#but i also feel like if you want kids thirty is like max

[ferrstappen]

unscheduled school visit l Max Verstappen

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

pairing: dad!Max Verstappen x female reader.

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

Max was a strict parent. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh well. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then giggles reached your ears, eyes immediately rolling. 

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

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

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[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 60

part 1 | part 59 | ao3

cw: reference to canonical minor character death

Max slams the phone down, knocking her forehead against the wall. Sixteen calls in a row and still no answer. “I give up,” she sighs. “You should just go.” “Seriously?” Steve protests. “And just leave you here? Alone? After—?” After all that? He throws his hands out like an umpire calling a safe. “No. No way.” “Look, my mom will be home soon, you can’t—” “—I’m not letting you get hurt—!” “—What are you gonna do? Fight my nightmares for me?”

“Maybe I will,” Steve mutters under his breath, pissed off and replaying the conversation on repeat while he gets ready. Feels like a psycho for doing it; feels certifiably unhinged just going about his evening after everything that happened, putting on a clean shirt and choking himself in a cloud of Farrah Fawcett spray so he can go pick up the sweet-but-stupid girl named Brenda he promised to take to the game tonight; so he can go cheer in the bleachers like he didn’t almost die.

(Or like, very vividly hallucinate his own death, which... Yeah. Doesn’t feel any less horrific.)

But whatever. Max is right. Without El, there’s really nothing to do but wait. Hop’s dead, Bob’s dead, Joyce is thirty hours away. Owens is off the table, too. What’s Steve gonna do? Call the government and tell them to come nuke the boogeyman? He doesn’t have any proof. 

He also doesn’t want to freak Dustin or any of the other kids out without knowing for sure what’s going on and what, if anything, can be done about it, so...

Fuck.

Fuck!

He gets dressed; he goes out. Picks up Brenda and does his best to be nice to her even though she gets on his nerves the moment she gets into his car, and he buys them sodas at the gas station and doesn't say a word when she spills Sprite down the side of his passenger seat.

The school is packed when they show up — the crowd in high spirits, the marching band leading chants. Nancy's reporting from the sidelines, Lucas is laughing with his teammates on the bench, and Steve leads Brenda toward the bleachers and does his best not to think. Not about the graveyard, not Max, not the looming threat of cosmic terrors. Not about the fact that Eddie is somewhere in this building, probably looking all hot and menacing while he leads tonight's campaign. Probably perched on a prop throne drinking Mountain Dew from a painted chalice like a fucking dork; probably making it look sexy, anyway. Tight jeans, legs spread, an air of casual command…

Steve could go find him. He could make everyone else leave; he could get on his knees and crawl between Eddie's legs—

"Does it bother you that we might win the championship, like, right after you graduated?"

Reality comes back like a slap in the face. "Yeah, that's an excellent question, Brenda, thank you so much for bringing that up."

They get settled into their seats, and Steve wishes he were more excited when the ref throws the jump ball, but he mostly just wants to go home. ("You always want to go home," the Robin in his head reminds him, and the Robin in real life throws him a weird look when she catches him snorting to himself about it.) He's just tired. Worn down in his bones, hollowed where he thinks his marrow should be, and he's clinging to normalcy with a sort of sweaty desperation that he’s pretty sure Brenda can smell on him because the date just sucks; it’s so bland, so mutually boring and bored. He spends most of the night mouthing stupid shit at Robin or keeping a sharp eye on the court — anything to ignore his proximity to Eddie; anything to drown out his messed-up head and heart. 

When the game finally ends Brenda gets a ride to a party with some friends. Steve goes back to Dustin’s place and paces a hole into the carpet. Stays up until 3 A.M., humming a Fleetwood Mac song.

In the morning, he tells himself as he drifts into fitful sleep. 

In the morning it’ll be fine. 

In the morning Max will come by the store like she promised, and they’ll keep trying until they get ahold of El, or Owens, or someone, and that someone will know what to do and how to help.

—

In the morning the TV tells him there’s a dead girl in his house.

—

part 61

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[atinyniki]

instant ramen

group: stray kids !

pairing: idol!lee felix x f!reader

genre: angst with a happy ending

warnings + additional info: reader is referred to as y/n, established relationships, mentions of periods and hormonal imbalances, felix is a little mean, felix is referred to as lix, lixie, and felix.

authors note: i was bored and made a short little felix drabble ! this is also not proofread, i just had a thought and felt like posting it. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)

wc: 1483

(pt. 2) || (pt. 3)

it’s not everyday that felix comes home in a bad mood. he’s had just about the worst day at practice today. he couldn’t seem to be getting anything right, and often found himself zoning out and getting off track. 

you’ve had a long day too. you couldn’t seem to get out of bed this morning, and woke up in the late hours of the afternoon. your entire house was a mess, and you didn’t have the energy to clean it up. to make matters worse, your period is late and it’s left you grumpy the entire week.

it’s now almost midnight, and you’re sprawled out on the couch comfortably, watching some tv. you have felix’s fuzzy blanket over you, one you both always use when watching shows together. 

suddenly, you hear the familiar sound of the keys jingling at the door. the door flies open, and behind it, you see a tired felix, dark green hoodie shrouding his face. 

you slowly get up from the couch and turn off the tv, careful not to trip over anything while you make your way to the door. 

“why are you up so late y/n?”, his voice was low, tired, but he managed to muster a small smile.

“it’s not that late, i just wanted to wait for you.”

he slowly walked into the home, setting his bag down at the door. he made his way to the kitchen, grabbing some water to drink, when his eyes quickly dart to the dishes.

felix likes having the house clean. after living in a dorm with chaotic men who didn’t know how to clean up after themselves, it got pretty sickening. normally the house would be clean, but felix has been out recently due to his new comeback, and you’ve been busy with work. neither of you had the time to do simple tasks anymore.

seeing the dishes still dirty frustrated felix more, but he decided not to mention it and walked to the bathroom to take a quick shower. he passed by the living room, the cushions scattered messily on the floor, and then your shared bedroom. clothes had piled up in the two hampers you had, some had even fallen onto the floor.

some part in felix just snapped. 

“is it really that hard to put some clothes in the wash, y/n?”

you were zoned out, but his voice brought you back to reality. 

“sorry what did you say? i zoned-“

“nevermind…”

felix began to walk away, but you walked towards him, stopping him. 

“lix what’s wrong?”, you looked at him, your eyes full of concern. he let out a scoff, “what’s wrong? what’s wrong is that you’ve been home the entire day and the house is still a mess.” 

your eyes widen. normally, felix is understanding about these things. you only have one day off the entire week. you’ve been overworking yourself so much recently that you just needed today to be a break. 

“i’m really sorry lix, i’ll just do it tomorrow” 

he glares at you, a foreign look swirling in his eyes. “if you were really sorry, you would have cleaned up after yourself. you know i don’t have time for this. it would only take thirty minutes max to fix up the house a little.”

“you really need to start doing something with yourself y/n. i’m not going to be doing everything while you just sit around and watch tv all day.”

you started tearing up. you didn’t mean to, but you really wanted to cry. felix saw the tears brimming in your eyes, and he started to feel a lump growing in his throat.

you didn’t know what else to say. you looked down and heard the receding footsteps, making your way to your bedroom. the tears slowly fell from your eyes, but you didn’t dare to make a sound. your boyfriend had never spoken to you like that, and he never really got that cold.

you picked up the clothes off the floor, putting them into the hampers and making your way to the laundry room. you put them in the wash and put the hampers back in your room.

you walked to the kitchen, and started to clean the dishes. you wanted to get it done as soon as possible, so felix could have a bit of relief when he got out of the shower. his words continued to replay in your head. you’ve been so exhausted recently, you felt bad that you couldn’t do anything for him.

you put the dishes back into their respective cabinets, and figured that felix would probably be hungry when he got out. you pulled out his favorite instant ramen, put it in the pot, and began making it for him. you hoped it would cheer him up. 

meanwhile, felix stays in the shower for longer than usual. he takes up the first eight minutes alone just standing in the warm stream, washing all the impurities off of his body. he stayed there for as long as he could, but for some reason, the guilt wouldn’t wash away with him.

he knew he shouldn’t have been so harsh. he didn’t mean to, he was just exhausted and already a little put off, but that’s no excuse to lash out at your girlfriend like that. after a while, he finally grabbed his shampoo, staring at the bottle for a moment before placing it back on the rack.

he reached down to grab your shampoo instead, the vanilla scent calming him down instantly. in a way, he felt closer to you. the foamy bubbles ran down his hair, and he began to wash the soap out of his hair. 

he then took another one of your items, your vanilla body wash. he liked that you’d always use vanilla scented items, it was easy to associate the smell with you. suddenly, the whole bathroom smelled like vanilla, smelled like you.

felix found the smell so comforting, almost like you were right there with him. he closed his eyes, thinking about what he said to you. he knew that as soon as he got out, he’d apologize to you. 

he finally got out of the shower and put some comfortable clothes on. it was almost two in the morning now, so he was expecting you to be asleep. he figured he’d apologize to you tomorrow when you wake up. 

he makes his way to the bedroom, but to his surprise you aren’t there. he didn’t go looking for you, he figured you needed some space. he saw your keys on your dresser, so he knew you hadn’t left the house. 

all of a sudden, he sees you at the door, a wooden rack in your hand with a bowl on top, decorated blue chopsticks on the side. you place it on his nightstand, and start playing with your thumbs, contemplating what to say next.

