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I wrote the full parody to Ready For This in the Role Reversal AU because I wanted to lol.
Transcription below.
Ready For This (Role Reversal AU parody)
Alastor: Have you ever wanted something
That was so clear in your mind that you could taste it?

Susan: You mean like ice cream you get for a friend?

Alastor: Ha! No.
It's a feeling like a rumbling in your gut
That you could finally be faced with
A million greedy faces, I guess what I mean to say is

For the first time in my life
I might have to be ready for this
Ready to be the one who's leading from the front

Couldn’t do it on my own
And history has shown
Legends cannot win wars alone

The burden is a bit too heavy
So I need to be ready for this

Have you ever felt like you're willing to kill
To save the people on your own team?

Susan: I don’t know, seems a bit extreme…

Alastor: Not to me!
'Cause right now, we need a leader
And it seems to be that
Charlie is forcing me to be that
because she’s pissy

So who's with me?

Wouldn't it just be swell to see more of Hell?
Join up now if you like travel
Come on girls, prepare for battle!
Lotta sights to see en route to the hotel
Not to mention all of the glory!

Yes indeed, your enemies will cower
And heads will be severed!

Charlie: You’ll make a bunch of brand new friends!

Alastor: Whatever.

Exorcists: New friends!?
I'm in
Oh whoa
I’m so lonely

It's time now to act
They're on the attack
When they move to strike
Just know we’ve got your back!

We'll follow your lead
We're eager to see
everyone we meet
On the hellish retreat!

From this moment on, you can count us in
To be organized and disciplined

Our thirst for justice
keeps us strong, fierce, and brave
So I say, "Ho hey! Let’s join in his crusade!"

Alastor: Now thats the spirit! Can we amp it up?
Vaggie: Oh, don’t mind their hesitation, that’s just their new inclination

Alastor: But I can awaken their bloodlust!
Vaggie: Careful, kid. Don’t push your luck!
Alastor: Fair enough…

Alastor and Vaggie: We're super duper grateful
To have you gals aboard

Exorcists: We can’t wait to hug an overlord! (Alastor: Yeah, sure...)

Alastor: For the first time in my life
Maybe I can be ready for this
I can be the marshal leading the parade

I can come into my own
And I think I've always known
My destiny could never be postponed

When they come for the hotel
I’ll give em hell cuz I’m ready for this!

Vaggie: They're dancing along?
They're singing his song!?
Charlie: Surprised?
Why, I knew he could do it all along!

Charlie and Vaggie: He’s bound to be redeemed, the dream has a chance!
Though he seemed hopeless at first glance…

Charlie: He’s filled with potential that I could guide!
Vaggie: Fine, I’m in.

Charlie and Vaggie: Stick with him, he will surely see the light!

All: For the first time in our lives
We know that we are ready for this

Vaggie: We’ll show them we can forgive and forget!

All: It's time to lend a hand

Alastor: It is time to take a stand! (Exorcists: Woohoo!)
Against overlords and their deadly threat!

All: We can provide your support
The time has come to stop a war
Defend your home, we're ready for...
THIS!

