#i was ready to show them my birth certificate

[bedpissercastiel]

SHAKING AND TREMBLING I PRESSED THE TUMBLR LIVE BUTTON (not a fan of the feature btw) AND THEY LET ME CHANGE MY AGE HAHAHAHA FINALLY

[norrizzandpia]

reader finding out that lando only pursued her bc one of his pr team told him to date somebody of her caliber

I love these kinds of tropes

One-Sided Fake Dating (LN4)

Summary: When Y/n has continuously been used for the image that has pristinely been constructed for her and the connections she has through relation to her parents, she has cultivated a dark image on the world, especially on love. However, when Lando comes into her life and shows her what it’s like to be wanted for who you are and not what you can provide, she begins to open up and she begins to explore what it’s like to be loved and to love. Although, nothing is permanent and what happens when the man she had thought to be better than everyone who had previously screwed her over turns out to be worse?

Warnings: angst, language, sexual references, i build this couple up just have them come crashing down, this one’s rough but all my posts are so its ok, family trauma, me being cliche when it comes to making up fake rich last names sorry sue me

Note: it’s a sad ending but AS WE ALL KNOW i cant take those so there will most likely be a part two lmk if yall want to see that

Part 2 link

She hated these things. Galas where men approached her for the last name written on her birth certificate and women fawned over her dress in order to become one step closer to the opportunities only she held access to. A drink in her hand, the little droplets leaking onto the ring adorning her finger, her eyes gazed upon attendees of the party her father had thrown. Men and women dressed to the nines in designer clothing, a rotten feeling manifested in her stomach. It was indescribably cold, something that settled within her and was a stark reminder that, in a room full of people ready to wait on her hand and foot, she was alone. Neither her father nor mother could make her feel any semblance of warmth, not when they exploited the image she had perfectly curated over the span of her life. The perfect, girl-next-door persona had been all she was destined for when she was birthed into the hands of Nick and Amy Winchester, two heirs to two successful oil businesses. Neither of them had truly made the effort to make her feel as though she was destined for more, other than a pawn in their Public Relations game.

She stared at them shortly, studying their faces and the way they moved about the room, wondering whether she had ever truly known them. Her parents were an anomaly, filthy rich and happy as ever. Although, no one ever knew what went on behind doors.

“Y/n Winchester, how lucky I am to finally meet you in person. I’ve heard so many great things.” A voice startled her from her deep mind, turning it back on to the mission at hand, putting on a front that she had everything she ever wanted.

Turning around, her gaze found that of Lando Norris, a man her parents had never shut up about, having been friends with his father and loving the way he so seamlessly fell into what they had always wanted her to be, but she never quite came close. This man was the image of the self-inadequacy she had been forced to feel from the moment she could slightly understand the concept. She despised him.

The fake smile she had flaunted for years graced her face, “Lando Norris, it’s lovely to meet you as well.”

He extended his hand to her, her fingers falling onto the bed of his as he pressed his lips to the back of her palm. The warm pressure spread up her arm and down her body as they held each other’s eyes. Something about the deep greenness of his made her want to know more, made the hatred and envy she had held for him diminish.

“I have to say you’re even more beautiful in person.” He whispered, lowering her hand but not letting go.

A tinge of red wrapped around her cheeks, “Thank you. You’re quite handsome as well.”

The entire thing felt incredibly mysterious. The way he cradled her hand; the way his eyes pierced hers; the way he was so intoxicating and the way she didn’t know why. She wanted more, wanted to know more.

Drowning in the confusion pertaining to her sudden change of feelings toward him, she couldn’t make out what he had been speaking about. As a result he simply stared at her with raised eyebrows, “Y/n, am I boring you already?”

She shook her head with a soft smile, “No, I’m sorry. Just got lost in thought.”

“About me?” He rubuttled quickly. So quick she couldn’t hesitate or think before she began nodding slowly. Her brain had shrunk at the hands of the smell of his cologne and all she could rely on was the years of PR training.

His eyebrows raised further, “Oh? Well, that’s a good sign considering I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you since you walked into the room.”

She choked slightly on her drink, not expecting him to be quite forward, “Sorry?”

He smiled a sinister smile, one that drew her in and made her want to run away all at once, “You’re intoxicating, Y/n.”

She cocked her head, “Is being bold your way of picking up women, Norris?”

He shook his head with a chuckle, “Being bold is my way of trying to make you fall in love with me. The women of my past are nothing like you, Winchester. I never wanted them to fall in love with me, however, with you,” He leaned in closer, “I want you all to myself.”

Pulsing between her legs told her this night would be ending very differently then she originally intended, “Is that so? I have to say, I’m not entirely opposed.”

His lips were centimeters from hers, his hot breath fanning her face, “Good because I was never going to stop until you were.”

—

In the light of the morning, Y/n’s mind ran wild at the consequences of what waking up in bed next to Lando Norris meant. He was known for sleeping around, for playing women and adding notches to his bedpost. Being another one of his past girls wouldn’t go over well for her image, an innocent and pure one that was meticulously portrayed so no one would see her as something inherently sexual.

However, as his arm slung over her waist, she couldn’t find it in herself to truly care. Sure, she was a bit panicked for what her parents would say, but with the memories of the night before and the dull aching between her legs, she knew this wouldn’t be a one time thing.

Throwing caution to the wind wasn’t something she typically did, but maybe she could try just this once.

His arm rustled on her warm skin, his eyelids creaking open as he stared at her, “Morning, Y/n.”

She giggled, “Not a good morning for you, Norris?”

His teeth peaked through in a flirtatious grin, “No, Winchester. It is a very very good morning.”

She turned around, slipping out of his arms and off the bed to pull her dress back on.

“What are you doing?” He asked, a grovel in his voice that made her never want to leave the quiet oasis of his room.

She turned around with a questionable glint in her eyes, “Leaving?”

He shook his head and propped his body up on his elbow, leaning over to grab her hand softly, “No, Y/n. Stay.”

There was a pleading in his eyes, one she had never seen in the media and one she had certainly never seen throughout the time they spent together. It made her give in.

She plopped back in bed next to him, his arm fell around her shoulders and he kissed her temple, “Why are you still in clothes?”

She laughed, thinking he was joking, but his hands over the soft skin of her arms as he pulled it down made the joyous sound dwindle down.

She certainly stopped laughing when his lips started descending down her stomach.

—

A persistent knocking on her door had her groaning and running over, “I’m coming!”

Her hand clutched the door knob, throwing open the door of her apartment near her university's campus, before she was greeted with the sweet image of her boyfriend.

She tilted her head with a soft smile, “Lan? What are you doing here?”

He pushed through the threshold, a nice smell of roses hitting her nose as he turned around to face her in her foyer.

“What’s with the flowers?” She questioned as he just stood there with an innocent smile.

He walked closer, planting a short kiss on her lips before whispering, “Happy three months.”

He held the flowers in between their bodies, continuing to grin at her as the occasion dawned on her.

She wrapped him in a hug, taking the red plant from his hands and kissing his cheek aggressively, “You are so cute! Thank you!”

He followed her further into the apartment as she went to the kitchen to put them in water. Questions flew from her lips, “How’d you know? Were you keeping track? You didn’t do this for our one month or two? Also, I thought we agreed to only celebrate the big ones like six months or a year? Was I supposed to get you something? Oh shit, Lan, I didn’t get you something.”

He giggled at her and shook his head, slithering his arms around her waist and pulling her into him when she was done with the flowers, “No, love, I just got a Snapchat memory that informed me it was three months ago today I asked you to be my girlfriend. I was going to ignore it, but I thought against it when I remembered how lucky I am to have you. I thought I’d just remind you of that.”

She blushed and wrapped her arms around his neck, “You’re sweet.”

“Only for you.” He murmured as she closed the gap between their lips.

At first, Y/n was a bit hesitant with Lando. With his past with women, sleeping around and never holding a commitment, she wondered if he would treat her a priority. Although, she was pleasantly surprised when he started speaking to her, treating her better than any of her ex’s. He was kind and gentle, compassionate, empathetic, understanding, and loving. He was everything and she was beginning to think he was her everything.

They continued kissing in her kitchen before she was reminded of the homework splayed out on the desk in her room, stress riddling her body once more. Lando clocked the tension, letting his hands rub up and down her back soothingly before softly speaking, “You okay, love?”

She tried to nod, but shook her head instead, her face pressing into his chest as she huffed, “No, I’m so stressed.”

Lando frowned, “Why? What’s going on?”

She led him to her room, his hand clutched in hers as she dragged him. When they reached her door, she opened it and he found a messy room drowning in papers and textbooks. The sight of it let alone made him panic.

“Christ,” He murmured. His hand squeezed hers in support as the two stared upon the mess.

Her voice became wobbly as she spoke, “I have so many assignments due and my room is a fucking shit show. I can’t think when it’s like this. It just adds to my stress. I don’t know what to do, Lando. I don’t have time to clean my room, I don’t have time to eat, I don’t have time to sleep. I’m fucking drowning.”

She choked up as her words felt suffocating. Lando was quick to pull her back into him, shushing her and caressing the hair on her head as she sniffled into his shirt. He led her to her bed, sitting her down and letting her lean on him, emotionally and physically. When she calmed down, he whispered into her hair, his lips having kissed multiple times there, “How about you sit at your desk, do what you can of your assignments, and I clean your room. I’ll make it spotless that way you don’t have to worry about it and then I’ll make some dinner, yeah? I can order in from your favorite place or I can make it myself. Whatever you want, baby. But, when your room is clean and the food is ready, you will give yourself a break. Trust me, laying with me on the couch and watching movies before going to bed at a reasonable hour will help you tomorrow so you can get more things done. You will get through this.”

She pulled back slightly, looking up at him with glossy eyes, “You’d clean my room for me?”

He chuckled, hands cradling her face, “Of course, love. I’d do a lot more for you.”

🏎️

Four hours later, Lando had cleaned her entire apartment, ordered her favorite meal from a diner down the street, and plated it on the countertop of her kitchen. He was pleased with himself when he walked into her room, lightly pulled her earphone out and led her back into the kitchen where her face lit up at what he had done. Falling into his arms, she mumbled quick praises of gratitude into his neck, kissing at the skin as a thank you.

The wrinkles in her forehead had loosened by the time they made it to the couch, his legs kicked up as she sprawled out on him. There was quiet conversation of what they would watch before settling on The Holiday, a movie Y/n had loved since the moment she watched it when she was twelve.

As much as she loved it, however, she fell asleep twenty minutes in. Soft intakes of breath alerted Lando of the sleeping girl on him and he decided to stay there. He watched the movie all the way through, scratching her back softly throughout the entire thing. She moved a bit, but never away from him, always closer to him and his heart warmed every time.

When he laid her down in her bed and she whispered for him to stay, there was no argument in his mind. He stayed and he was beginning to think he always would.

—

“What’s your biggest fear?” Lando said into the darkness of the night as they sat in his car.

Y/n thought it over, knowing exactly what it was, but deciding if spilling that to him was appropriate in a five month relationship.

“Spiders.” She replied, fear taking over and forcing her out of what she truly wanted to say.

Lando looked over at her blankly, “What’s your biggest fear, Y/n?”

She laughed, “Spiders, Lan.”

He shook his head, “Tell me the truth, love.”

She exhaled a breath and began, “Going my entire life without making my parents proud.”

Her sentence hung in the air, her words hitting him as he searched for clarification, “You have made them proud, Y/n.”

She scoffed and shook her head as the feeling of Lando’s hand slipping into hers spread throughout her body in a grave reminder that he was there for her, “No, they have never looked at me long enough to see what I’ve tried to achieve and what I have achieved.”

His eyes bore into the side of her face as he listened intently, “No one knows that my parents are not who they portray themselves to be. Sure, they’re in love and they have fun times together, but they never wanted me. I know that, they know that, the staff, and the people they’ve employed to keep our image know that. They had me out of obligation, out of pressure from the outside world to have a child after they got married. I know they never wanted children, they’ve both said it to me before. From the moment I was born, I was not seen as a human or a baby who needed nurturing, I was seen as an object that could warmly slip into the narrative of their lives and compliment the rumors surrounding them. I was never meant to be anything else than their public pride and joy. Privately, I have never meant anything.”

Lando’s fingers grazed over the skin of her cheek, wiping a tear she hadn’t realized was there. He turned her face to his, forcing her eyes to see the love that ran deep for her, and stated so forcefully, “You are so much more than that.”

She stared at him, not knowing what to say to something that had never been reaffirmed in her entire life, and waited for him to continue.

“For them to disregard you that way shows how shallow they are. It has nothing to do with you. You are not nothing. You should’ve never been exploited and made to feel as though you served someone else. You are wanted. I want you, Y/n. That means something. I know it does because I love you and I want you.” He finished, wiping the tears that flowed down her cheeks.

In a broken whisper, “You love me?”

He smiled at her, leaning in and letting his lips rest just beside hers, “From the moment I met you.”

The words brought life back into her body as she softly giggled through the wetness on her cheeks, “I thought you were trying to make me fall in love with you. Didn’t think the plan was for you to fall in love with me too.”

It wasn’t, he thought.

He kissed her, “It’s hard not to fall in love with someone like you. You are my everything, Y/n.”

Right there. His last sentence echoed what had been repeating in her head for months. A person who loved her just as much as she loved them, what a sight.

“I love you too, you know.” She said, loving the way he continued to wipe residual tears and whisper soft words that contradicted the idea engrained in her head that she wasn’t meant for great things, that she wasn’t intelligent or a force to be reckoned with. Single-handedly, unknowingly, Lando changed her narrative and the idea that, once her parents were gone, she was useless.

He nodded, “I know. I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

He wouldn’t, that was the truth. What this relationship was built on, though? He couldn’t bear to utter the words.

Lies.

—

Galas. Something she used to hate, but, with Lando’s hand on her thigh and his jokes in her ear, she began to find fun in them.

“Don’t you think that woman’s dress makes her look like a flamingo?” Lando lowly whispered as he discreetly pointed to someone across the room that had a light pink dress on, ruffled with feathers.

His comparison was spot on and Y/n had to stop herself from snorting out her drink, “Lando! Stop!”

She giggled and he leaned into her, the two a picture of young love. There were others sitting beside them at the table, drinking expensive wine from expensive glasses and observing the famous couple. In the six months they had been together, the public had not ceased to stop talking about the two. Lando had skyrocketed to worldwide fame, larger than what he had possessed before. Y/n being the internet’s it girl, heiress to billion-dollar oil companies and a young woman who had everything everybody else wanted, forced Lando into a large spotlight. There was traction surrounding his name and because of his connection to her, his companies, his career saw an increase in brand deals, income essentially. By just being her boyfriend, everything tied to Lando had exponentially grown. McLaren included. It was everything they had expected.

A little too much wine in one of Lando’s coworkers was dangerous as he blabbered out, “I’m surprised you two are still together!”

There were a few knowing chuckles around the table as everyone eyed each other. Lando gave him a fixed glare, dark and challenging as he tried to plead with the drunk man to stop talking.

Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed as she leaned in, “What do you mean?”

The man threw his hands up as he leaned back in his chair, “Just with the way you two got together, I didn’t think Lando would stick around for this long.”

“Y/n, let’s go.” Lando stood abruptly from the table, his hand in hers as he tried to pull her from the situation.

Y/n shook her head as all eyes stared at her, “No, Lando, what’s he talking about?”

Lando pleaded with her, “Y/n, listen to me. It doesn’t matter. Please. Come with me. Let’s leave.”