“i’m sorry for leaving the house a mess today, i know you didn’t want to come back home to that sight. i’ve cleaned it all up now though, and i made you some ramen. i figured you’d be hungry”, you let out a nervous chuckle. 

you looked up, and your heart immediately dropped to the pit of your stomach. you thought felix would be mad at you, but you didn’t expect him to cry.

he took your hand in his and let out a shaky breath. “i’m so sorry y/n. i truly didn’t mean what i said, i was just frustrated and seeing a messy house set me off a little bit. i promise it won’t happen again, please don’t overwork yourself just for my sake.”

you quickly wrapped him in a hug, “don’t cry lix, it’s okay. you’re just tired, i know you didn’t mean it”. you gave him a quick peck on his forehead, before running your fingers through his hair. 

he buried his head in your chest, inhaling the scent he’d been craving for the past hour, staining your his hoodie with his tears in the process.

“i love you lixie, im here for you. you don’t have to worry.”

he only clung onto you tighter after that, mumbling a little “i love you too” and multiple apologies into your chest. you smiled, knowing how vulnerable he was right now, and you were just happy he could trust you. 

“eat your ramen now, it’s getting cold dummy”

he looked up at you and smiled, patting the area next to him. you complied, lowering yourself onto the bed and clinging onto his arm.

the ramen had gone slightly cold, but it was still enjoyable. felix felt a familiar warmth spread throughout his entire being when you wrapped your arms around him, and let himself melt into your warmth. 

you have both been going through a lot recently, but you knew that as long as you had each other, you’d be okay.

<3

#lee felix #lee felix skz #skz #stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids angst #stray kids imagines #lee felix angst #lee felix x reader #lee felix fluff #stray kids fluff #skz x reader #skz imagines #lee felix scenarios #stray kids scenarios

[astronicht]

whumptober day 1: “how many fingers am i holding up?”

(I wanna do some of these for as long as i’m feeling it as a kind of fic amnesty! get back into the swing of writing without pressure u know! it might be exactly two it might be literally just this one who knows!)

F1 rpf | max/daniel | figure skating AU | 1.5k, rated T

(mild cw for an injured kid)

The coach is a fucking joke. He’s across the lobby from Max, who is tying his sleek black skates and waiting for Christian to show up in about thirty minutes, clutching a coffee even though he’s woken up at 4AM for the last forty years.

The coach nervously leans close to a little girl sitting on the benches in her skates, her boots and blades wet with slush. She has a sleek high ponytail and still has her bum pad strapped on over her leggings to break falls and a closed-off look on her little face. The coach says, “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Jackass. He’s obviously a competitive skater working as a coach part-time because he looks all of nineteen, but that doesn’t fucking matter. He’s the coach. He should know better. Max’s hands feel clumsy on his laces. He’s probably going to have to— Or the mum—

As Max is scanning the little crowd of parents at the tables, the door to the rink swings open with a blast of cool wet air and Daniel strides in. He’s got new boots on, Max realizes numbly. Daniel and the little girl are also wearing the same brand of leggings, hers in miniature. She is probably seven years old.

“Hey, you took a spill, huh?” Daniel says, because if he was on the ice he’d have seen it. He’s walking a little gingerly, slush sluicing off his blades onto the rubber floor; his feet are probably rubbed bloody inside the stupid new Jackson Ultimas.

Max gets up, walks over. Daniel sees him and seems surprised, or maybe Max is imagining it. Max does not say anything. He squats on his toepicks in front of the little girl, ignores the stupid fucking coach. Daniel says, “Oh, uh— Max is just gonna do a little concussion check, yeah?” Daniel doesn’t ignore the coach at all, smiles at him, says something, but he does somehow dismiss him a little. It’s easy to see, to Max, that Daniel was coached by Christian for a long time.

Max looks at the girl. She stares back, jaw tight. He tells her, “No counting, only follow my finger with your eyes. And now you talk to me, okay? Explain exactly what happened.”

The girl hesitantly starts to describe the double loop that led to the back of her skull smacking into the ice. Max moves his finger to her left, to her right. Her words are in the right order, not slurred, but her eyes judder a little following his hand.

“Daniel, give me your phone.” Max says, squinting at the girl and sticking his hand up. Daniel’s warm hip is right next to him, shifting as Daniel fidgets, his phone probably in his fleece because he never leaves it on the boards unless he’s on the ice. Daniel hesitates, maybe, but then his cold phone is being fumbled into Max’s waiting hand. His lock screen is some fucking beach, screen protector clouding up under Max’s warm fingertips. Daniel does not even like the beach that much. Max taps to make the flashlight come on from the lockscreen and tries to ignore Daniel relaxing beside him, like he didn’t want Max to be nosy about his stupid life.

Daniel does get three incoming texts while Max is watching the girl’s pupils react to the light, flinching down to a point the way they are supposed to. But maybe a little slow. Max frowns. It is all normal for skating, injuries and concussions alike, but it makes him feel a little sick, sometimes, when it’s the little ones. He doesn’t practice around kids that often anymore, but then again, if she’s here this seven-year-old is probably thinking about breaking into juniors, probably very serious.

The girl’s mum comes in through the other set of doors, the ones leading to the rest of the rink, the other sheets of ice that Max normally rents privately for a few hundred dollars an hour — a little cheaper in euros. Someone must have texted her; one of the other mums at the tables by the window to the rink, probably, not the coach who is almost hiding behind Daniel while Max takes care of his fucking student. Max should charge him.

Max straightens up and says to the mum, but looking out at the rink through the windows, “She has hit her head. I am of course not her coach so I cannot tell you what to do. She is not confused now but some of her reactions are a little slow.” He swallows. “So yes you could of course get her checked out at a clinic.”

The woman turns to the useless coach and starts asking questions. Max looks at the kid. “Okay, good job,” he says. “Take a break, try not to fall on your head like this.” Then he walks back to his seat. He looks down at his skates again. He can’t find his gloves.

A rustle and a shadow in the fluorescent lights: Daniel is coming to sit beside him on the cold plastic bench. Daniel sighs. It is early but he looks more tired than an early morning. He only got one Grand Prix invitation this year. The girl and her mum are gone, the doors swinging shut. Max swallows. It is normal, but also he hopes the mum takes the girl to the doctor today, just to see.

“Alright?” says Daniel, almost warily. “Doctor Maxy.”

Max rolls his eyes at him, says, “It is so annoying. Of course a head hit rattles you, so it is hard to tell when it is real.”

“Well, this time she’s definitely fucking concussed,” Daniel says, rubbing his face.

“Oh. Did you tell her mum?” Max asks, surprised. He watches his own hands clench on his knees. His gloves are in the side pocket of his skate bag like always, he realizes. He doesn’t reach for them yet.

Daniel blinks at him, eyes wide, shadows under them a delicate purple. “I… yeah, I told her what the kid said: that she'd blacked out when she hit her head for a second? Any time you black out, it’s a concussion, right? I don’t know if the mum like, knows that.” He squints at the doors. “Cunt of a useless coach though.”

“No it’s not always a concussion,” Max corrects. The girl did say that, he remembers, when he was making her talk so he could test how she spoke. “Blacking out for a second when you hit? Then I would've had dozens as a kid.” Daniel shifts beside him, laughs a nervous little laugh. His head is in his hands. “I have had enough already, my brain would be mush, Daniel. Anyway it is not even the real test, the finger and the eyes thing and the talking. It is just a DUI test. Geri did it to you once, I remember, at Cup of China 2017? I asked what it was because I of course had not seen it and she said she used to party pretty hard, run into problems with friends sometimes, and she thought it had to be about the same.”

Daniel rubs his face again. “Was I concussed?” he asks. “In 2017?”

“Yes, I think so. But it is hard to tell.”

“No, I remember, I skated in that competition.”

Max shrugs. “You won the gold, then I beat you at Skate America two weeks later.”

“Shit, yeah. I remember now. Yeah.” Daniel tips his head back. On the tvs above the rink doors, the receptionist is playing YouTube videos of last year’s Grand Prix series instead of the rink sponsorship reel. It looks like Italy, the senior pairs event. Max watches Sui Wenjing get thrown through the air in a near-perfect twist, land on one edge of one blade like a sharp and flying thing. He has always wondered what it feels like, to land something from six feet in the air. No matter how high he can get his quads, his triples, he of course skates singles.

Max can smell Daniel’s cologne, which he is wearing at 5:03 AM, his sweat, the stiff leather of his awful new boots. “Well, gotta get back out there,” Daniel says. “These babies won’t break themselves in.”

