#his mother was a supermodel he's the only kid he had with her and his youngest child he has older half siblings

[tricoufamily]

i was gonna show you all of his outfits then i remembered he has the most boring sense of fashion in the world

#and if i showed you all his outfits i'd have to invent some lore reason why for he's always half naked or in something super tight 😔 #you see he uhhhh it's symbolism for uhhh well you see uhhhh #he's not my type at all i don't know why he's bewitched me #very casually and lightly writing his character so i think yeah as i said rich dad who's had a lot of wives #his mother was a supermodel he's the only kid he had with her and his youngest child he has older half siblings #frankie was doing runway modelling in his early and mid 20s (he's 27) but he quits to join his dad's business #he's just kinda fucked around his whole life he's trying to be more serious. i guess #ts4 #ts4 edit #the sims 4 #frankie

[starkwlkr]

Hiii! okay maybe teen mathéo likes a girl so he could talk to charles about it and ask for advice a little father son moment would be cool.

numbers | charles leclerc

hello lovely anon! thanks for the request! for this imagine, I’m going to include mikey and demri schumacher. they are characters that belong to @cs55version from their mick series that i am absolutely in love with!!

I JUST STAY IN MY ROOM TOO LONG BUT I FINALLY HAVE A GIRLFRIEND AND SHE’S THE BOMB — numbers by tempered

While the media saw Ruby Leclerc as the loud, but funny child of Ferrari driver, Charles Leclerc, they sometimes forgot about Mathéo Leclerc, the shy and quiet boy. It wasn’t a bad thing (Mathéo’s exact words). The boy liked not being in the spotlight.

He enjoyed art museums and going to see musicals with his mother and grand-mère. But there were sometimes when the media did question whether or not he would follow in the footsteps of his father. From a young age, Mathéo decided not to pursue a career in formula 1 and his family respected that.

Even the kids at school would ask him when he would start karting. He would always answer with “I’m not going to be a driver. Ask my older sister.”

He grew tired of people at school always asking him about Ferrari, his father and uncle, asking for paddock passes. It was always the same people, people he never even talked to. But there was one day when a girl who had just moved to Monaco came up to him during lunch.

Mathéo’s usual friend, Robin, was sick so he remained home. Now it looked like Mathéo didn’t have any friends and sat alone during lunch.

“Hi. Is it okay if I sit here?” The girl asked, pointing to the chair across Mathéo.

“Yeah, it’s okay.” He replied then went back to eating his sandwich that his mother had made him.

“I’m Giselle.” The girl introduced herself.

“My name is Mathéo, but with an h in between the t and e. A lot of people forget about the h.” He explained.

“Oh, okay. Mine is with two l’s so it’s not like the supermodel’s name, you know the one that was married to Tom Brady?” She asked.

“I don’t know who Tom Brady is, but I know who Gisele Bündchen is. My maman had dinner with her last week.” He said casually. “Wait, you don’t have an accent.” He quickly noticed.

“I’m from America, but my mother’s side of the family is from here. My mom got a really good job offer so here we are,” Giselle explained. “My mom has about of an accent though. She was born here but left when she was ten I think.”

Mathéo had a crush on a girl before. Her name was Eloise. She was the sister of the most popular girl in school so when Eloise asked Mathéo out to the movies, the boy thought it was just some kind of prank.

Giselle seemed nice, she listened when Mathéo had something to say, laughed at his jokes when he made one and she didn’t know of Mathéo’s last name so at least he didn’t have to worry about that yet.

As the school day came to an end, he walked back home only to find Mikey and Demri Schumacher and his sister eating in the kitchen while his mother was on the phone talking.

“Hey, Théo! Missed you.” Demri ruffled his hair as he passed by her to get to the refrigerator.

“You can keep him if you want. I see him all the time.” Ruby teased.

“Maman! Ruby wants to give me away to the Schumacher’s!” Mathéo yelled. He ignored the laughs coming from then teenagers and grabbed a juice then walked out the kitchen.

“Ruby, what did I say about trying to sell your brother?” Y/n groaned from her spot in the sofa.

“Uncle Mick won’t mind having him around!”

“Hi, maman. Is papa around?” The fourteen year old boy asked shyly. He needed his father’s opinion on Giselle.

“He’s in our room, baby. He might be asleep, but you can go check.”

“Oh. I’ll let him sleep then. I’m going to my room.” Mathéo said. He knew how hard his father worked so he rather wait to have a conversation with him. He walked up the stairs to his room and closed the door behind him.

Y/n could see the defeated face on her boy. “Mom, I’m going to call you back. Bye.” She hung up the phone. She got up and walked to her and Charles’ room where he was sleeping peacefully on their bed. He had just gotten back from Belgium and he decided he wanted to have a nap before dinner.

“Charles, sweetheart,” Y/n gently shook his body to wake him up. Charles groaned as a response. “Mathéo wants to talk to you. I have a feeling it might be important.”

“What time is it?” He asked, still not opening his eyes.

“Almost dinner time so you have to get up.”

Charles sighed and sat up in his spot. “Where’s my boy?”

Mathéo was in his room working on his art project. It was a show box diorama of his favorite memory, which was the day of his birthday when all of his family from both sides made it to his party. As he was putting a toy birthday cake in his box, he heard a knock on his door.

“It’s open!” He said, still concentrated on his project. In came Charles with a tired face, but he didn’t care. His son needed him and he was here to listen.

“It looks very nice. Is that Uncle Arthur with frosting on his face?” Charles pointed at a paper drawing of the whole family. Arthur had been drawn with blue marker ‘smeared’ on his face to resemble the frosting of the cake that Charles had thrown at his face the day of the party.

“Yeah, it was kind of hard to find the right shade of blue but I made it work.” Mathéo said, not looking up from his work.

Charles nodded and walked over to the boy’s bed and sat down. “Maman told me you wanted to talk.”

Mathéo finally looked up and slowly turned his chair to face Charles. “But you’re tired. We can talk later-”

“Théo, I’m not tired. I’m okay, now tell me, is someone bothering you in school? Are your grades bad? If it’s about grades then I’m not mad because my grades were not good. Arthur and I used to skip class because of karting so-”

“It’s not about grades. I’m doing well in school. Promise you won’t laugh at me.” Mathéo said quietly.

“Why would I laugh? I’m your papa.”

“Just promise me.”

Charles held out his pinky finger. “I promise I won’t laugh,” Mathéo nodded and was about to speak but Charles stopped him. “No, you have to do the pinky promise. This is serious.” Mathéo chuckled and laced his pinky finger with his father’s then let go.

“Okay, so I was sitting in my usual table during lunch and then this girl comes up and sits with me. Robin wasn’t with me because he’s sick so I thought she felt bad for me because I was sitting alone. But turns out she’s new to Monaco and to the school. We talked and I have decided that she is the coolest girl I have ever met and she doesn’t know I’m your son!” The boy explained. “And she laughed at my jokes, I think I’m in love.”

Charles’ lips turned into a smile. His son had a crush.

“Well that’s a big word for you. She seems nice. What’s her name?” Charles asked.

“Giselle but with two l’s. Even her name is pretty. But I don’t want to seem like a creep and ask her out. How did you ask maman to go on a date with you?”

“Your maman was not an easy person to ask out. The first time I asked her, she said no and I respected her decision. A month later, she was in Monaco and we got lunch with a couple of friends and I asked her again and she said yes. I wanted to take her to dinner but she said that was too boring for a first date so we signed up for a cooking class to make pasta but it was in Italy so we went to Italy.” Charles explained. He was never going to forget that day.

“Why Italy? Does Monaco not having pasta classes?”

“They do, but your mother hadn’t been to Italy so I took her. It’s became a tradition now. On our anniversary, we go to the same cooking class and make pasta. You would think my cooking skills would improve by now, but at least we have maman to help.”

“Maybe I can take Giselle to a cooking class in Italy.” Mathéo suggested.

“How about we start with watching a movie in the local theater?”

#formula 1 #f1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #f1 imagine #anon #inbox <3 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc one shot #baby leclerc series teen edition

[bby-deerling]

Can’t believe we glossed over Dracule “Definitely Has Bastard Kids Running Around” Mihawk. Any other OP baby daddies? 👀 #IVolunteerAsBabyMama

im so glad you asked because i have MANY THOUGHTS about this

kid definitely has a ridiculous number of little redheaded bastards scurrying up and down the grandline. they may be toddlers now but someday they will cause unimaginable terrors.

i really love the idea of doffy having a son that's just like him. he keeps him tucked away and cloistered to ensure the world government doesn't use him as leverage (and to keep outside influences away from him). his baby mama is unhinged and insane (he loves it).

buggy has one baby girl from a one night stand—she'd be a supermodel just like her mother if she wasn't cursed with that damn nose. if she ever gets her hands on him, she beats the hell out of him for being a deadbeat (despite the fact he had absolutely no idea he had a kid in the first place)

don't ask how many kids shanks has. it's too many to count. somehow, though he keeps spawning kids, he only seems to pay attention to the ones he adopts... curious...

and every so often, poor sanji has a nightmare that he secretly has a kid out there. he doesn't, of course, but sometimes he's delusional enough to convince himself it's true for a little while before realizing it was just a bad dream.

#one piece x reader #cilles ramblings #one piece headcanons #eustass kid x reader #buggy x reader #shanks x reader #doflamingo x reader

[mavrintarou]

[4:38 PM] Oikawa Toru [6]

Thank you for your patience, I've got carried away with reading some novels I found on Instagram.

Warning: fluff and explicit smut activities

Fifth part Seventh part

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Toru vaguely remembered a few weeks ago before he knew Y/n was his unite mate, that he had wished there was a window connecting to their units to allow the piano sounds to flow more clearly between them.  

Well, Mother Nature heard his wish. 

He eyed the damage before looking at Y/n’s equally shocked expression. “Well, this is a surprise.” 

“Indeed,” Y/n muttered, walking closer to stand across from him. She could partially see into Toru’s bedroom and Mateo’s nursery. “They weren’t kidding about possible interior damage.” 

They stared at each other for a few seconds before bursting out into laughter.  

“This is crazy!” She exclaimed, breaking into a fit of giggles. After a few seconds she wiped her tears, “today can’t get any better.” 

Toru steps across and over to Y/n’s side, pushing aside the rubble on the ground. “Something we will definitely remember.”  

“Is Mateo down?” Y/n’s eyes are on Toru as he closes the distance between them.  

Toru nodded, standing before her. “Completely out, didn’t even stir when I set him down in his cot in the living room.”  

They gazed silently at each other, enveloped in a world that consisted only of the two of them amidst the eventful day. 

“Would you like… some tea?” Y/n offered, gesturing towards her kitchen. “Or I can bring it over so we hear Mateo if – “  

“It’s okay, we can have tea here. When he wakes up, you will know.” He chuckles, “Mateo makes it known he is up.” 

Y/n smiled and headed to the kitchen, “then I’ll get some tea going.” 

Toru took the opportunity to tour her living room, he walked towards her bookshelf and something immediately caught his eye. “I remember this manga!” Memories began flooding back as he remembered the storyline and which volume he left off. He had completely forgotten about this manga.  

Y/n returned with two cups and watched Toru huddling by her bookshelf. He was so engrossed in something that she set their cups down before approaching him and peeking around his body to find him flipping through the old manga they were once invested in.  