She was stuck, wanting to pry into the man’s mind, but seeing the way Lando was begging her to comply.

However, at the end of the day, she was a curious individual.

“Sorry,” She stuck her hand out to smooth down the table cloth, “Can you please elaborate?”

“Y/n-” Lando started, but she just shook her head.

His mind raced as reality dawned on him and the moment where he lost her came to fruition.

Wine sloshed out of his glass as the man drank the last sip before he began, “Lando started dating you because of your last name.”

There was a lingering smile on her lips from previously wanting to keep a happy demeanor at the Gala, but the moment the sentence fell from his lips, it gradually faded.

Lando sat back down beside her and wrapped a hand around her arm, the other on her thigh, and squeezed harshly.

“Y/n, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

The man scoffed, “What are you talking about?! I was there! I was the one who suggested you approach her. I was the one who laid out what would happen to your career if you dated Y/n Winchester. Come on, Lando, don’t be a liar.”

Her heart beat slowly as she scanned the table, the others still sipping on their glasses as they watched the scene play out. Their expressions, lacking shock, made her realize that every person sitting before her knew that Lando’s love for her was a joke. Everyone, but her.

Her head gradually turned to the side, capturing Lando’s eyes with hers. There was still pleading within them, but, this time, he was pleading for her to still love him, for her to not leave him.

To hell with him, she thought.

“Is this true?” She asked, her tone cold and distant as she ripped her arm and leg from his grasp.

He shook his head, rubbing a hand over his face in anxiety, “No, well, kind of. Yes, but- Y/n,” He shot up from his chair as she made a move to leave.

She grabbed her purse which was hung over the back of her chair, her legs making quick strides toward the exit. Lando, being taller than her, walked quickly beside her, spewing out words that now meant nothing to her.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n,” He choked out. She didn’t have to look to know he was crying, “I didn’t know what I was doing. I was half drunk the night we got together, so were you. I always thought you were gorgeous. What I’m trying to say, fuck, is that it was never truly fake for me. You did mean something to me. You mean something to me. Y/n, are you listening to me?”

She threw open the doors to the party, letting the cool air coat the cold blood running through her veins, and whipped around aggressively to face him.

“Did you mean it when you said it?” She yelled, strong front trying desperately to stay up as she crumbled to pieces on the inside.

Lando shook his head in confusion, “When I said what?”

She stopped her foot on the ground, heel threatening to snap under the force, “When you said you loved me! When you said I meant everything to you! When you said I had purpose! Did you mean it?!”

She screamed at him and he stepped closer, but she put a hand up, “Don’t fucking come near me.”

Lando stood helplessly, “Yes, of course, I meant it. Y/n, everything was real for me.”

She cocked her head, “Was it? When did it stop being a ploy for my last name?”

Lando let his head fall to look at the ground, “The morning after we slept together.”

She groaned loudly, tears now falling freely from her cheeks, “Oh! How sweet! So, after you had sex with me, you started truly feeling something for me. If that’s even fucking true. You know, Lando,” She willed his eyes to keep her stare as she yelled, “You’re no better than everybody in there. I told you how I’ve never had anybody be in my life without wanting what comes with having a name like mine. I told you, I confided in you, how much it hurt for a ten word name to mean more than the feelings I have, to mean more than who I am as a person. You’re no better than my father, my mother, and everybody else who has exploited me in the past. Actually!” She continued, not caring that Lando was wiping tears off his face with his white button up, “Actually, you’re worse than all of them. At least, they were obvious with wanting me for the things I could give them. You made me think you loved me. You made me think that you fell in love with me for who I am. You made me think that I was finally being seen as a human being.”

Lando shot back, “I do love you, don’t fucking fight that. Don’t question that. I sure as fuck fell in love with you for who you are and I see you as who you are. Your last name doesn’t mean shit to me, Y/n.”

She hit his chest with her hand, “But, it did! It did, Lando, and that makes this fucking tainted! You’re just like them! You’re just like-”

She broke down into sobs, crying pathetically into his arms as he tried to coax her. The sound of betrayal was evident in the way she cried, a different kind to the one he heard before when her parents dismissed her or someone tried gaining something from her. This betrayal cut deep because of the love that clutched her heart and refused to let go even in the wake of what he had done. This betrayal ruined any semblance of trust she had with the world, demolishing it for anyone that tried to do what he attempted; to love her.

A moment went by, Y/n gathering herself and realizing she laid in the arms of someone she no longer trusted, and she forcefully backed herself away from him. Wiping her tears with his suit jacket, the one a bit too big for her because it was tailored to his frame and the one he had given her earlier in the night when she had grown cold, Y/n stopped meeting his eye.

“Delete my number from your phone. Never fucking talk to me again. You should be fucking ashamed of yourself.” She murmured, turning around and trying to walk down the dark street before Lando reached out to grab her arm.

When he forced her to turn around, his eyes were bloodshot and begging for forgiveness, begging for her, “Y/n, I love you. Please. Please.”

Still, she couldn’t meet his eye, softly and defeatedly whispering, “I will never be able to figure out if you love me for me or love me for what I can give to you. That is why this will never work. That is why you need to let go of my arm and let me go back to my apartment without you. That is why you need to let me go.”

He kept a hold on her arm and on the life he wanted them to have together, “Y/n, I can show you. I can show you how much you mean to me. Please, just give me another chance.”

She shook her head, “Goddamnit, Lando! Let fucking go of me! This is ruined! It will never be the same! You have done the worst possible thing. You have hurt me in the worst possible way. You have treated me the way everyone else has. I am not something you can use because you are greedy.”

He nodded his head intently, “I know. I know that. I always have.”

Fed up and emotionally distraught, Y/n ripped her arm from his hold and no longer did he reach out for her when her last parting words were, “No, you always haven’t. If you always had, you would’ve never approached me and we would’ve never found ourselves here.”

A/N: part 2?

UPDATE: part 2 posted

[brokenpieces-72]

Birthday

Told you guys it would be happier. Trust me this had a much darker outcome but that can come later on. Thought the reader deserved a bone to be thrown their way.

The following is inspired by @bluegiragi hybrid ai and feature @diejager reader character.

“You don’t know your own birthday?” Gaz asked one morning. You were both sitting on the roof relaxing and waiting for the sun to come up.

“Nope.” You shake your head. “Never celebrated it, and I haven’t really seen my birth certificate so I don’t know when it is.”

“What about when you were at the program? Never even showed you your file?” Kyle asks. You shrug with a bit of swallowed disappointment.

“The handler never did. Tried to celebrate the other’s birthdays but no one really invited me.” You say.

“Wait here.” He says and swoops down from the roof. You sit and watch the colours paint the sky. When he comes back he has a file in hand and offers it to you, with a small grin.

“Happy birthday.” He says sitting next to you while you open it. It’s your file, which you realize Gaz probably… “temporarily misappropriated” from Price’s office. Kyle glances over your shoulder while you look through it. Your eyes widen when you see the date. Today.

“Happy birthday.” He says again, ruffling your hair. “What do you wanna do?”

“…I don’t know.” You shrug. Talk about last minute.

“Why don’t you go for a run? I can find you later.” He suggests. You smile at him before hopping down from the roof and hurrying inside to grab some extra clothes for exploring, along with your journal. Kyle does a final check in, giving you a radio just in case before you shift and take off towards the mountain range. You had something you wanted to try any ways.

Once you go some distance up the mountains you could smell some decay. You make your way towards the smell finding the source. You shifted back to you human form, and threw on a poncho to help keep yourself covered. You got a little closer to the carcass. The smell was pungent, and you could see a few maggots. With a deep breath, you shut your eyes. Another deep breath and focusing on everything around you. The body in front of you, is one that held a soul. A soul that has broken away. When you open your eyes you look around again, and notice in a small cave opening, a soft light. You approach it slowly and cautiously. It stays in place. Once you get closer it comes closer to you. You reach out and touch the ghostly soul of a deer. It presses its nose to your hand and you gently pet it.

“You can go on now.” You say to it. Its ears flick noting its own decaying mortal vessel. “It’s time to sleep…”

The deer looks back at you with white eyes. It tilts its head slightly before looking to the side. You follow the doe’s gaze and see a buck and two fawns. Her family. You look back at the deer.

“Watch over them. Until you are ready to return.” You say, stroking the doe’s neck. She walks off towards her family. You watch them with the buck staring back at you while the fawns stay close by to the father. You stand and stare back. The buck paws at the ground, bowing its head. The male was acknowledging you, while also warning you. The buck is a fighter, and will fight you off, despite him knowing how strong you are. You bow back, a sign of respect. The buck leads his young back into the trees and brush while you watch.

After you left, Kyle found Johnny, Horangi, Rudy, and König in the kitchen, still waking up.

“Johnny do you know when Spirit’s birthday is?” He asked. Johnny stopped midsip of coffee, his tail pausing. König looked at him.

“You don’t know Spirit’s birthday?” König questions.

“Shit I meant to look that up.” Johnny grumbled, finishing his sip of coffee.

“It’s today.” Kyle clarifies and is met with a spit take from Johnny. Kyle’s wing shields him before Johnny can damage his shirt.

“For fucks sake you serious?!” He asks Kyle.

“Just nabbed the file, Spirit is off on their own in the mountains with a radio. We have time.” Kyle exclaims. “No need to go overboard either.”

“You could buy that child a stick and she’d be happy.” Horangi comments, sitting up on the counter.

“Honestly I was thinking cake and Uno would do the trick.” Kyle suggested getting himself some coffee just as Hunter walked in. Rubbing the sleep out of their eyes they asked, half yawning, “what does the trick?”

“It’s Spirit’s birthday today.” Rudy chimes in offering a mug for their very tired and somewhat overworked medic.

“We only learned today didn’t we?” They asked. Rudy nods for them.

“You guys have any gifts?” They ask, sipping coffee.

“…I do.” Johnny says slowly grinning with realization. He sets down his mug and leaves the room.

“How did you sleep Hunter?” Rudy asks.

“The coffee earns you a polite response of, not the best.” Hunter replies as Johnny skids back into the room. A couple of them are surprised to see Johnny’s holding paperwork.

“I think these will work for a gift.” He says holding them up. Kyle, Rudy and Hunter clue in quickly. While Horangi and König are a little confused.

“Was ist es?” König asks.

“Custody papers.” Johnny says, looking down at them, making sure the signatures were right for the tenth time. “Ma was sayin she’d be willin to look after er when we went ‘ome. A lots been appening so I’d held off on it.”

“So you’d be her dad?” Hunter asks.

“Her brother.” Johnny corrects them. “Not ready to be ‘er da.”

“Until the program decides to be a massive ass pain.” Horangi mentions. He gets a swat on side from Rudy. Hunter ignores the two of them and hugs Johnny from the side.

“It’s a great gift.” Hunter says, patting the large wolf man on the shoulder.

“What’s a great gift?” Came the gruff voice of Captain Price walking in to get some coffee.

“Adoption papers for the corporal.” Johnny says holding them up. Price gets himself a mug of coffee from Rudolfo. He then scans the room and notices the file by Gaz.

“Find something shiny Kyle?” He asks. Gaz gave an awkward smile.

“You know it was the corporal’s birthday?” Kyle says, changing the subject.

“I did. Was about to tell you lot you had the day off for it. Where’s the corporal now?” Price asks.

“They’re in the mountains.” Kyle replies.

“Doing?” He asks.

“Didn’t say.” Kyle says.

…………..

When you returned to the base Johnny found you immediately.

“aye, pup come here. Got something for you.” He says gesturing for you to follow. You smile and go with him into his room where he has a laptop open. He has you sit down and opens a window on the screen, and you see a familiar face.

Johnny’s mom and his older brother smiling and saying hello. Your smile grows brighter upon seeing them, and receiving immediately wishes for a happy birthday.

“Yer stay in safe too?” Johnny’s mom asks.

“I’m trying.” You reply.

“Last thing I want is for Mae new child to be gettin cut up worse than er brother.” His mom says. You raise an eyebrow confused. Maybe a slip of the tongue.

“I’m keeping her safe ma.” Soap says. “And pup hasn’t said anything about it yet.” He says through tight lips. His mom raises a hand to her mouth realizing she had let it slip. The conversation continues on from there for another hour or so, with Johnny offering some translations if you’re struggling to understand. Once the laptop closes you look over at him.

“New child?” You ask. Johnny goes a little red.

“Ma has a vivid imagination?” He offers as an answer. You sit back in the chair and cross your arms. When you stare him down he sighs giving in.

“Wasn’t sure when to bring this up with ya. With the program bein all complicated and we didna know where’d ya be goin, figured giving you a proper home couldna hurt.” Johnny explains. You continue to listen waiting for more information.

“This was over the holidays. Foster system ain’t easy I don need to experience it to know it. Also didna give em to ya over the holidays cause thas a lotta pressure. If you say yes, than I have the papers, if you say no, there’s no hard feelins. I’ll still see ya as my little sister, that wone change.” Johnny offers.

“Yes please.” You say almost immediately. He smiles at you and gestures for you to follow him again. You have a fluttering in your chest, thinking about how you will have a family. A real family. One that loves you. For now though, you join your pack as Johnny takes you to the rec room where there’s a cake on a coffee table surrounded by the people who have been raising you for the longest time.

The rest is a happy blur with a few pieces forever ingrained in your memory. Your gifts were a new journal and sketchbook. Hunter gifted you a couple of field books for plants and animals, while Price gave you a bow for missions. After your mask had broken on a previous mission König and Ghost had been working on getting you a new one.

The best gift though, the one that made you tear up with joy was a pen. A pen that Johnny offered you to sign the custody papers. You had to stop yourself a couple times, pulling away so the tears wouldn’t stain the paper. There were a few teasing comments but you got them signed.

There was an intense game of Anomia over some drinks. The team snickered seeing your face after your first taste of alcohol. You made cake go into Johnny’s face and got an equal amount in your own. More than once your stomach aches from laughing so hard.

By the end of the night you’re exhausted. While watching a movie you keep nodding off until you find yourself cuddling up to Horangi of all people. He notices but says nothing, letting you rest. After an hour though he gets Johnny’s attention silently gesturing to your sleeping state. Johnny pulls a blanket over you offering to pull you of Horangi. Horangi lets him, needing to get up anyways.

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[itgirlgyu]

how i think txt would react to their s/o baby talking with them!

requested!

YEONJUN

bombastic side eye in case his s/o is making fun of him

once it carries on for long enough he's like 'finally i can show my true self'

canon: yeonjun wants unironically baby talks with his s/o but because of society's judgemental norms he holds himself back

so once he's sure, he unleashes the love bomb and starts baby talking back

what he doesn't know is that is s/o is pulling his legs and recording this

premiers this in the group chat

yeonjun to this day gets shamed.

SOOBIN

compresses his gigantic body into a blushing ball and explodes

ok but I think he'd be quite used to being baby talked

but with his s/o it's different

he gets all butterflies into his stomache and goes into a catatonic state

does not how to react albeit the fact he wants to reciprocate

for the sake of his physical health his s/o has to stop baby talking with him

becomes handy when arguing with him tho, honestly the only shit that can halt his trap

BEOMGYU

takes this as a challenge for no apparent reason?!?

his s/o would do it once for like fun like

oh did my baby get hwungy

his eyes would sparkle like a crow and now he's after his s/o baby talking with them

s/o is in the bathroom, he's in the bathtub saying shit like, did my baby wanna go potty

s/o in the kitchen, he'd be on top of the counter like, did my baby get thousthy( thirsty?)

wherever you are, hes there

his s/o have to sit him down and give him the pep talk about the appropriate time and guide line how to use it

TAEHYUN

slaps his birth certificate into his s/o's face.