They both look at Daniel’s new boots, which are probably full of Daniel’s blood for no reason, because Max doesn’t think his old ones were really broken or that bad or whatever. His coach probably told him to switch. Max switches boots when he needs to, always knows when to judge it, always gives himself the full summer before the competition season to break them in and let them tear him up a bit.

“Okay,” Max rasps. “Say hi to Lando for me. Try to land your Salchow.”

Daniel stands with his hand on Max’s hair, ruffles it and shoves Max, making him laugh. The clenching thing in his chest releases a little.

“Don’t bump your noggin,” Daniel says quietly, rapping his hand on Max’s head, gentle.

“Too late,” Max jokes.

Max stays sitting there for a minute after Daniel gets back on the ice, trying to wait out the rush of adrenaline, his heart still slamming like it was him who fucked up a loop, like it was his pale mother at the swinging doors.

—

concept brought to u by me in @/garagegremlin’s texts like OKAY they’re like all singles skaters but max has the heart of a pairs girl

#f1 rpf #my fic #whumptober ‘23 #max/daniel #maxiel #suddenly remembering i don’t know tagging conventions round these parts #alas #maxiel figure au

[imaginedisish]

Someone Great (Steve Harrington x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! Here is my first Steve Harrington fic! I hope y'all like it. This is based on all of the “Steve talking about having kids with the reader” requests! It’s a bit angsty, and I’m just gonna say it now...SPOILERS AHEAD FOR SEASON 4 VOL 2!!! Please be careful LOL. So this one is based on Someone Great by LCD Soundsystem, but I also listened a lot to This is Me Trying by Taylor Swift while writing this. Anyway, here is some angst to fluff, enjoy y'all.

Summary: (SPOILERS AHEAD) As Steve’s best friend, you think you know everything about him. But you don’t know about his dream to have a Winnebago filled with Harringtons, and that you’re in it. 

Warnings: SPOILERS INCOMING FOR SEASON 4 VOLUME 2!!!!!!! Canon divergence! I literally ignore Nancy and completely replace her in the Winnebago scene LOL. Cursing, character deaths from season 4 volume 2 mentioned below the cut so beware! Canon mentions/depictions of violence and death in general, friends to lovers. Also, probably tons of grammatical errors. Takes place the day before that “two days later”...

Word Count: 2,048...kinda short for me.

The past week, or the past few years, rather, had been far from normal. Battling inter-dimensional monsters had become somehow…commonplace. But it never got easier, and neither did losing those around you. 

It was a day after you, Steve, Robin, and Nancy had narrowly escaped Vecna and the Upside Down. You knew things weren’t over yet, far from it. You knew this was just the beginning. The destruction of practically all of Hawkins, despite your attempts to destroy Vecna, was enough proof of that. 

Your ears were still ringing, your heart was still pounding against the walls of your chest, and your head was still spinning. Your mind went back and forth between Eddie and Max, refusing to quit, engraving fictional images of their limp bodies in the very foremost part of your memory. It had been impossible to shake. 

And you knew it always would be. 

All of this would be eternally impossible to simply shake off. This was the type of shit that would continue plaguing you with nightmares thirty years down the line once you’ve settled down with a family of your own. 

 In search of some semblance of peace, some inkling of hope that maybe this could all get better one day, you take your bike down to Lover’s Lake. 

 You find your way down to the dirty dunes of the beach, and you sit down on the cool damp sand. Your eyes focus on the water in front of you, reflecting the bright blue sky and the glimmering sun above. It feels unfair, how beautiful of a day it is. You wanted the world to stop, to comprehend what the fuck had just happened. You wanted to force the universe to grieve with you, even if it was just for a brief second. Eddie and Max deserved that. You knew they deserved more than just that, but it would suffice for now. 

 Instead, you sat alone on the beach of the lake. You remember summer days when your parents would take you and Steve down to the lake. Your parents had met Steve’s parents when they first moved to Hawkins, and the couples clicked instantly. Still, your parents noticed how absent Steve’s parents were, and they quickly began taking Steve on your family day trips. It was here, on the beach of Lover’s Lake, that you and Steve developed your life-long friendship. It was over a stupid little sandcastle that you and Steve had pinky-sworn to always help each other, no matter what. 

 After demo-dogs, evil time bending wizards, and a massive Mind Flayer, it was safe to say you had each held up your ends of the bargain.

 You would never admit it out loud, but you desperately wished he was here with you now. It felt selfish to need him. He was probably just as traumatized as you, after all. It doesn’t help that you’ve been pining over him for the past few years. You’ve watched him hop from girl to girl, to Nancy, and back to girl to girl again. But now, that seemed like the smallest of your problems. 

 You try to push your thoughts of Steve out of your head. You squeeze your eyes shut, as if you were hard resetting yourself. But all you can see is Steve in that stolen Winnebago, staring deeply into your eyes from the driver’s seat. 

 “You? A big family?” You questioned, dumbfounded at Steve’s confession. 

 “Oh yeah,” He smirks softly, briefly musing over his response before continuing. “I’m talking like a full brood of Harringtons…like five, six kids…”

 You cut him off, eyes wide with shock. “Six kids?” A smile tugs softly at your lips as he glances over at you. 

 “Yeah, six little nuggets. Three girls, three boys…” He trails off, eyes on the road again, the corners of his mouth turned up. 

 The thing was, you could see it. You could see each part of Steve’s dream as he explained it. You could see him, surrounded by six children tackling him down on the sands of some beach town in California. You could see him propping up one of his daughters onto his shoulders to get the perfect view of the Grand Canyon. You could see him pitching up a tent at Yellowstone all because the kids begged to sleep outside, to actually feel like they were camping. 

 But most of all, and possibly worst of all, you could see yourself there with him. And God, you desperately wanted to be there with him. 

 You turn towards Steve. His gaze was already set on you, as if he had asked you a question and was awaiting your answer. You search his eyes as your smile widens. 

 “That’s beautiful, Steve,” Your voice is barely above a whisper, as if your words had gotten stuck in your throat. “Really, it sounds like a dream,” You force the words out this time, loud enough so that he knows you really mean it.

 Because you did. 

 And you still do. 

 You could feel the tears welling in your eyes. All of this was becoming unbearable. You could feel yourself waking up from the shock of losing Eddie and practically losing Max. What are you even supposed to do in a situation like this? How are you supposed to go back to college in the fall? How are you even supposed to go home now? Nothing felt like home anymore, not after all this. 

 The only thing that felt like home was him. 

 Steve. 

 But that didn’t matter. It couldn’t matter. He was still in love with Nancy, and if your friends weren’t dead yet, they were certainly still in danger. 

 A chill runs down your spine as the wind whips off the lake and across the sand. You shudder under the touch of the breeze. You shut your eyes, tears freeing themselves as they fall down your cheeks. You bring your legs tightly into your chest, your arms reaching around them to hold yourself in place. Your head falls against your knees, the tears becoming uncontrollable. Your sobs grow louder, the heaving of your chest growing quicker. 

 In the near distance, you can hear tires screeching against pavement, and a car engine suddenly turning off. You sniffle softly, ignoring the car. You didn’t care if someone saw you like this. You deserved to cry, to break down. What else were you supposed to do?

 What are the options?

When someone great is gone

When someone great is gone.

 You could hear someone calling out a name, and as the voice becomes closer, the name the person is calling sounds a lot like yours. Suddenly, there’s a hand on your shoulder. The touch is familiar, warm, welcoming.

 Steve.

 You glance up, your face wet, your eyes bloodshot. The sight of you makes his heart stutter and clench painfully. He immediately falls to your side, wrapping you in his arms. 

 “Hey,” He whispers into your ear. “It’s me, I’ve got you now, it’s okay.” 

 You heave into his chest, your sobs echoing across the lake. 

 “It j-just keeps coming,” You stutter. “A-all of this, it’s n-never gonna stop, it’s never gonna…” You trail off, pressing your face farther into Steve’s chest. 

 And it keeps coming

And it keeps coming

And it keeps coming

Till the day it stops

 You’re in Steve’s lap now. His hands rub softly against your back, his fingers drawing shapes against any exposed bits of skin. He shushes you, cradling you in his arms. 

 “We’re gonna be okay,” He reassures as one of his hands travels up to the nape of your neck, gently combing through your hair. “We’re gonna get out of this, I promise.”

 “But what if-,”

 Steve immediately cuts you off. “No what if’s,” His voice is firmer now. He pulls you away from him for just a second, as if to solidify his point. His eyes stare into yours. “You’re getting out of this, and I’ll do whatever I have to do to make sure that happens.” 

 You swallow harshly, his words burning into your skin. You shake your head. “But you have to get out of here, too,” You insist. “You gotta get a nice girl and your six kids and that Winnebago,” You say, your voice shaking with every syllable. Even as kids, you always put Steve’s happiness before your own. If he had a shot at leaving all of this behind, you wanted him to take it. 

