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I know outwardly during the trial Herbert would act as if it didnât affect him (save for glaring at Dan, probably) but what if he had a trial in his head? A nightmare of sorts? Realising that, if he doesnât escape, his scientific progress will be confined within a cell? Doubting his ability to continue? Questioning if he truly is âmadâ? Mischaracterising Dan to be someone who was itching to betray him? I mean, heâs got to have some moments where he doubts if heâs doing anything right. They might be few and far between, and he always gets over them (for better or for worse) but he still has them.
MY RAMBLING MAKES NO SENSE I HAVE IT LIKE ALLLL IN MY HEAD HOW DO I WRITE IT DOWN
also my dad. I love him
i really REALLY donât like these but Iâm forcing myself to post everything I doodle
#reanimator#herbert west#daniel cain#carl hill#re animator#hes a toys in the attic kind of crazy#truly gone fishing#my brain feels like mush I canât even write#How do people do literary analysis. I cant even write a comprehensive paragraph#arc doobles
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wdym elias lindholm went to the locker room but didnât look injured??? hey wdym by that??? like actually what do you mean ahah??? oh heâs not back for the second either??? oh lol wdym???
#my stomach. it hurts and iâm scaredâŚ#elias iâve had you for like. 12 games⌠but i imprinted on you in a way that i can only do to swedes named elias#not watching as i have bigger fish to fry. but if he is truly Gone. i will take it personally#canucks lb
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L'isola degli uomini pesce (Screamers, 1979)
"Oh, well, I can understand that a scientist like Marvin is ready to give his life for a discovery of this magnitude. But you don't give a damn about science, do you, Rackham? All you care about is the treasure down there, and I'm damn sure it won't be used to promote anyone's research."
"Yes, I'm afraid you're right. I intend to keep it all for myself. Dreadful, isn't it?"
#l'isola degli uomini pesce#the island of the fishmen#screamers#italian cinema#1979#sergio martino#cesare frugoni#luciano martino#barbara bach#claudio cassinelli#richard johnson#beryl cunningham#joseph cotten#franco javarone#cameron mitchell#mel ferrer#eunice bolt#roberto posse#giuseppe castellano#franco mazzieri#known by a dozen different titles and in a number of different forms; i accidentally downloaded the Screamers cutâ an American version#which cut about half an hour of Martino's filmâ added a newly shot prologue with Ferrer and Mitchellâ and enhanced some of the#gore fx. I'd rather have seen the og film and will have to get to it eventuallyâ but even in bastardized form this was a lot of fun#largely that's down to Johnson's superbly manneredâ urbane villain. he's clearly having just the best timeâ chewing up the scenery#and being just despicable whenever he's onscreen; a villain for the ages truly. against him is poor Cassinelliâ having just an awful#time as he goes from disaster to disaster. mix in some human experimentsâ the lost city of Atlantisâ a heap of treasure and some#stranded convicts and you have a riproaring adventure film that's honestly more Boy's Own adventure than the sloppy sleazy nastiness#I'd gone in expecting (and most of the sloppy nasty that is here was added by the US!). oh and apologies for the slightly risquĂŠ picture#I've chosen to end this post withâ but it turns out there's a whole photoshoot with Bach and the fish men and it's kind of amazing#ok i just read that apparently Johnson rewrote most of his dialogue for this and that only makes me love him more
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so. john has finally seen mizumono & now receives msgs like this when even mildly prompted
#no wonder his therapist quit LMAO#bestie. he kidnapped her anyway.#hannibal rlly said ''will graham doesnt love me WAAAâ#time to take my therapist with me to cry to her on what wouldve been mine and will's honeymoon:')''#bedelia du maurier#she truly thought she'd be able to get rid of him as a patient after the first time he didn't let her drop him#btw. unironic Hannibal Lecter Did Nothing Wrong from me here<3#john on the otherhand is like ''??? WHY DID HE DO THAT. HE COULDVE HAD WILL AND ABIGAIL AND JUST /GONE/''#he doesnt Get it. thats what prompted this. will Gutted hannibal first. emotionally.#john's reaction also to ''you really think you could change me the way ive changed you?'' ''i already have:)''#when the cam flashed to hannibal was ''u can tell he's like 'aw man. maybe i Shouldnt have done that''' (''that'' being ''gutted will'')#skdhskfj#mizumono is the Most emotional we see hannibal prior to that point. he's so meticulous in all his plans. every detail deeply thought out#sometimes years in advance#and then all it takes is one scruffy brunet with a nack for fishing and criminal justice to turn him into emotional putty#rip.#nbc hannibal#hannibal lecter#will graham#hannigram#mizumono#hannibal s2#.png#hannibal.png#hannibal.txt#.txt#johntent
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Song of the Day: February 26
âDiamonds in the Mudâ by Gerry Cinnamon
#song of the day#another song off that same excellent concept playlist by losersimonriley#there's so many more Scottish bands added to my circulation now it's wonderful#this is a song specifically about Glasgow being his hometown so he uses more of his accent for it which I love#I've been pestering my brothers with accent and slang fun facts for a while now#more or less since the first time somebody had Soap use a particular Scottish saying in their CoD fic and made me go over all !!!!#'innsidh na geòidh as t'fhoghar e' translates to 'the geese will tell it in autumn' and reading that nearly made me explode#because when I was a small child and I asked my uncle too many 'why' questions he told me not to worry about it#that the geese would tell me next fall#amazing to me to find out decades later through Call of Duty fanfiction that that's an actual phrase#preserved for who knows how many generations between the first Scottish folks who must've brought it to Appalachia#and then eventually my Uncle Tommy who decided to use it to turn the aggravation tables around on a child#I'm thinking about that again now not just because it still blows my mind a little bit#(really truly had so firmly accepted it as just my Uncle Tommy trolling me with nonsense. it's such a thing he'd do)#but also because of a specific bit from the end of the song 'it's thirteen degrees and there's folk in the street in the scud'#that's just under 60F (a blissfully warm sunny day in Glasgow it seems) and 'in the scud' means 'naked'#which is also a thing I've almost heard from my family!#my aunts up the mountain and therefore also my father at times would say 'in the scuff' (my aunts with a little tilt to the vowel sound)#there was a sort of connotation of it being a silly or immature or maybe drunken sort of naked. an unimpressive naked at least#like 'Tommy fell into the muddy end of the pond trying to catch that damnfool heron' (this is a true story btw. take that Uncle Tommy)#'when he got back his wife made him take off all his clothin in the yard and hose down first. had to walk into his house in th scuff'#and then all the old ladies cackle about Tommy walkin through his door 'both heads hangin low' and my dad winces a little bit#it's important I share all these memories with my siblings now. most of the family's dead and gone and the boys don't remember#very fun for me to tell the stories now and see Nick do the exact same wince at the slightly mean-spirited dick commentary#just a little family legacy in action. thank you Gerry Cinnamon#(in the spirit of song-of-the-day though I will share my favorite line without the contextual boost of silly ereborne family stories:#'I know a guy who's a lightweight / one or two jars and he's buckled#he's the guy that loses keys / has to break into his ain house and gets huckled'#ungodly fun to sing and I do know several of this guy. not related to them though. my whole family drinks like fish)
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The best C & C line is "I'm through being full of all the might you want killed".
