#drivers really don't care about their season uh

[agendabymooner]

she's everything... and he's just mick ! mick s. x ofc (filipino!nanny!ofc)

summary: in the first race of the season, the vettels made their appearance as a family of three (or four) as kimi vettel debuts as the newest vettel of the grid and a mick schumacher fan. OR let me introduce barbara elisandra 'barbie' blanco - the woman that the vettel couple fostered for years who now takes care of the two year old boy alongside kimi's uncle mick.

content warning: smau + article. quality kimi vettel (oc) content, some hater getting ratio'd, lewis is a retired king (yes king get that rest), everyone loving kimi, barbie and mick = barbie and ken, three racing team admins fighting on the comment section, drivers also fighting in the comment section (ate = term of endearment)

note: i told y'all i'm gonna continue on with the kimi vettel/crazy rich wife saga 😭 and to all of the users who made my favourite f1 fics— i see you 👀 i’m here and i’m lurking and i’m enjoying

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barblanco posted a story !!!

tagged mickschumacher, belongvettel

liked by barblanco, georgerussell63, lewishamilton

mercedesamgf1 to answer your question: YES, we got our new mercedes ambassador not one- but TWO mercedes cars. uncle mackie said to get him one, but uncle toto said make it double✌️

lewishamilton those are some nice whip, kimi! you don't mind if you take them for a spin with roscoe, do you? 🐶🥶 liked by mercedesamgf1

mercedesamgf1 kimi has a lot of furry friends, but the vettels said there's always room for one more!

user1 as we said: BEST VETTEL IN THE GRID

user2 mickschumacher is slowly transforming kimi vettel into a mini mick schumacher and i am here to sit and admire 🥰

mercedesamgf1 like father, like son 🤗

georgerussell63 still upset he wouldn't let go of mick 🙂 liked by mercedesamgf1

mercedesamgf1 there's always a next time george!

mickschumacher look at my boy!!! ❤️🤍 liked by mercedesamgf1

belongvettel we started seeing double when he wore that race suit 😅 thank you so much for your warm welcome! kimi definitely loved being around you all and we're looking forward to attend a couple more rounds! 😍 liked by mercedesamgf1

mercedesamgf1 anything for our newest favourite vettel!!!

tagged belongvettel, scuderiaferrari, mercedesamgf1

liked by barblanco, mickschumacher, landonorris

user1 how many outfit changes did he have to go through this week what 😭😭

user2 i think some photos were taken in different days 🤔

user3 bel's nightmare is seeing him in a race suit and a powered car 😂 makes me wonder how it went for the first few days

user4 i'm looking forward to seeing the vettels' gridwalk interview!!

f1 us too! 🥰

scuderiaferrari his name is KIMI and VETTEL for a reason f1

redbullracing ur so silly 🤪

mercedesamgf1 no you two are 🤣 scuderiaferrari redbullracing

user5 why are these teams fighting in the comment section?

landonorris he'd look nice on a papaya suit tbh

mickschumacher nah uh

georgerussell63 absolutely not.

maxverstappen1 look at him! can't wait to have a rbr sebastian 2.0 in the grid

mickschumacher ❌ wrong try again ❌

carlossainzjr false news max ❌

landonorris you couldn't be any more wrong lad ❌

charles_leclerc i disagree verstappen ❌

alex_albon belongvettel which team do you think kimi would compete for?

belongvettel none of them because seb won't take him racing on such dangerous places 🙂

mickschumacher boooooo that's not mercedes 👎

tagged belongvettel, barblanco, ginaschumacher

liked by landonorris, georgerussell63, estebanocon

ginaschumacher i actually came to see barbie and kimi but maybe mom went to see you? 😺

mickschumacher 😑

estebanocon its getting so obvious mick 😭

user1 what is getting obvious??? estie???

landonorris s-tier simping tbh 🙃

user2 y'all telling me mick is simping for kimi's nanny? 😏

user3 seb's about to act up frfr 😉

belongvettel my two boys!!! liked by mickschumacher

user4 HER TWO BOYS??? MICK REALLY IS A VETTEL 😍

barblanco you did sooooo good getting those points, mick! (i'm only learning about f1 please don't be mad) ❤️👏 liked by mickschumacher

mickschumacher thank you, liebe! i'm sure seb and i will be able to teach you more about it!

user5 no because it really is obvious 😺

user6 reading the fast lane daily article, i agree that she lives up to her name barbie bc she really can do anything 😻 i dont blame u for liking her liked by mickschumacher

user7 "liked by mickschumacher" LMAO OBVIOUS MUCH?! this man is giving "wahpsssshhh" energy fr

[whorekneecentral]

Mark Webber x driver!reader where they have some really heated hate sex after the events of Multi-21 to let off their anger

this fucks. you guys know how much I love writing mark x driver!reader

"Multi 2-1, y/n."

The words came over the radio; you were meant to stay behind Mark, holding up your P2 position and you damn well knew you were not gonna let that happen.

You ignore the orders, pushing the pedal down as hard as you possibly could when you neared the chicane. You get just enough to cut him off, moving up to the P1 spot. It was safe to say it caused a riff between you and Mark; not to mention the shit you'd be getting from the bosses later.

You knew what you did was right and you knew if Mark was in your spot, he'd do the same damn thing.

You were the golden child; you won the championships, broke the records. Mark would just have to take a back seat and learn how to not bitch about it.

Mark finds you in your driver's room after the podium. "Why'd you fucking do that? Multi 2-1, y/n!" He shouts the moment he walks in and you turn to face him.

"First of all, don't come in my fucking room and start shouting at me. Secondly, fuck off."

You can see the hatred in Mark's eyes; not for you as a person but for you as a driver. He had told you time and time again, you only cared about yourself and every passing weekend, you proved him right.

"You cost me a win today, y/n."

"I brought one home, it's still a win for the team."

Mark scoffs, "you don't get it. This is my fucking career you're playing with."

You giggled, "what career, Mark? You're practically a season away from retirement."

Mark had enough of you, grabbing you by the chin and forcing you to look at him. "Don't fuck with me, y/n."

"Whatever, old man." You swat his hand away from your face.

That only further aggravated the man, causing him to push you down on the couch and get on top of you. To be fair, both of you knew at some point you'd end up there. Between all the tension you had on track, you needed to release it in a healthy way; most importantly in a way that didn't involve a DNF.

He kisses you; it was heavy, carrying all the things he'd rather not say and much like on track, it was fight for dominance. Tugging and pulling, the clothes scattered all over the floor.

You two shuffle around a bit, still on the couch when Mark flips you over; face down, ass up as he settles before you. Your back arches, the curve of your spine evident when he comes up behind you, pushing back against him as you feel the tip of his cock against your pussy. 

Mark’s hand grips your hips, pulling you back against him. Your moans are muffled by the couch when you feel him stretch you out. 

“God Mark, like that,” the words tumble out, begging him for more as he fucks you. 

"Shut up," he spat, hands squeezing your hips, nails digging into your flesh. Your hand reaching under you, fingers barely reaching to rub your clit.

He pulls you up, his arm wrapped around your middle, your back pressed to his chest. His fingers dig into your side for a moment, squeezing you a bit. 

"I hate you,” he whispers to you, kissing under your ear. 

“Uh huh, hate you too.” You breathe, leaning back against him.

[nyoomfruits]

hi ☺️ first of all thank you so much for all the great fics you write! and thank you for Glitch, I absolutely love that it's so cute and soft but also giggle-worthy and laugh out loud FUN <3

I have somewhat of a weird/stupid question (and I don't know why my brain has fixated on this but humor me if you'd like, so I can picture every scene you write as it should be) : what does max usually wear to go to the office? like, is he a jeans + sweater/hoodie everyday kind of guy? does he choose khakis and a shirt? a suit, maybe??

(I'm also very curious about who's on the grid in this universe but maybe you'll tell us more in the next chapters 👀 can't wait to see how the story develops!)

first of all !!! thank you ;-; i'm glad you like it so far <3

SECOND OF ALL thats not a weird question at all thats a FANTASTIC question and i actually have a lot of Thoughts(tm) about it which i am VERY glad to share (coincidentally i did hold like a lil mini rant about max's clothing in glitch to eby a few days ago lmao)

the short answer is jeans + hoodie/t-shirt

THE LONG ANSWER is below a read more because this 1) got completely away from me and 2) actually contains spoilers for chapter three

so there's a line in the second paragraph of the first chapter that actually references the sweater ("He sniffs the sweater he’s wearing, pulls a face, and then gets off the couch and heads into the bedroom to find a clean one.") later in that same chapter it's referenced how he doesn't know much about fashion, and it's kind of implied he doesn't really care either

which gets confirmed in the opening scene of chapter three, which is literally max getting ready for his date, wearing like jeans and a t-shirt and daniel going "ABSOLUTELY NOT" and rooting through his closet for something nicer for him to wear lmao

Max stares down at his clothes. He’s wearing a pair of his nicest jeans, and a gray t-shirt one of his hook ups once told him makes his arms look really nice. “What’s wrong with this?” He asks, confused.

Daniel stops throwing clothing on the bed and sends Max a look. “Max. Maxy. Maxerino,” Daniel says, ignoring Max’s grumble of ‘I told you to stop calling me that’. “You’re going on a date with Charles Leclerc. And you’re wearing jeans and a t-shirt.”

“So?” Max asks, shrugging a little. “He’s still just a guy. What, do you want me to wear a suit just because he’s sort of famous? That’s ridiculous.”

also this snippet that i didn't want to deny you that happens much later and PERFECTLY describes max's fashion forward clothing style:

“Hi,” Charles says. “Sorry. Should’ve maybe started with that. You just look uh. Really hot.”