Alastor: I really hope that they’re ready for this...
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hellfirenacht · 1 month
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Candygram
Summary: It's Valentine's day and you shoot your shot with Eddie by sending him a Candygram.
Tags: Eddie Munson x Reader, fluff, sfw
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“Just do it.”  Robin said, following your line of sight to the booth in the corner of the Hawkins cafeteria. It was a simple table with a red cloth thrown over it and a handmade banner that read ‘CANDYGRAMS $1’ and was decorated with tacky hearts. 
Every time you glanced over at the booth, your heart would start pounding and your stomach would twist in knots. You had never considered yourself to be shy before, when you first moved to Hawkins a few years ago, Robin had joked that you didn’t need a welcome wagon because you had thrown yourself into band and had introduced yourself to everyone with ease. 
You had masked your anxiety over being the new kid with an overinflated sense of confidence and it had worked out really well for you until you caught feelings for the freak who sat next to you in remedial science. 
“I think... I would rather chug formaldehyde.” you said slowly, staring so hard at the offensively pink and red booth that Robin was sure it was going to catch flames. 
“Either go up there and buy a candygram or I’m going to do it for you.” Robin said. “If I have to hear you waffle about this for one more day I’m gonna rip my hair out.” 
“But if I send him one, then he might actually acknowledge me and realize I might have something resembling a feeling for him, and that’s just not really cool, you know? Goes against my chill and mysterious personality.” you said, leaning back on your chair with a cocky grin. 
“Last night I saw you and Steve cry over Bambi.” Robin deadpans. 
“Okay, so we were drunk and also shut up.” you snorted, rubbing your face. 
“How are you going to know if there’s anything there if you don’t even take the chance?” Robin scolds. “Come one, I’ve seen the way you look at him. I’m surprised the whole school doesn’t know-”
“Again, cool and mysterious personality.” you tried again. 
“Plus I know he’s just as weird as you.” Robin continued, ignoring you. “I mean, last week I saw him get Jason Carver to back off one of the freshmen by pretending to exercise a demon out of him!”
You stared at Robin for a beat before thunking your head on the lunch table. “I’m going to marry him. Holy shit, he actually tried to expel the demon lurking in Carver?” You were laughing at the thought. 
During your first senior year and his second, Eddie Munson had caught your eye when you had the same lunch period. He was loud and energetic and so fucking weird you couldn’t help but to be drawn to him. Had your parents not forced you to stick with band, you would have considered joining Hellfire. Unfortunately even with this last go-round as a super senior, they still made you stick with it despite your senioritis reaching terminal levels.
You never had a good opportunity to talk to him, and the more time passed the harder it became to justify just randomly approaching him. This semester you finally had your opportunity when you’d been put in the same class and sitting next to each other no less. Still, the most you’d been able to say was “yeah, sure” when he’d asked you for a pencil once. 
Four weeks sitting next to Eddie, and you had barely spoken to him while noticing every little thing about him. He read a lot in class when he could get away with it, and doodled in his notebooks constantly, especially dice and dragons seemed to be the biggest theme. His school notebook wasn’t nearly as filled in as his Hellfire notebook, and he was always fidgeting in class. He also didn’t talk much, and at least once a week he’d end up falling asleep in class with his head in his hand. 
“There’s not gonna be a wedding if you can’t even talk to the guy.” Robin said. “He’s not even scary! Dustin comes in to talk to Steve all the time about Hellfire. He’s just a dork.”
“I know and that’s the problem.” your voice was a strangled laugh mixed with a groan. 
“You showed up the first day of band and introduced yourself to everyone, even if they weren’t in your section. What is the hold up with you talking to Eddie?” Robin pried. 
“Because back then, it didn’t matter.” You looked over at Robin, poking at your mystery meat. “When I first got here it didn’t matter if anyone liked me or not. I was only supposed to be in this school for a few months and then graduate. Then I didn’t. I could handle it if someone didn’t like me. None of you were really supposed to matter to me. No offense.”
Thankfully, Robin didn’t seem offended. “You were just making nice with the inmates until parole.” she joked and you nodded. 
“Yup, and then when I realized that I was going to have to actually have a full other year of school, that meant that I was going to have to care if I was ever gonna graduate.” You continued. “Luckily you saw through all my bullshit bravado and started dragging me to movie nights with you and Steve.” 
“Yeah yeah, we love friendship. So what does any of this have to do with Eddie?” Robin said, not needing you to explain the backstory that she had been present for. 
“It means that with Mr. Munson, I unfortunately, care so fucking much what he thinks of me.” you relented. “He’s the biggest freak in school, and the dorkiest loser, and if I try and talk to him and he’s not interested in talking back I won’t be able to take it. Robin, I will simply lay down and be dead for the rest of my life.”
“That’s not how that works, you can’t be dead for the rest of your life.” She shook her head, her brows furrowed. “Because if you’re dead then... you’re not alive”
“Schrodinger's corpse then. Alive and dead at the same time.” 
“Look, just send him the stupid candygram. The worst he can do is say no.” She stood up from the table and grabbed your hand. “Let’s go.”
And that’s how you ended up at the booth, jotting down Eddie’s name on a piece of paper and shoving a few quarters in the till with Robin looking smug. “I doubt he’s ever gotten one anyway, if anything he should be thrilled that someone wanted to send him one.”
“If this kills me, Steve’s in charge of the music at my funeral.” you sighed. 
---
Candygrams were being handed out and delivered through the week. You weren’t paying attention to what period they were supposed to be handed out, and so when two students in obnoxious heart shirts and fake wings burst into your science class with Eddie right next to you, you were about ready to throw yourself out a window. 
No one was surprised when Janet and Charlie were tossed a few candygrams, but everyone’s head whipped around when the red heart shaped lollipop and card was set on Eddie Munson’s desk. Eddie himself seemed more surprised than anyone. 
He had the lollipop in his mouth before he even opened the note attached and you were seconds away from bolting out the door. With any luck, maybe he didn’t know your name even after weeks of sitting next to each other. 
“Who’s it from, freak?” asked Patrick, the basketball jock who sat a few rows ahead. That earned a few snickers from the class. 
“It’s from your mom.” Eddie said without missing a beat and taking out the lollipop. “Tell her I say thanks.”
More laughter from the class as Patrick stood up as if ready to fight, but the teacher quickly told him to sit down. 
Shit, this wasn’t supposed to happen. You felt a bit guilty that your candygram had kicked up a fuss, but at least Eddie didn’t out you as the person who sent it to him. In fact he wasn’t looking over at you at all. 
You watched him out of the corner of your eye as he flipped the card around, as if looking for something. All that was written was his name and “YOU’RE SWEET!” written in cheesy font and his name scribbled in your handwriting. 
And nothing else. 
You didn’t know if you should laugh or cry at your stupidity. You’d been so jumbled and nervous that you’d forgotten to sign the damn thing. Robin was gonna have a field day with this one. 
Eddie kept fidgeting with the card through the rest of class, twisting it and bending it until it was as crumpled and torn as your heart felt. He shoved it in his pocket and didn’t even glance at you as the bell rang and he stood up and tossed the eaten lollipop stick in the trash. 
It’s not personal. You told yourself. He has no idea who sent it to him.
That’s when you had a horrible idea, so stupid it might actually work. 
---
“Explain how this is going to work again?” Robin asked. “You’re going to keep sending him lollipops this week until he notices you?” 
“Sort of.” you said, buying another candygram. “I’ll just send him a few joke ones as a feeler and if he responds positively I’ll come clean. If not, I keep my dignity. It’s a win-win.”
“Since when do you care about your dignity?” Robin sorted. 
“Since I caught feelings for the least dignified guy in school, I guess.” You knew it was stupid, you knew it was ridiculous, but you already messed up once so you might as well lean into it. You scribbled his name down, this time signing it with a satisfied giggle. “This is so dumb.”
Oh, but it was so worth it. You had bought it before school started, guaranteeing that it’d be delivered the same day, handing over a crisp dollar to Nancy Wheeler who had volunteered for the booth. If Eddie had been surprised the first time, he looked almost shocked now.
Eddie, sorry I forgot to sign the first one! This card said, once again not giving away any sign of who it was actually from. You saw his eye sparkle in amusement as he ate his lollipop, and this time the card was read over a few times before being carefully tucked into his dungeon master notebook. 
By the third day, the novelty of Eddie Munson getting candygrams had worn off with the rest of your class, but Eddie’s grin only grew wider each time. 
“Anything for me, Cupid?” Eddie asked as the student council members walked back in to hand out more lollipops. 
He whooped as another one was dropped on his desk and he snatched up the card quickly and you had to cover your face and bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling at his excitement. 
Eddie, sorry I’m so bad at remembering to sign these things! I just get way too excited about sending them out that I lose focus. So anyway this card is actually from-
You had carefully spaced out your writing on the small rectangle of paper so that it left absolutely no room for you to sign your name. Eddie looked downright giddy as he read the note over and over. Seeing him so happy made your stomach burst into butterflies and even if he decided after this he wasn’t interested, this was enough. Knowing that he was smiling because of you was enough. 
Someone said your name and you looked up, surprised to see one of the student council members standing next to you and handing you a candygram. Your eyebrows shot up as you took it with a thanks and opened up the card. 
Who had sent one to you? You’d been so wrapped up in your little scheme you didn’t even consider that someone would try and send you one either. 
A smile tugged at your lips as you saw your name and a small drawing of what looked like an egg in a nest as the sender. Robin, of course. Probably making fun of you for sending candygrams to Eddie without signing either. 
You tucked the candygram in your own notebook safely and dared a glance over at Eddie again. You hadn’t expected for him to be looking back at you, and your heart jumped in your chest. He unwrapped his lollipop and lifted it slightly as if he was trying to toast. You held yours up as well to him, an off sense of camaraderie between two people who had their day temporarily disturbed for commercialized love. 
Thursday came around, Valentine's day proper, but they’d be doing one last day of candygrams on Friday as well. This was a fundraiser after all, and capitalism trumps any semblance of real sincerity. Well, you said that but that wasn’t exactly going to stop you from continuing your little plan. 
Today was the day you were going to pull out the big guns. You handed over a full $5 to have a carnation sent to Eddie, as well as a return to sender card to Robin for being a good friend. 
“Shouldn’t he be the one sending you a flower?” Nancy asked, handing you the card to write on. You wondered how Nancy had time for all of the extracurricular activities she had going on, working with the student council and the school newspaper. 
You just shrugged at the question, not realizing how wide you were smiling or how obviously warm your cheeks were. To anyone with two eyes, you were glowing and to anyone with one eye, you were phosphorescent. 
The disinterest that your classmates had from the last two rounds perked back up with a flower was delivered to Eddie that afternoon. 
“For little old me?” Eddie said, batting his eyelashes at the delivery boy as he took the carnation. You giggled to yourself as he opened the card again. 
Man, I’m bad at this aren’t I? Don’t worry, this time I’m writing very small so I have room to sign this card. Seeing you light up when these get delivered has made my whole week, and totally worth it. Anyway this is from- 
To be fair, you had actually signed your name this time. However this time you had made an attempt to erase it with one of those erasers. The horrible stiff ones that only made big smudges and made the mistake worse and nearly tore through the paper. You had carefully looked at your smudged signature for a long time before deciding it was illegible enough to send. 
Eddie faked a swoon in his seat, nearly toppling over onto the floor. “Come on!” he laughed, pushing himself back upright, smiling with his whole face. He looked over the note again, something clicking in his brain and you quickly looked down at the book you were currently pretending to read. 
“It’s someone in here.” you heard him mutter to himself and your heart started pounding in your chest. You focused on your breathing to try and stop yourself from giggling and giving yourself away. 
“Stop sending yourself stuff, Munson. It’s pathetic.” Patrick called out. 
“If you wanted me to be your Valentine, sweetheart, all you had to do was ask nicely.” Eddie said, but he sounded distracted as his eyes scanned the room for any hint of who this mysterious person is. “And next time, I’m more than happy with just the lollipop, it’s saving me on smokes.”
You didn’t even notice the lollipop on your desk until class had started back up. Unfolding the card you smiled to yourself, seeing that it was from Robin again. This time the egg in the nest had a crack in it and seemed to be hatching. You’d ask her about it later. 
Nothing said during the rest of class even registered with you, every word was in one ear and out the other. This had been a fun week sending Eddie all the lollipops and flowers but tomorrow was the last day to have something sent to him. 
Were you going to sign your name? That’s the million dollar question. You had told Robin that you would if Eddie seemed interested, and he had made it clear he was enjoying the attention. 
But would he still enjoy the attention if he learned it was from you? You two weren’t exactly friends, but not complete strangers either. He didn’t seem to dislike you, after all he’d raised a toast with you with your lollipops the other day. 
Well, if you were gonna put yourself out there, you were gonna do it on your own terms.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Robin said that Friday morning as you dropped a handful of ones on the table for one last hurrah. 
“Nope, I’ve committed.” you said, taking the small stack of cards and getting to work. 
“I’m going to have you committed.” Robin shook her head. “I mean, this is actually insane, you know that right? There’s no reason to go through all this trouble, when you could just talk to him.”
“Oh, but where’s the fun in that, Buckley?” you asked, as you added one letter of your name to each of the cards. “Gotta make him work for it.”
“So you’re gonna give him a Valentine's themed word jumble as your big sign off?” 
“Yup.” you confirmed, adding his name to each of the cards. He’d get them all in one go and then it’s up to him to unscramble your name and figure it out. 
After that... well, the ball is in his court. 
Besides, if he liked the lollipops enough that he’d reach for one instead of a cigarette then that’s good enough. 
“You’re such a weirdo. You deserve each other.” Robin went on. “The Weirdo and the Freak. It’s like Beauty and the Beast except.. Not.”
“Robin, don’t you know three languages?” you snorted finishing up your stack and handing them over to be sent. “You are so much smarter than me, but this is where you lose words?”
“It’s Friday and I haven’t had coffee.” she pointed out. “Oh, thanks for sending me one by the way.”
“Yeah, of course. I mean you sent me one so I wasn’t gonna leave you hanging.” you nudged her playfully. 
“I didn’t send you one.” Robin looked at you, confused. 
“What?” You reached into your backpack and pulled out the notebook where you had placed the card and handed it to her. “But that’s a robin’s egg...?”
“It’s an egg, probably.” Robin agreed. “But I’m broke. I didn’t send any out.” 
You stared at the card with new eyes. If she didn’t send it, then who did?
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“Holy shit.” Eddie muttered as a bag of lollipops was dumped on his desk with no rhyme or reason, earning a round of laughter and snickers from the class. The teacher had long since given up on trying to keep the class’s attention when the Cupid’s showed up. 
He sorted through the cards, a puzzled expression on his face as he looked at the different letters on the cards until he found one that had real words on it. 
Figure it out, Sucker <3 Eddie’s face was a wonderful mixture of amusement, bewilderment, and mild offense. 
One of the Cupid’s handed you another two lollipops as well. One was actually signed by one of your friends in band, and the other had another doodle of an egg. This time the egg was completely hatched and there was some sort of weird bird flying off. 
Not a robin. You decided, trying to figure out what it was supposed to be. 