“You remember?” Her voice startled him, making him flinch. She broke out in a fit of giggles, “sorry, thought you heard me… did you ever finish the manga?” 

Toru shook his head, placing the book back on the shelf. “Actually, do you mind if I borrow your books? I wanna reread it.” 

Y/n shrugged her shoulders, “go for it.” 

.  . 

The following morning, Y/n woke up early, her eyes drawn to the clear view through Toru’s unit. It had not registered that the wall between her unit and Toru’s was accessible.  

Crossing across her living room, she peeked inside Toru’s bedroom and found him still asleep. He lay on his stomach with the comforters pulled up to his nose.

Y/n tuned her ears, as she heard faint cooing and realized it was coming from the little white monitor beside Toru’s bed. Shifting over, she peeked into his nursery and she couldn’t exactly see him but she could see and hear him more clearly.  

She quietly tipped toed over and Mateo was definitely wide awake, cooing to himself as he was still wrapped in his swaddle. Their eyes immediately locked and a wide smile spread on his face.  

“Good morning,” Y/n cooed, hovering over him from the side of his crib. “Your daddy still sleeping.” She reached over to loosen the swaddle, freeing his chubby arms as he stretched out his long body.  

Mateo was tall for his age and Y/n found out that he was at the ninety-eight percent tile for his height. It was no surprise considering Toru was tall himself, Y/n guessed if Mateo’s mother was a supermodel that she was most likely tall as well.  

He rolled over onto his belly and shifted his body towards her, he immediately began to whine, wanting to be picked up.  

Seeing that Toru himself wasn’t waking up, Y/n picked up the baby. She spotted a pre-made bottle beside the crib and reached for it. “Are you hungry?” 

Mateo excitedly eyed his bottle as Y/n shook the bottle, mixing the formula and water. She popped off the cap and walked over to the glider in the corner of his nursery. He reached for his bottle and latched on to the nipple, hungrily sucking away.  

Y/n had imagined countless times how motherhood would be when the day came. She had heard about the magical bond between a mother and her baby when it came to nursing and would love nothing more than to nurse her baby. Her heart ached at the thought of Mateo not experiencing that bond with his mother, let alone having a mother figure in his life.  

She didn’t judge his mother’s actions and decisions, but could not fathom how she could walk away and not look back. 

It was beginning to become harder for her to keep Mateo at a distance, she knew she shouldn’t overstep her boundaries, let alone get too close to him just in case… things didn’t work out.  

The thought already tore at her heart if she ever had to walk away from them. 

Was there room for Y/n in their lives? Could she potentially be someone to them?  

Mateo finished his bottle and began chewing on the nipple, cooing to himself.  

“Are you all done?” Y/n asked, lifting him in a sitting position. “We should probably change your diaper?” She stood up and walked towards the changing table. “Should we wake your daddy?” 

“I’m up,” a husky voice answered, “good morning to you two.” 

Y/n turned her head towards the open wall as Toru stood against the frame with his arms crossed. He stood tall and ran a hand through his ruffled hair. “This route is faster than going through the door.” He studded over and kissed the top of Mateo’s head before wrapping his arms around them both. “Morning hug!” 

. 

Y/n glances over her shoulder at Mateo sitting in his walker as her fingers dance across the keys of her piano. He remained in the exact spot she left him when she went and sat on her bench and began playing. His eyes are mesmerized as he suckles his pacifier and watches Y/n giving him a private show.  

An hour ago, Toru received a call informing him that his mother had been rushed to the hospital following a fall at the grocery store.   

“Go. Mateo can stay with me.” Y/n assured. 

Toru exhaled deeply and nodded his head, he leaned and pressed a kiss on Mateo’s head and then on hers, “thank you Y/n, call me if you need anything.”  

Y/n’s fingers gently slowed down as she smiled, noticing Mateo’s eyes started to droop. His head began to nod as he struggled to ward off the drowsiness.  

Completing her musical piece, Y/n stood and approached Mateo, who could hardly keep his eyes open as she drew near. She extended her arms, and he eagerly raised his own, yearning to be held. She cradled him in her embrace, and he nestled against her chest, his eyes closing instantly as he sought warmth and comfort. 

. 

Toru quickly punched in the code on this keypad and hastily entered his unit. Without pausing to remove his jacket, he rushed through his room and into Y/n’s unit. The space was tranquil, and he took a moment to catch his breath before his gaze landed on them, peacefully cuddled together on the couch, fast asleep.  

He couldn’t contain the smile on his face as he took a seat on the edge of the couch. Mateo seemed to be in dreamland with his face nestled comfortably against Y/n’s chest. Toru couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy at his son’s current position. 

As if sensing someone, Y/n stirred, and eyes fluttered open. She smiled, “is everything okay with your mom?” 

Toru nodded, brushing her hair away from her face. “Yes, she had to get surgery, but it was minor, so she has to stay off her feet for a few weeks.” His eyes shift to Mateo, his hand brushing his son’s brown hair which has gotten longer each month. “Thank you,” he murmured, “I hope he wasn’t a handful for you?” 

Y/n shook her head, “he was good.” Her hand rubbed his bottom as he let out a sigh and Y/n chuckled, “he is such a good baby, Toru.”  

His gaze is soft as he glances between his son and Y/n, “I know, I’m truly blessed.” He held her gaze for a moment longer, “I’ll say it again, we’re truly blessed to have you too, Y/n.” His hand trails along her jaw and he gently grips her chin, “can… I kiss you?” 

Y/n nodded her head.  

Toru leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. It was a light kiss but sent electricity down to his toes. Their last kiss had been on his mind and with each passing second, he wondered when he would taste her lips again. 

Y/n moaned against his mouth, her hand cupping his face.  

“Goo...”  

Y/n shoved Toru, breaking their kiss. They both turned their gaze at Mateo who could barely hold his head up as he blinked away from his sleep.  

“Teo, why are you always interrupting us?” Toru groaned, he let out a chuckle and quickly sneaked a kiss from Y/n before planning dinner. 

.  . 

Within days, everything seemed to have changed in their little world.  

Their mornings would consist of their morning hug and breakfast. Next would be lunch and an afternoon walk around the park. Y/n and Toru took turns making dinner and ending the night with Y/n playing her piano and lullabying Mateo to sleep while Toru rocked him in her living room.  

The damage between their units was listed as a low priority and neither Y/n nor Toru was complaining about it. Toru didn’t mind that he had a walkway from his bedroom to Y/n’s unit and he didn’t think Mateo minded either, who recently learned to maneuver in the baby walker and would roll himself into Y/n’s unit from his nursery.  

Y/n’s once clean and tidy living room now has a large playpen filled with baby toys and colorful padding play mats.  

“Do you think he’ll start walking soon?” Y/n asked while watching Mateo trying to pull himself up on his feet by grabbing onto the wall of the playpen. He was determined, he had fallen on his bottom but would try again.  

Toru hummed softly, running his hand through her hair. The three of them settled within the playpen, Y/n finding comfort by resting her head on Toru’s lap while they observed Mateo playing in the corner.   

Mateo, in his attempt to stand, nearly succeeded before his grip gave away, causing him to tumble and roll onto his back. Frustration welled up, finding release in tears.  

“Come here baby,” Y/n sat up and beckoned with a gentle wave of her fingers. Mateo, with tears-streaked cheeks, began crawling towards them. Y/n scooped him up, embracing him tightly. 

Toru rested his chin on Y/n’s shoulder, his gaze fixed on his son who immediately ceased crying and blinked at his dad. “Do you feel better now that you’ve cried?” His son tilted his head and squirmed out of Y/n’s hold; he shifted his body towards his dad.  

Toru had expressed how he would do his best to provide his son with unwavering attention and affection, always mindful not to be overbearing. He seeks to find a balance, ensuring that Mateo feels cared for without becoming excessively indulgent. He aims to meet Mateos' needs without fostering a sense of entitlement, guiding him to understand the value behind every provision.  

Y/n quietly observed in silence, her heart swelling at the sight of the strong bond between father and son, especially as Toru spoke affirming words to the baby.  

Mateo maintained steady eye contact with his dad as if he understood every word.  

. 

Y/n gently swayed her body with the piano piece, a new piece for Mateo.  She continued playing even after Mateo had fallen asleep in Toru’s arms.  

She felt the spot beside her dip and glanced to her left, “tired?” 

“No,” he answered, his eyes spellbound by her music. “One day, I want to watch you play live.” 

“You’re watching me now?” 

Toru squeezed her sides, making her squirm. “You know what I mean.” He has always been amazed and impressed at her unwavering focus when playing the piano. Even during their teenage years, when he would groan and throw a fit during studying time, Y/n remained absorbed in her playing as if he weren’t present. She could effortlessly perform in a sizable auditorium, unfazed by the surrounding crowd, always maintaining a composed demeanor. 

He leaned close and pressed his nose against her neck. “Are you easily distracted?”  

Y/n narrowed her eyes at him. “No, as a pianist your focus is one of your strongest strengths. You must be able to continue playing even if there is an earthquake happening.” 

“Is that so?” He hummed, his tone lower suddenly, “it’s been a while since you must have been tested, should I help see if your focus is still there?” 

Y/n tensed as his right hand rested on her thigh, through her silk skirt, she could feel the heat of his palm. 

Not only have they been kissing more, but their kisses have also intensified. Always leaving them both breathless and turned on. Toru paid attention to her body language, making sure not to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with.  

“Are you still good?”  

“Yes,” she breathed, her fingers still dancing across the keys perfectly.  

His fingers slowly bunched her skirt until the tip of his fingers danced across her skin. He expected a shift in her breathing but was amazed when she maintained a steady composure. “Your skin is so soft, Y/n.”  

Y/n’s breath hitched, for a reason as he withdrew his touch as he got up from the bench. Her eyes followed him as he moved behind her, “can you scoot as close as possible to the edge of the bench for me?” 

Without pausing her fingers, she shifted herself to the edge and frowned when Toru positioned himself behind her, his chest to her back and his legs resting on each side of hers.  

“Y/n,” Toru’s voice sent chills down her spine. “Spread your legs for me.” He smiled when her thighs widened, and he reached to pull up her skirt. “Good girl,” he praised, he rested both his palms on her thighs, rubbing along the length of them. “Is this, okay?” 

It was a few seconds, and she released a steady breath and nodded. “Yes,” she answered meekly.  

“At any point, if I make you feel uncomfortable, you stop me, okay?” He needed her to answer him, agreeing and understanding. 

“Okay.”  

“You continue to focus on your music,” he whispered, “and I’ll focus on you.” 

The moment his fingertips brushed against her panties; Y/n flinched. He wouldn’t have noticed but for just a millisecond there, her finger slowed, causing her to go off-tune. Only an expert would have caught it.  

Her lower lip was already trapped between her teeth as she remained quiet. She channeled her focus to her fingers, trying to keep the tingling feeling at the core of her pussy at bay. Can he feel how wet she was? 

“You’re so wet, already?” Toru chuckled, “is it for me?” his finger rubbed a gentle circle around her clit. “Answer me, Y/n?” he pleaded.  

“Y - yes.” She didn’t need to turn back and look to know he had his boyish grin.  

Her breath hitched when he trailed his fingers along her slit, teasing her and making her toes curl.  

The weight of his other palm lifted from her thigh, and she feels the cool air meeting her pussy as he pulled her panties to the side. His fingertips now pressed against the wetness of her pussy, spreading her juice. 