Max glances down at his t-shirt. It has the Excel logo on it, with ‘freak in the sheets’ written underneath. His sweatpants, he realizes to his great annoyance, have a hole in them. When he glances back up to Charles, he’s blushing.

“Shut up, apparently I’m into that whole rumpled nerd look, sue me.” Charles grouses, and Max laughs, leaning up to kiss him ever so softly.

never stated in the fic but that t-shirt was ABSOLUTELY a joke gift from either daniel or lando and max very much wears it unironically like this dude does just Not Care lmao

but yeah i hope that sort of answers the question?? max is very shrug emoji about his clothing in general, opting for comfort above all, so i'd say he wears a hoodie + jeans like 99% of the time unless he has something he knows he HAS to dress up for, like an official company thing

ALSO for the grid question: daniel, lando and max are the only non drivers in this universe and it takes place in the 2023 season so daniel wouldnt be on the grid anyway. idk who takes lando's seat but you do find out who takes max's seat and if you know me it's like. really not that hard to guess [side eyes my icon]. but that's really just a throw away mention and a fun little easter egg for me and eby. you won't really see much of the other drivers since it's mostly from max's pov :)

[future-oscarwinner]

It's going to take them ages to grade it though ;-; I hope I get my grade back before the holiday starts.

Ah I don't understand why people get so pissed off about which driver someone likes. Like in the grand scheme of things it's really not important, they're all a bunch of rich men that live such a different life than us I highly doubt they will care.

But you should develop your own opinion about them. It's better than just blindly following people.

For my dislike for him mostly comes from his fans. Like everyone in The Netherlands likes him just because he is Dutch. Obviously I'm not saying that he's a bad driver, he's not otherwise he wouldn't be where he is now. But the way Dutch people always get offended when I say I'm not a fan is what annoys me.

Oh really that's so awesome! What got you into the sport if I may ask? I'm always curious to see how people found it :) I think Seb just has that influence on people, even if they haven't been around the sport long, he just has that thing about him. I will miss it very much :/ If you end up writing that essay every I wouldn't mind reading it 😂

You can always watch his old races back or his press conferences. Seb in his villain era is really something beautiful to see.

God how much I want that man back in the sport (maybe in Audi with Mick, that would definitely be something) But I also understand why I choose to leave, such a sweet reason in my opinion. Though I doubt he will be able to sit still for long. It must be so strange to have lived such a busy life for so long and then to just have "nothing" going on (obviously he has stuff going on but nothing as fast paced as f1)

Schumini I will miss him, I'm still waiting for Merc to announce him as a reserve driver. I think that environment will be good for him, I also think it might be better if goes there than going to Ferrari. Somehow I think it would be more beautiful if he tried to pick up where Schumi left off rather than trying to copy him in Ferrari. It might also be less pressure for him, this is something I could go on about for a while.

Gunther that man I can't. Dts made him look like a silly little man and now I just can't take him serious anymore. As much as I want to fight him I still would rather listen to him on the pitwall than Horner.

Sorry if this is a bit long I just have so much to say, I hope you have a nice day or had a nice day :)

- <3

Oh no, I hate that, fingers crossed

Yeah it is literally so unimportant plus I try to separate how they are as drivers and how they are as people. Plus it took me a week to finally admit to her that I actually love Lando the most, I mean she caught on because I was sending her tiktoks all about Lando and she was like "what's with the Lando content?" and I was like "uhm...👀 no reason" and okay really even I was in denial back then 😂 And when I finally told her she wouldn't believe me like nah you're playing again (which, reasonable, I do be joking a lot just to get on her nerves, but-😂) but when she finally believed me she just had to say I'd be running back to Charles once he starts fighting for the championship--girl if I cared about the championship I wouldn't even--he's still my top one DRIVER like I know what Lando's chances of winning are in that carrot box, but we'll see for the next season

Oh I didn't know Max was that adored in the Netherlands.

Hehe, my cousin got me into it 😂 at first I was reluctant bc I know she's been following the sport for years and I don't like prying into other people's interests but she was like no come on if I didn't want to share it with you I wouldn't have suggested you getting into it and I was like uhm okay let's give it a shot... And so my first race was Singapore and uh I didn't hate it 😂 I liked it as much as a person who didn't know ANYTHING back then could like it 😂 but then I didn't get to watch Japan because life and I think it was at like 7am in my timezone and I was both happy and sad I didn't watch because you know how the race was :/ (also at that time I was EXTREMELY worried about their safety and was like I could never date any of them because I would be under constant stress from worrying, but look at me now I want that wag life 🤡 but I am still in fact always worried) and then after COTA all hell broke loose, also that was the time I was finally done with my five stages of grief and realized it is Lando I want and so here I am today :)

Yeah, as I said Seb has a very charming personality and even if I don't find him that particularly attractive I've seen his flirting skills and oh boy would I fall for him, he will be greatly missed but I don't think he's done with f1 ❤️‍🩹 Oh I will definitely watch as many full seasons as I can find!

Oh so merc didn't announce their reserve driver yet? I hope they really do, we still need him in f1 <3 And Ferrari is from what I've seen a disaster... As Felipe said "Ferrari is not a dream for younger generations as before anymore" or something like that

First team principal we see in dts is Gunther and I was like GET THIS MAN OFF OF MY SCREEN but I grew to like him even though he is annoying, but good for entertaining purposes 😂 especially his choices, someone should make "Gunther is _____, don't be like Gunther" memes off of him 😂 And Horner ah he's just full of crap

Hey no worries, I got pretty excited when I saw the long message! Thank you, as it is nighttime right now, I did have a nice day and hope you did as well!! <3

[albonium]

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[formulatrash]

I'm an asexual mess so I don't care about the driver's romantic relationships and I'm not into shipping or anything but man am I a sucker for driver friendships. Like, please tell me all about their golf dates, discord servers and shared vacations. But I always wonder what kind of friendships that are? How genuine are they?

drivers are genuinely friends with each other. sometimes the interaction is kind of forced by circumstance - like do I think that Oliver Askew and Jake Dennis knew or particularly cared about each other before this season? no but they're both nice lads so they get along fine and can muck about with each other, even if they don't become besties.

or like - contrary to how DTS would have it, Lewis clearly absolutely adored Valtteri but I also don't think they were particularly likely to have ever phoned each other outside of a work context. so there's lots of times where drivers can be profoundly fond of each other in a work context but have absolutely zero interaction outside of a paddock because they exist in one very specific shared space that's the garage or factory and then might as well be in alternate realities to each other, outside that.

but yeah, drivers are friends. Carlos and Dany are a good example of this; they were karting team mates and stayed friends even through the [gestures at 2017] and I have no idea what their actual shared hobbies or whatever are but they are, in a chilled out and low key way, genuinely good and longstanding friends.

at the other end of the spectrum we have Robin (Frijns) and Antonio (Felix da Costa) who I think have some sort of shared clinical condition where if they do not hang out with each other they will pine to death like lovesick golden retrievers. sometimes you just have That Friend and it helps if they're in the same industry as you so you can be a bit competitive - and also that Robin and Antonio know a lot of what each other's gone through and that can be an important and comfortable space to exist in.

so, yeah, lots of drivers are really, genuinely friends with each other. some of them are even actual besties - that doesn't stop them driving hard against each other (I mean, uh, jesus, have you seen W Series) but they do also genuinely become friends. most of their social circles will be either drivers or ex-drivers or people involved in the industry because it's hard for other people to understand their schedules and the demands on their time and stuff.

probably the most 'this is quite weird when you think about it' underrated driver friendship is Ollie Rowland and Sergey Sirotkin, who had some sort of 'I hate you so much we've become besties' experience in Formula Renault.

[dragonbugsuperior]

Adrien's Manipulation and How He Manipulates

As you can see, I have spoken about the things the ml writers have done and attempted to get away with however I never dug deep into how manipulative Adrien is and how he has manipulated people. I have provided real transcripts from the episodes. You can look it up yourself they're there for everyone to see.

In Malediktator (season 2, episode 24) Chloe threatens to leave Paris, Mr. Bourgeois gets akumatized into Maledikator; invested with absolute power, he wants to make his daughter's dreams come true so that she stays with him. In the episode, Chloe announces that she's leaving Paris to the entire school and the students are thrilled. They were celebrating the fact that their school bully was leaving Paris. Including Marinette, who was also relieved to know her bully/tormentor was leaving Paris. The same girl who's been bullying Marinette for years.

Here's some real transcripts from the actual episodes

Chloé: (from the helicopter, through megaphone) Hey there, losers! I'm headed to New York with my mom. (throws flyers) I'm leaving you all behind in your pathetic little school and your pathetic little city. Adieu!

(Marinette picks up a flyer showing Chloé in front of the Statue of Liberty.)

Nino: Chloé's leaving?

Nathaniel: Forever?

Marinette: Looks like it.

Alya: Yeah.

(Everyone jumps in the air out of happiness; confetti appears out of thin air and there are fireworks for no reason at all. Everyone, including Mr. Damocles, dances and parties.)

Marinette: Without Chloé around, Paris will be filled with a lot less negative emotion!

Tikki: And less akumatizations.

(Adrien walks up to Marinette from behind.)

Adrien: Hey, what’s going on here? What are we celebrating?

Marinette: Chloé’s gone! She’s moving to New York!

Adrien: Chloé left…? For good?

Marinette: (still excited, not realizing that Adrien is not sharing everyone else’s enthusiasm) Yeah! Isn’t it great?

Adrien: Uh… no. I think it’s terrible! How can you celebrate a thing like that?