HUENING KAI

oh he's into it

for like the first half an hour

like his s/o does it for fun

and ofc he finds it cute so he tries too

for laughs and giggles

and then it continues on and on

like neither of them is ready to drop the act first

and hyuka is running out of energy

so he's like, HAHA, with his iconic laugh

and then in his normal deep ass voice

'let's stop'

© to itigirlgyu, feedbacks are always appreciated!!!!

[imaginaryf1shots]

My Girls (||) | Max Verstappen

Words count: 3072

Driver!OC X Max Verstappen

Summery: Cecilia Hansson daughter of a Swedish billionaire, a race car driver, with a dream of making it big in Formula 1. However she has a few secrets that may hurt her as women are disliked in the sport.

Series Warnings: cursing, child abandment, absent father, drinking, car accidents, Jos Verstappen, misogyny, Christian horner (tell me if i missed anything)

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A new beginning 

Both Max and Cecilia followed each other’s carriers.

When Cecilia then got pregnant with her ex’s, Mathew’s, daughter she watched as Max made it into F1, she was jealous yes, she wanted to race to reach her dreams, she wanted to be the first F1 female champion. 

“What do you want to do?” Her dad asked her as he watched his daughter hold his granddaughter. He never expected to have his little girl as a mother this young, her ex signing all his rights away before they baby was even born, leaving the father's name on the birth certificate empty. A single mother at the age of 18.

“Whatever you decide, we’ll support you.” Her mum told her holding her hand, her girl just gave birth after a long pregnancy, she looked tired but content. 

“I want to keep her.” She whispered looking at her girl, she had wisps of blonde hair, the same hair Cecilia and her father shared. Already looking like her, she whipped her tears away and looked up at her parents. “And I want to race.”

“It’s going to be hard.” Her dad warned her, she needed to know the challenges facing her, if she decided to do that then it’s going to be one of the hardest things she ever did. 

“I know, but I want to do it for her, I want her to know that she can achieve all her dreams, I want her to proudly say that I’m her mum, to never feel like any less because her dad isn’t in the picture, I want to do it for her.”

“And you will, we’ll work it out and help you as much as you need.” Her mum kissed her forehead and pushed her hair out of her face, her lovely daughter. Her sweet and strong daughter. 

Once Cecilia was given the green light by her doctors, she was back on track and in gyms. Her family’s home gym was upgraded, she had everything she needed there. The only time the girl used her uncle’s connections was when he helped her get back into competitions, getting into F2 was easy once she showcased her abilities that improved in her time off. Mclaren’s junior team snatched her up and she drove for them for a year before she was set as the reserve driver for them in 2018, she raced for the team in a free practice in the Germany, a track she hadn’t drove in her carrier, the woman was on the sim everytime she could as she prepared for the race, she wanted to impress not only Mclaren who had her on yearly contracts for now, but also everyone else, women belonged in the motorsport and she’s going to show it. She wants more skilled females racing, she wants her daughter and all the young girls growing up to see girls like them racing and winning. 

In 2019 she had her seat, driving for the first time in an F1 car that was made for her. Making it as the first female F1 driver since the 90s. Getting a place is one thing, keeping it is another thing, all the other females before couldn’t keep their seats for long but she planned to stay racing no matter what. 

When it was announced you better believe it turned into a media circus. The female had gone through grilling PR and media training, going through every question she could’ve been asked. She’s ready to face the fire.

The season kicked off in Australia, once the media saw the Mclaren making its way to the park at the entrance they crowded the area, wanting to get a glimpse of the female driver or even her teammate. Mclaren is doing a lot of unseen things with two new drivers this year. When Cecilia got out of the car she was given for the week, she smiled at the cameras, she was sporting Mclaren merch with a pair of blue jeans, wanting to be as neutral as she could until the media got used to her, if she wore any of her clothes the team speculated that they’ll focus on that and take away from her abilities. 

It’s media day and she had a lot of interviews to go through, making her way to the entrance. One of Mclaren’s press officers walked with her, there weren't that many fans of her around so she only signed a few things before she made it inside. Going to the paddocks where there was a quick meeting with her and Lando before they start their media duties.

Standing a little to the side she waited for the drivers doing the interview to finish before the new batch did theirs, her and Lando were split up for this section, thankfully she saw Charles coming her way, they both grinned when they saw each other, hugging the other tightly when he made it to her.

“Mon Dieu, tu m'as manqué.” She said in French, they pulled back Charles’ dimple evident on his face. (Oh god I missed you)

“Tu m'as manqué aussi, je suis si heureuse que tu sois là.” Charles replied to her they stood talking in French, Checo and Daniel walked in too they heard the pair talking in French they couldn't keep up with them so they left them talking after they greeted each other, the last to join is Max. (I missed you too, I'm so happy you’re here.)

When he saw her standing there he had to take her in, they’re no longer the teenagers they were when they used to Kart, gone the baby faced Cecilia and in her place stood a grown woman, hair longer and light makeup on her face, her hair loose, he only evers saw her in braids growing up.

It’s been years since Max saw Cecilia last, he knew she was the reserve driver for Mclaren, everyone knew, but they never ran into each other, both lived in Monaco but he never ran into her there either. He knew she’d make it into F1, it took her longer than he thought but she made it. His childhood rival made it into F1 to be one of his rivals, he can’t wait to race her on track once again.

There it is again, his heart speeding up, his eyes coming back to her every few seconds. He thought he grew out of his feelings for her, but evidently not. Once again she’s standing with Charles speaking in french his french isn't a match for the Monégasques. When Cecilia took her eyes off her best friend’s they fell onto the dutch driver.

“Max.” She called for him, he looked from Daniel to her, that smile she had when she was younger, he remembers the last time they talked and how rude he was to her, but that was years ago, a lifetime ago it seemed. “I haven’t seen you in years.”

They didn’t hug, like her and Charles, but her smile was enough for him. Cecilia couldn’t help but take him in too, she’s seen him on TV of course but the real thing is always different. She wonders how she hasn’t run into him before.

“Yeah, last time I saw you, you were almost as tall as I was.” Rolling her eyes at his joke, she’s taken her height from her mother, her father’s side of the family were all tall, leaving her the shortest of the bunch, she wasn’t that short but she always looked short next to her family members, she’s 165 not that short but whatever.

“Wow Verstappen, not all of us are born to be giants.” She joked back. “I’m not even that short, I’m average.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“You know Max is right.” Charles said with a teasing smile.

“Come on, not you too.” Cecilia groans and glares at the due. 

“It’s the truth, Cece.” Charles said and leaned down a little to be the same height as her mocking her height, she huffed and exaggerated rolling her eyes. The men laughed at her antics, she crossed her arms and walked to the two other drivers.

“I feel bullied, I’ll go talk with the nicer drivers.” She shook her head as she heard them laugh at her, her hair swinging left and right, they knew she was only joking with them. She could always take a joke.

Complaining to Daniel and Checo about the boys, they patted her back in comfort. A minute later they took their places on the sofa in front of the journalists. 

Cecilia got nervous once her feet hit the elevated platform, she’s been through all questions that could be asked, she’s trained until she could answer without a moment of hesitation. So why is it that the opposite happened, why is it that no one thought that the male filled room would agree to ignore her. They were all just too happy to take pictures of her walking into the circuit. It showed what they thought of her, she didn’t belong here, they didn't want her here, she’s only good to look at, a replacement for grid girls. The poor press officer tried to get people to ask her anything but they just ignored him. She had long since just leaned back and placed her microphone beside her, she was annoyed but she tried to act as if she wasn’t bothered. Was it working? Not 100%, people would debate whether she was bothered or not. They don’t know her well enough to go back for past experiences. 

“Cecilia, what are you looking forward to this year?” Charles asked once he answered the same question, he turned to look at the female next to him, it wasn’t hard to understand what journalists were doing. Picking up her microphone.

“I’m mostly looking forward to showing everyone what I can do.” She looked at Charles before her eyes met the main camera, looking straight on, no jokes. “I’m going to prove to everyone that women belong in F1.” She smiled then and looked at Charles. “But mainly I’m looking forward to beating you and Max like I used to do when we were young.”

This did it, both men started talking at the same time making her smile. She wasn’t asked any more questions but she didn’t mind after that, her and Charles were talking to each other when he wasn’t asked anything. She nodded along with some answers. After what felt like forever they were done. Walking out of the room she pressed the Mclaren hat on her head, an arm wrapped around her shoulders.

“Show them what you’ve got, Cece.” Daniel said to the younger female, he hated how underrated she is and people already looked down on her. People were acting like they’ve never seen her drive, F2 was filmed and aired, she drove in a FP last year, and did well, not to say how good she did in testing. 

“Planning on it.” Cecilia said with a grin, how real it is, she couldn't tell you. 

Free practice, she didn't give her all, the team planned for her to surprise everyone on qualifying day. She was seen with Sebastian talking, the man was talking with her, giving her advice not about the race but about the media. He told her how the media can go from portraying you as a villain to a hero in a few seconds, telling her that once she gets in the car she should forget all of them and just focus on driving, the german driver had seen her drive before with his own eyes, he knows how good she can be. 

When Lewis joined them, Cecilia couldn’t look him in the eye. He’d seen her last year, and they’ve never talked about it, he never asked and no news came out, but she was still scared. Plus, she looked up to him, always admired him. 

“You were a badass on Media day.” Lewis said to the female, he knew slightly of what she was going through, F1 isn’t known for its diversity, while she had the money, he had his gender, both came into the sport at a disadvantage and Lewis knew she has big potential, Seb talked to him about her before, making him watch her races before. Hearing his words made Cecilia look at him, his smile made her smile as well, a look of understanding passing them. 

Getting P9 in qualifying wasn’t bad for a rookie, on their first drive. Her team is proud of her place, knowing that tomorrow she’ll start at a good position to do even better. Even if she didn’t finish P9 then that’s some points won in her first race.

Cecilia planned to do better, if not for the helmet’s visor then people would see how the look in her eyes change the moment she starts a race. Gone is the smiley girl and in her place a woman on a mission. 

At the first corner she went up to P7, her team encouraging her to keep the pace. Drivers know each other’s techniques and how to deal with them, but the new ones are always full of surprises, and Cecilia is indeed a surprise. The female is a skilled driver, no questions asked. Going up another position, she couldn't overtake Charles but she got the fastest lap, finishing at a strong P6 winning 9 points for Mclaren.

She may have not gained a podium but her team were shouting down the radio how happy they were.

Later that day Cecilia got a text from an unknown number, she was in her driver’s room, going over the race analysing every minute. A habit that she got, it’s one of the ways she got better, after a race she’d sit down, watch and analyse and try to learn from it and then never think about it again. She could tell from the number that it’s a Monaco based number.

Unknown number 

Hey, I got your number from Charles, hope it;s okay.

Cecilia H.

Who is this?

Unknown number

Its Max

Verstappen 

Cecilia H.

It’s okay

What's up?

Max

Lando said you’re still at the circuit?

Cecilia H.

Yeah, are you still here?

Max

Yes, mind if we meet up? 

Cecilia H.

Sure give me a minute and i’ll be outside Mclaren

Max

Okay 👍

Closing the laptop she had on, still in her team kit with the cap and all, she walked out holding her packbag deciding to just leave after her talk with Max. Max was already waiting for her. The sun was almost down, only a few stragglers still there, all the media and fans already left. 

“Maxy!” Cecilia cheekily called for the man, he turned to look at her, he looked like was about to scold his younger sibling or something, making her smile even more.

“Don’t ever call me that again.” 

“Sure whatever you say, Maxy.” Cecilia teased him again, this version of Max is her favourite, the one who could joke and take a teasing. Definitely better than younger Max.

“I take it back, I’m leaving.” He turned to walk away before Cecilia held his bicep to stop him.

“Wait, wait, I’m sorry, what do you want?” She asked him quickly, he gave her a smile showing her that he knows she’d just joking. Thinking about what he wanted to say kind of made him shy, his cheeks were dusted with a pink glow and he rubbed the back of his neck for a moment. “Come on, it can't be that bad.”

“It’s not, I’m just embarrassed.” His voice dropped when he said embarrassed, just admitting that he’s embarrassed made him even more embarrassed. “You know the last time we talked…”

“Yesterday?” She asked him, frowning, trying to recall what happened yesterday, admittingly so much has happened. Maybe she said something rude without noticing or something, but nothing was coming to her mind.

“No, no when we were young, I wanted to apologise.” He said and decided to just get out and get it over with. “When you just wanted to congratulate me and I called you stupid and weird, I'm sorry about that, I didn't honestly mean it, not then and not now.”

“You scared me for a second there Max, I thought I said something.” Cecilia adjusted her hat so it won't cover her eyes as much so she’d be able to look at Max without raising her head that much. “I honestly forgot about it, we were kids, a lot of things happened since then, and you kind of forget about those small instances.”

“Still I felt the need to say I’m sorry.” Max was glad she was taking it lightly, he knew that she most likely would she hadn't held it over his head, or acted coldly towards him when they met again. “So what are you still doing here?”

“We had a post race meeting.” 

“Lando left over an hour ago.” Max frowned; they both had their things and were slowly walking to the direction of the parking lot.

“Well, it’s just a little habit I developed. After a race I would watch the race and see where I went wrong, how I can improve and what the others, who did better than me are doing.” Max nodded to her simple explanation, that alone proved to all those haters online and misogynistic journalists who refused to ask her anything. On Mclaren’s promos and any pictures of the girl, it had a copious amount of hate under it, it’s baffling to see. 

“You did great today.” Max commented and even though she disagreed she took the complement. Nothing much was said the rest of the way, and they split up going to their cars, and driving to different hotels. 

Cecilia could only think about how much Max has changed, no longer the cold boy she met before. Yes on track he is the same, wouldn't want to piss him off on track but the man in a race wasn’t the same as he was talking to her now. And he wasn't bad to look at either.

Her phone rang, her mum’s picture popped up, answering the phone while she had it connected to the car, her daughter’s voice greeted her. Her little three year old voice met her ears, making her smile.

Next ->

[ftmwifey]

All I’m saying is that if you found yourself suddenly gaining weight, I think it would take you a long time to realize that while you were sleeping I fucked you full of cum.

Maybe your boobs growing bigger and bigger as the months went by would tip you off, or maybe it would be the way your hips expand, your bone structure changing to give you a defined pear shape, your growing appetite and weight gain might do it, as you find yourself craving more and more, face softening, curves growing, every part of you getting softer and softer until no matter what you do some part of you is always jiggling.

Of course, your pregnant belly would be the main show, getting heavier and heavier until you become out of breath even trying to stand up. Your stomach becomes a constant reminder of your womb, slowly but surely forcing you into an undignified waddle as the months pass by. It becomes the first thing people look at when they see you, showing off just how thoroughly you got fucked.

You would have to buy new clothes, your men’s shirts now stretch around your tits and show off your bulging stomach, while the jeans you can still squeeze yourself into suction themselves to your ass and thighs, all while jamming their seams into your pussy. None of the men’s clothes fit the way you want, and eventually none of them fit at all, finally forcing you to accept the truth and buy maternity wear. Thin, flowy, low cut necklines that show off your swollen tits and womb, with stretchy pants that highlight all of your most feminine features. 

When you finally do give birth you’ll be a curvy milf. With tits the size of your head and hips larger than your shoulders. In the delivery room the doctors and nurses will call you she without a second though, the idea that you could be anything other than a woman would be laughable. After a long and humiliating birth you’ll be marked as the mother on the birth certificate, father unknown.