You barely paid attention in class for the rest of the hour, your attention split between the three egg Valentines you received and the man next to you. Eddie had pulled out his Dungeon Master notebook to try and decode your message. You felt flattered that he was using his favored notebook to try and figure out your puzzle. 
Eddie was sucking on one of the lollipops diligently as he scribbled down random letters. Now that you thought about it, you’d never seen him look so studious in class before. You wondered if this is what he looked like when he was working on his campaigns and your brain decided to give you a treat of a daydream where the two of you were sitting around in your room while he explained his campaign and how he’d love to have someone like you join Hellfire-
It was three minutes before the bell, and that meant just a few minutes until your last period and the weekend. With Valentine’s day falling in the middle of the week, most of your friends were going to be off doing things with their partners. Maybe you, Robin, and Steve- no wait, Steve actually got dates. Robin worked on the weekend. 
Maybe Eddie- NOPE. Not going there, you were not about to get your hopes up for this. 
You glanced over at him again, looking at his notebook to see if he was anywhere close to decoding your name. Eddie had the worst handwriting you’d ever seen and so you would be surprised if he could even figure out his own notes. Between unjumbling your letters, he had started doodling in the margins. You assumed that they were D&D monsters from the look of it, since none of them looked like actual animals except for the bats in the corner. 
The only other thing you recognized was a dragon, drawn in a larger scale on the side of the page. It’s wings were expanded and it was flying off, and from this angle it looked like a weird...
It looked like some bird
Some sort of weird bird
Your head snapped back down to the card in front of you. This wasn’t a weird bird. It was a dragon. A dragon hatching from an egg. An egg that hatched a dragon. A dragon that was drawn with the same pose as the one in Eddie’s notebook. Eddie’s notebook had your dragon no wait, your card had his dragon-
Eddie Munson had sent you the cards. 
Eddie had-
“Oh.” You said out loud. You were nearly fighting back hysterical laughter at this, and you pressed your hands against your face, with your shoulder shaking with repressed laughter. 
Why the hell had Eddie sent you those cards? The two of you had barely spoken to each other!
 You did the same damn thing, dipshit. You reminded yourself. In fact you had gone way harder than he had. But what did this MEAN? 
The bell rang and everyone scrambled to get out of the classroom, and before you could say anything, Eddie was off and running out of the classroom at the speed of light. 
What was that about?
Robin was right. If you were ever going to have a chance with him, you were going to suck it up and talk to him, even if it meant possibly embarrassing yourself. Plus, finding out why he sent you three candygrams was currently trumping any fear of rejection. Curiosity killed the cat, but at least he died satisfied. You’re pretty sure how that saying went at least. 
You knew that Eddie had Hellfire today, it was Friday and he and all of his friends had been running around in their club shirts. With a deep breath you...realized you had no idea where the hell they actually met. 
This whole thing could have been planned better, actually. 
You started walking around the school blindly for any sign of the signature baseball tee that they all wore. If you found one of them, they were sure to lead you to Eddie. God, you felt like a stalker. 
There. Long dark curls against a stark white shirt with black sleeves. Your heart leapt in your chest, and you had to make the choice now. 
“E... Eddie! Wait up!” you called out, walking quickly towards him. 
When he turned around to look at you, you felt the air disappear from your lungs. How was it possible for him to be so beautiful and why the fuck did no one in this school seem to notice? 
Eddie pulled the lollipop he’d been sucking on out of his mouth, surprised to see you. 
“Hey.” he said. “Uh... you sit next to me in class.” 
He was either playing dumb, or you were about to make an ass of yourself. But, like Robin asked, since when do you care about dignity?
You reached into your bag and pulled out the candygrams that had been sent to you and holding them out. 
To your relief he gave you a bashful smile. “Guess you caught me, huh?” he asked. “You solved my Valentine’s puzzle.” 
“I have a pretty high intelligence when I apply myself.” you said, which only made him grin wide. “But I gotta say, Munson. I’m actually a little disappointed. I mean, sadistic and scary dungeon master of the Hellfire club, and this is the best puzzle you could come up with?”
He crossed his arms and took a step towards you. “Well, I don’t know you as well as I’d like.” he said, and your stomach erupted into butterflies. “Had to start somewhere.” 
“I guess I had to be sneaky and pay attention to you to figure it out. You’re hard not to notice, you know.” you admitted, crossing your arms as well to mimic him. 
“Being The Freak means I fail most stealth checks.” he shrugged. 
“High charisma though.” you threw out there, hoping that line would land and to your delight it did.
“It’s the Munson Magic. I come by it naturally.” Eddie’s smile was so wide it was cheesy but shit, it was working on you. 
“Not great intelligence though.” you smirked at him. 
“Oh? And how do you figure that?” He looked a little offended now, and you saw his shoulder stiffen as if he was waiting for this to suddenly go south. 
“Spell my name, Eddie.” 
You could see the lightbulb go off in his mind and his eyes widened. 
“You- wait, you were the one who kept sending me the cards?” Eddie looked nothing short of bewildered and ecstatic. You had a feeling that if things went well, you wouldn’t have to worry about ever knowing what he was thinking as he wore every emotion on his sleeve. 
“Surprise?” you asked, playing with the strap of your backpack. 
Eddie licked his lips, chasing the last of the flavor of the sucker he’d been eating. He looked at you, as if searching for something, and you cut in before he had the chance to find it. 
“Do you want to hang out sometime?” you asked, a little louder than you meant to. “Like, just us.”
“Do you think you can handle a date with The Freak?” Eddie asked, standing a little straighter. “I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors, and I promise the worst of them are true.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Eddie, I’ve always wanted to join Hellfire.” you smirked. “I’m sure there are worse things for a first date than sacrificing someone to Satan, or summoning demons, or joining a cult.”
“I’m a gentleman, I would never ask a lady to summon demons on the first date. That’s at least a third date activity.” Eddie held his hand to his heart and raised a hand as if making an oath. 
Oh yeah, you were going to marry him. You were already picturing proposing to him and taking him away from this town. 
“Then how about dinner at Benny’s?” you suggested. “Burgers and shakes on me and you can tell me more about Hellfire and dragons and I can give you a spelling lesson.”
Eddie ran his ringed fingers through his hair and you giggled as the rings got snagged and he struggled to untangle them. 
“It’s.. a date then.” he said, but it came out as more of a question, as if he was asking if this was really happening. 
“A date.” You agreed, handing him your number, having come prepared. 
As you began to walk away, he called out after you. 
“Wait! You said you wanted to check out Hellfire, right?” Eddie said and you turned to look at him. “I’m... I’m actually running a one shot tonight. Kind of beginner friendly enough. I don’t often do this in the middle of the semester but one of our usuals dropped out because he had a date so... we have an open seat at the table. If you think you can handle it.”
Your smile widened as you walked over to him. “I think I’ll take you up on that.”
Eddie offered his arm to you, as if he were a gentleman which you took eagerly. 
“So... how do you actually spell your name?” 
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Dear Reader, I hope you have the easiest name to spell because that would make this fic at least 3% funnier. Also, I'm proud I got this done before Valentine's day because I never even finished my Halloween or Christmas fic. Be proud of me.
Please reblog if you enjoyed it <3
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dcxdpdabbles · 8 months
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Alfred's Boy Part 4
"Master Bruce, would it be alright if I had someone over?" Danny's soft voice breaks the chatter around the table. Bruce is honestly surprised to hear the boy speak up without prompting. It takes him a moment to answer how unexpecting the request is.
The boy seems to think his silence is an answer, for he ducks his head and brings up his shoulders. "Nevermind. It was stupid. I'll tell Clockwork to forget it."
"No. No. This is your house as well, Danny. You can invite any of your friends. I'm just surprised Clockwork would allow you to contact guests from your old home." Bruce assures. His eyes flicker to the rest of the table, showing how everyone is focused on their own plates, but all conversation has died.
He is sure half of his children are attempting to develop super hearing with how much they are straining to eavesdrop.
"He's not really a friend, per se." Danny pushes some of his food to one side of his plate. It's a nervous habit Bruce had realized he does when speaking of his old home. Not just food but anything he can fiddle with, as Danny seems unable to hold still when nervous. "Wes and I have....a history, you can say. Clockwork said that he was allowed to visit because he knew what was happening but wasn't too involved with the situation. Not like Sam and Tucker, my best friends, or my sister Jazz. "
A history? Oh no, was this "Wes" an ex?
Bruce looks again at his youngest and fights a wince at Damian's dark sneer as the boy stabs his broccoli. Please let Wes just be anything but an ex. He doesn't want to follow the other kid around to make sure he doesn't have to fight off his children from bringing him harm.
Dick speaks up, likely thinking along the same lines. "I'm glad you can still have someone to see you! When will he be here? Will he be alright with Gotham's....everything?"
A smile is fighting at the corner of Danny's lips, and Bruce swears he can hear his children's hearts shatter as the boy flushes slightly. "Trust me, Wes can handle a lot. Clockwork said he would let Alfred know the details if Master Bruce agreed."
The butler pulls out an old-looking pocket watch. After checking the time, Alfred snaps it close with an impassive smile. "Clockwork will have the boy here in three days. I believe Danny will have a few days off then to enjoy his company?"
It's not really a request, but Bruce still nods. "Of course."
Danny's entire face lights up. It's the most joy he's seen on the boy's face since his arrival. "Thank you, Master Bruce. Thank you, Alfred. Can you please excuse me? I want to prepare his room."
"Of course, dear boy," Alfred nods his head. Danny is gone in a flash, a secret smile pulling at his lips. He waits a few seconds, so Danny's footsteps can fade away before leveling a stern stare at everyone at the table.
Bruce straightens his back out of reflex when that all-knowing stare passes over him. He barely contains a sigh of relief when Alfred slightly lingers on him to transfer his gaze to Damian.
He feels terrible for his son but cannot step between the butler and him. Damian will have to fight this battle on his own.
"I trust everyone here will not give Danny or his guest any grief during his break." It's not a question. It's a camond. Everyone shivers slightly out of fear.
"No."
"You don't have to worry about me"
"I have some stuff to do."
"Of course not Alfred."
Alfred doesn't precisely threaten them, but he does make his eyes a little darker "Danny's guest will not find shadows following him."
A few of his kids look heartbroken, while Jason has an expression of manic glee blooming on his face.
The following night, Danny is asking for ideas on where to take Wes on his tour. Apparently, both are from a small town and are used to having fewer options for entertainment.
"Kids usually either went to the mall or the local burger place. The mall wasn't even that big too, so after a while it got boring" Danny admits.
"You have to take him to Batburger," Jason tells Danny. Bruce fights the urge to leap over the table and punch his child. Jason knows that Danny hadn't gone to the restaurant so a lot of his siblings had been dreaming of taking the boy on a date there.
He's just rubbing salt in the wounds at this point.
"I think I will. I'll take him to museums too. Wes loves history." Danny writes some ideas down in a little notebook. He's taken to carrying it around, brainstorming a perfect weekend there.
Bruce had glanced at it earlier that day, when Danny had been busy cleaning and had read, "Make out point- Dick said the stars are the clearest there."
He almost had a heart attack. For all that Danny was Alfred's boy, Bruce still felt very protective of Danny like his own. He did not want his somewhat son to be going to any place with the name make out point.
No one speaks after that- primarily due to his younger children trying to shift their sobs and the older ones trying to comfort them without letting Danny notice.
Eventually, Cullen gets up from the table, excusing himself with a half-baked excuse of needing to do homework, and Harper chases after him. The two are followed by Tim- whose eyes are glossy- Steph, who looks to be biting her lip. Duke, whose hands are curled into fists, and Damian, who stomps out like a bull about to charge.
Bruce leaps to his feet but is stopped by Dick, who pats his shoulder. "I got this."
"The plot thickens," Jason says before he, too, goes after his siblings. For all his teasing, his second oldest adores his brothers and sisters, so he'll be there in their time of need.
"Is something...wrong?" Danny asks after a moment of hesitation. "I can tell Clockwork and Wes not to do the visit."
"No. You have Wes over. We talk." Cass tells him, giving the boy a wink as she, too, steps away. "Tonight, all ice cream."
"Yes." Alfred sighs. "I do believe that would be best. A frozen treat to soothe the pain of heartbreak. I'll bring up the tubs for everyone in a moment."
Bruce fights the urge to bury his face in his hands as Danny spring to his feet offering to help with the ice cream, unaware he is the cause for the comfort food.
Despite the apparent tension in the manor, the promised weekend does arrive. Danny is beside himself with excitement. He's not wearing a suit for once- he's gotten to copying Alfred in a misguided attempt at a butler uniform- and is wearing street clothes.
Besides, when the first day, Bruce has never seen Danny in street clothes. He's surprised that Danny dresses like a punk rocker- complete with a black leather jacket, big combat boots, and various chains.
He looks like the type of person fathers warn their daughters away from. Bruce hates how that only makes more of his children bestowed.
Danny had given everyone a happy smile when Bruce handed him the keys to one of his sports cars- he saw no reason why Wes and Danny should take a bus to the airport when he had plenty of vehicles to lend him. Alfred had allowed the boy to go alone since Danny needed to go through a particular gate for Wes.
Apparently, Clockwork would be sending Wes on a private plane. It burned not to know who Clockwork was or what he did, but Bruce fought the urge to snoop to get Alfred to stop glaring at him.
"I bet you he's not even that great," Tim grumbles, stuffing a chocolate cookie into his mouth. "Bet you he's ugly."
"With buck teeth" Steph adds stealing her own cookie.
"He likely never even seen a sword," Damian spits.
"Come on guys, I know it sucks, but we can't just dis on Wes 'cause Danny likes him," Duke says though it's not very convincing, seeing as he dropped over the couch in a depressive slouch.
"Why are all the good gays taken?" Cullen sighs, ignoring the meta.
Bruce opens his mouth to offer some comfort or maybe lecture them, but the front door opens before he gets a chance. Everyone sits up only to slump down as Dick strolls in with a cheerful smile. They all glare at him, which makes Dick flauter in his steps for only a second.
"They're waiting for Danny," Bruce tells him. Dicks smile regains his cheer as the oldest throws himself on the couch.
"He's outside with his guest. Lovely guy."
"Is he ugly?" Tim asks hopefully. His dreams are dashed as Dick shakes his head.
"He could be a supermodel."
"Of course, he can."
Jason snorts from behind a book. Bruce knows he is not reading it, simply by the fact he hasn't turned a page in the last ten minutes- his son speed reads whenever he adores a book- and is likely enjoying the show.
The door opens again, this time accompanied by two sets of laughter. An unfamiliar voice wheezes "-Dash then reads out love poems he wrote about Phantom!
"No!" Danny gasps. "Not Dash Baxter. What did the other A-listers do in retaliation?"
"Nothing that's the crazy part. They had poems too!"
The two voices are carrying, so Bruce has a few seconds to prepare himself. So do his kids, who all sit up at attention, a few with not as welcoming expressions as he would like. The voices round the corner, and Bruce looks at Wes first.
Dick was right. He's a handsome young man with ginger hair and flickers of freckles. He is dressed similarly to Danny, but a little less black and slightly more burnt orange to add color to his punk look. A worn-out backpack is swung over his shoulder while the same arm is tugging along a suitcase behind him.
Wes is also holding Danny's hand with a free hand.
Damian makes a slightly wounded sound that digs a dagger into Bruce's heart. His baby's first heartbreak.
Danny looks surprised to see them all, seeing as the family usually prepares to go out as the Bats at this time- but he smiles widely after a moment. "Everyone I like you to meet Wesley Weston. Wes, this is my boss, Bruce Wayne, and his kids, Dick Grayson-wayne, Jason Todd-Wayne, Casandra Wayne, Tim Drake-Wyane, Stephine Brown, Damian Wayne, Cullen Row, and Harper Row."