There

There's the manipulation. Adrien guilts Marinette for being happy that her tormentor is gone. He guilts her for being relieved to know that her school bully is leaving Paris. Not only did he make Marinette feel guilty for feeling the way that she did. But the episode also deems Marinette as if she's selfish for feeling glad that Chloe is gone. While Adrien completely invalidates Marinette's feelings, and does not take into consideration that Chloe has bullied and made Marinette's life a living hell for years. Adrien knows Chloe has been bullying Marinette for years and instead of letting her feel happy that her bully is gone he guilts her and shames her saying that she shouldn't be celebrating something like that. Not contemplating the fact that Marinette has been bullied, shamed, taunted, and tormented for years. All because Chloe's his childhood friend and she was his only friend. He continues to support Chloe, and guit-trips Marinette for being happy that her life-long bully is finally leaving, because he doesn’t care about how Chloe torments everyone in the class or how she’s literally abusing Sabrina, all he cares about is how her leaving affects him.

In Glaciator Chat Noir imposes a date with Ladybug.

Transcript

Cat Noir: So, uh, Ladybug? What would you say if you and I met up tonight for a little dinner? Rooftop style?

Ladybug: For dinner? As superheroes?

Cat Noir: Well, uh, yeah. That's right. We're only together when we're saving Paris. I mean, wouldn't you actually like to get to know one another?

Ladybug: I... That's so thoughtful of you, but I can't. I have to, uh, I already have plans with some friends.

Bus driver: (steps out of the bus and shakes hands with Cat Noir) Thank you. (shakes Ladybug's hand) Thank you, Ladybug.

Cat Noir: Well, if your plans end early, come and join me.

Ladybug: We'll see.

Cat Noir: I'll be waiting, my lady.

(Ladybug uses her yo-yo and leaves. Cat Noir smiles at her for a moment before he leaves too)

Ladybug tells Chat Noir that she has plans with friends, Chat Noir still insists that she comes if her plans end early. Ladybug never says yes to him nor does she confirm she will show up while he says he'll be waiting.

Alya, Nino, Marinette, and Adrien were planning on having a date together, Adrien lies to his friends and tells them that his father said he couldn't go. Actively upsetting them and ruining their date, because 'Oh! Poor Adrien couldn't make it!. The thing is-

Adrien could have made it.

He himself, chose not to.

He didn't even inform his father about going out with friends.

Adrien never mentions going out with friends to Gabriel. He never tells Nathalie nor the Gorilla anything just so he could prepare a date with Ladybug, who also never confirmed she was going on the date.

[Next transcript is very important to read]

(Adrien sighs before he takes out his phone to text Nino. He then checks the time)

Nathalie: There's no point in waiting for your father, Adrien. He'll be eating in his office.

Adrien: (stands up from his chair, quietly angry) Then what's the point of keeping me here if he's never gonna show up, Nathalie? (walks away to go to his room)

Nathalie: Don't forget to practice your piano before you go to bed.

He doesn't tell Nathalie or Gabriel. He tells Nino that he won't be able to make it because his father wouldn't allow him to, yet Adrien didn't even see Gabriel because he was in his office the entire time.

Scene: Adrien's room.

Plagg: You could've at least grabbed the piece of Camembert on that platter!

Adrien: (tosses a piece of Camembert to Plagg and he catches it) Fuel up, Plagg. (He turns on some piano music from his phone. He then places the phone on top of the real piano) Adrien may not be allowed out of the house, but Cat Noir is!

Adrien's off to his date with Ladybug, which she never agreed that she would come, lying to his friends and telling them that his father wouldn't let him go out with them.

Plagg: You seem in a hurry to get stood up.

Adrien: She didn't say she wasn't coming.

Plagg: But she didn't say she was either!

This is also important to take in mind, it doesn't matter if she didn't say wasn't coming, she also didn't say she was coming like Plagg said. She told him she had plans with her friends.

Scene: Trocadéro. Marinette meets up with her friends

Marinette: Hey, Alya!

Alya: Hey, Marinette! (Both she and Marinette kisses each other's cheeks)

Marinette: Where's Adrien?

Alya: Don't get upset, okay? But Nino just got a text. Adrien's dad isn't letting him go out.

Again, Adrien tells Nino his dad won't let him go out. Lying and upsetting his friends, which automatically makes them feel bad because they're poor friend can't come out with them.

Marinette: Once again...

Nino: Yo, Marinette!

Ivan: What's up, M?

Mylène: How are you, Marinette?

Marinette: I'm fine. Thanks. Hehe. So, do you know where André is today?

Later in the episode, they have patrol

And this is what Chat Noir says to Ladybug

Ladybug: Hello, Kitty. Did the bad guys leave you cold?

Cat Noir: (harsh and enraged) How was your amazing evening with your "friends"?

(Ladybug looks confused at Cat Noir, shocked by her partner's harsh words. But she gasps when she hears Glaciator's voice.)

He gets passive aggressive and sarcastic with her. He's angry because she didn't show up to a date she never agreed to going on.

[Transcript]

Ladybug: Are you mad at me because I didn't show up?

Cat Noir: (furious) What do you think?

Ladybug: I didn't mean to hurt you.

(Glaciator jumps over them and continues walking. Ladybug and Cat Noir take shelter behind a car)

Cat Noir: And I also had a surprise for you, too!

Ladybug: I really am sorry.

Cat Noir: No... I'm the one who's sorry. Maybe another time.

Ladybug feels bad for not showing up. Ladybug shouldn't have to apologize for not showing up. She never agreed to going on the date and Chat Noir knows that. He knows she had plans with her friends and guilts her because apparently she didn't show up to a date she never intended on going on. While he was the one who gave her the cold shoulder the entire time they were fighting off Glaciator and acted like a 5 year old child.

The blatant manipulation

Chat Noir guilts Ladybug because she didn't show up to a date she never agreed that she would go on. Resulting in her feeling bad and apologizing to him as if she said she'll go. She never confirms she'll make it. She tells him she has plans with friends and they'll see. That doesn't equate to yes. Adrien lies to his friends and tells them he won't be able to make it because his father wouldn't let him go out, meanwhile Adrien never tells Gabriel anything about going out with friends.

In Syren

Adrien gets tired of all the secrets Ladybug had to keep from him and threatens to quit. Blackmailing Plagg threatening to quit as a superhero if Plagg doesn't tell him what secret Ladybug's been hiding from him.

[Transcript]

Adrien: (imitating Ladybug) Hey, Cat Noir, do you trust me? (as himself) Sure, Ladybug; do you trust me, too? (as Ladybug) Are you kidding? I will never trust you! Ha ha ha ha! (normally, to Plagg) You must know what Ladybug's hiding from me, Plagg.

Plagg: I'm just a kwami, Adrien, and we kwamis have a right to remain silent.

Adrien: Pity. (gets out his phone) Just when I was about to order you some very tasty cheese. Have you ever sampled La Trappe d'Échourgnac? It says here it tastes like walnuts.

Plagg: (swallows some Camembert) I can't be swayed, sorry.

He bribes Plagg with cheese to get information out of him about Ladybug

Cat Noir: Wait! Where're you going?

Ladybug: (hesitantly) I can't.

Cat Noir: (disappointedly) Say anything. Yeah, I know. But we are a team, aren't we? (turns away from Ladybug) I'm tired of all these secrets.

Ladybug: I'm sorry. It's not exactly easy for me either, trust me. (she leaps away while Cat Noir turns to see her leaving him)

(Cat Noir sits down on the roof to wait for Ladybug to return.)

He himself admits that he knows she can't tell him anything. He knows she's under restrictions and he pulls this.

Cat Noir: This is so dumb! (stands up) Claws in. (detransforms)

Plagg: (groans) What's taking her so long? (Adrien holds up his hands to Plagg, and starts to pull off his ring a little bit) Whoa, easy! W-What are you doing?!

Adrien: (grimly) If you don't tell me what Ladybug is hiding from me, I'm done!

Plagg: You can't do that!

Adrien: (bitterly) Why not? No one'll know if I quit. No one'll care!

Plagg: I will!

He blackmails Plagg, and threatens to let millions of people drown just because he wants to know a secret he isn't worthy of knowing.

[Transcript for Frozer]

In Frozer he gets rejected for the hundredth time

Ladyice: Cat Noir. We need to set up a trap for whoever turned the city into a giant ice rink. (throws yo-yo)

Icecat: (bitterly) My feline instincts prefer to track and observe before I attack. You go your way, I'll go mine.

Ladyice: Please don't tell me you're mad at me about the rose.

Icecat: There may be a certain chill now between us.

Ladyice: I get it, but we should really focus on saving Paris

Icecat: We don't always have to do everything together, after all. It's not like we're a couple. (skates away)

Ladyice: Cat Noir, don't get all pouty on me! (groans and takes off on her yo-yo)

(Ladyice and Icecat separately search for Frozer)

Icecat: (notices Frozer's skate marks on the ice) This way.

Ladyice: I need to set a trap, but what could I use as bait? (while Ladyice thinks, Frozer prepares to sneak up behind her, but Icecat spots him attempting to do so and pulls Ladyice out of harm's way)

Ladyice: Thanks, Kitty.

(Icecat winks)

Once again, he makes her feel guilty for turning him down for the millionth time in a row as if he doesn't know she's in love with someone else. Acting like an asshole the entire time they fight off Frozer.

In Copyat, Chat Noir arrives at a ceremony.

Scene: The Place des Vosges. The ceremony has just ended.

Cat Noir: These statues are amazing. One thing's slightly off though— I'm actually taller than Ladybug.

