like Joyce will be mad at him when Billy smashed a plate on his head.

“Jesus Christ,” Hopper rubs his forehead, immediately regretting it as Steve flinches away from him at the sound. Hopper doesn’t know if it’s because of the concussion or something bigger, but he files the action away from later.

Meanwhile Joyce reassures him in a soothing voice: “It’s okay, dear. I’m not mad about the plate.”

“You’ren’t?” Steve asks, sounding confused.

“I’m not,” Joyce confirms. “I’m more worries about you, honey.”

“You ar’?” Again that confused tone. This time Joyce and Hopper share a look and Hopper can see his own heartbreak reflected in Joyce’s eyes. Whatever is happening in that Harrington house, it can’t be very loving if Steve is this confused about people being worried for him after getting his face beat in.

“Yes, I am,” Joyce tells him, choosing to focus on his physical well being first. “Can you tell me if the lights hurt?”

“They do,” Steve confirms softly.

“Feeling fuzzy?” Joyce asks and Steve nods.

Hopper pipes up: “He said he was dizzy and he threw up earlier, but he isn’t nauseous anymore right now.”

At that point, Nancy appears behind them as well, Jonathan now gone to take care of Will while his mother is busy with Steve. She gasps again as she sees the damage from close by and with a shaky voice, she asks: “Is he okay?”

Steve doesn’t seem to notice her presence, so Joyce responds for him: “He’s not doing so hot, but he’s going to be fine, don’t worry, dear. Why don’t you go help Jonathan with the kids, get them all home safely?”

Nancy nods as the kids protest loudly at being send home, only quieting down and giving in when Steve lets out a loud groan at the sudden noise.

While Nancy gets all the kids out of the house, Hopper keeps Steve upright as Joyce goes to get an ice pack for his head and a glass of water to drink. When she gets back, it’s just the three of them in the Byers living room.

She presses the ice pack to his head, startling him. Before she can apologize, he recognizes her again and repeats: “M sorry ab’t your plate. Billy smas’ed it on m’head.”

Another stab of worry goes through Hopper at the apparent memory loss and Joyce also looks concerned as she reassures the kid again that it’s fine. A feeling that is not at all aided by the fact that Steve is confused by their care once more.

As Joyce is coaxing him to drink the water slowly, Hopper says: “We need to take him to a hospital, Joyce. This isn’t good.”

“No!” Steve yells, the most clear he has sounded all evening, even as he winces at his own volume.

“Why not?” Hopper asks, not planning to listen to the kid, but curious to his reasoning.

“I can’t sign m’self ou’,” Steve says, struggling but powering through. “Need m’ paren’s. They’re on bus’ness. ‘S import’nt. They’ll be mad if m’ shit c’mes in th’ way.”

Joyce and Hopper share another look, none of this sounds right to them. Not one thing.

“Are you sure?” Joyce asks him gently. “You’re pretty beat up. It’ll be better for a doctor to take a look at that. I’m sure your parents will be concerned when they see how hurt you are.”

A bitter laugh from Steve is the only reply to that, then he seemingly drifts off again mentally. His eyes droops and he murmurs: “’M ti’ed.”

“Sleeping is bad, right?” Hopper asks.

“He needs to be woken every hour, someone needs to ask him questions to see if his brain is still okay,” Joyce replies, shaking Steve’s shoulder and asking: “Who’s the president?”

Steve makes a discontent noise, then shrugs: “S’me dick m’dad likes.”

Hopper can’t help the snort as he says: “Reagan?”

“Yea’, ‘im,” Steve nods.

“What year is it?” Joyce asks, elbowing Hopper at his amusement of Steve’s answer.

“1984,” Steve answers. “Can I s’eep now?”

“In a little bit,” Joyce says. “I want to check if there isn’t bits of plate still in your head. Is that alright, sweetheart?”

“’ure,” Steve nods. “Sorry ab’t the plate. Billy smash’d it.”

“I know, honey, it’s okay,” Joyce tells him as she carefully goes over his head. There aren’t many pieces left, but she sends Hopper to get the tweezers and some butterfly bandages. He dutifully does, knees cracking as he gets up.

He then watches Joyce gentle remove the pieces of ceramic, wincing in sympathy whenever Steve lets out a small noise. A thing that doesn’t happen as often as it should in Hoppers opinion. It takes about fifteen minutes before she declares: “There, all done.”

“Than’s,” Steve replies, voice still sounding off both from the hit and the still broken nose.

“I can re-set your nose for you,” Hopper offers. “But it’ll hurt.”

“’S fine, I can han’le it,” Steve assures him, blinking himself awake enough to nod at Hopper to go ahead.

Hopper squats in front of him, both hands coming up until he’s framing Steve’s nose. He counts: “1, 2…” then cracks before he can say 3.

Steve lets out a loud groan and flinches away from the hurt. His hand comes up, but he stops himself before he can touch it. He repeats: “Than’s. Can I s’eep now?”

“Yeah, sweetheart,” Joyce smiles at him, carding a hand through his hair and getting him comfortable on the couch. “We might wake you up in a bit, though.”

Once he’s off in dreamland, something that doesn’t take long, Hopper says: “I still think we need to take him to a hospital.”

“So do I,” Joyce agrees. “But you saw that face. I don’t know how the Harringtons run a household, but I don’t want to risk it.I know that look, Hop. I’ve had that look with Lonnie. He seems fine enough to keep here for the night. If it gets worse we can always go, but until then it’s not worth getting him in trouble for.”

And Hopper hates all the implications. Hates how he came to the same conclusion. Hates his own snap judgment of the boy when he first came back now that he’s seen him like this. But he doesn’t say any of that, just sighs: “You’re right.”

With all of the craziness of the night calmed down, Joyce suddenly asks: “How’s El?”

“Resting,” Hopper answers. “Will?”

“The same,” Joyce says.

They’re both quiet for a moment, then Hopper gets up, his knees cracking again. Joyce looks at him in confusion, until she sees he’s cleaning up the mess left in the living room. Then she joins him and they clean up the house in a companionable silence as they wait for Jonathan to come back. The only eventful thing is the dead demodog in the fridge giving them quite a scare.

Jonathan doesn’t take long to return, closing the door softly with an exhaustion in his frame that marks all of them. When he spots Steve sleeping on the couch, he gives a nod in his direction and softly asks: “Is he okay?”

“We hope so,” Joyce sighs softly. “We’re keeping an eye on him for now.”

“Shouldn’t he be in the hospital?” Jonathan asks, studying Steve’s face a little closer.

“Maybe,” Joyce answers. “But he didn’t want to go.”

“Is he in a state of mind to make that decision?” Jonathan frowns.

“Kid,” Hopper cuts in. “Sometimes not asking questions is better. Not everything is meant to be shared when the person you’re interrogating has a concussion.”

Jonathan looks back, first meets Hopper’s eyes, then Joyce’s. He must see something on her face, because he suddenly nods with knowing eyes and turns back to Steve for a moment. In a brotherly gesture, he pushes the hair out of Steve’s face, then nods to himself. “I’ll watch over Will tonight,” he says. “Get some rest, mom.”

Joyce nods gratefully at him, but calls after him: “Wake me if you get tired and need a break.”

He nods, then leaves as Joyce puts the cleaning supplies down. Hopper doesn’t mind, it was more to keep their hands busy, so their minds wouldn't be.

“I’m staying up to keep an eye on Steve,” he tells her.

She repeats the words she says to Jonathan, but both know he won’t take her up on it. So, they say their goodnights and part ways.

Hopper makes himself comfortable in one of the chairs and settles in for a long night of watching Steve take wheezy breaths. His nose will be permanently crooked, Hopper has righted noses before, but it’s not an exact science. If he wants to keep it straight, he’ll have to go to the hospital to get it re-broken, but Hopper doesn’t think he’ll have changed his mind in the morning.

As the night drags on, worry fades as exhaustion sets in. Every hour he gets more coherent answers from Steve to his question, but with each hour that passes he longs to sleep more and more.

