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[arkhammaid]

— ˚₊‧⁺˖THE LIGHTNING ON TRACK | BEFORE THE FAMILY

fandom. formula one & mcu

about. y/n meets the stark clan

content warnings. written in 3rd person + headcanonish, not edited & proofread!

word count. 0.8k

notes. first 'lore' chapter!! i'm excited and hope you all like it <3 i would love some feedback hehe and any reblogs are ofc greatly appreciated!

before...

TONY STARK

y/n l/n grows up surrounded by motorsports, especially motogp. with her mother being a worldchampion, it's only natural that fast cars and bikes are her every day entertainement.

she's raised as an only child and by a single mother, she doesn't even know who her father is. and if she's honest, she doesn't care about it at all. why would she need a father, when she has already such a cool mother?

while her mother loves her independet daugher, she still thinks she should know about her father and tells her the truth. tony stark, also known as iron man, is her father. they had a short relationship, akin to an affair but it ended with both of them being extremely busy with their lives.

but just because y/n is aware who her father is, doesn't mean he's aware that he has a daughter. and he hasn't been for a long time, not until y/n's career in single seaters properly started. he regrets meeting her so late (in her teenage years) but never holds it against her or her mother.

how do the two meet? well, it's quite tragic... with her mother losing her year long fight against cancer, y/n is left alone, since her mother didn't have any close family. not wanting to end up in forster care and stop her career, she seeks out tony and shows up on his doorstep one random wednesday afternoon.

he's shocked, but pretty much believes her, when she tells him who she is. tony is of course no fool and still does a dna test, but even if it came out wrong, he would've taken care of y/n- he immediately felt a connection.

within the same week, tony gains custody of y/n and she moves to new york, but still goes to a boarding school until she's a candidate for formula 4.

PEPPER POTTS-STARK

y/n meets pepper in the same week she meets tony. not as her step-mother, but as CEO of stark industries and close friend of her father.

they immediately take a liking to each other (they both like to bully tony) and pepper can't help but feel for the lonely teen. y/n doesn't have many friends, especially close ones and with her genius mind, she always felt like an outsider. she only truly fits in with other racers, but then it's more about her talent and they're also all boys and older than her. not somehting everyone likes...

when tony finally ask pepper to marry him, y/n is their biggest supporters. pepper is incredibly touched and makes her maid of honor. she goes even so far, to ask y/n, if she would be alright with pepper adopting her. that evening, many tears were shed.

y/n loves pepper just as much she loved her own mother and sees her as another mother figure in her life. she still doesn't call her like that, but sometime she slips up and calls her 'mama', which leaves pepper flustered and deeply touched.

HARLEY KEENER

it takes a bit for tony to introduce y/n to harley, who she meets first as brother. with harley studing in MIT, he only knew that tony had something very important to talk about and wanted him to come home as soon as he could.

but it still took two months, until harley and y/n met, but luckily they hit off. harley knows what it's like to have a smaller sister, so he stepped up as big brother again, while y/n was a bit unused to no longer being an only child. but with harley being a full-time student, it felt as if she was one.

despite harley acting like an older brother to y/n, it still took a long time for them to actually grow closer. harley lost his family few years ago, but the thought of actually having a younger sister again... well, let's say he had a few things to say to his therapist.

but a few years have passed now and they're close, despite rarely seeing each other, with harley working at SI and y/n having to travel the world for her racing.

PETER PARKER

y/n meets peter as tony's intern very early, so she experiences the process of him getting adopted first hand. with both of them beings so close in age, they're close by default.

but it also helps that they have a similar humor (proud genz) and interests. peter starts focusing on engineering, just because y/n is heavily involved with it and y/n does physics and biochem work with peter, to help him as spider-man.

when peter gets adopted and becomes a proper stark, y/n set the goal to become his favorite sibling (he always talks himself out of the pick with "my favorite sister is you", fully knowing he only has one).

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[s0lam33y]

when i come around

A/n: no Bc i had no idea where this story was going but it’s a cute little oneshot. Lmk what y’all think!

Riri is capable of so many things, she can create suits from metal scraps and fix cars at the speed of light. She’s fit, so much so that she always grabs you to move you instead of speaking. She’s a great cook, an outstanding mother but you don’t seem to be the only one impressed with her abilities.

You don’t know how to manage being a hero, a mother, and working as a mechanic. But you do your best to help and to do so, you always try to drop Riri off some lunch at her garage. Once you do get there, you can tell she’s been busy.

You watch Riri lean back against the detailed Honda Accord, you can tell by the grease on her overalls and the towel over her shoulder that she just finished it up. She’s chatting up a customer with a look that you’re trying to put your finger on. She’s never been flirtatious and you can tell by the genuine smile on her face that she’s interested in the topic of the conversation.

You feel a tug at the sleeve of your hoodie rather, Riri’s MIT hoodie on you before looking down.

“Who’s that mama?” Amira questions, big wide eyes meeting yours. You look back at the woman your wife is speaking to, she’s dressed in a black pencil skirt and a blouse, and all you can see is long black hair cascading down her back.

“Ion know, a customer.” You shrug. It’s been a long day and you wanted to see Riri since you were bored at home today.

You watch her stretch mid-convo, revealing a strip of her toned abdomen. Oh, she doesn’t put in any effort to be a flirt but she somehow does anyway.

As you get closer you hear more of their conversation.

“Yeah no, this was lightweight, she’s as good as new.” Riri compliments, smoothing a hand over the top of the car.

Her and her detailing.

“Thank you, I’ll definitely be here more often.” The woman’s voice is sultry and her vowels drag out for longer than they should.

“Right.” Riri mumbles, the smile slowly fading off her face as she turns around to begin working on another car. You watch the woman call her again and slip a card in her hand, Riri begins squinting at her and the corner of her lip curls up in irritation.

“I’m cool, I’m married.” She shrugs, her voice monotone as she hands the card back.

You don’t want to admit it but it gives you the ego boost of a fucking lifetime. That doesn’t stop the woman though and you watch her reach for Riri’s shoulder all for your wife to clutch her wrist.

“I said I’m cool, I have a wife…You ain’t welcome here anymore, aight? Get in your car,” She orders. You can’t see the woman’s face at all but she slips into her car quickly and drives off.

You watch Riri sigh in irritation and roll her eyes before turning back around and working on the car she was working on before being interrupted. While she’s underneath it, Amira’s little red crocs catch her eye and she slides out with a tired smile on her face and immediately greets your daughter.

“Hi, Mira baby.” She smiles as she lifts Amira up into a hug. She spends some time asking about your daughter about her day which makes Amira begin to babble and go from one subject to another. While your daughter is off talking about school, Riri sneaks in a kiss on your cheek.

“Good day?” You question as she holds Amira in one arm and uses the other to squeeze your hand.

You ponder on bringing up the previous client. You’re nowhere near bothered by it, if anything you’re amused. But you can’t possibly ruin the moment when Riri’s watching Amira so attentively.

“Yeah, great day.” You smile. You watch Riri put your daughter down.

“Get started on your math work, so we can knock it out before your mom gets on you.” She says as Amira aims for the corner of the garage. It used to belong to you, at first I was just a hangout spot for you and Riri when you first became a couple. It had a simple carpet, a grey but large beanbag, and a mini fridge. Then you added more of your own stuff to pass time with Riri while she worked on her suit. You added posters of your favorite bands and artists, a small table, and a couple of books.

Over time, it’s transformed and the space went from what it previously was to two pink beanbags since they were Amira’s favorite color, the smallest mini fridge so she can reach it, and a table full of toys for her to play with.

“What’s up with you?” Riri questions, noticing that you’ve zoned out. You look into big curious eyes that happen to match your daughters.

“Nothing’s up,” You shrug still holding onto her food in one hand. She puts a hand on your waist beneath her hoodie to pull you in for a kiss to the jaw.

“Girl, you told me you don’t steal my clothes.” She murmurs, mocking your words from earlier this week.

“I lied.” You admit. Despite her smelling like motor oil and her body being slick with the sheer heat of being beneath a car, you wrap your arms around her broad shoulders.

“I missed you today.” She confesses as she kisses your jaw again.

“Yeah, I did too.” You pull up the container of food you’ve brought for her. The mere thought of food makes her lick her lips.

“I need to eat-“ She begins.

“Mama, does six plus five equal twelve?” Amira hollers from her corner of the garage. Riri turns around, doing her best not to laugh at her daughter’s genuine frustration before looking back at you.

“It’s fine, I didn’t know that shit till I was like five.” Riri shrugs, kissing your lips and tending to your daughter. You watch Riri lift her up into her lap and gently kiss her temple to aid in calming her frustration.

“Listen, baby. Count with your fingers when you’re stuck, you’re real smart but don’t try to do it in your head.” Riri suggests. She’s always been so good at calming a person down, whether it’s you, her mother, or your daughter.

“Or, we can do the tally marks like your mom taught you. She’s real smart too.” Riri continues, briefly looking up only to find that you’ve been gazing at her this whole time.

“I wanna do the tally marks.” Amira sighs. She looks just like you when she huffs like that.

“Yeah, that’s a good pick. Put five down and then do another six.”

You walk over to the plushy pink beanbag that’s across from them and continue to watch them. Her food will be cold by the time she’s done but it’s worth it.

