Tumgik
#i just know his dad is more proud of him and what he’s achieved than he is for any of his own career wins
mire1li · 2 months
Text
Reader as Alastor's Mother
My very silly gf (@yurislotusgarden) gave me hc ideas so i wrote them (with her help) This is fem!Reader! Part 2!, Part 3!
Tumblr media
𓋼 You heard about the Hazbin Hotel and decided that you wanted a chance at redemption, which is how you ended up there. Alastor was out when you arrived so Charlie met you first.
“Oh my goodness, hi! It’s a pleasure to meet you! I’m Charlie! Would you like a tour of the hotel?! Please, come inside!” She essentially dragged you in and then finally calmed down.
She would drag you around the whole hotel, explaining things too fast for you to register. And then Alastor suddenly entered the hotel, looking proud and smug as ever. 𓋼 “Alastor?”
“Mother, Is that you? It’s been far too long!”
"Indeed, it has! Say, do you know your way around here?"
"I do! Why do you ask?"
"Well… this Charlie girl gave me a tour earlier but… she was simply too frantic with explaning everything so… I couldn't really catch on to what she said"
"Ah yes, classic Charlie."
And so, he showed you around properly, in a much calmer and more understandable fashion. You two ran into Charlie once or twice, but just told her you were 'walking around and meeting the residents and staff' as to not upset her.
You took turns telling stories during your tour, his being much more interesting than you'd expected! 𓋼 Charlie and Vaggie essentially had the exact same reaction to finding out you’re Alastor’s mother. Since one was out when the other found out, it made it much funnier.
“Hey Alastor, who is this?”
“Why, it’s my mother!” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and brought you closer, in a side-hug, wearing the most sly grin any of them had ever seen.
“Oh, alright- hold on what?!” 𓋼 I could see Angel and Husk talking about you at the bar, nothing bad, of course.
“So who’s she?” Angel sat down on one of the seats
“Heard she’s Alastor’s mother” Husk turned to Angel and offered him a shot.
“His mother? Why’s she here?”
“Gee, I wonder why someone would come to the hotel all about redemption” 𓋼 “So, you’re down here then, Alastor. No surprise there.”
“Oh please, you flatter me, Mother.” 𓋼 From the day you two were reunited, he always came to you to tell you about any recent achievements of his.
Everyone was absolutely terrified when they found out about you being his mother for 2 main reasons:
1 If Alastor is as scary as he is, then imagine how much scarier his mother would be! But in truth, you’re an absolute sweetheart, which shocked everyone, causing them to be more cautious around you, in case it was all a lie. (It wasn’t)
2 Alastor is incredibly protective of you, even though he hasn’t explicitly said anything, everyone saw how he watched them when they spoke with you. Especially Angel. 𓋼 One time, it just so happened that Alastor was 'out on business' as he called it. During that time, Charlie's father, Lucifer Morningstar, came by to check on his daughter and the hotel.
He saw you, and his first words were "Hey there, are ya single by chance?~"
Charlie saw him flirting with you so she ran up to him and introduced you as Alastor's mother, in an attempt to scare him off from you since Lucifer and Alastor don't exactly get along… although, instead of deterring him, it just motivated him to continue.
"Dad! This is [Name]! Alastor's mother!"
"Oooh! His mother you say?~"
"Dad!"
You and him were just talking, Charlie trying to pull him away from you, when Alastor returned to the hotel. Oh, he was not happy.
"Lucifer, you sly motherfucker."
"I for sure will be one tonight!"
Let's just say… Lucifer didn't return to the hotel when Alastor was around, for a good while… 𓋼 Whenever you were bored, you would bake things for the other hazbin residents and staff. Everyone adored whatever you made! When you told everyone you would always bake when you were alive, no one was surprised.
Speaking of when you were alive and baking, one day young Alastor had walked in on you baking and got curious.
"Mother! What are you doing?"
"I'm baking, darling"
"Can I help you??"
"Alright, but be careful"
You allowed him to mix the batter and check the oven. 𓋼 He would always come help you whenever he knew you were baking, even as he grew older. And after death, he always recalled those memories, missing those times, so when he saw you in the kitchen of the hotel, he wondered what you were doing.
"Mother! What are you doing?" he asked, looking over your shoulder at the ingredients.
"I'm going to bake something for everyone, darling!"
"Oh? Can I… help you?"
He was a bit shy. Just a little bit.
At some point during your baking time, Angel entered the kitchen for something, only to see Alastor mixing some batter whilst you were preparing other ingredients.
"What the fuck Alastor? What the fuck's wrong with ya?"
"Nothing is wrong with me, I'm simply baking with my mother."
"What the fuck…"
And then Husk entered.
"What is happening?"
"Get this, Alastor is baking"
Husk laughed and took the opportunity to tease Alastor, because why wouldn't he?
"You've gone soft, Alastor!"
"Haha! Shut up."
"Alastor! Be nice to your friends!" you exclaimed and lightly whacked him over the head with a wooden spoon.
Angel and Husk snickered and ran out of the kitchen after that, clearly on their way to cause mischief. 𓋼 Everyone was gathered in the lobby doing their own thing, when Angel and Husk ran into the room, laughing about something.
"You guys won't believe it! Alastor got hit over the head with a wooden spoon! By his mother!" he exclaimed, attracting everyone's attention.
It only took you and Alastor another hour to finish what you were baking, so when you both entered the lobby with the cookies you baked, everyone turned their attention to you, and the gossiping and questions began.
"Oh, look! It seems the almighty radio demon wasn't completely defeated by that wooden spoon, after all!" Angel laughed
𓋼 After that whole fiasco, Angel started calling Alastor the "Spoon Demon", which Alastor didn't appreciate but he understood it was all in good fun so eventually he, though begrudgingly, embraced it. 𓋼 One day, you decided that you were bored, so you took a bunch of hair accessories with you to Alastor and started decorating his hair with pins, most of them being sparkly, and he didn't have the heart to say no… at some point he tried to take them off but he noticed that it made you sad, so for the entire day, he walked around the hotel with them in his hair, prompting Angel to call him "Sparkles" that day. And maybe a few more 'days' after that too…
𓋼 On certain days, Alastor would be incredibly clingy, always hugging you and never leaving your side. He never told you why but whenever it was one of these days, no one seemed to bother him. You assumed he was in a bad mood.
𓋼 Alastor asked you how you died during one of his 'clingy days', and when you told him that you died of old age, he seemed much happier that week. He even helped Charlie renovate some of the hotel for free!
𓋼 Naturally, Vaggie was suspicious of him when she noticed he was this happy
"What's got you in such a bubbly mood?"
"Oh, nothing~"
"uh huh…"
"What? Can I not have a good day?" 𓋼 Charlie announced that as a 'team building' activity they'd be having a sleepover, which Alastor opted to skip out on, however, you convinced him to go. The next day, the tips of his claws, where his nails would be, were painted all sorts of colours. You were also shown pictures of Alastor in full makeup… this was certainly the work of Charlie and Angel.
"Never again."
"Oh come on, you need to spend time with them!"
"Absolutely not, Mother."
917 notes · View notes
chelawrites · 6 months
Note
i would love to see a driver reader x lando norris,
maybe the reader is a driver for ferrari and was a rookie the same year as lando and the reader won the wdc this year and maybe lando being super proud sing her win and maybe really fluffy between the two afyer the podium when they are alone
if you want this to be longer you could make it a 5 times + 1, where the reader could be kimis daughter and her and lando would be like black cat and golden retriever vibes and could add moments in their relationship where people found out about their relationship and one time they told the world when the reader won the wdc
Ask and you shall receive, boo! I actually wrote this one a couple times, but this final product is the one I felt flowed the best. I did originally want to make this more of a longer (maybe even episodic) fic, but I thought it might get too similar to my current Lando fic (that I still need to finish 🫠). That being said, I hope you enjoy this one! 💕
Champagne Kisses | Lando Norris | LN4
TW: (probably very poorly translated Finnish word) other than that - none!
Summary: You, a driver, win your first world championship, and celebrations (and overall fluff) ensue.
Tumblr media
You’ve done it. You just crossed the finish line, in P1. Exhilarated couldn’t even begin to explain how you were feeling. Slowing your car’s speed, you begin your victory lap - Charles cruising along next to you. “You’ve done it, Y/N! P1! Charles landed in P2 - a Ferrari double podium! Amazing job today. It’s even better because you’ve just racked up the points to earn yourself the title of World Champion!” Your race engineer celebrates you on the other side, hearing the rest of the Ferrari garage cheering behind him.
“I’m absolutely thrilled! Yes! Thank you everyone; to everyone at Ferrari, the factory, behind the scenes. Congrats to Charles as well. Everyone - we did it!” You can’t help but scream, laugh, and cry from your achievement.
You make your way back to parc ferme after waving to the crowds who came to watch the race. The Ferrari crew erupts behind the barrier, whooping and hollering their praises to you and Charles. After taking a running start, you both leap into them - on an absolute adrenaline high. You’re slowly placed back on the ground, your eyes immediately searching for your father, knowing he’d be somewhere around here.
“Mini!” You hear your dad calling out your childhood nickname in the crowd. Something that came about when you would be tagging along on race weekends, it followed you when you decided to take up karting and follow his footsteps of becoming an F1 driver.
“Isä!” (Dad) His arms are wide open for you and you jump in, taking in the moment with your father. Your tears flow a little harder in his comforting hold - forever indebted to his support and mentoring.
“I’m so proud of you! Go on.” He breaks the hug apart. “You still got more to do before you’re done here today.” The way his face looks is something you’re not familiar seeing on a track, he usually saved these emotions for home, but his pride was overflowing and he couldn’t help it.
Turning away, you take off your helmet, taking a moment to wipe the tears that clung to your cheeks - you couldn’t not continue to show yourself as a stone cold Räikkönen, that’s what got you to your world champ status. The bottle of water on your P1 box is quickly chugged as you were incredibly parched after the intense race you just had. You look around, making note of who else would be sharing your podium today in between random crew and drivers patting your shoulders, head, and back. Charles in P2 - which you knew already, and Lando in P3. You sit back, leaning on the box while you wait for the two boys to finish their interviews. Each of them, once finished, coming up to congratulate you - and you in return. Lando however, takes his time, squeezing you tightly in his arms, breaking apart only when you’re called up for your interview - wiping your tears away before he sends you off. “Good luck, darling. I’ll see you on that podium very soon.” He wanders off to Charles, waving to you as he goes. You hear the F1 producer calling you up again for your interview, handing you a mic.
The interviewer smiles before asking you your first question. “Seems like you’ve got quite a bit of supporters out there. Lando seems like your number one fan, huh?” Of course they tried to slide in a cheeky question about your relationship.
“Well my dad would say he’s my number one fan, but we won’t tell that to Lando.” You wink at the camera.
The host does a dry laugh before moving on. “Anyways, what an intense race?! All of the battles today and before have now lead you to your first world championship. It must feel amazing?”
You nod, full of excitement. “It was quite intense, yes. But it was fun and challenging, so that made it all the better. The guys were good sports and I’m honored to get to race with them. But as for the title - I wouldn’t want it if it was easy.” You laugh nervously as you finish, public speaking never really your thing - and right now you were having to speak, very very publicly.
The host listened intently, then begins their next question. “We have to ask, how is your father handling this moment?”
You smirk, the Räikkönen coming through you. “Well it’s my championship, not my father’s, right? I think he’s taking it better than I am.” The host laughs, full of confusion - making your dad laugh loudly on the sideline. “But he’s over the moon, what parent wouldn’t be?”
Back in their groove, the interviewer finishes the segment, “Thank you, congratulations.” You walk away, handing the mic back to the producer. “Well that, everyone, is your newest world champion - Y/N “Mini” Räikkönen!”
The time you three spend in the cool down room is full of chatter and congratulations, you are the first female world champion and Charles and Lando were more than happy to celebrate. They begin to filter out as told - taking their turns walking up and onto the podium. You’re the last to exit the room, making your way up. Being up here wasn’t anything new, seeing your face larger-than-life on the big LED screen behind the podium, political slash important people and some FIA folks flanking the drivers, people screaming and cheering. But today, today everything felt like it was turned up one hundred, no, one thousand percent. The crowd was louder, the lights were brighter, flashier, and you were much more emotional. You attempt to hold in another round of your happy tears, but as soon as your trophy gets handed to you - you bawl. Charles laughs, proudly standing to your side. Lando looks on in adoration, completely enamores by you. You raise the trophy high, jumping up and down - you catch your dad’s eyes and wave the trophy at him. You settle yourself and set the trophy down, getting ready for the champagne. The classic song begins to play, everyone picking up their bottles and beginning to shake them. You are immediately surrounded and soaked with the sticky, sweet liquid. They give you a small break and you aim your bottle at the crowd sharing a little bit of the party with them as well.
“Y/N! Photo time!” Charles yells from behind you, snapping you out of your champagne daydream. You run back, placing the bottle on the floor and climb back up on the podium, smiling the biggest smile you could possibly manage - trophy in hand.
Once the photo is snapped Charles steps off the podium but Lando lingers. “Let’s go, Y/N!” He bursts, his face is beaming at you as if there were hearts projecting out of his eyes. The crowd picks up from the vision of the two of you and in a quick movement he swoops in for a kiss, something you weren’t sure was allowed on this stage - but you didn’t care, you continued that kiss until your knees felt weak.
* * *
You make your way back to your driver’s room alone, but it takes forever because you’re constantly stopped, people offering their congratulations. Today, you decide, you don’t mind the attention people are giving you and are happy to stop here and there. As you finally make your way back to the Ferrari motorhome, and more specifically your driver room, you get pulled into your room, door locking behind you. “Hey?!” You spin on your heels surprised - yet unsurprised, to see your boyfriend smiling back at you.
“Hi, love. Hello…my world champion!” Lando picks you up in a hug, spinning you around before setting you back on your feet and steadying you. He presses a kiss to your lips, his hard lips moving full of confidence. “I love the taste of your lips after a podium.”
You smile into the kiss, breaking apart to respond. “Oh, yours taste divine as well.” Leaning in you steal on more kiss, giggling as you stop.
“I hope you’re not ready for the celebrations to end.” He releases his arms from around you, taking a look around the room and how you’ve decorated it for the week.
There’s a puzzled look on your face as you stare at him. “What is that supposed to mean?”
He turns back around to face you, hustling to grab your hand. “We’ve all decided to take you out! Dinner with the grid!”
A yawn escapes your throat, “Oh, that sounds great! Do I get to nap first?”