Wes smiles at them, waving the hand he has interlocked with Danny. Bruce winces as most of his kids give half-hearted greetings. Thankfully Alfred is in the kitchen and misses their terrible manners.
Wes pauses and squits at the youngest of the house before he sighs. "Of course, it happens in this dimension too."
"What?" Danny asks confused
"Danny and I aren't dating," Wes tells the room, ignoring the startled boy he's launched onto. "Danny just needs to have physical contact for his mental health. So we hold hands. He also needs to have someone sleep with him. Otherwise, his core doesn't recharge correctly."
"Wes!" Danny protests. "They don't know about cores!"
"Oh," Wes shrugs, waving his hands at them, "Never mind. Processed as normal, Danny and I will cuddle in his room. Danny lead the way."
Alfred's foster son flushes a bright red but quickly tugs the guest away. Jason shakes from unrestrained laughter as Damian stabs the table on which he is sharpening his knives.
Bruce yells after the two boys.
"The door stays open, Danny!"
"Master Bruce, it's not like that!" Danny yells back, mortified, and Wes breaks into impish laughter.
"I hate him," Duke hisses, and Bruce gives in to the urge to bury his face in his hands.
It's going to be a long weekend.
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Joey B Imagines: A Day In The Life
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Summary: You do a mini TikTok vlog of a day in the life with your boys while pregnant. (Pregnancy announcement to the public!)
Warnings: Fluff
Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader
Imagine Universe: Into The Mystic
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January 10, 2024 - *35 weeks pregnant*
After posting some more pranks I've done on Joe, surprisingly, my following on TikTok has grown significantly.
Usually, posting Joe on my socials garnered negative attention, AKA hate. I did it because social media apps were meant to share your life, and Joe was a huge part of my life.
I never meant it in a braggadocios way, but that's what people seemed to take from my family photos and post-win pics with my husband.
That's why I was so surprised to see that everyone loved my Joe pranks.
The comments held a consensus that I’d never seen under a post of mine, they loved Joe and I’s dynamic.
I didn't need the public fan validation to make me feel secure in my relationship with Joe, but for once, they understood how special our relationship was, and some even apologized for past statements.
“They love us, Joe.” - you
“No, honey, they love you.” - Joe smiled
After those words were shared, Joe pointed out how all the comments were mostly praising me.
“take back everything I said abt her.”
“stop she matches joe’s energy so well…”
“the way he can’t stay mad at her, they’re so in love”
“actually such a cute couple”
“they compliment each other so well!”
“i see why joe married her! 🥹”
“i want y/n to be MY mom.”
“who gave y/n the right to be so adorable.”
“she’s so fun!”
“the way joe looks at her.. 😭”
“still jealous, but he loves her sm.”
“MY PARENTS.”
“i bet y/n’s the best mom and wife”
“Everyone’s switching sides now, but they never deserved hate. Joe wouldn't marry her if he didn't love her, and I'm glad that you guys can see that now. She makes him really happy!!”
“See? Some are even requesting more videos, baby. Do you see how many new followers you've gotten?” - Joe
“It's just because I posted content of you…” - you
“No, don't say that. It's because you showed your personality, and they love you. They see why I love you.” - Joe
“Do you really think so?” - you
“I know so. Everyone thinks your pranks are hilarious, you're funny, and you handle me super well.” - Joe
“I do handle you super well.” - you laughed
“The best.” - Joe winked
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That was two days ago, right after we put the twins to sleep and right before we went to bed ourselves.
Currently being nine in the morning, I just woke up.
It was off-season now, but that still meant early mornings.
This morning was a little different, though, because I was making a ‘day in the life’ TikTok.
Since my pranks had become a hit, I've gotten quite a few video ideas from fans in the comments. Most wanted to see more of our everyday lives and wanted to know what it was like as an NFL wife and mother.
So, I decided to do a short video to show what our family day routine was like on an average off-season day.
The thing is… Joe didn't know it was happening.
Joe loved that I was finally being seen the way he saw me but was still weary of what I was posting.
He wasn't a huge fan of social media, and being super public with our relationship and kids, he detested it.
I respected it, but sometimes Joe would ask to participate in a video unprompted.
Lately, that has become a bigger case, so I was hoping he wouldn't mind taking part in the mini-vlog.
Joe was still asleep when I got out of bed, so I discreetly walked into the bathroom after grabbing my phone.
I wouldn't be talking in the video, just showcasing the sounds of the background and whatever I was doing, while the text that I would put over it later would describe what was going on.
After making little clips of me brushing my teeth, washing my face, and brushing my hair out, I walked back into the bedroom.
Next, I recorded a little snippet of me picking out my outfit - leggings and one of Joe’s hoodies - before turning my phone off to get changed.
Now that I was ready, I headed downstairs to start breakfast.
I pulled ingredients out of the fridge for Joe’s smoothie, omelets for me and me, and some of the ingredients for the boy's pancakes.
Just as I was starting the blender, a sleepy-looking Joe with raging bedhead shuffled into the kitchen.
“G’morning.” - you grinned
Thankfully, he put on sweatpants and a T-shirt, and I was glad of that because he'd complain about being shirtless on camera.
“Hi.” - Joe mumbled
“You good, buddy?” - you laughed
“Mhm. I just don't like waking up to see that you're not next to me.” - Joe
“Awe, I'm sorry. C’mere.” - you
I opened my arms to Joe, and he immediately was in my embrace. My arms were around his waist as I squeezed him, and his head lay on my shoulder.
When he pulled away from me, Joe’s eyes landed on the recording camera and immediately went wide-eyed.
“Why are you recording?” - Joe
“I'm making a ‘day in the life' video. I won't put anything in it that you aren't comfortable with, like what just happened.” - you
“Oh… ok. Yeah, don't put that in, though, because I sound like a baby.” - Joe
His grimace made me laugh because I thought our interaction was cute. Then again, I loved Joe’s needy, soft side. It was purely adorable.
“My baby.” - you grinned
“Stop…” - Joe
Joe was trying to hide his smile as his cheeks turned pink, and I couldn't help but giggle. I loved knowing I could make him blush, even after all the years we've been together.
“Do you need help recording anything?” - Joe
“Not at the moment, but if I do, I'll ask you.” - you
“Okay. Want me to make the pancakes?” - Joe
“Sure! Can I get a clip of you flipping them?” - you
“Of course.” - Joe smiled
Shortly after that, Joe got started on the pancakes, and I recorded a little video to get audio of the sizzling from the hot pan.
When I got a short clip of Joe flipping a mini pancake, I didn't put his face in it, but you could very clearly see it was him. His easily recognized bracelets and hands gave that away, along with the laugh the speaker picked up when he executed the flip perfectly.
“I should be a pro cook.” - Joe
“We both know that shouldn't happen.” - you
Joe busted out laughing and told me to put that in the mini-vlog.
“Will do.” - you giggled
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Later in the day, I had gotten most of the wanted content filmed, including waking the boys up, breakfast, and playing/cleaning around the house.
Now, Joe, Me, and the boys were on our way to the reason for the entire video.
AKA the ultrasound that I'm having today.
It was a hard launch of my pregnancy, but Joe and I thought we'd include it in the video since my maternity photoshoot wasn't for a couple more weeks. The reason we were announcing it before the shoot was because it was getting hard to hide my growing bump. We’d much rather announce it ourselves than someone screenshot a picture of me in the background with a round belly.
When we got sent back to the ultrasound room, Joe sat in the chair next to where I was. Tyson was in Joe’s lap while Miles sat in the chair next to them.
“You ready to see sissy?” - Joe
Tyson and Miles both nodded, causing Joe and I to both smile.
Soon the ultrasound tech walked into the room and before I knew it, the familiar feeling of cold gel on my stomach made me hiss.
“Okay, Mama?” - Joe
“Gel’s just cold. I'm fine.” - you smiled
Joe made sure to get a good video of you watching the monitor, and he felt tears pricking in his eyes at the sight of his baby girl.
He would never get tired of being called, girl dad, Joe wore it like a proud Boy Scout who had just received a new badge.
“Baby Girl is doing great, measuring how she should be, and is very healthy.” - Tech
“Good.” - you and Joe in sync
After a few more minutes, she wiped off my bump, and I was set to go.
Joe helped me off of the chair and pulled the hoodie back over my stomach.
“I love you.” - Joe grinned
“I love you too.” - you
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I spent the first thirty minutes back home editing together the clips I already had, getting approval from Joe for each one.
It surprised me how much feedback and “Oh, this would be cool!” Joe was giving me. He liked this more than I thought he would.
We ate dinner just shortly after that, and the rest of the afternoon was slow, as it usually was.
Tyson and Miles went to bed earlier than usual, so Joe and I spent the majority of the evening watching space documentaries that Joe had been wanting to watch.
The last video of the day routine vlog was of the TV in front of us, Joe’s hand on my bump in view, as well as our legs tangled together.
I never truly appreciated the little things in my everyday life till they were pointed out in a video, like how Tyson always looks at Joe for approval before doing something or how Miles's eyes crinkle up when he smiles, just like his daddy’s.
Watching back at the completed TikTok while tucked into my handsome husband’s side as he rubbed over my baby bump and drew little shapes on it with his thumb had me thinking something I seem to always find my mind drifting off to. Oh, boy, was I one lucky girl.
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Authors note: cutie family fluff for Sunday
Request for this fic; thank you anon! 🫶
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Hope you enjoyed! 💕
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Lost Love
(Small story I thought about doing until I write another request that I got, also be looking out I’m working on 4 request at a time then the rest at once💕)
Cha Hyun su x fem reader
Genre: Just a bit emotional
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It’s been a year since you last saw Hyun su after trying his self into the military to keep the remaining survivors of Green Home safe , so we all would be able to saved and took to a shelter/camp that was meant for any survivors
Since then you lived with the regret of not telling him about the baby , both you and Hyun su moved in together in your first apartment at Green home , since you were a bit more social you made a few friends inside the building , but most of you time was spent with Hyun su
When the apocalypse started. Hyun su started to have serious noise bleeds , times where he would black out or there were even moments you felt like he want your Hyun su
After gathering with the remaining survivors you soon learned that Hyun su was a special case of the monsters that now roamed the city
After a while you found out you were pregnant, deciding it wasn’t the right time as you kept the pregnancy to yourself .. not knowing Hyun su would turn his self in the same night
Now here you were a year later with two beautiful children, a boy and a little girl , even though it’s been just a year they were already at the age of 12
Before giving birth to Cha Hee (son) and Cha Hui (girl) , you escaped from the shelter finding a small abandoned camper , the only joy out it was that it was two small rooms that had a full sized bed in both , a small kitchen and dining area that was in the middle and the driver seat that was locked right when you entered the camper
Your pregnancy was pretty easy we’re surprised you along the way , except that you felt your self changing as you started to hear a voice in your head , you belly barely as it looked like you were just bloated from a good meal or something, but you knew you were pregnant, the hardest part of the whole pregnancy was the birth , since you didn’t have any support, you ended up giving birth to the twins inside the camper in your small room , bring down on a spare dry towel you had to hold in your scrams as you gave birth to both Cha Hee and Ch Hui
After giving birth to the twins you noticed how much you’ve changed, your eyes had I slight hit of green with time making your neon eyes now look unnatural, you half grew a bit longer as you soon realized that you gave in to your desires , now becoming a monster but some how keeping it in control.. maybe it was because you had not one but two people to protect
After a few months after having Cha Hee and Cha Hui you soon realized that they weren’t exactly human either , as Cha Hee was born with bright blue eyes , Cha Hui was born with Green eyes
There was a few differences between the two as Cha Hee, he was a quite child , who could make a person go crazy after a certain amount of days soon resulting in their suicide or the death of everyone around them including them selves if you were lucky enough to stay on his good side he would use his touch to show your most happiest memories
Cha Hui was a bit different she was a cold child , always quietly analyzing others , but even though she seemed cold she was super nice once you got to know her , her touch could either set your ablaze as you scream in pain and agony or you could fall into a deep sleep that no one could wake you out of as you live out your deepest fears over and over again, but like her brother if your were no harm to her mother or Cha Hee she could show you your happiest memories ,you didn’t discover this until it happened in front of your eyes
After that you had Cha Hee and Cha Hui to keep on a special pair of gloves that were handmade by you, it made you feel a bit more safe if no one would discover there powers then any one would assume their normal kids , the only thing that would make any one realize their twins it their dark black hair that resembles Cha Hyun Su’s
As you laid in your bed as you start to realize that it’s been quite for a while now , thinking that the the twins were in bed as you stand to your feet , slowly walking out of your room and you peek into their room that was located on the right of yours
Seeing that the room was empty as you start to become slightly worried , heading for the kitchen finning area to see that they weren’t there either
‘Where are they’ the voice in stead your head says as you frantically search the camper a second time just to make sure , but when you saw they weren’t there you quickly open the doors to the camper heading down the three small steps as you head out the door looking left and right frantically as you run straight heading down the road as you call out both Cha Hee and Cha Hui’s names
Not getting a response from neither of your babies as you start to panic thinking of all the possible things that could have happened to them
What if they ran into humans? Or worse the military? , as your mind starts to cloud with questions that only made you panic more , you soon came to a hault as you heard a few giggles , looking around the area as you notice a small grader dome
Taking a small breathe in and out as you head inside the small dome , eyeing scanning around the flowers that bloomed with life , causing you to feel a bit calm but still worrying for you babies
After a while of walking down the small trail you come to a stop , as you feel your body tense up , confusion shown in your eyes
There was Cha Hee and Cha Hui.. but they weren’t alone , there stood Hyun su with a girl that seemed to be around the age of 14 as she talked to Cha Hui who had a small smile on her face , it took a while before Cha Hyun su noticed your presence , eyes locking with your as Ah-yo turned to see why Hyun su was so quite , eyes slowly following his as they land on you soon catching the attention of the twins
“MOMMY” Cha Hee screams out with joy as he runs toward you wrapping his arms around your waist with a smile
“Mom , look we made a new friend” Cha Hee says as pulls away from the hug grabbing a hold of your hand as he pulls you towards Hyun su , Ah-yi and Cha Hui as Cha Hui soon stand beside you wrapping her arms around you as she looks at Ah-hi and Hyun su
“This is Ah-yi and Hyun su” Cha Hee says as he points to both Ah-yi and Hyun su
“And this is our mom , Reader” Cha Hui says as she tightens her hold eyes still watching Ah-yi and Hyun su who eyes now look at you with pure shock
“M-Mom…” Hyun su says as his head hangs low , Ah- yi noticing the hurt in his voice , after a few seconds his head slowly rises eyes now shining blue as he gives you a cold stare
“ After everything we done for you.. to keep you safe , and you have some assholes child , correction children” Hyun su says eyes staring daggers in to yours as you feel a shiver flow down your spine
“I-It’s not like that” You reply as you look down down your feet not able to look him in the eye
“Wait..you know her” Ah-yo says as she looks between you and Hyun su in confusion
“I do actually in fact she’s our dear girlfriend, well was it seems” Hyun su says eyes now looking both at you , Cha Hee and Cha Hui
“I didn’t cheat okay.. I just..” you say looking back in to Hyun Su’s eyes tears now threading to fall
“I don’t know how to tell you and it was to late.. you let us alone” you managed to choke out as tears start to flow, Shock showing on Hyun Su’s face as he looks between Cha Hee and Cha Hui