And after the babies have been delivered your body has already been transformed to make way for your new life as a mother. Saggy belly, leaky tits, and thighs that rub together when you walk are only the tip of the iceberg. Your face has a soft femininity to it, with full cheeks and a developing double chin, your arms are weak, and strain the sleeves of any shirts you wear, your ass hangs behind you and when you sit down you can feel your thighs spread against the chair. 

No one will be able to confuse you for a man ever again, no matter what you try to do. 

Oh well, guess I’ll just have to wait and see.

holy shit reading this makes me so ready to be bred! i tots want a huge jiggling milf body and take care of a ton of babies! id be the sluttiest mom in the grocery store, no one would ever believe i wanted to be a guy or even looked like one! id love my massive jugs that every man that ever talks to me would try and “accidentally” touch them. while i’m trying to talk to them they’d be staring at my tits the whole time, as a girl i don’t have any opinions anyways 🥰

please send more of these anons! i love reading them~ 💕

[wheneverfeasible]

cw: slight spoilers for Flight of Icarus

I’m honestly not the biggest fan of kid fics so I don’t think I’d ever actually write this, but…

I was thinking about Eddie’s expired condoms, thought about how in kid fics it’s always Steve who has a kid (or kids), and it got me thinking of a post-S4 AU, maybe a year or so later, and Eddie and Steve are a new couple who have only recently started being an official, exclusive deal. And then Eddie gets a blast from the past.

Slight spoilers in the below paragraph

Now, it could be anyone really from his past, but in my mind I’m thinking specifically of Paige from the Eddie prequel book, Flight of Icarus. It’s been say 3 or 4 years since they split ways and she went back to LA. Meaning, if during one of the times she and Eddie engaged in unsafe sex or sex with expired condoms, it’s feasible to imagine that she could have been unknowingly pregnant when they broke up.

Spoilers over

Now, imagine a social worker showing up at the Munson door because, as crazy as it is, Eddie has a 2-3 year old child suddenly thrust upon him after a tragic accident has taken the mother’s life and as the father listed on the birth certificate, he is the next of kin to take the baby (I picture a little girl, but it could be a boy).

The mother had been Eddie’s first love and, while he’s freaking out, he can’t brings himself to reject the innocent little thing, especially since the mother’s family has moved out of Hawkins following Vecna’s Curse. He knows he should give the baby up to them, but he simply can’t. However, he has Steve to worry about now.

After all, they just started officially dating/going steady. And now Eddie is a dad. He’s worried about it being too much for Steve, who may want kids of his own some day, but now Eddie is a package deal with a child that Steve has no responsibility for, a child that Steve never asked for. Eddie is certain Steve won’t want to be with him now but it’s his child; even though he can’t blame Steve, he’s not going to be like Al Munson and abandon his child.

Of course, Steve is understandably startled and needs to take a moment to consider everything. Ignoring the fact that Eddie has a child isn’t fair to the child itself. If things end poorly (which Steve is wracked with self-doubt and believes Eddie will realize he can do better eventually and leave him) then he doesn’t want to harm a child, and on the off-chance things don’t end poorly, is he ready to be a step-father figure now?

The answer is, of course, yes.

And so Eddie and Steve and the baby (and Wayne, who is absolutely delighted to have what is basically a grandchild though he would never admit it) find themselves in new adventures of being a new family.

For added drama, perhaps the mother’s parents end up finding out about the child being placed with Eddie and decide to sue for custody. In the end, the boys win however, and maybe the baby doesn’t have a mother, but it has two loving dads, a grandpa/great-uncle, and a whole host of uncles and aunts to love it and give it the best life imaginable.

(Robin is, of course, named godmother, and Dustin becomes the godfather.)

And though it wasn’t how they had originally planned it, both Eddie and Steve finally find the family they had always wanted.

[narrans]

My Borrowed Son | 6 | Learning to Play

Chapter Six | Learning to Play

That night, Amanda and Mel went back to the park with the hand-sized boy and searched around the ground in hopes of finding some additional clues as to why he was all alone. Amanda showed Mel where she had found him and, sadly, there was no sign the area had been disturbed or returned to.

It was heart wrenching.

Was no one looking for him?

Amanda and Mel even set him back down by the base of the bench and walked several steps away, but that proved to be a disaster when the little boy chased after Amanda, whimpering and crying. He even charged into the thick blades of grass after her. It must have looked like a menacing jungle forest, but it didn’t seem to matter.

When Amanda approached, he timidly sniffled and held up his arms, as if to say “hold me” as his little fingers grasped at the air.

Amanda feared that the little boy might have seen something happen to one or both of his parents and that he knew Amanda was his only chance. She brought this up to Mel, who silently seemed to agree.

Needless to say, Mel and Amanda returned back to Amanda’s apartment and spent the evening discussing other facets of life. They had a picnic on the boxes and kept the boy between them as they ate and made plans for how to proceed. He had room to roam, but he mostly kept himself curled in Amanda’s hand and looked back and forth between Mel and her while they talked. He absorbed every word and seemed to know they were talking about him.

Specifically, how they were going to come up with an explanation for his existence without revealing him to the world.

“I’m just afraid of what’ll happen if I take him anywhere else to get him checked out or if they want too much proof. If he’s some kind of new species of human or some kind of government experiment that got out, I don’t want him shuffled off to some containment unit to be experimented on,” urged Amanda.

“I get what you’re saying, Mandy. But, that whole delayed birth certificate is going to be tricky,” reminded Mel. “Are you sure you’re up for it?”

Amanda felt the pressure of the little boy climbing back onto her fingers after retrieving another fragment of cracker and knew her answer immediately.

“Yes, I’m sure. If something happens or if I’m questioned, I’ll find the right things to say. Until then, I can’t just leave him,” replied Amanda. She brushed the boy’s shoulder with her thumb, which he leaned into. His thoughtful brown eyes gazed up at her as he gave her a crumb filled smile.

It was the look on the child’s face that said it all.

Mel and Amanda continued to talk well into the night as the infinitesimal boy fell asleep in Amanda’s hand, cracker on his chest and part of a blanket on his torso. Plans were made to meet up and have another check-up with the boy in a few days as well as plan out how they were going to get some documents for the little boy.

“I guess I’ll be seeing a lot more of you then,” grinned Mel. “No more monthly calls. I got promoted to weekly. Maybe even bi-weekly. All right!” They hugged and then Mel headed home for the night while Amanda shut herself in for the night.

The rule usually is never wake a sleeping baby, but the reasoning of making sure he was cleaned up and ready for bed was too much for Amanda to resist. She made sure the boy was tidy and had a little to drink before carrying him to her room where she placed him back into the box on his bed, fingers laying against him, as the two of them drifted off to sleep.

When Amanda woke up, she saw the little boy was curled fully into her hand using her thumb as a pillow. It was mesmerizing seeing the way his light sandy blonde hair fell over his eyes as he slept peacefully. Amanda had slept much better than the night before, which wasn’t much of a challenge, and was thankful the boy was getting some rest.

Not willing to wake him, Amanda carefully proceeded with the events of her day while keeping her hand level and steady. She kept the blanket from the box draped over him as she washed her face, retrieved her morning coffee, and brought her laptop to her room where she continued to type up her reports with just one hand.

Then, just like the day before, he stirred awake. He looked a little less confused than he did the day before, and his smile was the sunshine of the day as he looked up into Amanda’s eyes.

“Good morning,” she said. “Did you sleep so good? Ready to get some breakfast?” He nodded sleepily and pushed himself upright, looking up at Amanda thoughtfully before she stood and brought him to the bathroom.

While he ate on the kitchen counter, taking little bites and looking around while he chewed, Amanda thought about what kind of life he must have been living up until this point. Specifically, she was concerned when she brought up the concept of “play” and he had little to no reaction.

She wasn’t sure whether or not the boy knew how to play, which made her very sad. He was so sweet and deserved to know how to have fun.

In the meantime, she needed to get back to work. She would have time to devise a way to have fun with him during her lunch break and during dinner. She collected the little boy, making sure he wiped up with a wet washcloth, before bringing him back to her room.

The moment Amanda sat down, she knew working and keeping an eye on the child were going to be a challenge. For one, the little boy was gaining some energy back. Barely thirty-six hours after giving him some food and water and the boy was already climbing over the mountain of blankets on Amanda’s bed. Each one must have looked like a massive, fuzzy hill to the boy, but he didn’t seem to care. He climbed, hand over fist, to the top of each mound and rolled back down.

He never went far, but how quickly and how easily he tumbled down the soft, squashy surface of the comforter made Amanda’s heart pound and skip like a flat stone on water.

Then, the boy took to climbing on Amanda, clambering up her leg and then to her arm where he would try to get to her hands. He was gently plucked up and set to the side each time, which made him smile and, at one point, giggle even.

He seemed like he was having a good time, which was what mattered.

Maybe he did know how to play.

It was finally lunch time, and it was obvious the miniscule boy was hungry. When Amanda asked if he wanted to eat, he nodded and made no protest in climbing onto Amanda’s hand.

His ability to adapt is absolutely astounding. Seriously, he’s already showing so much trust. Is it meant to endear me to him? Like a survival technique? Or is it him actually trusting me?

Amanda thought about it from a perspectives point of view, and she shuddered to think of what it would be like to have something – someone – loom over her and be able to pick her up in a single hand.

He truly is remarkable.

Lunch was a very simple hot ham and cheese sandwich, which Amanda had to pinch because she was worried the boy wouldn’t be able to bite through the thick meat. She made a mental note to get the finely sliced meat next time she went to the store.

It was a surprise when he had no issue with it, small teeth obviously durable and able to tear apart meat.

Good to know thought Amanda.

The second half of the day involved Amanda giving the boy some cotton balls to toss around as well as watching him once again play daredevil and climb the new obstacle course Amanda had created out of pillows and blankets. His youth and size had nothing to do with how quick the little boy was as he darted around and climbed over the tall pillows.

The few times he took a tumble down the blankets, his body seemed to move on its own and instinct let him find the best way to slide down without getting hurt. It made Amanda more curious about what he could and could not do, but she would save those questions for another day.

She had something better in mind than pillows and blankets to test his abilities.

Amanda sent her final emails and messages to her co-workers before hoisting herself off of her bed. Dinner was going to be simple tonight and it was a good thing too. Tonight was going to be about play and fun.

Bringing him with her, Amanda set of into the living room and began laying out all of her boxes that needed unpacking in a kind of maze, creating passages and hallways while the boy took a nap in his much smaller box. She also included other elements like things for him to climb and jump off of.

It was having something occupy her mind that made her feel almost back to normal. She remembered fondly how her father would make elaborate constructions of cardboard and bedsheets just so she and her brother and sister could live in tents for months on end. They even made a joke that they wouldn’t need their rooms because they were going to live in tents for the rest of their lives.

Getting to make something like this now really and truly made Amanda feel like she was sharing part of her childhood with the boy. It made her heart ache slightly. She genuinely thought she would be doing this with her own children one of these days, but getting to do it now let her feel like she was glimpsing a reality that might have come to pass.

Perhaps one day, this dream could happen. Perhaps it wasn’t out of reach. Just the thought of it made her choke up, chest tightening uncomfortably as she stared longingly at the door, expecting the man she once loved to come through the door so they could begin again. Her mind raced and began filling in the blanks when she heard a soft coo from the box.

Amanda was brought back to the present as she glanced toward the sound, reminded of reality and saved from the life that could have been.

Clearing her throat and wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, she knelt and peered into the box where she spotted the child standing, hands pressed against the cardboard as he looked for a way out or up onto the ledge.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” smiled Amanda. He looked around and instantly smiled, holding her hands up and making a little grasping motion with his fingers to he could be held. “Good nap? I know. I know. Come on. Let’s get you out of there. I have a surprise for you.”

She rested her hand in the box and the little boy clambered up onto her curled fingers as though he had done it all of his life.

“We’re going to play maze, okay? Like you were playing earlier with the blankets and pillows,” said Amanda. He looked a bit confused at first, but the mention of the pillows and blankets earlier seemed to connect in his youthful mind. So, when Amanda sat on top of the nearest box and laid her hand down into the columns of boxes, it took a few moments for him to see the mounds of pillows for what they were – a playbox.

He carefully walked off of Amanda’s hand and approached the pillows before climbing on top of them. His fists snagged handfuls of fabric as he climbed to the top and, seeing the sheet slide, tumbled all the way down before looking back at Amanda and smiling.

It was like watching him take his first steps, a happiness sparking in Amanda like nothing she had experienced. The boy scuddled up to the edge of the next box and instinctually peered around it before running to the next bundle of blankets and climbing up them. This next one was taller, and his slide down actually made him laugh as he slid down the taut sheets.

It made Amanda’s face light up as she watched him go from activity to activity.

Another element that fascinated her was how the little boy approached the maze. Despite his age, he took the same left turn until he seemed to recognize an area. Only when he recognized where he was that he would add in a new left or right turn. It was almost like he was memorizing the paths Amanda had laid out for him.

The other activities were a little harder for the young child to get. Rolling the marbles and hitting the others made Amanda realize he was strong, but not quite that strong. Chasing him with her running fingers made him squeal in fear until he realized Amanda wasn’t actually chasing him, and soon it was his second favorite next to tumbling down the sheets.

The two of them played in the box maze for nearly an hour before the boy showed any indication of tiring, and even then he was reluctant to return to Amanda because he wanted to rest in the maze and keep playing once he had recovered.

Amanda’s compromise was to let him stay and play as long as he stayed close to the pillows she left him by while she got dinner started. She hurried over to the kitchen and quickly poured in noodles for macaroni and cheese and set the water to boil before hurrying back to the boxes to see the boy. Like she asked, he hadn’t moved from the stack of pillows and was waiting patiently for her to come back just as she said she would.

It wasn’t until the two of them made eye-contact, however, that made Amanda question her action. The boy looked worried, his little chest rising and falling quickly as he looked up at Amanda, before melting into relief. His hands immediately lifted, and he made the familiar grabbing motion for her to pick him up.

Amanda’s mouth slackened as a horrid thought occurred.

Was that what his parents told him? Did they ask him to stay… and he obeyed? Only to be abandoned and left alone?

“Come here, sweetie,” smiled Amanda. “See? I’m back, just like I said I would be.” After a minute, Amanda realized he didn’t want to be left alone, no matter how fun the boxes were, and elected to stay with her. It made her feel guilty and was something Amanda wanted to work on to give him a secure attachment, but it was alright for now.

The rest of the evening went smoothly as they fixed dinner together and ate in relative silence. Amanda decided she needed to wear something with a front pocket so she could place the little boy there while she worked on baking and cooking. The two of them cleaned up in the bathroom, Amanda needing to coax the boy into the water once again, before tucking him into bed all snuggly and clean.

She drifted to sleep with her hand in the box and the feeling of the boy pressed against her fingers. Today was the first of many steps for the two of them. Tomorrow, she would investigate the playground again and keep doing so until she was satisfied no one was truly coming for him.

The thought, however, made her heart hurt. He was growing on her so quickly, but it would be the right thing to do. Even if she, only after a couple of days, was already so attached to the little guy.

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The audience of the stream is watching Leo move about the set checking a laptop, tablet, and his phone all sitting on a desk with a blue gaming chair. He was also swapping his models outfit, not sure which would fit with whatever he was about to talk about.