#and whatever the second bridge/verse of sentry the defiant has going on#youre frigtened of leaving this truly gone fishing amalgam go fetch your gun#indulging my hyperfixation#coheed and cambria
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unreal how i was unable to relish in the fact that i had a per dinosaur during the time period where i had a pet dinosaur....
#like....a bonified actual factual DINOSAUR in my goddamn living room#for YEARS man#I loved him so much he was my little budgie buddy#but it truly never crossed my little idiot fish brain that the guy in my house was a dog-gone dino#smh my fuckin head man#one day i'll probably get a new pet dino#but that's a while down the line
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finally finished rdr2 for the first time on my computer :) took me 105 hours
#which is pretty good for red dead honestly#going for the 100% now. its gonna take me for fucking ever since i didn't work towards it a ton w arthur#i got a couple of the legendary animals one of the fish a few cigarette cards and like four of the hunting requests#but its okay i love john and im excited to truly utilize the free roam#i know it's technically available the whole time but i feel bad not doing missions quickly#and also it took me a hundred hours to finish the campaign already#this is probably my fourth playthrough? the others were all on the ps4#ive gone for 100% before but never managed it but ill do it this time. swear to god#đŤ
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I.
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#living that 'no red meat' life be like...#id love to fully convert over to pescatarian but FISH IS SO EXPENSIVE#so i suffer with poultry (i am not a poultry fan)#but#and#then i see these people eating the red meat#and im like... damn.... vegetarians are.... oof#bc cutting ALL meats? i can BARELY cut red!#but i am losing weight (probably not entirely related... correlation causation bla blah*)#*i HAVE cut a LOT of fast food trips and soda and have just watched my food intake bc ive decided to make a change....#and ya know#it really proves to me that i CAN change! i CAN improve if I truly want to try!!!#and thats what matters#the ability to follow through!#and i think....#idk#it gives me hope#ive gone back to doing things I like. watching things I enjoy!!#i can watch Trixie Mattel again! (my ex and his friends are Cringe [derogatory]... I actually couldnt watch anything I liked... It was alway#shitty YouTubers talking about Magic The Gathering and Pokemon... and I couldnt object...#i was nothing but a live in maid and when I couldn't do that I got ignored... I wasnt treated well and I guess I set myself up for that but#it still wasnt right! I DESERVE BETTER GOD DAMNIT)#anyway#i REALLY want some shitty McDonald's burgers rn i stg im so fucking glad I live 20mins out of town bc I am so tempted rn#it is ONE AM... The MACCAS WITCHING HOUR! I AM HUNGY... and thursity#but I have a 40 pack of water in my car (I cant afford a LifeStraw filter pitcher and I NEED one for safe water)#byyyyeeee
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fennel green apple salmon salad fuck yeah !!!!!!!
#very sad i bought a piece of salmon yday it was like 6 euros (i mean its salmon) i got it from da fridge in da store straight into my own#and then today it was Bad. it was supposed to be good until thursday i am VEYR sad. i had already prepared everything else tho#so i just had to go and buy a different piece of salmon which luckily was on saaaaaale i love you AH#feel rly bad about the whole entire piece of salmon i had to toss but yk. like there is literally nothing to be done i truly cannot eat it#and i need to remind myself that eating meat that's gone off just bc i dont want to toss it is like wildly inappropriate ESP fish#so . theres that . still sucks tho
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Hi đ
I'm loving your work so far and had to follow for more!
I was wondering, if you're not busy, if you could do the scenario when the reader tells them i can hold the whole world in my hands and the other looks confused and the reader holds their face in their hands with the hazbin crew + striker and how'd they react to it?
If not, it's totally cool. I look forward to what you put out next! đ
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"I can hold the entire world in my hands. Wanna see?"
tags: gn!afab! reader// gn!ftm! for angel, fluff, cuteness, established relationships
Alastor
A crackle of radio feedback as his eye twitches when you reach for him, calms for a second when you cup his face. His clawed hands rest on top of yours. He's rather confused, how is this holding the--
"You're my whole world, Alastor~!" You grin up at him, lovingly.
The facade of a smile he always wears slips for only a second. But it's one second too long and you catch it. His eyebrows relax, lids drooping, cheeks pushing upwards and he beams at you softly. A genuine smile crossing his lips. He cups your face in return, puffing your cheeks like a fish and a muffled laugh track plays. Leaning his forehead against yours, he grins.
Softly, he whispers, "And you are mine, mon cour."
Lucifer
Immediately his eyes well up. He doesn't have the need to act all cool and collected when he's a total softie. He leans his cheek further into your palm, his eyelids fluttering shut allowing for a moment of respite. Tilting your chin upwards, he captures your lips in a gentle kiss.
"I love you more than anything. You are my life, sweetling, my galaxy. I would dismantle Heaven, Earth, and all of Hell to keep you and Charlie safe."
Charlie
The meeting with Heaven hadn't gone to plan and now, she's curled up like a little blanket burrito in her crimson comforter. She doesn't say anything when you announce that you can hold the whole world in your hands, but she's definitely curious in the way she immediately watches you with interest. She's confused when you cup her cheeks but soon gasps loudly in realization, eyes welling up. You always know just what to say when she's feeling blue.
"M-me? I'm your whole world? But you're my whole world, too!" Charlie grunts, breaking free of her blanket cocoon to cup your face in return. "Look! Now I can hold the world too~!"
Vaggie
She expected your reaction to be much worse. Vaggie finally admitted, albeit she was forced to tell, that she had been an angel this entire time. You hadn't been sure how to react and it was clear you were hurt by her secret and she respected that you needed time to process all of this new information. What she hadn't expected was you approaching her a few hours later, gently cupping her face and telling her that she was your entire world.
A valve breaks loose and Vaggie begins to cry. She wanted to tell you for so long! She really, really did, but she didn't know how! You hold her close, slipping down onto the floor with her letting her cry on your shoulder.
"I didn't want to keep this part of me a secret, but there was so much risk in people knowing-- if they would directly come for you, I just... I couldn't risk your safety if you knew what I truly was. I love you so much, I just wanted to keep us safe."
Husk
The glass he had been wiping down would've shattered on the ground had his tail not caught it. His wings instinctively fluff up, setting the cup on a rack with the rest of the clean, empty glasses.