Laughing he unlocks the door and pulls you out of the driver’s room. “Yes, darling. You can nap first.”
* * *
Revitalized from your nap, you sit next to Lando in his company loaned McLaren as he drives you to the restaurant the boys picked out for the night. You stuck with a casual dress code since you’d be flying back to Monaco after dinner with Lando. He was in a t-shirt with jeans and sneakers with a backwards cap to finish the look. You opted for wide-leg jeans, a tank top bodysuit and some sneakers. Perfectly comfy, just how you liked it after a prix.
When you arrive, he whips the car around the drive for valet to take care of parking the car. Helping you out of your seat, he walks hand in hand with you up the short flight of stairs that lead into the restaurant. As soon as you walk into the private section the boys had reserved they all jump from their seats and yell, “Mini!”
You lean into Lando’s shoulder as you laugh, his puppy eyes not moving an inch away from you. He walks you to the head of the table, pulling out the chair and pushing you in once you’re seated.
“Now, Y/N, you know the rules right?” Alex piped up, sitting with Lily only a few seats away.
“WORLD CHAMPION’S TREAT!” Most of the guys are sounding off around the table, already a little buzzed from the drinks and making themselves laugh at their own ridiculousness.
You motion with your hands for everyone to settle. “Alright, alright. Get whatever you want!” They all erupt cheer again. You and Lily exchange silly eye rolls over their behavior.
The rest of dinner is full of non-stop banter between the boys, as well as them coming around to you every so often to congratulate you - the really buzzed ones make more than one trip around. At the end of the night you ask Lily if she’ll take a photo of the grid, wanting to keep this memory forever. Everyone lines up in a couple of rows, insisting you stand in the front - dead center. Lily begins to countdown, “3…2…”
On one you’re lifted off the ground by Carlos, Lando, Oscar, and Max. As they hold you in a side-plank position you feel Lando’s breath on your ear. “Congratulations, my love.” The whisper ends as he presses a kiss to your cheek.
“Okay! I took a lot!” Lily walks back to the group handing your phone back to you and you thank her. You continue to thank everyone for the night out, bidding everyone goodnight - both of you having to hop back on the plane to Monaco.
* * *
The flight home arrives very late in the night, bordering on early morning - both of you barely able to stand with how exhausted you are. Once you’ve arrived back in the apartment Lando, in his dazed state, becomes clingy, not letting go of you as he picks you up - his lips finding their way to your neck. “Time for bed, love?” You yawn and nod your head, your boyfriend carrying you away to the bedroom. He sets you down at the edge of the bed, helping you out of your jeans and bodysuit. As he rummages through the dresser in the corner you remove your jewelry and set it on your nightstand. Lando helps you into an old t-shirt of his, then begins undressing himself - ending up in just his briefs.
You crawl into bed, him following closely after you. “Goodnight, baby. I love you!” You tiredly moan.
He raises a hand to caress your face. “I love you, my world champion.”
509 notes · View notes
astraystayyh · 1 year
Text
SKZ as oddly specific love languages
fluff, pre-established relationship!! mention of vomiting in lee know's part
i have an 80 pages thesis to write but this is what i do instead........
Chan : reminding you to take your medicine
whenever you are sick this man would turn his dad mode ON
he would put alarms in his phone for your medicine and reminds you to take them each day. without fault.
lowkey takes better care of you than he takes care of himself
if it's a nasty medicine, he will send you something along the lines of 'i know it tastes like shit but you can do it baby!!'
will congratulate you as if you've achieved a big milestone when you just took your medicine, but it's so endearing????
bonus : would search up what vitamins you might need and buys them for you because he needs you to be healthy, always
Minho : holding your hair while you vomit
being sick is never fun but minho is extra gentle with you during those days
if you get dizzy and need to vomit multiple times, he'd sit down with you on the bathroom floor, your head on his lap while he plays with your hair gently
and whenever you get the urge to puke, he'll hold your hair for you and rub soothing circles on your back
"you are doing so good baby"
will make sure you are hydrated afterwards!!
brushes your teeth and washes your face for you
he won't ever make you feel bad he'd just be like "what do you need? whatever it is i got you"
bonus : will so make you soup and feed it to you like a baby
Changbin : walking on the right side of the road
he doesn't even realize he's doing it
but whenever you are walking together he would make sure he's on the side near cars
will be talking to you and smoothly switch sides
his arm will always be on your shoulders or on your lower back HE JUST HAS TO TOUCH YOU!!!
he just needs you to be safe at all times
if you are bad at crossing roads (like me) he will hold your hand and do it
not in a patronizing way, more in 'please don't get yourself killed i need you alive'
bonus : he will tie your shoelaces for you in the middle of the road :(
Hyunjin : Writing you love letters
this man will definitely write love letters
for every anniversary you will get a handwritten one that's a given
but you'll also get ones on random days
i feel like he has so much love for you and he will feel it at random times and he'll be like i need to write this down!!!!
will also write you loving sticky notes and put them everywhere
on the fridge, on the bathroom mirror, on your bookshelf EVERYWHERE
they will be compliments like 'you look so pretty today', or just 'i'm so proud of you', or 'dont forget to drink water!!'
bonus : will text you every love poem that reminds him of you
Han : Letting you choose a movie to watch
this man loves his movies but he loves you more!!!!
will host movie nights with you religiously
makes a pillow fort and buys all the snacks you want
then he'd let you pick the movie
he may not even like the genre but will watch it just for you
also he watches you more than he watches the movie
he just loves seeing your face light up when it's a scene/actors you love
he's the embodiment of 'your happiness is my happiness'
bonus : if you ever cry during a movie i feel he will cry too LMAO literally feels your emotions as his own
Felix : Saving you the last sweet treat
ok we know felix will bake for you BUT he loves sweets too right
but he will always save you the last treat
last brownie ? yours, last cookie ? yours, last piece of cake? YOURS
he won't outwardly say it, and he might even be craving it but if you ask him if he wants it he'll say 'no go ahead baby it's yours!'
he loves making you happy and if it's through simple things as this then he's all in
also wants to make sure you are eating well
will literally fight you if you try to feed it to him "NO YOU EAT IT BABY"
bonus : when you get any cravings this man will go out at the crack of dawn to get it for you, he's just so in love
Seungmin : Making a fool out of himself to make you laugh
this man is pro at roasting
you will match his energy of course and he loves your bantering
loves to make it look as if YOU are obsessed with him (which you are but he is too so it's okay)
but when you are feeling sad he will literally go :((
needs to cheer you up AT ALL COSTS
so he will start making fun of himself or making stupid comments that make him look like a dork JUST FOR YOU TO SMILE
if you are crying and he makes you giggle he'll be like BINGO
will literally make you laugh so hard you forget why you were sad in the first place
bonus : definitely will tickle you until you can no longer breathe and then he will pepper your face with kisses :,)
Jeongin : creating curated playlists for you
my man jeongin loves his music and he loves you
he will of course have the lovey dovey playlist of soft songs that reminds him of you
BUT he will go above and beyond
will make you a playlist for your each mood because he knows you so well
like a playlist named 'when you feel like crying also why aren't you texting me rn'
or 'for when you want to feel like a bad bitch (which you are)'
or even music he thinks you'll like while getting ready or doing chores
he's not always there but he feels that if you listen to the playlists he made you he will be there with you
bonus : will definitely share his earphones with you and thinks it's so cute when you lay your head on his shoulder:(
2K notes · View notes
nerys-nerie · 7 months
Text
Ethan Landry x MILF!Reader
Tumblr media
Would you look at that it’s my yearly post, anyway.
Warnings: Mentions of Masturbation, Ethan being a stalker(what’s new?), I’m not sure if that’s it. I gave you a last name. It’s your husbands.
And I’m already writing a part two, with smut, so I’ll post that soon. This is for those people that told me they would like to read this. I’m not about to edge them so here it is.
I tried not to make it long because someone said not to like the last one.
————————————
Ethan heard a knock at the door. It was you. You were standing there with the food you’d just made for his family. You grinned when you saw him.
“Ethan, it’s so good to see you. How’s college going?” You asked kindly while walking in the door.
“It’s good.” He hoped you couldn’t hear the nerves in his voice.
“Good, good.” You rubbed his arm and walked to the dining room to his mother. You gave her a big hug and set your dishes down near hers.
Ethan watched the interaction with a small huff. He couldn’t believe after all these years he still couldn’t talk to you like a normal person.
You were his neighbor, well more than that. You were his middle school infatuation that led to his high school obsession and the current love of his life. You also happened to be his mom’s best friend, with two kids, and a husband. And you were about to enter your thirties.
It wasn’t his fault your curves just called to him. The way you walked, talked, and even the way you breathed had him hard. He could just smell your perfume and he suddenly found himself in a private setting pumping his cock to you.
He’s only ever looked at someone else when he was drunk and they kind of looked like you. It was so embarrassing for him when he was drunk and making out with a girl. He said your name so desperately that even in the girl’s drunken state she knew it wasn’t her he lusted for.
He apologized to her profusely but still, that's as far as they went. That’s as far as he’s ever gone. Ethan doesn’t exactly have the best luck with women so the man was still a virgin.
Ethan suddenly remembered he needed to put the pictures of you that were on his bed currently needed to go back under his bed. Yes, pictures. Not all of them are dirty ones, some are just you walking to get the mail. The dirty ones are from you accidentally leaving the curtain open when you were getting dressed.
Sometimes the little shit would notice you and your husband about to get freaky so he would knock on the door and ask about something only you would know. He was a constant cockblock if he could help it.
He watched you talking to his dad. He was always watching you. He watched as your husband placed his hand on the small of your back and how your little boys clung to your legs.
His father looked at him for a moment. Bailey pointed everyone’s attention to Ethan and began to brag about how good his grades were in college.
“It’s nothing.” Ethan shrugged and tried to look at his dad but his eyes were always on you.
“Don’t downplay your achievements.” You leaned out and touched his shoulder with a gentle squeeze. “You should be proud of yourself.”
Your husband didn’t say much, he just stared down your shirt. He looked up and saw Ethan staring at him. He smiled at the boy politely.
“I’ll try not to [Name].” Ethan accidentally lets your name slip.
“Mrs. Sharp.” His mother corrects him.
“No, no it’s fine. [Name] is fine. Mrs. Sharp makes me feel so old.” Your eyebrows furrow as you beam at him.
“You’re not old.” Mr. Sharp insists.
Ethan would’ve said it too if your old husband didn’t beat him to it. Your husband had to be at least ten years older than you. He couldn’t protect you if someone broke into the house. He’d take too long to get off his ventilator. The curly-haired boy prays Mr. Sharp would need a ventilator soon so that statement would be true. Ethan on the other hand could protect you, kill for you.. hell, he’d die for you if it meant you’d kiss his cold lips before he left this world.
You look at your husband and kiss his cheek. “He has to say that or I’ll divorce him.” Your face hurt from smiling and laughing at old people's jokes.
You wished you could go home and sleep. God, you were so tired. It was hard raising two boys basically by yourself. Not to mention you and your husband weren’t exactly the happy couple you pretended to be. You had a huge argument right before this while you were stressing about cooking.
“Let’s eat.” Officer Bailey stated suddenly. It wasn’t suddenly you had just zoned out for a bit.
You put back on your polite face instead of your dissociative one and sat down to eat. Ethan made sure to sit right next to you. Your husband was on one side of you and Ethan on the other.
His father noticed that.
One of your sons looked around. (I am not naming your kids so get used to thing one and thing two.) “Mommy, where are the eggs?”
You looked around for a moment and noticed you’d forgotten the deviled eggs at your house. Your head was placed in one of your hands as you let out a disappointed sigh at yourself.
Your husband looked at you sharply, silently telling you to straighten up.
Ethan noticed that and placed a hand on one of your thighs. “Are you okay?”
“It’s fine. I just forgot about the deviled eggs at home. I’ll go get them. You guys can start without me.” You start to stand up to leave.
“Do you want help?” Ethan asked and reached out for your arm with a soft touch.
“I’ll help her.” Mr. Sharp gives Ethan a stiff smile.
“Thank you, dear.” You say with another cheek-hurting grin. Fake, of course. You’d rather not be left alone with him.
Ethan stares as the happy couple leaves. His mom, dad, Richie, and Quinn seem none the wiser about it. They’re just stuffing their faces.
“Excuse me, I have to use the restroom.” Ethan gets up and pretends to go upstairs before making a beeline to the front door. He could hear shouting already when he stepped off of his family’s freshly cut lawn.
He peeked into the window. Why were you crying? Ethan saw red. Your hand was bleeding and you were trying to clean it at the sink while your husband just huffed. He took a swig of alcohol in a finely cute glass.
Your house looked expensive and so did everything inside it. It looked like one of those magazines with everything modern on the inside.
Ethan watched as you picked up broken glass from the floor as you cried. Your crying only seemed to annoy your husband further. Ethan didn’t realize how tired you looked before when you were all smiles and laughs. Now with your face frowning and crestfallen he could tell.
He felt the need to comfort you above all else. Your tears made him frown too, but they also filled him with rage.
Mr. Sharp decides he’s had enough of your crying and picks up the deviled eggs you’d made and starts taking them over. Ethan quickly hid so he wouldn’t be seen.
Once he had walked past Ethan, Ethan decided that he needed to comfort you. He knocked on the door that was left half open by your husband slamming it.
You looked up at who entered the door. It was Ethan. You wiped your tears away when you made eye contact so he wouldn’t see you crying. You gave him a big smile. “Hey, what’re you doing here? Couldn’t wait for the deviled eggs so you had to get them yourself?” It was a shitty attempt at a joke you knew that.
Ethan kneeled in front of you and grabbed your bleeding hand. “[Name].”
Your bottom lip wobbled when he said your name. Ethan couldn’t take it anymore seeing your sad face. He hugged you.
You took some deep breaths but eventually ended up crying into his chest. It had been a very long week for you. Long marriage really.
He didn’t shush you he just stroked your back and hair. You couldn’t see his face but it was holding a silent rage.
Ever since he was young you would take care of him. When he fell over on his bike and scraped his knee in front of your house when he was fourteen. You came out and put a bandaid on him. You ruffled his hair and gave him a quick peck on his forehead. You treated him with such care when he was a teenager.
Another time when he got arrested after he was pulled over and had alcohol in his car when he was sixteen, you were there to pick him up. His parents were too angry and wanted him to stay in jail for a night before they picked him up. You felt so bad you bailed him out as soon as you were told. In your mind, Ethan was a good kid who had made a bad decision. You let him stay over that night and baked him cookies.