He finally chose a full Lou Jitsu jumpsuit, with gloves, platform shoes, and shield glasses worn over his usual mask. He plopped back into the chair and poses with his one of his ligs crossed over the other, and leaning onto his left hand.

"Sorry 'bout starting the stream while I wasn't ready. I found some amazing news, and wanted to track down as much actual facts, to make sure I had everything correct." He leans over to the laptop to set something up. Once he was satisfied he turns back to facing the camera.

"So, it's fairly obvious we're big Lou Jitsu fans here, so imagine our surprise to hear about someone attempting to claim his supposed left behind fortune. Because people for some reason think he's dead, and not just trying to live peacefully somewhere." Leo clicks on something, and a news article pops up.

"Woman claims to be Lou Jitsus 'long lost' Daughter/Granddaughter."

"Either the Lady couldn't keep her story straight, or whoever wrote this kept getting conflicting evidence. Part of why I wasn't quite ready. Had to check is with my journalist sis to see if she could help get things straight." He clicks over to something else and a different article takes the place of the previous one.

"Woman attempts to steal fortune of Lou Jitsu with faulty Scam. Surprised by the results!"

"So to set the scene better, this lady shows up out of nowhere, claiming she's, let's see by age... Daughter! Of Lou Jitsu. I don't know how she planned to have this work with modern DNA matching and everything, but she apparently refused to do a DNA test to prove this. If this was literally 30 years earlier she wouldn't have to worry, but I guess she didn't bank on people asking so many questions." He gets rid of the article, and brings up a badly edited birth certificate. "Seems she believed she could just wave around a doctored Birth Certificate, and some flimsy 'photographic evidence' that looked like they were put together in a bootleg photoshop program."

A couple of pictures appear on screen, they were obviously edited pictures of Lou Jitsu "holding" a baby, or child. Then a couple with a little girl that looked very off, the lighting didn't match between the girl, and Lou.

"Yeah, this didn't fly with the people at the banks, or whichever government offices, she had attempted go to, especially since there was a different thing blocking her from succeeding in this sham of a scam." Leo looks proud of himself for that slight word play. Something is thrown at him from off screen, and he glares at whoever threw it before continuing.

"You see, Lou Jitsu had set up an interesting set of security questions and or tests for getting access his bank accounts. He did include a DNA matching test as a last ditch security, but it never got that far. No she got caught at a slightly obscure set of security questions that required you to answer a random on set inside joke from one of Lou Jitsus first movies!" Leo laughs and spins in his chair a couple times. He stops and brings up a new document.

"Okay, so this is a copy of the security tests list we got ahold of, as you can see," He points at a spot near the top that's highlighted, "Lady didn't get very far into the security tests. Yeah there are alot of them, he apparently set this up not long before completely disappearing from the limelight. Though why there's so many tests is anyone's guess! Maybe it's just to annoy whoever attempts to fake their way into his accounts?"

Leo thinks it over a bit before muting the mic and shouting off to the side, then waiting for an answer, where he nods his head, and talks to whoever's off screen, with a couple of odd gestures and head tilts. After a couple minutes he unmutes the mic.

"So, just asked Dee a couple questions, and while we can only speculate why Lou make such a complicated set of tests, what we do know is that the tests were actually updated a few years back. So Lou is still out there, and he knows the Lady made this attempt. And has filed a lawsuit against her! That will be an interesting day in court!!" He quickly stands up and throws his arms up in the air with jazz hands.

After sitting back down he swaps out the documents still on screen with a couple of pictures of the Lady's headshots from getting arrested for attempted fraud, and scam. Her name is blurred out.

"This is the Lady, we don't want to give out her name since she either has a very unfortunate name, or she would only give them a very crude name instead of her actual name. Plus some places can't legally tell the names of people who were arrested, so let's go with that." Leo reads some notes on the laptop then added, "And she might have a record already, but we can't read or find any legal documents that confirm or deny this."

The pictures are taken off the screen, and the lighting changes.

"Well, there's not much more of that incident that's public, so let's move on to something else Lou Jitsu related! They've announced a new special anniversary movie bundle! And we have some info on the special bonus features!" Leo announces, and brings up some graphics for this movie bundle.

The stream continues from there, and even though some people in chat are still shouting questions about the scammer lady segment, they get ignored and buried under other things spammed in the chat. Especially since donation notifications were disabled for the stream.

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[https-harlow]

Single Hearts - Part 1 Amusement Park

Summary- While taking her daughter to the amusement park for her birthday, Sage meets Jack for the first time.

Jack had gotten engaged to his high school sweetheart, Penelope, right out of high school, getting married about a year later. They even had their daughter, Melody Jade Harlow, a year and a half later. Everything was perfect. Ultimately, throughout the stress of Jack’s career, raising their daughter, and just life in general, they decided they were better off as friends. Nothing specific happened they just slowly realized they didn’t love each other as much as they previously did. 

Penelope and Jack were terrific coparents. They both were committed to doing what was best for their daughter and they both wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. Of course, that wasn’t always possible for Jack due to traveling for work, and now that his daughter was seven years old and in school, Penelope and Melody couldn’t just fly out to visit him whenever they wanted. Penelope did it as much as possible so that Jack and Melody could see each other as much as their schedules allowed.

Sage, on the other hand, was parenting her five-year-old daughter, Charlotte Grace Taylor, completely alone. She had also thought she had met the love of her life, and for a short time, she did. Unfortunately, her ex-boyfriend didn’t feel the same way. Ethan cheated on Sage right after they found out she was pregnant. Before Charlotte was born, Ethan decided he wasn’t ready to be a father and left. He hadn’t even met his daughter when she was born, even though Sage told him when she was in labor and when Charlotte was officially born.

Sage had sole custody of Charlotte, Ethan didn’t show up to the hospital, and he never signed the birth certificate, withdrawing his legal rights. Sure, Sage would have preferred her daughter to have an involved father or at the bare minimum, child support, but she would rather Ethan be completely uninvolved than in and out of her daughter's life. 

It was difficult for Sage to raise her daughter on her own, but the support of her friends and family made it easier. 

Sage was taking Charlotte to the local amusement park for the day, a late birthday celebration for Charlotte's fifth birthday. Between the start of the school year and the weather, it had to be pushed a couple of weekends. As a compromise Sage let Charlotte eat a little more candy and sugar than usual, which meant she was practically bouncing off the walls. Charlotte saw the carousel and took off towards it.

Jack, who had also decided to take his daughter to the amusement park the same day, happened to be getting in line for the ride at the same time. Charlotte tried to get in line before Jack and Melody did.

“Charlotte.” Sage called out, quickly following after her daughter. “You have to wait for me.” She reminded her. By the time she approached, even though it had only been a couple of seconds, Jack and Sage were separated by a few groups of people so she couldn’t apologize to him for her daughter trying to run in front of them.

Sage and Charlotte got into line, Sage holding onto her hand before she could even think about trying to run to the front of the line. Luckily for Charlotte, the line was short so it wasn’t long before she was on the ride. 

Jack got Melody comfortable on the ride before stepping behind the gated area to watch. A few spots back, Sage was helping Charlotte fasten herself to the carousel horse. 

“I want to go by myself,” Charlotte said and Sage sighed softly.

“Okay, can you get down by yourself?” Sage asked and Charlotte nodded. “Just let me know if you need help and I’ll come to help you, okay?” Charlotte nodded eagerly, excited to ride on her first amusement park ride by herself. Even if it was just a carousel. 

Sage walked off the platform and out of the gate, she happened to see the same curly-haired man that her daughter had run in front of. Sage approached him.

“Hi, I’m so sorry about my daughter almost cutting in line. We’re still working on waiting our turn, and apparently, that doesn’t mix with having too much candy.” Sage joked, Jack properly looked at Sage for the first time, and something about her drew him to her. Jack was incredibly nervous, which was unlike him, he hadn’t felt that way since he was with Penelope.

“It’s completely okay. You don’t have to apologize, I’ve been there and I understand.” Jack brushed it off. “She’s yours?” Jack asked and Sage nodded. Since she had Charlotte fairly young, and Charlotte had almost looked like an exact copy of her Dad, minus their matching blonde hair, she was used to people assuming she was a babysitter or older sister.

“Yeah, I know it’s hard to believe because she looks so much like her Dad, but she does have 50 percent of my DNA,” Sage joked, Jack couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, though his eyes showed a small hint of disappointment. “But I’ve been in my single mom era since she was born, all this work, and all we share is the same hair color.” She laughed light-heartedly, hoping her humor was understood. Luckily Jack laughed at her joke.

“Are you from around here?” Jack asked Sage.

“Yeah, well, I grew up in Nashville, but I moved to Louisville after I had my daughter. My family had moved up here but I stayed behind until then.” Sage explained as they glanced towards their daughters on the ride. “Sorry, you didn’t ask for a life story, I don’t know why I’m giving you one,” Sage said, laughing and Jack shook his head. 

“I don’t mind,” Jack reassured her.

“So I take it you’re from here? Most people don’t ask that unless they are from the area themselves.” Sage teased.

“Yeah, I did grow up here, so you’re right.” Jack laughed. “Are you two celebrating something or just here for fun?” Jack asked.

“It was her fifth birthday a few weeks ago, she wanted to come here on her birthday, but we couldn’t, so hence the extra candy for celebration. What about you two? Assuming you aren’t here with someone else.” Sage asked.

“Just for fun. I’m out of town for work a lot so every time I’m in town I make sure to do something extra fun with her. This time her pick was the amusement park.” Jack explained.

“Oh, what do you do for work?” Sage asked. Jack didn’t want to tell Sage he was a rapper. He liked her, even just from their brief meeting, and he didn’t want her to make any assumptions about him before she got to know him.

“I’m in the music industry,” Jack said, not going into further detail and Sage didn’t push it.

Charlotte ran toward Sage and Melody ran towards Jack.

“Mommy! Let’s go on the next ride, that was so fun!!” Charlotte yelled excitedly, grabbing her mother’s hand and pulling her towards the next ride.

“Bye, it was nice to meet you!” Sage said to Jack.

“Nice to meet you too!” Jack called as Sage got pulled away. “Wait, I didn’t get your name,” Jack called out but Sage was too far away to hear him. 

Jack thought about trying to catch up to her. As soon as he took a step forward, holding Melody’s hand, someone approached him.

“Oh my god! You’re Jack Harlow right?” A girl asked.

All Jack could do was watch Sage walk away as he greeted the fan who approached him, hoping they would run into each other again. Even though Jack kept his eye out for Sage the rest of the day, he didn’t see her again.

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[nerdieforpedro]

Day Twenty Nine - Brick House

Word Count: 624

Warnings: mention of past drug use, fertility issues, mention of sperm donation and clinics, false pretenses, Dieter might be a bit obsessed or a lot

Notes: I wasn’t sure where this was going. I read @fhatbhabie ‘s Dieter fic where he’s being a dad and @wannab-urs has me listening to all the Hozier for her challenge. This is where we are people. We’re on my second D which is Dieter, my first D is Din.

Main Masterlist / March Spring Prompts 2024 / Writing Challenges

A safe place for the both of you is what Dieter Bravo wanted. Finally in the spring, the house was ready. He'd studied your likes and dislikes, favorite colors, asked his assistants and interior designer to decorate according to what you wanted. He believed he had to make things perfect for you. Bravo is aware he’s not - far from it. He has numerous issues with drugs, the law, his career. Never stopping, never slowing down. Always moving forward and not always in a positive direction.

Never would he have expected your request. Dieter was aware of your search, your dream. It wasn’t uncommon but you’d convinced yourself that it would never happen. The doctor had told you there was little chance of it happening ever. Still you believed despite your fears. Dieter watched your perseverance in awe. The idea of you getting what you needed from some donor that you’ve never met kept him up at night. More than the last flop he’d made. It more than paid for renovating the brick house over the last eight months and he was willing to do another one if it meant that he could afford to keep you in that house on bedrest for the last month like you were supposed to be and get him some new oil paints from this one Italian supplier he favored.

You asked if he’d be your moral support as you went to one of the clinics, if he’d hold your hand as you went through the door. Dieter suggested that he could have a physical now that he’s been healthy for a good bit and give you a donation that was more likely to take. He swore that it’s the only form of support he would give you, besides being your friend of course. The clinic thankfully made the process feel ‘impersonal’ as you put it. Bravo knew the first try he was hoping it wouldn’t take, just to be able to have you again. Over two months, he only missed two ‘bun in the oven’ appointments with you and suggested some extra, you know just in case.

It was wrong. He should have felt guilty. Dieter did not and would not. He’d use this process to show you and himself that he could be relied on, constant, strong, like the house he bought you.

He’d gotten you to agree to put his name on the birth certificate and he had his schedule cleared for the most part so he could be wherever you needed him to be. In the room, outside, in the parking lot of the hospital.

Climbing the stairs and walking to the master bedroom he was able to talk you into sharing with him because, rubbing oil on your belly helped calm you and lull you to sleep after proper placement of pillows, he crept toward the door. Your sleeping form was rare to see during the day, among a mountain of pillows and blankets you’ve kicked off because you get hot then cold. Dieter watched your chest rise and fall softly, he had taken a few pictures and saved them on his phone of you at first but that wasn’t enough. Leaving to grab his sketchbook he’d need to draw it, then he may be able to paint this moment later.

This moment that despite the lies and reasons covered under the pretext of helping you with your dream, you were giving Dieter Bravo his - a family with you. Maybe you’ll be mad at him later or even laugh it off but after the baby is safely here, he’ll tell you everything. That you’ve been his ambition for years and regardless of people thinking he’s a scatterbrain, he can focus quite well - on you.

[ketho484]

Chapter seven of the Actor AU!

Warning: This chapter contains mentions of near death and actual death as well as gun use. Discretion is advised

Au belongs to @frillsand

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Chapter 7: The Rescue

The cast of Welcome home all had a day off today. They went to their chatroom and decided to meet at the community center to figure out their next move to help Willow. They all met at the center, Wally arriving last as he was still seething after last night. When prompted by Barnaby about his anger, Wally told them everything he learned, showing them the contents of the briefcase as proof. Needless to say, they were convinced his theory might be right.

“No wonder you go to close to her so quickly” Poppy stated as she and Howdy inspected the birth certificate

“No wonder she trusted you more than all of us combined” Howdy added

“And now that poor little kid is living with her kidnapper?” Sally asked, Wally nodding in affirmation

“And the murderer of your parents?” Frank added, earning another nod from Wally, who looked ready to kill someone

“Gee, Wally. That must’ve been really hard on you to learn this” Eddie said as he put a comforting hand on Wally’s shoulder

“…I’m going to that house tonight” Wally stated “We have the evidence we need right here. Id you guys can keep all this safe, I’ll get Willow somewhere safe and make sure the cops take him away”

“Wally, are you sure that’s a good idea?” Julie asked, worried for her friend “What if you get hurt?”