"Didja have to get up there to tell me this?" He clears his throat deeply, gesturing wildly to ask what you were doing. You, currently perched on top of the bar counter on your knees cupping his face.
"Yeah!" You chirp with a grin. Husk sighs, grabbing you by the waist and hefting you down and off the countertop. He doesn't say a word when your legs wrap around his waist and your arms slide around his shoulders. His cold nose presses to your cheek and he chuckles softly, utterly happy and in love.
"You're a dork, huh, hun? But you're my dork." Husk purrs softly, pulling you in for a brief kiss.
Angel Dust
Owlishly, he stares at you. That confusion melts into a genuine smile and a soft chuckle. His third set of arms materializes, tugging you in by your hips while the other two wrap around your shoulders and waist respectively. Pressing his soft cheek to yours, he affectionately nuzzles you with a laugh.
"You're full of surprises, ain't ya, toots? Y-you're my everything, baby. My world. The one light in this whole damned darkness I call my life."
Vox
He was expecting something much different from you when you climbed into his lap, turning his attention away from his displayed monitors. Red eyes flickering, he's confused when you grasp both sides of his monitor screen. This is new...?? Vox's gaze widens as you finish your statement, chuckling deeply. Covering your hands in his, he places your hand to his chest where his dead heart would still be beating. You make him feel alive, no heartbeat and all.
"Fuck, baby, that's pretty cheesy. But I liked it." Vox grins, red dripping from the corners of his mouth. "C'mere, sweets. Wanna kiss ya."
Blitzø
Why do you have to say some of the cutest shit? Ugh, it makes his heart feel all weird and he's not sure how to react, but he does appreciate it nonetheless, especially with the two of you being alone. You know he's been working on his emotions, trying to do better. When he can't find the words to say, he nuzzles your palm softly and gives you a wobbly smile before harshly rubbing at his eyes.
"Th-thank you, ah, fuck.. Why am I crying? Must be a damn ninja chopping some fuckin' onions somewhere." He sniffles, deeply sighing. He grasps your hand in his, squeezing it softly. "I'm not sure if the world is a large enough example.. To, y'know, express my love or whatever.."
Loona
She's pretty taken aback by your statement, a soft blush staining her cheeks. Her tail gives a little wag and she smiles. Bending down to your height, she gives you a quick kiss on the cheek, her hand slipping into yours.
"You're such a sap, babe, but I love you too. You're my world as well. C'mon, let's see what kind of chaos Beel is having at her party tonight. Not every day I can show off how amazing my partner is."
Striker
Saying that he's surprised is an understatement. He recovers quickly, a smirk curling up his lips and he chuckles softly. He kisses each of your palms, gently removing them from his face. He tugs you in close, tail swaying behind him. Tilting your chin up, his claw running along your lower lip. He leans in close, lips only inches away. His voice noticeably deepens.
"You're sweeter than pie, ain't ya, sugar? Got my heart and stomach all twisted in knots like somethin' awful. I'm not the best with words but I'd be happy to show ya just how much your tender sentiment is mutual. If you'll have me."
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#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel imagines#hazbin imagines#hazbin hotel x you#alastor x reader#hazbin lucifer x reader#lucifer morningstar x reader#charlie morningstar x reader#vaggie x reader#angel dust x reader#husk x reader#vox x reader#blitz x reader#loona x reader#striker x reader#cherubfae 2024#helluva boss imagines#helluva boss x you#helluva boss x reader
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Hello hope your doing well. Could I request maybe the housewardens receiving a love letter from the reader accidentally. Like the reader accidentally left it somewhere or sent it to them without realizing it.
I got Lilia's General Vanrouge card, so I'm doing very well right now!
Housewardens accidentally receive your love letter
Riddle:
-He gives you a smile as you leave his dorm after an afternoon study session. You'd desperately needed his help, and he had been more than willing to teach you. As Riddle returns, he notices a piece of paper on the floor where you were sitting. As he moves to pick it up, he spies his name on the page, and he begins to read what you have written.
-Riddle's face turns the loveliest shade of red as the letter states your feelings for him, and his heart races. The letter is unfinished, and it's rather clear that you didn't mean for Riddle to read it, but it's proof that you feel the same way about him. And to Riddle, that's all that matters.
-Once he's done, Riddle picks up his pen, and writes his very own letter to you, inviting you to a private tea party. As the pen flows over the page, Riddle's face flushes again. He plans on reciprocating your feelings over tea, telling you just how much he's grown to care about you. In his mind, he's confident and collected. However, when he actually confesses to you, all you see is a sweet boy with a blushing face and eager eyes as he declares his affections.
Leona:
-You certainly didn't mean to leave that love letter, but you did, and Leona found it. His tail lazily sways as he picks up the paper you dropped on his floor. He was actually going to throw it away, until he saw his name. Seeing it captures his interest, and he begins to read through what you wrote.
-Once he finishes, he flops back down onto his bed, still holding your letter. He loves you too, so a part of him is extremely pleased. However, there's a tiny part of him that wonders if you truly understand what a relationship with him would mean.
-In the end, Leona reaches the conclusion that there's no need to avoid getting into a relationship with you since your feelings are mutual. He saunters towards you, with a lazy grin on his face. He shoves your letter in your face, and he laughs when you realize what it is. Just as you open your mouth to speak, Leona yanks you close and kisses you, silently reciprocating your love.
Azul:
-Azul pushes his glasses up as Floyd careens into his office, with Jade trailing in behind him. Any questions die in his throat as Floyd shoves a piece of paper at him with a sharp grin and an insistence that Azul read the letter immediately. Azul sighs, and begins to read, only to gape like a fish out of water.
-He initially has a hard time believing that you actually wrote those lovely things about him, of all people. Old insecurities bubble up to the surface, and they nearly choke out the warmth of his feelings. But as he pores over the letter again and again, your words start to reach him. Hope begins to blossom, and Azul sucks in a shaky breath as he deliberates over how to respond.
-Despite his nervousness, it doesn't take long for him to invite you to a private dinner at Mostro Lounge. When you arrive, you're greeted by the sight of a candlelit dinner. The table is perfectly arranged with all of your favorites, and Azul is a perfect gentleman. But you can tell he's nervous. He keeps fidgeting, and there's a crease in his brow. As you finish eating, Azul clears his throat, and confesses to you. He tells you about the letter, and softly tells you that he loves you too.
Kalim:
-When Kalim spots a piece of paper fall out of your bag, his immediate thought is to return it to you. However, you're gone by the time he picks it up. And he knows it's wrong to look at people's things without permission, but he's curious. His eyes start to sparkle as he reads, and he has to refrain from cheering out of joy.