“To - Toru...”  

“You can’t be distracted, remember?” He pressed a kiss to her nape, his fingers itched badly to feel what the inside of her pussy would be like. “Keep your legs spread,” he reminded, teasing her as the tip of his middle finger would probe the opening. Her breath quickened but her fingers remained calm, moving across the piano with no problem.  

With the rhythm of the music, his fingertip would move in and out and would probe deeper each time.  

As Y/n’s fingers moved quickly, so did his fingers.

One… two… three… she counted each mistake she was making in her head and gave up as she no longer cared. It wasn’t like Toru knew the tune anyway and could distinguish the wrong notes played.

Toru nipped the junction between her neck and shoulder, and he slipped two fingers inside of her, groaning when her hot walls clamped around them. With his other hand, he released her panties and hooked one of her thighs, hiking it enough to not interfere with her hand movements.  

Y/n’s head rolled back and continued to keep playing, nonetheless. At last, she let out a soft moan and chanted his name; it rolled off the tip of her tongue beautifully with the music.  

“Toru... I’m - I’m so close.”  

His nose graze along her neck until his lips met her ear as he nipped, “if you cum before you finish with this piece, I get a wish then?” 

“O - okay...” 

Toru pressed his thumb against her clit and pumped his fingers faster. He felt her tense up and tightened his arm around her leg.  

Her pussy clenched around his fingers. They were long and reached her sensitive spot, stimulating her upcoming orgasm.

“No - wait – Toru!”  

Her fingers slipped, pressing the wrong key.

“Ah!” Her hand abandoned the keys and gripped his wrist that is pumping faster.  

With no more music, the only sound audible is her whimper and the lewd noise each time his fingers pump into her pussy.  

“Toru - wait... I’m going to cum,” she gripped the top of her piano, head dropping forward as her body tremble in a release.  

His fingers slowed down but continued to keep pumping until her walls finally stopped convulsing around them.  

“You!” she spun around, shooting him a glare over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed.

“I get a wish?” Toru smiled at her innocently, bringing his fingers to his lips and sucking them.  

She grabbed his wrist, forcing him to withdraw his fingers and whatever she was going to say was forgotten as she stood up and pressed her lips against his.  

. . .

E/n: Toru is so daddy...

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[canirove]

Friends, lovers... and an orange | Chapter 1

Summary: Since the day Adele was born, people had told her she was destined to fall in love with Mason. Their mothers, supermodels Elizabeth Turlingon and Toni Mount, had been best friends since they were teenagers, and according to everyone, it just meant to be. But after 25 years, nothing of the sort had happened. Nothing, until some photos and a big secret changed it all. 

Author’s note: And after almost two years since I started writing this story... it is finally live! 😅 You are lucky my perfectionist self doesn't allow me to post anything that isn't finished, because you would have have been waiting for an ending for ages, and I hate that 🙈 This is a friends to lovers story inspired by all those conspiracy theories about a couple not being able to be together because their evil management team don't allow them to, but with a twist. I hope you like it, and as always, thank you for reading! 💜

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Masterlist

Elizabeth Turlington and Antonia "Toni" Mount had been two of the most famous models in the 90's. They both got to be on Vogue covers all over the world, walked for the best designers, and became the face of the most important brands in fashion. They were, what you call, supermodels.

Best friends since they met during a casting when they were just 16 years old, Elizabeth and Toni became inseparable, and their private lives kind of followed the same path. They both got engaged and married the same year, and their first kids were born just a few months apart. First Mason, in January, and then Adele in July.

The media had gone crazy about it, saying that they were going to fall in love and get married because they were destined to be together due to their mothers being best friends. But almost 25 years later, nothing like that had really happened.

Mason, Toni's son, had decided to follow his mother's steps and become a model. Unlike many others, he had chosen to start from the bottom, doing castings like everyone else. He had wanted to make a career due to his talent and not because of his last name (he had taken his mother’s instead of his father’s as an homage), and he had managed to do it. Mason was now considered one of the most successful male models, his face basically being everywhere. Brands were fighting to have him on their campaigns, all the designers wanted him on their shows, and your party was nothing if he wasn't attending. He was THE one.

Meanwhile, Adele had chosen a quiet life. Everyone had always told her that she had gotten the best of her parents, her mother's looks and her father's brain, but she had never been interested in modeling. She had focused on her studies and going to uni, and the only thing related to that world that she liked was photography, which also was the thing that she and Mason enjoyed doing together the most. 

Growing up they weren't super close, they were just... friends. They had never been attached to the hip like people expected them to be. That, had actually been their little brothers' case. But their relationship would completely change every time there was a camera involved. 

When Adele turned eleven, her dad gifted her her first proper camera, and Mason was as fascinated by it as she was. They spent the day learning how to use it, and after getting the hang of it, their days would consist in going outside and taking photos of each other or anything they saw. A tree, a rock, the sunset... It didn't matter. They would be gone for hours, though for them time flew by.

As they grew older and busy with their own lives, they started to see each other less often, but the couple of weeks in the summer they spent together with their families were a must, and both of them would bring their cameras and go out to explore. 

"These photos are stunning, Adele" Toni said. 

"Thank you" she smiled.

"What about mine?" Mason asked.

"Lovely too, darling. But she has something you don't have."

"Thank you, mum" he said, rolling his eyes. "Though I agree. Addie here is the talented one."

"Thank you" she replied, Mason putting an arm around her shoulders and hugging her. 

Addie. That had been his nickname for her since they were kids, and everyone else in their families had picked it too. Addie and Mase, something you could still see carved on a tree in her grandmother's garden. They were twelve when they did it, and she almost killed them when she saw it.

"You know, I've been thinking and... Why don't you take the photos for my 50th birthday party?" Toni said. "I was looking for someone, but why pay a stranger when I have you?"

"That's a wonderful idea!" Elizabeth said. "Now you won't have an excuse to not attend."

"You weren't coming?"

"I... I'm just busy with..." Adele mumbled.

"With nothing. You just finished your degree and still don't know what to do next" her mum said. "She'll be there."

"Wonderful!" Toni smiled.

"It'll be a small thing, you will be fine" Mason said. "And if you need help to run away or hide, you can always count on me" he winked.

"Thank you, Mase" Adele smiled.

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Flashforward to Toni's birthday party. The small thing, wasn't small. At all. Adele had already taken photos of over fifty people and more were arriving, and by the time she was done with the photocall, her memory card was full.

"How is it going?"

"Shit, Mase. You scared me" she laughed.

"Sorry" he smiled, that cute dimple of his showing.

"I'm lucky I brought several memory cards with me. A small thing, you said?"

"Yeah… You know my mum" Mason replied, scratching the back of his head. "Do you want to have a drink or something before going back to it?"

"Sure" Adele said. "Just let me put my camera somewhere safe."

Once they were done with that drink, it was time to go back to work, and she filled two more memory cards before Mason went looking for her again. But she just couldn't stop taking photos of all the guests and what they were wearing, of them dancing, talking, drinking, laughing... They all were captivating.

"Mum wants you with us for the cake."

"What? And who will be taking the photos?" Adele asked.

"I don't know" Mason shrugged. "But she wants you there with us and your parents."

"Ok" she sighed. She hated being in front of the camera unless it was Mason the one behind it. Somehow, he always knew how to make her feel comfortable. "By the way, who was that girl you were talking to earlier?" Adele had been drawn to her the moment they had crossed paths. She had the most beautiful black hair she had ever seen, and after taking a few snaps of her, she saw her talking with Mason. Or flirting, to be more precise.

"We were on a shoot together a couple of weeks ago. She's nice."

"And she fancies you."

"What? Nah. She's just a work colleague, nothing else."

"If you say so... But what about that other girl? The one you were seen with the other day, the singer."

"Addie, are you interrogating me about my love life?" Mason laughed.

"No, I was just... It doesn't matter."

"I'm going on dates but I'm not dating anyone. Got what you wanted?" he smirked.

"That's not why I asked. I…"

"Mason, Adele. C'mon!" her mum called after them. "It's almost cake time!"

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By the end of the night, Adele had five memory cards full of photos, her feet hurt like hell, and she was slightly tipsy. 

"Do you think your mum will mind if I don't have the photos ready right away? I think it will take me days to go through all of them and edit them."

"Yeah, don't worry. Take your time" Mason said while helping her pack her camera. "And if you need an extra pair of hands and eyes, just call me. I'm free for the next few days."

"Thank you, Mase" she smiled. 

"Do you want me to accompany you home?"

“There is no need. But if you could wait with me outside until my uber comes..."

"Of course. And we could share it if you don't mind. I'm going back to my place instead of my parents."

"Worried your mum may not allow you to sleep until lunch time?" Adele chuckled.

"Exactly" he smiled.

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"Why is that car taking so long?" 

"I wish I knew" Adele yawned.

"Tired?"

"Very" she said, resting her head on Mason's shoulder. "And a bit cold too."

"Come here" he said, putting an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer to him. It was something he had been doing since they were kids, and it felt natural, familiar… comforting. 

"You smell really good tonight. What perfume are you wearing?"

"Can't tell you, it isn't out yet."

"A new campaign?"

"Yep. You'll get tired of seeing my face everywhere.”

"Of seeing your face everywhere again, you mean" Adele teased him. "But congratulations, Mase. A perfume contract is huge!"

"It is, yes. And I'm really proud of this one. I actually helped pick some of the ingredients."

"You did? That's amazing! Let me smell you again."

"Ok" Mason laughed, moving his head so she could do it better.

"Oranges. Of course you had to pick oranges."

"They are my fave, and yours too” he smiled. “And they remind me of that trip to Italy, the one where we ate the best pizza ever at the beach."

"Oh my God, that pizza was so good… Now you are making me hungry!”

"Maybe we could stop to eat some on our way home. If the uber ever..."

"There it is" Adele chuckled when the car stopped in front of them. "Should we stop at Giorgio's?"

"You know the way to my heart, Addie" Mason smiled while opening the car's door for her.

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"Addie… Addie, wake up. Ad… Adele!"

"What" she mumbled, slowly opening her eyes. 

"Something has happened, Addie. Look" her friend Jourdan said, literally putting her phone in her nose.

"I'm not that blind, you know" she complained while picking it. "What is this?"

"This was published this morning. Is... Is it true? Did you...?"

"Did I..." she said, her eyes finally adjusting to the light and being able to read what was on the screen. "Mason Mount and Adele Turlington caught kissing! The couple was seen outside Toni Mount's birthday party sharing confidences, laughing and getting cosy before leaving together in the same car." "What the fuck?"

"Addie, are you dating Mason? I thought you didn't like him like that" Jourdan said.

"What? No! I'm not dating him and I didn't kiss him!"

"Then why does it totally look like it?"

"It was the angle! I was just smelling his neck!"

"You what?" her friend laughed.

"It's a long story. But I didn't kiss him!"

"Well, the whole world thinks you did. And people are going nuts about it."

"Wonderful. That's just wonderful" Adele sighed. 

Knowing how much people wanted them to be together, she and Mason had always been careful around each other to try to not start any rumours. But that night, they had let their guard down, the idea that there could be paparazzis still waiting outside never crossing their minds. And now, what they had always feared, could have started.

#mason mount #mason mount fanfic #mason mount imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[karuuhnia]

I've been a Pokémon fan since the very beginning and recently a friend asked me who my favourite character was. I couldn't answer with just one character. So instead I gave her my top 3 favourites from each generation - and then turned it into this. lol

A little bit more info under the cut if you're interested.