There were more times he could remember but the one thing he kept noticing in all these happy memories was that your husband wasn’t in them. He used to go on long work trips when he didn’t get airsick and his heart didn’t give him problems. What if he took your husband out of the equation? Permanently.
He’d have to be smart about it. He’d have to get away with it. He could wear a mask. Like the mask and costume, Richie has in his shrine. That’s a Ghostface costume though… Ghostface wouldn’t just kill one person. He’d have to kill multiple people before your husband for it to seem like the serial killer was back. He could do that if it meant you were free. Ethan found himself not even feeling guilty as he made a random list of people he could kill for you.
—————————
Please don’t hate this <3
Have nice day!!! 😊
(I don’t know how to tag people. Sorry.)
358 notes · View notes
tgmsunmontue · 3 months
Text
It's not who you know 1/4
YEAR 1 - Non-angsty Nepo!Baby Bradley and his first year at the USNA and his head-in-the-sand approach to the nepotism and the fact that he ends up being known as the guy with the two hot dads instead...
YEAR ONE – 2001
                “You don’t want us to drop you off?”
                “No! I don’t need a… a Captain and an Admiral coming to my first day. It’s not school!”
                “Lots of parents will be dropping their kids off. It’s the beginning of Plebe Summer…”
                “Yeah well, it’s not like I haven’t been there before. I know my way around already, you know your way around! Please don’t…”
                “Are you… embarrassed to be our kid?”
                “Uh…” Bradley refuses to meet their eyes.
                “Oh my god, you are!”
                “No! No. I’m not embarrassed okay? It’s more… I don’t want people knowing I’m a legacy kid.”
                “Oh,” says Ice then, expression going understanding and Mav looks confused.
                “What? What am I missing?”
                “Bradley wants to prove himself. Doesn’t want others to think he got in because of his… connections.”
                “But… he did.”
                “He also tested crazy high, he would have got in regardless.”
                Bradley feels a flush of achievement at the sheer surety in Ice’s voice, proud and no-nonsense.
                “But… you’re more than just a legacy kid. You know that right?” Mav asks, and he suddenly seems so unsure, like Bradley isn’t aware of how good he is.
                “Yeah Mav, I know that.”
                “Anyway, you’re a triple legacy kid and plenty of the brass at Annapolis already know you’re on your way. You going to pretend you don’t know half of them?”
                “If I have to…”
                Mav cackles then and Bradley lets out a laugh as well when Ice just lets out a resigned sigh. He needs to make a couple of phone calls. Another job for tomorrow.
…             …             …
                “When did we become uncool? He doesn’t want anything to do with us! Maybe it’s just you that’s uncool, do you think he’d let me take him? I want to take him.”
                Tom rolls his eyes, because Mav is nothing if not dramatic.
                “We have to let him go. I’m sure we’ll figure out some way of keeping in touch. My parents wrote me letters.”
                “Too slow. We could get BeepBeep one of those transportable phone things.”
                “Calling him BeepBeep is another reason why he doesn’t want to be seen in public with us. Also, it’s a mobile, or cellphone, you’re not old so stop sounding like you are.”
                “Yeah yeah, just because you have one.”
                “We can get you one at the same time we get Bradley one…”
                “Hmm, I feel like it would just be another way you could tell me no.”
                “It would be another way in which you ignore me telling you no.”
                “You like it when I don’t say no,” Mav says, turning toward him and grinning.
…             …             …
                “Mav, where are you?”
                “Uh… I took a couple of personal days?”
                “To do what? Also I find it highly suspicious that these personal days coincide with the start of Plebe Summer. Tell me you aren’t stalking Bradley.”
                “I’m not not stalking him?”
                “Jesus Pete…”
                “He doesn’t know I’m here! I’m just… making sure he arrives okay!”
                “He’s an adult. He flew there, we put him up in a motel and he then caught a taxi. Shit. I still haven’t rung Sli and let him know Bradley’s going to pretend not to know anyone…”
                “Oh! Don’t do it. Let Bradley cause havoc! Can you imagine some of them talking to Bradley like they know him and Bradley just… pretending they’ve got the wrong person?”
                “Do you really think Bradley would be that rude?”
                “Depends how committed he is to this whole ruse. And he was pretty stubborn.”
                “I wonder where he gets that from…” Tom remarks dryly.
                “One of life’s mysteries,” Pete replies, clearly distracted and Tom lets out a long breath and reminds himself that he loves Mav. Mantra or curse, he loves the man.
                “So what are you actually doing?”
                “Watching everyone arrive. I’m just parked in a car up the road and watching everyone walk in. Bradley will be easy to spot because he’ll be all alone…”
                “So you’re in a car outside a naval training center staring at cadets as they arrive. Tell me you don’t also have a pair of binoculars.”
                “They’re small ones.”
                Tom groans and hangs up on him, glad that he did go through with getting Mav that cellphone after all. As much as the idea of letting Bradley cause chaos may be appealing to Mav, he knows better and he really needs to make that phone call.
…             …             …
                “Welcome back to Annapolis Bradley!”
                “I’m sorry sir, you must have me confused with another cadet…”
                “Bradley Bradshaw?”
                “That is my name sir, but I think you have me confused with someone else…”
                Admiral Mackenzie blinks and frowns and then steps back.
                “Sorry Cadet Bradshaw. On your way then.”
                “Thank you sir. Nice to meet you.”
…             …             …
                Tom sighs and wonders what the easiest way of dealing with this is going to be. He’d fully intended to make this phone call months ago, not leaving it until the first evening of Plebe Summer when Slider is no doubt at his busiest.
                “Hey Ron…”
                “Oof. First name. What did I do?”
                “Not you…”
                “What did Mav do?”
                Tom snorts and rubs at his eyes.
                “Not him either…” He won’t mention the creepy sitting in a car aspect of Mav’s latest craziness.
                “Bradley? Baby Goose? He’s never any trouble…”
                “Well, I think he’s going to make up for it.”
                “At Annapolis?” Ron scoffs disbelievingly.
                “He’s going to pretend he doesn’t know anyone…”
                “Uh. But he knows everyone.”
                “I’m well aware. Just… can you prepare everyone for Bradley being an idiot and pretending he knows no one?”
                “Oh… I think this conversation is coming too late. Mack came into my office earlier and said that Bradley completely blanked on him.”
                “Oh shit…”
                “Well, at least we have an explanation. He was worried that he might have memory issues.”
                “Who? Him or Bradley?”
                “Either. Both? Anyway, I’ll let Mack know. As well as the others, because that could have backfired horribly.”
                “I know. They’d think he was getting smart. He just… I think part of it is wanting to be judged on his own merits, but also not have anyone use him to advance themselves.”
                “He’s a smart young man. I look forward to watching his career.”
…             …             …
                “You seem to know how everything works around here…”
                “Uh. I did a lot of reading in preparation for coming. I didn’t want to be taken by surprise by anything you know?”
                “Smart move. You definitely seem to have caught the attention of all the instructors at least. They all know your name.” Bradley grimaces, because that’s not necessarily a good thing. At least no-one has called him MiniMav, BeepBeep or Baby Goose. There are others, but he doesn’t need his childhood nicknames coming common knowledge. “Although, I guess Bradley Bradshaw is an easy name to remember. Kind of rolls off the tongue. Brad Brad.”
                Bradley lets out a sigh, resigned to yet another nickname.
…             …             …
                Mav follows through with the other visitors. He hasn’t really told Ice or Bradley that he was planning on coming today. Unlike Ice who went through USNA Mav never really allowed himself to show too much interest, directing it all toward the flight school after doing his Bachelor degree. Now that Bradley is here though he can ask all the questions. Even the ones he’s pretty sure he knows the answers to. He spies one of the cadets with the last name Trace and wonders if this is the same one in Bradley’s platoon. Maybe.
                “Hi! I’m Peter, Bradley Bradshaw’s dad. Nice to meet you.”
                “Good morning Mr. Bradshaw. Natasha Trace. Bradley didn’t mention that his parents were coming…”
                “Well no, I hadn’t been planning on coming. I can’t often get away from work, but I thought I’d try and make an extra effort with it being the parents day and all…”
                “Oh, did your wife come with you?”
                “Uh, no, I’m not married…” The young cadet looks awkward then and Mav takes pity on her. “I’m just going to join one of the tours. If you see Bradley tell him his dad Pete is here. I’ll catch up with him later. It’ll be a surprise!”
                “Uh, but if I tell him then won’t it spoil the surprise?”
                “He’ll still be plenty surprised when he actually sees me.”
…             …             …
                Bradley still hasn’t seen Mav, and he knows it must be Mav, because Ice surely wouldn’t fuck him over like this. He’s heard through three others that his dad is here, and also a few comments that he looks good. Bradley hopes like hell he’s not in his fucking uniform, although everyone is fairly desensitized about uniforms looking in any way sexy when everyone is wearing them. He’s more worried about people finding out exactly who Mav is… But he can’t seem to find him in the swarm of people, everyone showing their family around. Plus Mav is short and likely knows Bradley is looking for him.
                “Bradshaw! I just met you dad, holy fuck he’s all sorts of hot isn’t he?”
                “Short guy? Dark hair?”
                “Why? You have more than one dad?”
                Bradley freezes, suddenly unsure of what to say because in his head he’s got space for three dads and they’re all very distinct people. None of whom he would ever describe as hot. Gross. God, it’s even worse than thinking of them having sex.
                “I, uh, yeah… fuck.”
                “Like… a dad and a step-dad, or are we talking a couple of dad’s who adopted you?”
                “Closer to the second one I guess,” Bradley says, resigned, because fuck it, it’s close enough. He’s not going to get into the specifics but he guesses he can share some rough details. “My dad died when I was a little, his best friend is my god-father and he was pretty much my dad growing up. And once him and his partner figured their shit out I got another dad…”
                “What about your mom?”
                “She died a few years ago. Cancer.”
                “Oh wow… so you really have two dads.”
                “Yep. And one of them is here?”
                “Yeah, he said his name was Peter Bradshaw?”
                “Oh. Huh. Of course he did…”
                Trust Mav to fucking come up with a cover story but not tell anyone else what is.
                He doesn’t end up finding or seeing Mav for the entire day, although he does receive a couple of overly exaggerated winks from some of the teachers, as well as Uncle Slider and Admiral Mackenzie. He takes it with good grace because they’re humoring his need to try and stay as anonymous as possible, even if Mav seems to be intent on fucking it up.
…             …             …
                “You couldn’t have stopped him?” Bradley asks, and Tom would almost call the tone whining, but there’s too much desperation there.
                “I’m sorry, are we talking about the same person? Have you ever tried to stop him doing something once he’s set his mind to it?”
                “Ugh, I didn’t even get to see him! What was the point?
                “So he could see you. See that you’re happy and alright.” Just like that the wind seems to leave Bradley’s sails, like he has to let Mav have this. Has to be grateful for small mercies that Mav didn’t learn how to do sky writing, which he’ll keep to himself because it’s totally something Mav would want to try out. “And you should know he’s actually being fairly restrained, especially if he didn’t approach you. He did follow you out there for your first day and just watched from a car like the giant dork that he is.”
                “What? Ugh. Dork, yes. Giant, no. Ugh. Why is he like this?”
                “I really have no idea. Do you like the taste of whiskey yet? I find that helps.”
SECOND YEAR
164 notes · View notes
justabigassnerd · 10 months
Text
Love and Support
Tumblr media
Pairing - Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell x daughter!reader
Word count - 2,003
Warnings - burnout, not taking care of one's self, worries about letting people down, lil' pinch of angst, fluff
Summary - you worry about your school work, causing you to neglect self-care until your dad swoops in to help
A/N - hey y'all, it's time for a new fic! this was an anon request that I had a blast writing! I love writing Mav as a dad bc I just know he'd be the best dad. anyway I won't ramble, as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!
Tumblr media
You took after your father in a lot of ways, but the most glaring similarity was how you would stop at nothing to achieve your goals, much like your dad. Maverick had been rejected from the naval academy the first time he applied on account of his father being Duke Mitchell. But that didn’t stop Maverick, he went back and got himself a spot in the naval academy, graduating and working his way up until he and Goose were granted a spot at Top Gun. Much like your father, you knew what you wanted, and you’d stop at virtually nothing to make sure you got to where you wanted to be.
However, in pursuing your goals, you began to neglect yourself. You would go to school and study and the second you passed the threshold of your house; you’d study until Maverick had to coax you away with food. You hardly made time for friends, even Bradley had a challenge trying to get you to leave your studies for more than five minutes so you could relax and not think about school.
Maverick had noticed how you locked yourself away and wouldn’t spend much time away from your school work. He was so proud of you for working hard to reach your goal, but he couldn’t help but worry as well. He knew if you kept on studying with no breaks, you’d drive yourself into the ground because of the amount of pressure you were putting on yourself. He voiced his concerns, but you brushed him off every time, assuring him that you were fine.
One day, the stress had built up to almost unspeakable levels, you were in crunch mode, all too aware of how close your deadlines were, and you needed to get good grades to ensure you got into a good college to get your dream job. You were deep in studying, fighting to understand one of the only things that had been giving you trouble at school when suddenly you felt tears welling in your eyes as you realised it was not sinking in at all. Your mind begins to race with worst-case scenarios. What if this one subject caused you to fail? You would let not only yourself down, but your dad too. He knew how hard you worked, and you wanted to make him proud. You rested your elbows on your desk and buried your head in your hands as you took a shuddering breath, trying to calm your racing heart.
“y/n/n, do you want something to eat?” You hear your dad’s voice coming from outside your room, but you couldn’t get your voice to cooperate with you. Every time you attempted to speak you choked up and all that came out was choked sobs as more tears streamed down your cheeks. Concerned by your lack of response, Maverick eased your door open carefully, knocking once more but immediately throwing the door open the rest of the way when he saw you sobbing into your hands.
“What’s wrong, y/n?” Maverick asked worriedly, not moving to touch you as you wipe at your eyes, not looking at your dad in embarrassment. Maverick eases himself down to sit on the end of your bed as he watches you carefully. Maverick doesn’t force you to respond, he waits for you to come to him. You wipe your eyes a few more times before you stand from your chair and cross to your bed, sitting down alongside your father and immediately curling into his side and he wastes no time in wrapping an arm around you and pulling you in close as you take some slow, deep breaths to calm yourself, focusing on Maverick’s heartbeat to ground yourself. Once more, Maverick didn’t force anything out of you, he ran a hand up and down your back and pressed soft kisses to the top of your head to help calm you. When you have recovered enough to formulate sentences, you pull away from your dad’s embrace and wipe at your eyes again.