-You love him back! Kalim practically swoons as he reads the letter again, a bright smile spreading across his face. Already, visions of a happy future with you are playing in his mind. He picks up his phone to call you, but he stops himself. He wants things to be perfect, and so, he calls Jamil instead.
-Kalim is always throwing parties for one reason or another, so you're not surprised by his seemingly impromptu invitation. You enjoy the party, and you happily accept a ride on Kalim's magic carpet. As the stars twinkle above you, Kalim tells you everything. As the two of you embrace, Kalim's eyes fill with overjoyed tears.
Vil:
-Vil's delicate brows pinch in confusion when he sees a letter on his vanity. The confusion only grows when he sees a note from Rook sitting neatly on top of the letter, proclaiming that he'd "found something rather interesting." Vil sighs, and picks up the letter, only for his lips to part in a silent gasp as he reads.
-This is clearly just a rough draft, with crossed out words and notes in the margins, but your feelings come through loud and clear. With every clumsy phrase and every bit of awkward wording, you tell him that you love him. Vil lets out a delighted sigh as he sets the letter down, gently tucking it away for safekeeping.
-It takes Vil a while to decide on the best method for telling you about his own feelings, ultimately deciding that you deserve nothing less than his best. And so, he pulls out all the stops. Throughout the course of a day, he takes you out shopping, books massages, and takes you to all of the best places on the island. It culminates in a wonderful dinner, where he confesses his true feelings for you.
Idia:
-A ping on his monitor catches Idia's attention, and he clicks on the notification. It's an email from you, and he internally groans a bit. He's really hoping that you're not trying to invite him out to something. However, his grumbles turn into a high pitched shriek as he actually reads what's on his screen.
-The email was clearly sent by accident, as it's an unfinished draft, but Idia's poor heart still leaps into his throat as he reads. You love him? Idia scrambles away, muttering to himself as he runs his hands through his pink hair, trying to process what he just saw. Sure, he loves you too, but he never actually thought that his crush would be reciprocated. After a long while of pacing, Idia decides to respond. Well, he tries to. Seeing your letter again just makes him feel all anxious.
-It took a bit of help from Ortho, but Idia eventually manages to hatch a plan to confess to you. He invites you over to binge watch some anime with him. Idia makes sure to have your favorite snacks, and he sits beside you as the episodes start to play. It turns out to be a romance series about a shy man who keeps trying, and failing, to get his crush to notice his feelings. As the characters confess to each other, Idia clears his throat, and awkwardly compares the two of you to the couple on the screen. Luckily, you get the hint, and Idia gets to experience the same happy ending.
Malleus:
-Malleus didn't mean to pry, but his curiosity was piqued when he spied a folded piece of paper lodged in the branches of a bush outside of Ramshackle. Malleus figures that the wind must have blown it there. A quick glance reveals that it's your handwriting on the page, but he doesn't think much about it until he sees the word, "love." He frowns, and reads the letter from start to finish.
-The letter proclaims your amorous feelings for someone who's name isn't stated. The edges of the paper crinkle in his grip as jealousy begins to burn in heart. However, the flames of envy are quickly snuffed out when he arrives at the final line of the letter, a simple, "I love you, Malleus." Oh. Malleus cradles the letter to his chest, a smile spreading across his face.
-Malleus doesn't hesitate to let you know just how he feels, even though it's late. He teleports into your bedroom, and he leans down to kiss your forehead. As you're roused from your slumber, you find him towering over you with a broad grin and your letter still clutched in his hands. He tells you that he feels the same way, making grand declarations of everlasting love. It would be romantic, if you weren't in your pajamas and it wasn't 2 am.
#riddle rosehearts#riddle x reader#leona kingscholar#leona x reader#azul ashengrotto#azul x reader#kalim al asim#kalim x reader#vil schoenheit#vil x reader#idia shroud#idia x reader#malleus draconia#malleus x reader#twisted wonderland#twst reader insert#twst x reader#twst
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baby steps | lando norris
pairing: lando norris x wife!reader (plus their adorable lil kiddo)Â
genre: fluff
warnings: noneÂ
word count: 2.5k
summary: Lando needs a little bit of encouragement to head off to his first race after the birth of your daughter, so what better thing to do than surprise him on race day?
note: this fic can be read as a stand alone or as part of the racer girl series !
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When you first showed Lando the two lines on your positive pregnancy test, your entire world had changed. It felt like such a whirlwind of excitement, and before you knew it you were 9 months pregnant watching Landoâs races on television. It was pure luck that your water only broke the day after the season ended, which meant that Lando had a cherished couple of months with your baby girl, Piper, before heading back to racing.Â
The two of them had become quite the dynamic duo in your household. From the moment that Lando first looked at your daughter, he knew that he was in love. He was an amazing father and you told him exactly that at every moment you could. It was one of the biggest fears that Lando had, being an absent father or not knowing what to do. Before you met Lando he was fully in his bachelor lifestyle, not once even thinking of kids, but now he was the biggest girl dad youâve ever seen, giving into your daughterâs every whim. Itâs exactly why Lando says he wants to give up racing all together once he sees your daughter cry for the first time when he leaves to go to the MTC for the first time since she was born - he would do anything for Piper, he would give up everything he loved if it meant that his little girl would be happy. Luckily, he had you to keep him grounded, and after more than a couple of tearful conversations you had helped Lando make peace with continuing on with his career with you and your daughter there to support him in the background. This was the first week that this was truly going to be tested though, since it was finally time for him to fly to Bahrain.Â
âSay goodbye to daddy!â you say as you pick up your daughterâs hand to make her wave.Â
You can see the way the wheels are turning in Landoâs head as he stays frozen in the entryway. Heâs not forgetting anything, thereâs no way he could with your packing lists that heâs used for every single race since you started dating. Even if he did forget something, he knows he could easily get someone from the team to either shop for him or send it over.