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Please do not alter, repost/reupload or redistribute my artwork anywhere! (Reblogging is perfectly fine, of course.)

Gen 1:

Blue: The original rival, you loved to hate him. :D

Erika: I loved her design as a kid, even though I had no idea what a kimono was back then lol

Bill: No idea tbh lol. I like his hair and that he's a nerd, I guess? Honestly, Gen 1 did not have that many memorable and fleshed out characters, so I kinda struggled here.

Gen 2:

Lance: Honestly, he was my fave in Gen 1 already. I love his strength, his design, his virtuousness, his bravery, his code of honour, his everything. To me he's like a knight in shiny armour from old fairytales. lol I could spend a whole day describing all the things I love about him, but I don't wanna bore you.

Eusine: Probably a weird pick for many because he is kinda obnoxious in the game lol I've always had a soft spot for him though and I really wanted him to get Suicune in the end, after he'd changed.

Morty: I love his design and colours and that he's Eusine's bff and voice of reason.

Gen 3:

Steven: He is classy, wears a really awesome suit, has very cool Pokémon and is still a huge nerd. I love it!

Archie: (I see you, @chipsncookies) Big hunk with a big smile and a cool outfit. Beard. Not a bad guy, actually. Learns that he was wrong and does everything to make things right again. Frienemies with Maxie.

Maxie: Scrawny beanpole with a silly (but very cozy looking) outfit. Secretly a dork. Not a bad guy either. Learns from his mistakes and wants to make them right again. Frienemies with Archie.

Gen 4:

Riley: I was a huge fan of Sir Aaron in the movie and Riley is just as awesome. I love his hat too. His personality is also similar to Lance's, so that's a huge plus.

Cynthia: I really, really like her. She is so cool and strong and her theme is amazing. Just like Charizard she's become too popular and that gets a bit tiresome sometimes.

Looker: Okay, I admit, it took me a while to get used to Looker. But now I like his quirky, funny Inspector Gadget shenanigans. What changed my mind was the aftergame of XY. ;__;

Gen 5:

Ingo & Emmet: I couldn't do it. I couldn't choose who of them I like more. So they share the first place.They're a duo anyway. And absolutely inseparable. R-Right?

Elesa: I like her mainly because of the fanon that she's bffs with the subway twins. But she's also not the bitchy supermodel that I first thought she was. She's actually kind and supportive.

Alder: Funny grandpa with awful hair, but a big heart and a great theme song.

Gen 6:

Lysandre: His design always gave me Ganondorf-vibes. That's pretty much it. His goal is stupid.

Emma: Her storyline in the post-game was by far the best thing in XY. And her theme is so beautiful!

Sycamore: I still wish he had actually turned out to be evil. I still like him.

Gen 7:

Kukui: What is not to love about him? He's a hunk, he loves his wife, he takes in Lillie, he punches Pokémon with his bare hands.

Lillie: Sweet little girl who deserves all the love from her friends and her adoptive parents instead of all the shit her psycho bio mother put her through.

Burnet: She's sweet and smart and kind and I wish she had a much bigger role in the game. Her anime part was great though <3

Gen 8:

Piers, Sonia and Raihan: Honestly... These are pretty much the only characters that I remember lol Gen 8 was very underwhelming for me.

Gen 9:

Arven: Just a poor neglected boy who wants to save his sick dog. In contrast to his shitty parents he's got a big heart, is caring, nurturing and supportive.

Clavell: The twist about this character was that there was no twist. He is just a very kind grandpa who genuinely cares for the well-being of his students. I also LOVE his battle theme.

Hassel: This game really is full of wholesome boomers. Hassel's got a huge heart for art and his students and Pokémon. He's also not afraid of showing his emotions.

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[crazycatgirl420]

Gotham's Black Rose

Dpxdc fanfic Sam is Bruce Wayne's daughter, adopted by the Manson family. Everlasting Trio, toddler Ellie. Pharoah Tucker, Witch Sam, Space Ancient Danny, and Cujo too.

"How do you feel now?" Mrs. Foley asked, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom.

Chapter 3: Revelation

Sam removed the tinfoil from her hair. Purple, with a smattering of black, but her hair was mainly a bright vivid purple now. Her purple contacts were back, and last night she even got her nose pierced.

"Better," Sam said. "I feel more like me now,"

"That's good," Mrs. Foley said. "Remember to clean up, dinner will be done soon and Tucker finished whatever he was doing for you,"

Hacking into the Justice League's database of DNA records, to cross-reference her DNA too. It's the largest DNA database in the world. If her biological parents were Heroes or Villians or otherwise employed by such a person then explaining the chaos that was her life would be easier. If not, then she wasn't sure if she wanted to meet them. Her life was messy and complicated and dangerous, bringing someone unprepared into her life would be an unnecessary risk.

"Thanks Mrs. Foley," Sam said. "I'll be down soon,"

-

The test finished running while they were eating. Sam and Tucker left the table, nervous and excited in equal measure.

"I can't look," Sam said, closing her eyes at the door to Tucker's office.

Tucker took her hand and pulled her in.

"No fucking way," Tucker said, pushing Sam into a rolling stool and spinning her around to face a monitor. "You're gonna wanna see this," Sam leaned back into Tucker's chest, covering her eyes with her hands.

Tucker clicked away on the keyboard, his arms loose around her shoulders.

"It's someone horrible isn't it? Like an intergalactic Tyrant or someone who hates kids or maybe someone who hates nature or magic-"

"It's Bruce Wayne,"

-

When an outsider ran a DNA test using the Justice League's database, Hero identities were locked away on a separate server and only those with Civilian identities connected to the Justice League could be found.

It was one of B's many contingencies against enemy hackers. Tim was waiting in the monitor room for Kon to finish his appointment with Canary, when a screen flashed. Tim watched as the Civilian files were shuffled through by the outsider, as the DNA sequence searched for a match. He watched as it stopped on the file of Bruce Wayne and confirmed a parental match.

Finding out who B's new mystery child is was easy. He synced to the hacker's computer, turned on the camera, and there they were. This hacker had an impressive setup, he even had audio.

"I'm a Wayne?" The purple hair girl asked, staring at the screen. "I think I'm gonna be sick,"

"Oh yeah, that's gotta be some cosmic irony or something," the hacker, leaning over the young woman's shoulder said. "An anti-capitalist and her multi-billioniare capitalist father,"

She elbowed him in the gut.

"Any idea who my mother is?"

"Nope, seems only Wayne was on this database. Your mother is probably one of the many supermodels Wayne took to bed so frequently,"

"My whole identity is a lie," the woman said. "If I decide to meet him I probably wouldn't even be an outcast anymore..."

"Wouldn't that be a good thing?"

"I don't know." She sighed. "What if I am only an activist because the ones who raised me aren't? What if I only befriended you and Danny because they didn't approve of you? What if I'm actually an entirely different person than I thought I was and I become some shallow backstabbing arrogant snob as soon as Bruce Wayne says he's proud of me for something?"

"If you don't want to meet him, you don't have too,"

"We're moving to Gotham. He's gonna be everywhere,"

"He doesn't have to know Sam," the man said. "If you're not ready we won't tell him,"

Tim pulled up the records of the woman, the unknown Wayne child, and had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Samantha Manson, Seventeen years old, born October 13th at Gotham Private Hospital and adopted a week later from the same hospital by the Manson couple, raised in Amity Park Illinois, an average B student and an activist for nearly any cause she found. From school food to animal rights to nature preservation and restoration to illegal pride parades. She bought an apartment in Gotham near Gotham University, for her and her boyfriends Tucker Foley, Danny Fenton, and Danny's daughter Eliza.

Bruce had a completely civilian daughter. The batchat was going to freak out.

#dpxdc

[agendabymooner]

AGENDABYMOONER'S DIRECTORY: CHARACTERS

NOTE: THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR THE 400 FOLLOWERS! Oh my god. As I said, this was just some sort of self-indulgent blog but I am so glad to share my work with you. Thank you all so much for being there and to everyone who likes them so much they were more than willing to engage in my fangirl phase/behaviour/whatever. I am so glad I've entered the F1 realm all those months ago lol!

To remove all of the confusion to my work, here's a character directory 😭 I'm really sorry for that.

Letting you guys know that some of them may be in the same universe but they are not as heavily connected to each other (the only ones who are connected to each other more are The Alessandros and The Hearth Sisters - Trish is only connected in one thing and that's the Rush Wedding Special)

CHARACTER DIRECTORY

THE ALESSANDROS (rushverse)

LORELEI HESTER ALESSANDRO-RICCIARDO: Måneskin bassist. Also known as Lester Allie. Has her own set of fans in F1 as she’s an ambassador for Scuderia Ferrari. Is the middle child of the five kids. Daniel Ricciardo’s other half.

MC from Rush Series and its other extras (9 To 5, Wedding Special, Mrs. Ricciardo Special)

KARA ELEANORA ALESSANDRO: Second oldest sister of Lester. Also known as Nora. A businesswoman. She has a fashion brand. Has two children: Gabriele, 4 and Maris, 2 as of 2024. Divorced before Maris is born. Has been dating George Russell since February.

MC from His Family and Her Lover

JACQUELINA ALESSANDRO: Also divorced and has two sons: Franco, 8 and Andreas, 6. Also known as Lina. Is a model in Italy. She’s quite content being a mother.

NICOLA GRAZIA ALESSANDRO: born in 2000. Known as Cola or Grazie Nichols. An author who works for Tilly’s publishing company as an editor. Recently moved to London and is currently dating Lando Norris.

MC from London Boy and its other parts. 

MATEO ALESSANDRO: The only boy and second to the youngest before Cola. He lives and breathes with his equally unhinged in-law, Daniel Ricciardo.

THE HEARTHS (rushverse)

TILLY MARIE FORD WOLFF: 39 Y/O as of 2024. The eldest Hearth sister. CEO of the Hearth Automotive Groups and the founder of The Wolff Publishing. She was previously a journalist and communications liaison but had abruptly made a change in her career path after purchasing half of the Red Bull Racing. She owns 20% of both Scuderia Ferrari and McLaren Racing, as well. She’s married to the owner and general manager of Mercedes team, Toto Wolff, and has three kids with him: Soren (age 8 as of 2024), Tia (age 5), and Adelmo (age 2). Her company does not fully associate with the FiA as to avoid rumours of bias and corruption within the Formula Racing community. Her net worth increased to 5.5 billion after her company sales skyrocketed. 

Main character from Colour Me Your Colour series and its extra features.

STEVIE MARLENE FORD HAMILTON: 31 Y/O as of 2024. The second to the oldest Hearth sister. Head of Communications in Scuderia Ferrari and a supermodel with little to no time. Owns 10% of the said team with shares purchased under her investment company, The SMF Association. Married to Mercedes Driver Lewis Hamilton and has a daughter named Lottie. Has a net worth of $164.1 million as of 2024.

MC from Thick and Thin fic

SYLVIE EDSON FORD-VERSTAPPEN/HEARTH: 27 as of 2024. Executive Director of Red Bull Racing’s non-profitable kids/charity programs. Also known as the Wild Mustang or simply Blue for doing a donut in her mother's 1985 blue mustang convertible at the age of 10. Could have been F1’s first female driver since Maria Teresa de Filippis had it been for her expulsion in the academy. Known for her slight dislike for Christian Horner. Max Verstappen’s demise. Net worth is currently at $196.1 million.