In the end, he’s dozing, though still awake despite all odds, when the first light comes in through the window. And he fully falls asleep when Joyce tells him it’s okay, that she’ll take over, unable to sleep more after everything.

When he wakes up, it’s a few hours later and El and Steve are both awkwardly sitting around the table with Joyce, both munching on a plate of breakfast. It’s an odd sight that makes Hopper chuckle, before groaning as he gets up. Fuck, he’s getting old.

The noise gathers the attention from the table and El lights up and says: “I have learned another word. Concussion. Steve has a concussion.”

Steve grimaces at her proud words, shrinking into himself a little and hiding behind the sunglasses perched on his nose. It’s a little straighter with Hoppers attention, but the sunglasses on it must still hurt.

He shakes the thought of and ruffles El’s short curls, too happy that she’s safe to be mad at her running away stunt. “Good job, kid,” he tells her. “It can be your word of the day.”

She nods with a small smile, before turning back to her breakfast, giving Hopper an opportunity to look over Steve for a moment. He isn’t really eating breakfast, more pushing the food around on his plate, looking like he should be lying down instead.

“Why aren’t you sleeping some more, kid?” Hopper asks gently, out of the corner of his eyes he sees Joyce pull a face that conveys ‘that’s what I said!’ that he ignores for the moment.

Steve gives a small shrug, not meeting anyone’s eyes and says: “I should be heading home. I’ve taken up enough time already.”

Again a bit of Hopper’s heart breaks and he wonders if he can do something, anything to the Harringtons, even if he knows that with their wealth that chance is pretty small. So, he settles for assuring Steve: “None of us mind. You went through a lot yesterday, we don’t mind looking out for you while you rest up a bit more.”

At the words Steve looks at him like he’s grown two heads, before schooling it into something nonchalant, careless. He plasters on a fake smile and replies: “Thank you, but don’t worry about it, Chief.”

“I mean it, Steve,” Hopper tells him seriously.

There’s a flicker in his mask, before Steve nods with that same stupidly fake smile that isn’t fooling Hopper in the slightest. “And so do I. I’m sure, Chief. I would like to sleep in my own bed for a little more.”

Hopper wants to fight him, but his foot down and force Steve to let them take care of him for a little bit. But Steve is nearly an adult and, as much as Hopper hates it, he has to deal with El and Will and everything else that came with covering up the Upside Down. He doesn’t have it in him to wage war against something so ingrained in Steve to hide away from.

So, he sighs and says: “Fine, but I’m driving you home and coming to check on you tomorrow. If you’re not resting and in bed, I will drag you there, are we clear?”

“Yes, sir,” Steve replies, turning what sounds like an instinctual response into a joke, which he only half pulls off due to the relief.

He leaves El in the care of Joyce for a little longer, ignoring how unhappy she looks at his decision to let Steve get away with this, and drives Steve home.

The car ride is quiet until they’re pulling up in front of the big empty house. Then Hopper says: “I meant it when I said we don’t mind looking out for you. You don’t have to go through this alone, you know.”

“I know,” Steve says softly, in a tone that screams that he very much did not know. “But my mom will be home tomorrow. She’ll make me soup.”

Hopper doesn’t believe him for a second, but lets him go anyway. Still, as he watches Steve goes, he promises to himself to keep a closer eye on the kid.

However, the Harringtons are seemingly never home for him to have a stern chat with and Steve is better at deflecting and wiggling out of conversations he doesn’t want to have when he doesn’t have a concussion. So, he doesn’t have much success there either.

And the next time it all goes to shit again and Steve gets hurt, Hopper isn’t there to help him through that first night of hurting.

~~

A/N:

I am a sucker for the hours after, you know. They only show it in season 1, but there is always a clean up. The moments of it all sinking in. The licking of wounds. And that fascinates me so much, idk why.

#rr writing #stranger things fic #stranger things #tw: child abuse #tw: injury #steve harrington #st the party #the party stranger things #the party #jim hopper #joyce byers #jonathan byers #stranger things season 2 #st season 2 #hurt steve harrington #parental jim hopper

[generalfandomsofthefreak]

Spoilers for Owl House Season 3 episode 3: Watching and Dreaming (the episode is up on full HD on wcostream.net for anyone unable to watch it legally btw)

aight i'm gonna just, do a fucking "my thougths" as a watch through the episode a second time because i can this is gonna be a mix of serious points, and also me gushing because i'm in love with this show and also drinking like, just a toooouch

- I feel like lowkey, the things Amity, Gus, Willow and Hunter say during Luz' nightmare, are so effective and hurtful because they could definitely be what they actually think. And on some twisted deep down super petty level, they probably are, brought to the surface by the Collector's magic.

- Luz absolutely only realized just how much a child the Collector actually was when she realized they didn't understand what Death is. The way she now only asks "do you not know what Death means to mortals?" but how she fully goes out of battle stance. She doesn't just lower Stringbean down in shock, she instantly loosens her stance and puts them by her side, she's no longer prepping for a fight, because she just realized how much her opponent is a kid

- Raine with Tousled hair is so,,,, they're so,,,, I wanna marry them so bad you have no idea

- so on first watch i thought it was like, pretty explicit that the Collector killed the Baby Titans, but on second watch it might, not be? we really don't know enough about the Collector and their family to know for sure, maybe they did take away some of the kids, maybe they didn't. Maybe it was a bit of both? Would've loved to see more, but also i think it's nice for it to be kinda open so fans can play with the idea of there being more titans out there.

- When Luz gets overtaken by the growth stuff from Belos, absolutely the Collector does realize something happened. Like yes they try to "fix her" but the question of "where'd she go?" tells that they know, right away, something's up. This isn't like when their toys break, something feels off, different, wrong. The way they cling onto that little light, the hint of genuine concern in their voice as they ask. It's not just a, just a fucking feeling of "hey wait, where'd they go?" like when your friends are hiding.

The collector can tell it's different, it's wrong, but hey! they're the Colelctor, they're all powerful! they can fix her, bring her back! but they can't And the collector realizes what they've been doing

- I love how, from the very first proper sentence the Titan speaks to Luz in Person (not the wake up one) you can tell what kid of person he is/was. Like you can tell, both from what he said and how he's dressed, how warm, kind and loving he was. Like just, I'm so sad, he didn't get to meet King in person, and when i watched it through the first time i was so sure Luz was gonna pull him back along with her to the living, but it didn't happen.

ALSO, the fucking little hooty sticking out of his eye had me going in so many ways, because like, does it mean that Hooty's species are just particularly connected to the titan? or are worms just fucking Hooty's in the Boiling Isles??? Maybe, it's even a hint of where Hooty came from, because well there IS an eye on the Boiling Isles too! like oh my god so much in so little

- "and you seems like a good witch" i saw someone mention how Luz called herself 'the good witch luz' later on, and i'll see myself in a bit no doubt as i'm watching, BUT This is definitely a moment that sticks out to her. The titan himself is calling her a good witch, after everything she's done, that he's watched her do, he thinks she's a good witch

- ALSO, a thought i had, is how much i love that they show the Titan is just, just this guy He's got a dad bod with a billy, his beard's unkept, he's wearing a Bad Girl coven t-shirt and jogging pants with a glyph pattern, AND I BET HE WOULD BE WEARING LOAFERS. Like the Titans have been propped up so much through the series, because well the Titan is a big deal.

But also, the Titans are a people who loved their kids, wanted them safe, and lounged around in old shirts and loose pants

- THE COLLECTOR FUCKING, "I don't want anyone else to go away, I don't want anyone else to go missing" and him desperately trying to stop King and Eda and brushing off the, the growth from Belos, like oh my god he really is just a child learning about loss for the first time proper, like ever

also a headcanon i am having like right now, is that the Archivists definitely did take some of titan children away, either on purpose to paint the Collector in a bad light, or simply because they wanted, either option ending in the Collector being painted in a bad light and like they just didn't care about who they hurt. Because i bet he wasn't sat down and talked to about it, it actually does make sense if he never killed any of them and they just were taken and he was the scape goat, and i just realized that thee titan mentioned he blamed the wrong person, and at that point Belos would've been SOOO far into the future it couldn't have been him he meant.