âY/N I - , I donât know anymore about this,â Lando mutters with his grip on the door handle loosening.Â
âLan, cmon now, I canât have two babies in this house at once.â you joke as you pinch his cheek. âBut seriously, youâre gonna be okay? Just do your best out there. Iâm only a phone call away all the time if you need me. Youâre going to be great and weâre cheering you on from here. Iâll send you all the pictures and videos and everything so itâll feel like youâre still with us.â
While Piper canât talk yet, she still reaches out to Lando to gently pat his shoulder - which only brings more tears to the forefront of Landoâs eyes. He always said his daughter was smart beyond her years, able to sense things even some adults donât notice.Â
âWhat if Piper canât fall asleep without me reading her story? What if she learns how to walk before Iâm gone? Or what if she forgets that I even exist?âÂ
âFirst off, I have memorized âthe Rainbow Fishâ perfectly from the 7 different times you taught me it. Sheâs not going to walk because sheâs barely 8 months old. And lastly, sheâs not going to forget you Lando, I promise you that. Do you trust me?âÂ
Lando doesnât miss a beat when he says âalways.âÂ
You hand your daughter off to Landoâs arms in exchange for the carry on thatâs currently in his hands. You know that all he needs to do is hold her, to remember that feeling of being with her so he can keep that memory with him for the week ahead. Youâre not the only one whoâs noticed the way that Piper always immediately seems to calm down whenever sheâs in her dadâs arms. There was something special between the two of them, something so unbreakable - which is exactly what you tell Lando.Â
âPlus I think sheâs in that phase where sheâs starting to like you better, so I could use some alone time with our little bugâ you tease as you squish your daughterâs cheeks. When Lando sees you cracking jokes it makes him feel a little more at ease - if you were so comfortable with this then why shouldnât he be too? With one last hug and kiss, Lando finally walks out the door with a promise to facetime you once he gets to the airport.Â
Piper starts crying the second she realizes that her dad is really gone, and honestly you shed a few tears too.
 âDonât worry Pipes, weâre going to see daddy sooner than you think,â you whisper to your daughter as you try to soothe her. Little did Lando know that you had a bag packed in your bedroom for you and your daughter to surprise him at the paddock on race day.
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The expectations were low for Lando in Bahrain, both from the media and from himself. He had been very upfront about having different priorities this summer than just racing, so he had been a write-off in so many peopleâs minds. Thatâs what made it even sweeter when Lando saw the checkered flag first in Bahrain, marking the very first time he had ever won at the circuit. Itâs no secret that Lando had become more sensitive since he had become a dad, but when he says âThis one is for my girls, I love you Y/N and Piperâ over the radio, it brings tears to everyoneâs eyes.Â
Lando is already over the moon. He gives a big cheer to the roaring crowd before going to hug the rest of the team. Itâs absolutely electric and it really seems like everyone, regardless of whether they are a McLaren fan or not, could appreciate how much this win meant to him.Â
But the sweetest moment is when he spots you. Youâre a little bit off to the side, a couple of security guards standing around you to make sure that nobody would try and trample over you and Piper. Little Piper is wearing a pair of noise canceling McLaren branded headphones on her ears as she hangs out happily in your arms. Itâs like she spots her dad at the same time too, since she starts waving her arms in Landoâs direction. Lando immediately stops everything heâs doing to run over to you two. You have a knowing look in your eye, like you were just waiting for him to finally spot you both.Â
âOh my god, youâre here.â Lando lets out a breath he didnât even know he was holding. Having you both here makes him finally feel complete, like his heart was finally whole again.Â
âThereâs no way we were going to miss daddyâs first race of the season. Congratulations, babeâÂ
Lando has questions of course - how you managed to pull this off without him noticing, whether Piper gave you trouble on the plane, and so much more. For now, though, he just wants to spend time with you two. He almost forgets that heâs at the race entirely, let alone that he won it until a team member comes up behind him to ask him if heâs ready to do his interview 5 minutes from now.Â
When Piper reaches over with her little grabby hands for Lando, you of course give into her whims as you pass her over to the sweaty driver. It also gives you a second to pull out your phone and capture the moment for yourself. Piper is playing with the visor on Landoâs helmet, learning a new form of peek a boo that you know that sheâs going to want to keep playing when you get home. Youâre the one who helps keep Lando on track, giving him one last kiss on his helmet before you tell him to head off towards the hoard of media personnel eagerly awaiting his appearance. When you go to take Piper back from him she refuses to budge, and with both Piper and Lando giving you their classic puppy dog eyes, you know youâre outnumbered.Â
âKeep her safe, Lan, okay?â Itâs a rhetorical question. You know that Lando wouldnât let anything happen to her - but itâs still a big crowd, the biggest youâve ever been since you gave birth, and itâs a little scary to not hold onto her here.Â
You donât think anyone has ever seen Will Buxton this happy as he pulls Lando aside for his post-race interview.Â
âI have to say, congratulations on an absolutely brilliant drive from you today, Lando - and would you like to introduce the special guest youâve brought with you?â Will asks with a grin.Â
Lando canât help the similar smile that is etched on his face as he looks at his little girl. âThis is my daughter Piper, and sheâs just the best thing that has ever happened to me. And I canât share enough praise for my beautiful wife Y/N too - words canât describe how much she means to me.I really wouldnât be standing here in front of you today without her support.â Lando looks back at you with a smile and kisses Piper on the cheek to end off his sentence, but Piper seems to be more interested in the texture of the mic than her dad at the moment.Â
âWhat does it mean to you to have this be your first win as a father, Lando?âÂ
âOh man, this little girl is everything to me - I just want to do my best on the track so that Piper can look back and always be proud to have me as her dad.âÂ
The moment is made extra sweet as Piper tosses and turns in Landoâs hold so that she can cling to him like a koala bear, pulling herself further into Landoâs chest. She is starting to like the microphone just as much as Lando, so she pulls her face right onto it before she says her very first word - âdadaâ.
At first Lando thinks heâs hallucinating - thereâs so many people around and thereâs so much noise that he can barely hear himself think. But then Piper says it again and he canât help but start to cry.
âShe -, she- called me dada, oh my god I canât believe it,â Landoâs in pure disbelief as he stares in awe at his little girl and looks back at you watching in the crowd. For a minute he forgets that thereâs a full corral of people watching him until he hears a collective âawwwâ from the crowd. âSorry itâs just -, wow, sheâs never done that before.â he says sincerely as he wipes the tears from his cheeks.
Itâs now Piperâs turn to cry as she gets overwhelmed with all the eyes that are staring at her, pushing the microphone away from her as she buries her head into Landoâs shoulder. She is just a little kid, after all. Lando wraps up the interview as fast as he can, apologizing as he whisks Piper away to try and lift her spirits.Â
Luckily itâs time to head into the cooldown room, which proves to be the perfect place for Piper to calm down from her outburst. The antics continue there as Lando bounces Piper on her lap, pointing to the TV screen to show her all the highlights.Â
âLook at daddy about to overtake uncle Charles! And thereâs uncle Alex, and uncle George...â Lando continues to retell the story of the last two hours as the other two podium sitters, Max and Oscar, chime in intermittently. Sometimes Piperâs gaze falls to Landoâs new hat instead of the screen, but heâs happy to have her in the room with him to share this moment.Â
You have to really bargain with Lando to get him to hand Piper back to you so he can head to the podium by himself - itâs only at the rational explanation of not wanting your baby covered in champagne that he finally gives in to reason. Piper loves seeing the celebrations on the podium, adding in some cheers of her own when she sees her dad jumping up and down with joy on the podium. The little girl is addicted to the shine of the Bahrain trophy in the sun and you and Lando both later joke that she likes the piece of metal better than the both of you combined.Â
Itâs no surprise that Piper falls asleep on the car ride home - you do the same next to her as the jet lag catches up to you both. Piper still keeps one hand firmly on the trophy, having barely let it out of her sight since Lando brought it to her. Lando canât help but feel so lucky as he looks through the rearview mirror at the both of you.Â
It never gets any easier - leaving. The next weekend Lando heads to the United States and Piper cries the whole day once she notices that heâs packing a suitcase. Youâre honest with Lando when you tell him that youâll see him once he gets back, thereâs no way you and Piper would be able to handle all the time changes and long haul flights that would come with going to every race.