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[matan4il]

Daily update post:

A recent study (sorry, some stuff I can only find in Hebrew, this is one of those articles) shows 83% of Israeli kids are experiencing psychological distress since Oct 7. Among the kids of the south, (the area which was hit the worst, and where even communities that were not massacred by Hamas, were evacuated following this massive invasion), the percentage is even higher, 93%. An important note is that the study sampled both Jewish and Arab kids based on the size of these populations (Arabs make up 21% of Israeli citizens).

The IDF published aerial footage of Hamas stealing humanitarian aid from regular Gazans, and beating them up. If there's a blog that claims to be sharing pro-Palestinian info, but doesn't share this kind of news, they're not really pro-Palestinian, they're just exploiting Palestinians as an excuse to be anti-Israel.

The leader of Hamas in Gaza, Yahya Sinwar, is believed to have escaped from the northern Gaza City to the south, to Khan Younis, in a medical convoy. Just take in the cynical use of medical and humanitarian protections, to do anything which would prolong the fighting, no matter how many Palestinian lives it would cost. I'm trying hard to remember any other (real) liberation movement that was directly responsible for the deaths of so many of the people it seeked to liberate...

Five Israeli soldiers were pronounced dead yesterday, four were killed in Gaza, while one was badly wounded on Oct 7, and after over two months in hospital, passed away. The number of Israeli soldiers killed in the fighting in Gaza so far is 97. Up until number, the bloodiest battle Israel has had to wage in Gaza since withdrawing from it, was operation Protective Edge in 2014, with 70 Israeli soldiers killed.

The Palestinian Authority's Prime Minister said, when discussing plans for Gaza after the end of the war, that Hamas is an integral part of the Palestinian mosaic, and that dismantling Hamas is unacceptable to the Palestinian Authority.

Yesterday, an American base in Iraq was attacked by Hezbollah forces. You absolutely should ask yourself why the terrorist organization calling itself the "defender of Lebanon" has units in Iraq, and how is attacking American forces there helping Lebanon. Just a side note, Iran funds Hezbollah.

Also yesterday, the Yemenite terrorist group known as the Houthis announced that instead of going after Israeli ships only, they will target any ship that is headed for Israel through one of the most important naval routes in the world, and which is Israel's only connection to the far east. Essentially, it means they're placing Israel under a naval blockade. I'm looking forward to people condemning Yemen for occupying Israel. Just a side note, Iran funds the Houthis.

Today, it was published that in Cyprus, two Iranian political refugees, who entered the country with a fake passport, were arrested for collecting intel to carry out a terrorist attack against Israelis there. Just a side note, these refugees were in touch with Iran's political militarized force, IRGC. Stop me when you notice a theme here...

On the first even of Hanukkah, 138 hanukkiot were lit at the Kotel (the Western wall), one for each hostage. Since then, two of the hostages have been confirmed as murdered.

Following the Congress hearing where three presidents of prestigious universities couldn't explicitly say that a call for the genocide of the Jewish people constitutes bullying and harassment, UPenn's president resigned. That's good, but I wanna point out that, as their answers were obviously coordinated, down to repeating the exact same terms, there is no difference between UPenn's president and the ones of Harvard and MIT. They all need to go home. And the universities still have the burden of proof that this will be more than a cosmetic change in leadership.

I watched a TV interview with two married Israeli Harvard professors, who recounted how they went out and celebrated when Claudine Gay was elected as their university's president, and now they've chosen to leave Harvard and the US, to return to Israel, because the campus has become an environment that's just too toxic. I think if the amount of Jews who are moving to Israel, while the country is in a state of war, isn't a wake up call for the west, then nothing will be.

On the left is 25 years old Gal Eizenkott, the son of Israel's former Chief of Staff, and current minister, who is a part of the war cabinet, Gadi Eizenkott. I wrote about Gal in previous daily updates. Something I can add is that his father happened to be in an IDF command center, when they got the news of the incident in which Gal was killed. It took several minutes for the info to arrive at the command center, that one of those soldiers injured mortally was Gadi's son.

On the right is 19 years old Maor Cohen Eizenkott. Maor is Gal's cousin, and was a soccer player. He was killed a day after Gal, when an explosive device planted in a Gaza mosque blew up. Maor was buried today. May his memory be a blessing.

This is 53 years old Eitan Levi.

He was a taxi driver, who on Oct 7 took a lady to one of the kibbutzim on the border of Gaza. On his way back, he called his sister, telling her about the rocket barrages into Israel, and that he was scared. She stayed with him on the line as he was driving back from the south of Israel, but then he was stopped, his sister heard Arabic, shouts of "Allahu Akbar" and shots. Later, his phone was detected in Gaza, and he was considered kidnapped. Then Hamas released a video of its terrorists abusing a body. It was beyond recognition, but based on some accessories, the army finally determined it was Eitan, that he had been murdered on Oct 7, and it was his body that was kidnapped to Gaza. His sister watched the vid, but as the body is unrecognizable, she said in an interview, "He's the only family I have in this world. We don't even have a body to sit Shiva for. Until such time, I'm going to keep hoping he's alive, kidnapped and just injured."

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[callsignhoney]

being maverick’s daughter ➤

pairing(s) ➤ pete “maverick” mitchell x daughter!reader , bradley “rooster” bradshaw x sister!reader

your number one role in this dysfunctional family?

peacemaker

for years you desperately tried to play peacemaker between your two boys

when you were little, it was you, your dad, bradley, & aunt carole

through thick & thin, you were with each other through everything

even after your aunt carole died & bradley moved in with you, it was your little family against the world

you had mav & bradley wrapped around your little finger since before you could talk

carole would always tease them about it

(carole) you two are pathetic

(mav & bradley, attending your tea party with butterfly clips in their hair & glitter smudged on their faces) get out

you could get them to do anything for you

bradley would play any game you wanted

mav would take you anywhere you wanted to go

but then mav went & pulled bradley’s papers from the naval academy for whatever reason & ruined what you had

bradley never forgave maverick until the uranium plant mission, but for you he would tolerate being around maverick

he came to your high school graduation & would come home for holidays when he could

but despite your best efforts, their relationship remained strained

no matter how much bradley insisted he didn’t need them, you still gave him updates on not just yourself but your dad too

it was your small way of refusing to let him cut your dad out of his life fully

you have always been your dad’s #1 fan

anything he was doing you wanted to know about

missions, projects, prototypes, you were always down to listen to him talk

you had always been a smart kid

one time in high school he was talking to you about some problem they were having & you rattled off some electrical knowledge that just fully fixed whatever it was

he knows he can always go to you for a fresh perspective

you got a full ride to mit & he was never prouder

you went for aviation engineering

your dad made it to your college graduation but bradley was deployed

you did still get a flower delivery the morning of & a phone call the next day from him

unsurprisingly, you did eventually join the navy as an engineer

the roles were reversed for your basic graduation bc bradley could make it but your dad was on a mission of some sort

the other girls in your unit were like “hey l/n who’s this?” & you were like “my brother bye” & dragged him off bc you weren’t keen on letting anyone share the time you had with him

you weren’t really that protective of bradley, you just didn’t want to lose him any more than you already had when things fell apart with him & your dad

HOWEVER

bradley is insanely protective of you

he will cut in in like .3 seconds anytime anyone is flirting w you

doesn’t matter if you were flirting back or not

it’s not happening

(some rando at a bar) can i buy you a drink?

(you) that’d be nice—

(bradley) Y/N THERE YOU ARE I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU COME WITH ME OVER HERE YEP WAY OVER HERE LET’S GO

literally squared up against hangman when he tried flirting w you in the hard deck

do not test him

that shit ain’t happening

no way in hell

you’re a sneaky little thing & kept tabs on the two of them during the training for the uranium plant mission even though it’s supposed to be top secret

hondo was your man on the inside

when mav told you he was made team leader, you just told him to be careful & look after bradley

(mav) i’ll bring him home

(you) bring both of you home. promise me.

(mav) i promise

they came home to you arms around each other & you were just like “oh thank fuck finally” & ran to hug them super tight

you were finally a family again after the mission

if you ever have children, they will be the most treasured little humans on the planet earth

if you get married, whoever you marry is going to have the hardest time getting both of your boys’ stamps of approval

idk who you are if you think they both wouldn’t cry at you wedding

they both would

bradley would give some bs excuse like “i’m allergic to the flowers you decided on” when you know he’s not allergic to them

just a discordant little navy family

you love each other dearly

you will not be letting either of them get away from you again

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[artiststarme]

Midlife Crisis

Should I write this into a longer fic or leave it as is? I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

~*~*~*~

Steve didn’t know what to do with his life. It was a common thought he had on his shifts at Family Video. What was he doing? He of all people knew how short life could be and yet, he was wasting his own. Steve spent his weekdays working soul-draining double shifts just to sleep all weekend or work some more to make a meager $3.25 an hour. It was pathetic. 

He didn’t have any goals or aspirations. His friends were making plans, trying to impact the world and make a difference. Dustin was taking a bunch of STEM classes so he could apply to MIT in a few years and work at NASA like some type of hotshot mathematical genius. Robin was applying for elite linguistics programs at colleges across the country to understand more cultures and ways of communicating. Even Eddie ‘repeated high school three times’ Munson had goals. He was traveling to different cities with the band, trying to make it big as Corroded Coffin. 

Steve’s biggest goal was to get out of bed in the morning and stay alive for another day but he wasn’t even doing that very well. He needed something to be interested in, something to devote his life to and take pride in but he had no idea where to even start. 