Théo: Ladybug didn't show up. I just wanted to express my adoration for her. Let her know that everything I had went into her statue. I'm sure if she took a little time to get to know me, she would see how much we have in common. Our devotion to the things we love.

Cat Noir: Hey, don't mean to burst your bubble, but you know, Ladybug and me, we're a thing, you know?

Théo: Really?

Cat Noir: Yeah, we're like this. (crosses his fingers)

Théo: (growls; walks away angrily) What does Ladybug see in him?

He lies to Theo about the relationship he has with Ladybug leaving Theo angry causing him to become akumatized.

Cat Noir: Better help the fellow out. His crush just got crushed. (under his breath, as he leaves) That makes two of us.

Théo: Ugh... What am I doing here? Ladybug?

Ladybug: I'm sorry I couldn't make it this morning, Théo.

Théo: Can you autograph it for me?

Ladybug: Of course I can! You've got some real artistry here. You've really captured my essence.

Théo: Thank you, Ladybug. And don't worry. I know about you and Cat Noir. It's okay.

Ladybug: Huh?

Ladybug is left to apologize to Theo and deal with the rest. Theo tells her not to worry, he knows about her and Chat Noir to which she reacts with utter confusion. Chat Noir lied to Theo, causing his akumatization not even facing consequences at the end nor apologizing to Theo, instead Marinette does all the work while being left confused.

Adrien is a lying, manipulative, and conniving person. He has manipulated his friends, Plagg, and Marinette. This is not okay

And the writers portray it to be while making Marinette look bad

[spookymultimedia]

Pieces of Angela

A oneshot fanfic of Angela and Andy reflecting on their past relationship

Takes place in the year gap at the end of season 6

       The Cornell welcome sign loomed in the distance behind rows of trees that were gray from the cold of November. It was fall break, so the area had very few students there. Angela sat in the driver's seat alone searching for a specific cafe she was supposed to meet Andy at. She had called him a couple weeks ago in the parking lot after a therapy session. "Hi. ." Her voice was quiet. There was a short pause, "Angela . . ? Why are you calling?"

            "I know it's been. . .a while."

"It's been months, nearly a year."

                        "I know, I just, I wanted to talk. How are you?" Angela slouched in her car seat and clenched her forearm. 

      "I'm- "He blinked. "I'm fine. I've been working as a teacher's assistant at Cornell. The Theatre Arts Course."

           "Oh. . .wow. That's great Andy."

"Why are you suddenly so interested. .I mean you didn't even stay after that Sweeney Todd show to say hi or anything."

         "I at least came. What did you expect?"

"I don't know. I didn't think you even cared. I never invited you personally to come to my play. Maybe you were just trying to look polite, because you're just so great at that."

      "Is that so bad-!" She stopped and took a deep breath. 

      "Seriously Angela, why are you calling? We're not even friends. I'm honestly surprised you kept my number." 

         "I've been thinking about when we were together."

"Angela I'm not interested in-."

      "No no no. That's not what I'm talking about. I'm engaged to Dwight."

    "Wow. . .really?" His voice grew softer. 

"Yeah. . . I just. I need to talk to you in person." There was a long pause between them.

"Can we meet sometime soon?"

        "Uh. . .sure."

So now here she was. At the center of Cornell University, looking for the Green Dragon Cafe. She spotted Andy waving outside a glass storefront. She parked and walked out. She was in a greyish blue cardigan and black shirt with her hair back in a braid. He was in a yellow theater shirt with an olive green jacket. "Hey." She smiled a little. 

"You look different." He opened the door for her. 

       "Do I?"

"I don't know. You just feel different, in a good way I mean. You seem happier?"

     She shrugged, "Yeah. I've been better. you seem happier too."

    He strolled inside the Cafe, "It's not exactly where I pictured myself to be, but, yeah. I'm happy."

They ordered their drinks and sat in a corner of the store. The two exchanged awkward glances as they sat across from each other.

  After a while she broke the ice and looked him in the eye, "I'm sorry." He widened his eyes at her and glanced away. He just sipped his tea, not saying a word. She slouched forward and rubbed her neck, "I'm sorry for everything, for lying to you. For hurting you-you have every right to be angry at me."

He looked down at the table quietly and made a small grimace. He nodded slowly. 

        "I was so bitter and selfish and destructive and I- I was" She borrowed her head in her hands. "I don't know what the hell I was thinking but all I know it was inexcusable to put you and Dwight through that stress."

      "Well. . Yeah. It wasn't all you, though."

"I was the source. Yeah, you put unnecessary pressure on me and Dwight shouldn't have had sex with me. . .but I shouldn't have led you on like that."

        "That is also true. All of it. I mean. I wasn't that innocent either."

       "Still. ." She drank some of her coffee and finally met his eyes. He stared before looking at his tea. 

                       "So you never actually loved me that way, did you?"

                     She sighed, "No,I don't think so. I don't think I fall in love easily. I don't usually feel romantically towards anyone, actually." 

           "Love's a bitch huh. There was this guy I met a month ago-."

        "You're gay?" She cocked her head with wide eyes, "I mean, not like there's anything wrong with that." She threw her hands up and smiled. "I mean, if you're gay then that's great. Seriously. Sorry, go on." She rested her chin on her hand. 

        "Well,I'm not sure if I'm gay. I do like women. I think people in general have lots of attractive traits and I do admit I find some men really really really.  . .hot. " He smirked and blushed. 

         She smiled, "But?"

"I donno, I met this guy and it was great. The dates were nice and he was a really good looker. But I couldn't feel a physical or emotional connection. I don't know if it's me being scared or if we were too different or if I'm not actually into men. But I like looking at men?? So." He shrugged. "I guess queer?? Omnisexual possibly."

        " Hm." She raised an eyebrow at the word omnisexual but nodded, "Well, it turns out I'm asexual. " She sipped her coffee. 

        "Honestly, I'm not surprised." 

      They drank in silence and glanced around. Their smiles disappeared. There was still tension looming in the air.

       "Why did you come here?" 

Her hand fidgeted at her sleeve, "Just to say sorry, honestly. I wasn't happy with how we left things and I don't think I could live with myself without telling you how sorry I am."

        He nodded, "What if I don't forgive you."

  "I wouldn't blame you. I have a hard time forgiving myself."

        "Do you think you're able to change?"

"I think so, but, I'm so bitter, and stubborn and I just, I always end up hurting people who get close to me. Even people I never wanted to hurt." She stared down at her ring. He scratched the back of his head, "Well, I used to be a very angry person."

        "Oh. oh yeah." She blinked and looked up at him. "You did have issues. Huh, I forgot about that." 

        "I still get angry. But I don't break things anymore, not as much as I used to anyway. I deal with my feelings in a more healthy way now. I definitely feel more control over my anger. Have you considered therapy?"

         "That's actually why I'm here."

"Oh, that's great." He smiled a bit.

    "I think I have this tendency to get scared of good things and I don't believe people are honest when they say nice things."

He listened quietly and sipped his tea, nodding to hear more.

          "I felt like I didn't deserve any of Dwight's love, which sounds pretty stupid now that I'm saying it. There's nothing I can really do to earn it he- he just loves me. And I just can't seem to escape it. I'm.  . .trapped in a way." She smiled and rubbed her eyes trying not to cry in public. 

           "Wow. . ." He breathed out. He smiled a little more. "So . . I . .I heard about that senator."

    Her face scrunched up and she hid in her hands. "Yep."

 "It wasn't-, it wasn't pretty."

           "You didn't love him either?"

"No, not at all. Fuck. That was the lowest I've ever been in my life." She bawled up her hand and took a deep breath before setting her hand down.

     "Do you want to talk about it?"

"I don't know, I don't want to explain to you how sad and miserable my life was so you can pity me. You don't need to forgive me just because I felt like shit and sabatoched all my relationships. "

       " Well, I'm curious, sue me. I want to know the real authentic Angela." He sipped the last of his tea. "Would it help it, if I tell you that I'm still angry at you and will probably feel that way for a while." She huffed out a small laugh. 

          "A little bit." 

"Does talking about it help you?"

She nodded, "yea. It really does." 

      "Now give me a story. You owe me."

                  She sighed. "It was so exhausting. I really wasn't happy, I was unhealthy and scared of myself and didn't know who I was and just wanted to hide. It's horrible but. . .the time I spent with Dwight then was the only breath of air I had."

      "Again??" 

"I know." She rubbed her eyes. "He was the father actually."

    "Jesus Angela." He shook his head.

"I know." She rubbed at her arm. "When I was living with the Senator, in my mind I was screaming but no one could hear it. Sometimes we would argue and it was just-" She shook her head, "I was just tired."

    "At least it's better now."

"Yeah." She smiled warmly "I don't know how to explain it but Dwight made me feel more alive than the Senator ever could. I really do feel like I'm becoming a better person. . I hope I am."

       He nodded "I think you can be." He glanced at the time, "I should really go."

"Okay, oh, I almost forgot. I wanted to give you this. I feel like you deserve it." She pulled a cassette tape out of her purse. "It's a recording of my middle middle performance of Annie."

     "You. . ." Now his eyes were really big.

"Yes." She smiled and nodded. She laughed softly and looked away. "Yeah I was a theater kid." 

    "No way. . .I- wow. You never told me."

 "Nope. . . .and I think your Sweeney Todd performance was wonderful. I'm sorry I didn't say anything." She sighed and smiled. Her shoulders were much more relaxed. She walked out with him.

      "Well, now I know everything. It was surprisingly nice to see you." He smiled, " So long Angela. Thank you." He said with a smile.

           "No, thank you Andy. Goodbye." She went to her car and drove home. They never spoke again after that. 