Definitely, King's siblings are archived somewhere, and the Collector was blamed for it and no one talked to him about it

- the collector rushing to help keep the Archives balanced, their body being overtaken by Growth, but he still does it because he knows it's the right thing to do and just, FUCK ME DUDE, I love him, them, little funky fella who was neglected and never taught how to play, his siblings just pushing him away because they didn't care, or maybe even used them to get the titan babies, finally realizes what it means to be kind, and good, and what to do to make friends, and does something that does not benefit him in any way instead of trying to save himself

like fuck dude I love them so much

- RAINE, WHISTLING, THE REQUIEM/RHAPSODY, MY FUCKING HEART DUDE

- The way the "NOW EAT THIS SUCKAAA" line is animated, gives me hella anime vibes, like modern day anime, Studio Trigger type stuff, fuck me it's so good

- Eda, king and Raine getting to stomp out Belos like the piece of gum he is, is so cathartic. After everything he's done, he just gets stomped out like he's nothing

- The fact that Amity so happily goes to her dad, and Odalia is just, there, and she gets nothing??? Iconic, amazing, what she deserves. I also love that Gus' dad gets to kiss his cheek, like i feel you don't get to see that enough in shows. And of course, Willow's dad's kissing on screen, ON THE LIPS IN FULL VIEW And Hunter being greeted so warmly by Darius and Eberwolfe, my heart, i care them

and there's just too much i adore about the timeskip like,,, all of it, amazing

#the owl house #toh spoilers

[slightlyaboveaverageiq]

The Whisperer: Part 4 (Wally Clark Fic)

A/N: so the slashes will be what the spirits are writing in the note and the little squiggles are Morrigan’s responses. Also each ghost that asked a question had their own paragraph to make the reading easier. Much love ❤️

“See cherry pop I told you she would be back.” Oh good lord they’re all here. Fantastic they must have followed Dawn to my locker and not being idiots they put two and two together that this was my personal space that they could invade. Dawn did look a bit sheepish so I’m guessing they did more than follow her, I have a feeling she implied they should come with her.

“Dawn. Is there a specific reason that the ghosties are surround long my locker?” I knew I sounded like an exasperated parent talking to their child but it was literally only 7:30 in the morning…on a Monday. Which meant I had five days that I had to make it through without having a major migraine. For the most part the other spirits had left me alone, Dawn talked to everyone so the simple fact that she seemed so interested in me was nothing of major concern to them.

“Cherry pop here says you stared right at her when you first came into school, and that you tried to ignore her. We can’t even indirectly tell interact with the students, Dawn thought it was maybe just her so she tried talking to a few but nothing happened.” Rhonda shrugged and for the first time I’m guessing in forever she threw the lollipop that she was abusing with her tongue in the trash and turned back to me. “So why want to know why you’re the only one who can, and Dawn here has some kind of profound since of loyalty to you so I’m sure it you did tell her and told her not to tell us she wouldn’t.” Lovely it was like having my own little ghost puppy. It could be worse. It could be Rhonda, is there a place you can surrender spirits that you don’t want? Connor’s words echoed in the back of my mind and I quickly pushed that thought away as fast as it had surfaced.

I opened my locker and shoved my homework from the weekend and lunchbox in before grabbing periods 1-3 supplies and cramming them in my bookbag. “Look I’ve already told you I guess I’m just fucking special I don’t know okay. All I know is for some reason you can see and talk to me and I can see and talk to you. I can even hold your hand and stuff too just like I would a human.”

“So you can have sex with a ghost.” Everyone’s head turned to stare at Jock and he very quickly looked away. “I WAS JUST STATING WHAT WE WERE ALL THINKING!” we all cringed and I’m fairly certain I lost hearing in the ear closest to his air horn style mouth.

“Jesus Christ man you don’t have to yell we’re not on mars. Also I don’t know because I haven’t tried but in theory yes I probably could.” I started walking towards first period, why the hell were they still walking with me? “Guys I get you’re lonely and you’re excited about this but we can’t talk in the classroom like we can my locker. People are definitely going to notice a girl talking to herself in a quiet classroom as opposed to the fucking chaos in the hallway.” Dawn just shrugged and walked on in, of course she was probably content staring at the lights or something and wouldn’t try to carry on a conversation.

“What about notes? We could sit in the class and write notes on a piece of paper back and forth.” That was the first time puppy had said anything and it wasn’t a bad idea, and he just like Dawn was far too adorable to say no to.

“That’s not a bad idea, however I am going to be late if we don’t get in the door in the next thirty seconds so.” Jock and puppy shoved each other trying to get through the door first while Rhonda hung back unsure if she was invited to this little come to Jesus meeting as well. “That includes you too little demon.” She smiled and I offered a small one back before walking in behind her.

I pulled a piece of notebook paper out and Rhonda was the first one to grab it and start scribbling something else on it. /can you see all spirits or just ones at the schools you’ve been to?/ fair enough question I suppose. ~I can see all spirits I just try to ignore them, this school has the most spirits I’ve ever seen~ Both Charly and Wally read over Rhonda’s shoulder and Charly pulled the pencil and paper away quickly exclaiming that it was HIS turn to ask a question.

/Does your family know you can talk to spirits? Do they talk to spirits? If they don’t do they ask you to talk for them?/ Well ouch Charly you didn’t have to accidentally hit me where it hurts, but the way he looked so excited about it I couldn’t give him a crude answer. ~All of my family knows, only my oldest brother and sister believe me though. Everyone else thinks I’m crazy. Obviously because I said everyone thinks I’m crazy no one else can talk to them. My brother will sometimes ask me if someone we know that is dead is around but that’s about it.~ Charly read it and seem satisfied, maybe he was trying to see if he would be able to somehow let his family know he was still around without asking me to tell them which would in fact make me sound crazy.

/Why can no one else in your family see or talk to spirits? I feel like that would be a genetic thing./ Damn it Wally I was expecting you to be the least observant of the group not the one who picked up on that. ~Genetic flaw I guess, I know I’m pretty great but we all have to have flaws no matter how great people think we are.~ He smiled at that one and Rhonda rolled her eyes before crumpling the paper up and tossing it in the trash.

“3 points!” I wasn’t expecting Wally’s sudden outburst and leapt about 5 feet out of my chair and had everyone staring at me like I had seen a ghost. Which I guess technically I had. “Oh shit sorry Mori I didn’t mean to startle you.” He came over and rubbed my hand and ignored the weird tingle that traveled up my spine when he did.

“yeah yeah just go haunt the halls or something guys I gotta learn. I know you all don’t because you’re dead and you’ve heard these lessons a hundred times but I have not.” Wally and Charly both stuck their tongues out at me before leaving the class with Rhonda once again trailing behind.

“So are we just going to pretend that Wally comforting you didn’t give you goosebumps?” I scowled at her as she smirked and laughed before standing up before going to follow the boys. “I’m sure that’s what you’ll be thinking about in the shower tonight.”

Fucking. Cunt. Waffle.

But she was absolutely right and I am now absolutely fucked all because a pretty football ghost asked if ghosts could have sex with humans and he gave me the bare minimum of skin to skin contact.

Well fuck me.

#school spirits #wally clark #rhonda #fanfic

[poewingsdameron]

The second Kestrel stepped out of his workplace, Ziv was there and grabbed his wrist to pull him along through the busy streets. People washed past them likewaves, unbothered, even ignoring them, their laughter and jokes and yells and words nothing but the distant rustling of a ocean that did not cared for the two people wading through it: “Not a kriffing word, I need your help.”