Steve was twenty years old and having a midlife crisis. He hadn’t even enjoyed any of the twenty years he’d been around and now it felt like he was too late to do anything about it. He was too old for college, too dumb to get in even if he wasn’t. He couldn’t get a good job without a degree or quality life experience and he couldn’t mention any of that thanks to a stack of NDA’s.

He needed something though. His parents were done with housing their deadbeat son who managed to disappoint them with anything he attempted. He was sick of his friends saying that they had to study or they’d end up like him. And he was sick and tired of being the only person he knew that had nothing going for him. 

So one day, he decided to be spontaneous. He put in an application to the University of Illinois with an entrance essay about personal struggles, neglect, and self-doubt. He poured his heart and soul into that essay hoping against all odds that the admittance committee would look past his mediocre grades and would take a chance on the kid that struggled all by himself behind a smiling facade. 

He forgot about the application until he got a letter in the mail from the university. He almost threw it away right then but decided to take a look just to reinforce what he already knew, no college would want him. 

But they did. They congratulated him on his acceptance into their school in the fall and complimented the writing skills in his essay. They said they looked forward to having him join their program and mentioned that he would make a difference. 

So Steve took them up on it. He kept the news to himself until it was time to leave and said his goodbyes to the Party on his way out of town. He was moving on so they could too. Steve wouldn’t be the one holding them back anymore. Then, he drove past the Leaving Hawkins sign without a backwards glance. 

Years later, Steve thought back on his midlife crisis. He was just a stupid kid at the time that didn’t know all of the options he had at his disposal. Now, he was a world-renowned novelist with novels on the New York Times Bestseller list. He never would’ve seen himself becoming a writer but here he was, working his dream job. 

He never would’ve seen himself dating Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson either but here they were, partnered since 1988, married since 2014, and touring the world together on the Corroded Coffin international tour. 

Steve was having a crisis about a lot of things but everything turned out better than he ever could have imagined. He could’ve given up or accepted that he would never make a difference in the world or have a purpose in life. But instead, he took a chance and now he was living the best life that he could’ve ever dreamed of.

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[strawberryspence]

i am in a very emo mood right now so here’s a disclaimer: i cried writing this and its very long.

Steve and Eddie have been together for seventeen years now. Both are very happy with their relationship, they’ve been engaged since they were twenty three and they haven’t looked back since. Gay marriage is legal by then in some parts of the country but not in Illinois (They’ve been living in Chicago since ‘87 when Robin started college and Steve packed up all of their stuff to follow her.) It’s not something they actively seek out, because would marriage really change anything in their relationship? They already refer to each other as husbands and they already wear wedding bands.

But kids. God, Eddie never really thought he would want kids. He grew up in an abusive environment that made him hate the prospect of procreating. At the age of thirteen, he realized he was gay and yeah, that was it, he won’t have kids, ever. But when he met Steve, Steve already had seven kids under his arms. Everyone knew about the six nuggets dreams and it’s always been a source of insecurity from Eddie, but Steve has been adamant that he didn’t need those things, he only needed Eddie. He jokes around about it, “I already have seven kids, okay? Eight if you add Robin.”

‘99 brings the first member of the Party 2.0. It’s Max and Lucas, of course, and though it was a long road to it, they made it. Max and Lucas are the two that moved out to California for college, but then moved back to Chicago to stay close to them. Eddie thinks it’s an unspoken agreement between Steve and Max, siblings bonded by trauma and love. They got married around ‘95, just a few months after Max and Lucas graduated college. Four years later, Eddie won’t ever forget Steve’s shaking hands when Max hands him Eleanor May Sinclair for the first time, her little tiny hands holding onto his finger as Lucas tells him that he was going to be the godfather. Steve smiles down at the tiny little red head, with her father’s eyes and her mother’s freckles and promises, “I am going to spoil you rotten, you’re going to hate it.”

‘01 brings the second member of the Party 2.0. It’s Jonathan and Nancy, who didn’t get married until around ‘98 because they were both too focused in their blooming careers. By then everyone had bets on how much longer before the two finally give in and get married, Argyle wins the biggest money and they still think there has been some kind of cheating. It’s a cold winter night when Nancy goes into labor. Steve and Eddie (with Robin, Max, Lucas and Ellie) takes the next flight to New York from the moment Jonathan called them that Nancy’s going into labor. Robin’s hailed as the godmother, because the skittle six all stayed close friends but there has always been some kind of women solidarity between Nancy and Robin. Eddie has to hold Steve’s hand when he starts crying when Nancy tells them her name, Barbara Arya Wheeler-Hopper. Nancy smiles at him, eyes glassy from exhaustion and emotions, as Steve holds her for the first time, voice shaking as he finally meets her, “Hi Barb.”

In the same year, the third member of the Party 2.0 is born. It’s Dustin and Suzie. That one was a looong story. After the Vecna fiasco of Spring and Fall of ‘86 (where they finally killed Vecna and closed the Upside Down for good), Suzie and Dustin broke up due to some miscommunications and because her father has been much more stricter after the Cali gang's visit. By chance, they meet again in MIT in ‘89 and remained friends for another two years (In Steve and Eddie’s dismay this led to long hours of telephone calls from Dustin pining over his ex-girlfriend-now-turned-bestfriend) before they finally got their act together when Dustin drunkenly proposes to Suzie (they don’t get married until ‘96). Steve and Eddie has come down to California about a week before Suzie’s expected labor day for moral support and just to help. Suzie goes into labor in a grocery store with Steve, while they were out buying peppers to induce labor. Steve has to drive them frantically to the hospital while a chill Suzie drinks her strawberry milkshake in the passenger seat. After 36 hours of labor, Edward Stephen Henderson was born. Eddie’s the one who cries more when Dustin announces the name, he’s also the first one in the party to hold the newborn. Eddie smiles down at Edward, laughing as he looks up at Steve, “I will do everything in my power so that you won’t end up with your father’s ego.” Cue Dustin’s protests in the back and Suzie laughing so hard she pops a stitch. Steve’s hand on his waist doesn’t leave even for a moment the whole night.

By ‘02 Max is pregnant again, Robin and Vickie’s adoption papers were processing and El’s been looking into Artificial Insemination. Will and Mike are the only two who doesn’t seem interested in having kids and are happy to just be the gay uncles that shower the kids with expensive ass gifts.

Steve’s hiding it well, Eddie will give that to him. Steve’s always been good with kids, always had that glow whenever he's around them and there is no doubt in Eddie's mind that his husband will be a wonderful, amazing father. It also helps mask the baby fever he’s had for about four years now since Ellie was born. Eddie doesn’t miss the melancholic looks he gets when it's time for Max to take Ellie home or the look he gets when they visit Barb and they have to say goodbye to her big brown eyes. Eddie knows his husband has wanted kids for as long as the’ve been together, but doesn’t say anything for his sake. So he takes a long look at his life. Does he want kids? Does he want to come home with kids in the house? Could he ever be even a sliver of the father that Steve was born to be? Would he be anything like his biological father?

He calls Wayne, talks to him for hours about every fear and doubt he has. He loves Steve so much and it hurts him to not be able to give this to him just because he’s being a coward again. Wayne soothes every shaking nerve in his body, and Eddie thinks, he’ll be fine. He’ll be fine because he wasn’t raised by John Munson, he was raised by Wayne Munson.

He’s done so much research about gay adoption that he has to hide the thick folder under a loose floor in their shared office, just so Steve can’t find it. He wants to be ready for this before he talks to Steve about it and by Christmas ‘02, he’s ready.

Its the quiet lull just before Christmas. The tree is decked out with numerous gifts, the house full of fairy lights (fairy lights they made sure would never blink), outside it just started snowing. In 24 hours, the house would be full with their family coming from different states to celebrate the holiday with them. Steve's wrapping the last few gifts, hot choco on his side when Eddie sits across him on the floor, handing him the thick folder.

Steve opens the folder with a bewildered look, his face shifting to shock in seconds. Steve looks up at Eddie with teary eyes, "Before you say that you don't need kids because I don't want kids, hear me out, okay?" Eddie reaches out for his hand, "I do want kids. I want kids with you. I've had kids with you since '86 when Dustin and Max decided to look for me. I've always wanted kids with you. I was... I was just scared that I'd end up like my dad, you know?" Steve sighs, hand tightening in his grasp, "Eds."

Eddie shakes his head, "Wait, I am not done. I talked to Wayne, you know? And I thought about it and I want kids with you, Steve Harrington. In any shape or form. If you don't want it right now, we can put a pin on it and if you tell me you never want it, then we forget this conversation ever happened. We could adopt, we could get a surrogate, hell, if I can get pregnant I will do it, sweetheart. I want a kid that's half you and half me and that might not ever be possible but we can raise and love a kid together and that'll be just as good." Steve's smiling now, tears still flowing from his face as Eddie cups his face, using his thumbs to swipe away the tears.

"So what do you want, baby?" Eddie smiles as Steve starts laughs, nodding. "Yeah, yeah, I want a kid with you. Fucking hell, Eds." Steve hops up, tackling Eddie into a hug and showering him with kisses. They stay like that for an hour, just soaking in the pure adoration and love they feel for each other.

It's not until October '05 that their kid comes home. Elijah Syl Harrington-Munson was a 6 month old boy. Steve cries the first time he holds him as Eddie embraces him, Elijah holding his index finger in his tiny palm.