“Julie’s right” Barnaby spoke up “If you’re gonna do this, at least take someone as backup”

“Not to mention a potential witness if something goes wrong” Frank added

“Mmmm…You all make good points” Wally said as he took a breath “I-I just couldn’t sleep last night now that I know what I know”

“It’s okay, Wally” Poppy said as she wrapped a wing around his shoulders “Nobody’s judging you. We just want you to be careful”

Wally sighed and looked over at Eddie

“…Me?” Eddie pointed to himself

“You and Howdy both work jobs outside of our acting careers” Wally explained “You work at the post office in the early mornings, he works the night shift at a Whole Foods. Not only are you the most available, but thanks to your job, you’re cool under pressure and won’t freak out of something goes wrong”

“Wally has a point” Howdy said “You remember that fight that broke out in the store last time you were there. You immediately took charge and acted as a mediator to help break it up before security could do anything”

“If anything, behind that sweet attitude is a smart soldier” Frank added, making eddie blush

“Well…If you really think i’m capable, you don’t mind if I drive, do you?” Eddie asked shyly “My car is darker, so it’ll be less likely to be spotted”

“Deal” Wally smiled before turning to the others “The rest of you be on standby just in case something goes wrong in the worst possible way”

With an affirming nod, the group all went back to their homes, Eddie taking the briefcase just in case Eric tried looking through Wally’s house to get it back. Wally waited all day, practicing his painting while he did before Eddie pulled up in his simple, black Camaro. Wally got in, tablet in hand, and directed Eddie to the right house. The arguing was really bad tonight. Poor Willow was crying again as Wally pulled out his phone and called the cops.

“HCPD, how can I help you?” A lady on the other line spoke

“Hi, I’d like to report that I might’ve found the killer of the Darling couple” Wally said

“Wait, really!?” The lady spoke up “Where is he!?”

“Number 2059 West Maple Avenue”

“Damn, that’s in the suburbs. No wonder we couldn’t find this guy. Alright, a squad is-”

Before the lady could finish, a loud shot was heard inside the house, making both Eddie and Wally jump

“What was that?” The lady asked, having heard the gunshot

“…I think the guy shot a gun” Wally said worriedly

“Okay, don’t move. Help is coming” The woman said before hanging up

“We’ve gotta get Willow out of there!” Wally said as he dropped his phone and dashed for the house, Eddie following close behind

Willow screamed from inside, a scream that quickly got louder as she saw Wally and ran for him. Wally was going to pick her up, But Eric came from behind and headlocked her, picking her up and backing away as he held a gun to her temple. Behind them, Wally and Eddie could both see Jessica dead on the ground with a bullet hole in her skull. It made them sick, but also sad that the one person Willow saw as her mom, the only one in that house who tried to save her, had died to try and make that happen.

“Stay back!” Eric shouted, Willow crying out as she struggled in his hold, finding it somewhat hard to breathe, though not impossible “You bastards should’ve minded your own damn business!”

“It is our business!” Wally shouted, rage evident in his eyes “Especially since you took my sister away!”

“This brat is mine!” Eric screamed “This is how a puppet should treat it’s fucking master! And you made her disobey!”

“Please let her go” Eddie begged “She’s just a child”

“No! I’m making sure nobody will find this brat again!” Eric shouted as Willow got an idea “And you can’t stop me-AAAAAGH!!!”

At that moment, as the sirens were being heard coming closer, Willow bit down into Eric’s arm and ran towards Wally, not even thinking about catching her breath. Wally bent down and held her in his arms, but turned his body around when Eric pointed the gun and fired, Eddie, getting down to avoid the shot…

…Silence filled the air followed by a thump. Willow let out a scream as Eddie ran to place pressure on a fresh gunshot wound in Wally’s chest. The guy was struggling to breathe, his vision blurring and his hearing muffled as he heard sirens of the cops and an ambulance. The cops dragged a screaming Eric to their car while the paramedics took Wally straight to the hospital. Eddie had to stop Willow from running after him, holding her back so the medics could do their jobs. Once she stopped struggling, once the ambulance drove off, Eddie washed his hands in the house sink and took Willow to the car, driving her to his apartment. It was small, but quaint. Eddie set Willow on the couch and got her something small to eat, not wanting her tummy to be too upset after what she just went through. She didn’t eat anything. She just stared at her plate for forty-five minutes before the landline rang. Eddie picked it up.

“Hello? This is Eddie” He spoke to the other person on the line, though Willow couldn’t hear what the other person was saying “Uh-huh…Yeah, she’s safe. How’s Wally?…Yeah? Oh my gosh, thank you so much!…Yeah? Oh…Oh, I see…No, no, I’ll tell her…Yeah, I’ll deliver the news…He’s going to be okay, right?…Okay…Yeah, thank you” With that, Eddie hung up the phone and approached Willow slowly “Well…The good news is he’s stable”

“Will he be coming for me?” Willow asked, her voice quiet as she set the food tray aside

“…That’s the bad news. He’s in a coma right now, so he won’t be able to wake up for a little while” Eddie explained, pulling the little puppet into his arms “He’ll wake up, I’m sure of it, but he needs some time, okay?”

Willow hugged Eddie, fresh tears coming to her eyes as she nodded tiredly

"...Okay. I trust you..."

[princesspuresarahk]

Meg Fanfic

Chapter: 7 Cleveland's Resolution and Hidden secrets in the attic?

In the Griffins attic Chris shines a flashlight around the room, looking at all of the boxes.

"I think Mom mentioned that our birth certificates and family history photos are somewhere up here. Maybe in the back, I think?" He questioned as Meg joined him inside Chris needed help with a big homework assignment on their family for a family history tree his class is doing for November and Chris wanted to get ahead and asked his sister to help him look which Meg happily agreed to help him.

They know some of their family history of being mostly Irish descent on their father's side with some African from their great ancestor Nathaniel and their mother's family were Holocaust survivors of either Ukrainian or possibly Russian and that was pretty much it. "I'm sure it's up here somewhere with all this stuff up here it might take a while," she replied while blowing some dust away from a case. That was a bit of a mistake with dust that got everywhere causing it to go up her nose making Meg have a bit of a sneezing fit "Oh my ahh ahh-Chhhoo! Achoo! Achoo! Oh so much dusty achoo!" She winced moving away from the dusty area despite dust and cobwebs being everywhere!

"It's definitely been a while since this place has been cleaned," looking around Meg found a duster to clear off some of the webs and dust showing off a few harmless spiders until it was clear from a section looking to Chris pointed him in a group of boxes "let's start in this section and then work our way to the back I'm sure the stuff is here somewhere," before putting the duster back where she found it as the two siblings set to work to look for.

Once again at The Clam Cleveland was ready yet nervous about confronting his friend as he sat at the usual booth he and his friends usually sat slowly taking a few sips of his beer to calm his nerves a bit knowing he had to stay sober for "you can do this Cleveland you have to for your God baby's sake and Donna's it has to be done," whispering to himself as he noticed Quagmire and Joe come in heading to their spot give me a calm smile he greeted them "hey guys what's up Hey where's Peter he should be here by now?" Wondering where their friend is as he's usually the first one to come here.

“Heard he got some trouble with Lois and a bit upset,” Quagmire replied.

"so I've heard, is he still sleeping at that Motel?" He asked trying to keep neutral but seem to be worry looking for his friend "Lois must be still pretty mad at him huh,"

Joe nodded. “A lot. This could be the longest time she was angry.”

"have mercy," he mumbled as Jerome came by with their usual drinks and gave Cleveland an encouraging nod to talk about what he and Cleveland discussed he wanted to talk about with his friends taking a deep breath he let the words out "Hey fellas," he asked a bit out loud who turned his attention "what is it's Cleveland?" Quagmire asked first noticing something was on Cleveland's mind "Yeah what's up buddy something on your mind," Joe asked the same taking a sip of his beer.

Taking another deep breath Cleveland put it out in the truth"Have you guys ever wondered in truth be honest ever questioned why we are friends with Peter sometimes?"

This question seemed to have caught Quagmire and Joe by surprise! “What do you mean, Cleveland?” Joe asked him.

(Courage Cleveland keeps going so they can understand) "What I mean is well been on my mind for a while I know Peter can be a good friend but there are times I've been thinking has he ever been a truly good friend or person especially with us or to his family,"

Back at the Griffin house Meg and Chris were still searching for those family pictures and journals but no such luck. Looking through box after box Meg turned to Chris if he found anything yet "Found anything Chris?" So far nothing as Chris shrugged "Nothing yet, but I found my birth certificate," holding his said paper in a frame. Well, that's one thing to find Meg walked to the darker side of the attic " They gotta be here in the back it'd make sense. Turning on her phone flashlight looking around.

Meg starts to look at anything that could be new to her.

Looking around she came across an old trunk that had the Pewterschmidt initial on it Meg's memory came into her mind remembering back when she was 8 or 7 seeing some albums and other stuff in this trunk that their grandparents brought for their mother to see they must have forgotten it and Mom decided to put in the Attic "hey Chris I think I found what we're looking for," walking over to it she tried lifting it but with no access. Dang, it was a bit heavy "Hey Chris come over and help me with this this thing weighs more than Dad," she half-joked giggling a bit Chris laughed at the joke it was a bit mean but it doesn't hurt when he's not around. Walking over to help Meg they both each got one side of the case "Okay on three..1..2..3..LEFT!" Taking a breath they lifted the heavy trunk carefully to the open space of the attic well doing so next foot sounded like caught on to something costing her nearly trip and almost losing her grip on the trunk "Whoa that was close," she gasped looking behind her she noticed one of the old floorboards loose.

She gets closer, seeing that there is something deeper inside. Looking down at the open piece of floorboard Meg noticed something peeking out there was something in there (but what?) "Um Meg the trunk is getting heavy can we set it down now," Chris called interrupting her thoughts "Oh sorry Chris here we go let's settle this down here, yes there we go," she apologized helping resettle the trunk onto the open space so they can open the trunk in the meantime as Chris opens it back a bit Meg brushed the dust and old webs from her hands fully turning back towards the open correct floorboard.

She looks to see an album book. "Huh?"

Carefully lifting the 'surprisingly' loose board to get a better look It was an album book! It was pale pink and small, small enough to hide in a hidden area looking closer she realized it wasn't the only object in there. Was that an old jewelry box like one of those she'd seen at their grandparents? Lifting it she slowly opened it but quickly closed it when a little tune started playing.

"What was that?" Chris heard the sound coming from where Meg was sitting.

"It's a music box. It's so... nice." She replied.

"Where'd you find it?" Now curious Chris walked to where Meg was sitting putting the box down and lifting the small pink album.

"It was under the floorboards for some reason," looking down at the music box again she noticed there were initials on it. Looking closely she realized they were her mother's mother's initials L.P.P Lois Patrice Pewterschmidt "But why would Mom hide this for some reason?" She questioned before going back to the album flipping it open she noticed a few pictures of her mom in it along with a piece of hair taped on the side looking closely she looked at me being hugged by someone with only their arms and chest in view based on the angle of the camera but she realized must have come from a Polaroid camera and whoever was hugging her she could see it definitely wasn't Peter. She also noticed a date written on it looking closer she realized it was taken months after her parents married what?

"what the heck..?"

This didn't make any sense when she heard Chris behind her asking the same thing "Hey is that Mom when she was younger and who's that hugging behind her?"

Back at The Calm

Peter walks into the bar, seeing that his friends are already there. “Hey! You’re all here!” He exclaimed with excitement.

The guys quietly greeted him after their long difficult conversation about their 'friend' as Peter settled down with them the three stayed hushed about the topic until Cleveland was ready to speak with Quagmire being the first to speak up "So Peter how are you and Lois doing have you two made up yet, we've heard on the grapevine she was pretty mad at you,"

"She's still mad but I'm sure she will get over it," Peter replied.

"And if she doesn't then what Peter I think you should find a way to make it up to her," Joe added.

"Joe's right Pete, if my Donna was that ever angry with me I would definitely want to make up and think about my actions and how it affects her," Cleveland chimed in getting ready to confront his friend about Meg.

At the Griffin's Attic

"Who is this guy Meg?" Chris repeated breaking Meg from her sudden daze she realized she was looking at the photo trying to figure out the question herself.

"Oh yeah sorry Chris..I..I don't know Chris..this just doesn't make sense to me," flipping through the album that shows her Mother in different poses smiling shyly as she's looking at someone lovingly.

(It must be that guy who was hugging her but again who is he?) She thought her curiosity was at its peak when she noticed some other pictures at a later time showing her mother with a small baby bump! Looking closely she noticed the date written on it, a strange uneasiness in her mind as judging by the numbers this would have been the time her Mother was pregnant with her.

Chris seemed to notice her uneasiness Meg? You ok,"

"Y-yes, Chris." Meg still felt concerned.

A sense of dread was creeping up on her as she continued to look through the pages seeing hints and bits of the guy her mom was hanging about. Given her mom's history with men she had a deep feeling there was more to this guy than she realized and her point was about to be proven when she noticed near the end of the page some folded paper sticking out.

With shaky fingers, she slowly pulled it out and opened it her violet-blue eyes now widened with every emotion running through her veins as she saw what it was a birth certificate! Meg felt her body begin to shake in a slight panic. "Chris, are you seeing what I'm seeing? This..this can't be real can it?" She'd seen her birth certificate before reading both her parents' names but this said something completely different.

Chris could definitely see what it said looking at the birth certificate said for the mother Lois P. Griffin, but the Father, Stan Thompson.

This was something concerning especially with Meg as Chris noticed how quiet Meg had become.

Many emotions could be seen in her eyes confusion, anger and betrayal.

"Why would Mom hide this?" She whispered rereading the certificate and looking it over, again and again, it should be proof of her mother's handwriting with her baby footprint and the 'other man's written in a style similar to her own as it clicked in her head!

The hidden pictures, the cut piece of hair, the photos and the hidden birth certificate the reasons why she probably wanted to keep this hidden.

Meg was starting to feel numb as tears peaked in her eyes with the emotions shown on her face "So this was the reason," a part of the reason why she was treated the way she was? With the emotional and physical pain, the treatment of putting her down so much and being seen as an outcast.

"what is it Meg, what's.. what's wrong?" Chris was now concerned about his sister seeing the tears begin to fall from her face slightly showing red from holding back the tears and trying to keep her emotions in control but it was too late her eyes couldn't help it as her face flushed in rising anger and wanting answers from their Mother Lois!

Donna was hanging out with the kids finishing up some paperwork when she heard her husband come in "Hey baby, how'd it go with the guys did you talk with Pe.." she stopped mid-sentence when she noticed his saddened face with slight anger in his eyes that told her what had happened with his talk with Peter she turned to the kids "kids I need you three to go upstairs for awhile Cleveland and I to talk privately ok," Roberta and Junior nodded in understanding when Rallo asked why Jr. Pulled him aside just in time.

"Don't worry about it Rallo come on let's go upstairs I wanna show you the map I drew out in detail for all the good candy spots this year!" That got Rallo's attention as the three went ahead minus Roberta who stopped just out of sight to listen when Cleveland Jr. noticed he called out to what she was doing before she gave a "hush" motion putting a finger to her lips wanting to listen. Her, stepbrother nodded understanding as he and Rallo went to his room, Roberta leaned against the top of the stairwell carefully listening in on her parents as Donna gave a concern look towards her husband "It went that bad didn't it huh?" Cleveland gave a nod as he took off his jacket "It did Donna it truly did," giving a sigh and rubbing his temples as the anger left his eyes and were now full of melancholy "Peter Griffin and I are no longer friends," another headache was coming as Donna gave him a gentle hug in "you knew what to be done Cleveland," whispering soothing words Cleveland gave another tired sigh "I need a water and a aspirin," they walked to the kitchen as Donna filled him up a quick glass of water and headache medicine and back to the living room. Donna asked some more questions "What about Joe and Quagmire did they take your side?" Remembering his other friends were going to be there.

Donna sighed at his response. She shouldn't be too surprised that there is a mixed reaction.

"But if it will keep my goddaughter safe it's a friendship I'm willing to end," he reassured proudly he said determined with a small smile.

Donna responded with a kiss happy and proud of her hubby for helping Meg.