The small cbaine Ziv used as a treatment room and home was small, a cantinas backroom that the owner had given to her after she had treated them for free. Thin streaks of colourful streetlight fellt hrough the only window when Ziv dragged Kestrel through the door and pointed at the rhodian laying on her sleeping matt, curled up like a child and a infusion to his arm through which was running a saline solution:  “They are a Jedi. Look at his lightsaber, I found it in his his backpack. He was completly exhausted and collapshed on my doorstep and meanwhile kind of squashed me on the ground so thank you very much stranger, I really did not needed to kiss the kriffing ground today, yet here I kriffing am.”

“Anyway, I put him to sleep and got  the stuff going to dehydrate him, so give him hmmm- three hours and he will wake up, very hungry but no longer kriffing delerious and definitive no longer ready to squash innocent Tynnan on the kriffing ground.”, it was only than when the Tynnanlet go of the others arm, turnign around and looking up to him. Her ears were flicking, flicking, flicking, restlessly, nervously,like the ears of a panicky animal that found themself cornered by a carnivore: “Which means that we now have some time to think about what we are going to do with him, because I have not the slighest kriffing idea? And no, don´t even think to ask, I do not have a secret safe-jedi-survivors-organisation going on, I am kriffing icognito, I am kriffing nobody, I am having the best kriffing time of my refugee-life to not be kriffing seen, and I have no idea way this guy just turned up on ym doorstep of all krififng things and I am really kriffing worried.” @irrfahrer​

@irrfahrer

The temptation to prod Ziv's mind, to find out what this urgency was all about, was strong but Kestrel reined it in, keeping both his mouth and his mind shut. He followed Ziv without a word, only wearing a concerned frown as his friend tugged him along.

The moment his gaze landed on the lightsaber, he cursed.

"Krifing hell..."

This was bad. And the more Ziv said, the worse this was. But at the same time... It was also good, Poe had to remind himself of that. It was a survivor, like them, like them! A brother, someone who escaped too, who lived, who belonged with them, would understand, someone...

Who could very well be their absolute downfall. His deep joy was dangerous. This jedi, if they were a jedi, was dangerous. And the smart thing for them to do would be to kick him right into the street and leave before he even woke up. That would be the smart thing. It really would.

"You know, if you ran a secret jedi-survivors-organisation? I wouldn't blame you. The opposite, in fact." Poe told Ziv, moving around the alien to sit down nearby, with a heavy sigh. "But I know you don't, I believe you. This is... this is a problem." He admitted.

He needed a moment to think about this, to gather his thoughts.

#irrfahrer #v: kestrel #listen this is so brilliant #and i love this so so so much

[norrisxfewtrell]

Mini Norris | Lando Norris

Request: Can I ask for one where you and Lando have a child that the public don't know of, and you are seen in the paddock with your child. And it's one of Lando’s big wins with McLaren and he celebrated with you both publicly. If you get what I am going for.

A/N: This was written before the 2023 British Grand Prix.

You didn’t plan to nor expected to get pregnant being so young, both Lando and you still not having turned 20, his Formula 1 career was just beginning and you were still in school; to say you were terrified was an understatement. At first you didn’t have to make much of an effort to hide it since you had gotten pregnant a few months before the end of the 2019 season, both Lando and you getting pretty concerned about maintaining your little one’s existence a secret for as long as you could, you had only told both of your families and some very close friends. However, you soon found that it wasn’t that bad when COVID hit. Sure, it was terrible that the F1 season had to be canceled and the situation around the world was terrifying not knowing when the pandemic would end, but at the same time you and Lando got to spend your whole pregnancy as well as your baby’s first few months completely to yourselves, enjoying it to the max. Now it was finally the time little Liam would get to walk around the paddock, the garage, and most importantly get to see his daddy in action on track.

You make it to the circuit through an entrance that wasn’t very crowded with photographers, Charlotte meeting you there and letting you in without anyone noticing, holding little Liam’s hand in yours as you walked towards the motorhomes. You walked into Lando’s driver room, letting out a sigh of relief as you were finally behind closed doors “You made it!” Lando says as he rushes to you, pecking your lips before thanking Charlotte as she closes the door and leaves “Daddy, Daddy! When do you race?” Liam asks Lando desperately as Lando started getting ready for the race “In a bit bud, I still have to get ready and do a few things with Jon before we go to the garage!” Lando answers as he changes into his race wear. You hear a knock on the door “It’s me!” Jon calls out before the door opens “Hey little man! You’ve finally come to a race! (Y/N), always good to see you.” he says as he quickly hugs you and ruffles Liam’s hair a bit. You figured it would be best to leave Lando and Jon to do what they had to do before the race so Lando would be in the right headspace and warmed up in time for the race without distractions “Okay baby, come on, let’s go see if we can find aunt Isa to say hi before the race.” You tell Liam before walking over to Lando “Leave him here with us! It’ll be perfect to avoid the photographers for a while longer and you can also hang out with Isa without having to look out for him.” Lando tells you, wrapping his arms around your waist and you place your hands on his chest “Are you sure? He might be a distraction with how excited he is.” You ask “Really love, it’s fine. I’ll call you before we leave for the garage and we’ll meet you here, go.” He says and you sigh, smiling and nodding as you place one last kiss on his lips before muttering a quick “Okay.” You walk over to Liam who was sitting on the couch “Now, you be a good boy, okay? You’re staying here with Daddy and Jon for a bit and I’ll see you later.” You tell Liam “Yes, mummy.” He says and you peck his forehead before getting your purse and leaving.

You walk into the Ferrari hospitality “(Y/N)!” You see Isa wave at you from one of the tables and you quickly make your way to her, hugging her “Ugh I missed you so much!” you say “I missed you too. So, did you guys decide on bringing Liam?” She asks as you both sit down “Yeah! He’s back at the room with Lando and Jon, we wanted to wait a bit before he’s completely exposed to the cameras and stuff.” You say as she nods understandingly. You catch up with her for a while longer until you get a call from Lando saying it’s almost time to go to the garage and that you should go to them, you say goodbye to Isa, making plans to see her later and you walk away to get to your boys.

You walk to the garage, one hand in Lando’s, his other occupied by Liam’s. He already knew everyone in the garage but had never actually been in it, seeing the action of it all; Lando had taken him along sometimes when he had to go to the factory. You took some pictures of Liam in Lando’s car, Lando making sure Liam didn’t touch anything he wasn’t supposed to and you felt your heart flutter like it never had before while looking at both of your boys finally enjoying what they both loved most and the love in Lando’s eyes as he saw his little boy in his car. Soon it was race time, you held Liam in your lap so he could see the screens and everything going around clearly.

The race starts with Lando in P4 and he quickly overtakes Max in the first corners, leaving Lewis and George in front of him. A while later there were only 7 laps left, he was two seconds behind Lewis and four behind George, it was all going to come down to the last laps. Lando was quick to catch up to Lewis, both of them fighting for P2 through a few turns until Lewis finally makes a mistake and Lando wins the position quickly speeding away to get to George. 2 laps to go, he’s a second behind George and you feel like your heart is going to explode in your chest at any moment. During the last lap Lando is just behind George as they approach Copse corner, Lando taking the outside right at the last chance and is amazingly able to overtake George, making the whole garage burst in cheers and screams, Liam getting slightly scared by the commotion until you quickly explained what happened and he starts cheering as well.

Lando crosses the line and everyone cheers for him, Zak motions for you to go over to the pit wall, he hands you a pair of headphones and tells you Lando can hear you “You did it Lando! You won! You freaking won! We are so so proud of you, we love you!” you yell at him, barely holding in your tears “I love you both so much! This is for both of you, we did it baby!” He yells through screams and giggles of excitement. He arrives at parc fermé and jumps out of the car, going straight towards you and Liam, hugging you both with so much force you thought your back was going to break but you really couldn’t care less at the moment “I love you I love you I love you both so much! I would have never been able to do this without you!” You hear Lando yell through his helmet and you can only smile back as he holds Liam in his arms for a bit before jumping into the team’s arms.

Just as the podium ceremony was about to start you see Lando run back towards you, his helmet off so you could actually see his smile now, he quickly gestures for you to hand Liam over to him and you do, he runs back to the podium entrance just as they are about to announce him as the race winner and he walks on to the podium proudly with his little boy in his arms. That was the moment you could no longer hold in your tears, looking up at the love of your life and your baby standing on the podium at Lando’s home race; you couldn’t ask for more.

#lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #f1 imagine #f1 one shot #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 fanfiction #formula 1 imagine #lando norris

[genshingarbage]

Reacting To A First Boner Toward Their S/O Part 2. || One Shots ||

Helloooooo, this is the second part to the boys getting unwanted problems at bad times ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡° ) naughty naughty~ You guys loved the first one i did which was just a random idea that popped into my head, so i hope this one entertains you just as much, thanks! - Mod Diluc

Kaeya

It was another casual day for Kaeya, skimming through paper work in his office and helping the lower ranks get their act together. He was beginning to find the life of a Favonius Knight rather boring, very little ever happened that required his attention sadly enough. But the one thing that did make his days more enjoyable and bearable at this point was getting to see you. Since you were a new recruit you leapt at the chance to work under the cavalry captain himself. All the tips and information you would receive would benefit you immensely in climbing the ranks!

He wouldn't admit it but he accepted you as his assistant purely because he thought you were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on, that and the look of determination to succeed burning in your eyes. You reminded him somewhat of himself when he first started here so maybe he took pity on you for that reason alone, but either way he did not regret his choice, you made him smile everyday and helped cure his dire boredom.

"Y/N, have you finished the paperwork i gave you to complete yesterday?" He questioned you while you were sat at your desk writing away, you looked up at him with a frantic expression, you were rushed off your feet right now and so many people were relying you to you to get a lot of important stuff done in time. "The paperwork? Uh, uh, uh i- uh i think?" You stuttered all over the place and began to shuffle through all your work stacks, desperately trying to find what your captain was referring to.

Unknown to you however his arms were crossed with his hand softly pressed against his lips, chuckling softly under his breath, you looked so cute right now, so frantic and all over the place. But when he saw the worry set in you he grew somewhat concerned, he knew it would be hard for new recruits like it was for him but you seemed exceptionally worried. He took it upon himself to stroll round your desk and begin to scan through your paperwork. You stopped what you were doing to let him do as he pleased, he was the captain after all.

He narrowed his eyes after a few minutes of scanning and then sighed out in an exhausted manner, rubbing his nose bridge gently he then spoke out. "Why are you doing sub tasks for the alchemists and field researchers? You are under my training, meaning you're going into the military offence." He didn't wanna look jealous right now, but he was, you are his new recruit not theirs, your suppose to be just his, and his alone. You scrambled your brain while still breathing a little quickly, you were still trying to calm down from having ran around all over the place. "I uh, well i know sir, but i thought extra credit from the different placements would give me more credibility..."

He had to give it to you, you were very determined and hard working, but the others were taking advantage of you now and he did not approve of this. "Y/N, i am all for you trying to gain extra credit, but this? It's taking liberties and i am gonna have to have words with the others in charge of these factors." You looked down, behaving like a child being scolded by their father nodding softly. You didn't realise it but the way you were being so submissive and cute to him right now made something stir awake inside him, and it definitely made something else of his wake up too.

He coughed slightly to clear his throat a little, he was playing it smooth now but his pants were growing tighter by the second, it didn't help he insisted on wearing such tight pants all the time to show off his physique. He was regretting his fashion choice right now that was for sure, you timidly looked up to see your captain now looking away awkwardly, his hand against his lips again, he looked a bit uncomfortable if you were to try guess a descriptive word for it.

"Captain Kaeya are you... okay?" You spoke softly and tilted your head ever so slightly as you did, he glanced back to you before quickly casting his eyes elsewhere again, god you have no idea how your cute actions were driving him up the wall right now. He shook his head softly dismissing something in his head the moment it arose before turning back round to face yoi dead in your eyes, a soft smile spreading across his features. "Everything is fine Y/N. However I am going to go and have a word with the others about this whole ordeal."

He was at least half telling the truth, he was in fact going to speak to the others about rushing you off your feet- just after he's fixed this very unexpected and unwelcome problem that's grown very prominent under his pants. However you were unaware, feeling bad over the whole situation you spoke out "Sir, I am very sorry for causing more stress then necessary, I am more than happy to go and tell everyone I messed up thinking I could accept this amount of work and not you, its my problem after al-"

He then bent down swiftly to crouch into perfect eye level with your sitting frame, his finger and thumb softly grasping your chin as a very soft "Hush" slipped past his lips. You tensed in his grip, his presence was so strong and overwhelming, it made you blush faintly, it really didn't help his eyes were studying your every feature right before you. His look had a hint of... something in it, but you just couldn't put your finger on it. You didn't have enough time to try keep pondering anyway, he lifted back up and turned away heading out of the office rather quickly.

"Stay here, focus on the work I gave you, no one else's. I'll see this problem is dealt with do not worry." His voice grew faint as the door was being closed behind him, you hummed gently to yourself now alone in the silent office, odd, you never took the captain to be someone so willing to help fix your own hurried mistakes. But hey, maybe he really is more nicer than you give him credit for.

Meanwhile, in a dark and abandoned storage room down one of the many halls of the headquarters there occupies a certain calvary captain, breathing heavily while soft groans escape his lips. Kaeya was now using his hand to relieve the strain of his now throbbing member, he was really regretting having touched your chin and allowing himself to be captured in the trance of your beautiful eyes. He didn't wanna admit it, but this was more than just lust, he knew what it was, it was love.

"Y/N, you have no idea what you do to me... I will have you to myself, one day, you'll see just how much I love you."

Diluc

Diluc was behind his bar wiping it down and keeping the place clean like always, lately Angel's Share had been busier than usual, thanks to the crisis with Storm Terror finally being solved. Celebration was entitled of course. However even Diluc was becoming overwhelmed, so when you came by asking for part time work at his establishment he thanked the gods quietly in his head. You were very kind and understanding, and really easy to talk to, so he liked you more for that as well.

You were pouring drinks left right and centre, rushed off your feet trying to keep up with the onslaught of slurred orders, some customers seemed like they'd drank enough in your opinion but here they were dishing more mora out for refills. Diluc was going round the tables cleaning the mess and disregarded dirty mugs, leaving them stacked up in the small kitchen behind the bar, the place was beginning to look like a pig sty.

He kept glancing to you, for some reason he didn't like seeing you being put under so much pressure just to satisfy drunk fools. Alcohol was disgusting to him enough, but now seeing people demand it from such a kind and warm smiling face like yours just made him hate it worse. He gritted his teeth however and kept sweeping the floor and going about making sure the place was somewhat presentable.

"Here you go sir!" "Here's your drink ma'am!" "Sorry for the wait gentlemen!" You were on auto pilot now, apologising to every person you shakily gave the drinks too, you had begun sweating a good twenty minutes ago by now, your heart was racing, you didn't want to keep making the customers unhappy by having them wait but there were so many all cramping around shouting their orders at you, you were getting lost in it all.

"I asked for dandelion wine over fifteen minutes ago missy! This is awful service!" Oh no, you began to panic now, Diluc had been nice enough to give you a part time job here, you didn't wanna tarnish his good will by bringing bad reputation to his tavern. "I am so sorry sir, I'll get your drink ri-right away!" You'd even began to stutter now from how jumbled your brain was becoming with the rush and panic.

Turning away you scanned over all the bottles, there was actually not much left, your eyes were wide with shock, just how much were these townsfolk drinking?! However you found a bottle of dandelion wine hiding amongst the few that were left, grabbing it you turned back around and pulled out a clean mug, you swallowed down trying to keep focus, it was hard when so many voices were being thrown at you and the glares of impatient drunkards were getting heavier on you.

You kept letting your finger slip when trying to pop the cork off the bottle and everyone began getting louder and more rowdy, then finally-

Pop

The cork flung off, finally, however, the gods were against you this day, because the wine fizzed and than spat out of the bottle all over you, completely drenching your hair and shirt in its strong smelling liquid. Everyone went silent having witnessed your little show and you stood there in stunned and shamed silence, you felt your eyes sting from the pressure of tears wanting to spill, the hardship of today had finally caught up to your inner will and you was about to crack.