"Stevie, he has your hair." Eddie comments and there's no hint of joke or trick in his voice, just full of awe and Steve just cries even more.

When Elijah finally opens his eyes, Steve can't help the tenderness that bursts through him, "Eddie, Eds, he has your eyes."

Elijah's not a Harrington-Munson in blood, but he's Steve and Eddie's son through and through. And yeah, Elijah grows to have the same brunette wavy hair, styled just like his Dad's and the same brown doe eyes just like his Pa's. Sometimes, he sits in the living room as he reads a thick book with a basketball game playing on the background, Steve and Eddie thinks he's always meant to be theirs.

They adopt more kids. Not six because fuck no. But they do have their three nuggets, half Steve Harrington and half Eddie Munson and he won't ever have it any other way.

#and they lived happily ever after #i cried writing this #the harrington-munson show sounds like a sitcom that i would 100% watch #i love my dads #steddie rants #daeheadcanons #steddie fanfic #steddie headcanon #steddie fic rec #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson fluff

[strictpunishedhubby]

Dein Mann wurde solange er zuhause wohnte von seiner Mama streng erzogen? Sie hat ihn immer, wenn er ungezogen war gehörig seinen nackten Po versohlt? Auch wenn er dabei laut weinte und schrie bearbeitete sie seinen Po weiterhin solange, bis er die von Ihr zugedachte Strafe vollständig erhalten hat? Er musste sich anschließend bei seiner Mama schluchzend entschuldigt und ihr zeigen, dass er sein Verhalten bereut? Setze unbedingt die Erziehungsmethode seiner Mama fort, sei auch streng mit ihm, denn der Mensch ist ein Gewohnheitstier! Männer heiraten im Unterbewusstsein in der Regel eine Frau, die seiner Mama ähneln. Er wird dich als erzieherische, strenge Ehefrau nicht nur akzeptieren, sondern er erwartet, dass Du ihn weiterhin so erziehst, wie es ihm schon seit seiner Kindheit erging und wie es ihm vertraut ist. Schon vor der Ehe muss er spüren was ihm blüht, wenn er Dir nicht gehorcht, widerspricht, sich respektlos verhält oder sich nicht so benimmt, wie Du es von ihm erwartest. Damit er weiß, Du setzt seine Erziehung noch strenger als seine Mama fort, verprügle als Präventivmaßnahme an mindestens zwei Tagen in der Woche ausgiebig seinen nackten Po, auch wenn er ein artiger Junge war! Es ist deshalb notwendig, damit er Deine Autorität nie in Frage stellt und sich seiner untergeordneten Rolle jederzeit bewusst ist. Stelle klare Regeln auf, die er akribisch zu befolgen hat. Er wird Dir dafür danken, indem er Dich nicht nur heiß und innig liebt, sondern Dich auch verehrt, ja Dich vergöttern! Er wird alles tun, um Dich zufrieden zu stellen und glücklich zu machen! Er ist und wird im Inneren immer ein kleiner Junge bleiben und Dir wie ein artiger kleiner Junge gehorchen. Jedes Mal, wenn er Dir nicht gehorcht, lässt Du es ihm schmerzhaftes spüren, indem Du ihm Hose und Schlüpfer herunterziehst und ihn ausgiebig verdrischt!

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Was your husband raised strictly by his mommy as long as he lived at home? She always gave him a good hiding on his bare bottom when he was naughty? Even if he cried and screamed loudly, she continued to work on his buttocks until he received the punishment she intended in full? He then had to apologize to his mommy through sobs and show her that he regrets his behavior? Be sure to continue his mommy's parenting method  of upbringing, be strict with him too, because humans are creatures of habit! Men subconsciously marry a woman who resembles his mommy.  Not only will he accept you as a nurturing, strict wife, but he expects you to continue raising him the way as he has felt since his childhood and as he is familiar with it. Even before marriage, he must feel what is in store for him if he disobeys you, contradicts you, behaves disrespectfully or does not behave the way you expect of him. So that he knows you are even stricter on his upbringing than his mommy, as a preventive measure, spank his bare butt extensively at least two days a week, even though he was a good boy! Set clear rules that he has to follow meticulously. It is necessary so that he never questions your authority and is always aware of his subordinate role. He will thank you for this by not only loving you warmly and deeply, but also adoring you, even deify you! He will do anything to satisfy you and make you happy! He is and will always be a little boy inside and will obey you like a good little boy. Every time he doesn't obey you, you let him feel it painfully by pulling down his pants and panties and beating him extensively!

[hufflepuffinstorybrooke]

Please Don’t Hate Me

I need to start by stating that I really liked the Red, White, and Royal Blue movie. The cast and crew were amazing and this was a sorely necessary movie in the queer community as far as representation goes. I am also really bad at separating a movie from its source material. So this is just an opinion on some representation, both feminine and queer, that I wish had been in the movie.

First, with the female representation. Most obviously, the fact that June was written out, Princess Catherine was absent, and Queen Mary was switched to King James III.

Even while Alex is the main character, June is the heart of the Claremont-Diaz family. Alex and Ellen are too wrapped up in caring for the nation that they can sometimes forget that they need looking after themselves.

Combine this with keeping Ellen married to Oscar (she and Oscar are too similar, but Leo took care of her) and taking away some of her more nurturing characteristics (good thing bad thing), Alex’s family seems less supportive in the movie than the book.

This is similar to the problem I have with removing Princess Catherine. Henry has Bea’s support, but with the watered down Bea, that’s almost an empty corner. Princess Catherine is what forces the Queen to support Henry and Alex, and that is the first time Henry has felt a parent’s love since his father died. It’s just so important to his story, but I can understand why it was cut.

But why did they have to water Bea down so much? I don’t need the Powder Princess scandal, but if Bea is Henry’s only support, show that she is strong enough to back him for real. Throw her in a leather jacket, send her out to a party with the group, and show an electric guitar in the corner of the music room. It didn’t have to be anything big, but give her back her fire!

Then there’s Queen Mary, which I don’t really mind the switch since it gave us Stephen Fry as King James and the prime minister was a woman. I just felt like it lost some of the symbolism of the female heads of the nations and their opposite viewpoints on FirstPrince and tradition.

Lastly, there’s Nora. I liked her, I really did, but I wish they had mentioned that she went to MIT, even just Alex calling her MIT like he does in the book. There are places of higher learning, particularly in STEM, that kept women out for far too long. It would have been a great boost to show a woman being a graduate of the most well known technical institute in the country.

The only woman I was completely satisfied with was Zahra, they kept her as tough as nails!

Before I start on queer representation, remember that I do realize how important this movie is as a mainstream representation of queer love. However:

By taking out June, they took away the June/Nora/Pez relationship. I personally think that June and Nora were in a relationship and Pez just joined in while he’s in town. But still, a polyamorous secondary relationship in a rom com would have been nice.

That also takes away Nora’s bisexuality, which is just bi erasure! (And I know Alex says he’s bi, but that scene when Zahra calls him and Henry homosexuals bothers me! It erases Alex’s bisexuality!)

Rafael Luna was a huge impact on Alex, and showing an openly gay senator would have been amazing.

I am glad that, since they only kept one secret service agent, that they kept Amy. However, I do miss Cash and his pansexual jean jacket!

Moving on to Amy, I don’t mind that they didn’t mention that she is trans, especially since she is played by a trans actress and that was only brought up in Alex’s thoughts in the book. I do wish she had brought up her wife. There was such a good window of opportunity when she and Alex are talking about her dog. “You know my wife and I named our dog Jonathan.”

The addition of Miguel Ramos brings in the “gays are evil and vindictive” stereotype. Especially considering he was the only other openly queer person in the movie

On a lighter, headcanon note, I see Bea as at least ace, if not aroace, which sucks that it wasn’t included, but it makes sense since it’s not canon. Also, Princess Catherine cuffs her jeans, so she’s obviously bi lol

Again, the book is perfection, and I love the movie in its own right too. These are just some things that were missed or added that I wish changed in the movie!

#rwarb #red white and royal blue #rw&rb #red white & royal blue #rwrb #alex claremont diaz #ellen claremont #june claremont diaz #nora holleran #percy okonjo #pez okonjo #princess catherine #queen mary #king james iii #zahra bankston #amy rwrb #princess beatrice #cash rwrb #nora x june x pez #rafael luna #miguel ramos #lgbtqia #gay #bisexual #queer #asexual #aromanitc #lesbian #trans #pansexaul

[salamandergoo]

Will had made a tragic mistake when he came out to the rest of the party. Coming out wasn’t the problem, he was pretty sure most of them had puzzled it out for themselves and come to terms with it, they’d dog piled him and it was a really nice moment actually.

No, the mistake was how he’d framed it.

They’d been sitting in Steve’s dining room playing a one shot Mike had written, the older teens, save for Eddie who was playing with them, were in the living room, watching a movie (and loudly complaining about it). And he’d just shoved his chair back and stood up.

“I need to tell you guys something.”

He’d thought it was innocuous, it got their attention, that was all fine and well and good.

The problem was that anytime he said something remotely similar to that, regardless of context, Dustin would gasp loudly and say “Oh my god are you gay?”

It was funny the first time. It really was. Everyone else had gotten real quiet until he started laughing, like they’d get in trouble if they admitted it was funny.