      Andy settled into his chair after putting into the TV. He still could not fathom Angela in a play. . .let alone a musical. The screen was blue, loading the tape before it went to a static streak of white lines slowly revealing a shaky camera angle of two blond girls in rag clothes onstage. He smiled. He assumed that was her sister. The tape showed a series of moments and songs that all featured Angela. He couldn't help but hum to them.

     She was right, he was so happy to see this side of her that was hidden away. None of it was necessary but it felt good to really know her more. When the tape finished he went to bed feeling a sense of hope and kindness for himself. 

[tsuki-sennin]

Revice, 36! General consensus seems to be that Revice is losing steam, and that might be the case, but I'm still having a great time.

I will say though. I follow Kinoshita-sensei on Twitter and he said that he loves Daiji. I do too! So, uh... when are you gonna show it?

Spoilers, I guess...

-Aaaah, Dai-chan at the vaccination office.

-...I sure hope Kinoshita's not trying to insinuate anything with these

-Taking out all the demons.

-Hey there, Tamaki-kun! My man's about to put his life on the line.

-Hana Natsuki's

-Hey, you didn't have to do that for Hana, what gives man?

-Oh great, we're hunkering down for an all out demon war. The commute must be terrible now.

-Ararat... that's a volcano in the far-eastern end of Turkey.

-Taking out demon

-Oh yeah, the Urban Development people who tried to kick your family business off of what I assume is your land? I forgot about those guys.

-Seems like these old folk are treating this like any regular disaster.

-Oh hi George, you're here! New roomie?

-Remember how sinister George was early in the season, with him treating Hiromi like crap and knowing basically everything? Good times, huh?

-Ah, yep. The public refuses to acknowledge how immense a threat a literal demon god is and goes about their business as usual.

-Oh hi, Vail.

-"Quit stalking my dad, asshole!"

-Man, we get so much great Sakura content, but at the cost of my boy Daiji... my monkey's paw gave me what I wanted, I guess. Sorry?

-Oh, good job Tamaki. That was a great tackle, but I don't think charging the all-powerful demon guy was a good idea.

-"Your Dad for your girlfriend's simp."

-Man.

-"THEY TOOK MY FEEBLE BOY"

-Wow, Genta. Your resolve is intense. Here I thought you being gone would've made you become underdeveloped, but the Vail shorts made me cry a fair bit.

-Speaking of underdeveloped... Oh hi, Hikaru, didn't see you there~!

-Wooooooow, they just let him get kidnapped.

-A whole GPS system!

-...wait, if Tamaki HAD the Driver on him, surely Vail would've noticed it on his person when he took him, right? Is it like super compressed or something? Did he shove it up his ass or something?

-I admire your resolve, but this plan is really stupid. And I saw Daiji's plan last episode!

-"C'mon Dad, let us take care of it.

-HIS HEART D:

-Damn.

-"Hell is coming. And that makes me a very happy chappy >:3"

-Eeeeeeew, he's pulsating.

-OOHHHHHHHHHHH THAT'S WHY THEY'RE TAKING THE DEMONS

-Fuck, dude.

-Man, even these normal-ass Gifu Juniors are giving Dai-chan the wringer.

-Ooooooh, there's Akemi-san. ...or perhaps Giffdemos, as this form of her is apparently called.

-Oh, epic, Bracchio Genomes.

-Aaaaand, right to Thunder Gale!

-Yeeeeah, get 'em Tamaki!

-Ohhhhhh, the Gifterians are upgraded.

-Free her!

-...ohhhhh, it seems to be temporary.

-"Using Gifu's power to destroy Gifu himself."

-"I'm gonna murder your sister so hard, it'll make them

-Ooooooh, there's Tamaki-kun!

-...it's not gonna work, is it?

-Smile, smile!

-HE TOOK THE VISTAMP

-AND HE'S GOT OOO POWER NOW

-"Just another toy for the catalogue."

-Aaaaaaand, there she is. Hana Natsuki, our latest Kamen Rider.

-Weekend Driver!

-Slayin' with Queen Bee once again!

-Subvert Up!

-Wow! Just believe in myself! Kamen Rider Aguilera!

-Guess she's accepting both names. Good for her, to be honest.

-I've seen a lot of division over Aguilera's suit. That division is bullshit, because this design slaps so hard. I love how it has mostly the same colors as Queen Bee Phase 3, and the metallic look is fantastic...

-Oh wow, she actually did it. She handed his ass right to him.

-"Oh epic! A second lady Rider!"

-...heeeeeeey, Tasuke-san, Masumi Hakase, you're gonna let Tamaki become Kamen Rider Julio, right?

-"I remade this for you. You were a pretty awesome Queen of Evil, but you've definitely "

-"Aguilera needs a place to call home too, doesn't she?" Oooooooooh, my heart.

-Is she dual wielding kunai? Is she some kind of wasp ninja?

-Yep, seeing her in action solidified this to me. I love this goddamn look.

-Kamen Rider Aguilera. Come get some.

-Jesus Christ, Hana, what do they feed you at Weekend?

-Yeah, that was pretty satisfying. It definitely didn't make as much sense as it probably should've, Tamaki got cucked real hard, and Daiji's really pushing the limits of "secondary" into "tertiary", but... yeah, I'm okay with this.

-Oh man, the women in this show are really killing us.

-Hey, Dai-chan? You did a good job today! Even if you're getting sidelined so hard, you're still a really cool guy, and I'd love to be there for the end of your arc. :)

-OH FUCK

-THEY WHOOPED HIS ASS

-HE NEEDS SOME MILK

-"Good job, Daiji-kun. Now they're afwaid of Gifu-sama >:3"

-Good job, Hana-chan! Tamaki-kun too~!

-Let. (*clap*) Tamaki. (*clap*) Be. (*clap*) Strong. (*clap*)

-"I'm dying. Please. Follow me for your Vistamp treatment. I promise I won't die on the way in."

-Yep, there it is. The Queen Bee. Just two left until... presumably armageddon.

-Save Akemi-san!

-Man... I sure hope Kagerou comes back soon, I wanna see Dai-chan go apeshit to protect all of humanity. That'd make aaaall of this somewhat worth it.

-...hopefully Hiromi comes back in due time too.

[themidnightfarmer]

Papa don’t preach || Deirdre & Jared

Timing: Before the end of the party.

Location: The store/ Jareds farm/ middle of town (they wander)

Tagging: @deathduty & @themidnightfarmer

Description: Jared picks up an initially reluctant Deirdre for a good time!

Triggers: Mind alteration tw, injury tw, 

After the first night perhaps Jared had gotten a little carried away. But from his point of view what was the harm in keeping the party going as long as he possibly could. He’d never had this much of a good time during mushroom season, he’d really been missing out on just how good it felt to be free. With a growing mass of fae and enthusiastic ‘vicious’ type people back at the farm to take care of, Jared had made a trek out to the store to stock up. Load after load of juice, and alcohol, and food were being pushed into the bed of his truck when he felt eyes on him. Feeling that tingling in his fingertips he recognised this as what Lydia had described as sensing another fae. He smiled widely at the onlooker and waved a hand “You feeling like a party? Got a rager going on at my place.”

Deirdre was itching for a party, her body burned for it. She resisted the call the best she could, but the more she thought about the mushrooms, the more she wanted what they offered. Who was she kidding, anyway? She had always been terrible at resisting the pull of things; love, death, mushrooms. She burned her gaze into every fae she came across, the unspoken question of mushrooms hanging between them. Today, it happened to be some poor tall blonde man. “Fuck,” she hissed, “yes. I thought you’d never ask. I’ve been waiting for someone to ask. I just need someone to ask.” She twitched, bouncing with energy. Her mind screamed its arguments. This was wrong. What if there were mushrooms at this party? She said she would be avoiding those. She told Morgan she would. “Can I tag along?” She pointed to the truck, “I could use a good party really bad right now. I have all this energy from the---” she gestured wildly, “you know what. I’ve been trying not to step in one but---” She coughed, “just, yeah. I could use a party right now.”  

“Well, I’m asking bud!” Jared grinned at her. He closes up the bed of the truck and hits the metal. “Hop in, you can absolutely tag along.” His mood lifted even further when she implied what had given him joy these last few days. “Too late for me on theta front.” He told her holding the passenger door open for her to get in. “Have one next to the first barn on my farm. It just popped up this year with no warning. Never has before. But I guess with more and more like us in the area it’s likely it felt the need to be more liberal this season.” Almost skipping around to the drivers side he hopped in and smiled again turning the engine on and taking off. “I’m Jared, your host for the evening. Who’re you?”

Deirdre settled into his truck with excitement. It wasn’t until she was already buckled in that his comment about the mushrooms hit her. Oh no. Oh no, this was bad. She should stop. She should get out and-- “Mushrooms!” She cheered, “I knew I could count on you to have the good stuff, stranger. I love you. You’re my new best friend. I’m going to make a human get a tattoo of your face to show how much I love you.” She grinned madly, kicking her feet up on the dashboard. “Deirdre,” she introduced herself casually, “nice to meet you, Jared. I can’t believe you live on a farm. I grew up on one. I miss it.” She turned to him, “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun, you and me. I know it. I promise it.”  

Not quite sure what to make of her comment about a tattoo his only comment was “If you do make sure it’s by Luce Vural.” The drive would take them out of town and then down the long dirt track to the outer gates of his land, so they had time to chat a little. “My farm isn’t like one you likely grew up on. Got a greenhouse, but I don’t really grow any crops. My livestock aren’t all that friendly either. Only bit that might be similar to a real farm is the horses. Got two working and one rescue. They’re real saviours of the place let me tell you.” The promise caught the nymph off guard and he blinked. “You promise? That’s wild, but you know-” he cut himself off and let the haze of excitement wash over him and chase away the worry. “Sounds rad. The others should all still be going strong in the barn.” Pulling up to the farm he delighted in pointing out the ring, visible from the spot he was parking in front of the house. And then gesturing to the rowdy group tucked away in the barn. “I’m adopting every last one of you guys into the family. I’m going to take good care of you, you’re going to have a fucking great season.” He enthused jumping out to unload the truck.