“T-Their .. mine” Hyun su says eyes slowing turning to normal as he slowly falls to his knees , tears falsify flowing down his face as he looks at you with a sorry expression
“I-I didn’t mean to .. I-I just wanted to keep you safe..I..” before he could finish his sentence Cha Hee warped his in a warm hug as Cha Hui looks him in his teary eyes
“So .. your our father” Cha Hui says as her green eyes watches Hyu su closely as he slowly nods his head in agreement, slowly walking towards Hyun su as she slowly wraps her arms around him pulling him and Cha Hee in a hug
“I had a weird feeling .. it explains why we were okay with you keeping us company” Cha Hee says with apart smile
After a while of hugging , Hyun su informs you on Ah-yi and how he has been taking care of her since she was pretty much born , listening as Hyun su talks about Ah-yi like a proud father , which he was, he starts to feel guilty about missing his own kids growing up deciding to keep not only Ah-yo but you and both Cha Hee and Cha Hui close and safe
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jeonggukookies · 2 months
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too young | eight
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summary: jungkook proves to everyone that he cares about you and his daughter, jules the most. 
word count: 3,083
genre:  parent!au, single dad!jungkook fluff
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“Do you know what time Jungkook is getting here?” Jules asked, sitting down on one of the office chairs. Without any hesitation, she undid her braid quickly and started messing up her hair. “Or is someone else supposed to take me?”
“Didn’t lunch just start for you?” You looked at the clock behind you, the long black minute hand just reaching the same place as the short hour mark. “I’m sure he will be here soon.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if he forgot,” she mumbled under her breath.
“He’s coming,” you assured Jules. “Be patient.”
“But are you sure he’s coming?” Unlike the first time you met Jules, she looked at you with a look of confusion on her face. She was clenching the white straps of her purple backpack as if she was afraid to lose the bag. Jules had been in your office for at least five minutes, asking every thirty seconds to ask if her guardian was here. “What if he forgot, again?”
“He didn’t forget.” It used to be normal for Jungkook to be late whether that be ten minutes or an hour and a half. You remember how nonchalant and unimpressed Jules used to be when you told her one of her uncles was on her way instead of her guardian. “Why are you in such a rush?”
“Because I want this stupid thing off now!” She gestured to the black ankle brace. It had been a month since the hospital visit and Jules had been counting the days she could go back on the field to play soccer. She reached to take one of the velcro straps off on her brace. “Do you know how annoying this has been?”
“Hey!” you exclaimed. “You know you aren’t allowed to take it off before your appointment. The doctor needs to make sure it has healed correctly and everything. Then, the doctor will take it off for you.”
“By the time he gets here, the doctor’s office will be closed until next year,” she pouted, placing her hands back onto the backpack straps. “Why can’t Uncle Tae get me? Why can’t you take me to the doctor?”
“Because I’m at school,” you deadpanned. “And I want to be here.”
“I do too. You can just take me,” she whined.
“No, I can’t.” You couldn’t help to roll your eyes. "Because Jungkook is coming.”
“Yeah, right.” Jules threw back her head in frustration and groaned loudly. “Then where is he?”
“Right behind you,” Jungkook said, appearing with a smile on his face. “Are you ready, Kiddo?”
Without saying a word, Jules got up on her two feet and rolled her eyes. Still holding onto the straps of her bag tightly, she first looked out of the office, staring at the kids in the cafeteria as if she were searching for someone specific. She then in a haste left the office, stomping her feet on the ground, making her footsteps heard through the entire building.
“This is the first time I’ve seen her with an attitude.” You and Jungkook both looked at each other, realizing you guys both said the same thing at the same time.
“Did something happen between you guys this morning?” You asked. “Was she like this before school?”
“She seemed fine this morning when I dropped her off at school,” he replied, crunching his eyebrows together. “She was super excited for her appointment today, so maybe her excitement just turned into anger...Right? Kids and their emotions these days.”
But even before, on the days when Jungkook told Jules that he would pick her up and he still didn’t show, Jules never showed any sign of any anger or displeasure. She stayed patient, understanding that even if Jungkook didn’t come, she would always see him at home.
“Why did she think you weren’t going to show up though?”
Before he could say anything, Jungkook’s phone started going off, ringing so loudly that he jumped a bit. He reached into his right beige trenchcoat pocket and pulled out his phone, showing you the screen: Jules was calling.
“Did she say anything to you earlier?” He asked.
“Just that she wanted her brace off,” you confirmed his suspicions. “Maybe it’s nothing, and we’re just thinking too hard about it.”
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It was not nothing.
It was definitely something.
Something was off.
Ever since her doctor’s appointment, Jules has tried to convince Jungkook that she was sick and could not go to school. He allowed it for the first day and the second day, but when she asked for a third and then a fourth, he started to think something was going on. Every time Jungkook asked about school, Jules stayed quiet, saying nothing, yet it was louder than what could have been said. During the last week you had seen her, she would always change the subject whenever school was brought up and would ask you to convince Jungkook to not let her go.
“Have you heard anything from school? Teachers? Students?” Jungkook asked over the phone. It had been a week since she got her brace off, and he was worried. He had kept calling you every day during this time always to ask if you had heard anything about Jules and her change in behavior.  “Why doesn’t she want to go to school?”
“Jungkook, no kid really wants to go to school,” you guessed, scratching the back of your neck. “She’s a kid. Maybe, the only thing on her mind is soccer and she wasn’t able to do that for a while.”
“Yeah but Jules never had a problem in school and always enjoyed learning,” he replied. “I just don’t get why she’s avoiding school like it's the plague.”
Sighing, you think about the last time Jules had been in your office and how she was so agitated, maybe even apprehensive about whether or not Jungkook was going to arrive and take her to her appointment. “Well, the last time she was in my office, she told me she had wanted to be at school.”
“Really?”
You winced. “I mean, I said that I couldn’t take her to the appointment because I wanted to stay at school, and she agreed before asking if you were going to pick her up?”
“Wait, she asked you that?” Jungkook was taken aback, sounding like he was offended by what you said. “Why would she think that?”
“Have you been picking her up?” You questioned. “The boys haven’t been picking her up?
“I have been picking her up from school every day,” he answered back. “I haven’t been really late either. But you know how it is with every parent wanting to pick up their kid. The line is so long so I am always going to be the last one there just because I can’t get out of work earlier.”
“Really?” Usually five minutes after class ends, Jules would always come to your office and make herself at home. “I thought you'd been picking her up earlier because she hasn’t come by to my office to see me this week or last week at all.”
“Not even for lunch?” He asked.
“Nope.”
“Are we just being pushy?” Despite not having a face-to-face conversation, you could tell Jungkook was disheartened, thinking what he could have done wrong to upset Jules, for her to act this way. “Maybe she wanted to do something different.”
“That can be true,” you reluctantly answered, releasing a slow sigh. “But let’s think about it, Kook. She’s never lied to you before, especially about this kind of stuff.”
“And she tells you everything too.” His voice trails off into silence. “Does she usually have lunch with you today?”
You answered, “On Fridays at 12 usually.”
“But it’s 1:45,” he replied slowly. “Did she not eat today?”
Your head snapped to the clock hanging on the wall. The time was indeed past the time you usually saw Jules. “I must have lost track of the time. But I had been in my office all day, so I don’t know why she didn’t come in. She comes sometimes and eats in silence if she sees me working.”
“Something is wrong.”
“Hey, I gotta go.” A staff member from the fifth-grade department had knocked on your door. She was hired around the same time you were, letting the two of you quickly bond over a new school environment earlier in the school year. “I’ll see you later for dinner tonight.”
“Hey, Y/N. I think you should look at this.” The staff member took a pause, looking frightened. “It’s…about Jules.”
“Jules? Is she okay?” You asked with urgency. “Jules as in Seo Jules?”
She nodded and gestured for you to follow her into the fifth-grade wing. Taking a left, the two of you entered the bathroom. Without saying a word, she pointed to the middle stall.
Giving her a look of confusion, she pointed down, making you look. There in the stall, you could see a small girl sitting on the toilet, not using the bathroom, and had her legs stretched in front of her, so her feet wouldn’t be shown on the ground. You could recognize those shoes from anywhere: the light-up tennis shoes that Jin bought for Jules that she loved to brag about.
“What is she doing here?” You whispered. “Are you sure it's Seo Jules?”
Jules was 7 and her classroom was on the other side of the building, opposite the fifth-grade wing. At this time, you knew she should have been in class, learning how to spell words, long words that she didn’t know how even to pronounce.
“Hey Jules? Are you feeling okay?” Your colleague called out.
“Um..Yeah.” You heard Jules's voice come through the stall. “Is school almost over?”
“Yeah, do you want to open the door for me?”
Getting off the toilet seat, Jules unlocked the handle and opened the door. She didn’t expect to see you standing there in front of her. She was wearing an oversized grey hoodie that you’ve never seen her wear and some fake black glasses, way too big for her round small face. Avoiding making any eye contact with you, she looked down. “Are you going to tell Jungkook?”
You looked at your colleague, and she understood that it was her cue to leave the two of you alone to have a private conversation. “Do you want me to?”
“Obviously not,” she mumbled under her breath, still staring down at the ground. “I forgot to do my homework, Miss. I didn’t want to get in trouble in front of everyone.”
“Is there something wrong, Jules?” You asked with concern in your voice. “Is that really the reason why?”
“Yes,” she answered quickly. “Please don’t tell Jungkook this time.”
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“Seo Jules, please come to the front office,” you announced to the microphone of the PA system.
When it happens a second time, you immediately call Jungkook.
The sounds of ringing phones and tapping keyboards filled the air, but Jungkook’s mind was elsewhere. He was sitting in front of your desk, violently shaking his leg with the look of concern on his face. “Is Jules hurt?”
“Jungkook, Jules was found in the library, hiding by the bookshelves during most of her classes today and she was just found there becaus she hadn’t showed up to soccer practice since she got her brace off.”
“What?” He asked in disbelief.
“Hey,” Jules called out as she stood by the door. “Why are you here?”
Jungkook took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool after hearing Jules ask that question. He didn’t want Jules to ever be scare to tell him the truth, and he didn’t want Jules to ever lie to him about something as important as this. “Do you want to tell me why the school informed me that you were hiding in the library? How you haven’t been attending some certain classes?”
“You told him?” Jules dropped her shoulders, feeling betrayed. “Why would you do that?”
“We need to address the issue going on here,” Jungkook said, his tone disapproving.
“There’s no issue,” Jules protested. “I just got a little lost. It happens sometimes.”
“Jules, you were found around the bean bags, reading books,” He pointed out. “I don’t think you were lost. And this isn’t the first time this has happened and I’m only now being aware of it. What if you were really lost? What if the school couldn’t find you? What if I couldn’t find you?”
“It’s not like that!” Jules sighed, looking down. “You won’t lose me.”
“Sweetheart, we know you haven’t been going to soccer practice either,” you said. Jules’s head shot up to look at you. “If there’s something wrong, you need to tell us now.”
Jules sighed, fidgeting with her fingers. “Everyone says I get special treatment because Jungkook is dating my principal.”
Jungkook’s heart sank along with yours. “What is wrong with that?”
“Nothing.” She paused before continuing. “I don’t know. They just think the teachers favor me over them because of Y/N and how we have money to pay them to like me. They just wouldn’t stop, so I just stopped…I rather be by myself than be with mean people.”
Although the most recent break up with Jungkook didn’t make you cry, the realization that Jules was facing remarks at school due to your relationship with Jungkook did. You remember telling Jungkook from the beginning that you strived to create a safe environment for all students, wanting to shape their growth and education. You never wanted them to feel alone like you did while growing up. Jules felt alone.
You had been aware of the potential challenges that could arise from dating a parent of a student but witnessing the treatment and suffering Jules was facing made you reconsider all your choices.
“It’s not your fault,” Jules reassured quickly, reading the expression on your face. “I love you two. I just..it’s just hard right now. I lost soccer for a bit and now I feel like I have nothing.”
“Sweetheart, you know you always have us and your family,” Jungkook reminded her. “Why didn’t you want to tell me? Or Y/N?”
“Because I don’t want you guys to be sad again. I don’t want Y/N to leave,” Jules answered, tears forming in her eyes.
As a reflex, Jungkook picked up Jules and wrapped his arms around her, making Jules feel like she was safe from everything else in the world.
“You can cry,” Jungkook whispered.
And Jules started bawling. “I just want to be unnoticed so I change my hair and clothes. And try not to come in here.”
“It’s okay.”
“And they keep talking about how young you are! ‘Wow he is too young to be a parent. He don’t know what to do.’” She wept. “Like shut up!”
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While Jungkook was putting Jules to bed, you couldn’t help but wrestle with the responsibility you played in Jules’s suffering the last few months by breaking up with Jungkook, leaving her, and now, not knowing she was being bullied at school.
“Hey, what are you thinking about?” Jungkook asked loudly, interrupting your thoughts. “Are you okay?”
“I’m sorry.”
He laughed. “For what?”
“That I did this.”
“Stop.” He sighed, running his hair through his hair. “You supported Jules and countless other students! This is not your fault…Just an unanticipated consequence that can be solved.”
“Are we breaking up again?” You asked seriously, not meeting his eyes. “I never wanted this to happen to a student, let alone Jules.”
“Hey, listen to me.” He nudged at your side with his elbow, making you look at him. “The biggest thing I’ve learned from you is that we cannot control how others react, but how we react. Like you never really yelled at me for not picking up Jules. You were accepting and understanding because you knew there was more to learn.”
You nodded, appreciating Jungkook’s words. “But the last thing I want is for her to suffer.”
Still staring back at you, he reached to grab your hand. “Breaking up isn’t going to solve that, you know?”
“Yeah, but-” Jungkook cuts you off.
“Hey, you believed in me as a parent and as a person even when I was too young and too busy with a career,” Jungkook said, choosing his words carefully. “Our relationship has made me better. It has made Jules so happy since the accident. We were alone without you, struggling. And now with you, we have so much love and support.”
You smiled, squeezing Jungkook’s hand. “You gave me so much as well.”
His grip on your hand tightened. “Do you think I’m still ‘too young’ and ‘too dumb’ to be there for Jules and you?”
“Of course not!”
“Personal matters should not affect the well-being of children under their care, and you helped me realize that as a parent,” he said. “You don’t have to give anything up. You don’t have to give up your dream of maintaining a safe environment for kids, and you don’t have to give up on us. Take the risk.”
You’re reminded of your past conversation with Jungkook, still smiling from all that the two of you have learned and experienced. “I am going to talk to the school community about this.”
“I know you are,” Jungkook said. “I love you. I love Jules and we will get this together, one step and one day at a time.”
And when it was the next day, there was Jungkook, balloons in his right hand, leaning his back against his blue minivan in the parking lot, waiting for his child to come out of elementary school. He was hours early, shocking all the parents and teachers. They all wondered what he was doing.
When it was time for lunch, Jules came into your office, and the both of you looked outside the window and saw Jungkook, talking to himself. “Do you know what he is saying?”
“He isn’t saying anything.” She laughed. “He’s singing our favorite song. I just know it.”
He was right, that everything was a process that took day by day, and he was going to start by not letting Jules wait for him ever again.
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the end! thank you for reading <3 (i am terribly sorry for the long wait). 