“Sorry.” You apologise, moving to shuffle away from Maverick but he keeps his arm around you, not wanting you to run away.
“Don’t apologise. What’s up? What’s bothering you? You know you can tell me anything.” Maverick urges softly, his eyes searching yours as you look up at him. You remain silent for a moment, debating on whether you tell your dad what was causing your upset.
“I’m scared.” You manage to say, tears still wetting your eyes as Maverick lifts a hand to brush any fallen tears off your cheeks.
“What are you scared of?” He asks gently, wanting to do his best to help you.
“I’m scared of failing my exams. If I fail, then I won’t get into a good college and get the career I want. And if I fail then I’m letting you down too and I can’t let you down.” You say blinking rapidly before Maverick pulls you back into a hug, consoling you as you cry. When you’ve once again calmed down, Maverick presses a kiss to the top of your head and pulls away slightly so he can look you in the eye.
“Hey, listen to me carefully. You aren’t going to fail, okay? You’ve been busting your ass studying for so long and I know you can do it. Don’t you ever worry about letting me down because you could never do that. I’m so proud of you and everything you’ve achieved, have been proud of you since you were born.” Maverick says, brushing your tears away and smiling softly at you.
“Really? You’re really proud of me?” You question quietly, your eyes teary yet curious as you look up at him.
“Of course I am. How could I not? Just ask any of the guys, they’d tell you that I never shut up about you.” Maverick says, chuckling lightly at himself as you smile lightly at his words. It meant the whole world to you to hear that your dad was proud of you.
“Thank you, dad. I love you.” You say softly, cuddling close to your dad as he embraces you once more.
“I love you too, kid.” Maverick says, running his hand up and down your back before he pulls away once more, relieved to see the tears gone from your eyes.
“Now, how about we take a break from studying? I’ll order us some food and we can relax, see if there’s anything good on tv tonight.” Maverick says, noticing you think about it, and just before you open your mouth to gently refuse his offer, Maverick speaks up again.
“It wasn’t a question. You’ve not taken a break in a good while and it’ll do you good to relax. We’ll take a look at what you’re struggling with another day and I’ll see if I can help. And from now until your exams are done, I’m going to be making sure you take regular breaks and take care of yourself.” Maverick says quickly, a sternness sneaking into his tone that you rarely hear, making it clear to you that he’s being one hundred percent serious with you.
“Okay, I’ll take a break.” You say, giving in to what your dad asks of you. Maverick nods in approval at your answer and stands from his spot, pulling you up with him.
“Have a shower, relax and get changed into something comfortable, I’ll head downstairs and order some pizza for us.” Maverick says, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head before excusing himself to head downstairs, leaving you to shower and get changed. The moment your door clicked shut, you glanced at your desk, observing the open textbook that seemingly taunted you, inviting you to sit at the desk once more before you crossed to your desk, flipping the textbook shut, and your notebook for good measure before you showered and changed into your comfy clothes ready to join your dad downstairs. You head downstairs and find your dad sitting on the sofa, flipping through tv channels.
“I’ve ordered the pizzas but unfortunately there’s not much on tv.” Maverick says when he notices you entering the living room, glancing over at you with a smile.
“It’s a Friday evening, are you sure there’s nothing on?” You laugh, taking the remote out of your dad’s hand and flicking through the remainder of the channels, finding a movie that would make good background noise.
“I was thinking we should go to the beach tomorrow with the Bradshaws. It’s been a while since we all spent the day together and Goose won’t stop going on about how much he, Carole, and Bradley miss you.” Maverick says as you flop down on the sofa.
“Sounds good. I’ve missed them too.” You reply with a smile as Maverick reaches to ruffle your hair. After about fifteen minutes of chatting with your dad and half-watching the tv, the doorbell rings.
“That must be the pizza, you get us some drinks and I’ll get the food.” Maverick says, getting up from the sofa with you following. You head to the kitchen while your dad grabs his wallet and crosses to the front door. When you emerge from the kitchen with drinks in hand, Maverick had already set the pizza boxes out on the coffee table and made a space for the drinks. You place the drinks on the coffee table before you ease yourself down on the sofa alongside your dad.
“This movie is ridiculous. Do they think the military works that way?” Maverick complains as you laugh.
“Dad it’s just a movie.” You say as you reach out to take a slice of pizza.
“Well, the least they could do is research what they make a movie about.” Your dad complains as you roll your eyes at your dad’s complaints, taking a bite out of your food. You continue to watch the movie, joining in with your dad’s jabs at the military inaccuracies within the film. By the end of the movie, the pizzas had been eaten and you felt exhaustion creeping into your system.
“Well after watching that train wreck of a movie, I’m beat. And I think the same goes for you.” Maverick says, standing up and turning off the tv as you yawn, nodding in agreement at his words. You help your dad clear away the pizza boxes and cups before the two of you head up to your rooms. You brush your teeth and then collapse into bed, immediately curling up under your duvet. After a minute or so, Maverick opens the door, knocking lightly to signal his entrance.
“Hey, kiddo.” Maverick says, crossing to your bedside and ruffling your hair as you prop yourself up on your elbow.
“Hey, dad. Thank you for earlier.” You say, smiling up at your dad as he smiles back.
“No need to thank me, y/n. It’s my job to look after you. I know that you’re going to take the world by storm one day, and I’m going to be cheering you on from the sidelines.” Maverick says as you move to hug him, immediately reciprocating and holding you close.
“I love you, dad.” You whisper, cuddling even closer to your dad.
“I love you too, sweetheart. Now, get some rest. You’ve earnt it.” Maverick says softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your head before stepping away to let you rest. You watch as your dad crosses back to your bedroom door and flicks your light off before wishing you goodnight once more and closing the door behind him as he leaves to go to his own room. You flop back against your mattress and cocoon yourself in the duvet once more and allow your eyes to close, for once not stressing about your school work.
You knew you’d be okay now.
258 notes · View notes
Text
𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
GRADUATION | FLUFF | IMAGINE | BESTFRIENDS BROTHER! RAFE CAMERON
PAIRING: Rafe Cameron x Reader SYNOPSIS: Everything changes when you attend Rafe's graduation. WORD COUNT → 800 WARNING(S): None for once.
AUTHORS NOTES: this may be a prequel cause I've had this as an Idea for ages, maybe adding a bit where Y/n goes off to attend the same college as Rafe and drama ensues. Honestly it was hard writing a fluff piece.
| RAFE CAMERON MASTERLIST | OUTERBANKS MASTERLIST | TAG LIST |
Tumblr media
Rafe had always known you as his younger sister Sarah's best friend. You had grown up together, spending countless hours playing games, sharing secrets, and going on adventures. Rafe had never really considered you as anything more than a friend to Sarah, but on the day of his high school graduation, everything changed.
As Rafe stepped onto the stage to accept his diploma, his heart swelled with pride and excitement. He scanned the crowd, looking for familiar faces, and there you were – standing at the back of the auditorium. Rafe couldn't believe his eyes. He hadn't expected you to be there, but seeing you smile, his heart skipped a beat.
After the ceremony, Rafe's family gathered outside to congratulate him. His dad, Ward, a proud man with a kind smile, hugged him tightly. Rose was beaming with joy, and Sarah, couldn't stop teasing him about his cap and gown.
"You clean up well," Sarah teased, giving him a playful nudge. "I guess even frat boys can look presentable for once."
Just then, you approached the group, your cheeks slightly flushed from being late but looking beautiful as ever.
"Hey, sorry I'm late," you said, giving Rafe a warm hug. "Congratulations, Rafe! I'm so proud of you."
Rafe's heart fluttered at the sight of you, and he found himself staring at you longer than usual. He noticed the way your eyes sparkled with happiness and how your smile illuminated your face. Suddenly, he realized that you were no longer just Sarah's best friend in his eyes.
As the day went on, Rafe found himself drawn to you, engaging in conversations and laughing together. He discovered you both had more in common than he had ever realized. You both loved movies, hiking, and had similar tastes in music. The more you talked, the more Rafe felt an undeniable connection growing between you two.
Later in the evening, as the sun was setting, Rafe found himself sitting with you on a park bench, away from the graduation festivities.
"You know," Rafe began, nervously fiddling with his graduation cap, "I never expected you to be here today. But I'm really glad you came."
"I wouldn't have missed it for the world," you replied, smiling softly. 
Rafe took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. "Y/N, there's something I need to tell you. Lately, I've been feeling... different. I can't stop thinking about you, and it's not just because you're my sister's best friend. I think I'm falling for you, and I don't know what to do about it."
You looked at him, a mix of surprise and emotion in your eyes. "Rafe, I..." You hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words. "I never thought of you that way before, but being here with you today, seeing you achieve something so important, I can't deny that there's something special between us."
Rafe's heart skipped a beat, and he reached out to hold your hand gently. "Does that mean you feel the same way?"
You nodded, a soft smile gracing your lips. "Yes, Rafe, I do. But we need to be careful. Sarah is my best friend, and I don't want to hurt her or jeopardize our friendship."
Rafe nodded in understanding. "I feel the same way. Let's take it slow and see where this goes."
Over the next few months, Rafe and you tried to keep your growing feelings under wraps, not wanting to disrupt your relationship with Sarah. But the tension between you two was palpable, and Sarah couldn't help but notice.
One day, while hanging out at Sarah's house, she caught you stealing glances at each other and decided to intervene playfully.
"Alright, spill it, you two," Sarah said with a sly grin. "What's with the secret looks and the blushing? Did something happen at the graduation?"
Rafe and you exchanged nervous glances, unsure of how to respond. Finally, Rafe spoke up, "We... we've been spending a lot of time together, and things have changed a bit between us."
Sarah's eyes widened with realization, and a mischievous grin spread across her face. "Oh my gosh, are you two dating?"
You both blushed furiously, and Rafe stammered, "Well, sort of... We're taking things slow, and we don't want to make things awkward for you or ruin our friendship."
Sarah's grin softened, and she placed a hand on each of your shoulders. "You two are my favorite people in the world, and if you make each other happy, I'm all for it. Just promise me you'll be there for each other no matter what."
"We promise," you replied, feeling relieved by Sarah's acceptance.
Tumblr media
187 notes · View notes
beanghostprincess · 3 months
Note
What is shank's reaction to cross guild getting together or any of the ex-Roger pirates like reyleigh or crous
Do you want the reaction I think he has in canon or the fanon, gayer one? Because I can do both. And both are pretty gay, ngl. Shanks is not even trying to hide in the glass closet he's just, out of there. Gay little man. Anyway-
Realistically, I think Shanks is happy Buggy is making a name for himself. The fact that he's joining forces with these other two is, uh, weird to say the least. He's honestly more surprised about Mihawk accepting to do this rather than Buggy having this organization, honestly. But I'm 100% sure he saw the poster and went all nostalgic. You know that bittersweet smile of "I'm happy for you but I wish we were together for this/We could've done this on our own"? Well, something like that. But I think that, even if he hasn't moved on from Buggy (never will. Gay little pirate) the whole point about Shanks with him is that he does see Buggy's potential and I don't think he's surprised about this. At least not in the way Luffy is, for example. It's a weird choice of business partners and Shanks doubts that he's the leader but damn his best friend (ex best friend. He has to remind the lil two letters that go before the term) is becoming even more important. I think that's also what makes him want to go look for the One Piece, besides Luffy, too. Like, things are definitely happening and changing and he needs to go after his dream too. Basically, I think he's proud of Buggy but he regrets not being able to be with him right now, and even could resent Crocodile and Mihawk a little bit. We'll see how that goes!
In a more fanon, self-indulgent concept, I think he wants to die. I think he's worried because what the actual fuck is Buggy doing with these two? And I think that, even if he's proud of him, he looks at Crocodile and Mihawk with so much jealousy,,, He'd be complimenting Buggy on his achievements and then turn around at the two of them like "grrrrrrrrrrrr *protective dog noises*". Thing that Buggy absolutely fucking hates because he can take care of himself, thank you very much, and does not need a reminder of how he has to be protected by Shanks. Not that Shanks is going all jealous ex on them, but he kind of is and Cross Guild is so fucking done because he has no right to act like this anymore. Beck tries to talk with him but Shanks is all like "hahaha why would we need to talk about this :)??? I am perfectly stable by the way where's the rum?" and his alcoholic self-destructive ass can't take the fact that Buggy is happy (could you consider that being happy? Not really. In a position of power. Kind of) without him. I don't remember the name of the fic but I read something about Shanks going to them and wanting to help Buggy because his Vivre Card was getting burned to ashes and Buggy refusing to be helped because he's tired of always getting saved by Shanks and he can protect himself and Shanks was going all worried boyfriend on him and aaaaaaaaaaaaaa great fanfic.
On the other hand, I think in general the whole thing is a surprise for everyone. I mean. It's not really the fact that Buggy is in a position of power because okay, he's still their little clumsy clown and it's weird seeing him like this, but he's been making a name for himself for a long time, and being even more powerful isn't surprising. What is surprising is that Crocodile and Mihawk are choosing to work for him (because that's what people think, and it's hilarious). I think they either laugh at this or are like "what the fuck??" but proceed to laugh anyway. I mean, the oldest generation is just watching these things happen like a telenovela. Also, I think Rayleigh is dying to see Shanks and Buggy again and talk about these things. Please Oda let them meet with their dad I am begging you-
74 notes · View notes
merakiui · 6 months
Note
I'm not sure if you know this but since Riddle's VA is a father of twin girls and is revealed to be a doting parent and he says that he enjoys being with the twins like coordinating their clothes something like tweedle dee and tweedle dum kind of thing, there's even a cute audio of him singing with his daughters too. >w<
How do you think riddle be like as a dad depending as a yandere or not.
Yes!!! I remember reading the announcement when he became a father a few years ago! It's really so sweet!! :D
As for Riddle as a father... He learns that the phrase "you're never ready" holds much truth. Ideally, he could prepare all he wants, read up on every parenting guide there is, scour credible blogs to learn more about mothers who have had children and what to expect when they're finally brought into the world, baby-proof the house so that everything is perfectly safe. He marks your estimated due date on the calendar and it eats away at him like a nervous parasite. He worries because it's in his nature to do so. Because this is the one time memorization or a perfect score won't help.
Of course he's also very excited, but the concerns and anxieties overshadow that. His greatest fear is becoming like his mother. Every time he does something that he thinks is similar to her, he's put in such a sad, miserable mood. That's why he's also so determined to do and be better. His near-constant hovering may seem oppressive, but Riddle just wants to make sure you're okay, that you're happy, that the baby's happy... You often soothe him when he gets like this, assuring him that all is well and that he ought to take a break from fretting over you.