Speaking of his goddaughter "By the way where is Meg?"

Suddenly Donna and Cleveland heard a loud commotion from the open widow coming from the Griffin House.

Very loud yelling came from the open front door showing Lois had recently gotten home and it seemed she and Meg were arguing about something serious, judging by how angry Meg sounded. This concerned Donna as she and Cleveland walked out towards the Griffin's walking cautiousness as she caught a few words being yelled "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!" She sounded (Oh dear Lord,) "YOU LIED TO ME!" Donna was growing more worried "SO IT All Makes Sense I am not that that SOB's daughter and YOU Kept It From Me MOM Cause OF YoU MY Life Was HELL!"

A sound of a 'SLAP!' echoed from the house causing Donna and Cleveland to freeze in shock at what they just heard!?

Their shock instantly ended with the thunder in the dark clouds as the rain began falling drizzling down before heavily falling hard on the ground they saw Meg running out of the door her hand cradling her right cheek as hot tears fell from her face as run holding her backpack close tightly against her chest not hearing the call of her Auntie Donna "Wait, Meg what's wrong!?" Blinded by the clapping thunderstorm with the emotions of anger, confusion, heartbreak and betrayal all one swirling like a tornado her mind and aching heart with the only instinct in her was to run! Runaway from that awful house and that awful family of hers!

"Meg! Meg! Honey wait please come back!"

Donna cried but it was too late Meg ran so far off in panic that Donna couldn't keep up in the incoming rain Donna almost tripped on the sidewalk if it wasn't for Cleveland catching up to keep her steady "Woah careful Donna are ya alright," he asked as Donna steadied herself "Yeah baby, I'm good but we gotta find Meg," they footsteps turning to see Roberta behind them with umbrellas

" what happened we heard yelling outside and when we looked Meg ran out of the Giffins what the hell happened?" Roberta asked handing the other umbrella to her folks and looking around for Meg wondering where she ran off to.

Donna looked over to the direction Meg had run off now worried to the bone. She shouldn't be out there especially with the weather getting colder, especially at night and dangerous. A frown fell on Donna's brow as she angrily looked back at the Griffin's house her inner Auntie Mama Bear showing "Yes, Roberta something did happen and I'm gonna find out now! In the meantime go get the car warmed up and some flashlights, Cleveland can you go get Joe we might need his help," she calmly ordered as Roberta gave a nod jogging back to the house to do that. As did Cleveland who gave her a look of worry handing her the umbrella to head to Joe's he asked Donna "What are you going to do baby," who was marching towards the Griffins with determination and anger in every step.

"To demand answers from Lois and what the hell she is hiding!"

Cleveland knows that he needs to think of something quick before things get worse even further.

Chapter: 8 Alone in the dark. as Meg cries out the pain in her heart in the rain and dark. A furious Donna confronts Lois on her daughter's treatment and a distraught with guilt Lois finally reveals the truth!

credit to the beautiful Taffy aka www.tumblr.com/queenofcandynso… for being part of this fanfic : )

If ya'll are wondering how Cleveland's confrontation went with Peter and how Meg's confrontation went with her Mother? Feel free to write in reply in what you think happens in those scenes. : )

[leehestia]

first operation || optional bias x reader

Pairing: doctor!bias x nurse!reader

Genre: married au, hospital au, fluff, suggestive

Warnings: hospital romance, pda, operation, mentions of blood, tumors, a lil swearing, mentions of seducing, mentions of cheating

Synopsis: Wherein Y/N's husband, H/N takes his first operation as lead-surgeon, and Y/N does her best to show her support and love for him.

A/N: This is based on Season 2 of Mischievous Kiss: Love in Tokyo!! But I decided to make the male lead less of a jerk and actually a caring husband LMFAOOO + i switched things up but i really got inspired by the drama and wanted to fix my frustration on how much i fucking hate naoki🥰 /hj

...

"H/N! Dinner's ready!" You call out to your husband.

Your majestic, smart, beautiful husband walks down the stairs, a binder in hand. You admire him, as he walks towards you.

"Stop daydreaming, Y/N." He sighs, sitting down on the counter chair. "Can't help it" You shrug, H/N still focused on the notes.

"What's that?" You ask him, eyeing at the item in his hand.

"A binder."

"Duh... I'm asking what it's about." You cross your arms.

"Notes for my first surgery."

"What?"

"Notes for my first surgery."

"As in... Your first first first where you're the lead surgeon!?" You scream in joy, your husband side eyeing you.

"Yes, Y/N. Please serve the food already."

"Eyy, you're a grown up already. Get it yourself."

He sighs, standing up. You take his spot to look at the binder, amazed.

"Oooo! You're working on this patient. I handled him once for my training." You chuckled.

H/N hummed, "So I heard."

He walked towards you, sitting beside you, a plate filled with mac and cheese in hand. "Mac and cheese again, Y/N?" He looked at you, annoyance in his eyes. "Why, you still eat it don't you?" You teased, still reading the patient details.

"Alright, alright. Give it back..." He said, trying to grab the binder back.

"Wait! Let me finish that page at leas- mmph!"

"H/N!" You groaned, as he pulled away from the kiss. "That will shut you up." He smiled, your eyebrows furrowed. "Yah! You can't just kiss me out of nowhere! A warning please, H/N!" You grumbled.

"You were on it again. Stop trying to peak into my notes." He said, reading the binder.

You pouted, standing up to get your food.

...

"Did you know?" One of your colleagues spoke, "Y/N and Dr. H/L/N are married?"

"What? You're joking!" Another colleague of yours laughed.

"No, it turns out they got married in college, Y/N was still in fashion design at the time. It was said that she transfered here because of H/N!" "How'd you find out?" She whispered.

"Apparently, people have sighted them share a very very short kiss in the lounge room, thinking no one was there!" Your colleague laughed.

"Well how'd you know they're married?"

"It's a secret, but since you seem very invested, why not!" She went close to her ear, "Nurse Hwang accidentally caught a glance of Y/N's birth certificate, it stated that she's married." Your colleague gasped. "And you know how she has Dr. H/N's last name? Obviously because it's because their married!"

"Gosh! And i've been swooning over a married man this whole time!" She giggled. "Maybe you should continue to, even try to seduce him! Y/N's obviously no match for such a perfect man like Dr. H/L/N!" They laughed.

"What's this about?" The head nurse interrupts the conversation. "Oh, Nurse Itsuki... it's nothing! We were just talking about Dr. H/L/N's first lead surgery!"

"I see... well, get back to work then." She replied. "Yes ma'am." Your colleague smiled, before both of them went along to do their tasks.

...

3 more days before his operation, you decide to take him out to the amusement park on his day off.

"Hey, you're skipping work just for this?" H/N complained.

You hugged his arm, "Yes! Of course I want you to get every work-related thing to get off your mind for today so that your beautiful brain can rest! Besides, the head nurse allowed me, because she knows how much I love you~" You giggled.

H/N simply smirked as he looked at you.

"Let's go there! Go win me a teddy bear!" You exclaimed before dragging him to the games.

...

Two days before the operation, you went to H/N's office.

"Yah, H/N!" You called. H/N turned to look at you standing at the door frame, annoyed.

You approached him with a grin, before closing the book he was reading, and pulling him out of his seat.

"What now?" H/N groaned.

"Oh no, I can feel your energy!" You exclaimed as you tightened the grip on his hand. "You're extremely tired! Go take a nap!" You smiled, before pushing H/N on the patients bed.

"Y/N, I have things to review..." H/N said groggily.

"Mhm, yes you do! But so that you can review it properly go take a nap. You were on the same page for more than 30 minutes!"

H/N just stared at the ceiling as you pulled a blanket on him.

"Go take a nap, I love you." You said, before kissing him on the cheek.

H/N just turned to look at you with a smile, before puckering his lips. "Here too." He whined.

You just looked at him, baffled.

"Really?"

"Yes. Give me one, now." He puckered his lips again.

"Aish..." You approached him, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

"I'll see you later, H/N. Now go to sleep." You caressed his hair.

H/N closed his eyes, and you quietly left his office.

...

1 day before the operation, you entered his office again. "H/N, my mom told you to give you a back massage and to bring you to the church!"

"I'm too busy to go to the church, and I don't need a back massage." H/N nonchalantly said. "Then at least the back massage!"

"I'm fine, Y/N..."

You sighed, crossing your arms. "I'm just too worried about you..." You pouted, sitting on H/N's extra chair.

H/N turned his chair to look at you, "Come here." H/N instructed, gesturing you to sit on his lap. You obliged, sitting down.

"I don't need any manifestation or anything, Y/N. I just need you." H/N sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist and putting his chin on your shoulder.

"I know, but I just really really can't help it!" You complained. "All the nurses who found out about our said that I'm no match for you, and I'm a horrible wife... and if that is true, the least I can do is show you support!" You whined.

H/N frowned as he heard what you said. "Have more confidence, Y/N. I chose you. I'll never choose anyone else except you." He affirmed with a smile.

You slightly turned your head to give him a kiss on the head. H/N hummed, as he slowly closed his eyes, chin still on your shoulder. You felt his head hit the side of your neck.

"Are you sleeping?" You whispered.

H/N's response was only soft snores.

You didn't know how to get out, you didn't want to disturb him. You gave up trying to look for a way, and just fell asleep as well, still seated on his lap.

...

"H/N!" You quietly tried to call your husband who was currently seated in his office, door opened. He didn't seem to notice, making you look left and right before entering his office with no whatsoever warning for your husband.

"H/N!"

"Oh god Y/N!" H/N says, surprised. "Sorry... I just wanted to bring you this for good luck." You softly said, handing him a bento box.

"Thank you, Y/N." Your husband smiled. "...But are you sure you really want to give me your food... as a good luck?" He asked you.

"No... not really." You chuckled. "That's what I thought." H/N sarcastically smiled, before handing the bento box to you again.

You frowned, "Then what do you want me to give you?"

"Nothing, you're extremely bad luck." Your husband insulted you, making your eyebrows furrow.

"Yah, you married me and yet you don't expect support from me as your wife?" You placed the bento box on his desk once more, before turning your heel to leave.

However, you were quickly stopped by your beautiful husband, as he pulled you towards him. He gave you his iconic cute smile before sitting you down on his chair.

He closed the door of his office, locking it before walking towards you.

"H/N..." You looked at him as he removed his lab coat, throwing it on the patients bed. You giggled at his actions, as he leaned down to match your sitting height.

Your noses touched, as you wrapped your hands around his nape. You looked at the man above you, his eyes closed as he holds onto your thighs for support. You leaned in, and gave him a short kiss before quickly pulling away.

"Yah, make it longer!" H/N glared at you.

"Hmm... should I?" You mischievously teased.

H/N rolled his eyes, before kissing you. You quickly responded to the kiss, your hands slowly moving up to the back of his head, touching his soft hair (if he's bald I'm so sorru 💀) His hands transferred to your waist, pulling you up so you both can stand.

You whined in the kiss, as H/N makes you sit down on the patients bed as he continued to kiss you. Your hands tugged at his hair, wanting it to go further, until H/N abruptly stopped, looking at his watch.

"I have to go now..." He whispered against your face. You whined softly as you gave him puppy eyes and a pout.

"I'll treat this little make-out session of ours as a good luck charm." He smiled, before giving you a chaste kiss.

He pats your head, quickly grabbing his coat, then leaves the room. You were left in his office, alone. So you decided to use this opportunity to read his notes.

...

You spent at least 4 hours reading all his patient notes and studies, extremely intrigued. You heard a knock on the door, making your heart skip a beat due to the shock.

The door was immediately opened, worrying you. "Dr. H/L/N I need some- oh." One of your colleagues, Nurse Satomi had caught you in the act of reading your husbands notes.

"Ah~ Nurse Satomi!" You laughed, "I was here to get some notes for Dr. H/L/N! He told me to do it before his surgery ends which is at least..." You stopped for a moment to check your watch, "30 minutes from now!"

"I see..." Nurse Satomi smiled. "Let's go out together, shall we?" You offered, Nurse Satomi giving a nod in response.

You both exited the room, heading for the operation center. You and Nurse Satomi waited outside, and talked about the patients of a recent car crash.

You noticed a little girl and a woman, which is most probably her mom, waiting on the set of seats across you. You assume that they're the family of the patient H/N is operating.

You stare at them for a while until Nurse Satomi asks you a question that made you jump.

"Are you dating H/N?" She asked

You saw the woman and little kid look at both of you, shocked. You slowly turned to look at Nurse Satomi, who was waiting for an answer.

"N-no, not exactly dating..." You said in response.

Nurse Satomi suddenly gasps, "Then you're siblings?!"

"No, we aren't." You chuckled. "Then what are you both? Why are you so close?" She raised her eyebrow as she crossed her arms.

"We're uh- we're-"

"Dr. H/N!" The woman earlier suddenly called. Your husband and his assistant doctor during the operation came out.

"Oh how is he?" She asked your husband. "He's doing fine. We removed the tumor, so now he just has to rest here for about a month so that we can run tests as well just incase of any problems or casualties." H/N said. "Oh thank you so much doctor!" The woman bowed.

"No problem ma'am. Thank you for trusting me." H/N bowed back.

H/N then finally noticed your presence, and excused himself.

He walked towards you, reaching his hand out for you. You took it, and stood up. He bowed to Nurse Satomi before he linked arms with you.

"Let's eat?" You asked him. "I have to change clothes first, dumbass."

You looked at his clothes and gasped. "Oh you're right!" You laughed.

…

You and H/N walked to the doctor's shift room, and you waited for him to change. He came out in his doctors gown and you were confused.

"You have a shift today?" You asked. "No, I don't. I just felt like wearing it."

You scoffed, "Your first operation got into your head didn't it? So now you feel like a real doctor now huh?"

"Hm, I guess so~" H/N teased.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, walking away. "Hey, wait up!" H/N caught up with you, taking your hand and pulling you to face him.

Your heel turned, almost tripping, until H/N caught you by the waist.

"So clumsy..." H/N smiled. You furrowed your eyebrows, fixing yourself to stand properly.

"S-stop teasing me." You mumbled. H/N giggled, as he pulled you in for a kiss.

"Dr. L/H/N, Nurse L/H/N! What are you doing!" The head nurse shouted as if she witnessed a murder.

All the people around turned to look at the two of you. Embarrassed, you suddenly ran away, H/N following behind you.

"Y/N! You'll be working overtime for this!" The head nurse shouted as you ran away.

And that is how the whole hospital found out about your marriage. :)

The end. (Be ready to suffer btw)

[sydneysspins]

Fact Checking Blog #1 / Looking for Previous Works

by Sydney Phillips

Since this assignment came about, I knew the first thing I wanted to focus on was Imane Khelif. The Algerian professional woman’s boxer who recently underwent social media harassment and threats for her performance in the 2024 Paris Olympics. Out of this dumpster fire of social media harassment came J.K Rowling. Author of the *very famous* Harry Potter series that inspired a series of movies and even a theme park to be made after her successes from Harry Potter. You might be wondering, “What does J.K Rowling have to do with boxing” and the answer is NOTHING.

The discourse sparked from a boxing match between Imane Khelif and Angela Carini, her Italian competitor, who pulled out of the match just mere seconds after it began. Within their 46 second round, Carini abandoned the match which lead to Khelif’s win. Carini never attempted to shake Khelif’s hand after the round and spoke to a camera saying “I felt severe pain in my nose, and with the maturity of a boxer, I said ‘enough’ , because I didn’t want to, I didn’t want to, I couldn’t finish the match” (Beacham). Since Carini’s unexpected decision, this rose speculation about Khelif and her background.