 Steve scoffs, looking off into the distance. “A nice girl?” He questions, his hands still firmly pressed against you, caressing you. 

 You nod as you struggle to keep yourself together, images of Steve starting a life with Nancy flashing through your mind. “Yeah,” You say, taking a deep breath. “Someone great, like Nancy.”

 Steve looks at you incredulously, and then looks back out to the lake, searching for the right thing to say. 

 “That thing, about the Winnebago and the kids,” He whispers, his eyes frantically taking in all your features. “I wasn’t imagining Nancy when I told you all that. I never have…” He trails off, his Adam’s Apple bobbing in his throat. 

 “I imagined you.” 

 Those were the words that you had always wanted to hear, the words that made the sky open up, the words that made the world melt away. 

 Steve’s grip moves down to your waist, his fingers pressing into the exposed skin between your t-shirt and your jeans. One hand remains in your hair, pulling your face closer to his. He’s just inches away from you now. You can feel his breath tickle your nose as he parts his lips. 

 “I’ve imagined being with you for as long as I could possibly remember,” He confesses, his forehead pressing against your own. “The kids, the Winnebago, the vacations, it all means nothing if I’m not doing it with you.” 

 His lips ghost over yours. You breathe softly against him. “Steve I-,”

 He cuts you off. “And I get it if you don’t feel the same. I get it if the six kids thing sounds crazy. I don’t want to ruin our friendship and I don’t want to scare you away. It’s just that-,”

 “Steve,” You cut him off this time, a smile making its way across your face. “I want that. I want you, and your brood of Harringtons,” You giggle at the last bit of your confession, your face lighting up for the first time in what feels like an eternity. 

 “Oh thank fucking God,” Steve mutters, somehow pulling you closer to him. 

 His lips press firmly against yours, capturing you, securing you, and simultaneously freeing you all at once. It feels like for just one second, not all is lost. It feels like there’s a future out there where you and Steve and the kids save Hawkins. It feels like there’s a future out there where all of these deaths and battles aren’t in vain, that they mean something. It feels like there’s a future where you and Steve make it, like there’s a future out there where your little Harringtons are fighting each other to be Steve’s first mate in the front seat of a Winnebago. 

 The kiss is languid and smooth. His body moves carefully against yours, as if he’s afraid you’ll turn to dust in front of him, as if you’ll crumble and he’ll have no way to put you back together. It’s clear, even in just this kiss, that he’s afraid that he’s going to lose you just as soon as he’s finally gotten you. 

 And you can’t help but feel the same. 

 When his lips finally part from your own, you can’t help but want more. It wasn’t enough. The cool breeze that comes off the lake whisks between the two of you, causing Steve to grip tighter onto you. 

 “We’re gonna get that future, I promise,” He whispers. 

 “Good,” You whisper back. “Because I’ve got some names in mind.” You grin widely. 

 “Oh yeah?” Steve grins even wider than you. “You gotta tell me then. Spill.”

 You knew it wouldn’t be like this forever. But for a moment, just a moment, things seemed perfect, safe.

 We're safe, for the moment

Saved for the moment…

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[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

The first time Lrhwy Alec comes back from deployment after adopting Max 🥹

okay chapter 2 actually begins with this scene and I’ve been wanting to write it for the longest time. Here’s a snippet for you.

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Alec’s been skipping on his feet since morning. Since yesterday.

All week actually.

It’s impossible not to feel that way when today is the day. He’s only waited seven months for this. To be back home, back to his family again.

Their entire unit is at the airport right now, waiting to be picked up by their family members.

Alec cannot wait to see Magnus but there’s nothing new about this. He’s always excited to see Magnus.

But this time, Alec’s longing to see someone more than Magnus.

Max.

His Max. His baby.

It still doesn’t feel real sometimes that he is a dad. That he has an actual child to love.

The past few months without Max have been painful in a way that nothing has ever felt. Being away from Magnus is hard enough but there’s something cosmically different about missing his own kid.

He sees and talks to Max on video calls all the time but there’s nothing that can compare to actually holding his baby.

Also, Max is three so he can’t really hold a conversation. He’s always just saying gibberish between bouts of ‘daddy, daddy’ all the time.

Mom, Jace, Izzy, Magnus and Max are coming to pick him up.

Alec’s never been more in hurry to get home.

It’s 3:35 when his flight lands and by the time Alec is out, it’s almost 4. Magnus should be here soon.

“Alec!!” Jace yells and Alec turns up to find his mom, brother and sister there. Alec rushes towards them and envelopes his mom in his arms. Then Jace and Izzy. When Jace holds his face in his hands like the dramatic bitch he is, Alec almost cried with happiness.

“Where’s Magnus?” He asks when there’s still no sign of his boyfriend and son.

“I don’t know. We can’t reach them.”

“What?” Alec asks, a little worried.

He takes out his phone and checks Magnus’s last text

It’s a photo of Max and him, cuddled up in the morning.

We can’t wait to see you.

I miss you darling.

Magnus has been doing a countdown since the last 48 hours.

48 hours until I see you.

20 hours until I get to hug you.

2 hours until I get to kiss you.

I miss you.

I love you.

Alec calls him but Magnus doesn’t answer.

He calls him again. And again. Until he sighs.

Maybe they’re stuck in traffic.

“They’re probably stuck in traffic,” mom says.

Alec nods.

They wait for another half an hour, but Magnus still doesn’t arrive and Alec’s worry rises.

“We should go home. We’ll drop a text and let him know that we’re home. You can meet him there,” Izzy murmurs.

But what if Alec leaves and Magnus arrives and it’s another hour before they see each other again. He doesn’t think he can wait another hour.

His entire body is longing to see them. Alec can’t wait. If he doesn’t see Magnus and Max in the next thirty seconds, he will jump off a window.

But another half an hour passes without the sight of his baby and his other baby and Alec just wants to cry.

He hugs his mom, a little too tightly as he whispers, “Let’s go home.”

Jace takes his bag and they all turn to leave when a voice, the voice calls him.

“Alexander!!!!!”

Alec turns and his entire body sighs, relaxes, and somehow gets alive again.

Magnus stands there with Max in his arms. A huge smile appears on his face and his shakes his head to the side, opening his arms.

Max squirms in his arms so his boyfriend puts him down, exchanging a look at Jace, who makes his way towards the small boy.

Max is a chaotic little shit and he can go from anywhere to anywhere in a matter of three second.

“Magnus,” he whispers as Magnus comes running towards him, crashing their bodies together.

Alec doesn’t try to hide the tears that leave his eyes as he touches, and holds the love of his life in his arms again.

“I’m so sorry. There was a small accident and we got late,” Magnus says hurriedly and the words accident raises up his blood pressure suddenly. He pushes back and glances at his boyfriend’s body and only then he notices how disheveled he looks. There’s some light bruising on his arms and his shirt looks like it hasn’t been washed in days

Magnus is going to have an aneurysm if someone captures a picture of him looking like this and it goes viral.

“What? What happened?” He asks.

Magnus shakes his head, “I’ll tell you later,” he says and cups Alec’s face. Alec closes his eyes as he feels Magnus’s lips against his and breathes. And he wonders for a second how he ever lived without doing this for seven months. They kiss for barely a few seconds and Alec wants nothing but to do this for the rest of his life but there’s something, a huge voice inside his chest still and it’s not going to be filled until he holds his son.

Alec’s scared though. He is so, so scared that Max is not going to recognise him.

When Alec went for his deployment, Max was barely two and a half years old. Now he’s 3 and three years old are babies and don’t have the best memory and what if his baby doesn’t remember him?

There wasn’t a single second that Max left Alec alone before, always clutched to Alec’s side. Always with Alec but that was seven months ago.

And sure, Alec’s been talking to him on calls but what does a three year old even remember?

Maybe Magnus can see his worry because the man holds his face and smiles, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. He’s very, very excited to see you. He missed you like crazy.”

Alec exhales. He believes Magnus. Always does.

They release each other from their hold and Alec makes his way towards Max, who is clutching Jace, a nervous expression on his face.

Max is never nervous and Alec’s heart breaks a bit. He doesn’t want his kid to ever be worried.

He crouches down infront of his son and gently, touches his head.

“Hi, my baby,” Alec whispers.

Max, who’s been looking all worried until now suddenly perks up.

“Daddy in phone,” he says pointing towards Jace’s phone.

Alec chuckles softly, his heart breaking at Max’s surprise to see his dad infront of him, instead of a phone.

Magnus is crouching next to them too and he smiles at the two of them.

“Daddy’s here now, Blueberry.”

Max looks at him for a good few seconds before the damn breaks and he bursts into huge, loud tears.

“Daddy here?” He hiccups as he falls into Alec’s arms, clutching onto his uniform.

Alec starts crying too as he holds his baby.

“I’m here, Max. I’m here. I’m so sorry for leaving you,” Alec whispers, holding onto his son like his life depends on it.