hopefully one day i can rewrite this story and make it into something way better. so crazy to think i started this years ago. i miss bts and can’t wait for them to come back home <3 the best is yet to come :) 
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valeskafics · 8 months
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Headcanons for Dating Modern Finan, Osferth, Sihtric, & Uhtred
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TW: fluff, profanity, innuendo, she/her reader
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the The Last Kingdom characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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Dating Finan
-finan usually has no problem speaking to women, but when it comes to you, he feels like he's tongue tied and can't find the words to speak
-so, naturally, uhtred has to wingman for him and tell you that his best friend is totally into you and that you should give him a chance
-finan is an absolutely perfect boyfriend, he has important dates marked on his calendar, he tracks your period to make sure he knows when to bring you chocolate and your hot water bottle, etc just the most attentive man on the planet
-loves making fun of your accent if you don't have an irish one but it's all in good fun, likes trying to make you pronounce celtic names and words and cackles when you get them wrong
-not super big on pda but does love wrapping his arm around your waist and holding you close to him
-the absolute biggest bear hugs, to the point you feel like you can't breathe, lifts you up and spins you around like a princess when he's hugging you too
-loves going out clubbing/to the pub with you, catching the game with the boys, etc but is also perfectly happy cuddling up in front of the tv at home with some takeaway
-BIG on communication, makes sure there are never any stupid misunderstandings between the two of you
-likes teasing you about his beard and how you love the way it feels between your thighs
-sexiest morning voice on the planet, drives you absolutely crazy because his accent is so thick when he first wakes up that it sounds like he's growling
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Dating Osferth
-you are definitely osferth's first serious relationship (spring break in rumcofa gave him an education he won't forget tho...)
-super shy and sweet when he asks you out, half expects you to say no but is absolutely ecstatic when you say yes and kiss him on the cheek
-pretty easy to get him flustered and make him blush; he soon turns the tables on you, however, and loves flustering YOU by telling you everything he has planned for you
-loves finding new series for the two of you to binge watch together, sometimes you invite sihtric and his gf to join you
-super complicated family issues, but loves you so much for the way you assure him that he is sweet and kind and more than enough for you
-very protective, walks on the side of the street closer to the road, always holding your hand, etc
-totally fine with pda, loves pressing a kiss to your hand, hugging you tightly, kissing your forehead, wants to show off to everyone that he is yours and you are his
-enjoys fun dates like theme parks, lazer tag, the beach, etc bc both of you are just giant kids at heart and it's a blast to get to do that together
-your number one cheerleader no matter what you do, always has your back, no matter what
-loves being the big spoon but finds it cute when you cling to his back like a little koala and try to be the big spoon
-loves giving you his hoodies/shirts to wear, drives him wild seeing you in them
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Dating Sihtric
-the absolute biggest fucking simp on the planet, has probably been pining over you for months before he grows the balls to ask you out
-you're surprised because he seems so quiet at first, but he's actually so funny and so very sweet and attentive to you
-has a complicated history with his family that he likes to keep you away from to protect you, tells you uhtred and the guys are his found family and between you and them, he needs nothing else
-love love loves bringing you flowers even if he gets in trouble for picking them places he shouldn't be
-loves classic little dates, like dinner and a movie or going out for ice cream or dancing, he's a hopeless romantic
-very shy about pda, but will never stop you from holding his hand in public, he's so proud to be able to call you his girlfriend and partner
-definitely says "i love you" first AND very early on in your relationship because he just knows you're the one who was meant for him
-loves relaxing with you after a long day with a couple of beers on the couch and cuddling, just talking about everything that's happened
-100% posts about you on instagram every two seconds "look at my girlfriend" "my queen" "wcw" all the fucking time, the boys tease him for it but he doesn't care, he's just so in love with you
-definitely the kind of boyfriend who wants to give you a backrub or a foot rub if he thinks you've had a long day or are tired
-loves going to the gym and working out with you, and of course it's a fun time for you too seeing him work those biceps and wear that pair of slutty gray sweatpants he has
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Dating Uhtred
-this man is a 100% bona fide SLUT, the minute he sees you, he's going to be chatting you up every chance he gets, coming into your work with the most ridiculous excuses
-wastes very little time in asking you out, not afraid to do it in front of your friends as he's very self confident and will look at them for support lmfao
-as your boyfriend, he's very doting, loves pampering you, taking you on little trips, paying for you to get your hair or nails done, buying you little presents (sometimes you call him your sugar daddy as a joke)
-loves it if you get along with his friends, especially finan whom he's closest with, it's so much fun when all of you get together for drinks or game nights or things like that
-has no issue with pda, will hold your hand in public, kiss you, just come up from behind and hug you
-loves being the big spoon and playing with your hair, kissing the back of your neck and whispering how much he loves you
-keeps his hair long and tells everyone it's because you go feral for his long hair and feels very proud of embarrassing you by saying that
-definitely introduces you to his family early on - ragnar and sigrid adore you, basically adopting you as one of their own, thyra becomes a close friend of yours quite quickly, while ragnar and brida tease the fuck out of the both of you, though brida is always quick to jump to your defense when it comes to anyone else (and if she thinks uhtred is being an asshole to you at any point, she WILL call him out on it)
-definitely moves in with you pretty early on because he is absolutely certain that you're his end all be all and he'll never love anyone the way he loves you
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strangemaleswaps · 5 months
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Strange Bully Swap
Sumit:
I hopped out of my car in the high school parking lot and grabbed my backpack from the seat. I'm glad I was graduating soon, but a little sad because I'd miss everyone so much. I wouldn't consider myself "popular" in the normal sense. But a lot of people knew me and I tried to be friends with everyone, despite being a shy guy. 
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As I walked to the entrance, my best friend Thomas approached me from the left.
"Hey bro! Did you hear about the new kid?"
"Nah, what about him?"
"They say he was kicked out of his old school because of 'bad behavior' or something. But not like actually fighting people. Like threatening."
"What, like he's gonna kill them?"
"Probably. But the school board thought that was bad enough so they kicked him out." Thomas laughed. He'd been my best friend since I moved to this town in 6th grade. He could be a little harsh at times, but somehow we've stayed friends even through high school.
"That's weird yeah."
Bently:
In every one of my fucking classes the teacher had to introduce me all formal like. I hated it so much. Can't I just show up and go on my way?
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My old school had people I actually knew and friends I actually liked. But I just HAD to tell this one loser off within earshot of a teacher and they had me expelled. It's not like I was going to do anything! Now I need to start a whole new reputation. One girl I hated from my old school was already telling people what happened so I was fucked from the start. Guess I'll have to sit alone at lunch once again.
Sumit:
The new guy wasn't in any of my classes but my heart dropped when we saw him at lunch. Now that I got a good look, I recognized him. I knew him all too well.
"You good?" I looked up to Thomas's concerned face.
"The new guy. I know him. His name is Bently."
"Yeah I know. He was in my class earlier. When people tried to approach him he like faked a punch." He shook his head. "What a weirdo. Wait, how do you know him?"
"He went to my old school. Middle school. He was a bully that basically made my life hell."
"What? That guy?" He glanced over at Bently sitting alone, then back at me. "But dude, but you're bigger than him."
"Well yeah, I am now. But back then I used to be tiny and wimpy. I remember him towering over me, and that's why I was easy prey. I was scared out of my mind being around him.
"Oh man. But you could totally take him on now though! Smack him!" He threw an air punch.
"Yeah. It's weird though. He was super popular before. He had that kind of outgoing personality that attracted people just like that. Well, other jerks that is. That's why we never got along."
"You really don't need to be an extrovert to be popular though. I mean just look at you! Half the school knows who you are and you're a turtle."
"I mean." I lifted up my shirt slightly. "I got abs too so that's probably why." He stared at me intensely like I said something wrong, but then we both started laughing our asses off.
"True! True!"
"I guess he finally got what he deserved after all this time."
"He's a real loser now. Sits at a table all by himself." Thomas smirked. We noticed Bently had dropped a napkin under the table and got down on all fours to pick it back up. When he extended his arm, his shirt went up, exposing a flabby belly.
"Oh shit dude, he's not only a loser now. He's fat!"
"No way."
"Yes way! Look at that flabby gut. Dude hides all his fat under the shirt. Wouldn't be surprised if he wore a fucking bra too!"
It was then that Bently revealed he was listening. It seems he couldn't take it anymore and walked over to our table with a show of rage on his face. Thomas looked up and started laughing again.
"Can I help you pick out a bra size mister?"
He curled up his fist, about to throw a punch, when I shouted at him.
"Hey Bently! Remember me?" He turned his head in my direction instead. I was feeling abnormally brave and angry at that moment. Maybe it was because I knew I had already won? We stared at each other for a few seconds when he spoke up.
"No."
"I'm Sumit." He took a long look at me when his eyes widened. I could tell he recognized me then.
"No way. Suckass Sumit?"
"Yep. But your bullying days are over so just give it a rest and leave everyone alone." I'm honestly surprised I managed to say that.
"Or what?" I stood up and got face to face with him.
"Or I'll mess you up," I said, alot louder than I wanted to. I may have had a better body than him, but I was no fighter. I was expecting him to throw a punch but instead he did a much dumber move - he knocked our heads together. It hurt like hell and we both fell over. I must've blacked out for a minute because when I got up, the principal had appeared; he was clearing the area and talking to Thomas.
"Are you alright?" He asked me.
"I'm ok."
"Thank you for not retaliating. It takes courage to not fight back. As for you Mr. Wilson," he turned to look at Bently, who was just standing up, "I will let you off this one time because it's your first day but one more screw up and it's detention."
As soon as the principal walked away, Bently came up to me once again.
"This isn't over asshole. Get fucked." He turned away.
"Wow, there's a real grade A asshole." Thomas put his hand on my shoulder. "Guess he's just jealous. I almost feel bad for him. Almost!" He started laughing again.
"Yeah, but my head still hurts."
"Eh, put some ice on it probably."
Bently: 
Fuck me. I should not have done that. I could've easily thrown a punch but he was just so in my face! I think I relied on my instincts. Stupid! Stupid! The rest of the day seemed to drag on and I could feel people laughing at me behind my back. This is really my life now isn't it? I headed home, and immediately to my room. Since my mom was out of town for the weekend, I didn't even bother trying to make any food so I just went to sleep, hoping that Saturday would be more tolerable.
Sumit:
At the end of the day, I went back home, hung out and played some Mario Kart with Thomas, and went to bed. My head wasn't hurting anymore so I was ready to enjoy my Saturday. But, all I could think about that night was Bently and what his problem was. I kinda felt bad for him. Who knows what his life was like?
Bently: 
I woke up feeling pretty energized, which was strange because that never happens. I reached my hand over for the glass of water on my bedside table, my eyes still closed, but found nothing. That's weird. I moved my hand around to find the table itself but still found nothing. I opened my eyes then and looked around to find a completely different bedroom. What the fuck? It was then that I noticed my hand was much darker than what I was used to. I checked out my whole arm and noticed how muscular it seemed. No fucking way. I investigated my body further and found I was wearing clothes that I didn't own so I decided to lift up my shirt to see what it looked like. I had fucking abs!
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I grazed my hand along and they felt hard, completely different than the soft flab I was used to. Man I don't know what happened, but I like it! Wait, what do I look like? The bedroom wasn't mine but luckily it had a mirror on the wall. I took my shirt off and gazed into my reflection. Holy fuck.
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I'm an Indian guy? Wait…shit. I'm that one guy from yesterday. The one I beat up…or tried to anyway. I leaned closer and touched my face. He's not all that bad looking actually. Wait what am I saying? That guy sucks! But still he has a nice body. I could feel myself getting hard within the sweatpants I was wearing. Maybe I won't think about who I am if I don't look in the mirror. I proceeded to the nearby bathroom and took out his member. Holy fuck he's huge! I rubbed one out, switching between nipple twists and rubbing my abs the whole time. I don't know how I swapped bodies with him, but all I know is that I'm in no rush to change back. This is gonna to be a fun weekend…
Sumit:
When I woke up the next day, I definitely did not feel rested. It felt like I barely got any sleep at all. I scratched the back of my head but noticed something was off. My hair was longer again? I had just got it cut so it was pretty noticeable. I opened my eyes and was very confused when I found I wasn't in my own bedroom. I didn't even recognize the room at all. It was kinda messy and there was a weird scent in the air - which was a stark contrast to my spotless bedroom.
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When I tried to sit up I felt a weird feeling. It was sort of a jiggle? I looked down and saw how pale my arms were. What's going on? Am I dying? I made the mistake of touching my chest. It felt…squishy. Oh god. I lifted up my shirt and saw a flabby mess. What happened to my body?! I jumped off the bed, the saggy flesh shuffling with me. My belly drooped a bit below my sweatpants, and the place where I once had pecs, were now wobbly bags of meat. I leaned over and watched them hang down.
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I went crazy and slapped my belly, watching all the flab go nuts. This can't be happening! I walked over to a nearby mirror and almost puked when I saw who I was. I….I'm Bently.
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What happened?! I made weird facial expressions and shook my belly again. I turned to the side to feel my ass around, and found it was equally as blubbery as the rest of my body. What did I do to deserve this? Oh no, what does my dick look like? I pulled down my sweatpants to see the damage. Oh god, it was…tiny. I have a tiny dick! Maybe it's a grower? I sure hope so! What am I going to do now though? Thankfully it was a weekend so I didn't have to go to school like this, but I needed to figure out how this happened. In the meantime, I was a little curious to see what it would be like to jerk with someone else's dick…
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arent-i-the-fairest · 2 years
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 (𝟐)
vil is seething over the fact that you and neige have become so close. but when he finds out you have no romantic feelings for the neige and are only into mature guys like himself, he becomes smug and doubles down on showing off.
part one here!
author’s note : desperate vil p2 is here! also, thank you to the anon who provided the plot! lovely idea!
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“don’t you think neige and trickster’s blossoming friendship is just so lovely to see, roi du poison?”
vil doesn’t reply, but no. no he doesn’t. at all. he wishes he never invited you to that photoshoot so that none of this (= you and neige getting closer) would’ve ever happened.
he’s been taking L after L, and this might just be the biggest one— and of course it’s from neige of all people. but is he really surprised at this point? (no)
vil’s obviously really hating this, but y’know who isn’t?
epel. the boy is thriving seeing him mad, and plans to do something that’ll hopefully tip him over. he needs some revenge for all the work vil’s made him do.