Some days Riddle says he's ready. When friends ask him about you, he's immensely proud to inform them that you're doing very well and that, according to doctors, the baby is growing healthy. He may not seem nervous to acquaintances, but close friends like Trey can pick up on his anxiety right away. Sometimes Trey comes over to help Riddle learn more about cooking (and to brief him on the "coming from a big brother, believe me when I tell you children are noisy" talk). Riddle doesn't want you to overexert or hurt yourself in the kitchen. He knows you're more than capable, but he worries. He's always afraid that someone's going to take all the good things he's achieved in life away from him just because he "couldn't meet his mother's standards." But can anyone truly reach such high expectations?
Riddle knows he's going to worry all the way until the baby's welcomed into the world and even after that. He manages these worries so they won't consume him, and he has you to ground him when he starts to spiral off into what-if tangents. He's been fond of the baby ever since the test came back positive. He has so much love to give. It may be awkward at first because he isn't used to loving and being loved, especially in a healthy relationship and environment, but that is something he's ready for. Without a doubt. If nothing else, he's so very ready to shower the baby in all the love in the world and remind them constantly that he's proud of them and will always treasure them, even when things get difficult.
Riddle is never truly ready, but he looks forward to a bright future full of love and family.
103 notes · View notes
thewondelandifulcafe · 9 months
Text
Happy Father’s Day!!
Title: Happy Father’s Day!!
Menu: Twisted Wonderland
Beverage: Thai Bubble Tea, Green Tea, Honeydew Milk Tea
Main Dish(es): Croissants
Side Dish(es): Pies: Pumpkin Pie
Spoilers: None
Word Count:
Trigger Warning: None    
Summary: How would they be as fathers? Good or Bad? Fun or Strict?
Notes: K/N = Kid’s name, O/K/N = other kid’s name
Tumblr media
Leona Kingscholar 
He would be that father who would say “Yes honey” and not put up a fight with you. He’s too lazy. Yes even at what 35 or however old he is he’s still the laziest person your ever meet.
He’s also the dad that if their kid does something wrong he will do one of two things. One: Say nothing absolutely nothing to you if he finds it ever harmless or if he wants to annoy you. Two: Snitch on his kid. Yes he will snitch on his own kid. “Oh Y/N~ Guess what K/N did.” “Dad no!”
You and him have three or one kids no other questions. He refuses to have two kids. He knows the pain of being second oldest with no little sibling to be with him. Three kids is your best bet if you want more. 
He’s watching tv with you and your kid climbs on top of him. He’s “annoyed” and tries to push his kid alway. K/N staying on refusing to let go. And laying on his stomach like it’s a pillow. You are laughing and Leona is grinning ear to ear. Laughing loudly. 
“K/N get off” Leona says jokingly “annoyed”. Leona tries push K/N alway while K/N is whining because he doesn’t want to get off. You bursting out in laughter. Leona gives up and K/N lays his head on Leona’s stomach; napping. Leona grinning ear to ear. Both of you laughing. 
              “Like father like son/daughter”
Tumblr media
Malleus Draconia
He’s that father who wants what’s best for his kid so he is strict but fun. He will always try to let his kid do whatever he wants (of course with normal rules) but if he thinks it’s too dangerous he will refuse to let them.
He wants maybe one or two but whatever his child of the man wants he’s happy to oblige. Nothing else is more important to him than his family. Anything you want he’s happy to deliver.
He goes all out on gifts for his kid, anything they want they’ll got of course with rules involved. Nothing is too expensive. This man is a prince for god sakes. He will probably want to buy a little too much. You have to tell him when enough is enough. He listens very easily. K/ N whines a bit.
“Mal don’t you think that’s a bit too much” you lay on Malleus’s arm. “Of course darling I didn’t realize,” Malleus says without much fuss. “But Dad,” K/N pouts. “K/N look at all the gifts you have already,” you tell K/N. K/N looks around to see the mountains of gifts. “Fineee” they whined.
               “Mal sometimes I think your spoil them too much.”
Tumblr media
Kalim Al-Asim
Anything your kid wants he gives. No rules no nothing. You have to worry about that. Always wants to gift them something everyday. 
Wants to have like 19 or 32 kids like he did. But he’ll be happy with 5. He understands if you don’t want as much. But someone has to keep them company it can’t be just you two!
Overreacts about everything. K/N passed a history test? “Let’s have feast for their achievement!” He sprained his ankle? “Y/N CALL 911 WE NEED AN AMBULANCE!” Etc you get the deal. 
“K/N whats wrong? Kalim asks. “O/K/N pushed me!” K/N cried. “I hurt my ankle!” “YOU HURT YOUR ANKLE?!” Kalim screamed so loud you panicked and ran to where Kalim was. “KALIM WHAT HAPPENED?” You yelled. “Y/N CALL 911 WE NEED AN AMBULANCE!!” Kalim screams worried. “What why what happened.” “I hurt my ankle” K/N says with the most innocent face. “He’s fine” You said. “Really?!” Kalim says. 
            “Oh Kalim it’s not that big of a deal just let him rest.”
Tumblr media
A/N: I finally posted! I’m so proud of this! Happy Father’s Day btw! Some of these things are based on my own dad so try and guess which one. I’m going to try to post on Sundays and Holidays! I’m taking requests! So please check here
218 notes · View notes
Text
The thing about S1 Jamie that I think is interesting is I think on rewatch there is some insight as to why Jamie went so hard on the bullying of Sam. (Not gonna be defending Jamie's treatment of Sam just looking into maybe why). Because out of all of the things Jamie did is season one. The one that seems hardest to understand or really forgive is his treatment of Sam. The first time around, you couldn't understand it. Sam is legitimately the kindest man in existence. (I know as a stroyteller it was the easiest way to really get us to dislike Jamie and really make us more understanding of Roy's treatment of Jamie which to be frank is not great and understand Ted's fruatrations with him) and Sam just keeps trying with Jamie.
But know I think it far to say thay S1 Jamie was jealous of Sam and his easy going, happy, postive nature. I dont think he was aware of it though.
Season 1 Jamie is so interesting because on paper, he had everything he thought he wanted. But I dint think he was overally happy. But yeah it seemed to be all his way
1. He played for the team he grew up supporting and dreamed of playing for. I imagine his first time stepping on that fiels in that uniform would have been monumental. Sure, maybe he wasn't a starter, but he got some minutes and the unspken agreement that in a few years, he would be a star.
2. I imagine he was initially disappointed to be loaned out, but then he learns he is being loaned to Richmond. Yeah they suck, but he gets to play a full 90 minutes, is basically going to be the best player, kick most of thier goals and he gets to be team mates with Roy Kent (he dreamed of playing against him one day, with him is a dream come true, I really think pre show Jamie would have been so excited to play with Roy Kent and was so disappointed in how it turned out). Plus, it has the added advantage of getting him away from his dad. And once his done his loan, he can come back to Manchester. This is his chance to get away from it for a while and be the star
3. He meets and gets to date Keely Jones who his always had a crush on. Dhe is literally a dream girl for him
So he should be happy right. His got everything he wanted, but it's not going the way he expected because.....
1. Roy Kent hates him (in my mind Roy was standoffish from the start, heres come this whizkid who was everything he used to be and slowly losing. I think Jamie came in at 100% and immediatley put Roy on the back foot). Jamie tries with Roy but the more it doesnt work the more Jamie goes OK, if I cant make him like me I will show him I am better than him. Hence the beginning of that relationship.
2. Yeah his away from his dad and his killing it at Richmond, scoring their goals, winning them matches but it only seems to be winning over half the team (he can't see yet his attitude is what is stopping the other guys from liking him). And the team still isn't doing great even with him. Plus he may be away from his Dad but his relationship with his mum feels like it in a werid place which sucks cause she is his favourite person ever.
3. And Keeley seems to be where its going right but sometimes it feels like his a bit of a project for her. And I think he has heard people (like Roy) question why she is with him.
And let's face it, he is still likely hearing from his dad when he doesn't perform up to his standards.
And then heres Sam. Who (at this point in time) isn't playing well, isn't scoring goals, not massively contributing to thier wins and yet he seems so genuinely happy all the time and everyone loves him, Roy Kent seems to like him and is friendly with him, complimenting him (which he has never done to Jamie). Sam is so open and kind he has probably talked about his dad in the locker room, and his relationship with his family seems perfect and that must gnaw at Jamie because all he ever wanted is to make his dad proud and his pretty sure he will never achieve it because the man is a d***k who is impossoble to please, yet Jamie never stops trying and things are werid with his mum which he hates. But all he hears when its brought up from Sam is how great his family is.
Then along comes the new gaffer who Jamie can't even understand why he is coaching, but he also seems to love Sam and wants him to be the decoy so Sam can kick the goal. Even though Jamie knows if he kicks it, it will go in.
Now we all know the reason Sam is liked is because he is an amazing, kind hearted, dedicated person, but I think S1 Jamie is so jealous and does not even know it.
Because S1 Jamie is still living with the notion that being the best in the most important thing ( thank you James Tartt Sr) so to Jamie he is out here busting his ass at training to be the best, scoring all the goals yet Sam seems to be the one who is living what he thought his dream time at Richmond was going to be. And I know I mention it but I think it is a big thing for Jamie, the harder he tries the more Roy seems to despise him, and take enjoyment in his embarrassment.
And S1 Jamie in all maturity handles his jealously by trying to make Sam feel as bad as he is feeling. Which Jamie, baby. That's kindergarten mentality. And poor Sam actually thinks Jamie is a great player and would love to learn from him in the beginning and isnt having a great time either.
But yeah. I dont think Jamie ever disliked Sam. I think he was insanly jealous of him all the time and didn't know how to handle that or even admit it himself.
Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. Apologies for my rambles.
52 notes · View notes
weird-bookworm · 7 months
Text
ᴇʟᴅᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ!ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ
HYUNG LINE MAKNAE LINE
a/n: i am writing this purely because all an irl friend of mine can talk about nowadays is how shua would be as an elder brother
pairing: elder brother!svt x fem!reader
genre: headcanons, fluff, crack, comfort
word count: around 150 each? imma say 1050-ish in total
warnings: reader is implied to be straight, mentioned alcohol and clubbing, excessive use of ™, excessive simping, me thinking i'm good at this 💀 (we're getting there lol)
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
ᴄʜᴏɪ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢᴄʜᴇᴏʟ
Tumblr media
more of a dad than a brother
wayyy too overprotective
a kid at heart, bless him 🤭
chaotic asf
will not let you date. ever
expect him to go all out to scare potential dates away
as in, movie-level dramatic
no cooperation, will tattle to your parents
cuddle bear!!
as protective as he is, he probably introduced alcohol to you (or so he thinks)
"you are now an adult" "i've been an adult for 3 yea—" "YOU are an adult now, i will show you what alcohol is" "...cheol wtf 😃"
does not care about the fact that you've "known" alcohol for 3 years already
just know you're gonna take forever to meet his friends
gatekeeps you from them
they've known about you for a long time so they treat you normally after you pester him enough to introduce you
but they go all flirty when he's around, just to annoy him <3
and ofc you play along lol
pouty babie
ʏᴏᴏɴ ᴊᴇᴏɴɢʜᴀɴ
Tumblr media
a menace 😃
do not trust
mischievous af
i feel like he'll be the kind of brother to take you clubbing
as in, have fun but imma be there just in case
pretends to be your bf to ward off creeps lol
"i won't tell if you won't" when it concerns your parents
helps you sneak out at night as long as he can keep full tabs on your whereabouts
your therapist
silently holds you when you cry 🥺
then does some shit to make you laugh
Always cheats in games
annoying asf
likes to whine for attention when he's bored
aka full on pouts and doe eyes and long drawn cries of your name because "i'm boreddddddd"
acts the same when you're trying to study
probably doesn't care if you're dating
but only if he approves and you're happy and safe
ʜᴏɴɢ ᴊɪꜱᴏᴏ
Tumblr media
weirdly protective
will randomly barge in your room to tickle you
hangs out with your friends as if they're his, not yours
the Bane of Your Existence 😩
but also your comfort person
one minute he's teasing the hell out of you
and another he's holding you tight in his arms as you rant about your day
will listen to it all too
no interruptions
says shit, then goes "i love you" before you can get a word out
partner-in-crime for Everything
goody two shoes in front of your parents though 🙄
his life's goal is to make you cringe at any given moment
will cross boundaries to make it happen
starts flexing (his muscles) in front of your friends to embarrass you
willingly drives you around
teases you with the fact that every. single. one. of your friends has a crush on him
pretends to be clueless
really isn't
he just loves you a lot ok?
ᴡᴇɴ ᴊᴜɴʜᴜɪ
Tumblr media
a goof
hyperactive, practically bounces around the house
forever giggling at everything remotely amusing thing you do
acts like a younger sibling
most adorable
roams around the house like a ghost in broad daylight
likes to yell randomly
it scares you shitless
every. single. time.
a tease
talking to a cute guy? *eyebrow raise* going on a date? *eyebrow raise* talking on the phone? *eyebrow raise*
(it was just your mother 😭)
is often found asleep on the couch
creeps your friends out with the way he sleeps 💀
strangely wise
like, you'd expect the goofball to be a himbo
always has good advice
ᴋᴡᴏɴ ꜱᴏᴏɴʏᴏᴜɴɢ
Tumblr media
hyperactive puppy
(he would prefer tiger but when have you ever listened to him?)
you are sick of choosing tiger themed gifts for his birthday and as celebratory gifts for his endless achievements
(you're proud of him, really, but seriously?)
you're even sicker of getting tiger themed gifts for your birthdays
you can never bring yourself to throw them out though 😔
forever doing adorably weird shit
you can't tell if he likes it when you squish his cheeks anymore, you do it so often
in the mood for teasing? call him a hamster
hell bent on annoying the hell out of you
rambles non-stop when he's excited
comes to your room later to quietly thank you for listening anyway 🥺
stands behind your parents when they're scolding you
and makes faces to make you laugh
a lightweight drunk
so you're basically stuck dealing with a toddler who's constantly trying to kiss you
always goes pouty when you threaten to murder him
ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴡᴏɴᴡᴏᴏ
Tumblr media
on the more quieter side
often games all night
and you join him because why not
only ever yells while gaming
you guys have a very Chill dynamic
annoys you— not too often— by using the biggest, most nerdiest words ever
in casual conversations no less 🙄
secretly Fond™
you'll find cute notes everywhere in the house if you're sad or stressed
only and only you can hug him (...and maybe mingyu, who can so no to him?)
silent comfy hangouts
sometimes very very loud and very very dramatic
pretends to be cool when you introduce your bf to him
he is not cool
i'm talking stinky side eyes when you're not looking and total hostile cat behaviour 😅
just know he's scaring the poor guy away
ʟᴇᴇ ᴊɪʜᴏᴏɴ
Tumblr media
spends more time in his studio than he does home
workaholic
worries you by never sleeping
when he does sleep though
sleepy kitty 🥺
you're gonna spend at least 15 minutes just trynna get him up
cares quietly
has his crazy moments
you're somehow taller than him? excuse me? he's older and has more testosterone, what do you mean?
gets so annoyed when they strangers treat you like his elder sister
ofc you're busy laughing at his -_-
extreme kitten mannerisms
he doesn't know though
so you and his friends have a good laugh every time he does something remotely cat-like
and ofc you have special access to his studio 😁
because he may not admit it but he's just really fond of you
so he spoils you as much as his budget allows
Tumblr media
100 notes · View notes
jessicaloons · 8 months
Text
Chapter 6:
Because these things will change, can you feel it now?