“No farm is like the one I grew up on,” Deirdre sighed, staring out at the landscape rushing past them. For a moment, she seemed to sober and remember that this was a bad idea. In another, she grew more excited for the planned party ahead. “I like horses,” she said absently, forgetting herself. When they finally reached Jared’s farm, she was happy to hop out and survey the land. So there was the barn, and there was the beautiful, beautiful ring--practically aglow against the grass. “Yeah, that sounds great and---I’m sorry, excuse me?” She snapped her attention to Jared, confused, “you’re going to do what? Adopt us? I’m sorry that---what? Adopt!?” He must have misspoke. Deirdre shook her head, remembered the mushrooms she was soon to be reunited with, and tried to help Jared unload. “You can’t adopt other fae...we’re technically already family.” 

“No farm is like mine either! Maybe not in set up but it’s one of a kind I'd think.” Jared laughed heartily, not really picking up on her mood, he was too in his own head about having potentially just found a fae that felt similar to his kids. Of course he was not a nymph of vicious fae, so any feeling he had was all down to the mushrooms, but in his mind he was really developing since he had stepped into that circle. Unloading the soda from the back of the truck Jared beamed. “Yeah adopt, or rescue like I do with my kids. You’ll all be safe to have a good time here is what I mean.” Had he been clear minded he would have been able to hear how weird that sounded, but as it stood he just laughed. “Well, no adoption required then, you’re already part of the family. Welcome to the farm.” On those words it was as if the spell on the fae and humans in the barn had been broken, the people started to spill out towards the bonfire again, and the music got louder. “This season is my first, I plan on doing it properly.” Jared admitted before nudging Deirdre towards the ring. “Come on, lets both do it right?!”

"Like you do with your—you have kids?" Deirdre watched Jared curiously, she hoped she might find some answer in the way he moved or the expression on his face. But he was serious. He wanted a family. "Uh huh…" Then she watched humans and fae pool out of his barn, moving their party across the pasture, towards a bonfire. Even as far as Fairy Ring parties went, this was impressive. She whistled under her breath, "you're doing good for yourself, Jared." And then there was the mushrooms. Deirdre froze, staring down at the ring. It wanted her, it called for her, she could feel Jared urging her and the other fae ready to welcome her in. But she didn't want this. She told Morgan she wouldn't, she told Morgan there would be more time and she—Deirdre's hand snapped out and she gripped Jared tightly. "I-I can't—" She started to cry, trembling wildly as she poured the last of herself into resisting. "Please, I don't want to—I don't—" She was begging nonsensically, pleading with herself and the mushrooms. Then she stepped forward. The mushrooms had won, and her tears dried against her face. She turned to Jared and grinned wide, "let's fucking party!" 

“My animals are my kids usually. I love every single one of them.” He told her with a beaming smile. “But lately people have been coming to stay and I can’t say I don’t like it an awful lot as well.” Dropping off the last box of chips Jared was startled out of his action by the woman grabbing his arm tight. He was almost shaken out of his daze by the tears in her eyes and the tone of her voice. What was wrong with the circle? Was there something he’d missed? Was he putting all his new family at risk being around it? But the moment seemed to pass as quickly as it started -if only to Jareds addled brain. His arm followed her as she took that one step needed to be in the circle. And then as if by magic, her fear was gone, the entire tone of her being had shifted into what it had been before. An excitement at the prospect of a party and not...whatever that had just been. Ignoring what had just happened wouldn’t have worked if he’d been more sober, but as it was, he took her hand and started to pull her towards the party. “Lets dance!” 

Jared was Deirdre’s bestest friend ever. Nevermind that they’d just met, and that she knew nothing about him other than the fact he was fae, blonde, tall, owned a farm and said strange things about family. It didn’t matter. Because he was one with the mushrooms too, just like Deirdre was. The banshee pulled off her shirt and tossed it aside, running towards the party with Jared. “I love you, Jared!” She screeched, maintaining a safe volume, but by a slim margin. “You’re like the best. I heard it from the shrooms. They said it!” The mushrooms welcomed Deirdre happily, just like the party. And she whooped and hollered and danced like she was born to do it. “Why aren’t you getting naked?” She asked her new best-friend forever.  

His responsible act was finished as soon as Deidre had changed her tune about the whole situation. She ran and laughed and started to take off her clothes and Jared remembered just how much he HATED wearing any. Stupid human laws about indecency, everyone used to be naked millions of years ago. Stupid humans had it all wrong. Running after her towards the crowd at the bonfire Jared pulled his shirt over his head and stumbled, falling and rolling trying to get his shoes off. He bounced up as soon as they were gone and he laughed, why on earth had he even gone for snacks and soda. Someone else should have gone, one of the humans who hadn’t had the urge to be rid of the barriers between them and nature. He reached Deirdre and grinned, weaving through the crowd of fae and humans alike to turn up the music. He offered her a hand. “Lets dance!”

Deirdre danced wildly, taking Jared’s hands and spinning around him, spinning him around her--there was a lot of spinning. So much so that at the end of it, the sky suddenly became the ground...or she’d simply fallen over and forgotten which way was up and which was down. Deirdre hopped back to her feet. “We should get louder!” She yelled to Jared, “the mushrooms like it when we’re loud! I can scream? Should I scream?” She wasn’t sure how long they’d been dancing, or how much longer they’d keep dancing. But it didn’t matter much to her, she would have stayed there all day. She was, after all, Jared’s family. And, weirdly, adopted by him? She hadn’t worked that one out yet. “Do we have to call you daddy?” She asked quietly, thinking about it more, “because that feels a little weird.” 

Jared had grown dizzy as well, and hadn’t been able to catch her when she’s fallen. But the grass in the pasture was thick, and hadn’t been too badly trampled yet by the party goers so she at least had a soft landing. Time seemed to be of no concern to almost everyone on the farm, even the host himself couldn’t tell anyone how long it had been from moment to moment, he only noted the sunrise and fall...and that was only if he looked up. “Scream away!” The nymph told her laughing, not having picked up on what kind of fae she was at all. It seemed like an innocent question to him. He wanted all his vicious kids to have whatever their hearts desired. “Daddy?” he giggled, and then snorted and then giggled again. “Yeah totally.” she didn’t have to, no one had to. But the idea caught him and he couldn’t keep himself in line. “Look at me, I’m your daddy now.” he said. If he remembered this when he was sober, the regret would set in for sure. But that was sober Jareds problem now.

It was weird. Even through the fog of mushrooms, Deirdre knew that. But this was Jared’s farm and if he wanted to adopt everyone, then that wasn’t a concern of hers. She looked at him as he commanded and giggled. “Sure thing, daddy!” Weirdness aside, Jared was her new best friend forever and she wasn’t going to let any weird names squander that. “So cover your ears!” She aimed up at the sky and let out a scream, and then another, timing the sounds to the beat of the mushrooms in her head. She turned to him with a grin, allowing the party sounds to swell louder around her. They all needed to scream, even if they couldn’t do it like her. “How was that, daddy?” 

He’d gotten the giggles, and when she actually bought into the joke Jared was sent into another round of them. This was however halted abruptly when she screamed. The shock sent out like a wave through the party. Everyone one by one covered their ears, although as soon as she was finished it didn’t take long for things to start back up again. The magic of mushroom season and a sprinkling of stray sod. “Holy heck that was wild, banshee? Never met a banshee!” He had all sorts of questions for her, but they were cut short by the sirens. Seemed the party had reached a loud enough state to warrant a nearby neighbour some grief that they’d never had before from Jared. And the scream had upped the stakes. The nymph blinked and just looked on as the cop car rolled up. The only rational part of his brain managing to have him reach for pants. “Can I help you officers?” he asked, trying to act cool, but his mind was still reeling. 

“Are you the property owner?” the cop asked looking at the crowd of people and then at Deirdre. “What’s going on here?”

Deirdre scrambled for her shirt--humans were so weird about toplessness--except she couldn’t find it, so she had to take one off another party goer and slip it on. She beamed at the cops, sliding up beside Jared. “Just a party,” she nodded, putting on her best ‘boring’ voice---humans liked that too. They wouldn’t take well to the giggling and the jumping about. “You know--” she nudged Jared, “I think I saw some drugs over there.” She pointed towards the mushroom ring, “not ours, obviously! But it’s weird that it’s just sitting there, right? You should come with us to check it out.” She tried to wink at Jared, but might just have been blinking oddly at him. The two officers looked at each other and sighed. Eventually, she managed to get an ‘okay’ out of one and a ‘sure, show us’ from the other. “Lead the way Dad---Jare!” She laughed and nudged Jared again. This was his farm, and he should get the honors of binding the two officers to the ring. 

The nymph was glad that Dierdre stepped forward with him. His head wasn’t quite screwed on tight enough for dealing with the law. He tried to avoid dealing with the law altogether if he could help it….unless it was his new friend Roland. That guy was cool. This train of thought had Jared mumbling about baby sharks before he was snapped back to the present by an elbow. A smile came over his face once again and he followed her lead. “No no drugs at this party no way no how unless someone else came with some.” He agreed before moving out of the way of the officers so that they could come further onto the property. Jared knew however -with a growing relief- that the officers would never make it to the ring. The stray sod had been spreading for days, the whole field was riddled with the stuff. They were going to lose all sense of what they’d come for in five, four, three- Jared bit his lip when the looks on the officers faces shifted. That was them, they were theirs now. They stopped moving and he took the closest officer's hand. “Here for the party right bud?” He said in a confident tone. He glanced at Deirdre and jerked his head. “Come on bud, let's get you a drink and maybe some face paint.” He handed the officers off to another partygoer and turned to Deirdre with a booming laugh. He glanced at the cop car sitting in the gateway and smirked at her. “Wanna do some doughnuts in town?”