The second time was a little annoying, he’d been trying to tell them that his mom was marrying Hopper.

The third, fourth, fifth, all the way up to the sixteenth time were scattered through high school. He was neutral towards it at that point, Dustin thought he was a comedy genius, Lucas and Max laughed a little too hard at it, and El and Mike just rolled their eyes. Almost in tandem.

The seventeenth time, and god, Will couldn’t believe he was still counting, was when it wrapped back around to being hilarious. He’d come home for the summer after his first year of college, an art school in California that offered a really great scholarship. He was staying with Argyle and Jonathan in their tiny apartment, which was fine, but he’d missed his friends, scattered as they were now. He’d missed Mike.

“Guys, I want to tell you something.” They were squished together in a booth at the diner, him between Mike and El, Dustin and Lucas across from them, and Max at the end of the table in her wheelchair.

“Oh my god.” Dustin gasped and looked at him with wide eyes under the brim of his MIT hat. “Are you gay?”

Will looked over at Mike and made eye contact for just a second too long before they started snickering. He swatted at Mike’s arm but only laughed harder. “Um, well.”

Mike pressed a hand against Will’s face and shoved lightly. “We’re dating. We have been since I went to visit him over spring break.”

Max groaned and flopped forward against the table. “Thank god. I was worried Wheeler would never stop pining over you.”

“Pining over me?” Will flushed and looked over at his boyfriend. “You were pining?”

“No!” Mike crossed his arms, sinking down under Max and El’s flat stares. “A little.”

“Man. I can’t believe you’re gay.” Dustin sighed. “Just when you think you know a guy...”

Will just about cackled, especially as Max not so subtly kicked Dustin under the table.

It never stopped being funny after that.

#Byler #stranger things #stranger things fic #Will Byers #Dustin Henderson #Mike Wheeler #max mayfield #El Hopper #Lucas Sinclair #the party stranger things

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Marry Me, Today And Every Day - Peter Parker X Female (Stark) Reader

Title: Marry Me, Today And Every Day

Peter Parker X Female (Stark) Reader

Additional Characters: Tony

WC: 1,080

Warnings: Nervousness, and almost burning an apartment down

Peter shifted nervously in his seat, Tony staring at the young man expectedly.

"What did you want to ask me, Underoos?" Tony asked and Peter gulped.

Peter wants to propose to his longtime girlfriend, Y/N. Who happened to be Tony Stark's eldest daughter. Peter and Y/N had been dating for the past eleven years. They had started dating when they were both sixteen, having originally met at Midtown High. Their relationship went long-distance; when Y/N went to MIT while Peter attended Empire State University. Peter loved Y/N so much, and Y/N him. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, but there was a problem: he had to get Iron Man's blessing.

"I wanted to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage." Peter blurted out.

Tony blinked. "You're twenty-six, Peter," he said, looking up from his phone. "That's a little young to be thinking about getting married."

Peter shrugged. "We've been together since we were sixteen. We know each other inside and out. I think it would be great for us to be husband and wife. Besides, we both have jobs, and we have my apartment, so we can support ourselves."

"Are you sure that's what you want? You'll never hurt my little girl?" Tony asked, raising an eyebrow.

He was taking this rather well, Peter noted.

"No! No, I'm positive!" Peter insisted. "Y/N is amazing. She's smart, she's beautiful, and she's perfect for me. I don't want anyone else."

Tony sighed and stood up, walking over to Peter. He placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Then you have my blessing." Tony smiled warmly at Peter.

"Thank you, sir," Peter said, smiling back.

🕷🕷🕷

Biting his lip, Peter knocked on Y/N's apartment door. Holding the flowers in his hands, he made sure to take deep breaths. He was surprising his girlfriend, planning on proposing to her.

The door opened slowly, revealing Y/N. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of Peter.

"Peter!" she exclaimed in surprise, a smile crossing her face.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, opening the door wider to let the young Spiderman in.

Peter toed off his shoes and tugged off his coat. "I thought I'd surprise you." He spoke simply.

Y/N shook her head, eyes falling to the flowers in Peter's hand.

"Oh wow," she breathed. "These are gorgeous."

Peter smiled at her, kissing her cheek. "I brought you these."

She took them, holding one of the roses in her hands. Peter smiled adoringly at her. He had missed her for the two months she was away. But, he only has to wait a couple more months, and Y/n can come back home to New York. Back home to him.

"Do you like them?" Peter asked.

Y/N nodded. "They're beautiful."

Peter smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I love you."

"I love you too," Y/N whispered, nuzzling her nose with his.

"So, do you wanna go somewhere special tonight? Or should we stay in?" Peter asked softly, eyes closed, relishing the moment.

Y/N looked at him curiously. "Why don't we stay in? We haven't seen each other in so long."

Peter's heart skipped a beat. That sounded wonderful to him. "Yeah, that sounds good."

Y/N kissed his cheek, then took his hand. "Let's go."

Peter followed her into their bedroom. They laid down on the bed, cuddling up close to each other, a movie playing softly in the background.

"You smell nice," Peter commented, inhaling her scent.

"Thanks," Y/N replied with a laugh, kissing his neck.

Peter smiled goofly. "You're welcome."

They lay there, talking quietly until they fell asleep.

He'd definitely ask her tomorrow.

🕷🕷🕷

Peter woke up early, feeling refreshed. It was a Saturday morning, and he was just finishing breakfast. The roses he gave Y/N are in a vase on the counter. Peter was trying to cook his girlfriend a nice breakfast meal, but he wasn't very good at it.

"Good morning, Peter," Y/N greeted, surprised at the sight of Peter cooking in the kitchen, but nonetheless wrapping her arms around him, resting her head in between his shoulder blades.

"Hey, baby," Peter replied, turning around and kissing her forehead.

"How did you sleep?" Y/N asked, biting her lip, looking up at the secret Spider hero.

Peter shrugged. "Pretty good."

“Especially, when I was beside you!” Peter spoke, tickling Y/N’s side.

Y/N laughed, jumping away from his tickling fingers, ticking him back in revenge. Peter stumbled away, before gently grabbing Y/N by the waist and holding her close as they both calmed down.

"Did you have a dream?" Y/N asked, rubbing her fingers along his chest.

Peter frowned, remembering his dream. He hadn't had any dreams lately.

"Actually, I did," Peter spoke, clearing his throat.

Pulling out the small red velvet box from his back pocket, Peter dropped onto one knee. "Y/N Stark, will you marry me?"

Y/N stared at Peter, mouth agape. "Are you serious?" She asked, tears starting to form in her eyes.

Peter nodded, biting his lip nervously. "Yes, I am."

"Oh my God, yes!" Y/N squealed, dropping down and hugging Peter tightly. "I love you so much!"

Peter hugged her back, smiling. "I love you too, Y/N."

Y/N pulled back, wiping her eyes. "I am so happy."

"Me too, I am so happy you said 'yes'." Peter stood up, taking Y/N's hand.

Y/N opened her mouth to reply, but her eyes landed on the stove. "Peter! The pancakes!"

Peter's eyes widen and he quickly turns to the stove and moves the pan, turning the stove off in the process.

"Oh, come on. I wanted to make this breakfast perfect." Peter pouted, slouching his shoulder.

Y/N smiled, clutching his arm in both of hers. "It's fine, Peter, I know a place that makes some killer Spiderman-themed donuts." She spoke and Peter turned to her with a huge smile.

"Spiderman-themed?" He asked, and Y/N nodded.

“Yep! I get them sometimes when I’m missing a certain spiderling.” Y/N spoke, watching as Peter’s eyes lit up with pure love.

“You missed me?” He asked, voice in surprise, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

"Of course, why wouldn’t I? Anyway, I think we deserve a good donut." Y/N grinned, pulling him closer.

"Sounds good to me," Peter said, kissing her.

#peter parker x y/n #peter parker x fem!reader #cute #fluff #marvel mcu #the avengers #mcu #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker tom holland #proposes #marriage proposal #pancakes #tony stark #y/n stark #blessings

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Ian Rowe

Published: Sep 14, 2023

Imagine you are twelve years old and your public-school teacher asks you and your seventh-grade classmates to stand side by side in a line. The instructor lists a series of personal attributes and says that you must take an action based on your alignment with a particular attribute, to demonstrate either your privilege or your disenfranchisement:

“If you are white, take two steps forward. If you’re a person of color with dark skin, take two steps back. If you’re black, take two steps back.”

This exercise, part of what is called a Colorism Privilege Walk, actually occurred at public schools in Evanston, Ill., and at many other schools across the country. According to the lesson plan, the goal was for white students to “learn more about white privilege, internalized dominance, microaggressions and how to act as an ally for students of color.” In other words, the point was to reveal the real sources of a person’s privilege: the unearned benefit of being white over the intrinsic victimhood of being nonwhite.

Because of these student Privilege Walks, and since the district had also conducted professional-development sessions that divided teachers by race, an Evanston teacher and the Southeastern Legal Foundation filed a lawsuit accusing Evanston School District 65 of violating the 14th Amendment’s equal-protection clause and Title VI’s prohibition on discrimination at federally funded educational institutions.

In all likelihood, these racially divisive practices in Evanston will be found legally impermissible — especially given the Supreme Court’s decision deeming race-based affirmative action unconstitutional in college admissions. Yet across a country now transfixed by the pursuit of equity, there is an obsession with determining what factors drive economic inequality and whether a person is inherently privileged or inherently oppressed based on a single characteristic, most notably race.