MC from To Loathe and to Love series and its extra features.

AIMEE YAEL EDMUNSON: 25 as of 2024. Media Communications Officer of McLaren Racing. The half-sister of Tilly, Stevie and Sylvie. The only Hearth sister who doesn’t enjoy being in front of a camera. Works hard alongside Charlotte to keep Oscar Piastri and Lando Norris in line instead of wandering off. Had to leave from the 2024 season early due to her pregnancy. She’s currently dating Charles Leclerc and has two kids with him: a set of twins named Hervé and Jules Leclerc. Net worth is currently sitting at $91.2 million.

MC from Of Long Lines and Names

AMARA LOUISE EDMUNSON: Aimee’s mother. Businesswoman and owner of several businesses all across the globe - including luxury stores such as Harrods and Selfridges. She raised Aimee alongside Blanche and Aimee’s half-sisters. Much like a family, Amara would take the four as a whole when it comes to trips and thinks that Julius Hearth is a sad excuse of a father. Amara is Tilly, Stevie and Sylvie’s second mother.

BLANCHE CHRISTIE FORD (formerly Hearth): the youngest daughter of William Clay Ford Sr. and the mother of the first three sisters. Owns 30% of Ford Motor Company but doesn’t act as an executive chairman. She, much like Amara, is a grandmother to Soren, Tia, Adelmo, Lottie and the Leclerc twins and would rather be a stay at home Nan to them. Amara and Blanche co-parented for the four and spent nights drinking wine whenever the girls were out. Some had assumed that the two were “very good friends” but who were they to judge or assume? 

TRISH ALONSO: Is a professional wrestler who was caught up in the F1 and WWE drama back in 2000s because of a certain Fernando Alonso. Now has kids with the said man. 

MC from Heaven and its other parts.

NOTE that she is not as heavily connected to the Hearths and the Alessandros !!!

THE SAN PEDROS (rushverse) !

MAGDALENA SAINZ: Married to Carlos Sainz. A bit unhinged. 

MC from Ride Home and its other parts.

PALOMA SAN PEDRO: Magda’s cousin who happens to be crushing on a certain Oscar Piastri (or the other way around?)

MC from Jollibee, Madrid and all the Romance Fiasco

NOTE: These lots are in the same universe as The Hearths and The Alessandros but they are NOT heavily connected to them.

VERA COPPOLA RAIKKONEN: Is married to the Iceman, Kimi Raikkonen, all while she had given birth to the loudest versions of him (and not drunk loud)

MC from Stop the World I Wanna Get Off With You

NOT heavily connected to the Hearths and Alessandros despite being in the same universe. 

THE VETTEL SPECIAL

BELINDA HELENA ONG-VETTEL: 34 as of 2024. Also known as Bel Vettel. A billionaire who happened to be a celebrity, artist and a wife to a retired Formula One driver. She is considered a “Crazy Rich Asian” for growing up with money and her endless collection of Hermes bags that she seemed to treat as a fragile canvas. After years of trying and failing, she and Sebastian adopted a son named Kimuel, who was immediately addressed in the grid as Kimi Vettel. Some say that Kimi is a quieter version of Sebastian for his meekness and the sudden switch to cheekiness. 

MC from Crazy Rich Wife and its other parts.

BARBARA ELISANDRA BLANCO: 25 as of 2024. Also known as Barbie. She happened to be 15 when Bel and Seb took her in as their foster child and continued to raise her as their own even after she turned 18. She moved to Switzerland with the Vettels after she was guaranteed a better life and opportunity to become a chef. She’s currently enrolled to study in Cesar Ritz College in Le Bouveret - which is a short drive every day so that she’ll have more chances to babysit Kimi, her two year old toddler adoptive sibling. Everyone thinks that she is dating Mick Schumacher, who would often make a visit to the Vettels home whenever he gets the chance. Mick obviously likes her, but does she?

MC from She’s Everything… And He’s Just Mick and its other parts.

ADA ABBOTT-BUTTON: Jenson Button’s wife who definitely made him work for two years straight for her attention. Is the founder of the organizations Arts for Youth and Arts for Kids 

MC from the Mr. Darcy Type.

CARMELLA AYALA PEREZ: Miss Universe 2018 winner who happens to be married to a certain Sergio Perez and has two kids with him. Ambassador of Arts for Youth and Arts for Kids Mexico and Philippines. 

MC from She’s Beauty, She’s Grace.

THE OTHERS (doesn't have any direct connection)

ALBERTINE PHILIPPA FRANCES SPENCER: Royally rebellious. She was born in 1996, months before her parents got divorced. She’s also married to a certain Mr. Esteban Ocon. 

MC from the Royal Wildcard and its other parts

ENSLEY ZARA SOLEIL: Equally in love with Pierre Gasly despite having to make him work real hard for things.

MC from Newsflash and its other parts.

BORA McKINNON: Lance Stroll’s ex who happens to be a Kpop idol. Would probably get back together with Lance.

MC from Gotta Be You

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[uramilf]

Day Eight - Eggnog and Mulled Wine

“Babe, are you ready?” Y/N called down the hall to Matty. “Coming now!” They were headed off to George and Charli’s place for one final get-together before Christmas. It was the first time they’d properly be hanging out with the group since Matty and Y/N got together, minus the night everyone found out about their relationship.

Matty came out of the bedroom with his tie hanging loosely around his neck, smiling in disbelief when he laid eyes on his girlfriend. “Fuck, baby. You look perfect.” She smiled back and turned round to show off the back of her sparkly red dress. “You like?” “I love,” he groaned. “I don’t think George would care if we were a bit late.” “Absolutely not, we’re not gonna see them until after Christmas! C’mere.” She pressed a quick kiss to his lips before tying his tie in a neat knot. “Fine, let’s go.” He took her hand and they left the house together. The car ride was full of laughter and bad singing to Christmas songs on the radio. Presents for their friends were laying in gift bags on the back seat, so many they weren’t sure they would get them into George’s house in one run.

They managed to get all the presents inside and started greeting their friends, everyone cooing over Adam and Carly’s son who had just started walking. Matty couldn’t help but smile softly at the sight of his girlfriend holding a baby. “I know it’s early days, but this is making me want kids,” he whispered to her with a smile. “Good, so I’m not the only one with baby fever.”

Charli seemed to appear out of nowhere behind them laughing. “Baby fever? Good. Do it.” “Em, we’ve been going out for less than a month. Do you wanna fuck off?” “Matty!” Y/N hissed, gesturing to the baby on her hip. “You know he’s starting to talk now, do you really want him to learn that word?” “Yes, absolutely. Hann would hate it.” “What would I hate?” Adam called from across the room. Y/N, Matty and Charli looked at each other and burst out laughing. “Nothing!”

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The group settled back into the living room after dinner. There wasn’t enough room of the sofas and chairs for everyone, so Carly sat in Adam’s lap whilst Charli played with their son on the carpeted floor. Matty was drinking a glass of eggnog (which he hated, but it was such a nice Christmas cliche and he wanted to feel included) while Y/N sipped on some mulled wine that Carly had made.

“So, Denise’s for Christmas?” George asked Y/N. “Yeah, I’m a bit nervous if I’m honest.” “Don’t be, she’s going to absolutely love you. Didn’t you see her on Loose Women last week saying she sometimes prefers her sons’ girlfriends to them?” “No chance you watch Loose Women,” Y/N giggled. “To see my second mother? Absolutely!” “It’s true,” Charli piped up from the floor. “He loves it.”

“We’d better head off,” Carly said, reaching down to pick up her son and giving Charli a kiss on the cheek. “This little man needs to go to bed!” “Yeah, I should go too. I’m heading to Mum’s for Christmas tomorrow, long drive ahead of me,” Ross yawned, playfully ruffling the baby’s hair. “Thanks for the lovely dinner, Char.”

George showed them all out after a few hugs and Merry Christmases. Charli stood up and stretched, before saying “Y/N? Can you come help me in the kitchen for a minute?” “Yeah, of course.” “I’ll come help with the dishes,” Matty offered, standing up, but Charli shot him a look and said “No, it’s fine. We need a girls chat anyway, it’s well overdue.” Matty raised his hands in surrender and leaned back in his chair as George re-entered.

“So. Meeting the parents?” Charli grinned. “Yeah. How long did it take for you to meet G’s parents?” “A few weeks, about the same as you. But I wasn’t staying there for the holidays. You must be scared shitless.” “Finally someone who gets it,” Y/N sighed. “Everyone’s saying his family’s lovely, and I’m sure it’s true, but all his girlfriends before me were pop stars or supermodels. I just hope their expectations aren’t too high.” “Look, just because you’re not a model doesn’t mean they won’t love you. They’re probably bored of having the same conversations every Christmas.” “Maybe you’re right. I love Matty and that’s all that really matters, right?”

Charli’s jaw dropped before she squealed in excitement. “You love him?!” “Shit.” Y/N’s hand flew to her mouth. “I just said that, didn’t I?” “Yes!” “Oh my god. I really do love him.”

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Meanwhile, back in the living room, Matty and George were having a similar conversation. “I’m so excited for her to meet my mum. They’re gonna love each other. She’s just so perfect, G.” “She’s great,” George agreed. “I’m really happy for you, man.” “I think I’m gonna tell her I love her tonight. Cause I do. I really do. I’ve loved her since long before the whole secret Santa incident.” “Yeah, I fuckin’ know mate! You forget I’m the one who had to listen to you talk about her every day for months.” Matty just smiled. He was gonna tell her. And he was gonna mean it, more than he had ever meant anything in his life.

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They lay tangled up in each others arms at the end of the night, opting to stay at Matty’s house so they could look after Mayhem, of course. Matty decided not to make a big deal out of it, because he was sure she already knew. He hadn’t exactly been hiding it.

“I love you, baby.” Y/N’s heart started beating faster, her breath caught in her throat. “I love you too,” she whispered.

#the 1975 #matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy imagines #christmas75

[midwestmade29]

I was in a mood when I wrote this 😂 Ya'll getting angst today! Word Count: 1,929 GIF by: @cowboyshit

Disclaimers: Mention of blood (once), mild cursing, mention of losing virginity, angst, angst and more angst 😂 Read at your own discretion..

From the moment your mother told your brother that he was getting a baby sister, he was less than thrilled. “Ugh, why does it have to be a girl? Girls suck! Can’t we trade her in for a brother instead?” Adam whined. Your mother explained to him that wasn’t how things worked, and throughout her pregnancy Adam remained disinterested the whole time. That was, until he held you for the first time after you were born. Something inside him changed when he looked at you in his arms, so tiny and sweet, realizing from that moment on that he would do anything for you. He was your fierce protector now, a responsibility he didn’t take lightly. He whispered in your tiny little ear that day and made a promise to you that he would always be there for you no matter what, never letting anything or anyone hurt you, even when you would inevitably annoy him. Adam kept good on his word as the years went by, shielding you from all things bad and always keeping a close eye on you. When you were 3, some kid took a toy from you while you were playing in the sandbox, Adam interjecting immediately and getting the toy back for you. He dumped a bucket of sand on the thief’s head, doing what he had to to dry his baby sister’s tears. You were in awe of your big brother, always thinking the world of him and through your eyes he was a real-life superhero!