Deirdre hadn't even noticed the stray sod, if she did, she might have said that was her ingenious plan instead. Getting officers into fairy rings could be a real pain in the ass, there were some promises they had to establish first to make sure they didn't blab, and an ever growing list of things they needed to double and triple check. It could be more tedious than it was fun. But stray sod was always fun. They hadn't even made it more than halfway there when confusion sank into their faces. She could imagine their thoughts scrambling around, where were they? How did they get there? Where did they want to go again, and which way was it? Once Jared led her away, Deirdre broke out into raucous laughter. "That was good!" And then she looked to the car, conveniently left on with the keys in the ignition. It was careless of them in retrospect, but Deirdre was sure they didn't expect anyone to be slipping past them and into their car. "Hell yeah!" She nudged Jared along, slipping into the passenger seat. "You drive because I'm bad at it!" She called out to him, happily tapping her fingers along the dashboard. All of this started with a car ride, all of this could end nicely with one too—not that she wanted it to end. 

With someone alongside him to urge him on in his whims, Jared had no way of stopping the mess that was likely to be the joyride through town. Whilst he’d felt himself sober enough to drive to get supplies earlier in the day, it had been a good while now dancing and passing through the mushroom circle earlier again hadn’t helped. His mind was full of fluff, and his heart was longing to keep having fun with his new friend. She was everything he didn’t know he’d been missing to the party and now that she was here he wanted to do even more than he had before. Into the driving seat and Jared flipped on all the sirens and he pulled the plug on the police radio so that they wouldn’t have the music blasting from the speakers interrupted by useless petty crime notifications. They were off. The drive down the first path was long but at speed it didn’t take long enough to notice. He drove straight into down and directly to the last location he knew there’d been a vehicle hijacking. His own tractor that time, but this time -as he pulled the handbrake and the car began to swing around, burning rubber in the desired doughnut shape- he called out “no moose statue to hit anymore!”

“DADDY JARED IS THE BEST!!” Deirdre screeched out the open car window. She wasn’t sure who she was talking to, or why she felt the need to say it, but it was true and of that she didn’t argue. She didn’t quite understand what was going on, but she hadn’t really understood all night. First she was at a store, then she was in a truck, then she was topless and now she was in another vehicle. The only thing that mattered was the mushrooms, and her new best friend---daddy---Jared. Then they were spinning, the sound of screeching rubber against the asphalt cutting across the air. “What?” She turned to Jared, “what was that about a moose statue?” She didn’t know what moose had to do with mushrooms, or with theft, but who was she to argue with Jared. "This is fun!" She yelled at him, until her eyes flickered to the clock. It was late, when had it gotten so late? Morgan would worry. And then there was the mushrooms, how had she allowed herself to get inside the fairy ring? Morgan would be mad. Deirdre frowned, and did what any sensible woman would do in her position: jumped out of the spinning car. She rolled across the asphalt, paying no mind to her cuts and scrapes. "I need to go home!" She told Jared, stepping back from the car. "I parked nearby! I'll just drive back!" 

One moment she was beside him screaming and laughing and the next she was gone. All Jared had done was blink, and then she’d vanished. He halted the cop car as fast as he could but his reaction times were just not with him that well. By the time he’d slowed to a stop she was on her feet and walked backwards away from him. He didn’t quite understand why she wanted to leave all of a sudden but if she is leaving his top priority was to go back to the party and find something fun to do. He raised a hand and gave her a beaming smile. “NICE MEETING YOU.” he called, and because of the mushroom daze he was in he didn’t give her any more thought. She was leaving and that meant he had to find a new person to have fun with. He drove home for that very reason, not looking back.

[jinxthequeergirl]

Unseen Things

Steve harrington x reader (pt.1 ch.2)

Summary: you spend Halloween with your friends trick or treating but before hand hopper attempts to get you to go to the party he knows is being thrown in hopes to get you to "get out there more" all while you deal with another horrorish vision

Unseen things playlist: season of the witch

Warning: swearing

So I meantioned somewhere that as the reader your ability are very much like jamie Lloyds in Halloween 4&5 so there will be a lot of refrences to the movies

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 You, for the most part keeper to yourself at school. You did hang out with jonathan but lately he's been hanging out with Nancy. 

   You had nothing against her you just didn't get along. So you kept to yourself as soon as You hopped out of the car. 

Nancy stopped walking alongside johnathan momentarily before quickly coming back. 

She looked at an orange flyer she had graves before hastily handing it to him. 

 "What's this?" 

"You are coming...you can bring y/n!" 

He rolled his eyes and handed it back. "No way neither of is Are party people." 

   "You could be! You just aren't trying!....it'll be fun." 

He hummed in response as they stopped at her locker. "C'mon what are you two doing tonight?" 

"Taking will and the bits trick r' treating." 

  "And you'll be home by eight and watch a video." She said boredly. 

  "Sound perfect to me." She judged and opened her mouth to say something but stopped when Steve ran around the corner and scooped her up. 

   Johnathan was heading down the hall when you stopping him. "Hey hopper." steve said upon seeing you. You sneered. "Harrington." You replied annoyed before turning on your heel to follow Johnathan down the hall to ask your question. 

   Since you came to town and made the deal to go to school Steve harrington was always your worst enemy. 

Even in sixth grade he picked on you. Though he wasn't as mean to you or johnathan this year,He was seemingly making an effort, he dropped Carol and Tommy H, actually seemed to care about school and made some effort in class But he needed to if he wanted to stay on the basketball team.

   You didn't hate him as much this year, it was nice to not worry about something like that any more. 

    "Drop me off at the General store, I need to grab something." 

"Need me to wait?" he asked pulling up on the curb. "Nah I'll see you at five!" 

"You sure?" 

"Positive! Go home I'm sure Bob is dying to see his favorite boy!" He rolled his eyes. "Five on the dot." You waved as he drove off and quickly headed into the store. 

"The poster about costumes true?" 

Joyce turned around to face you with a smile. "Y/n! Where is johnathan." 

   "I told him to go home I can walk from here, just need to pick up a costume." 

She nodded and came around the front of the counter. "What for?"

You followed along side her as she leads you through the store. 

   "Will asked if I would dress up with him and the bits tonight." 

"Oh of course."She said finally stopping in the Halloween section. The bell at the front of the store chimed. 

"Joyce? You here?" 

"Yea, hop we're over here!" Hopper was quick to make an allegiance. "Hey kid! Picking a costume for that party tonight?" 

You snorted. "No, and why do you know about that?" He pulled a flyer from his pocket. "Small town." you rolled your eyes and started looking through the rack of costumes. "She's getting something to go out with will and the bits tonight." Joyce replied following your lead looking at costumes and admiring a few, mentally taking note of ones you might like. 

   "Really? Johnathan is gonna be there-" 

"Johnathan is my friend I'm not abandoning him to go to some party, so no before you even ask." 

   "C'mon get out there! Have fun with kids your age!"

"I'm fun! And kids my age are absolute morons!" Joyce looked at hopper with a slight nod. 

  "Listen I just want you to feel normal!" 

"I do feel normal,hop!" 

You stopped sliding costumes back and forth for a moment to face him. "If I didn't...I don't think a party with people I don't like would change that." 

He sighed and looked down. "Think about it? Could be fun? Bring Jonathan." you sighed and smiled. 

   "Sure ok." He smiled and took Joyce aside leaving you alone in the isle. You shuffled back and forth between two costumes stopping on a clown one, it was red and white, and came with a little silver domino mask with a red nose attached to it. 

You pulled it from the rack and  You held the costume up to you body looking at yourself in the reflection of the mirror that hung there, and smiled. You looked down folding it over your in your arms.   You glanced up at yourself in the mirror one last time and froze dead in your tracks noticing you where no longer in the costume isle. 

   Instead you stood outside the Arcade, the sky was black but flashed with red lightning and little partials floated around you. "Fuck…" your breathing picked up as you looked around. 

"Fuck!" you turned on your heels to face the building spotting will standing outside staring up at the sky. 

  "Will!?...Will!" you ran to him and grabbed his shoulders shaking him. 

"Will what the hell is happening?...WILL!" 

You desperately searched his face for any sign he Might see you. 

You finally realized he hadn't stopped staring at the sky and slowly followed his gaze. Your eyes widened in horror as Your eyes met with the large shadow figure in the sky. 

You let out a scream and fell back. Suddenly everything was normal again But You were screaming on the floor of the store glass from the mirror behind you surrounding you. 

"Y/n!?" Joyce ran to you and fell to her knees. "What happened? Y/n What happened!?" you only looked at her and cried and pushed back your hair. "I..I..don't know...know!" 

She looked at you worried and grabbed your other hand. "Your bleeding, come on." she helped you up and lead you out of the isle. 

     You sat in the passenger seat of her car waiting for her to come back out. "How are you feeling?" Joyce asked opening the door and sitting in the driver's seat.  "Better…" you mumbled. She sighed before handing you a bag. "I wasn't sure if this is the one you wanted or not…" you took it gingerly and looked through it pulling out the clown costume. 