Against this backdrop, enter economist Melissa Kearney, who has done America a great service by publishing The Two-Parent Privilege. Kearney unequivocally states: “Marriage is the most reliable institution for delivering a high level of resources and long-term stability to children. There is simply not currently a robust, widespread alternative to marriage in US society.” In terms of benefits to children, not all family configurations are the same. Throughout the book, Kearney posits the necessary caveat that no person should remain in an unhealthy or violent marriage, but she makes plain the case that a married, two-parent household is generally superior to alternative arrangements such as cohabitation and single parenthood.

Rather than resort to making a moral or religious argument for marriage, Kearney, an MIT-trained economist, is determined to “bring the social science evidence on family structure from the obscurity of academic journals into the public conversation.”

Kearney simply sticks to the facts and makes an overwhelming data-based case that marriage and stable two-parent families matter monumentally to the life prospects of children — far more than the usually invoked suspects of race and gender. According to Kearney, in 2019, “77% of white children and 88% of Asian children lived with married parents. The share among Hispanic children was 62%. Only 38% of black children live with married parents — a historically low share that reflects a downward trend over four decades.” With such huge differences in family structure by race, how can one not fairly conclude that family-structure disparity is the greatest driving force behind racial disparities in education, crime, and virtually every area of concern for kids growing into young adulthood?

Indeed, Kearney surgically lays out the new dividing line in America’s quest for upward mobility:

There has been a massive widening of the family gap, such that a two-parent family has become yet another advantage in life enjoyed disproportionately by the college-educated class. The decline in the two-parent family among parents without a four-year college degree is a demographic trend that should concern anyone who cares about the well-being of children and about widespread economic opportunity, inequality, and social mobility in America.

One can only hope that during this election season presidential contenders emphasize how crucial healthy marriages and two-parent households are as the foundation for achieving virtually every social or economic policy objective. They would be wise to follow several of the policy recommendations in Kearney’s book, including, most notably, improving the economic position of non-college-educated men so that they are more reliable marriage partners and fathers. But Kearney recognizes that policy alone will not solve the problem. She strongly argues for a cultural shift that fosters a norm of two-parent homes, in part by simply being open and “honest about the benefits that a two-parent family home confers” on children.

In reviewing Kearney’s prescription, my only wish is that she had spent more time in two areas: (1) advocating that marriage and family structure become a standard data category through which child outcomes are analyzed, especially in education; and (2) identifying strategies to engage the rising generation to think differently about their decisions when it comes to the timing of their own family formation.

In regard to the former, the National Assessment for Educational Progress (a.k.a. the Nation’s Report Card) reports reams of educational data disaggregated by race, gender, geography, and other usual-suspect categories. But family structure is not one of them, despite the paramount role that marriage plays in influencing achievement gaps.

Including family structure could create opportunities to implement different types of interventions that could improve life outcomes for the next generation. For example, at Vertex Partnership Academies, the virtues-based high school I launched in the Bronx in 2022, in a class called Pathways to Power we teach the data associated with the “success sequence.” This is research that shows that the vast majority of young adults who graduate from high school, get full-time jobs, and marry before having children reach the middle class by their early 30s. Young people deserve to know this information, especially when they live in environments where most neighboring families have not followed that sequence.

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In May 2001, writing for National Journal, Jonathan Rauch noted that, “according to Census Bureau data, a two-parent black household is more likely to be poor than is a two-parent white household, but both are far less likely to be poor than is a mother-only household of either race. In other words, if you are a baby about to be born, your best odds are to choose married black parents over unmarried white ones.”

Rauch was highlighting then what Kearney so effectively illustrates now, that in economic terms a parent’s marital status has displaced race and class as a primary driver of child poverty and upward mobility.

And perhaps this message is finally getting through. For evidence, look no further than a four-minute video titled “If someone doesn’t understand privilege, show them this.” Across Facebook, YouTube, Twitter, and several media platforms, it has been viewed more than a staggering 125 million times. It captures another Privilege Walk, but in this case the personal attributes being presented are markedly different from those posed in Evanston.

The first two directives are: “Take two steps forward if both of your parents are still married. Take two steps forward if you grew up with a father figure in the home.”

In Kearney’s final chapter, she warns that “if millions of American children miss out on the benefits that come from a two-parent home and if the family gap continues to widen” then “children will suffer, inequality will continue to widen, and social mobility will erode.” It does not have to be this way. If we are brutally honest in accepting Kearney’s analysis of what truly privileges children, we know what the next steps forward should be.

[ Via: https://archive.md/F4YE8 ]

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Stop blaming things on "systemic" -isms. There are often known or contributing factors at play, and refusing to acknowledge or address them is dishonest, not virtuous. It identifies nothing, solves nothing, and only serves to make people feel powerless, who are not actually powerless. Although, perhaps that's the point.

Where two-parent households are not possible, it should always default to joint/shared custody, rather than sole custody, with sole only as a last resort when unavoidable.

Joint custody should be the rule, not the exception

Children Likely to Be Better Adjusted in Joint vs Sole Custody Arrangements in Most Cases, According to Review of Research

The Consequences of Fatherlessness

#Ian Rowe #Melissa Kearney #systemic racism #fatherlessness #poverty #family structure #two parents #two parent homes #two parent family #social science #two parent privilege #religion is a mental illness

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

so uh just in case you thought acab is not applicable in the uk:

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CPS declined to charge undercover police officer who deceived woman into 19-year relationship

Senior officers convened in 2013 to hear ‘unbelievably bad’ news about relationship

Prosecutors did not hear evidence from victim before deciding not to charge officer for misconduct

Woman not told true identity of man with whom she has a child until 2020, when they were engaged

Rob Evans and Aamna Mohsin, 12:00, Wednesday 27th December 2023

The Crown Prosecution Service decided not to pursue charges against an undercover police officer who deceived a woman into a 19-year relationship without even hearing evidence from the victim in the case.

The CPS, which says its fundamental role is to support victims and protect the public, was informed in 2014 that an undercover officer at Avon and Somerset police had used his undercover identity to deceive the woman, who was innocent of any crime, into a long-term relationship.

The relationship had at that point already lasted more than a decade and resulted in the couple having a child together. The CPS, after receiving a file of evidence from Avon and Somerset police, concluded in March 2015 that the undercover officer should not face criminal prosecution for misconduct in public office.

However, the file did not contain any evidence from his victim, who could not be interviewed about the case because she had not been informed about the deception. The woman, whom the Guardian is referring to as Mary to protect her identity, was not informed about the true identity of her partner until five years later, in 2020.]

(link to full article in the guardian here)

now the guardian were also kind enough to create a timeline of this cop's abhorrent behaviour:

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Timeline

Undercover officer's 19-year deception

2001

Undercover police officer begins relationship with ‘Mary’ using his fictitious identity. The couple later have a child together

2013

Avon and Somerset police hold an emergency meeting at which senior officers are told the undercover officer has been deceiving a woman for more than a decade. Representatives of the Association of Chief Police Officers attend meeting

2015

Crown Prosecution Service decides not to prosecute the officer. The Independent Police Complaints Commission, an official watchdog that has since been disbanded, is also understood to have examined the case and decided to take no action

2016

Avon and Somerset police inform the public inquiry into undercover policing, led by the retired judge Sir John Mitting, about the case

2018

The newly formed official watchdog, the Independent Office for Police Conduct, starts investigating the case

2020

Avon and Somerset police finally disclose to Mary that her partner of 19 years was an undercover officer living a double life. By that point, they are engaged to be married]

so according to the cps, "there was insufficient evidence to provide a realistic prospect of conviction" and the matter regarding mary being informed was a police matter, and both of those are very interesting things to say considering mary would not be informed of the deception for another five years. they were making choices for her without even telling her.

and thats also interesting because see in the uk, there is a law on the books that allows victims of alleged crime to ask a different cps officer to review their case if they received a decision not to prosecute.

thats the law stated as to why another review cannot happen because mary did not exercise that right.

mind you that mary was still not aware that her long time partner, who was a stepdad to one of her children and dad to another, was an undercover police officer. she would not find out for at least another five years.

so its really interesting as to how she was supposed to exercise that right.

also, mind you that the crown prosecution service was one of the six, count'em six public bodies who were aware of the deception, and at any point, they could have informed mary.

kinda feels like theyre witholding her right there, doesnt it?

i mean, former victims' commissioner vera baird believes so: "they deliberately eroded her rights by not telling her she has it. there is guidance in the cps that they should discuss complex issues with victims. but the only way you can trigger the victims’ right to review is if the cps tell her that they’ve had it and they’ve decided not to prosecute it. that is absolutely their obligation."

it is so clear that at no point did anyone have marys best interests in mind. because why would you? its not like shes the damn victim in all of this.

dont you all love how corrupt the cps and police in the uk are?

further into the article, mary's family describes the officer as "manipulative and controlling" which is unfortunately no surprise considering he was a fucking cop, and on top of that, a cop who was happy to lie to his girlfriend for 19 years.

its also made clear that theres no reason for him to lie to mary. she was not involved with whatever crimes he was investigating; in fact, she had absolutely no connections to it.

instead, he just lied to her for 19 years and several public bodies all lied for him too. because you dont grass on your friends, even when youre fully grown adults and in positions of considerable power.

oh and theres also this:

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Also at the meeting were attendees from the Association of Chief Police Officers (ACPO), the now-defunct body that represented the most senior officers in England and Wales. It was a delicate time for ACPO, which was linked to an emerging scandal involving a host of other undercover police officers who had deceived women into relationships as part of operations to monitor mostly leftwing protest groups.]

just in case you needed to be reminded that the police are a corrupt organisation and you should never trust a police officer.