You still watch every race though, throwing sleep training to the wind as Piper often stays up at all odd hours to watch with you. There are so many moments where you wish that you could be there with Lando, especially with the season heâs having. As the journalists would say, Landoâs âdad powersâ have brought him his best ever start to a Formula 1 season, as he has yet to finish outside the top 3 so far.Â
âWhat do you think is going to happen when I donât come home from a trip with one of those?â Lando jokes as he sees your daughter absolutely enamored with the newest addition to her trophy collection. Itâs the Australian GP trophy, which proves to be the perfect vessel for Piper to put her cereal pieces into. The little girl has taken to yelling as her new favorite hobby, and she shows it off every time she squeals with joy when Lando walks through the door after a race.
âI donât want to find out, so youâll just have to keep getting podiums, Lanâ you joke back as you lean your head onto his shoulder.Â
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author's note: oh man, this has been sitting in my drafts FOREVER as i tried to perfect it but i really wanted to share it with you all. Thanks for all the love - asks are open if you want to say hello or make a request! Until next time! - Em đ¤
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Ourmmm can I request a headcanon of nicknames Sebastion and the reader would give each other? Only if ur not busy of course đđž
This one's really cute, absolutely! nobody has any need to be shy here! â¤ď¸
We're here for the fish content.
đSebastian Solace Nickname Headcannonsđ
Warnings: N/A
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If You're Enemies:
⢠He's mean to most people but he's AWFUL to you
⢠Half of the things he uses to refer to you are curse words
⢠Bastard, Dumbass, Dickhead, ect... He can't even be bothered a good portion of the time, not with you
⢠And then there's days where he's feeling EXTRA
⢠"You look like your mother dropped you into a plinko machine."
⢠"Do you always act like you crawled out of the dredges of 4Chan?"
⢠"Oh, there's my favorite little insect!"
⢠The second he finds out you have mommy issues, he calls you motherless. You're missing your left eye, hand, leg, or ear? He'll call you Righty. Deformities and Mutations alike, he's petty and likes to take cheap shots
⢠Chance to call you by your name: 0%
If You're Acquaintances:
⢠You're probably a buyer, so Patron, Customer, Unfortunate Guest, and Expendable are all on the table
⢠If you work with him religiously, he might call you something special like 'Traitor' or 'Survivor'
⢠Customer Service says "try make sale", so he's most often short but sweet. Most of his mean commentary comes out when you're not in the shop
⢠"Oh, now, There's just the person I wanted to see! Welcome back."
⢠Doesn't talk to you much, so there isn't a ton of things he really calls you, you're towing a pretty neutral line
⢠Chance to call you by your name: 60%
If You're Friends:
⢠Actually genuinely wants you around, so now you get actual, meaningful interactions with this man other than buisness!
⢠He calls you Stupid and he calls you Clumsy, even occasionally calling you Reckless, Dummy, or Sucker
⢠If you're a little goblin, he calls you Crawler and Vermin
⢠And then he turns around and calls you Bestie, Favorite, and even Treat
⢠"Well if it isn't the Star of the Show!"
⢠Tends to lean towards positive interactions, as having someone he can truly call a friend to him makes him feel a little better about living in a place like this
⢠Chance to call you by your name: 40%
If You're Lovers:
⢠Oh God what have you done? How did you even get this far?
⢠He's SMOTHERING as a lover, and this absolutely extends to the way he refers to you
⢠Before, when you were Idiot, Crawler, or Treat? Now you're his little Idiot, Crawler or Treat
⢠"Is that my little star I see over there?"
⢠"Ah, there you are, my treasure, I was wondering where you'd gone off to."
⢠"There's my sweet little light, what are you doing?"
⢠"Are you doing well, my love? You aren't hurt?"
⢠"If it isn't my darling little diver."
⢠Likes that he's bigger than you not to emphasize that you're tiny and sweet to him
⢠Still hits you with something mean every now and then, probably poking fun at you in some way, most likely as an inside joke or a nickname from wherever your relationship started
⢠(RIP if y'all started as enemies, he's still going to be a bitch to you on his Extra days, it's a funny habit now... Though I guess now it's playful so you win some you lose some, right?)
⢠I'm sure you wouldn't have it any other way, you know the sassy fish you decided to keep very well by now
⢠Chance to call you by your name: 5%
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MuĂąa (Aemond Targaryen x Reader)
Summary: At the start of the Dance of the Dragons, you host a familiar face. But it is not your husband who darkens your doorstep. It is his nephew.
Warnings: Daemon haunting the narrative. Smut. Body image issues, self-esteem issues. Tully! Reader (Reddish undertone hair) Implied mommy issues. Vaginal sex. Breeding kink
A/N: I got no explanation for this. Might end up writing a part 2 if this does well. Pt 2
âTHERE IS a dragon at our gates.â One of your guards announces. You get up from your seat, a wave of nausea already beginning to make herself known. You would rather not face your husband. Not today. Not ever, if you are being truthful with yourself.
You have gained weight. The slim figure that you flaunted at sixteen is long gone. There is more weight in your hips and chest, a bit of softness around your middle. You know he will mock you for it.
âOpen them.â You order, bracing yourself for the uncomfortable encounter. You canât bar him entrance to what is his home too, despite him not visiting in years. âTell him to leave the dragon there. Iâll send it some food.â
The guard bows and exits the room. One of your companions, Lady Whent, starts to pace the hall. She fears what your husband coming here might mean for you. The rumors said he had loudly proclaimed he would deal with you himself.
Your choice to keep the Riverlands out of the war effort is controversial, but predictable. Surely, no one in their right mind thought you would aid your husband install his Queen. Not even him. Not after he had left your shared home and started living in sin with her, shaming you in front of the whole realm. Yet again, no one would have called Daemon Targaryen the epitome of saneness.
You go sit on your throne, placing your embroidery aside. Your tenants are happy enough that you donât hold court as often as the other lords. And when they are not, they still refuse to bring their problems to you unless absolutely necessary. No one wants to burden their poor lady more.