"Thanks…" 

"Of course...you want me to drop you home or-" 

"Home is fine." she nodded and started driving. "So what was that about?" 

You leaned against the window and looked out. "I dunno ...A panic attack?" you lied. "Have you been having them often?" You swallowed. "On...on and off." 

Joyce glanced over at you concerned before pulling into the traitor park. 

"I'll see you at five ok?" 

Joyce nodded as you hopped out of the car and hurried up the steps to your house. You waved one last time before going into the house. You sighed and leaned against the door. "I'm losing Goddamn mind!" You slid down to the floor and sat there for a moment.  

     Five was quickly approaching so after a nap and shower, You slid into your costume, grabbed some spare clothes and headed over to the Byers.

   "Happy halloween!!" you yelled as you stepped inside. "Y/n! You got a costume!" 

"Of course! I didn't want to be left out." you said ruffling his hair. "Although Your mom really outdid herself with your costume!" 

He laughed. "So we pick up the other kids and we head out! To the good neighborhood!" you said the last part more to will, the other three members in the house. Joyce smiled and Bob came from the kitchen. "Hey, Y/n How are you feeling?" 

   "You told him?" you asked Joyce slightly offended.  "Kinda…" you sighed. 

"I feel better just a little...panic attack…" 

   "You should really go see a doctor about that stuff." you smiled. "I'll get right on that…" you muttered before johnathan came out. "Really?" 

"The not asked me too!" you defend yourself against jonathan. He rolled his eyes with a smile and headed for the door. You wrapped an arm around will and started leaving. 

   "Have fun and be safe! And one of you stay with them No matter what!" 

You nodded and headed out the door quickly. 

   "Ok will top three candies go!" you said turning around in your seat to face him in the back. "Uh Reeses pieces ...Charleston chews and-" You stopped him. "Wait ok ok ...Fun Dip?" you guessed.  He only smiled and nodded as jouhnathan pulled up outside the Wheelers.

You went on like that with all the boys who piled into the back of the car. "Where are we even going?" Dustin asked from behind you as you directed johnathan through a street.

"Someone who used to babysit me lives in this really lavish neighborhood where they give the biggest candy bar's you have ever seen!"

All the boys made excited cheers and chatter as you finally told johnathan to pull up along side a curb. The boys quickly piled out of the car and started down the street.

"Hey dipshits! Wait up!" you and johnathan quickly hopped out and hurried after them.

[bitchfromtheseventhhell]

I don't even ship J x D but the modern AU with dragons as kids and Jon as the teacher is just so LOL I love it. Like what if they had a hot steamy hook up in a bar and then the next day is the the triplets first day at school and surprise! Jon is their teacher. And J&D are all well we should call it off because this is frowned upon and inappropriate but they keep bantering and eye flirting until the ~~sexual tension ~~ is too much and sex happens. Aaahhhh IDEK what this is bt I ship it now lmao

so i know you didn’t send this as a fic prompt but my hand slipped

she’s never been allowed to be irresponsible.  not ever.  it comes from being a mother, from being the only person responsible for her children, from every single piece that has fallen into place over the course of her life.

and when irri and jhiqui are out celebrating their anniversary two nights before the triplets are supposed to start first grade, dany calls missandei and begs her for babysitting and signs herself up to be the designated driver for the night.

she’s not the irresponsible one.  she’s the momfriend, and irri and jhiqui get very drunk and start shouting obsceneties at the rugby match that they are watching while dany keeps an eye on her phone.  the triplets like missandei, and god knows missandei has gained the experience necessary to handle their shenanigans over the course of the years, but that doesn’t mean she’s not half expecting the house to explode because drogon is a little too fond of just…poking things to see how they work.

there’s a group of rather rowdy men at the table next to them, all wearing black shirts and screaming at the television every time their team does well.  it doesn’t take long before jhiqui starts drunkenly haranguing them and their designated driver has to intercede because the one who’s built like a giant ox is all red-faced and trying to get into jhiqui’s grill.

“you mind yours and i’ll mind mine?” he asks her with a slight smile.  he’s got dark hair and grey eyes and she’s quite sure he’s given her a once over several times over the course of the evening.  he’s quite attractive, a thought that makes daenerys laugh to herself.  she’s in absolutely no place to even begin pursuing some guy at a sports bar.  he’d probably go running for the hills if he knew she had triplets.

which is, of course, how she ends up in the bathroom with him as the night wears on, her legs wrapped around his hips and him moaning into her neck as he presses into her.  she’s never allowed to be irresponsible, and he was right there, and she wanted him and he wanted her and she’d never picked anyone up in a bar before so why the hell not? it wasn’t like he was going to ever see her again.  it’s about the adrenaline rush, as she’s sure that everyone else in the bar–shouting as they are over rugby–would understand.

he slips her his number when they emerge, her hair disheveled and his face flushed.  she puts it in her wallet and is quite sure she’ll never call him.

the school is a nice one, and the wall decorations are lovely.  per instructions from the homeroom teacher, daenerys has brought a photograph in of each of her triplets, all of them grinning and looking perfectly angelic at her camera.  later today, she imagines, she’ll see them stapled to the wall under their names.  she hopes that first grade is better than kindergarten, that drogon hasn’t made his teacher cry and that viserion doesn’t hide too well on the play-ground during hide and seek such that the principle doesn’t have to call her and let her know that they’ve lost her son.  

she shakes the hand of the head teacher–an aging man named jeor mormont, who, she is shocked to learn, is jorah’s father.  knowing jorah’s relationship with his father, she doesn’t tell him that she’s very fond of his son, and that he’s a good friend, and smiles when jeor waves his hand to introduce the assistant teacher to her.

except he doesn’t have to, because “my name’s jon,” he’d said over the sounds of groans as the black-shirted team had lost possession two nights before.  he looks wholly startled to see her there, and moreso that she’s got three kids in tow.

“your…nephews and niece?” he asks slowly.

“my children,” she says and watches as he does the mental math to try and work out how young she’d been when she’d had them.  she lets him.  she’s used to people doing that by now.  it will follow her wherever she goes, she’s sure, until she’s old and grey and her children are in their middle age.  

“oh,” he says and he smiles at them, crouching down so he’s at an eye level.  “what are your names?”

rhaegal, ever the sweetheart, introduces her brothers excitedly and jon waves them towards the rug in the center of the room where the other first graders are already sitting.  jeor mormont is greeting the next parent and it’s just the two of them, now.

“uh,” he begins, but dany cuts him off, business like.  “keep an eye on drogon.  he’s going to be your troublemaker.  viserion’s the one who’s going to cry most when he misses me, and rhaegal will do what she can to prove that she doesn’t need either of her brothers, but the second one of them’s upset she’ll bite whoever’s causing it.  we’re working on the biting,” dany adds.

“right,” jon says.  “thanks so much.  and–”

dany shrugs.  “it was fun.  it was one night.”

“yeah,” jon says.  “one night.”  he holds out a hand and she shakes it.  

and that should be that.

except that it isn’t.

except that every day when she comes to pick them up, there he is, smiling.  he’s got such a lovely smile, and when the three kids are in the back seat, babbling away about their day at school, invariably there are stories about him.  “jon is funny,” rhaegal says.  “he always knows what to say to make us laugh.”

“he helped me color my dragon,” viserion says.  “look mommy,” and he hands the paper to her even though she’s drying.

drogon, too cool for school, doesn’t say anything, but she learns quickly that of all of them, he’s the one most eager to impress jon.  

“you’re a useful tactic,” she tells him while they’re getting their things one day.  “‘eat your greens or i’m telling jon,’ and they eat them right up.”

jon laughs.  “goes both ways,” he adds.  “they don’t want me to send notes home about misbehavior.”  dany smiles knowingly.  

“i’m a bit of a dragon mom,” she tells him.  “they know the limits, and they know what happens with misbehavior.  not that that stops them, but i’m glad to hear it’s helpful in the classroom.”

“i think you should date jon,” rhaegal tells her in the car.  “then he can be our new dad.”

she almost puts her foot down too hard on the brake.  if there’s one thing she’ll never tell her children, not even on her deathbed, it’s that she’d fucked their favorite teacher in the bathroom of a bar.  

“that’s not how it works,” drogon snaps at rhaegal.  “people don’t always marry people they date.  look at missandei.  she’s gone on tons of dates but hasn’t gotten married.”

rhaegal, annoyed at being wrong, mumbles, “yeah but then he’d be our new dad.”

she has no idea how she’ll tell them–or if she ever will.  they haven’t gotten that far yet.  one night at a bar turns into a second night in the front seat of his car.  she feels like the high schooler when she straddles him and rides him as he kisses her neck, her breasts behind a line of trees by a lake.  he feels so good against her skin, and he makes her laugh and he likes her kids and they like him and she knows–she really knows–that fucking him could cost him his job, but she doesn’t care because he doesn’t seem to care.

they can be discreet, right?  they can make this work, right?  she wants to believe it, has to believe it–not that she knows what it is.  they haven’t talked about that.  she won’t let them talk about it so long as he’s teaching her kids. because running around and fucking on the sly is something she can absolutely do, but if rhaegal keeps saying “but then he’d be our new dad,” that’s a whole different thing.

so they don’t talk about it.  it turns into a third time–again at a bar this time while she’s out with irri and jhiqui because rugby season turned into basketball season, and it turns into a fourth time in his apartment because honestly, why not just fucking commit to fucking and beds are comfortable, and turns into a fifth time before he says, between kisses, “i’m falling in love with you.”

“be careful,” she replies, “i may too–and then you’ll be stuck with my triplets for the rest of your life.”

he rolls them over so that she’s hovering over him now, and smiles up at her, and pulls her down to kiss him again.