Could everyone please stop staring at you! For just a moment! You was about to give in and burst into tears when- "That's it. The night is over. Its closing time. Everyone leave." You blinked a few times having heard a familiar voice rise up in this moment of dead silence, the customers all turned round to see Diluc at the door of the tavern, holding it open, a look of sheer anger laid in his eyes now, not to mention, something else... but it was hard to tell.

Everyone mumbled confusingly before he spoke out again. "Everyone out. Now." His aura got scary and so the customers obliged, dog piling out the exit in minutes till there was but you and him left inside. He shut the door and locked it. Sighing deeply while faced away from you. Was he tired? You didn't know what to say right now. But you were also unaware of the fact he was trying to hold himself back right now. You were soaked through and through, and when he was watching you struggle to open that bottle while he was sweeping earlier his anger grew hotter toward the drunks.

His eyes widened when he'd seen the wine go all over you, and then had to choke back on his own breath and stifle his shocked expression when he saw your lacey red bra under your shirt clear as day, the wine had made your shirt very transparent, and he had never had an urge to drink alcohol, but right then he wanted to lick the droplets off your skin so badly. And when that indecent thought made its way into his mind he had given himself a growing problem, downstairs.

So now here he was faced away from your unsuspecting self, against the door, having to try forcibly calm himself down before turning to face you again. "Master Diluc... I'm... I'm so sorry for tonight, I messed up so badly, I really am so-" He turned round with a soft expression on now. Walking over to you till he was on the opposite side of the counter. He reached his hand out and over, closing the space between you both and softly petted your head. This small action was enough to have you blushing.

"Don't apologise Y/N. You were exemplary tonight. I've never seen the people of Mondstat so shameful before, they were all incredibly drunk, and alcohol can make you behave differently to how you'd normally be. You were put under a ton of pressure tonight and kept smiling and forcing through it. I'm more than proud with your service." He spoke with a tone of absolute. That there was no reason to try go against his appraisal. So you didn't.

You just smiled at him while blushing very deeply now. "Th-thank you sir! I'll uh- uhm... I'll get started on cleaning up the place." He cleared his throat softly and slowly nodded in approval. "Alright. I'll leave you in the tavern alone for a couple minutes okay? I have to go back out there and get the money some customers thought they could wiggle out of handing over." You chuckled softly to him, no one gets anything past Diluc that's for sure. With that he turned around and left you in the tavern by yourself, entrusting you with his establishment. You sure felt honoured right now, under his tough exterior there's actually a really kind gentle soul. And you've found that out tonight.

However, behind the tavern itself right now was a certain red hair pressing his back against it and groaning incoherent words while shamelessly stroking his own rather large and twitching member in his hands.

"Oh Y/N. Forgive me for my actions, but I am a man... and you've made me realise tonight how much I want you as my woman."

Albedo

"Albedo have you tried this theory yet?" You turned to face your teacher who was mixing liquids together like nobodies business. "Yes Y/N, the results were inconclusive, it was one of the first theories I practiced too." He muttered back in his monotone way, you hummed in deep thought turning back round crossing your theory off the list, tapping the pencil against the paper trying to conjure up new methods.

It was already late into the night, you'd grown use to this, even accustomed to his behaviour. You were just a young adventurer who had stumbled upon Mondstat during an exploration, and when you bumped into Albedo one morning and saw his beautiful sketch you had to get to know him. He was rather weird to talk to then just as he still is now. But who would've guessed he'd persuade you six weeks down the line to indulge in the findings of alchemy and become his under study at the Knights of Favonius headquarters with him.

He hadn't shown it but he was very intrigued with you, fascinated even, your way of thinking and acting, the way you conduct yourself, you were another mystery he wanted to figure out. But he didn't understand these other feelings and wants that swirled deep within him. But enough of that, back to the now, you're both here at gone midnight trying to complete another one of his crazy experiments. You enjoyed this alone time with him though, it gave you more insight to that odd brain of his.

However every theory you managed to come up with was immediately shot down by Albedo. Sayings he already done it or that it just wouldn't work anyway, it was hard to try be ahead on anything scientific with him. But you enjoyed trying to help him nonetheless, you really had no clue what ever went on inside that head of his anyway. You bent yourself over the table trying to stretch your arm out and grab some paper that had slid just out of normal reach. Little grunts and groans straining from you.

"Engh! .... hnnnghhh!" Your voice was starting to become a distraction to Albedo so he sighed deeply turning back round only to then have his eyes widen and his face go bright red. "Y/N... what... are...you...doing?" He tried to form the sentence clearly despite the blood leaving his brain and rushing somewhere else now, since his eyes were taking in a full sight of your silk pink panties under your skirt that was hiding very little from him in the position you were in right now. He had not spoken very loudly either, so you hadn't heard a word from his lips.

"The...paper...almoooosssstttt-" Your finger pressed against the paper and you flicked it over to you grabbing it and jumping up laughing. "Got it! Haha!" You turned it round and your eyes widened with a soft gasp escaping your lips. The theory on it was one by Albedo, that he had not yet tried, he must've forgotten to try this one in his hurried rushing. You narrowed your eyes scanning the words and doing a quick imaginative testing of the method and then smiled brightly.

All the words made sense and the theory looked like it was gonna be the correct one Albedo had been trying to get! You turned round excitedly, "Albedo look! I think I found the answer to your-" You blinked a few times, confused and concerned. You were alone. In the research lab. But... he was here just a second ago? Where did he go? You scanned the room and then hummed aloud to yourself. Tapping your chin softly trying to process what's happened.

You shrugged eventually and mentally gave up, knowing him hes ran off outside to find a certain flower or rock to help with the experiment, and you've already learnt by now it's better to just let him do his thing then try stop him. So you turned around to carry on writing more theories while keeping his forgotten one close to you at all times for when he returns.

But down the hallway in Albedos office, there he sat behind his desk, sweating profusely and looking like he'd just witnessed a murder. Tugging his hair gently at both sides trying to make sense of why his brain found it appropriate to give him a massive hard on when he faced you and saw you in that pose. He breathed hard through his nose before giving into his more primal urges, unzipping his pants and letting his member spring out fully erect.

Soft groaning and moans followed shortly after when his hand wrapped round himself and began to rub and stroke. He knew the difference between lust and love, he may be socially off key but he gets basic human feelings and motives.

"Mmph... it would seem I love you Y/N, so... how does one... engh- go about making you fall in love with me? This will... ah... require deeper testing..."

Childe

The sun was beaming down with all the heat it could possibly muster right now, which only further increased how sweaty you and your superior, Tartaglia, was becoming during your training session with him. You have been practicing with him day and night now desperately trying to improve your own skills and tactics, you really didn't think that Childe, one of thee Harbingers of the Fatui would agree to help such a lowly ranking member such as yourself.

It made no sense to you, but perfect sense to him, he liked you, a lot, nothing more to it, you were attractive, funny, cute, and you had such a burning passion to fight and grown stronger, it was something he really admired in anyone, it also didn't help that he spends most nights thinking about to the two of you alone together in a bedroom doing another form of 'fighting'. But here you both are, slashing and hacking at each other, one a hydro vision the other an electro vision user, together you made quite the stunning duo in terms of attack.

Electro charge was something fierce and not to be messy with or lazy either, several times now you have hurt yourself when both your elements clash during training and he has had to take you to get patched up. You hit it down with you being faulty and not controlled enough, he writes it down with you being more powerful than you realise with your vision. One way or another he always makes you smile and believe in yourself again, and that is one of the reasons your here, training till your a sweaty heaving mess with him, yet again.

The movement between you both was so quick and on point, both of you landing strikes with tight accuracy yet the other still managed to doge or block in a millisecond reaction. He was smiling the entire fight too, you had quickly come to realise how much he relishes fighting someone he finds worthy of being an opponent and seeing him enjoy it so much started to make you enjoy it more too. You found yourself regularly wanting to seek him out for another round of beating. You seemed to both feed each other exactly what you were looking for.