Tumblr media
Masterlist - Previous - Next
TW: sexual harassment, assault
"Damn you look good in all red!" I said and looked at Charles in his Ferrari race suit "I mean Seb looked suave… but you? Damn!"
"Stop it, Lizzie!" he chuckled as he checked himself in the mirror, after a while his look changed and I saw him tear up. I jumped up and stood next to him.
"They’re so incredibly proud of you, Charles! Your dad and Jules wished for nothing more than you making your way to Ferrari one day! And that day has come! I know they can’t be here, it’s only us… or well me right now… but Charles, I’m so, so proud of you! This is what you always wanted and you achieved it! This is amazing! You’re amazing!" I said and Charles turned to look at me, a tear running down his cheek.
"That you’re here means the world to me, ma belle!" he whispered and kissed my cheek before hugging me "Thank you for always being by my side! No matter what!"
"There’s no place I would rather be, than here with you, Charlie bear!" I answered and he smiled at me.
"I always ask myself what I did to deserve you, my beautiful, sweet and perfect Lizzie!" he whispered under his breath and it was so quiet, I wasn’t sure he wanted to say it for me to hear, but he just hugged me even closer and I felt the butterflies fly like crazy.
Tumblr media
"And what is it exactly?" I asked and the fellow female drivers around me nodded agreeing.
"It is basically a racing series only for female drivers." Catherine Bond Muir said "It’s our way to show that girls or women do have a place in motorsports. To show inclusion."
"Inclusion?" Jamie asked and Jessica next to me just huffed.
"Doesn’t it only divide? Having a series only for female drivers instead of making a way for us in Formula 1?" I said and Jamie nodded
"This is just the first step, to show that female drivers deliver an attractive performance." Catherine said.
"We’re around 50 drivers? How many of us will race in the series? And how will you pick out the lucky ones?" I asked.
"You have to complete 10 modules that will test your skills in racecraft, fitness, media training and sponsorship pitches, before a final knockout series of races that will decide the 28 drivers that will progress into to the next stage." she started to explain and I scoffed, looking around a lot of other drivers didn’t like what they heard as well.
"I never heard of a male driver to complete modules in media training and sponsorship pitches to gain a seat in F1?" I said and Catherine nodded only.
"It’s simple Miss Doetterer, you’re women, people will have their opinion about you, so we need to find the perfect drivers to represent all female drivers to show that you’re perfectly capable of doing what the men do. And for that we need you to be not just the best drivers but also the most approachable, the most interesting, the most well-spoken drivers out there." she answered and Jamie laughed.
"You mean you need good drivers, who also look good and smile nice into the cameras and say only good things about the series?" she asked and Catherine sighed.
"To put it bluntly: yes. That’s what we need from you." she answered.
"When do these tests begin?" Jessica asked and with that the selection of the drivers for the 2019 WSeries began.
"You made it?" Charles looked at me with big eyes as I hung up "Come on, ma belle! What’s going on! Tell me!"
"I’m racing in the WSeries! 10 races, one in Hockenheim, I’m one of the 18 drivers they’ve selected…" I said and Charles launched at me and hugged me tight.
"I KNEW IT!" he almost shouted it and I began to laugh, as I felt the relieve washing over me "They would be stupid! You’re the best female driver out there! You’re even better than most of the guys on the grid! God Lizzie, you’re a better driver than me!"
"Ok stop, Charlie bear, that’s just not true! But thanks for saying it anyway!" I laughed and he just shook his head.
"You know that I would do absolutely everything to bring you into F1! I was talking with Seb about it, how we could do it but unfortunately we didn’t came up with a plan ‘till now!" he said and I looked at him with big eyes.
"You did what?" I asked and he only nodded "Charles that’s ridiculous! F1 is not ready for a female driver, probably never will be…" I said and he sighed.
"Doesn’t matter, I will fight for you!" he answered and I gave him a kiss on his cheek, but when I looked at him I was blushing at his sweet smile.
"Thanks Charles, really!" I whispered and he hugged me again.
"Always, ma belle."
Tumblr media
"LIZZIE! LIZZIE! LIZZIE!" the fans shouted as I got out of the car. Putting on my cap. I looked around and saw a bunch of people with the German Flag, caps with my initials and driver number, all shouting for me. I couldn’t contain my smiling and waved to everyone.
"Hi guys! Thanks for coming! Hi! So good to see you! Thank you so much for your support! You’re amazing!" I said and signed pictures of me, smiled for selfies, signed caps, flags and shirts.
"Lizzie! You’re so cool! You’re like the best driver on the grid! Overall I think you’re the best driver!" a little girl said and smiled the biggest smile.
"Thank you so much! Maybe not the best driver! But it sure means a lot when you say that!" I said and she just smiled even more "Here, for you!" I said and took my cap off of my head and used her sharpie to sign it.
"Oh my god! OH MY GOD! Are you sure?! You’re so, so, so cool! Thank you so much!" she said and hugged me. I smiled as I took more selfies here and there and waved to the mass of fans.
"Charles, it was so surreal! They were screaming my name! MY NAME! Can you believe that? Waving the German flag! They wanted selfies with me! ME! Me signing their cap, pictures of me, random stuff!" I was giddy and couldn’t stop smiling as I FaceTimed Charles before the race.
"Of course I can believe it, Lizzie! I always told you that people will love you! How can they not! I’m so happy for you, ma belle!" he said and his smile made me even more giddy and happy.
Tumblr media
The next race would be in Assen and not only my entire family would be there, also Charles and Arthur would come along with my friends. They watched me snatch Pole position with a flawless lap and all stood at the barriers to congratulate me.
"That was a phenomenal lap, ma belle!" Charles whispered as he hugged me and I just smiled at him. I saw Ben and Michael approach me and they both hugged me.
"You did absolutely amazing, Liz!" said Ben and smiled at me.
"Fantastic job, Lizzie!" Michael, his dad and my manager said and I just smiled the whole evening as I went to dinner with my family and friends. I could see Charles looking at me one or two times with a look I couldn’t quite interpret, when I talked to Ben, who joined us and wanted to know all about Daniel.
"You okay, Charlie bear?" I asked him as I sat down next to him and he just nodded and smiled his all consuming, dimples showing smile.
"I’m just so proud of you, ma belle! Fourth race. Fourth pole. And I bet my ass tomorrow you’ll take your fourth win as well!" he said and when he tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear I blushed. Hard.
"We will see I guess." I said breathlessly and Charles laughed a little as he realised why I was so flustered but didn’t say anything.
"I’m 100 percent sure, ma belle." he answered and with that we left the restaurant.
I sat on a stack of tires, gathering my thoughts, calming myself down.
"Lizzie?" I heard a male voice and turned around. It was one of the reporters who I just answered some questions about the season, I couldn’t remember his name but I was sure he was from a Spanish website.
"Uhm, hi…" I began and jumped off of the tires.
"Salva Diaz, Marica Sports Spain." he said, reading my mind "I just wanted to speak to you personally."
"Okay? About what exactly?" I asked a little confused as Salva looked around and stepped closer to me.
"I thought I approach you first, I’ve seen the way you look at me, the way you smile and laugh when answering my questions. You’re flirting…" he said and took another step closer as I was taking one back, bumping against the wall of the garage.
"I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression! But that’s just how I am… I wasn’t flirting with you." I said calmly although I felt not calm at all, I looked around if someone was there but we were alone.
"Oh come on, Lizzie, you don’t have to be shy now. I’ve felt the connection, the chemistry between us. You felt it too, I could see it in your eyes!" he said firmly and stepped even closer.
"I’m sorry, but there really isn’t any kind of connection between us… I’m just polite." I tried to reason with him but he stepped even closer and caged me in with his hands on both sides of my head.
"Don’t be like that Lizzie, just admit it…" he said and I froze, I couldn’t move as he leaned in and kissed me. I didn’t kiss him back, just tried to push him off of me as he pushed me back against the wall, kissing me again. Groping me. Grabbing my wrist with that I tried to push him away.
"No. Please stop!" I said again and again as someone approached us. Salva was distracted and I could finally push him away.
"Lizzie? What’s going on?" Jamie said as she looked at me and then Salva "Dude, fuck off! Leave her alone!" he backed off and with one last look at me and Jamie he walked away "If you ever come near her, we’ll call the police!"
I sank down and pulled my knees to my chest, Jamie crouching down in front of me.
"Lizzie?" she asked and I looked at her "Are you okay? Did he touch you? Or hurt you?"
"No, I’m good! But thank you so much for stepping in, Jamie!" I lied and she smiled.
"I never liked this dude! He always looked at you like he’s kinda obsessed with you!" Jamie shook her head and helped me up "If he ever comes near you again, we really gonna call the cops!"
"Yeah. You’re right!" I answered and we walked back into the garage.
The whole time leading towards the race I couldn’t stop thinking about what he said. Did I really, unintentionally, flirt with him? Even tho I didn’t even know him? Never even spoke to him before? Never even talked to him?
"Lizzie? Did you hear me?" Mike, my race engineer, asked "It’s going to rain around lap 25 on going."
"Yep, rain, lap 25. Got it." I mumbled and jumped in my car, still thinking about Salva and how he pushed me against the wall, kissed me, touched me without my consent. I hadn’t expected my first kiss to be forced onto me violently. I felt the bile rise up in my throat but swallowed it down and tried to focus on the upcoming race. Focus Lizzie. I can do this.
The track was wetter than expected, I had to stay off the curbs, focus on the perfect racing line. But my mind always circled back to Salva Diaz. Pushing me against the wall. Grabbing me. Touching me. Telling me that I’ve flirted with him. Telling me that I sent out signals. Stealing my first kiss from me. My first kiss I only wanted to have with one person. The moment Charles face flashed before my eyes was the moment I hit a curb and lost the rear of my car. Although I tried everything to not lose the car, my race ended in the wall. My head spinning. My thoughts racing.
"Lizzie? Are you okay?" I couldn’t answer. I was furious. How could I make such a stupid mistake.
"Lizzie? Do you hear me? Are you okay?"
"I’m sorry. I lost the rear. I’m so sorry!" I hit the radio button.
"It’s okay. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I’m fine." I said and unbuckled my seatbelt and took my steering wheel out. As soon as I was out of the car I screamed a "Fuck!" out and followed one of the Marshalls behind the barriers.
As I returned back to the pits I saw my family, friends and in front Charles, all looking worried. He pulled me in a hug immediately and I felt some tears escaping my eyes.
"I’m such a fucking disappointment. I drove like a fucking rookie. What a fucking joke." I said and Charles only sighed.
"Well, let’s just be happy that I didn’t bet my fucking ass on your fourth win. Otherwise I would’ve lost it. What a fucking shame!" he said and I laughed.
"Stop it, Leclerc! I’m mad! Don’t make me laugh!" I chuckled.
"I’m sorry, Lizzie! That was my fucking mistake! I’m an idiot!" I laughed and he made me look into his eyes "There it is, the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen and probably ever will see!"
"Ha-ha!" I said and rolled my eyes and together we walked the few steps to the rest of my supporting group who all hugged me and encouraged me to do better the next race.
"Can I ask you a question?" Charles asked as we sat on the hotel bed, zapping through the channels, I nodded and he switched the TV of "What happened? During the race? We race together since we’re 8 and I never saw you lose the rear in the rain because you hit a curb? You’re brilliant in the rain? So what happened today?"
"I don’t know, I was so focused on winning my fourth race that I had like a tunnel vision I guess… I don’t know." I lied and Charles was only half convinced, but he didn’t say anything. I couldn’t tell him what happened before the race. He would hunt Salva down and god knows what he would do. This would be a secret I’ll take with me to grave.
"I can’t believe he’s gone. Like… we just talked yesterday?" Charles whispered and I gently rubbed circles on the back of his hand with my right hand. My left hand rubbing circles on Pierre’s back who was laying, his head in my lap, in Charles bed, finally sleeping.
"We always know that something like this can happen, whenever we get into our cars. But when it then really happens?” I whispered back and Charles leaned his head on my shoulder "And you guys really will race? The FIA couldn’t grant you the weekend off?"
"We decided to race. In honour of Tonio. He would’ve wanted for us to race." Charles whispered and I nodded.
"I’m so sorry for Pierre… losing him this weekend after everything that Red Bull put him through the last weeks…" I said and looked down at Pierre’s tear stricken face "He needs us now, more than ever, Charles."
"And we’ll be here for him." he answered and snuggled closer into me. After some time we both fell asleep.
"I’m so proud of you, Charlie bear! Your first win!" I whispered as I hugged him close at the barriers "For Anthoine!"
"For Anthoine!" he whispered back and I smiled at him one last time before I was leaving to look for Pierre. He drove his Toro Rosso at this tough weekend on P9 and I was so proud of him. When I finally found him after the podium celebrations I pulled him into me.
"You did a good job today, Pierre! After everything you’ve been through this week and weekend, you did a really good job! I’m proud of you! He’s proud of you!" I whispered and he choked a little.
"Thanks Lizzie! For everything! Without you and Charles yesterday… I don’t know what I would’ve done!" he whispered back.
"That’s what friends are for, right? You’ll never be alone as long as Charles and I run around!" I said and Pierre laughed "You did amazing, for Anthoine!"
"For Anthoine!" he whispered back and together we looked for Charles.
Tumblr media
"You won in Monza, Charlie bear! I’m so proud of you!" I almost screamed it and Charles just laughed, hair still damp from the shower.