You wish they did. The days would seem less empty that way, rotting away in this castle, your houseâs sigil mocking you from every corner. Family, Duty, Honor, they had promised you. None had come.
The guard comes back. You remain sitting on your throne, the one you hardly use. You intend to receive your husband from a position of power, not allow him to cower you. But when you look at the man next to the guard, your breath catches.
This man is not your husband. This man is not even one of Rhaenyraâs men.
âLady Tully.â He says, taking a deep bow. Very respectful, which would make you doubt his relation to your husband were it not for the fact he shares his silver hair.
âPrince⌠Aemond.â You say, looking at his face. Itâs your best guess as to his identity, considering he has a green banner and an eye patch. He wears all black, the color of House Targaryen. You stand up, and curtsy.
âMy lady.â
âMy husband is not here.â You say, hurriedly. Itâs your first instinct. You do not want that dragon of his torching your tenants.âYou are welcome to check the castle and my lands, but there is no love lost between us. I assure you I am not hiding him.â
âI know.â He answers, lips twitching into a smirk. You find nothing humorous about it, but you do not dare voice it. You do not understand what he is doing here, if not chasing after Daemon. âI understand your people⌠Resent him.â
âIt is not our place to judge.â You say, voice firm. This man is at least ten years your junior, you will not allow him to intimidate you. No matter how he towers over you, no matter how menacing and mean his features seem. He is no Daemon Targaryen, this green boy. Your husband is the only man you had truly feared. âOnly the Seven are perfect, and thus, entitled to judge others' actions.â
âVery devout.â Aemond steps closer to you, his smile widening. The way his face contorts, sharp and with too many teeth, reminds you of one of the piscivorous fishes you have seen swimming up the stream during summer. The look in their eyes is the same he sports now, right before they decide to feast on an unaware trout. âJust like us. Seems like we have a lot in common.â
You gulp. You wish you were less easy to intimidate.
âWe do?â
âWe do. I donât like your husband either. The tales of his prowess have been overly exaggerated. And I do not think you are too keen on bowing to Rhaenyra, considering your marriage will be annulled.â A pair of his fingers pluck a stray curl from your up do, twirling it between his fingers. The slightly copperish undertones of it glint under the candlelight.
The threat looms in the air, uncontested by you. Both Prince Aemond and you know that Queen Rhaenyra would be dissolving your marriage as you speak, were it not for the fact that your husband and her need your lands and men for her war. Annulment in exchange for your life would be a much less cruel punishment than whatever they are cooking.
If you were a quieter woman, a less brave one, you would accept your fate. You would say your marriage had been unconsummated, that you will aid your new sovereign and your ex-husband in their war. But you wonât leave your people to their tender care. With the privileged position your lands have, they are also in the privileged position to be amongst the first to burn.
You are not so craven as to save your life in exchange for the ones of your subjects. Hence, neutrality. Hoping it will spare you. All of you.
âDo you think I want to still be married to him? After all this?â It is not enough, you see it now. With the green banner inside your hall, with the one eyed prince himself sent to rally you behind their cause. Neutrality wonât save you. You need to resist Daemon, not just sit praying he wonât attack you. The Seven know he has no such qualms.
âPerhaps we can make a widow out of you yet.â Aemond says to you, a hint of a smile making his expression turn even more menacing.
Tasting freedom on the tip of your tongue for the first time in years, you smile back.
YOU ARE on your side, Aemond thrusting into you from behind. His hand envelops your hip, greedily grasping your flesh. His other arm is under your head, serving as a pillow. For once, you are not self-conscious.
How could you be, when he had practically begged for entrance to your bed? He wanted you, and the thought of that was as thrilling as it was foreign. You hadn't broken your marriage vows ever since you took them. No man had dared voice interest, considering who your husband was.
Aemond had to convince you to get you here, and you had fumbled like a maiden every step of the way. You didnât dare defy Daemon either. Despite your loneliness over the years, you had never taken another to your bed. No matter how tempted you had been.
When you had seen Aemond, you werenât planning to, either. He was your good nephew, Daemonâs family. It was utterly scandalous, yet here you were.
You werenât too sure how you had ended up into this predicament, though. One second the two of you had been making plans, your Lord Commander eager to be at his service, and the next, Aemond was crowding you against a wall and kissing you with unparalleled hunger. Your doubts had been quieted by his warm hands and eager mouth, as he forced you to writhe on his arms and try to divest him of his clothes. Perhaps he had carried you to your room then. You canât remember, you just hope no one saw you.
âDid he fuck you like this?â He mouths at your ear, lightly biting. No matter how much you want to banish the thought of Daemon from your mind, Aemond doesnât let you. It makes you feel guilty, breaking your self-imposed celibacy with your nephew in law, but he seems to get a secret thrill from it.
You donât have the heart to tell him Daemon and you have only gone to bed together once. The night of your wedding.
You stay silent. His hand slides over your stomach, down to your mound. A single, long finger, slips through your folds and starts to rub circles on your pearl.
âDid my uncle ever make you peak?â Aemond asks you, still rubbing those maddening circles. You canât think. All that is on your mind is a cloud of pleasure, warm and shameful. You shouldnât be in bed with Daemonâs nephew. Nor should you be breaking your vows.
Aemond bites at your nape, sharply. Just like his uncle, he doesnât take kindly to not being the center of attention.
âI asked you a question.â
âNo.â You tell him, closing your eyes. Your face burns with your shame. Perhaps it is the embarrassment at your husband hating your bed so much he never visited It any longer, or perhaps it is the fact that you are breaking a vow you had really believed in. But Aemond doesnât seem to like it, pressing soft kisses into your shoulder in an attempt to relax you.
âI'll give you one.â He promises, rubbing your pearl. His thrusting slows down, allowing the head of his member to hit deep inside you. âIn my bed, you won't want for anything.â
The way he says it startles you. Dark, possessive. As if he doesnât intend to let you go after one night, as if he intends to keep you.
âI don't belong in your bed.â You moan, trying to resist the pleasure that seems so sinful in your eyes. You clench around him despite it, not wanting him to leave your body. His free hand, the one serving as your pillow, grabs at your hair, the auburn mane as a bracelet in his pale arm. The pain of the tug only heightens your pleasure, making your body soar above the wave that threatens to crash and drag you under on the pools of hedonism.
Never before had you felt like this. In your encounter with your husband, as he huffed and puffed over you, you had only felt a quick pain and a vague feeling of shame. He had focused on his pleasure first, kicking you out of bed as soon as he was done.
But Aemond. Aemond stares at you, proud of how you unravel in his arms. He encourages you to do it, taking great delight in watching you fall apart.