In 2023, “Khelif was disqualified from the 2023 World Championships after failing an unspecified gender eligibility test” (Beacham). As this came to light, people rose their pitchforks and lit their torches against Imane Khelif and her gender became the spectacle of the Paris Olympics.

To name a few people who were ready to take down Khelif, Logan Paul, YouTuber turned podcaster and CEO who has his own problematic past, former President Donald Trump and J.K Rowling. Below, there are multiple tweets from Rowling’s personal twitter page where she openly criticizes Khelif and even says Khelif is a male.

Now, Rowling is not a stranger to openly revealing her problematic thoughts on her social media pages. She has openly condemned the transgender community as well as shown racism towards the black community in her books and in real life.

When this became a trending topic on Twitter, I didn’t immediately chose sides but instead, did my own research into Imane Khelif and her background.

Khelif has always competed as a woman in women’s events, including the 2020 Tokyo Olympics. Her father, Omar Khelif, even took to national television showing his daughter’s birth certificate on French television. Algeria also does not recognize the LGPBTQ+ community as persons and CBS Sports states that “It is unlikely the Algerian government would allow someone identifying as anything other than a heterosexual and their assigned gender to represent the country on a world stage” (Mahjouri).

Most of the discourse and outcry of Khelif’s gender seemed from Khelif’s “…inability to compete under the International Boxing Association, a sanctioning body banned by the Olympics since 2019” (Mahjouri). Both Khelif and another competitor, Lin Yu-Ting were disqualified after an unspecified gender test was administered. As the discourse continued, the International Boxing Association President, Umar Kremlev, allegedly revealed the test dented the prescience of XY chromosomes. Kremlev then spoke in a press conference stating “These testing [sic] show that they have high level of testosterone. Like men. They have men’s level of testosterone. We cannot go further into our investigation — whether they were born like men or some changes intervened at the later stages” (Mahjouri). This is where people took what Kremlev said and ran, including J.K Rowling, forming their own narrative and incorrect opinions and spreading them online.

Since Kremlev’s press conference, Mark Adams, a spokesperson for the International Olympics Committee stated in a press conference Sunday, “The test themselves, the process of the tests, the ad how nature of the tests are not legitimate. The testing, the method of the testing, the idea of the testing which happened kind of overnight. None of it is legitimate and this does not deserve a response” (Mahjouri / Adams). Adams continues to say “I would just say that everyone competing in the women’s category is complying with the completion eligibility rules, They are women in their passports” (Adams).

The International Olympics Committee has since stripped the International Boxing Association of their status as the global governing body for boxing due to governing issues and judging scandals.

So is J.K Rowling correct in her belief that Imane Khelif is a man brutally punching women?. The answer is NO. J.K Rowling, Donald Trump and Logan Paul have all spread misinformation on the internet with their false narrative of Imane Khelif being a male. Imane Khelif has been a victim of social media harassment and gender policing on a global stage.

Sources:

Beacham, Greg. “Algeria Boxer Imane Khelif Wins First Olympic Fight When Opponent Angela Carini Quits.” AP News, AP News, 5 Aug. 2024, apnews.com/article/olympics-2024-boxing-gender-4b6eb881cce9c34484d30c68ad979127.

Beacham, Greg. “Who Is Imane Khelif? Algerian Boxer Facing Gender Outcry Had Modest Success before Olympics.” AP News, AP News, 4 Aug. 2024, apnews.com/article/olympics-2024-imane-khelif-boxing-paris-2eb07d442ffb29a61e09911884dcdaa9.

Mahjouri                                                                                                                                                                                Aug 9, Shakiel. “2024 Olympics Boxing: Who Is Imane Khelif? How the Algerian Boxer Became a Symbol of the Gender Debate.” CBSSports.Com, 9 Aug. 2024, www.cbssports.com/olympics/news/2024-olympics-boxing-who-is-imane-khelif-how-the-algerian-boxer-became-a-symbol-of-the-gender-debate/.

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NEW SURPRISES AND DISGUISES CHAPTER!!

I'm making it my mission to finish this fic this year... and we now have one of the most important chapters, the start of the final arc... <3

And the chapter is called Stairgate, a song, and I think you know what to expect.

Read on ao3 by clicking the link, or read under the cut.

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For every new person that found out the girls were dating, the more they started to show public affection to each other. There were some that hadn’t figured it out yet though, or at least hadn’t mentioned it to them.

The girls had no idea that some of the boys were theorizing about their dating life. And, that the ones theorizing, seemed to not even consider that the girls dated each other. 

“I’m running out of options!” Broduey admitted.

“It’s so hard to tell,” Leon said, “They don’t say it openly.”

Diego passed them by and once again chuckled.

“You know!” Broduey said, pointing at him. “You know who they’re dating and you’re not saying it.”

“No, because it’s fun seeing you figuring it out.”

“Can you give us a hint?” Andres asked.

“The only hint I’ll give is that you’re thinking too straight.” With that, Diego left.

The boys looked at each other, confused.

Violetta and Francesca sat on a bench in the park, watching the view together.

“I wonder what life will be like in the future,” Francesca said.

“How far in the future are you thinking?” Violetta asked.

“I don’t know… how about 10 years from now?”

“10 years from now, we could be parents… which is really wild to think.”

“Oh, gosh… my parents were 34 when they had me.”

“My mom was 25 when she had me,” Violetta said. 

“Woah! Luca is turning 25 next year, and he’s… far from ready to be a parent!”

“Yeah…”

“How come she was so young?” Francesca asked. “Were you an…?”

“As far as I know, I’m planned,” Violetta chuckled. “But my mom was a famous singer, and I guess when you’ve been touring from age 18 to 24, you kinda want a break and maybe want to settle down. I was a bit surprised to find out she was only 25, but I saw her gravestone… born October 1969, died september 1999. She was 25 going on 26 having me.”

“Wait, but you said you were five when she died.”

“Yes?”

“So, in 1999, you should have been four… not five?”

Violetta stared into thin air. “But… yeah, you’re right. But… I was five? I remember celebrating my fifth birthday with her. Either they wrote the wrong year, or I’m actually born in… 1994…”

They stared at each other briefly.

“It has to be the first,” Francesca said. 

“Yeah. I mean, I’ve seen my birth certificate.”

“Should we like… go home to your house and confront your dad if he has lied about your age all this time?”

“Honey, you read my mind.”

Violetta almost bursted the door as she went inside. 

“Oh, hi, sweetie-” Germán said before Violetta pointed accusingly at him.

“When am I born?!”

“Uh-”

“When?!”

“1995! June 26th!”

“And is that the truth?!”

“Yes! Why wouldn’t it be?”

Violetta took a deep breath. “Because I just remembered that mom’s gravestone says she died in September 1999 and by that logic I should have been four, but I remember celebrating her fifth birthday with her!”

“Ah… Vilu… sit down. Hi, Francesca, I didn’t see you.”

“Hello, yes, I also exist,” said Francesca. 

The girlfriends sat down as Germán tried to tell the story.

“You were born in 1995, I promise. It’s just… your mother… you see, she did die in the year 2000, when you were 5. And I was in such a sorrow that I didn’t notice that they had put the completely wrong year on the gravestone! I got to check it before and everything! I didn’t even realize it until they tried to call me about it, but at that point I had already moved away with you and didn’t have a plan to return. I think Angie and your grandma were really mad about it.”

“We were,” Angie said, suddenly coming into the living room. “But we were also grieving and we just… didn’t have the energy to argue with the one that made the terrible mistake. So now everyone will believe she died in 1999, except for us who know… it’s been so many years it feels way too petty to do anything about it right now.”

“Angie, what are you doing here?” Germán asked.

Angie sighed. “Sometimes I just… am here. Anyway, I can confirm you were born in 1995 too, Vilu. I wrote about it in my diary. You were a very cute baby.”

“So I’ve heard,” Violetta said. 

“Yeah… sorry for the confusion. Hi, Fran, by the way. How are you?”

“I’m good!” Francesca exclaimed. 

“Good, we have that out of the way…” Violetta said, taking a deep breath. “Fran… you wanna stay here and do something?”

“Yeah, let’s go to your room!”

“Eh!” Germán put out his hand. “No… uh…”

He looked at Francesca. He didn’t really know how to handle it. For some reason, he felt more… soft, when it was a girl that dated his daughter. He knew the same boundaries and strictness should apply to her, but he for some reason felt more… careless.

“... I forgot what I was supposed to say. My apologies.”

“Okay…?” Violetta said, as she took Francesca’s hand and the two walked upstairs.

Angie gave Germán an amusing look.

“What?” Germán asked.

“It’s not easy to know what to do when it’s a girl, huh?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

Priscila came home right before dinner. Badly timed, that’s when Violetta and Francesca walked downstairs, as Violetta was saying goodbye to her. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Violetta said, as she left a kiss on her cheek.

“Mhm!” Priscila coughed, standing with crossed arms. 

Francesca smiled nervously. “Well… goodbye!”

As Violetta closed the door, she expected Priscila to tell her something. Maybe that she didn’t want Francesca here, or that Violetta was acting inappropriate. But instead, Priscila just walked into the kitchen.

Violetta sat down at the table with Ludmila and Federico, as they waited for Germán and Priscila to finish talking in the kitchen. They didn’t hear what they were discussing.

“Darling,” Priscila said, “Are you really sure you should just let Violetta’s… girlfriend in here?”

“She has never caused any harm,” Germán shrugged.

“I know, but… you don’t like when she has boyfriends, did you?”

“No…”

“So why is it different when she has girlfriends?”

“Because… uh… well, it’s Violetta’s best friend, too! I would never kick out her best friend! Would you kick out Ludmila’s best friend?”

Priscila had, in fact, kicked out Naty on multiple occasions because she thought she had a “bad influence” on Ludmila.

“Of course not, Germán! I’d never!”

Germán put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Priscila, it’s nothing to worry about.”

”I know… I know… I guess when… Ludmila doesn’t have anyone she dates, I project it onto Violetta.”

”It’s understandable. I might have done the same, if Ludmila was the one dating someone.”

Priscila chuckled. It was obviously a fake chuckle but Germán didn’t notice.

The next day, everything was normal in the studio. They had a dance lesson.

“And left, right, kick!” Gregorio said, showing the choreography. “Come on, get some energy into it!”

He walked up to Violetta and Francesca. “Don’t dance so close, you two.” He gave them a knowing smile.

Leon, Andres and Broduey exchanged unsure looks.

“What did he mean by that?” Andres asked as they walked out after class.

“Maybe it was just a random Gregorio comment,” Broduey suggested.

“He kinda made a comment he usually makes to couples…” Leon said. “What if…”

“You don’t think… Francesca and Violetta…” Andres said, trying to figure it out.

“Nah…?” Broduey said unsurely. “They can’t…?”

Francesca and Violetta suddenly passed them. The three boys instinctively hid.

“Gregorio’s comment today…” Violetta said, hiding an embarrassed giggle.

“Yeah, although he was right. We were dancing too close. I couldn’t help myself…”

“I know, I couldn’t help myself, either.”

They laughed and pressed their foreheads together.

“I wanna kiss you,” Francesca admitted.

“No one’s watching.”

The two girls shared a kiss, before linking fingers and walking away.

The guys gasped.

“They…” Andres said.

Leon facepalmed.

“How could we have not seen it?” Broduey asked. 

Francesca and Violetta decided to go for a walk, as it was 2 hours until their next class. 

“Hey, I have an idea,” Violetta said, “What if… we go in a direction we never have before?”

“Oh my god, I love that idea!” Francesca said. 

“Let’s hope we don’t get lost, like in Madrid…”

“Hey, this is Buenos Aires. We live here. And if we don’t recognize it anymore then we just go… backwards.”

Violetta chuckled. “Yeah.”

The girlfriends didn’t get lost this time. Something worse happened… but it didn’t happen yet. 

They arrived at a rather large staircase. They went up it and walked around the area.

“Vilu, do you know what you wanna do after graduation?” Francesca asked.

“I… I don’t know. I just live in the here and now so much that I haven’t thought much about it. How about you?”

Francesca smiled. “You know how many offers I get about performing in Italy… and maybe I’ll move back there.”

Violetta squeezed her hand. “That sounds great.”

“I’ve been nervous to tell you that, actually… especially due to last year, when you went out of your way to make me stay…”

Violetta hugged her. “Fran… it was different then. You didn’t want to move back.”

“No, I didn’t… I had my whole life here, and it was in the middle of the semester…”

“Exactly. But after graduation, you can do what you choose. And Italy is calling for you, isn’t it?”

Francesca acted shy. “It is…”

“Yes… and you’re gonna be such a superstar in Italy.”

“Yeah…”

“And I’m gonna be your number 1 fan… I’m gonna show up as a surprise, you think I’m in Buenos Aires and then I show up when you perform in Milano…”

“That sounds so romantic, Vilu!”

“I know!”

“And I’m gonna write so many songs about you and my fans are gonna theorize who’s it about…”

“Aww!” They hugged each other tightly, and then shared a kiss. 

What they didn’t know was that a certain woman named Priscila happened to be nearby. 

She was just passing by, and she didn’t like what she saw. 

Why were they just kissing, out in the open?

It was already bad when they were kissing in her house, but now they gotta show it to everyone?

Suddenly, Francesca’s phone rang. “Oh, it’s my mom. I wanna take this.”

Violetta grinned. Then, her own phone rang. It was Angie.

“Hi, Angie!” She walked further away to be able to hear. Francesca did the same.

With both girls having their backs turned, Priscila walked up to Violetta. She wanted to hear her conversation.

“Hi, Angie… Just on a walk with Fran. Yeah… we’re gonna be back for your class, I promise! Yeah… home? Yeah, it’s okay… me and Ludmila are getting along better. Priscila…”

Priscila tried to listen more carefully. What was the girl saying about her now?

“Priscila is more difficult… I can tell she definitely judges me and Francesca. If dad wasn’t home, she’d probably push Francesca down the stairs! Ok, yeah, I know… I’m overexaggerating, but it feels like it… yeah. Yeah, we’ll talk later. Bye.”

Priscila couldn’t believe it. How could Violetta say things like this?

Talking trash about her to her aunt… ugh! This behavior was unacceptable! Disgusting! 

She talked about Priscila being capable of pushing someone down the stairs… Well, maybe Violetta deserved getting pushed down the stairs.

Violetta stood right by the stairs. Priscila took a deep breath.

Right then, Francesca said goodbye to her mom, and turned back. 

Priscila snuck up on Violetta and without hesitation, she pushed her.

Violetta tumbled down the stairs.

“Violetta!” Francesca screamed, horrified.

Violetta landed at the bottom, lying down. She didn’t get up. 

Francesca turned to Priscila. “You! You pushed her down the stairs?!”

“You can’t prove anything,” Priscila said and quickly walked away.

“Hey!” Francesca didn’t know what to do. Chase after her, or… 

She ran down to Violetta. She was her top priority.

“Violetta! Violetta, Violetta!”

She knelt down, almost crying. “Please…”

Violetta scrunched her face up, tilting her head.

“Vilu!”

“Huh? What… happened? Did I fall down the stairs?”

“You got pushed!”

“What?”

Francesca hugged her. “Oh, Vilu… we need to get you to a hospital…”

“What? Why?”

“I won’t take any risks!” Francesca felt the tears running down her face.

She looked back up at the top of the staircase. 

She didn’t like Priscila Ferro before, but now… she had turned into the worst person she had ever encountered.