“Da-daddy..” Max continues saying daddy, like it’s the only word he understands right now.

Alec puts him back on the ground and cradles his face. “I missed you, baby.”

Max beams through the tears and Alec can’t wonder how fast he’s growing up.

“Missed you daddy,” Max says as he jumps into Alec’s arms again.

And it feels like Alec can finally breathe again.

#this scene was supposed to go 800% more angstier tbh #LRHWY #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #max lightwood bane

[reallyromealone]

Hi there, can I request a part for eddie munson a/b/o fic where they have a kid. I had a small idea (you can do with it what you want) the idea was reader going into his first heat after having their kid. Sorry if this is too non-specific and if you don't feel like writing it, it's okay. Thank you ❤️

-🦝(can I be this anon if it's not already taken)

Yesyesyes

I was thinking of this but was too lazy to write it but now is my chance and don't worry about specifics Hun, I worked with less!

And sure! I really need to keep track of my anons

X

The doctors said it would take rough 6-8 weeks for (name) to get another heat after having (sons name) and to be ready because it would hit (name) like a truck.

The doctor also said it was more likely he would have more...paternal heats instead of a mating heat and honestly they were fine with it.

It was the early hours when Eddie smelt it and glanced over to see his angel wearing his shirt and with their two month old son and trying to fix the nest "hey baby, you need help?" (Name) whipped his head to look at his alpha and purred when he saw him without a shirt and handed the pup over before working on the nest, the tiny pup making little noises as he settled into his dad's chest.

Eddie had never seen (name) in a maternal heat though Dustin aways said he was very strange during it and Eddie could see why, he was almost in a trance making that nest and at the smallest sound was in defence mode.

"What a pretty nest baby... Keeping our pup safe, such a good boy" Eddie soothed his Omega who all but melted from his words and laughed slightly as (name) tugged him into the nest and snuggled into him and pulled (sons name) closer and the tiny pup just clung helplessly to his mama.

Eddie struggled not to fall into his instincts as he watched over his tiny pack, (name) dazed and whining when he moved an inch and constantly scenting and smooching him for attention, the warmth of the nest soothing as the couple scenting each other and (sons name).

When the doorbell rang (name) pulled their pup closer and moved further into the nest and closet as a whole and Eddie just soothed the Omega who was freaking out when the doorbell was rang repeatedly and knew immediately who was on the other side as he walked out of the room, closing the closet door to make sure his Omega was secure before throwing open the door to stare down the party who looked smug "jeez what took so long?" Mike said with a shit eating grin when Dustin smelt it "oh shit..." Causing the others save for Eddie to look at him confused "what?" Max asked with a tilt of the head "shit already!" He ignored Max's question and Eddie nodded "amazed he didn't follow you out"

"He's currently guarding (sons name)"

"What's going on?" El asked curiously and Eddie sighed "(name)s in heat" he said simply and Dustin took off his sweater and handed it to Eddie "here" Eddie took the sweater and ruffled his brother in law's hair "you need anything?" Lukas asked the elder alpha who nodded "I need you shits to get a case of water, easy but healthy snacks and diapers" he said grabbing his wallet and pulled out thirty dollars "this should cover it, you know the diapers yeah?" Dustin nodded, having seen the box more than enough times within the few months and took the cash "good, for the next few days if you need anything" a soft whine could be heard from down the hall and the pups all looked curious at it "ask Stevie and Robbie or hell even Nancy" and with that the door closed.

"Well friends, we have a new quest!" Dustin said excited and the group went off to the grocery store "what's a heat?" El asked curiously and the others realized she probably had zero clue about any of this stuff "well you know how he's an Omega like me right?" Maxs voice calm and El nodded "well once a month for 2-5 days an Omega will have an urge to make a baby" she said simply and El nodded "though since (sons name) is present the instinct to mate is satiated and now it's protect and scent"

El took in the information and nodded, it kind of made sense to the young alpha "will Mike get a heat?"

"He's a beta so no"

"Will you?"

"Well Mr. Stevens said omegas don't get heats until around 16-17 so not for a while"

The group made it to the grocery store and got the supplies not to mention a snack for each of them.

It was Eddie's way of paying the pups for getting stuff, go to the store you can get a treat.

"Why easy snacks?" Will asked curiously and Dustin sighed "(name) can be a shit when it comes to eating during heat, kind of need easy foods to trick him into eating"

"How did you do that?*

"I take a bite and he takes a bite, he would only eat if he knew I ate"

When the pups returned Eddie opened the door but with a fresh mating mark on his neck "excellent, you guys get your snack?"

"Yup!"

The pups helped him being the stuff in before leaving, Eddie then returned to the best with two water bottles and a soft granola bar and bit it before going into a kiss and pushing it into (name)s mouth and doing the same with water "gotta stay healthy baby" Eddie said softly when the Omega pouted, the mating mark on his skin still slightly bloody from Eddie's teeth and canines.

Situating their son in a safe spot (name) crawled on-top of Eddie and snuggled into his bare chest, the Alpha pulling him close "shhh go to sleep Omega" he gently used a command as he felt his mate slowly grow limp in his arms.

#stranger things x reader #stranger things x male reader #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #x male reader #omega male reader #omegaverse

[inchidentally]

https://www.tumblr.com/inchidentally/742246572437504000/apart-from-the-absurdity-of-thinking-that-mclaren?source=share

Pro tip from someone who has been in this world for a really long time: DON'T READ WHAT KARUN HAS TO SAY!

Moreover, Oscar and his environment are happy with the cooperation with McLaren, just as McLaren is happy with Oscar being their driver. So there is no logical reason for Oscar to change his surroundings. Plus, from a sporting point of view, the move to Mercedes will not be an upgrade for Oscar. Another thing George and Oscar will have different car preferences, in McLaren Lando and Oscar are on the same side of the river so. The media first focused on Lando and his move to Red Bull, and now they started focusing on Oscar. Jesus, I'm tired of this season and the season hasn't exactly started yet. Another thing that pisses me off about all this is putting enormous pressure on Kimi Antonelli. His career is already so accelerated that it cannot be accelerated any further. Let the media leave him alone. Carlos in Mercedes or Red Bull is also a suicide mission because George and Max love oversteer cars and Carlos loves understeer. And in these two teams, Carlos will be the number two. So the only logical move is Audi or Aston Martin if Fernando does not renew his contract with AM or goes to Mercedes. If Sebastian wasn't stubborn, Mercedes would welcome him with open arms. A German driver in a German team, what more could you want. Plus the current regulations we have in F1 are perfectly designed for him (AM has blood on their hands for not giving him the car he deserved). There are also side options like Esteban and Pierre (their contracts are running out after this season) and Mick.

This is a digression from me.

you absolutely nailed it all anon !! like I really need everyone to remember that not only is it a journalist/presenter/pundits job sometimes to throw out wild cards and generate engagement, it's also the truth that Oscar has a particularly and uniquely brilliant set up with Lando and McLaren. and that there is literally no option for him that wouldn't be a pointless frustration or an outright downgrade. Andrea Stella and Zak Brown deserve every acknowledgement for how wisely they've put this partnership together.

but in particular Karun invoking Mark's name is hysterical bc Mark is why the McLaren move even happened AND Mark is not in the business of burning bridges with teams in a restless chase after a WDC.

Mark also hasn't spent the years managing Oscar and talking about wanting the kid to feel stability and the importance of trusting the people and team around him to start wheeling and dealing so that Oscar ends up with four teams behind him before he's even thirty !!!

overall, if the headline makes your heart race and has absolutely no history to support it then move on from it. the Lewis to Ferrari move was huge but it was NOT the first time Lewis had talked about it and we now know that Ferrari and Carlos talks were a long time in breaking down. both of these drivers have already made moves - they aren't in their second season of Formula 1. the biggest shocker about that was the timing of the announcement which sounds like it was bc an outlet was about to scoop it anyway.

and seriously as you said, it cannot be emphasized enough - and this is one positive point among many in favor of McLaren for Oscar and Lando - that having both drivers match up their preferences for the car to the point of as Andrea Said, using the same terminology and having their own private agreements on it, is so unusual and so hugely beneficial that it's why everyone makes a big deal of it with McLaren. if that were all that the boys had going for them at McLaren, it would be reason enough to stay put rather than go through two years adjusting to someone else's car and inevitably putting off race wins and a championship even longer.

#inchreplies #ty anon that was so well said

[eating-plastic]

Headcanons: Roller Ricky General and Relationship Headcanons

A/N: Yes, I know I got done with a whole x reader fic with this man recently, but I got more ideas. This will include expansions on headcanons I mentioned in the fic and ones I didn’t. And yes, some of these will be relationship headcanons because I can’t help myself lol. That’s all for today. Bye!