The 6-year age gap between you and Adam didn’t start to show until he was twelve and you were six. You were the typical younger sibling, always following him around and wanting to be included in whatever he was doing, annoying him on purpose and smiling when you got him in trouble with your mother when he wasn’t letting you get your way. One thing you two bonded over was professional wrestling! He always used you as his practice dummy for any new moves he wanted to try out, and you thought it was the coolest thing! There were a few times where being a crash dummy wasn’t so fun though. One memory that you’ll never forget is the time his elbow connected with your mouth when he botched a move, leaving your teeth a bloody mess. Your mother was furious when he told her he chipped your tooth! She lectured him for a good 45 minutes that night, informing him that your days as a test dummy were over. Did either of you listen to her though? Of course not! You still held Royal Rumbles against each other whenever she wasn’t home. Adam found a new wrestling partner when the new kid in town was enrolled at the same school he went to. He was the same age as him, a little shorter, and shyer than Adam was. Adam and the new kid hit it off right away when they connected over their mutual love for professional wrestling, becoming inseparable after a short amount of time. After school one day Adam had invited his new friend over to your house, eventually introducing you to him when you wouldn’t stop begging. “Y/N, this is Christian. Christian, this is Y/N,” Adam said flatly. Little did he know at the time that informal introduction would change the course of your lives forever.

Adam and Christian were becoming a household name in the wrestling business. They were the hottest tag team around! The two of them were traveling the world, getting to do what they loved, and you had just graduated from college embarking on your own journey. Adam came home to celebrate your recent accomplishment, Christian tagging along with him. You hadn’t really kept tabs on Christian since your paths had taken you in different directions. You only knew bits and pieces of things about him that Adam told you randomly when you talked on the phone, the latest news being Christian’s engagement to a beautiful blonde supermodel. A pang of jealousy and a tinge of sadness washed over you when Adam told you about it, even though you knew it was ridiculous for you to feel that way. As kids you and Christian rarely got along and Adam had to play referee between you two all the time. Christian liked to push your buttons and you liked pushing his in return. Normally you held your own whenever Christian purposely started in on something, until one night he took things too far and said some hurtful things to you and making you cry. When Adam caught wind of the situation, rage consumed him when he saw the tears sliding down your cheeks. “Hey, dumbass! What the hell did you say to my sister?” he shouted mere inches from Christian’s face. It took Adam threatening to beat Christian’s ass for him to apologize to you, making him promise that he would never make you cry again.

People came in waves at your graduation party your mother begged you to let her throw for you. She had gone all out with every detail of the party! You mingled with guests most of the evening, rarely having a moment to yourself. When you were all peopled out, you snuck out the back door of the house and went to your favorite childhood hiding place to catch your breath. The old swing still creaked as you glided back and forth, interrupting the silence of the night whenever the chain would catch. You loved the way the stars reflected off the pond, the sound of the crickets chirping echoing through the air, and the smell of freshly cut grass as it danced around your nose. This place was your little slice of Heaven tucked away behind large bushes and small trees, usually remaining unseen by those that didn’t know it existed. You were lost in thought when a familiar voice made you jump, “Hey, Y/N. It’s…been a long time.” Christian stood next to the swing, staring ahead only speaking again when he asked if he could join you. “What are you doing here, Christian?” you asked in return. “I figured you would be out here when your mother told Adam you had stepped outside for a minute. Our plane just landed about an hour ago. Adam drove like a madman to get us here before the party was over. He’s excited to see you.” He explained. “Then why didn’t he come to get me?” Your words came out a little harsher than you meant them to, immediately wishing you could go back and change your tone. Adam’s voice carried through the trees as he called out for you, so you knew your time alone with Christian was limited.

The moonlight illuminated his handsome features, making his ocean blue eyes sparkle when he looked over at you. He slid his hand across the seat of the swing, brushing his pinky against yours making you jerk it away. “Christian…” fell from your lips as a warning, but you knew it didn’t have any real threat behind it. The two of you were the only ones that knew about the things that happened between you nearly 2 years ago. Feelings had grown between you one summer when you were home from college and Adam and Christian weren’t quite as popular as they are now, so they were home more often. You and Christian spent a lot of time together that summer, sneaking around doing whatever you could to not bring any attention to yourselves and your growing feelings for one another. Adam would’ve killed Christian if he ever knew what really went on that summer. He wouldn’t be able to sleep at night knowing his best friend took his baby sister’s virginity. Christian was smitten with you, and you couldn’t get enough of him either! Time went by at warped speed and before either of you knew it, summer was coming to an end. You knew you had to return to school, and Christian had a choice to make, his career or you. You never gave him an ultimatum; you aren’t that kind of person. His choice was an unfortunate decision that had to be made due to the circumstances that surround both of you. Deep in your heart you hoped that he would choose you, but your head knew it wasn’t possible. The last night you and Christian spent together was one you would never forget because it held a special place in your memory bank. He made love to you under the stars, taking his time and savoring every moment spent skin on skin with you. His touches from that night still lingered on your body to this day.

“Y/N! Are you out here?” Adam’s voice snapped you back into reality the closer it got. “I have to go,” you murmured as you stood abruptly. Christian grabbed hold of your hand, stopping you in your tracks when the warmth of his skin covered yours. “Wait, Y/N! I didn’t come out here to upset you, I-I’m not sure why I came to find you instead of Adam. I’m not sure what I’m doing anymore,” Christian was exasperated by the time he finished talking. You kept your guard up against Christian because you knew if you didn’t, you would fall under his spell again and your heart just couldn’t take anymore hurt caused by him. Your voice was now elevated, surely bringing attention to your whereabouts as you laid into Christian, “I don’t know why you came out here either! There’s nothing to be said. There’s nothing between us anymore. There is no us in the first place! You’re engaged Christian! We haven’t even talked to each other in over a year. Just let me go, Christian. You have to let me go!” He tried to say something else, but Adam suddenly appeared behind you. “Everything okay sis?” he asked, his voice full of concern. You swallowed hard and did your best to retract the tears that threatened to spill over before responding, “Yes, yep! All good! How are you? It’s so good to see you!” Adam picked you up and swung you around while you hugged his neck tightly. When you were steady on your feet after he put you down, you made up an excuse to get as far away from Christian as you could, “I better get back to the party, I think there was someone mother wanted me to meet. I’ll see you inside and we’ll catch up later, okay?” You hurried away, not even giving Christian or Adam a second glance.

Suspicion was written all over Adam’s face after you went back inside leaving him and Christian alone together. His words were laced with suspicion also when he asked, “What the hell was that about man? Something happen between you two?” Christian remained quiet as he watched you disappear into the trees, leaving him standing in the very spot he left you just 2 summers ago. The rest of the night you avoided Christian at every turn, pretending he didn’t even exist. You knew Adam and Christian would be leaving in the morning and you knew it would be a long time before you would see either of them again. You were able to compose yourself long enough to get through the rest of your party, but you broke down in tears once you were behind closed doors. It looks like Christian broke the promise he made to your brother. He made you cry again.

#christian cage #jay reso #captain charisma #instant classic #christian4peeps #aew #all elite wrestling #christian cage fanfic #christian cage fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #adam copeland #rated r superstar #aew fanfiction #adam edge copeland #edge and christian

[meredith-harper81]

MAIN MASTERLIST🌷

Chris Evans x Reader stories...

18+ Content

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I do not own Chris Evans or any of his characters only for entertaining purposes :)

‼️FULL STORIES UPLOADED ON WATTPAD🩵‼️

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1. Part of Your World 🫀

Summary: A Supermodel and a Actors coming from two different lives and worlds. Once they collide with each other... can they make sometime of it?

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2. I’ve Always Loved You 💔

Summary: Chris and Lana were engaged and getting married... one night Chris came home drunk and broke it all off... what he didn't know was Lana was pregnant and he drops it all leaving both of them heartbroken.

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Four Years later Chris is at The Gray Man premiere and is sad when he sees his fellow costars with their families and kids and the hole that was in Chris's heart get's bigger.

Lana and her three-year-old daughter Aria are playing in the park when all of Aria is missing and hanging out with one person she wishes was dead.

What caused them to fall out, and why did Chris break this relationship?

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3. Arranged To Love 🪽

Summary: Aspyn Anderson was sold in a marriage with Theodor Aken, there is no love in-between them anymore, and more hatred and disgust.

Chris Evans is a multi-billionaire businessman who happens to lay his eyes on Aspyn when she and her husband moves into his mother's neighborhood

Will anything spark in-between the two?

Aspyn Anderson is a 31 and her parents died in a car accident leaving her with her aunt and uncle who sold her off to Theodore Aken in a marriage deal to pay off her uncles debts

Christopher Robert Evans is a 35 year old multi millionaire of his company Evans Enterprise and has not had luck in finding his other half while his siblings are all married or in a relationship, how will Chris mange when he falls in love with someone he can't have or can have but she can't love him back....

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#chris evans #andy barber #chris jamal evans #chrisevans #steve rogers #christopher evans #chris evans characters #chris evans x reader #chris evans smut #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fandom #evansedit #chris evans pr #arranged marriage #chrisevans smut #chris evans fic

[oliviablancmom]

Okay, since my post reach ten likes, I will take this as a "Yes" about knowing better the characters lol. So just for you guys Know, when I write something, even if only on my mind I like to give a face for the characters, I can't write or think imagining a blank face or me, but feel free to imagine however you want.

So let me presenting you guys, this beautiful family the Blanc's.

This is Clark Elias Blanc (uncle Clark for Max and Max only) he is french, and a business man, he directed mergers and acquisitions for some companies in the automotive sector, like every rich man he ventures into the investment things. His love for motorsport came from his father and grandfathers who were mechanics, both of whom first took him to the Monaco GP when he was a little boy and since that day, he has fallen in love with the sport. And made sure to pass this love for his children. Clark is currently Team Principal for the Skyline Racing Team.

This beauty right here, it is our first lady, our mother: Georgia Hale Blanc. She was a supermodel in her youth, but she drops her career to start a family with Clark. If was such a buzz for the media cause she was in her career peak, the magazines sweetheart and because of the age gap between her and Clark at the time ( it was only five years apart). Currently works in partnership with Susie Wolff to include girls in motorsport.

Clark and Georgia give birth to their two least favorite children (max it is their favorite, just kidding)

This is Josh Clark Blanc, Well Josh it is a womanizer, but this only because he (and Olivia) had the most beautiful example of what a relationship should be, and he's not so sure if he will find this someday. Just like his father, and his grandfather before that he inherited a love for motorsport, he started racing and competing with karts when he was just five years old, he had a natural talent, but it wasn't an obligation. There was a moment that took him away from the sport, but he recovered and returned to claim what it is his. Also loves to annoy his sister.

This is our Olivia Georgia Blanc, she is a sweetheart, shy, but goes feral to protect her brother and family name. She is her mother daughter, and loves fashion and art, not that she didn't like motorsports, but there's only one thing that makes her heart to speed when it comes to races. Don't like to be annoyed by her brother.

And finally, you guys have a new team to cheering for: Skyline Racing Team

motto: charged by lightning

Colors:

Factory: Croatia.

Team Principal: Clark Blanc.

Team Owner: Isaac Loncar

The team has won two titles in the first years of formula 1. It stayed out of the category for a while, and returned as a promise in the 2000s, after a long period of mess and bad results, it was restructured in 2016 with the arrival of Clark in team, went through a restructuring in the garage and factory, became competitive again, and is aiming to win a championship.