However today Childe must've been tired or something because his movements were very slowly becoming reckless and shabby, i guess sluggish was the best way to put it, he must've been rushed off his feet today with duties. But wrong, he was just struggling to focus fighting you and warding off his boner threatening to become more stubborn and visible due to his over controllable excitement on the matter at hand. Due to his sloppy responses he didn't realise it but he had left himself wide open for a fatal counter attack and you being the go-getter you are leapt right for it, it resulted in you knocking him down and pinning him to the ground with you above him.

Weapon pressed to his neck as heavy breathing reverberated from you both simultaneously, your eyes in shock as well as his before a smile broke out onto your face. "I did it! I finally managed to pin you!" You giggled like a student who finally passed their exam and he smiled sweetly up at you. You hadn't realised it but when you had him pinned for just a fleeting moment your eyes burned with powerful resolve and it made him swallow down hard. You were so sexy and cute to him right it was beyond control anymore, and so what happened next surprised you but just encumbered him.

You blushed hard and stopped all movement of celebration when you felt something hard pressing up against your clothed womanhood under your dress. Was that... is he? ...no way... You looked down at him with a bright red face and he was looking away with an extremely cute embarrassed face, that looked also somewhat shy. "Childe are you.. are you-" You yelped out of shock when you was suddenly forced off him in a hurried motion, landing your butt against the grass. Looking up at him as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck chuckling shakily.

He was trying to play it cool but it really was failing, specially since you could see a tent pitching in his tight trousers. He coughed loudly and turned away, "Well good training today Y/N, i am very impressed with your improvement. Keep up the good work, see you tomorrow." Before you could even mutter a word he ran off quite literally, he sprinted away so quick he was gone in seconds, the last thing you saw was his red scarf flow in the wind before disappearing behind a wall he jumped over.

You sat there, bewildered, what on earth had just... was he really actually... turned on? Did he actually find you... a simple low ranking member, attractive? No, you must've been imagining it... you had to of been... you stood up slowly, still trying to process all that took place before dusting yourself off and just very confusingly walking back to your place of tasks to complete for the day. You will ask him about this tomorrow, surely it was a misunderstanding, right?

Behind that wall that Childe leapt over though was himself pressed against it, his chest rising up and down as he panted softly beneath his own breaths, soft groans escaping him as he had barely waited to be out your eyesight before freeing his now painfully massive erection and tending to his needs rather heatedly, like an animal struck over by deep tugging urges. You were so sexy to him it was beginning to affect his fighting mobility, this was not good.

"Y/N god damn it look what you do to me... this is so unfair, you cannot be this way with me and expect me to keep going on okay, no, tomorrow i will show you just how bad you keep getting to me, you will be mine, you just will."

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About the rad louies and stuff. I am a larrie, I love H&L but I wasn't expecting this level of stunting from Harry at this point and it makes me sad. This is kind of a cry for help because the last think I want is to think bad about Harry, but sometines I'm genuinely concerned... would he give up all of his creative ambitions just to be with him? I hate the ladies man he is trying to sell AGAIN, and many harries, larries, directioners don't like it either, so Harry WHY? :( Please don't be mad

hey babyyy,

i'm not mad! i don't blame you for being sad and confused. i'm not a discourse blog and i don't plan to become one (despite my last few posts, sorry!) but i want to answer this because this is such a hard time in the fandom and we could all use some comfort.

it's fair to say none of us were expecting this level of stunting after 2019 and 2020. but i think it is important to emphasize that just because he is no longer as tightly controlled as he was as a teenager, does not mean he likes stunting. this stunt was not his idea. he was not sitting in a board room going "hey guys what if i make out with olivia on a yacht, that'd be so fun!" he is a closeted gay man who has to do some ridiculous stuff to maintain his closet and to be successful in the music industry and now hollywood.

now, you say you "hate the ladies man he is trying to sell again." i want to be very clear here, he, himself, is not and never has tried to sell this. this image was pushed upon him incessantly at the tender age of 16 (when he was a LITERAL child) and he was buried deep in that image by 1d's team and the tabloid media for eight years straight. while in 1d he pushed back on this image as much as he possibly could. he hates this image and he had no choice in it. just listen to Don't Let Me Go, listen to Something Great, listen to Two Ghosts, and if you need further reassurance of something recent: listen to Falling!!!!! watch the Falling music video! what do you think he is talking about when he says "what if i'm someone i don't want around?" the image of "the drink in my wandering hands." i see Harry far more in his music than i do in his pap pictures or than i do in HSHQ. i cannot picture someone writing those songs who is not incredibly self-aware, good intentioned, and deeply deeply loving.

yes, we hate this stunt. yes, it is bringing back some of the narrative that haunted us during 1d of the womanizer. yes, we are all slightly confused as to why he agreed to it after what looked like a serious image rebranding in 2019. we do NOT have the answers. i simply don't know, anon. BUT i am not going to start questioning who Harry is and how he wishes to be seen. and, honestly, that takes some faith right now. especially after yachtgate 2.0. but i am happy to say it is not blind faith because Harry is still Harry. i am going to pull out the big guns and attach fimq's video "The Womanizer." perspective is important and it hasn't been a very long time in the grand scheme of things since fimq made this video. re-watch this or watch it for the first time and tell me who the real Harry is:

i think it's easier to vilify harry for rads because 1) his uber success and 2) he distanced himself very purposefully once the band went on hiatus. i highly suspect harry did so for his mental health and likely after working through some serious trauma in therapy. it's easier to think someone's a villain when you rely on tabloid fodder. i don't believe tabloid fodder about louis, so why would i about harry? just because i have less access to him, doesn't mean he's now a different person from the one i've grown to know.

harry's success means all the stunts are in your face but louis still has a whole ass beard and child. and he talked about that child and beard during promo in 2020! i don't think he is any less brave or good because of that. so it'd be cruel to say so of harry. closeting is never the fault of the closeted person. no matter how famous and successful.

and, finally, your question of would he still give up all his creative ambitions just to be with louis referencing what i said in my post which harkened to IICF. well, i think that question is moot. i think they likely determined a long time ago, 2015 or 2016, that both of them did not want the other to give up their ambitions for the other. and gladly so because that would not make for a very healthy or happy relationship. they decided they could stick together and still support each other's dreams; that they could survive the closeting if they had each other. it's a measure of love to say you would give up everything if they asked you too. but assuming louis loved/loves harry just as much, do you think he would even entertain the idea of allowing harry to give up on his dreams of singing, writing music, acting, being a gender-fucking fashion icon? nahhhh!!! would you let your partner do that? so to answer your question... i think harry still loves louis just as much as he did when he wrote IICF, probably even more now. do i think his ambition is a hindrance to his love for louis? no, not at all. i think louis is the biggest harrie there is, just like i think harry is the biggest louie.

okay, i think i've gone on long enough. i hope i've brought you some comfort in some way, anon. and i apologize to anyone who has to scroll past this fucking novel. but i think i needed this chat just as much as anon did. harry is a good and beautiful princess even when he is harder to access!

if you're not already all discoursed out, anon, i will leave you with two posts that i felt were helpful to my thinking recently. this post about bravery and being generous to closeted individuals. and this post about closeting and coming out. also, i hope you did watch that fimq video, it's an important reminder for all of us right now!

this is officially the end of my apparent anti-rad manifesto.

#my anti-rad manifesto #discourse #sorry this is so long dudes #i swear i am NOT becoming a discourse blog #assassinate me if i do #hope i helped anon #sending you love and don't forget harry loves you a lot #fandom dynamics #fimq #anon #ask

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Series Summary: After being arrested, Spencer Reid desperately tries to get back home to his daughter, Camellia, who was placed into foster care in your home.