🛼-It is implied that Roller Ricky would be in his mid-late thirties at the time of the game, but if I were to give him a specific age, I would say that he is 36-37 years old

🛼-He absolutely loves animals, and he occasionally volunteers at an animal shelter near Gallows Creek. While he has a preference for dogs, he doesn’t mind cats. Especially kittens, they are a close second to puppies when it comes to “warming his heart”

🛼-Speaking of animals, I should probably mention Maxy since he and Ricky are a package deal. I headcanon Max as being a German Shepherd. Idk why, that was just the first dog breed that comes to mind when I think of him

🛼-Ricky has a bunch of fun shirts that he sometimes dresses Max in. He even has some matching shirts of his own

🛼-Though he obviously doesn’t play the sport anymore, Ricky still enjoys watching football. He even bought a jersey of his favorite team for Maxy

🛼-While of course he loves roller disco, he also enjoys going on drives with Max in the front seat as a way to clear his head or get away from Gallows Creek for a bit

🛼-I can see him and Sandra being on good terms. While he’s not as crazy about jazzercise like she is, he doesn’t mind jogging with her from time to time

🛼-I see Ricky as being bisexual with a 50-50 spilt preference for men and women

🛼-This is because he is just looking for a person that he can hang out and have fun with. He wants someone who he can wake up with in the morning and go to bed with at night. Someone that he could see himself growing old with, and it doesn’t matter if that person is a man or a woman

🛼-This man is a massive cuddle bug. No one can tell me otherwise. Now, obviously he knows there is a time and a place for snuggling up with you and will respect your wishes on the matter, but if your down, he’ll be down. He also makes adjustments based on if you are shorter than him, taller than him, or the same height as him (I see him being 5′ 10″ / 178 cm)

🛼-While he does have his preferences when it comes to music, he’s not a music snob. If you listen to a genre or artist he’s not the biggest fan of, he’s not gonna tell you that “it sucks”. He’s more than happy that you can hear something in a song that he can’t

🛼-Speaking of music, Ricky will definitely make a relationship mixtape that contains songs that are significant to both of you

🛼-Dancing with him at the roller rink when it’s just you, him, and Max. That’s all. Just imagine that

🛼-This man is so good with kids. While he offers lessons for both adults and children alike, he often finds himself teaching kids. He’s encouraging, fun, and patient, which makes children like him. He also knows just what to say to calm down a kid that hurt themself or are getting discouraged at constantly falling over

🛼-All I’m saying is that if you and Ricky decided to have kids whether it be through adoption or ,if possible, getting you pregnant, he’s gonna be such a sweet dad  ❤️

🛼-As we know, he is apparently not too good with keeping secrets, so he would accidently tell you if he was going to propose to you. He’ll feel terrible about it, but you couldn’t care less. You’re happy to be his fiancé no matter how he pops the question 

🛼-His favorite movie genre is comedy, but he can sit through mostly anything. He’s not the biggest fan of horror movies. Especially ones that involve a masked psycho killing people. You can imagine why that might be a bit triggering for him. He’s cool with Universal monster movies like Dracula or Frankenstein tho

🛼-Ricky has a preference for spicy foods. I mean, he loves food in general, but the way to his heart is any dish with a bit of a kick to it

🛼-His love language is quality time. He loves spending time with you whether you’re going out to eat, taking Max for a walk, dancing with him at the roller rink, or just simply staying inside and watching TV

🛼-In conclusion, Roller Ricky is the ideal man and the reason why my standards have now skyrocketed. Thank you

#killer frequency #killer frequency game #killer frequency game x reader #killer frequency x reader #roller ricky #roller ricky x reader #x reader #rita writes

[jimothy-hopkins]

idk if this has been answered before, but what would the prefects' Halloween costumes be? And what would they be doing at the Halloween party?

Oh my god YES-

OKOKOK SOOOO

Karl probably didn’t put much effort into his costume at all.

However he did end up going as a piñata for the laughs. Also a metaphor of how he gets his ass kicked by literal children-

Edward went the twilight route.

He put on foundation that was 3 shades too light, contoured the hell out of his cheeks and nose, then used tf out of some glitter body spray to make himself sparkle. And ofc he put in some fake fangs.

Max dressed up as Frankenstein’s monster.

Had the docs and green tench coat on with all the stitch makeup. Regardless at the party people poked fun at him cause he looked like Ed from Ed Edd n Eddy.

Seth is only here cause Edward wanted to go and cause he didn’t wanna answer the door for kids all night long.

Now the Halloween party I imagine they actually snuck off to- like hell Dr. Crabblesnitch would give them a break. Who else is supposed to do his job??

Regardless they got ready and hauled ass off campus in Seth’s car. Cause Seth is the only one that can drive and isn’t worried about his interior.

At the party Karl is definitely talking smack about ALL the staff at Bullworth, and ofc helping spread rumors around.

Max is on the dancefloor feeling himself and tryna talk to girls.

Edward is already drunk thirty minutes in. White girl wasted.

Seth is probably out in the backyard next to the bonfire.

After the party is over Seth would definitely talk them into scaring tf out of trick or treaters for free candy.

They said fuck them kids and fuck you too.

#bully scholarship edition #bully canis canem edit #canis canem edit #bully anniversary edition #bully cce #bully rockstar #bullworth academy #bullworth prefects #max mactavish #karl branting #edward seymour ii #seth kolbe

[formula-fun]

I just wanted to come by and say I absolutely loveee your writing, especially the relationships between the characters💕 Now, idk if it's a spoiler, feel free to not respond, but i loved Charles and Pierre's friendship and now I'm really surprised how much I ship Pierre and Yuki and how wholesome Charles and Yuki's interactions are. I was wondering if you have given any thoughts abt P/Y future and maybe how they/Charles might react to them being pregnant/having a baby?

(2) Also, not to be annoying lol, but do the pack get to know at some point abt Charles and Max's baby? 👀👀👀👀 they're all such a mess of emotions, I imagine how would that go

Hi! Thanks so much, that's so sweet <3 I put it under a read more because it's really long, sorry!!

First off so glad you like the vibes because I knew the pack dynamic was a little unusual, but I've kind of had fun writing it! Charles and Pierre are what would traditionally be the 'pack leaders' except they're romantically not compatible, and while they both are in relationships with other people those other people aren't really in the pack per se--Yuki is friends with everyone but he didn't grow up with them, so while he ends up being close with them over the years he still has another pack back home. But he and Charles are still bros and they have a good influence on each other since Charles helps Yuki feel more included, Yuki helps Charles feel less isolated about his secondary gender, and they can both bitch about Pierre together <33

I haven't thought about Yuki and Pierre having kids a lot to be honest but I know irl they both want them, so they'd probably have them somewhere down the line! In my head Yuki is really casual about everything even when he's freaking out about it (he asked Pierre to be his mate over breakfast while on his phone and didn't so much ask him as just say "I think we should be mates" and then had the audacity to look startled when Pierre choked on his smoothie), so I think one day after they've both retired from racing he would tell him he thinks it's time for them to have kids and he's ready to come off birth control. To which Pierre again chokes on his smoothie.

Max and Charles have a good number of brain cells between them but all of them are devoted to motor racing, which is not the case with Yuki and Pierre whatsoever, so everything they do is planned. Pierre is much more insane about it. Yuki has finally opened his restaurant in his retirement, and he's happy to wait out the nine months sitting at the bar eating sorbet and sorting through bills and invoices. Pierre is the one who listens to about thirty parenting podcasts while doing core workouts at the gym every day so that he can easily lift his small child when the time comes. It's excessive. He's squatting 190. A baby weighs like...3 kilos. Every time someone asks him he gives this speech about mental and physical strength. His brothers are a little worried about him.

As for Charles, he's as laissez faire about the whole thing as Yuki is, which Pierre finds extremely annoying. Small spoiler, but at this point Charles is still racing, as is Max, and they're both seasoned parents. They've got two already with a vague idea to have a third once they retire for good, so unfortunately for Pierre and Yuki this means they're given babysitting duty much more often because "it's good practice" and "it's not like you're still working" and "now you can finally put all those parenting podcasts to good use" etc etc. The Verstappen/Leclerc children are 5 and 7, are extremely loud and have the added ability to throw tantrums in four languages at once. Yuki teaches them lots of Japanese swear words so they can add a fifth. They're very adoring of the baby when it's finally born, which Pierre claims is a good sign they're not actually psychologically damaged and tries to give Charles a lecture about the importance of a diverse age range in early childhood friendships immediately after the 2031 Vietnamese Grand Prix podium, when Charles is too exhausted to escape. Charles retains exactly none of that information.

(Pierre ends up calling Max in a panic late at night a lot, because Max is the only one who really sees his side of things. Max wasn't terrified of fatherhood until the instant an exhausted Charles placed their equally exhausted newborn into his arms, and then it slammed into him like brick to the face. He had to get over it fast. He was the stay at home parent and things weren't easy that year, so he had to learn very very quickly how to be a father--the kind of father he wants to be, anyway. He's still trying and there are no real guidebooks for these things, but their kids seem to be alright so he can't be fucking up too badly. Sometimes that's all Pierre needs to hear.)