lunch with the pomefiore trio is always a good time. today is not particularly the best example of that.. for you, at least. it’s a wonderful one for vil.
“prefect, are you in love with neige?” epel asks in a soft, innocent voice.
rook is looking at vil, vil is looking at you (very intently, might i add), and you’re looking at epel. you’re staring at him like he’s insane. he just smiles a little wider and bats his eyelashes as he waits for your response.
“you’ve got to be kidding. neige?? he’s like, practically a baby!” you sputter.
epel raises an eyebrow. “isn’t he the same age as you? or, no, was he older or younger? whatever, either way, you’re super close in age, y’know.”
“i didn’t mean age-wise. he goes to rsa, so obviously we’re going to be close in age. i’m talking about personality, and just the way he carries himself. he’s so cutesy and bubbly and stuff, and as lovely as it is, that’s just not the type of person i want to date.” you explain.
“fair. but that’s got me wondering, what is your type?” epel asks.
“mature dudes. more serious, responsible, smart ones, i suppose. no offense to neige. he’s just so cute, i can only see him as my little brother. so there’s no chance i’d fall for him.” vil’s hands fly up to his mouth to cover his grin.
hearing you say what you did at lunch yesterday was among one of the best things vil’s ever experienced. to know you haven’t fallen for neige’s charm like everyone else seems to have makes his heart swell. and his ego inflate.
he fits your tastes perfectly, does he not?
the pomefiore trio sat in vil’s room. “well, roi du poison? do you think you are the one trickster loves?”
vil scoffs at the question, throwing his hair over his shoulder. “obviously. i’m the only one who fits their interest.”
“but doesn’t leona exist? i mean—” epel slaps a hand over his mouth.
“him? tell me, do you think of sleeping all day, not attending classes, and slacking off on dorm duties as mature?”
“oh! oh! what about roi des roses?” rook asks, sitting up.
“.. i don’t appreciate the two of you thinking there could be someone as good as me. but riddle? i suppose he could be a possibility— if he didn’t so frequently have temper tantrums, that is.” he laughs. “but enough of these questions.”
“—just one more!” rook exclaims.
vil sighs. “what is it?”
“how do you plan on getting trickster to confess?”
“accentuating my maturity, of course. i would say i don’t have to put in any more effort than i already am, but it never hurts to shine a little extra.”
“may i assist you in earning thei—” 
“no.”
you and neige were sitting together, and vil decided he’d try and intervene somehow.
“ooh, it’s vil!” neige points towards him, and you give him a smile. “vil, hey! what brings you here?”
“you two seem to be enjoying yourselves, i simply wanted to know if i could join.” you nod, patting the empty space beside you.
“i’ve been meaning to catch up with you anyways, vi! how’ve you been?”
“busy, as always— having to do my job and leading pomefiore at the same time. it’s nothing i can’t handle though.” he looks at you out of the corner of his eye, searching for any kind of admiration on your face.
“wow,” neige marvels. “it’s incredible how well he can take care of things, isn’t it, prefect?”
you nod. “it’s really respectable!”
vil’s face reddens a bit, and he laughs. “so you’ve realized.”
new day, new problem. you just needed to buy some groceries, but you forgot to bring the most important thing when you go shopping.
it doesn’t take long for vil to realize you’ve forgotten your wallet. all it takes is one look at you digging in every pocket you have and your slightly panicked face. of course, he takes the opportunity to try impressing you.
“how clumsy of you to forget to bring essentials out with you, prefect.”
“i didn’t forget it, i swear i have it on me somewhe—” “no worries, i’ll pay for you.”
you look up at him. “is it really alright?” he nods as he hands the money to sam, who whistles. “look at you being quite the gentleman, little imp. appreciate the purchase!”
the bell at the top of the door jingled as you two exited the mystery store.
“thanks so much for paying, vil. i can’t help but feel embarrassed though, hehe.” you fumble around with the bags.
“it’s beyond me how forgetful you are sometimes,” he sighs. “though, i suppose you can just call me if you ever forget again. i’m always open to helping you.”
“you’re too generous.” you smile.
paying for your groceries wasn’t the last time vil acted like this towards you. far from it. he’s been stepping up and doing things for you, showing off how responsible he is, the list goes on.
during physical education, you and epel sit together in the field, taking a break from the harsh activities.
“i don’t know about you, but i think vil’s been acting kinda funny,” you confess before falling back on the prickly grass. “or maybe he isn’t and i’m imagining things.”
epel snorts. “no, he totally is. it’s cause..” you look expectantly at him. “nevermind. i don’t know why.” he’d rather not have vil after him for outing his plans. you just shrug it off.
“well anyways, i find it cute. scratch that, i find him cute. as in, attractive cute.”
“ew. keep it to yourself.”
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moonchvn · 6 months
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sorry for not posting—been busy lately, but then again, i was being delulu with this man
CHARACTER: MIGUEL O'HARA
use of 'you,' gender neutral, fluff, some suggestive themes i guess-, slight Spanish dialouge
dating MIGUEL O'HARA!
He's ecstatic to feel some type of happiness in his life again. He feels incredible to have someone by his side again. MIGUEL cherishes you.
★ He looks forward to the upcoming days when you'll walk into his office to greet him with a hug and kiss on the cheek. You surprise him even with how you stealthily wrap your arms around him.
"Buenos dias, Miguel. (Good morning, Miguel)"
"Hola, mi vida. (Hello, my life)"
★ He's much more hands-on with you. Softly caressing your hand, placing his on top of yours, relishing in the size difference. His mind is racing at the close proximity between the two of you. MIGUEL pulls you in close, teasing you.
"Hah, you're so tiny."
"That's because you're gigantic."
★ He'll even start styling your hair. He keeps a hairbrush around his workplace anyway (hello his luscious locks). Sometimes, it's simply comforting to him to brush your hair while you're talking about your plans for the day. He's on his knees when you return the favor, he's close to falling asleep with your warmth radiating off your body.
"Hmm..."
"Te dormistes (Did you fall asleep)? Miguel?"
★ After establishing the relationship, he's keeping an eye on you. Sure, he was always looking out for you, but now it's official. Everyone knows MIGUEL is your significant other.
"Que... (What...)"
It was weird for everyone to see MIGUEL showing any other expression other than mad and/or annoyed. It's truly a bewilderment to the other spiders. They didn't think he could even be happy. They're even wondering why MIGUEL?
"Are you sure you're dating Miguel?"
"Ya te deje que si, Miles (I already told you 'yes,' Miles). He's not that bad."
★ No, but y'all are super cute. When he comes from a mission, you're running up to him, and he unconsciously has his arms out for you. You embrace him before worrying about the visible injuries he carries. MIGUEL trying to seem tough, and it falls apart when you touch him.
"Te duele? (Does it hurt?) Let me see-"
"I'm fin- ow-!"
He's just wide-eyed, staring at you after he winces while your finger lingers on the deep purple bruise on his skin. You're rolling your eyes at him, dragging him into his office to get bandaged. MIGUEL's slumping in his chair while you tend to his wounds.
★ He finds himself being more focused when you're in his lap. So, guess what happens when it's just the two of you? Yep, he's placing you on his lap. He's caressing your hip, giving you small kisses on the cheek. Just don't start with your little antics that could possibly turn him on (TRY ME).
★ This man freaks out when someone walks in. He could be right behind you, his arms around you, head next to yours as you're reviewing the next mission. That is until the sounds of footsteps are heard and his warmth vanishes. You're looking around for him, and MIGUEL's at the other side of the room working on something else. The blush on his cheeks is so evident that you try hard not to burst out laughing.
"Have you seen Mayda- oh, did I interrupt something...?"
"Did he, Miguel?"
"What-? No. Keep an eye on your kid, Parker. She's right above you."
★ When the gang does catch you being all lovey-dovey, they lowkey cringing (bc of MIGUEL). He has you so close to him, looking down at you with the goofiest smile on his handsome face. He ignores them though, his attention is on you, duh.
★ It's been a while since MIGUEL has been in a legitimate relationship, so you have to initiate things. Your kisses start off innocently; on the cheek or on the knuckles of his fingers. Yet, if you really wanted to get his reaction, try the neck—he's so sensitive there!
★ Yet, MIGUEL is more on edge with you in the picture. He has to make sure you're doing alright. If you get a small scratch on you, the person who inflicted it is a goner.
★ Ah, but wait for the first kiss! It happens when you're in need of help on a mission. You had it under control until another villain popped in out of nowhere. MIGUEL comes out of a portal that he slashes open himself, and he's on a rampage. He spots you immediately, your suit standing out from the rest, and he's quick to get the villain away from you.
"Miguel-"
Right as his name is called, he's desperate to close the gap. You're fully secure in his arms as your body crashes against his. You can't even ask what he's doing because his lips find their way to yours! It's desperate and longing—he refuses to let you go. Even after you pull away, he's trailing after you. His words are whispers against your lips.
"Are you alright?"
You can't even think straight, simply nodding at his question before he's taking you back to HQ. Only then does he discuss what happens, his ears matching the color red. Reassure him with another kiss, please, because he will start rambling about who knows what.
★ Y'know, MIGUEL has his fangs, right? Well, sure, before he would run tests on them with you. Now? It's free territory. He'll mark you on the wrists when he's giving you a chaste kiss. The neck? He's been marking you since HOBIE had an eye on you. During intimate moments, he'll bite into the flesh of your waist and hips. Only for him to get pushed away when y'all hear footsteps!
★ MIGUEL is literally mush in your hands. He finds safety in your embrace. You could be nagging at him about his attitude with the others, and he's not even listening. He is so enamored with you. He doesn't even care if you walk away from him—he's going after you either way.
★ With his past experience, he's terrified to lose you. He'll whisper to himself how much he loves you—especially when you're asleep (in his bed).
★ He's got Lyla to tease him when he's alone. She'll be relishing in the way he squirms at the topic of you. Avoid saying your name and such. If you walk into their conversations, he has a hard time making eye contact with you.
"He talks about you a lot-"
"Shut up, Lyla."
"No, keep talking, Lyla!"
MIGUEL is quick to cover your ears from hearing Lyla's exaggerations.
"Te quiero, mi cariño...(I love you, my darling)"
★ MIGUEL O'HARA "knows" the consequences of the two of you being together, but he's willing to risk it all to be with you. You're his, and no one is going to change that.
is this long? idek—
also, my inbox is now open, so feel free to interact with me ♡
xoxo, 🌙
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jessicaloons · 2 months
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Chapter 33:
The rumours are terrible and cruel…
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Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
I kept staring at the phone in my hand, at the text. This was it? This was what he meant when he said he knew things about my family? A lie? A lie, that given how fast it spread and how much it was commented with nasty things, was believed by everyone. A fucking lie.
"Come on, Lizzie. Let’s go!" Charles dragged me with him, my legs complying only moderately.
"Where are we going?" I whispered, as he gently pushed me into the passenger seat of his Pista.
"Hotel." he answered, as he got in, starting the engine "If they won’t answer their phones, then we’ll go to them!" he added, steering us effortlessly through the buzzing streets of Monaco, busier than usual, given the fact that in only two days time the Grand Prix weekend started.
"Quick thinking." I let out, staring outside, watching how people excitedly pointed at Charles car, knowing who was inside.
Not even ten minutes later we walked inside the Fairmont Hotel, waiting for the elevator.
"Lizzie?" Charles whispered as soon as the doors closed and I looked up "It’s going to be okay, alright?"
"How? Once out in the media it stays there, no matter how much we deny it! The rumour stays out there. It’s already spreading like a fucking wildfire!" I leaned my head back against the cold steel of the elevator, closing my eyes, right before the doors already opened again and Charles led me outside.
"Hey! Come on in!" Mum opened the door, looking tired, as she ushered us inside. We hugged her and then walked further inside, following the voice of Dad.
Liam sat with the back to us on the sofa, headphones on. He didn’t seem to hear us coming in and for the moment it was better like this. Dad waved us hello, rolling his eyes to whatever was going on on the phone.
"Let us know as soon as you find something out! Thank you, Rita!" Dad hung up and Charles and I immediately hugged him "What a mess." he looked stressed out. Older than usual.
"Where’s Sissy?" Charles asked and looked around.
"She’s at Daniel’s place. They’re on their way here." Dad sighed, sitting down.
"It’s not just on gossip blogs and accounts anymore." I said and Mum nodded.
"No it’s not. Daily Mail, Telegraph, BBC, Sky, BILD, even the New York Times. Just to name a few."
"Is it confirmed? Did he really made a statement or is it just fake news from a gossip account?" Charles asked and I looked at Dad.
"Rita said the big news outlets wouldn’t use the information if it’s not verified to a certain level… so it’s true…"
"Fucking asshole." I mumbled, earning an angry look from Mum, but I just shrugged my shoulders "Does he know what’s going on?" I nodded towards Liam but my parents both shook their head.
"He knows something is up. From our reactions. But that’s it." Mum said and Charles nodded, walking towards Liam, sitting down next to him.
"Charlie!" he almost screamed and jumped into Charles’ arms "What are you doing here? I thought we see you tomorrow?"
"I wanted to surprise you!" Charles smiled and the little one beamed at him.
The door sprung open and Sissy walked inside, followed by Daniel who closed the door. Tearstained face, red nose and glassy eyes, Mum hugged her immediately, shushing her. I walked towards Charles and Liam on the sofa and tried to shield away what was happening behind me.
"Hey Bubba! What are you watching?" I asked him and his eyes got big.
"Hero elementary! It’s so cool! That are young kids with super powers!" he said excitedly and showed me his tablet "AJ is the coolest! That’s him!" he pointed at the boy on the right "He has the power of thought projection! That means he can project what he thinks about I nto real life objects! How cool is that?"
"That is an amazing super power! Does it work with everything? Like when he wants ice cream, can he think of ice cream and then it appears?" Charles asked and Liam thought for a moment.
"I think so, yes!" he clapped his hands together "Now I want ice cream!" he pouted a little and I chuckled.
"Hey Liam, what about you and I and maybe Charles, if he’s up for it, go down to the restaurant and see if they have some ice cream?" Daniel asked when he walked up to us and Liam jumped up.
"Yes! Oh and hi Danny Ric!" he smiled and hugged Daniel around the waist "Are you coming with us, Charlie?" he looked at Charles pleading.
"How can I say no to ice cream?" Charles got up as well and with a last kiss on my cheek and a squeeze of Sissy’s shoulder the three boys left.
"What does he want? Did he contact you in the last time?" Dad asked as soon as the door was closed but she only shook her head.
"It doesn’t make any sense! He didn’t contact you for years. He never paid anything. He never cared for Liam in the slightest. Why would he say something like this? Why now?" Mum asked .
"Because he’s an asshole. Always was, always will be!" Dad spat out sitting down on the sofa.
"I never even asked him of anything!" Sissy sat down next to Dad and leaned back "I don’t know why he would do that now! What was he thinking?"
"I think for now we can’t do much. Rita is already contacting the news outlets to find out what exactly happened. And then we’re thinking about the next step. That’s all we can do for now." Mum said and Sissy sighed.
"What about Liam?" I asked and they looked at me "We agree that we want to keep this as far away from him as possible? But if you’re not going to the paddock the next days, he knows something is up! But you can’t come to Audi or Ferrari, they all will expect you there, they will swarm you!"
"Daniel said we can watch it at RedBull. No one will expect us there, not many people know about us!" Sissy said and I nodded.
"That’s a good plan. Tomorrow you could go on a boat trip! I’ll talk to Charles. Maybe Lorenzo can take you out, Liam wouldn’t be suspicious…" I took out my phone, texting Charles.
"But Lizzie, you know that they most likely will swarm you… you’ll be bombarded with questions. It’s important that you stay calm." Mum looked at me pointedly.
"I’m always calm!" I winked and she frowned.
"I’m serious!"
"Me too! Don’t worry!" I rolled my eyes when the door opened and Liam walked in, a huge bowl of ice cream in his hands.
"It’s the biggest one they had!" he smiled at us and sat down on the floor in front of the coffee table.
"We had to go. There were some people who recognised us." Charles whispered and I sighed "Oh and Enzo will pick you up at 9." he looked at Dad.
"Thank you, Charles." he said.