"And you won in Nuremberg! Your second home race! I’m even more proud of you!" he answered and I smiled at him.
“So big party tonight?" I asked and he just shook his head "It’s Monza? Ferraris home race? Come on!"
"Yeah we’ll have a drink later on and then go to a club, but nothing big planned. Not after…" he said and I sighed.
"Yeah… I understand." I answered and he nodded.
"What are your plans?" he asked and I just shrugged.
"I’m driving home with Dad. I’m not in the mood for celebrating…" I said and Charles cocked an eyebrow.
"Are you okay, Lizzie? You seem a bit off?" he asked and I shook my head.
"I’m good, don’t worry! Just tired!" I lied and Charles looked at me for a while before he nodded.
"I know you Lizzie, somethings off… you know you can tell me?" he said.
"I know Charles, I know! But it’s nothing! Really!" I smiled at him. Today was the first time since Assen that Salva Díaz was again at a press conference. He kept on starring at me the entire time, he didn’t ask any questions. Just him being there gave me the chills anyway. But I haven’t told anyone what happened between us and I wasn’t planning on doing it now.
"Okay…" Charles sighed and I nodded "I have to go now, the team’s waiting!"
"Have fun, Charlie bear! And hug Seb for me! He needs it after his race!" I said and Charles smiled.
"I will, I promise!" he said before he ended the call right as Dad walked in.
"Ready?" he asked and I nodded.
"Yep, let’s go!" I answered and we left the hotel and got in our car, making our way back home.
"How’s Ben?" Charles asked me as I studied the sheets for my final press conference of the season "I haven’t seen him around in a while."
"Yeah, well he’s studying and I don’t even know if he’s that interested in me racing…" I answered a little confused, why would he ask for Ben? I thought about the last time I saw Ben and how he asked me a million questions about Daniel.
"Well he’s definitely not only interested in your racing!" he answered and I laughed, so I’m not the only one seeing the way he checked out Daniel all the time "I think he’s more interested in something else or should I say someone else?"
"So you realised it too? Then maybe I should encourage him to do the next step…" I said and Charles swallowed hard and I looked up "Are you okay?"
"Yeah! Sure! If you want it to happen then you should definitely encourage him to do the next step." he answered and got up from the sofa "I have to call Sylvia because of some PR stuff. I’ll be right back." and with that he left the room.
Charles POV:
She really has feelings for Ben. And I just encouraged her to encourage him to make the next step. Good job, Charles. I sat on the balcony, shuffling through all the pictures of us on my phone. How could I be so stupid and wait this long before telling her how I felt? Of course someone else would show up! It’s Lizzie. She’s not just the most beautiful and sweet girl I’ve ever met. She’s also funny, bold, caring, loving, smart. She’s perfect. All her little flaws, like the fact that she has not a lot of patience, her chaotic being, her crazy mind at times, it all makes her even more perfect. And I idiot waited too fucking long to finally tell her that I love her. Only her. Always have. Always will. And now I have to watch her fall in love with Ben, out of all people it has to be her managers son, and all I can do is pretend to be happy for her. Good. Fucking. Job. Charles. But on the other hand. Like this our friendship won’t be ruined by her not reciprocate my feelings and also if we would try it together but soon realise it’s not working out, there won’t be any weird feelings. Our friendship would be intact and I would still have her in my life. And that is the most important thing. Having her in my life. As long as I had her, all was good. Now I just had to find a way to stop this feeling eating me up alive. And all would be good.
"Lizzie! Congrats! 6 wins, 2 second places and 2 DNFs… what a season! What are your thoughts on being the first WSeries winner?" Ted Kravitz asked and I couldn’t contain my smile. I just won the WSeries season 2019. I was the champion. I had done it. And it felt amazing.
"It’s an amazing feeling! That’s for sure! I was sceptical at the beginning of the season, creating a series for only female drivers instead including us in the already well known highest series wasn’t showing inclusion, rather then segregation, but now I think we showed the world that we as girls or women can race just as good as our male counterparts and maybe in some years in the future the way for a woman or a girl is paved to make it up into Formula 1 and show that we are able to compete in the highest class of motorsports!" I said and the crowd cheered loudly my name.
This would be a day I would remember forever.
Tumblr media
"Who’s the girl who can’t keep her hands off of Charles?" I asked Joris who followed my look and sighed.
"That’s Camille. She went with us to school. She always had a thing for Charles. He never noticed but yeah lately he seemed to get it and for some strange reason he’s not appalled by it…" Joris answered and as Camille pulled Charles face to hers and kissed him and he didn’t pushed her off my heart clenched together for a moment before it shattered into a million little pieces.
"Yeah… he’s definitely not appalled…" I mumbled and downed my Tequila Sunrise and then finished off Charles abandoned Moscow Mule. Then I got up and walked straight to the bar.
"3 Tequila shots." I shouted to the bartender who nodded and poured me my shots which I downed one by one. Then I ordered another Tequila Sunrise for now and told the bartender to serve another one in the next 15 minutes at our table.
"You should slow down a bit, Lizzie. You haven’t eaten much tonight…" Joris said and I just shook my head.
"I’m fine, I can handle it!" I said as I watched Camille and Charles dance together, bodies grinding on each other. I downed the rest of my drink as the waiter served me my next one already "What a nice evening to celebrate the end of the year, Joris!" I mumbled and downed the new drink even faster than the last one. It wasn’t even close to midnight as I got up and grabbed my bag.
"Where are you going?" Joris asked and got up as well.
"I’m leaving. I don’t feel that great. And I don’t want to be the fifth wheel. You have your date and Charles has his new girlfriend. I’m leaving and go home!" I answered and Joris looked at me with a hint of pity in his eyes "It’s fine, Joris." I said and kissed his left and then right cheek before heading for the door.
"You’re not saying goodbye to Charles?" Joris asked with big eyes but I just shrugged my shoulders and left the club, not even caring that I ran into someone.
Outside I almost tripped down the stairs, someone helped me but I just didn’t care, I got in a taxi and drove to Charles flat, where I used the spare key he gave me. Using it never felt wrong, but tonight… tonight it did so I put it on the counter and went to the guest bedroom, packed my bag and wrote a little note for Charles. Then I laid it under the spare key and left the flat while tears were streaming down my face.
Charles POV:
As I saw Lizzie’s bright smile that could take me to another planet every damn time I saw it, I knew I had to do something, I couldn’t stop staring at her beauty and I wanted to just kiss her, so when Camille approached I didn’t dodged her like usually, I let it happen, but after a short conversation where I tried my best not to stare at Lizzie, Camille kissed me and although it felt wrong I didn’t stop her. Maybe this was the way to get over the feelings I had for Lizzie. Maybe this was my way out.
After some more dances I looked over at Joris again, talking with his date, no Lizzie next to him. I walked over and he looked up.
"Where is Lizzie?" I asked and he only shook his head.
"She didn’t wanted to be the fifth wheel and left, she said she would go home." Joris answered and I called Lizzie immediately. The call went straight to her voicemail.
Another try. Voicemail. What’sApp. No answer. iMessage. No answer. Maybe she was asleep already? My heart clenched, this would be the first New Year’s Eve in over 10 years that we wouldn’t spent together. I hated it. And as the clock stroked midnight and Camille kissed me, my only thought was Lizzie. And where she was. Not even 30 minutes later I left the club, telling Camille I had some sponsor meeting early in the morning but promising her to call her the next day. Back home I opened the door, wondering why it wasn’t locked.
"Lizzie?" I whispered when I walked into the guest bedroom to found it empty "Lizzie? Are you in the bathroom?" I knocked on the door but it was unlocked and the room behind it empty. Where was she? I walked into my room. Empty. Living room. Empty. The last stop was the kitchen. But she wasn’t here either. As I turned to leave the room, my eyes were catching on the spare key and the note under it.
"Charles.
I left because I thought you might want to have some alone time with your new girlfriend tonight. Didn’t felt right to keep the key when you’re having her over.
Happy New Year.
Lizzie."
Left where? My new girlfriend? Camille? She wasn’t my girlfriend? We made out a little, which was a mistake, but that was it. I took out my phone and called her again. But this time the call was answered.
"Charles?" my mum asked and I was confused.
"Maman? Why do you have Lizzies phone?" I asked her.
"Uhm, Lizzie showed up here, 20 minutes ago. She’s drunk Charles, really drunk. She didn’t look happy either. And she was half frozen! I made her a hot tea and now she’s in bed! What happened? She was with you I thought?" she whispered it as if not to disturb Lizzie.
"We were, she said to Joris she didn’t felt to good and left, I was dancing with a… with a friend and hadn’t realised that she was gone…" I mumbled and put my shoes back on "I’m on my way."
"No! Please stay at home, Charles." Mum said and I swallowed hard "I’m sorry, but I could clearly see that Lizzie was upset, no sad would be more fitting, and she must’ve cried a lot! So whatever happened, I want to talk to her alone, maybe she’ll open up to me!"
"Ok." I whispered "Take care of her. Love you." I hung up. Taking my shoes off, walking back into my bedroom, got out of my clothes and laid down in my bed. What happened that she left so abruptly? And what happened after that? Why did she leave my place? Left the key? What’s going on? My phone vibrates and I checked it immediately, but was disappointed when it was a message from Camille and not Lizzie.
"Tonight was amazing. Thank you! I’m so happy it finally happened between us!"
I swallowed hard. Camille is a nice girl, but I had no feelings for her. But maybe I could give it a try…
"What happened last night? It seemed like Charles didn’t know where you were when he called?" Pascale asked me and I just shrugged "Oh come on, ma petite fille! You know you can tell me everything, Lizzie!"
"I didn’t like being the fifth wheel…" I mumbled, taking a sip of my tea.
"Fifth wheel?" she cocked an eyebrow and I just nodded.
"Joris had his date. Charles had his girlf… Charles had a date as well… and yeah I didn’t like being the fifth wheel." I answered and Pascale looked at me confused.
"Charles had a date?" she asked and I took another sip of my tea.
"Yup…" I sighed and Pascale stroked my arm "I know I shouldn’t just left the club and walk drunk through Monaco. But yeah…"
"It’s okay, Lizzie. But you can’t do something like that again, it’s dangerous!" she said and I nodded "Charles called like a hundred times, I think he will show up eventually in the next minutes.”
"Ok…" I answered and went straight to the bathroom. After a quick shower I pulled on the leggins and sweater Pascale gave me, checked myself in the mirror and brushed my teeth. I could hear the door and shuffling in the hallway, hushed French.
"I talked to her, she’s ok. She’s in the bathroom."
"Why did she leave? And why was she crying?"
"Oh Charles, you know why! Who was that date of yours? You want to tell me something?"
"Date? I met Camille, from school, you remember?"
"Unfortunately I do, yes."
"Yeah well we hung out a little, she’s nice."
"Whatever."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing, Charles. Wait in the living room. I’ll make tea."
I took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. I can do this. I can face him.
"Ma belle! I was so worried!" Charles jumped off of the sofa and hugged me "What happened? Why did you leave?"
"I didn’t feel well, I was drunk, bored and the being the fifth wheel sucked. So I left." I said and sat down in the armchair. The farest away from where he was sitting down, he looked at me confused and then scooted closer on the sofa.
"You weren’t the fifth wheel!" Charles expressed but I just scoffed.
"You left to get a round of shots and never returned. The next thing I saw was that girl shoving her tongue down your throat and your hands all over her! Joris next to me was flirting away with his date! And I just sat there alone. So yeah. I drank a bit and then I felt sick and left." I said it fast and Charles just sighed.
"Yeah, about that, Camille and I used to go to school together. We talked for a while and then I don’t know… maybe the alcohol did the rest…" he mumbled and I cocked an eye brow. What alcohol, he barely drank from his Moscow mule. But I decided to let it go. At the end of the day I had no right to be mad at him. So I swallowed the bile down, that began to rise up my throat and nodded.
"It’s okay. I was drunk myself and made stupid decisions… but she seemed nice and she’s really pretty! So if you like her. Go for it." I said it with a smile, trying to sound genuine even tho it hurt saying it.
"Yeah well, we’ll see." he answered as Pascale appeared with some more tea.
"I guess we will…" I said and drank my tea in silence. I had to accept the fact that Charles would have a girlfriend from now on in his life. A girlfriend that’s not me. A girlfriend that is so much prettier than I am, so much more fitting for a rising star in F1 and future World Champion. But if he would be happy, I would be happy too. For him. Because that is what was the most important for me: his happiness.
————————————————————————
Little Note:
I’m back from my little summer break and here it is, Chapter 6 🥰
Pleaaaase leave a comment/ like/ reblog/ message and tell me how you liked it! I'm dying to hear your thoughts! Like seriously! I'm open to any criticism, bad or good, it doesn't matter!
If you want to be added to the taglist, drop a comment!
Last but not least, English is not my first language and although I tried my best: please excuse any mistakes I made!
Taglist:
@silkenthusiasts @eugene-emt-roe @sunny44 @itsjustkhaos
All pictures are from Google, Pinterest, Instagram, etc.
104 notes · View notes
princeloww · 6 months
Text
Stuff We Know About Campbell Bain (From Both the Show and the Play)
Since the play has some things that clash/contradict with the show, things I've taken from the SHOW will be marked (S) and the PLAY (P).
- (P) Campbell comes from a small place (Hector calls it "dead wee") called Invergellen, which is in the middle of nowhere. There are not a lot of job options, but there does seem to be some kind of tourism industry - the only job options Campbell can list are "sheep", "fish" and "tourists".
- (P) Campbell's dad lies about where Campbell is, telling people that he's off doing a youth volunteer placement in Africa. He even makes Campbell lie to his friends about it, too. Campbell says it's because he doesn't want anybody in Invergellen finding out. He also says his dad is reluctant to visit too often, out of fear that people will grow suspicious of his trips to Glasgow.
- (P) Campbell has siblings: an older brother and an older sister. His brother owns his own building company, and his sister works in Forestry - possibly for the government? Regardless, Campbell views his siblings as very successful and compares himself to them. He also believes that his dad compares him to them, and calls himself a "loser" who's "never gonnae amount to anything".
- (S) Despite having many past jobs and dreams he was seemingly dead set on achieving, Campbell states that he's never been good at anything other than the radio. He includes flirting with/getting girls in the things he's bad at. He also only learnt guitar to impress said girls, but must have failed pretty miserably based on his comment.