As for your second question, I can't give you specifics but they'll all learn about it before the fic is over!! It'll happen very soon and I promise they will be suitably messy about it. Thanks so much for the asks, these were so fun to answer! <3

#writing tag #if i had words #lestappen

[msweebyness]

Can we ask for multiple characters? If so, for the Monster Kids, what's your favorite thing about being your monster species?

Marinette: Well, for voodoo dolls like me, aside from the fact that it poses a risk to others, which sucks, losing a limb or getting torn up isn’t really a problem, because we can just sew up the damage!

Alya: Being able to phase through walls and other solid objects comes in pretty handy a lot of the time! Never need to worry about losing my room key for one!

Nino: Well, like Mari, losing limbs isn’t a problem for us Steins! Plus, my volts can charge up anything that me or my friends need in like half a minute, which is cool!

Max: Well, having several useful tools automatically built into your body comes in rather handy in a pinch, and you can always install new ones as needed! Perks of being a machine.

Kim: We werewolves have the sharpest senses of any monster species, that’s what makes us such awesome hunters! Turning into a wolf whenever I want is also pretty cool!

Alix: Turning an annoying jackassss who won't sssstop running their mouth to sssstone ssshutsss 'em real quick. It’sss a pretty efficient way to teach people a lesssson.

Ivan: My people very strong. Five year old Yeti can crush boulders size of truck tires in bare hands. This is something I like. We also have high tolerance for pain, hit with rocks and snow a lot. Do not get cold easy either.

Mylene: Plant monsters can grow anything in a matter of minutes, we do have two green thumbs after all! We also don’t need anything but water and sunlight to survive!

Juleka: vampires have a lot of cool powers, to be honest. I like turning into a bat and flying around the most. It just makes you feel really free!

Luka: Yeah, same here. Going bat mode is pretty wicked!

Rose: Skeleton bones actually make pretty killer music, like psychedelic xylophones! I use my bones when I play with Jules! Plus I can reattach them, no sweat!

Sabrina: Grrrrrrggggghhhh, Urrrrrggggh. (Translation: Well, the best thing about being a zombie is probably the brain power! We’re not as stupid as people think, and we have LOOONG memories. We’re also great at organizing and coordinating stuff.)

Chloé: Being Egyptian royalty has a lot of perks! We have servants to take care of things for us, and we live in fancy pyramids with tons of treasure.

Zoe: We also can use ancient Egyptian magic, you know, summoning sandstorms, waves of scarabs, and all sorts of curses and spells!

Nathaniel: Well, I’m made of stone, so I never really have to worry about getting hurt. I can also use my own hands as chisels for my sculpting in a pinch, plus I can look Alix in the eyes.

Marc: I just really like being able to fly, it makes me feel free and really calm. Plus, having six arms means I can a bunch of stuff at once!

Ondine: Well, I can breathe and survive in both fresh and salt water, which is really cool! I can also talk to fish and other aquatic creatures, they’re so sweet and funny. Plus, no one swims faster than me!

Kagami: Water dragons such as myself can command the tides and rivers. We also have an uncanny sense for locating treasure, especially gold.

Aurore: My kind has a vast array of the telepathic abilities, such as psychic communication and the levitating of objects with our mental strength.

Mireille: Being made of slime means that I don’t have to hold one shape. I can contort and manipulate my body to fit into just about any space!

Jean: Well, the pipes on us phantoms are pretty wicked! When I’m really projectin’, you can hear me almost a mile away! Plus, we can travel through mirrors, which is handy in a pinch.

Denise: Sasquatches can leap as far as thirty feet if we really put our backs into it! Makes hiking a lot of fun. Plus, we’re crazy strong, on the same level as yetis!

Simon: Well, Cyclops are favored by the sea gods, which is pretty cool. We’re also pretty strong and good at building stuff. I use it for tech more than anything.

Reshma: Well, my webs come in pretty handy for a lot of different things! Sewing thread, heavy duty rope, transportation, they can even be accessories or decorations! Also, like Marc said, multiple limbs make multitasking pretty easy!

Cosette: Well, we Minotaurs have pretty hard heads! I can smash right through a wall without even getting dizzy! Also, the nose rings look badass!

Ismael: Well, we werecats are kind of natural acrobats! Super agile, great at climbing and always land on our feet!

Lacey: Well, never having to worry about getting cold, that’s one thing! Plus, having flames leaping off your body makes for some wicked-looking stunts!

Lila: Being a harpy means that people don’t expect you to follow the rules, and being able to fly comes in handy when getting away with things.

#miraculous ladybug #monster high au #school for monstrous youths #ask the characters

[not-close-to-straight]

Also Dustin!! Steve's favorite child! (he would totally be the type to "not pick a favorite," but c'mon. Dustin is his favorite. Before Robin, Dustin is his best friend.) And I just think it's very cute and I know there's no universe in which Robin isn't perplexed by how many kids Steve apparently hangs out with.

Also the glossing over "dog smashing" like he didn't say it lmao

Dustin IS Steve's favorite child, though I feel like Max would have a special place in his heart. Even pre-season four I thought Steve would specifically look out for her, but then in season four we see she has a letter for him and like-- come on. She wrote the letters to the people she loved.

I have a adoptive dad!steve au sitting around in my drafts where not-Hawkins Steve starts fostering kids (the Party obvs) and eventually has to move out to the suburbs to get a house big enough for all the little gremlins and the courts are like "well is there a mother's presence in the house, otherwise idk it's weird that a single man in his thirties wants to foster like seven kids" so he calls his bestie and is like "robin wanna play foster auntie to seven kids? i'll give you the master bedroom in the new house" and it's just... sheer chaos? THAT is the Steve/Robin vibe I want lol. A weird amount of kids, a hopeless single dad figure and the fun lesbian auntie.

[moondove330]

so i've been thinking about this for like. thirty minutes now getting breakfast. that christmas Animaniacs ep i was talking about, Little Drummer Warners, ep 1-54, feels weird because Every Single other quote unquote bit of "educational" or "historical" content in this show has been the most over the top or sarcastic thing ever.

in this episode, the warner brothers, and their little sister Dot, meet baby Jesus. They sing all the Christmas songs associated with that, the three wise men show up, it kinda ends up being a jazz rock number at the end, that's it. Real straightforward and nice and cute. But like...xD

for some reason there was a mandate or law saying that kids cartoons need to have Educational Content. Apparently there wasnt anything on How the content should be done, so in this show they just went Ham. with gritted teeth. either they do an insanely waay too good musical number (like Wakko's Universe. it's the best song so far i love it so much) or the cast will meet some kind of historical figure, establish them as kinda a jerk, then the warners (or whoever) annoy them for seven minutes. it slaps. literally. sometimes it's just literature too. there's a musical segment about Les Miserables, of all things. and the plot is a chef wants to eat cats. zany to the max. love it.

the "educational" content is more a less just a setting for Shenanigans. you don't really learn anything other than names and places i guess? like paul buyan was a Dude in the 1700s i suppose. slappy the squirrel, a goddess, beats him up and he sounds like Pete from mickey mouse. (it's him, jim cummings. side note this is probably the oldest show i'll ever watch, besides looney tunes stuff i guess, and i'm still hearing people i recognize, it's wild. kowalski is in this show you guys!! and carl wheezer. and Father from knd. it's great.) [[i saw a tiiiny bit of pinky and the brain as a kid but there no way i wouldve realized, i barely watched kids wb. 'cept for pokemon. aka the thing that maaaay have killed animaniacs actually. my brain is going a thousand miles an hour. btw Pinky and the Brain is AMAZING ACTUALLY HOLY SH-]]

BUT LIKE. literally in the previous Christmas ep, Wakko says a rhyme about Santa's load. then Yakko says, Good night everybody! I lost my shit. i've been clear for days. What the Hell. in the previous bible story, slappy beats up the snake from adam and eve. (did the bible stories even fall under educational content? ehh kinda hope not. i dunno xP) they also did noah but it involves the hippos and i don't like the hippos. i could do a whole 'nother post about the shorts i Don't Like xD So it feels Weird, to see that baby jesus christmas ep, and it's just straightforward and cute.

#animaniacs #ramble #lol #i dont have a consistent Me Gibbering tag. whatever i barely do this

[madmazmind]

Ao3 wrapped: 6 and 29

I already answered 6 and I think you can guess it!

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

It probably should have been hard to pick, but it's the early-ish section in Want with Daniel's thoughts. It just embodied internalised homophobia in a few lines and when I read it back I was like damn... this is nice. Also, I wrote it on a plane, which meant I was so focused and in his head that it was easy.

Under the cut, if you want a reminder...

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What was that? Shut up, you piece of shit.

Daniel moved towards the sink, turning on the tap and making sure it ran cold before splashing himself in the face in an attempt to sober himself. His brain was out of control, taking him back to a scorching afternoon in Perth, of the day that he had laughed along with his friends when that kid in their class had told them he was bisexual. To the first time he had sex with his teenage girlfriend and the relief he had felt when he had enjoyed it. The day his best friend had fallen asleep in his bed and the way Daniel had felt when he had woken up pressed against him half hard. To the shame he felt jerking off to the feeling of it later. To the tears that he had let himself cry after Max had kissed him and he pushed him away, calling him disgusting.