That it, let me know your thoughts on this, and if you guys have curiosity about them send me ask, I love this family I would love to talk about them. 😊

#max verstappen imagine #max verstappen x oc #max verstappen #max verstappen x reader #f1 imagine

[l-pandamatic-l]

Wondering if theres a masterlist but otherwise what about a angst (Mid teenage years) Kenny McCormick x Fem!reader were they’ve been bsf 4 evas since 2 and the reader has a crush on him but he doesnt seem to notice bc hes to busy with other girls but he notices when its to late? (She pushed him away or something) Also always more room for more inputs by you and if you can pt.2?

Kenny x Childhoodfriend!reader (kept Gn)

Undiscovered romance

You and Kenny were practically raised as best friends. From matching diapers and onesies, to matching middle school phases and cringey music tastes, to disgusting jokes, and eventually even the same friends. So you never thought one girl could come between it all.

This girl, Brook. She was a supermodel of a girl and only a junior in Highschool. If there was a boy in that school that wasn’t attracted to her, they were gay. At least, that’s what Kenny rambled on to you about for the entirety of lunch every day for the past week. It was like this girl was a drug. Kenny got one smile or one compliment or one laugh from Brook, and you were as good as him on his shoe. Finally, you got fed up with it. Every single time her name came up your stomach got twisted in knots and your eyes twitched. Brook was really a sweet girl, but for whatever reason it just made you hate her more. See, sometime around middle school, you got picked on. A lot. These kids would make fun of you and the way you looked or even talked. But Kenny, he stood up for you. The only one that did. His reasoning was so selfless and just seeing a different side of him that one time, you never looked back. Kenny was an Angel to you. From the way he treated Karen to the way he just always seemed to look out for the little guy. You were infatuated. But Kenny never so much as glanced at you that way, and now, he never would. So you did what protected you best. You pushed him away. It hurt, sure, but Kenny talked to Brook enough that he didn’t seem to mind that you never sat at his table at lunch anymore. Instead, Brook was in your seat. At lunch, in every class you had together, and even waiting for the bus.

with all these mixed feelings over Kenny, home hadn’t been much better. Your dad was sleeping in the couch these past few weeks and your mom lived in her room, door shut. So it wasn’t really much of a surprise when they sat you down to tell you that they were splitting up and you were moving schools. Maybe even states. You trudged up the stairs once again to your lonely room and opened your phone. Scrolling through Instagram, you see pictures on pictures of Kenny and Brook, hanging out with your friends, in your seat in his dirty old truck, and at your favorite movie. You screamed and threw your phone, the loud thump against the wall barely even satisfying the pained hole in your chest where you knew Kenny didn’t care. After years, you were replaced by a pretty smile and nice tits. That’s all it took. That’s all you were worth. You fell to the floor and cried until it felt like the tears ran dry and you were gonna be sick. You just felt pathetic. When your mom came back from work, she was followed by the moving van. She told you to pack the boxes next to the door and let the moving van pack it all up. You Watched as your life, all packed into cardboard boxes, was put away as if it were in neat little pieces, thought it all felt so much like the opposite. Shaken from your thoughts, your mother's keys hit against each other with a jangling sound as she told you she was just warming up the car and wanted you to do a double take over the rooms to make sure you got everything, you simply mumbled something akin to an 'alright' and watched with spaced vision as the engine turned. The moving van started pulling away and you saw a familiar, handsome face with blonde hair and a thin, scratched face. Kenny, his mouth agape and face stricken with an almost pained look.

"What..." It seemed like all he could muster up at the moment as he stared in awe and disbelief at the scene in front of him.

"Oh, so you remember me now, McCormick?"

"Dude what are you talking about? You've been ignoring me for weeks! You haven't said a word to me or texted at all. And now you're just moving away!? What the actual hell is wrong with you!?"

"ME!? What's wrong with me? Ohhh ha ha ha what a fucking douche! After miss big tits came around I'm not even a friend, much less your best friend! Boom! All it took was a hot girl and suddenly you don't give a shit about me, even though I care more about you than anyone else!"

Kenny stares, bewildered and silent as your mother honked the horn, leaving you to grab your bag that you had left on the porch and walk out to the car, Kenny following you.

"Look, Kenny, you're obviously just fine without me around okay? So just shut the hell up and go away. I have to go, the drive to the new place is like two hours and we kinda have to get ahead of the truck so they don't get there before us."

Kenny stutters, doing his best to find the words, but simply does nothing as he watches you go, wondering if your words meant what he thought. And he was left almost as heartbroken as you as you both went your separate ways.

#endingisshitbutwhatever #kennyxreader #kenny McCormick #romance #southpark #southparkxreader #xreader #sp

[thatbitchsimone]

I love you I love you

Thank you thank you

It’s a long story of circle of abuse, I used to save her from my father hitting her and few years later I had to save myself from both of them hitting me

I truly believe she’s evil, not what she does to me but to others also, she beats and humiliates not only me but the maids too, the other siblings are not beaten, the brother sometimes rarely but he’s her worshipper so i don’t think he minds.

I will get a job soon but I don’t think I can move out, it’s not very common here you know, and my father is like a influential guy, but hopefully when I earn my own money and cut her off I’ll be happy, we have a big house so living separately is possible.

I found out something today and it made me sick to my stomach, I have my whole life faced disgusting men, but turns out my brother is also one of them, he is after all my fathers and mothers son. he is an Andrew tate fanboy btw so you can guess his entire personality by that lolllllll.

I am so sorry this is alot of stuff to hear on a site where you are supposed to have fun, I am sending you apology hugs, take care 🫂❤️

Btw have you read the bell jar by Sylvia plath? It’s so depressing it’s taking me months to finish HAHAHAH

that is fucking awful and yes, i dont even believe in the whole concept of evil (i was raised without religion in a completely secular country + im very into psychology so good vs evil is not part of my worldview lol) but some behaviors even i just have to describe as evil and ur mom fits that pretty well like abusing ur own children is fucking evil. i have empathy for her to some extent since her behavior is clearly the result of her being abused herself like u said but it gets clouded by the absolute disgust and hatred and rage i feel for her for letting herself become the abuser herself and keeping the circle of abuse going by passing it on to her children. its one thing to not have the strength or power to stop ur husband from abusing ur kids, but straight up joining in on the abuse is a whole other level of disgusting and im so sorry u have to experience this.

but i do have to say that u seem like a genuinely good person like i really feel like u have so much kindness and love in ur heart and u seem like a very strong, sensible and intelligent girl and i get a strong feeling that the cycle of abuse is gonna end with u (as in, u wont be carrying it on and u will break free from it and if u have kids in the future u will be a good and loving mom to them) and i just wanna acknowledge that bc thats amazing and inspiring and i admire u so much like i just have so much admiration for u right now like u are everything u are the moment u are the vibe

anyway, glad to hear that u at least live in a big house so that u can at the very least have some space from her even tho u live together. i get that its not as easy or simple as some ppl think to ”just move out” especially if u live in a very family oriented culture where its not the norm to do so on top of it all so i think the best thing to do currently is to just kind of try to stay out of her way and honestly just not even listen to the bullshit she says bc her insults are kinda meaningless tbh bc lets be real, if u were skinny she would just use something else to criticize u for. she just wants to put u down in any way she can no matter what u look like. u could probably look like a damn supermodel or movie star and she would still find something to pick on and put u down for, bc she has issues. shes disturbed. her words are empty and her opinions on u are just completely irrelevant. why should u care if a deranged abusive sadist doesnt ”approve” of ur body and size? this woman thinks its ok to mentally torment everyone around her, even HER OWN CHILDREN that she just so happens to not just verbally and emotionally abuse but straight up physically abuse. shes a child abuser. actual scum of the earth. like honestly next time she says something about ur body or calls u fat or whatever this psychopath likes to call u just remind urself that this woman is actually disturbed and sick in the head like shes literally a terrible human being lol who the fuck is she to criticize anyone like ok so u got a little extra meat on ur bones meanwhile she is a deranged sadistic child abuser. like girl whatever flaw u may have is nothing compared to the flaws she has like u are so far above her in every way that actually matters like ur literally so much better than her in every way like shes actually pathetic.

sorry about ur brother btw. seems like us women can never catch a break from these male parasites that are crawling around everywhere these days. they just keep getting worse and worse now with all the andrew tate shit brainwashing them. thank god we women have each others backs in this vile current climate. sisterhood is so important, especially now with all this crazy shit going around.

and yes ofc ive read the bell jar! read it for the first time when i was 16 and have reread it a few times since then. its one of those books that deeply resonates with nearly every woman who reads it even now generations later like its truly timeless in that way thats why its so good

#ur amazing i love u

[dom-vinciguerra]

"A burnt child loves the fire.”

FULL NAME: Domenico Vinciguerra NICKNAME(S): Dom, Domenic (don’t call him that)  PREFERRED NAME(S): Dom, generally only goes by Domenico with fellow Italians or family BIRTH DATE: August 16th, 1994 AGE: 28 OCCUPATION: Owner of Puente (night club)

GENDER: Cis Man PRONOUNS: He/Him NATIONALITY: Italian  ETHNICITY: White (Italian + Spanish) NEIGHBORDHOOD: Rittenhouse

BIRTH PLACE: Palermo, Sicily, Italy HOMETOWN: Rome, Italy + Madrid, Spain SOCIAL CLASS:  upper class EDUCATION LEVEL: Fully completed upper secondary school, unfinished university degree FATHER:  Gabriele Vinciguerra MOTHER: Valeria Castillo SIBLING(S): N/A BIRTH ORDER: N/A CHILDREN: Dean Carlisle PET(S): N/A

BIOGRAPHY

trigger warnings for: physical child abuse

Being born to two beautiful and successful people, a famous Italian actor and a Spanish supermodel, in most ways Domenico was fated to live a charmed existence.  He had inherited his mother’s good looks and his father’s charisma.  He wore expensive clothes.  Attended fine schools.  Went on exotic vacations.  Sure, he was spoiled, but he wasn’t a bad kid.  Everything changed a few months shy of his ninth birthday, though.  To this day, he isn’t sure what he did to inspire his father’s ire (although now he realizes men like his father need no provocation to do horrific things to those they claim to love).  Had he been listening to the TV too loudly while his friends and colleagues had been over?  Embarrassed him somehow in front of them?  

Punishments became much more common in the Vinciguerra household after that.  Sometimes Domenico could pinpoint what he had done to ‘deserve’ the kiss from his father’s knuckles or lick of his belt, and he would make sure to avoid doing those things in the future.  But eventually, times he had no clue what he had done outweighed the times he did, and it didn’t take long for Domenico to grow from scared to resentful.  It became obvious to him it didn’t matter how he behaved, his clothes would still cover and hide bruises, so why try?  There was also the fact that after any particularly bad ‘fight’ (as his father called it, although could a child trying to dodge his father’s anger be considered a fight, which implied there were two willing participants?), he’d be gifted with some new, expensive gadget, or as he got older, perhaps a car or something of the ilk.  A poor attempt on his father’s part to buy his son’s forgiveness (or silence) and maintain the image the actor had cultivated for his perfect family. 