âYou do. With your gorgeous hair and your delicious cunt, I won't allow you to go elsewhere. You are a gift from the Mother herself.â He whispers, darkly. âIâll worship you how you deserve, MuĂąa.â
The last word seems to amuse him greatly, for it prompts a chuckle out of him. Itâs an odd sound to hear coming from him. He seemed the kind who took himself too seriously. He licks at the shell of your ear, at your face, slobbering all over you.
It should disgust you, yet you canât help but sigh in his arms. Surrender tastes cloyingly sweet in your mouth.
âI⌠Married.â You repeat, trying to get Aemond to see reason. You claw at his hands, trying to stop him from bringing you this overwhelming ecstasy that makes your body tense, and your thighs quiver. Your mind feels foggy, your wit reduced to half whimpers and softly spoken words.
âI'll wed you, and place my son on your belly.â He grins against your nape, contemplating his final triumph against Daemon. âMy seed will take, where his never could. He is weak.â
âI am already married.â You repeat, a bit more firmly. Aemond laughs, rubbing at your pearl once more.
âShhh, quiet. Quiet, MuĂąa.â He whispers, pulling you to lie under him. He enters you in a single thrust, not giving you a moment of respite. You cry out, nails raking down his back. âI'll kill him. He is just an old man.â
You mutter something. Maybe a reply. Your lips move, incoherent, and you are screaming, the wave of pleasure finally crashing and pulling you under.
âThatâs a good aunt. Squeeze your tight little cunt for me.â He grins, and you think this is it. The two of you are going to the Seven Hells.
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I have no time right now to elaborate too deeply on this thought but I just had a brain worm and I need to write it down before I forget. Who knows, I may elaborate and make this a whole thing with dialogue tonight, weâll see. TW for depictions of Steveâs injuries post s4, vomiting, gore(?)
Steve refuses medical treatment at the end of s4, they drop off Eddie and he hides in plain site until itâs time to take Dustin and Robin home.
They stop at Dustinâs first, both he and Robin getting out to get Claudia Hugs (I just know she gives INCREDIBLE hugs). He drops Robin off at home with her promising to keep her walkie on their frequency. And then he goes home alone.
He tries to shower, it hurts his feet and back too much. He tries to change the âbandageâ but just gently tugging almost makes him black out from pain. So he collapses on his bed and passes out.
Days go by, heâs trying to act normal, like he isnât always running a fever and his sides are itching and starting to smell under the cologne he practically bathes in. It works for a few days at least, but Claudia gets suspicious by day 3 post earthquake when Steve shows up for lunch with flushed cheeks. 2 days later he doesnât show up.
She drives over alone, Dustin is at the Wheelerâs, and she lets herself in with the key Steve gave her and Dustin after last summer. She calls his name, doesnât get an answer but something smells off. Sheâs a nurse, she recognizes the scent of disease.
She hurries upstairs and finds Steve in bed, only wearing boxers and the filthy scrap of cloth wrapped around his stomach. Heâs sweating and has vomited on himself at least twice, recently too. She immediately knows that he is what smells, she can see the pus and blood on his abdomen. Heâs delirious, mumbling to himself and part of her wants to shut down and cry, to go cradle this boy, her son in all ways but blood, but she canât. She steels herself and walks to his bedside to feel his forehead, almost recoiling from how hot his skin is.
As she keeps checking him over, she grabs the phone on his bedside table and calls 911, cradling the phone between her ear and shoulder to keep working. When the operator answers she explains who she is, where she is and whatâs happening.
Itâs a blur after that until sheâs sitting in the hospital waiting room and she realizes that 1. her shirt and her hands reek of Steveâs blood, and 2. sheâs completely alone in the waiting room. Swallowing her tears, Claudia goes over to the payphone and fishes out some coins to call the Buckelyâs. Robinâs father picks up but quickly hands it over when Claudia mentions Steve.
She will never forget the choked off sound of pure distress Robin makes when she hears whatâs happening.
Hours pass, Robin had arrived shortly after the call and her and Claudia have been curled up together in the waiting room every since. They havenât called anyone else, havenât even thought about it, too worried about Steve. Later, Claudia will remember the other kids who adore Steve, Hopper who treats Steve like a son. But in that moment, still not knowing if her boy is okay, she canât.
Finally, a doctor steps out, clearly fresh from surgery, to speak with them. She explains that Steve had a very severe infection in multiple wounds, especially the ones on his side. They had to debride the wounds, which is what took so long. He was lucky that she found him when he did and that he hadnât picked up any truly terrible bacteria. He hadnât gone septic, thankfully, but he was going to be on seriously strong antibiotics for a while. She explained that he was in the ICU and they arenât supposed to let anyone but family see him.
Claudia wanted to scream and sob and go find the Harringtons and get them to come see their son, but before she even says anything Robin explains that Steveâs parents had all but disowned him and her and Claudia were both in his emergency contacts, not his parents.
The doctor lets them see him. They have to wear face masks and gloves, but they can see him. Claudia had never seen him look so small. And there, in that ICU room, her and Robin both broke and started crying. That was how Jim Hopper found them when he arrived shortly after, the nurses having called him. Heâs wearing a mask and gloves but his eyes are wild and scared. He nearly falls over when he sees Steve.
Steve is unconscious for almost two weeks, though the first four or five days or so were due to sedatives - the doctor wanted him to rest and let the antibiotics work. After he was taken off the sedatives he was moved out of the ICU, to a regular room where other people could visit. The kids came and decorated his room, even brought something Eddie had âcommissionedâ from Will (it looked like Steve ripping one of those creepy things from that alien movie apart, which she really didnât get). Joyce brought him the quilt from her couch that he always enjoyed at movie nights and Robin came in every other day with his shampoo and conditioner to wash his hair for him (on days she didnât come to wash his hair, she would come do something else with him. One day Claudia walked in on her painting his nails and her heart felt like it was melting).
The day he finally woke up was the first day Robin hadnât been able to come. Her parents had forced her to take a break and get some sleep, so Claudia was there on her own just reading a book. She was so engrossed in it that she dropped it in shock when she heard the person on the bed in front of her make noise. Her eyes instantly went to Steve and she could see him scrunching up his face and groaning.
Claudia was by his side in a heartbeat, gently grabbing his hand and brushing a hand over his cheek, speaking softly to let him know she was there. His eyes slowly squinted open, clearly struggling to get the energy to move at all. Their eyes locked and his mouth twitched, like he wanted to smile at her. Then, as she was watching him with tears in her eyes, he opened his mouth and spoke for the first time in weeks.
âMomâŚ.â
#stranger things#steve harrington#platonic stobin#steddie#(hinted at just a little)#CLAUDIA HENDERSON#SHE GETS ALL CAPS BECAUSE I LOVE HER#parental jim hopper#robin buckley#just had this idea of steve waking up in the hospital and seeing claudia and calling her mom and UGH
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