“Pull it together,” Daniel said to himself. “This is just the alcohol making you feel like this.”

It isn’t. Lier.

In his head, he and his dad were sitting on a beach in LA, drinking beer and laughing. His dad mentioned the “fags that had just moved in down the street” and Daniel didn’t correct the slur. He saw his mum's face when he had brought a girl home, brimming with hope and pride. Then there was Max again, and that feeling of want that he had never had with any girl until she was physically touching him. The relief every time he stayed hard long enough for her to pretend to be satisfied. The way his mind drifted to firm chests and broad shoulders and stubble whenever he had his dick in his hand.

He looked up at his reflection in the mirror, he could see the rise and fall of his chest, still moving too fast and deep for comfort.

“You are over thirty years old, when are you going to let yourself have what you want?” He asked.

For years, Daniel genuinely believed that he was straight. He had always been good at getting girls and he enjoyed being with them. He still enjoyed it, but he had to try. For some time, he had found solace in his strength. It was another workout. Keeping his brain under control. He thought about that girl who asked if she could finger his arse while she blew him and the way he had fucked her so hard to prove to her that he wasn’t gay. Then the way it had felt so right when he had tried it on himself the night after, like it was what his body was made for.

The bathroom door opened. 

#Thanks Melissa! #asks #madmaz writing

[qzwrites]

the kidfic question

Gray, Riley, and Paul: these are already children why on earth would they reproduce. Okay, no, I mean...I have not thought that far into their future. Paul goes to a fancy out-of-state college and they have long distance dates, that's as far ahead as I've thought about this.

Karina and Lord Clifton: I mean. They don't need children and I don't think Karina ever expected to have children. They are going to be annoyingly doting to their niblings and cousins. Clifton especially would enjoy getting obnoxious loud toys for Karina's brother's kids. Idk what that looks like in the 12th century but I assume noisemakers were still popular with children back then, and extremely annoying to their parents.

Nic and Mara (and Ayla): literally definitely have kids. I knew this like...before I finished the story. Mara invents a way for them to have kids without Nic having to be pregnant more than once because that’s how badly he wants more kids. Mara also adopts himself a sister! If you don’t have a family, store-bought is fine. Mara is also de facto on child wrangling duty whenever he isn't pressingly needed elsewhere. He is also The Main Attraction for the children of the traders who come through the village. Mara loves kids and it is only Nic (and Ayla) reining him in. Nic was like "three seems like a good number" and Mara was like :( okay :(

(Everyone else's kids in the village call him Uncle Mara even if they don't call Ayla or Nic a member of their family because Mara is so Involved. Thirty years down the line people will be calling in favors from all over the Ring Sea from their uncle, who will turn out to be Literal God Mara the Destroyer and everyone around them is going to be like HOW ARE YOU RELATED TO A GOD and they'll be like oh it's more like an honorary uncle thing, my parents moved to the village and I was friends with his kids)

(Mara might accidentally get in a feud with a whoever the patron deity of the trading fleet is because so many of their kids grow up loving him, not even aware he's a god lmao)

Max and Eddie: I mean Eddie definitely wants kids and Max definitely doesn't, but also lmao they are not in a position to think about that yet. Like. Emotionally.

Bastiaan and Lennart: will not realize they have failed to discuss the possibility of children until several years into their marriage, at which point they are somewhat more aware of how the Headmistress is clearly aiming to pass the school along to them. Anyway, they're teachers at a boarding school, which they agree is plenty of children to worry about.

(Amusingly, the characters who spun off a thought experiment about AFAB Lennart a: have to have kids for inheritance reasons b: do not work at a boarding school. Sigrid realizes after only minimal exposure to her many niblings-by-marriage that she in fact does want children, so it's a good thing they require them, and also she now has many niblings-by-marriage upon which to dote.)

Jin and Alex (and Valera): I don't know them well enough to say ultimately, but you know what I do know? This is an omegaverse story, there's no way they're not at least a little into breeding kink.

Amelia, Jim, and Tom: I literally never thought about this until right now. Probably at some point? The temptation to say Amelia has twins and they then joke that one of them is Jim's son and one of them is Tom's son is very strong.

Zodwa and Kabelo: This is an arranged marriage for the purposes of reproducing and they have a baby by the end of the story if you include the illustration (which you should! It's there for a reason!) so like. Yeah. I feel like they have at least one more child tbh, with the exact same "retiring to an isolated estate for Zodwa's health" excuse concealing who exactly is doing the pregnancy bit. Alas that they are not in the wibbly magic universe where they can outsource carrying a fetus to a squash, the way Mara does when Nic hates being pregnant, because I think Kabelo doesn't enjoy being pregnant very much but does a: want Zodwa to have more kids bc she's such a good mom and b: kind of wants more kids himself? But does not especially want to carry them.

Lorrit and Nateno: Neither of them especially wants kids, which is good because oh boy! That would be a political nightmare! Nateno loves when kids in the palace are young enough to not know who he is though. Adults will often seek out their child/ren only to find them in a random courtyard climbing on the tyrant that conquered their country and have a minor heart attack. (Lorrit does think it's very cute but the idea of being responsible for a human child on top of the whole ass country is not appealing to him.)

Osett and Ordoni: Take so long to admit they're an item that no one even braves asking about kids. Probably going to eventually accidentally adopt a series of orphans. Probably going to pretend that’s not what they’re doing for, again, a long time.

Rirdan and Devere: These men should probably not have children but Rirdan definitely wants children. Probably get back in touch with Rirdan's family specifically so Rirdan can babysit his niblings. Devere, a mere human who is no match for even a ghakir child, physically, is like, Under No Circumstances are we doing this full-time. And I feel like narratively they have to then be cornered into adopting at least one child. Bonus points if this child is not either a human or a ghakir and is instead a third type of alien.

Lee and Colby: This is literally a hook-up, but also they do date long enough to stay friends. Colby probably does have kids and Lee babysits them and has Adventures navigating interspecies babysitting. (The idea of Lee introducing Colby to a different alien and Colby settling down with them is kind of cute also tbh)

Joshua and Tony: These are children and they will always be children in my head. I have no idea how long their relationship lasts, either! Longer than a few months, at least. More than that I cannot say.

Cody and Hassan: Cody feels vaguely uncomfortable with the idea of reproducing and only gets more so as he meets other concubi and hears about how Not Great their childhoods all were. Hassan only kind of thought about having kids when he was dating Stacy, and thought it sounded Okay. To be honest they are also Children in my head lmao. Probably they would have a better idea about this after Cody hears from his dad and learns he has younger (half-)siblings; the age gap there is significant enough to give them a good idea. I WILL definitively say Cody and Hassan are basically never in danger of breaking up. They probably don't talk about marriage until it's been like. A decade. They are both still a little bit convinced the other one is going to outgrow them for...a while.

Farran and Tiede: Farran definitely does want kids but that could complicate succession things for Arden. Tiede had no strong opinions until he realized how badly Farran wanted kids and then he was like How do I make this work. (He makes it work by Farran being The Kingdom's Most Involved Uncle with his sisters' children, who are Arden's heirs for Reasons [Arden marries a trans dude and makes it a crime to say shit about it lmao]). This needlessly complicated family structure works just fine, except for when people don't realize all the Stuff going on and assume Farran is like. The kids' minder or nanny or something. At which point the entire royal family is offended and it's a political disaster. And then it probably turns out Tiede manufactured the situation to get Arden some concessions he needed.

Alex and Derek: they do not intend to be in a long-term relationship lmao. They do, but they pretend they're not for...a while. They both have ~trauma~ but they absolutely do rescue monster children and find actual nice homes for them.

Liz and Sam (and Josie?): I have no idea! Initial instincts are yes, eventually?

Jaden and Chenillin: Figuring out he wants kids is literally how Jaden finds a place in Malachitin society lmao. Someone basically dares Chenillin to adopt some kids into his house and he's like SURE. FINE. WHY NOT and Jaden is like Wow...babies...for me? and Chenillin was not in any way trying to wife Jaden anymore than he already did but also like...Jaden wants the kids to be His, the kids are now His. (Jaden already settled into a confusingly solid position as the mistress of the house, due to differing gender stereotypes. He helps Chenillin's mom in the kitchen and basically runs the young kids' school as soon as he gets there. The kids in their House constantly misgender Jaden and confuse the Malachitin adults around them terribly. Jaden accidentally a revolution in gender politics.) (Jaden more purposefully a revolution in sex ed but to be fair, that would have been hard to avoid after Chenillin so publicly took Jaden into his house and then Did Not get married.) Former criminal becomes a soccer mom and loves it.

#not actually writing #extras #i guess? #already writing heresy kidfic and the cherinitat sequel absolutely ends up kidfic #WHOOPS