Pairing: Single!Dad!Spencer x Foster!Mom!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Content/Warnings: mentions of Diana’s Alzheimer’s and Schizophrenia, prison, separation of father and daughter, swearing

A/N: i hope you guys enjoy my new fic! this may be about 8 chapters or so! i’m not sure yet, going to see how interested people are in the plot :) (also quick disclaimer: i have never been in the foster care system so please excuse any inaccuracies)

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Chapter 1

Spencer never wanted his daughter to see him like this, being brought into the BAU bullpen in handcuffs. He was supposed to be the good guy.

Right now, he couldn’t tell if he still was. He had good intentions going down to Mexico to get non-FDA approved medicine for his mom but he may have killed someone in the process. If only he could just remember.

Camellia ran into his arms to hug him, a hug he so desperately wanted to return if it wasn’t for these stupid cuffs around his wrists.

“They can’t just take you away, Dad,” she cried.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m going to get back to you as soon as possible,” he promised, kissing the top of her head.

Spencer felt absolutely crushed as the guards had to drag his crying 11-year-old off of him so he could be taken to his holding cell.

-

You had just gotten off of work when your phone rang. Eileen, the head foster care coordinator, was calling.

“Hello,” you answered.

“Hey Y/N,” she greeted you, “I know you haven’t had a foster kid in a few months but I kind of have an urgent case. 11-year-old sixth grade girl. Mom has been out of the picture for a while, Dad recently imprisoned and on trial for murder. There are a bunch of family friends willing to take her but no direct family,” she explained.

“I can take her for as long as she needs,” you told Eileen.

“Great! I’ll text you the address, it’s the FBI headquarters.”

-

When you walked into the BAU, still in your dino scrubs and white lab coat, Eileen was surrounded by a frantic group of people.

“As I said before, I don’t doubt any of your credentials but this is the law. We can only give away a child to direct family at this point in time. If you are not direct family, you will need a lawyer to fight for custody as well as permission from her father but that process could take months,” Eileen stated.

“Spencer hasn’t spoken to his father in years and his mother is in a facility for her schizophrenia and Alzheimer’s,” a dark-haired woman spoke.

“Exactly so she must be turned over to the foster care system. I apologize to you all but this is how it works. We can’t bend the rules,” Eileen said.

“I don’t want Callie fending for herself in a house with 20 other kids,” a blonde-haired woman argued, “I’m her godmother. She stays with me all the time. She was staying with me while Spencer was in Mexico.”

“Sorry, my answer is still no. But, hopefully this will squash your concerns, Y/N!” she called you over, “This is Y/N. Jo will be placed with her. She is a pediatric doctor and currently has no other foster kids at the moment but all of her past kids have absolutely adored her. She always passes her surprise safety and wellness checks with flying colors.

“Hi,” you waved, intimidated by this huge group of frustrated people with guns on their hips.

“A doctor? So she isn’t even going to be home most of the time,” a curly-haired man scoffed.

“Actually, I own my own practice. I don’t work at a hospital so I usually have a regular 8-4 shift unless one of my patients needs urgent attention,” you clarified.

“JJ, don’t make me go,” a girl, who you could only assume was Callie, sobbed.

They were all staring at you like you were the worst person on Earth. You wanted to shrivel up and die. When you went through the process of becoming a foster parent, you thought this was a very admirable thing to do. You just wanted to provide a good home to kids in need.

“Do any of you have a key to Dr. Reid’s residence so Camellia can pack a bag?” you asked politely.

The woman closest to Callie that must be JJ pulled a key off of her chain and handed it to you.

“I’ll-um-leave my phone number and address here so you guys can contact me at any time or stop by. I understand your concerns but please know I try my absolute hardest to make sure all kids feel welcome and safe in my house,” you scribbled your information down on a scrap piece of paper.

“Are you ready to go, Camellia?” you asked softly.

She went around hugging everyone in the circle before solemnly nodding to you.

God, you felt like such an asshole.

-

After Callie finished packing her things from her bedroom in relative silence, you returned to the car.

“I don’t know what you like to eat but we can stop at the grocery store so we can get stuff you like and any other things you need,” you said.

You were met with silence from the backseat. You offered for her to sit in the passenger seat but she declined.

“Listen, I’m really not trying to be the bad guy here. Please don’t make me out to be one. I know you are having a tough time with your Dad’s situation right now but shutting everyone else out won’t help,” you spoke softly, “Trust me, I know.”

You sighed when the silence continued. You pulled out of the Reid’s driveway and headed to the grocery store.

-

You let Callie lead when you entered the grocery store, opting to follow behind her with the cart. She went immediately to the frozen meal section and started throwing them in.

“Camellia, that’s fine if those are what you want but just so you know, I love to cook so I can make you anything you want,” you offered.

“This is what I’m used to,” she spoke sharply, “My dad is not a bad dad, he just usually doesn’t have much time.”

“I never claimed he was,” you defended yourself.

After that, you kept your mouth shut. Clearly, she was a very independent girl and she had her own routine she liked to stick to.

-

You hauled all the grocery bags inside the house and unloaded them as Callie brought in her suitcases.

“So Camellia, I put all the food you picked out in these two cabinets. I mean obviously, you are welcome to anything in the kitchen but I just wanted you to know where the things you picked out were. I always have a grocery list on the fridge that you can add to,” you began to give her a tour of the house, “Bathroom is in there. There’s another upstairs. Here’s the living room with a TV,” you headed up the stairs, “Here’s my room.”

On your bed was an adorable toyger kitten cuddled up on your pillow.

“Oh! This is Winnie like Winnie the Pooh. I just got her a few weeks ago from a shelter. She is super friendly and loves snuggles so she will probably try to sneak into your bed unless you keep your door closed.”

“I don’t mind,” Callie spoke softly as she petted Winnie.

You smiled softly. These were the first words you got out of her that weren’t a rejection.

You continued the tour, “There’s a bathroom between our rooms but I tend to use the downstairs one so feel free to make it your own. And here’s your room,” you opened the door to a white room with a queen bed in the center, a small bookshelf, a few plants, and paintings.

“I hope this is good enough for now. We can go out this weekend to a home goods store if you want to redecorate. I’d even be open to repainting it if you want,” you offered.

Callie just set her bags down and nodded.

“Alright, I’ll leave you be. I’ll probably be downstairs for a while watching TV if you want to join. Let me know if you want me to make you anything,” you began to shut the door but Winnie slipped in first.

“Good night, you guys,” you smiled softly.

-

“Do you want me to wait out here or come in with you?” you asked softly.

Spencer had been denied bail, meaning he was transferred to a federal prison and Callie was going to be staying with you for a while. She had taken the news rather hard as expected when the team came over to your house to tell her. You still weren’t really accepted by the group so you mostly stood in the corner of the kitchen while they were all in your living room.

You had spoken to Eileen several times about Callie’s current situation. She gave you permission to do whatever you saw fit. This means you could opt her out of school one or two days a week if she wasn’t feeling up to it as long as she emailed her teachers and got her missed work in on time. You were researching different therapists for her to talk to because she didn’t seem to want to open up to you. You were also given a schedule of visiting times for her to visit her dad in prison.

“I’ll just go in alone,” she walked in the door to the visiting room, leaving you in the waiting room.

-

“Dad,” Callie tried to hug Spencer but the guard pointed to the ‘No Touching’ sign posted on the wall.

They both sat down defeatedly at opposite ends of the table.

“How are you?” Callie inquired, wiping her tears away from seeing her father locked up.

“I don’t want to talk about me, sweetheart. How are you? Emily and my lawyer visited yesterday and told me you had to be placed into foster care,” Spencer asked, concerned.

“It’s okay. Not the best,” she sighed.

“What’s happening? Are they hurting you? Are they not giving you enough to eat? Callie, I’ll have my lawyer on the phone and you out of there so quick,” Spencer frantically stated.

“No, Dad. Y/N is fine…nice, even. But she’s not you,” Callie cried.

Spencer’s face softened, “I’m so sorry, Callie. You don’t deserve to be dealing with any of this.”

“Just please come home,” she sniffled.

“I’m trying, sweetheart, I’m really trying,” he replied earnestly with tears in his eyes.

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