#british politics #britpol #uk politics #ukpol #british police #uk police #acab #crown prosecution service #corruption #the guardian #rob evans #aamna modhin #vera baird #avon and somerset police #watchdog #dont you just adore the shitshow that is our country? #tw abuse #just in case

[mcuamerica]

What's with the Ring?

Pairing: Tony Stark x Fem!Reader

Requested by anon: "A request where tony stark had a college sweetheart for about three years... then many years later after ironman 3, pepper broke up with him and tony got invited to his college reunion. when he reunited with reader..."

Warnings: mentions of late husband, mentions of terminal illness (not for reader or Tony), mentions of past cheating. Age-appropriate alcohol consumption.    

A/N: PSA all Tony requests after this (and a couple more in my inbox already) will be declined. I don’t really like writing for him, but I made that decision after this request came in, so this will be one of my last ones for him. If I find any good Tony Stark content, I’ll be sure to recommend it!

Disclaimer: All my works are FICTION. Nothing pertaining to the characters and/or actors are to be taken as fact. I do not own characters (unless I create an OC, in which I will be sure to mention), actors, tropes, or titles. I do not agree to my works being reposted or published on any sites, even if credit is given. Enjoy!

You walked into the MIT arena where you had gone to plenty of basketball and volleyball games as a young adult. You loved being back at this school. You frequented the football games when you could, but it wasn’t easy since you had a full time teaching job in New York. 

You also felt that it was bittersweet. Last time you were here, you were with your husband. He bought front row tickets to a basketball game and you two shared an amazing time together. The next day, however, you found out he was terminally ill. You hadn’t been back since. It had been a few years since he passed but you couldn’t bear coming back to the arena. That was until you got the invitation to your college reunion. 

It would be good to see your friends. Sure, you talk to them every now and then, but with MIT graduates, the time to meet up is little to none. You took a subdued career, choosing to teach high school students in New York City. Still, you teach at a very prestigious high school and you are very happy to have your job but it was nothing compared to most of your graduating class. Specifically, nothing compared to Tony Stark. 

At the time of graduation, you could not stand him. Not only did he break your heart, but he cheated on you with some cheerleader for the school. You shouldn’t have been surprised: he was always a lady’s man. It was no excuse for cheating when you were in an exclusive relationship.

You were over it now. You had gotten married and suffered another heartbreaking loss, one so much more gut wrenching than being cheated on. It actually brought you some comfort when you turned around from your conversation and saw him - Tony - talking to another alumni. 

You excused yourself from the conversation and walked over to him. “Tony,” you spoke up to get his attention. 

As soon as his eyes landed on you, all the feelings came back. He hadn’t seen you for years. Not since you yelled and screamed at him two weeks before graduation for cheating on you. You were in different colleges, so he didn’t even get to see you at graduation. 

“(Y/N)... Wow… You look great.” He said, completely forgetting about the other man standing next to him. “What’s with the ring?” He asked, noticing the chain around your neck that held a gold ring that resembled a wedding band. 

You glanced down, a small smile coming to your face. “It’s my late husband’s. I always keep it on me,” you said as you looked back up at him. “How have you been?” You asked, not wanting to go into detail about your past marriage.

“Me? I’m surprised you don’t know.” 

There it is. The ego-booster laced with sarcasm. “Okay, Mr. Iron Man. I meant other than saving the world with your big suit of armor.” You quipped, raising your eyebrows. 

“I’ve been great, thanks for asking.” He asked and you blinked at him, waiting for him to ask about you. “Can I get you something to drink?” He asked instead, motioning with his cup towards the makeshift bar that was set up. 

“Sure, why not.” You said and gave a small smile before walking over to the bar with him. 

You spent the rest of the night chatting with him. On multiple occasions you had to correct people who came up to you and said they were surprised you two were together. Both of you denied it every time. Tony even told you about how he just got out of a few year relationship with Pepper Potts, the now CEO of Stark Industries. You thought you heard something about it, but you hadn’t paid much attention to Tony when he was in the news. 

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. It’s always hard to recover from a break up. But I’m sensing that you had no issue…” You said and he smiled sheepishly. 

“Actually, it was a little hard. But I’m better now. And really happy that I ran into you. We should meet again, sometime. In New York.” He said and you narrowed your eyes. 

“I’m not sure how much I trust you, Stark.” You asked and crossed your arms, shifting your weight slightly. 

“I promise, I won’t make any moves.” He said, giving you a sly smirk. 

“Who said I didn’t want that?”

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[strictpunishedhubby]

Oft bekomme ich von meiner Frau zu hören, “das ist nur zu Deinem Besten”, während sie den grässlichen Rohrstock auf meinen ihr feilgebotenen, schutzlos ausgelieferten, nackten Hintern schwingt. Sie hat gut reden, ist es doch mein und nicht ihr Po, der zu leiden hat. Ich denke, während ich am Weinen bin, es ist nicht zu meinen, sondern zu ihrem Besten, denn danach bin ich immer besonders artig und fügsam. Aber sie hat wohl mit ihrer Aussage dahingehend Recht, es ist wirklich zu meinem Besten, denn es fällt mir mit meinem verprügeltem Po wesentlich leichter gehorsam zu sein, und meine häuslichen Pflichten zu erfüllen. So verhindert sie, dass ich von ihr eine noch drastischere Bestrafung erhalte. Verrichten muss ich die Haushaltsarbeiten sowieso, denn sonst tritt sofort der gemeinen Rohrstock in Aktion. Da ich oft undiszipliniert bin, geschieht  die erzieherische Rohrstockstrafe manchmal sogar mehrmals die Woche. Nach dem Verständnis meiner Frau und gleichzeitigen Erzieherin ist es nur recht und billig, bei meinen Verfehlungen, ihr meine nackte, schutzlose Erziehungsfläche  präsentieren zu müssen. So gesehen ist es wirklich zu meinem Besten, damit es mir leichter fällt, meine Pflichten gewissenhafter und ordentlicher zu erfüllen! 

Manchmal frage ich mich vor allem wenn sie mir Züchtigungen und weitere Strafen ankündigt, hat sie wirklich die Berechtigung mich als ihren Mann für meine Verfehlungen nicht nur zu züchtigen, sondern meist auch zusätzliche Strafen mit denen Kinder und Jugendliche von ihren Eltern bestraft werden, wie lange Zeiten mit dem Gesicht zur Wand in der Ecke zu stehen oder knien, Stubenarrest, Verbote, etc. zu verhängen. Ich muss allerdings sagen, schon vor unserer Ehe hat sie mir angekündigt und ich dem einwilligte, sie wird mich sehr streng erziehen und für Verfehlungen immer streng bestrafen. Nur indem ich zustimme würde sie mich heiraten. 

Welchen Rat kannst Du mir geben? Sie würde mich aus dem Haus werfen, wenn ich mich ihr nicht beuge!

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I often hear from my wife, "It's for your own good" as she swings the hideous cane at my offered for sale, defenseless, bare bottom. It's easy for her to talk, it's my bottom and not her bottom that's suffering. I think while I'm crying it's not for mine, it’s for her best, because I'm always extra good and docile afterwards. But I guess she's right about what she says, it really is for my own good, because with my butt beaten up, it's a lot easier for me to be obedient and do my household chores. This is how she prevents me from receiving an even more drastic punishment from her. I have to do the household chores anyway, because otherwise the common cane will immediately come into action. Since I am often undisciplined, the educationale cane punishment sometimes even happens several times a week. According to the understanding of my wife, who is also an educator, it is only right and proper, given my transgressions, to have to present my naked, defenseless educational area to her. In that sense, it's really for my best, to make it easier for me to do my duties more conscientiously and neatly!

Sometimes I ask myself, especially when she announces chastisements and other punishments, does she really have the right to chastise me as her husband for my misconduct, also additional penaltiesother punishments with which children and young people are punished by their parents, such as standing or kneeling in the corner facing the wall for long periods of time house arrest, bans, etc. to impose. However, I have to say that even before we were married, she announced to me and I agreed that she would bring me up very strictly and would always severely punish me for misconduct. Only by my agreeing would she marry me.

What advice can you give me? She would throw me out of the house if I do not submit to her!

[arabellamonkey]

dust off our new love

stevetony | a fill for the @stevetonygames square “found" and the "pass it on" challenge! for team marry <3

prompted by the wonderful @jules-of-the-crown and beta'ed by the lovely @stonyholic

also on ao3

Tony’s clothes are full of dust when he finds the box.

It’s hidden under a forgotten table in their basement, blanketed in so much dust it takes Tony several passes with the mop to see its blue tones. Once the box is decently clean, Tony holds it between his hands, curious.

It must be the first time he’s seen it, and that’s saying a lot, given he and Steve have been living in this house for the past twenty-something years; until that instant, he thought he knew everything they stored there, but now he realizes that’s not true.

Throwing the mop to the table, he sits on the floor with the box between his spread legs and opens it.