As he entered teen-hood, Dom took advantage of his father’s name and wealth, leaned into the image of spoiled rich kid, just to spite the man, knowing image meant everything to him.  He snuck into clubs underaged and stumbled out drunk at 4 A.M. in front of tabloid photographers.  Raced fast cars and crashed them.  Threw the fists that he couldn’t find the courage to raise to his father at others.  He was sent to numerous boarding schools, but none of them stuck, regardless of how strict they were.  He was ‘sent’ (abducted from his room in the middle of the night) to camps that claimed to help ‘troubled teens’.  But all he’d ever come back with was an even worse attitude and in the case with the camp, a layer of dirt that he couldn’t seem to scrape from his skin no matter how hard he scrubbed.  

He found the entire thing ironic.  His father was the one beating the shit out of him, yet Domenico was the one being treated like a criminal in the making.  Of course, it’s because no one knew about his father, and despite how much he hated the man, he couldn’t bring himself to tell anyone.  Maybe it was the way his mothers’ eyes pleaded with him to just behave and take the punishment, or his father’s promises that no one would believe him, that it was his word over his.  Maybe it was the shame, that he let it happen.

There were brief respites, though, when his mother would whisk him away to Spain for a trip to visit her family and friends.  “It’s a puenta, mi cielito!’ she’d exclaim, trying to get him to dance with her, ‘it’s time for us to go wild!’.  And for those long weekends, they’d forget about his father, her husband, and enjoy themselves.  Domenico never wanted those trips to end, begging his mother to let them stay in Spain, never step a foot back in Italy.  And he could always tell she’d think about it, but eventually, she’d look at him with tearful eyes and Dom would know their puenta was coming to an end, and they’d be going home.  And then he’d be on his worst behavior when he got home, ruining his father’s good mood and starting the cycle all over again.  

Eventually, though, with his father getting older, and Domenic growing stronger and taller than even before, it was obvious his father was losing his tenuous control over his son.  But like all insecure men, when they start to lose their grasp they try and hold on tighter.  And after a particularly brutal night in the Vinciguerra household that left Dom with a fractured orbital bone and detached retina that required surgery, it became obvious to all parties that change was coming.  After recuperating, Dom moved to the States, and with the ever present threat of finally having a medical file that could prove his father’s temper and limit the already limited roles being offered to an aging action star with the scandal of it all, he was given a fairly unlimited trust fund.  

Not wanting to forever be known as Gabriele Vinciguerra’s brat son (and knowing not many people would even know who that was in the States), Domenico was determined to make something of himself, that would differentiate himself from his father.  So Dom decided to do what he knew best: party.  As in, he decided to open a night club.  But he didn’t want it to be one that you tried out because you knew it was owned by a celebrities’ kid, he wanted it to be one that was genuinely renowned, that kept you coming back.  And after a couple of years of hard work, he liked to think he achieved just that, Puente being one of Philly’s hottest night spots.  Killer DJs, a massive dance floor, experienced bar tenders and bottle girls, and great ambiance, with the chance on expansion on the horizon.  But now without having to put all his energy towards establishing his club, Domenic is left wondering, ‘well, what next?’

WANTED CONNECTIONS

regular clubgoers.  domenico doesn’t have a lot of steady relationships in his life, but the regulars who continue to come back to Puente and make it a success always get special treatment from him.

friends.  most people dom would call acquaintances even when they might call him friend, so it’s a rare few who actually get that title from him.  while they probably don’t know all the dirty details of his life, probably are at least aware of his estrangement from his father, although dom always prefers to keep things light.

flings/fwb.  dom doesn’t do exes, because that would mean they’re an ex something.  but flings? flings he does.  and a lot.  it’s a part of the lifestyle of owning a club, always surrounded by beautiful people trying to have a good time, and he’s always willing to provide just that.

ex.  okay, maybe he does do exes.  but only one.  and who knows, maybe they’re the reason he makes that bold statement of ‘no exes’ now. 

employees. any number of people who could work at puente!  djs, bottle girls/guys, bartenders, personal assistant, other staff!

at odds.  someone who for some reason domenico is at odds with.  maybe a owner of a competing club, or perhaps a neighbor who finds his business too loud.  maybe a neighbor at his own apartment who he does’t get on with!

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[mountphoenixrp]

We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

                 Fallyn Deja Garcia, who is know by no other name,                                 a 28 year old daughter of Hades.                      She is the manager of Mount Phoenix Bank.

FC NAME/GROUP:  Kang Seulgi / Red Velvet CHARACTER NAME: Fallyn Deja Garcia AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: February 10, 1994 PLACE OF BIRTH: Leeds, England OCCUPATION: Manager of Mount Phoenix Bank (MPB) HEIGHT: 161cm DEFINING FEATURES:

well-proportioned figure with equally wide shoulders and hips, small waist, slender limbs, tend to gain weight in the lower body, beige complexion with neutral undertone

round face, RBF, plump round cheeks, hooded eyes

A small scar on the right index finger

Two tattoos:   a lotus flower and “life doesn’t allow you to be weak” on her back, and “courage” is on the right side of her rib

PERSONALITY: Fallyn will never be satisfied with being inferior. Authoritative, charismatic, shrewd, calculating, and somewhat manipulative, she’s living to follow her own dreams and ambitions. Her hard-earned grit and self-esteem turn her into a disciplined and dignified individual. Being prudent with strong leadership, she takes herself and her doings very seriously.  She’s more than willing to work hard and give everything she’s got for the sake of success, yet at the same time showing respect to people, the law, and her work ethic.

While looking stern and composed most of the time, Fallyn still sees herself as fun-loving and approachable. Her whimsicality and sense of humour may surprise others, whereas her intense desire for privacy can perplex even those who are close to her. She prefers to mind her own business and have fun with people she cares for at times, and what she wants from others is respect and not attention. People can pay tribute to her, but they shouldn’t expect true gratitude or appreciation from her in return.

Far beyond that calm and powerful facade is a great deal of anxiety and confusion. Fallyn knows well that she’s here to strive for success and status since that seems to be the only way to keep her going. Until now, when she’s done with self-pitying and blaming the world for her weaknesses, she’s still struggling to find what makes her genuinely happy. While she’s got a rather healthy self-esteem but a quite serious trust issue, she still needs to learn the true meaning of self-love and, to a further extent, love for other people.

HISTORY: (TW: mention of death, depression, self-harm, sexual harassment, abortion)

Fallyn’s birth coincided with the formation of the Gordon, a devastating hurricane, in the southwestern Caribbean. Her mother always included that fact in the explanation for Fallyn’s thunderous vagitus and later, her forcefulness.

Being the only stepdaughter of a Spanish-American hotel-resort group owner and his third wife, a Korean-English ex-supermodel and a successful businesswoman, little Fallyn received too much yet too little attention from the world. As a pre-teen, she didn’t mind that at all. The bright side of being a celebrity’s beloved daughter was still enjoyable, as long as she kept the media at a decent distance from her existence.

Unfortunately, innocence could never last long. The later adolescent years mercilessly knocked out Fallyn’s sunny core, pushing her right down the bottomless hole of depression.

Intense sibling rivalry, constant peer pressure, and lack of life purpose soon became the major theme of Fallyn’s life. For a rather short yet excruciatingly annoying part of her life, she had to live under one roof with her obnoxious stepbrother, Loren Sungho Garcia, whose mother had left their shared stepdad at the altar after she had found out that he had cheated on her with Fallyn’s glamourous mother.

Everything went downhill since Fallyn had to move to America so that they – she, her mother, her new husband and his obnoxious stepson – could live together as a real family. They said she was just another rich kid dealing with trivial struggles typical of her age, and she also believed it. Hence, she did what a teenager in her inexplicable quarter-life crisis would do. Each decision made came out worse than the last, confirming the label that had been unfairly - or fairly? - sealed on her.

Spoiled brat, attention whore, brainless rebel, drama queen. Ironically, she had never been or felt like a queen, definitely not at home, and only in her wishful thinking at school. Top education and affluent background didn’t make the kids any nicer, and with her stubborn quietness, Fallyn effortlessly turned herself into an outcast.

One day, at the tender sixteen, the love letter she wrote to her classmate, a sweet girl with an angelic face, was read aloud in the middle of the school cafeteria at lunchtime. To get rid of the devastating embarrassment, Fallyn relied on a sharp razor. Half a day later, she found herself waking up on the hospital bed with a bandaged wrist, along with the ability to see and talk to ghosts.

Her poorly planned escape didn’t work out well, yet at least, by the time she had to beg on her knees, her mother gave in and let her be home-schooled. Hence, instead of being trapped in boring classes with monstrous classmates, she was caged in the mansion’s four walls, with CCTVs, a butler, and a bunch of tutors to help her past the time.

An exclusive chauffeur was also assigned to take her to and from the office of a prestigious psychologist in town. Six months after her first therapy session, Fallyn was taken to the hospital to take a growing life out of her, while that psychologist was put behind bars and was staying there for a while.

Since then, Fallyn avenged her traumas again, this time by studying like crazy. After getting a joint honours degree in International Business and Finance at the University of Leeds, she was all ready to ‘dethrone’ her stepbrother to become the official heir of their stepfather’s business. A melodramatic mind game between the stepsiblings would have taken place, if Loren hadn’t been a chicken and run away even before she could make the first move.

Fallyn won by default, and she felt very much betrayed.

Time flew, until a dog day of July 2022, Fallyn had just finished yet another disappointing phone call with her real estate agent, as they had jet found a place fitting her requirements. As if hearing her frustration, a spirit appeared to tell her about Mount Phoenix, conveniently revealing her divine origin.

A daughter of Hades, the Greek god of the dead, the King of the Underworld. A demigoddess she was.

‘There are many of whom like you on the island, some deities too, oh and, your step-bro Loren! I’ve heard he’s there as well!’

And that were way too sufficient reasons for Fallyn to pack her bags, kiss her confused mother and step-dad goodbye, and move to that said Mount Phoenix.

Let the real game begin.

PANTHEON: Greek CHILD OF: Hades POWERS:

Necromancy: She has the ability to sense, summon and speak to ghosts and spirits.

Dog whisperer: Any dog that is within an approximately 10-meter radius will obey her unconditionally.

STRENGTHS:

She can see and communicate with ghosts and spirits, good and evil alike, without effort.

Besides dogs, she’s got this vibe that makes most animals be comfortable around her.

If you are considered a friend, she will be one of the first ones to answer your call for help. She enjoys helping people rearrange stuff around their house or supporting them financially.  

Despite her intensely competitive demeanour, she’s got the dignity to never play dirty, and there are boundaries that she will never cross even when in the most disadvantageous situation for her. Any unfairness found will upset her to no end.

She is blessed with great health and a sturdy physique, which are well-maintained with a healthy diet and strict workout routine.    

WEAKNESSES:

She can’t resurrect the dead by power or by any other means.

Long communication with evil spirits may cause mental and physical tiredness, if she isn’t careful, it will lead to an extended period of exhaustion that demands lots of time to recover from.

She doesn’t like nor makes any efforts to explain herself to anyone. She does what she does, and those who associate with her would be expected to do as told without questioning. Fallyn believes there is a method in her madness, and most of the time, it is.

She tends to see the world solely from her own point of view, making it challenging for her to genuinely put herself into others’ shoes and accept things the way they are. She can get dictatorial and close-minded while trying to ‘fix’ people and things.

In the kitchen, she is a disaster. Fallyn simply can’t cook to save her life, hence whenever she moves to a new place, she would hire a chef who will take care of the daily meals for her.

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