- (S) Before Campbell came to St. Judes, things must have been hard at home/school. Campbell's dad says that his mother is so worked up about the whole thing that she's had to take medicine, and (P) Campbell says that his dad says he "doesn't want to put (Campbell's aunt) through what (Campbell) put (Campbell's dad) through".
- (P) Campbell is excited when his dad is coming, and he is disappointed with him constantly letting him down/not showing up. I believe that Campbell's parents do love him and do TRY to understand him, but simply don't, and end up thinking/acting selfishly instead. They want to help but do not understand their son, and therefore do not give him the support he needs. Whatever Campbell "put them through" was likely due to them not understanding him or knowing how to react to his condition, or the education system and teachers also struggling to understand and accommodate for his needs.
I assume worry was also a big part of what he "put them through", but the line about Campbell's auntie still rubs me the wrong way.
- (S/P) Campbell's dad believes the radio is just another one of Campbell's "loony ideas" and thinks he is manic. Campbell (P) seems disappointed by this, and says he thought he'd be proud of him. Which is just kind of heartbreaking.
- (P) Campbell has to be wrestled by Stuart as he screams at his dad, the doctor and then eventually Stuart, too, to "fuck off". Which is very sad but also kind of funny because Stuart deserves that. This is after he finds out he has to go back to Invergellen (before he then fakes the manic episode).
- (P) Campbell believed he was the greatest comedian in Britain at one point and even went to the BBC in Glasgow to tell them. They were less eager to give him a chance and ended up calling the police on him. He says it's "kind of how" he "ended up" in St. Judes, which adds a bit of an extra layer onto (S) the police being called on him, Fergus and Rosalie when they snuck out.
There's probably, definitely more that I've forgotten to mention, but there's what I've got. There's obviously also the big difference between the show and the play with Perth/Invergellen, which makes some things canon only in the play and others only canon in the show. I'm totally choosing to take Campbell's siblings from the play and accept them as canon all around though,,, and the extra family details we get too.
OK thats all, stay proud loonies
(Sources - Takin' Over the Asylum (TV), Takin' Over the Asylum (official stage play script book))
100 notes · View notes
blorbocedes · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
inspired by @sionisjaune's tags and THIS nico in glasses art by the incredibly talented @movieboyfriend
Becoming a sports psychologist had been easier than Nico expected. 
All he needed was a bachelor's, which he already had, and a Masters' degree which took 18 months and submitting a paper on eating disorders to achieve. Board certification was annoying, Nico just doesn't have that kind of time, but the workaround was simply calling himself a 'performance enchancing counselor.' A corner office in Monaco, a shiny plaque with his name on it, and a star studded roster of athletes and C-list celebrities he'd hosted parties for during his influencer days for potential clientele, he was all set.
F1 hadn't been the goal but at the same time... who better than Nico, who knew exactly how motorsport could chew you out? His karting dreams were long over, but the smell of gasoline and burnt tyres and the roar of the crowd is still his forte. It just so happened Formula One decided mental health awareness was totally in style now, and one of their main sponsors held an event on mindfulness and how it can be achieved drinking more Heineken. Having a father for a World Champion is helpful, when it means one has lifetime passes, and this had been a prime networking goldmine; not for the drivers themselves and their fragile egos at the implication of psychological help -- but sliding his practice's embossed gold card in the suit jacket of one Toto Wolff.
Lewis saw therapy as something good and necessary, but ultimately for other people. And then Abu Dhabi happened. And then the W-13. And Toto had mentioned what Keke Rosberg's son was up to, how it could possibly help him out of his slump, and hearing that name after so long made Lewis' usual 'thanks but not for me' die at the tip of his tongue.
"I'm not going to imply whether all your issues stem from trying to make your father proud or ask you about your childhood. I would remember. I was there." Nico had smiled over his thin-rimmed circular glasses, with that knowing sparkle during their first unofficial session and Lewis was sold.
"As long as you don't expect me to call you 'doctor,' man. Jeez, who would've thought? Dr. Nico Rosberg."
After that, every week unless he's in LA, Lewis finds himself in Nico's chic Monaco office. It's not stuffy like a therapist's office; a turquoise wall and Nico's dad's helmet is on a shelf display, a German national Team jersey hanging on the wall, there's even a YouTube million subscribers golden plate. Lewis is sprawled on the bean bag, the sunlight from the floor to ceiling windows hitting in beams, and not for the first time Lewis has to reconcile the kid he knew has grown up into the adult in distinguished glasses and same golden blonde hair in front of him. Nico dresses like he's about to give a TedTalk, in his monochrome tee and blazer combo, and that somehow puts Lewis more at ease.
"The car's been so fucking shit. I'm not here to fight for, what, p10? That's not me. And the team..." Lewis rants, and it's so freeing to be able to call the car shit without adding in how they're improving bit by bit and other optimistic platitudes that don't mean shit in terms of the championship.
"And the team's been prioritizing Russell over you, I can see how that can be a source of frustration." Nico finishes.
"What? No. He's not -- the team's not. I'm saying, it's annoying enough the car isn't where we were promised it was gonna be, and now every week I'm getting asked if I want to retire, like what's this all for?" Lewis is momentarily taken aback by Nico's claim. Is that what people think? The team... well, George has adapted to the car easier and has been finishing above him but he hadn't felt any particular favouritism from the team... Although he's been the one running experimental setups and helping the team collect data while his teammate gets dubbed Mr. Saturday. The seed of doubt towards the team makes him frown.
"You don't want to retire. Not until the 8th." Nico points out decisively, getting up from his armchair to walk behind Lewis where his plants are.
"I don't. Even if no one believes me, apparently." Lewis rolls his eyes, hearing as Nico spritzes his plants. He could've sworn they were fake.
Lewis feels a hand on his shoulder, surprising him. "You're just going to have to prove them wrong. Like you always do." Nico smiles down at him with absolute conviction, squeezing it once, and then the weight is gone; Nico moving back to his chair.
The gesture was friendly, but it makes something flare inside Lewis. Something about Nico, maybe the fact he can open up to him the way he can't even with the team; maybe because Nico knew him before seven titles, before he was anyone, makes Lewis instinctively trust him in a way he rarely does with new people. But Nico isn't new, even if the glasses are. Lewis finds himself wanting to know more, wanting to fill the gap between the years.
"Now, let's go over your daily mindfulness affirmations..."
149 notes · View notes
newkatzkafe2023 · 2 months
Note
Kid scenarios gender bent and regular. Really liked the idea. If possible and when you have time.
Oh goodness let the madness continue
(S/N)=son name
(D/N)= Daughter name
Tumblr media
(Lmk Wukong) You couldn't believe that. You will never expect your life to end up the way it was. You were once a palace Warrior Guarding the peaches of immortality and now you've got kidnapped by the one who kept stealing those peaches. And now you're her husband Mildly sick of her affection for you and quietly hitting the bottle whenever she leaves. This was not what you signed up for as you were by yourself again drinking bourbon. You were soon attacked by a tiny figure.
(???) Baba! I found baba!
You look down to see a tiny monkey girl. Who looks exactly Like your wife and that Already scares you. And then you heard other tiny little voices
BABA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh God
Meanwhile with Sunny Wukong She's been pretty down lately. She came back from another date with you. But it seems like you are more annoyed than ever when you got back. She brushes her fur quietly with tears in a corner of her eyes. She knows your marriage has been in a rough patch lately. But she really wants to fix things up with you. But it just seems like you hate her The more she tries.
Monkey (S/N) Are you thinking about him again???
Wukong Looks up to see a little boy sitting on a Nimbus cloud. He look exactly like you but with her sunny disposition.
Monkey (S/N) I would have thought by now that you would know when he's really feeling and when that's just his face
Wukong was confused Who is this tiny cub? Where did he come from? and dad? Was he talking about you?
(Lmk Wukong) As a matter of fact I am He's been loving me a lot less lately and I don't know what to do. Why does my husband hate me😥
The mysterious club look towards his mother. It was no brainer that his father was a tough nut to crack, not mention very anti social. But there is one thing he disagrees with her about
Monkey (S/N) He doesn't hate you
(Lmk Wukong) How would you know???
The younger monkey thought to himself
Monkey (S/N) Follow me please
If the monkey queen was confused but dead what she was asked And followed the cab to a remote location of the island and There the two saw something incredible. It was you sitting in the middle of a lot of little girl. Cubs that look exactly like her. Some were hugging you,others were climbing on Your back. There were two that was talking your ear off and a tiny little one sleeping on your lap. And you know what's the crazy part you're a smiling. You are smiling at all these little girls.
Monkey (S/N) Dad doesn't hate you mom otherwise you wouldn't have all of us
Tears appeared back and the monkey queen's eyes as she feels a lot more hopeful for you and her future
Tumblr media
(HIB Wukong) It's Happened again. You and your wife got into yet another argument and she stormed off. Leaving you laying where you were. Why doesn't she get it? You're tired of watching her tire herself apart for other people's approval. And for what her appearance you like her face I should be enough for her. You are proud of everything she does and achieved. Even if she failed, you're happy to know she tried, and that is enough for you. Why can't she understand that.
Monkey (M/N) What a drag😒
(???) We totally get it
That's when you look up to see a pair of Twin teenager Girls who Interesting enough Is looked exactly like your wife but was just as exhausted as you.
Meanwhile, your wife was stopping around brooding to herself when she smacked into a smaller figure.
(???) Watch were you going you hag!
(HIB Wukong) The hell did you call me?!
That's when she turns to see a grouchy Little boy glaring up at her, interesting enough he exactly like you But he was grouchy like her.
Back with you and the two girls You tiredly told them the issues between you and your wife. The two quietly listened to what you had to say before sharing their Thoughts on the matter
1p Monkey (D/N) Mother isn't trying to get the world's approval
2p Monkey (D/N) She's trying to get yours
This confuses you, You thought your wife knew about how You felt about her why is she So Paranoid now
1p Monkey (D/N) You are the only one who treated mom with some kind of decency
2p Monkey (D/N) You were with mama since the very beginning you are her greatest treasure. She loves what she has with you and she doesn't want to lose that.
1p Monkey (D/N) If she has to change some part herself Even if it's a slight adjustment, that means she'll have less of a chance to lose you.
Your stone heart breaks in two as you thought about the twins's words.
With Sunny Wukong she is stopping in the woods back to you next to the boy She bumped into earlier
(HIB Wukong) Ugh Why are you still following me?
Monkey (???) Don't flatter yourself hag. I'm simply trying to find my sisters so we can go home
Wukong did Not like the attitude of this little boy. But it seems to be familiar
Monkey (???) Aren't you the monkey queen?
(HIB Wukong) Yes I am
Monkey (???) What happened to your lazy husband?
That's When will Wukong stopped First of all, who is this kid to insult her husband and second. She should really be getting back to, but she's a little nervous. You could still be angry with her and wouldn't want to talk to her.
(HIB Wukong) Not that you would care of anything but We had a disagreement
Monkey (???) Is that right my old man and The woman always getting into a fight. She would storm off and the old Geezer would stay at home and brood But in the end, the old hag always runs back to him.
(HIB Wukong) Sounds exhausting
Monkey (???) Well that's how their relationship always worked. They would Argue almost every day She could be screaming at him and he could just be giving underhand Insults. But she would always come back home and demand cuddles from him. Dad would tirely hug mom before they give their silent apologies. It may be toxic to the outside world. But that's the only way they're relationships going to work.
Wukong Was suffering a bit of deja vu, That sounds exactly like you and her not that She will ever admit that but that was Dangerously similar. Then it hits her
(HIB Wukong) Hey I think I may know where your sisters are
Monkey (???) I think I know too
The two walk back Is to the cottage just to find you sitting there with the twins. The little boy runs out to his sisters and hugs them, as they returned his affection You and Wukong Is walk towards each other in silence
Monkey (M/N) There seems to be some things we need to discuss together
(HIB Wukong) It seems You're right
You told them hug each other as the Is chids watched the two of you
Monkey (S/N): Man the old hag and that geezer really don't change🤮
Monkey Twins: And we wouldn't have it any other way☺️☺️
Tumblr media
(Mk Reborn Wukong) This is war. Tensions were high as you and your wife were on A chinese standoff against what seems to be your kids from the future. Your son was glaring into your soul standing right in front of his mother while you did the same. Your daughter and wife were having a hissy match mini cat fight Trying to display dominance over the other as Your little girl hung from your shoulder. It was a hot freaking mess and Neither master tang or the pilgrims knew what to do in this situation at all. But all I can say is that everybody's possessive Instincts have punched a hole in the ceiling As the family of four afford for their respective Parents and children.
Monkey (S/N) Mama is mine😡
Monkey (M/N) Well I had your mama first 😡
Monkey(S/N) Why??? is not like you wanted her in the first place
Monkey (M/N) Between you and me, I didn't want her. But that doesn't mean anybody else can have Her especially you
You and your son continued to glare at each other and while you're Wife and daughter would just Hissing at each other till one of you submits.
Tumblr media
(NR Wukong) You're not sure how this came to be. First of all you're sitting next year's son who Says he's from the future and one of your daughters who is Taking a nap while clinging on To you as you watch your two oldest twins, gossip and chat with their mom as they do each other's make up I'm brushing there fur. Out of all the bizarre things that your wife has caused you to be part of this has to be the The final straw.
(S/N): Dad why is this happening to us aren't we good monkeys😥😢
Monkey (M/N) Well, you are, I clearly did something to the universe to p*** it off. And now i'm married to An immortal crackhead who Exploited my love For alcohol.
Monkey (S/N) I feel sorry for you😔
Monkey (S/N) I pity you the same kid😮‍💨
Tumblr media
(Netflix Wukong) It was complete chaos down at the village. The monkey queen and her son From the future apparently Are running to The Town square as the villagers ran in the opposite directions. Not only were they under attack by some demon gang but Her husband and her daughter choose this as an excuse to finally bite the collor off. They flew off the hinges, When the two finally arrived The demon invaders were running for their dear lives. As a little girl, no older than 4 was hanging off One of them while throwing makeshift grenades at them. And then there was her husband running around the battlefield. Chopping heads off left and right it was a bloodbath.
(Netflix Wukong) I gave birth to that?!?😨
Monkey (S/N): You did I was as shocked as you are but dad was pretty stoked so
Wukong Was at a loss for words as she stood next to her son
Monkey (S/N) Although now they're looking at some of these Bodies This would be very good for my taxidermy hobby
Wukong Slowly turned her head to face her son
Monkey (S/N) Don't worry mom I usually wait until they're already dead i'm not A monster
Oh god is this what is like to be the only sane one?😥😥
FEEL FREE TO REBLOG
31 notes · View notes