He’s not sure what he was expecting to find in there, but a stack of letters certainly isn’t it. They’re not just any kind of letters, and that’s something he realizes instantly: as soon as his fingers brush the paper, he realizes it’s good quality paper, the kind that doesn’t bend easily. The expensive kind.

When he sees the date of the first one, two things come to his mind almost simultaneously: 

First, it really is good quality paper if it’s survived thirty years without a single scratch.

Second, the first letter is dated in the year Steve and he met for the first time.

He’s supposed to finish cleaning the basement before Steve arrives to take them to dinner for their anniversary, he knows that. Steve’s asked him to do it, as weird as that is, since Steve seems to always enjoy cleaning for some reason.

Now that Tony thinks about it, this must be the first time he’s cleaning this room, too. He should get back to it.

And still, Tony spends the next two hours sitting on the basement floor, the mop forgotten on the table, reading a stack of letters of which existence he never knew about.

The first one is dated in 2012, the year Steve was unfrozen. Not only that: it’s dated May 4th. The calligraphy is everything one would expect from Captain America: neat, a bit stylized, just like they made it back in the 40s. And still… Still, there’s some kind of sloppiness there, something that, paired with the wording itself, makes Tony think of Steve writing it in a rush, sitting on the small desk he had in his small SHIELD-issued apartment. 

I’m not supposed to feel anything like this, Tony reads, wondering if that last word is blurred because of how much Steve’s hand trembled at the time he wrote it or if it’s just his imagination. After everything I told you when I met you, I have no right to say this. But I can’t not say it in some way: when I saw your silhouette heading towards the sky, I felt my heart stop. It can’t be, I told myself as I watched you head towards certain death and not hesitate in the slightest. 

But when I saw your body emerging from that hole, returning from a trip that was supposed to be without return? When I saw you open your eyes and look at me with that cocky grin of yours?

Then, my heart came back to life, beating the fastest I’ve ever felt before.

And then I knew I was doomed.

Tony blinks a couple of times, incredulous, as he rereads that letter. He and Steve have talked lots of times about the Battle Of New York and still, this is the first time he’s read something as raw about it.

Quickly, he leaves that letter aside and takes the next one, and the next one. And he reads letter after letter, immersed in a frenzy he’s never felt before, not even back in his MIT days, when he pulled all-nighter after all-nighter, scrambling to reach deadline after deadline.

This is different.

There are many letters there, more than Tony would have thought. And together, they tell a story Tony thought he knew right up until then: he’s the first one to be surprised while reading about Steve already having developed a crush for him when the Avengers moved to the Tower, just as he’s surprised to find out Steve’s written many letters about feeling clumsy around him, especially during their sparring sessions.

He asked me to spar with him again, Steve begins another letter a couple of months later. Is he really that clueless about what our proximity does to us, or is he trying to torture me?

Tony huffs a laugh, incredulous, before passing to the next letter.

A small, pleased smile grows on his lips when he finds the letter Steve wrote after their first date.

His kisses taste like coffee, Steve begins that letter with that. Not the kind of coffee I drink —black and bitter— but the kind of coffee he drinks: it’s sweet and rich. It’s the kind of taste I could grow addicted to.

He keeps reading, and finds out that these letters, more than actual letters meant to be sent to him, ended up being more like a diary of sorts, one Steve would resort to after every single milestone in their relationship: their first date, their first kiss, their engagement.

Their wedding.

He’s sleeping right by my side and it feels like a dream, just like the first time, Steve started the letter of their wedding night. He sleeps on his stomach, one hand under the pillow, the other on the top. I can see his ring —my ring— shining on his annular finger, and I could cry out of happiness.

He’s reading the letter he wrote when they adopted Dodger when he hears a hum behind him. Startled, he turns around to find Steve leaning on the wall by the stairs, looking at him with an arched eyebrow and an amused smile.

“So I take it you’ve found them, hm?” Steve says.

Tony hugs the box to his chest, chin high as he says, “They’re for me. You wrote them for me.”

Steve nods, uncrossing his arms and walking towards him. “That they are.”

Tony squints in his direction as he takes the hand Steve’s offering and gets up. “Why didn’t you give them to me then?”

Steve looks at them thoughtfully. “They seemed too over the top at the time, I think. At some point, I started writing them even knowing I’d never send them.”

“Well,” Tony says, closing the box and hugging it tighter as they walk upstairs. “Now I’ve found them, so they’re mine.”

Steve’s laugh makes Tony laugh too. Tony finds he likes this game, where they pretend Steve hasn’t just given them to him, closing a circle Tony didn’t even know was open to begin with.

“Well,” Steve says, leaving a soft kiss on Tony’s lips. “I guess we can count that as my anniversary gift.”

#stevetony #stony #stevetony fic #stony fic #stg 2022 #the stevetony games #my fic #my writing

[cloveroctobers]

KAITLYN KA x f! READER / Summer Prompts !

A/N: gif belongs to its rightful owner! Here’s something small for our girl Kaitlyn! In headcanon form!

#10. Popsicles + ice cream from this prompt list here: https://hailing-stars.tumblr.com/post/653205377012367360/summer-prompts-heres-a-list-of-thirty-summer

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The end of summer happened to be one of kaitlyn’s favorite parts of the season, particularly the evenings when the blazing New York orange sun was finally slowing down for the day

The both of you were spending your last week together before you went for your second year at university and before kaitlyn went back to MIT

You made the long distance work…much to Jacob’s surprise since kaitlyn had so much to say about his plans with Emma

Sure you were cautious about doing so since kaitlyn tended to…get bored easily and always had no issue mingling with any and everybody…but when it came to YOU she hardly found herself tired

It was a Sunday evening, kaitlyn’s mother was off with her sister and their friends having a girls day at the spa, kaitlyn’s father was a trauma surgeon so he was gone majority of the time, and her little brother was spending the weekend at a friend’s house and wouldn’t be back until Monday afternoon at some point—basically you had the whole house to yourselves

Granted, you arrived late since you weren’t a morning person which annoyed kaitlyn since she just wanted to see you—as if you hadn’t spend the entire summer together…literally since classes ended late may

Nonetheless you arrived and kaitlyn decided the both of you should go on a walk! when all you wanted to do was watch some crappy show on Netflix and cuddle with your girl

much to kaitlyn’s disappointment

“What are we? Some old boring married couple in their thirties that sit in front of their laptops drinking wine and watching bad reality tv until we’re drooling on each other?”

“…you already do that and neither of us are close enough to thirty yet.” You joked, making Kaitlyn roll her eyes and cross her arms

“Hey, I don’t mind being outside and doing things with you but it’s also cool to just relax sometimes too you know?” You gripped her waist while kaitlyn sighed

Before kaitlyn could come up with a sarcastic response, your head turned to the side at the jolly music that echoed outside

You perked up, “do you hear that?”

Kaitlyn blinked and slowly dipped her head, groaning as you quickly removed your hands from her hips

and hopped off the bar stool running towards the front door

“I’m dating a child.” Kaitlyn tossed her hands up in the air as she slowly strolled after you, noticing that her front door was slowly creaking forward after you tossed it back

Kaitlyn shielded her eyes from the sun looking left then right to see you sprinting down the sidewalk after…a damn ice cream truck

Shaking her head, kaitlyn made her way down to the stop sign to see you patiently waiting behind a kid that couldn’t be more than nine

Kaitlyn pulled out her phone from her baggy jeans to carelessly browse social media, noticing that Emma posted a update on her story that mostly contained herself sunbathing beside a pool and finally a video of her pushing Jacob into the pool which kaitlyn sent a heart her way — since she didn’t care much about whatever rant Emma would go on about on her page.

This was the most entertaining thing she’s posted tbh! Watching her best friend, Jacob in pure distress

The scuffle of sneakers made kaitlyn lift her head to see you coming back up to her with a bright smile, “babe! Here you go!”

Kaitlyn took the ice cream cone that began to melt onto the side of your hand and asked, “ice cream?”

“Yeah,” you replied shaking your hand out then licking the rest of it off your skin before you began digging into the wrapper of your posicle, “it’s your favorite…well one of your favorite’s that the guy had left: rocky road.”

Kaitlyn felt a smile grace her lips as she stuck her own tongue out to catch the melting ice cream and hummed, “thanks, baby. So much for wanting to stay in right? Now that I know the best way to get you outside is to have a ice cream man driving down the street, I might have to set a fake alarm to get you out of the house.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes, “we’ve been outside! I practically live outside even before we became girlfriends, remember? Track star all throughout high school. I won’t apologize for saying I’ve had enough but I’ll do anything for a popsicle.”

Kaitlyn teased, “yeah for a shitty school in the next shitty county over.” She laughed at the scowl that appeared on your face before continuing, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Oh, I’m sure you will.” You laughed before sticking the powerpuff girl popsicle into your mouth

Kaitlyn spun to stand beside you, linking her arm with yours, “since we’re already out getting some fresh air, shall we take a stroll around the neighborhood?”

You shrugged and let out a dramatic sigh, “if you insist!”

Kaitlyn snorted as she squeezed you a little closer to her side, trying to keep you as close as possible for as long as she can.

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Continue along with my summer anthology prompts here.

#the quarry #gaming #video gaming #kaitlyn ka #Kaitlyn ka x f! reader #Kaitlyn ka x reader #Brenda song #jacob custos #emma mountebank #Jacob x Emma #the quarry headcanons #summer prompts