"Daniel? I’m staying here, okay? Then I don’t have to come here tomorrow morning." Sissy said to Daniel who nodded.
"Sure. It’s better like that." he smiled at her "Call me tomorrow, okay? I’ll figure out how I get you into the paddock without drawing too much attention to you guys!" he kissed Sissy’s cheek and then turned to the rest of us "Good night guys! See you two tomorrow!" but I got up as well.
"Wait for us, we should go too." I hugged Dad and Mum, ruffled Liams hair who didn’t even react, engrossed by his ice cream.
"Don’t worry, okay? We’ll figure it out!" Charles said as he hugged Sissy and I nodded, doing the same.
"Good night!"
"Lizzie? Remember what I said!" Mum said and I groaned.
"Don’t worry Mum! I’ll be calm and collected! I promise."
Calm and collected, Lizzie, calm and collected! I said it inside my head like a freaking mantra when I sat in the press conference, answering question after question. Luckily no one had asked about the whole situation more than a little nod towards how my family is doing right now and how I handle it. I answered the questions as short as possible. Family is doing alright under the given circumstances. I focus on the weekend ahead. Easy. Done. But the moment I saw the Canal+ reporter I knew it was over.
"Candice Boucher, Canal +. Question for Lizzie! With everything that is happening right now, with your sister and your nephew. how do you keep something like this out of your head? It must affect your driving, having these thoughts in your mind?" she asked, a sugary sweet smile on her lips.
"When I get in the car I block everything out. It’s only the car, the track, my race engineer and-…" I began, forcing a smile.
"Are the rumours true?" she interrupted.
"No, it’s no-…" I bit my tongue as she interrupted me again, my patience wearing thin.
"So, you say the father who claims to not be the father is in fact the father of your nephew. He’s no byproduct of your sister’s wild mid twenties." and that crossed my line.
"What the fuck did you just say? My nephew is a kid. A sweet, innocent, little boy. He’s not a fucking byproduct of my sister having a normal fucking life like any mid twenty year old has. What the fuck is wrong with you?" I got up and threw my microphone on the sofa, leaving the stage. I had enough. One more word out of her rotten mouth and I would rip out her throat. Julie opened the door for us and I strutted outside, chest heaving.
"If she ever comes near me again… Candice Boucher? Much rather Candice BITCHer! Byproduct? BYPRODUCT? Who would call a kid like that? I want to rip her head off!" I ranted and Julie rubbed my back, trying to calm me down.
"I’m not trying to defend her, but she quoted just some gossip blogs who called your sister all sorts of names, that she was wild and partied a lot and maybe like this she got pregnant with the “byproduct”… disgusting!" Julie said and I scoffed.
"Maybe she didn’t come up with it, but she said it! She repeated it!" I was seething. Not just that the whole day fans, reporters, photographers, hell, the entirety of Monaco how it felt, had the urge to yell their questions my way, even if I was on the other side of the street or the paddock. I also had to sit through this press conference where all eyes were trained on me, like I was some weird attraction from a circus.
"What happened to calm and collected?" Charles was already waiting for me at the Audi hospitality.
"There’s just so much I can take." I rolled my eyes and he hugged me.
"Take a deep breath, you’re shaking." he whispered "I know it’s hard. But you have to stop listening, okay? Ignore them."
"How? Did you hear what she said? How she called Liam? How the whole fucking internet calls my sister a slut? A woman in her mid twenties who, god forbid, enjoyed her life? They portray her like she was a party girl! And we know she wasn’t like that! And all the horrible words they used for Liam?" I felt sick to my stomach, thinking about what I’ve read online, knowing that it was all nothing but lies.
"I know, cara mia! But we can’t change it for now. We protect Liam as much as possible from this whole mess, Rita is taking care of the news outlets. And I already told you yesterday that I have no problem in having a little chat with fucking Sven." Charles held me close, his chin rested atop of my head.
"I just want this weekend to be over." I mumbled.
"Believe me, me too." Charles sighed "But hey, on the bright side? It can’t get any worse now."
Famous last words.
I watched how the crane lifted my car up in the air and shook my head. Last lap of free practice 2 and I bottled it. Awesome. I climbed over the wall and made my way back to the pits. Helmet on. Ignoring everything. Despite trying everything to go into the car with a clear head, it didn’t work. I couldn’t get past the things people said about Sissy and Liam. How they asked me question after question. The fact that this was Diaz' doing, although I had no idea how he got ahold of Sven, let alone how he made him say these things. He was never in the public. Was never mentioned. The fine from the FIA for walking out the press conference and for excessive use of language, was just the tip of the iceberg. I walked into the garage, apologising to my team, before I locked myself in the bathroom, taking my helmet off. Out of all places this whole mess had to happen in Monaco. The race track where even the tinniest mistake could cost you your whole weekend. I splashed my face with cold water and closed my eyes. I took a deep breath before I unlocked to door and walked outside, game face on. Or at least I tried it. My car was brought in and I inspected the damage.
"It’s not that bad! We can fix it, don’t worry!" Matt patted my back and I sighed.
"I’m sorry guys! Honestly!" I looked at him but he just shook his head.
"It’s okay, really! Tomorrow the car is like brand new and you can go get 'em."
"I know that you can do your part… not so sure about mine though." I shrugged and walked away.
I just wanted to go back home. Shower. Wash the day away and then cuddle up in bed next to Charles. And wake up on Monday, when this whole mess of a weekend was over. Later on I sent Charles a text, asking him when he wanted to leave and sat on a little wall, bordering a flower pit. I had a weird feeling, the hairs in the back of my neck standing up. I straightened my back, looking around, but the alleyway was empty. Only me and the security at the other end. When Charles answered, telling me he would be out in 5 minutes, I flinched at the notification echoing from the walls. Finally we could leave.
Charles POV:
I waved to some fans, screaming after Lizzie and me, while we were driving on our bikes down to the paddock. Something felt different though. People were waving and screaming, but they also almost immediate began to whisper with each other, looking our way.
"You’re okay?" Lizzie asked when we arrived and someone came to take our bikes in.
"I don’t know, something feels off." I shrugged and she took my hand.
"Yeah…" she whispered as we arrived in the paddock.
My bad feeling only intensified, something definitely felt really off compared to the past two days. Whereas they yelled their questions at Lizzie the last two days, they wanted to know if it’s true from me today and from Lizzie how she felt about it. Why the sudden change? I had no idea why I was in the focus like this now, but by the look of Mia, Fred and Sylvia when I walked inside the Ferrari hospitality,I knew it had to be something bad. I swallowed hard.
"Do I even want to know?" probably not.
"Have you checked social media? The news? Anything at all today?" Mia asked and I shook my head, taking my phone out.
"What am I looking for?" when neither of them answered I unlocked my phone and opened Instagram. Nothing unusual "So?"
"Search for your name in the hashtags." Mia said quietly and I cocked an eyebrow.
"My name?" I typed it in and a bunch of pictures with Liam and I popped up, I clicked on the first one, my eyes widening in an instant. I clicked the next picture, scrolled through the posts. All the same "But that’s not… no. That’s not true!" I mumble when I opened up a link.
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I didn’t know who did it, but I got pushed into the nearest chair, an open bottle of water shoved in my hand. I couldn’t breathe. I began to tremble. My insides boiling. Flaming hot rage cursing through my veins.
"Charles?" Fred put his hand on my shoulder nodding to the left and I followed his look. Lizzie. Pale. Shaking. Big, glassy eyes. Devastated look on her face. She didn’t believe the article?
"Cara mia, I swear it’s not true! You know that! Please believe me!" I scrambled up, towards her, a look of confusion now on her face.
"What?" she asked and I grabbed her hand, cupping her cheek.
"It’s not true! I did never… there was never… Liam, he’s not-…" I began but Lizzie burst out laughing.
"Wait? Do you actually think that I would believe that bullshit? Are you crazy?" she wiped a stray tear from my cheek and I pulled her in.
"I don’t know, the look on your face! You scared me!" I whispered, she only shook her head.
"I just wanted to check in on you… and then I saw you sitting there and thought the worst!" Lizzie kissed my cheek and then pulled away "It’s everywhere, Charles. Instagram, Twitter, Facebook. Various news outlets. TV, radio. Everywhere!"
"I know. To think the first article about Sissy and Liam spread fast…" I chuckled bitterly.
"They thought it might be best if they stay away from here today, but Liam threw a little tantrum… he wants to come and doesn’t understand why not." Lizzie sighed and I lead her away in a quiet corner, where we sat down.
"Maybe we should tell him what’s going on?" I suggested.
"How? Well, Liam, your father who never gave a single fuck about you, claims now publicly that he’s in fact not your father and threatens to sue your mother for fraud, because he claims he paid child support for a child that isn’t his. You see Liam, he never paid anything for you, because as you know he never cared for you. Now he also declared that your father is in fact none other than Charles."
"You’re right. Maybe we shouldn’t…"
"I don’t know what we should do. Rita is trying to figure out where the original story came from. But even if she’ll finds out. I don’t know how that will solve anything? And honestly? We shouldn’t even think about this whole mess." Lizzie sounded frustrated.
"I know, it’s just, how can we not? It’s our family! It’s about Sissy! It’s about Liam! I don’t care what they say about me, I’m used to it… but them? It’s just… fuck!" I let out. We sat in silent for a while when Lizzie grabbed my hand, made me look at her.
"Okay, listen. We can’t let it go to our head, okay? We have to focus! Clear out our head! This can’t affect us!" she pressed her forehead against mine "It’s a lot. I know. But yesterday I bottled it because my mind slipped for one second… we can’t afford that, okay? Not here."
"Okay!" I tilted my head up and kissed her forehead "We got this."
"That’s the spirit." she smiled at me and then got up "I’ll probably stay inside the garage in between practice and quali. There are too many people out there chasing me. You should consider the same!" she kissed my cheek, waved at Mia and Fred and left.
"Come on, let’s get to the garage." Fred said and I nodded, following him outside, a crowd already forming, bombarding me with questions, but like Lizzie said, I tried to ignore it. I really tried.
"Where’s Laurent? Xavi? We need to go to the stewards…" I was beyond mad. Andrea only sighed, nodding his head to the back of the garage "Can we go?" I asked when I saw Laurent talking to Mattia and as he turned around I also saw Fred, who looked at me.
"Are you okay?" he asked and I just nodded.
"I’m okay. I just want this all to get over with as fast as possible and then I want to go home." I said and looked at Laurent "So? Can we?"
"Let’s get Xavi and we can go." he said.
"Okay." I wanted to follow him when Fred held my arm.
"As soon as you’re back from the stewards, we’ll have a short strategy meeting. And right when we’re done with you, you go home! No, stop, Charles, I’m serious! You go home! Now go, they’re waiting!" he said and I sighed in defeat, following Laurent, who got ahold of Xavi. The way from the garage to the stewards felt like a marathon. Everyone staring at me. Pointing at me. Whispering behind my back. I walked faster and when we finally arrived at the Stewards, my mood turned only worse. I was given a 3 place grid penalty for impeding Lando. It wasn’t even my fault. But of course as the driver I would face the consequences. When we could leave again, I only nodded at Lando and left as fast as I could. I just wanted to go. Away from here. Home. With Lizzie by my side. But I knew she would come back home late, after she had to stop her car before setting a time in Q2, meaning she would start from P15 tomorrow. She had a lot to talk about with her team.
What a fucking weekend so far. For the first time ever I wasn’t excited for my home race. For the first time ever I wished I didn’t have to race at all.
For the most part of the Interviews I didn’t listen. Only giving short replies, not even sure if my answers matched the questions. I had enough. The rumours about Sissy and Liam. Liam and me. How people didn’t stop swarming me, Lizzie, our family. Liams terrified face this morning when he just wanted to hug me and a huge crowd began screaming his name. The fucked up quali yesterday. The fucked up race. It was all too much.
"We could hear your agony on the team radio, do you feel like you were let down by your team today?" that question pulled me out of my trance and I shook my head slightly.
"Let down aren’t the words I would use. Sometimes mistakes can happen, but yesterday and today, it’s been overall too many mistakes. The wrong tyres, the undercut, the double stack behind Carlos that cost me a lot of time. We can’t afford these kind of mistakes. It’s hard. As it’s been here the other years, apart from last year, but I’m getting used to go back home disappointed."
"Thank you Charles. And hey? Keep your head up!" Nathalie said and I nodded, walking out of the media pen with Mia.
"I just want to go home." I sighed.
"Understandable." she patted my arm and we walked back to our hospitality, where Sylvia talked to a woman, standing with her back to me "Oh shit! I forgot to tell you!"
"Tell me what?" I looked at her, right when the woman turned around.
"Hi Charles." Camille. Of course. Because that’s what I needed this weekend.
"No. Absolutely not." I spat out and walked inside, not sparing her one glance. As soon as I was inside and she was out of sight I turned to Mia "What the fuck? Why is she here?"
"Her boyfriend…" she answered and I groaned "Ignore her, okay? Just wait here. She won’t be here forever." she patted my arm as she walked away.
But she didn’t knew Camille the way I did. I leaned back in the armchair when the door opened and I just knew what was about to come. I pushed myself up and turned around, Camille grinning at me.
"Listen, whatever it is, save it. I don’t have time for this Camille." I groaned, ready to leave her behind, finding somewhere else to hide from her and the rest of the world.
"I can imagine you have a lot of things to take care of. For one, your son…" she sneered and I scoffed, glaring at her "Oh relax, I know that you’re not the father, Charles. But they? Well they don’t care what’s the truth and what not. They just had to drop a little rumour here and there and your little Bubba made a nice headline: Secret Child with the sister of his girlfriend! That was an article everyone loved to read!" Camille laughed, the sound of nails scraping down a blackboard was more pleasant to the ears.
"Whatever. He’s not my son. They can prove shit." I was losing my patience here.
"Charles, they don’t have to prove anything? It’s already everywhere? Proof or not, false result or not, that doesn’t matter. But you know, I was asked if I knew about it…" a big fake smile on her lips, her eyes focused on something behind my back for a moment before she looked at me again.
"And what did you say?" I asked, although I knew that it couldn’t be something good.
"Oh, don’t worry! I only said the truth, that Liam isn’t your kid!" she said and I cocked an eyebrow "I told them that your glad, that he’s not yours, that you didn’t want him as a kid. That he’s a handful and most of the time your so annoyed of him that you’re happy when he’s gone. You only put up with him because you have to." her face changed into a malicious grin and I was fuming.
I balled my fists, trying to calm myself down, before I jumped her throat, that’s when I heard the faint whimper behind me and spun around, Liam staring up at me, tears streaming down his face. Before I could say something he ran away.
"Fuck! Liam!" I screamed but he was gone.
Without sparing one last glance at Camille I ran after him.
I searched frantically for him when I saw how Daniel held him in his arms while Sissy rubbed his back. I stormed into the RedBull hospitality, straight to the trio, not caring for the security guy who tried to held me back.
"Hey! It’s okay, he can be in here!" Daniel said when he looked at me struggling with the security guy, who only nodded and then left.
"Liam, what happened?" Sissy asked him but he only shook his head "Come on, sweetheart!"
"I guess he found his way back alone, can you text Lizzie?"
"Text Lizzie?" I was confused, seeing Liam like this made my heart clench.
"Yeah? We texted you guys, that this little rascal here ran away… not the first time as we both know…" Daniel winked at me when Liam turned his head a little, as soon as he saw me he cried out loud and buried his face in the crook of Daniel’s neck.
"Liam? What’s going on?" Sissy asked and I swallowed hard.
"Hey! Little man!" Daniel said and sat down, trying to sit Liam up, prying him away from his chest, to look at him. Liam’s head hung low, not looking up.
"Bubba? Can you please look at me? Please listen to me!" I began but he shook his head, Daniel and Sissy both looked confused at me "Liam, please believe me! Nothing of what she said was the truth! She just said these things because she knows how much I love you and that it would hurt me, when I realise that you heard her! But it’s not true!" I kneeled down in front of him but he didn’t look at me, he buried his face again in Daniel’s t-shirt, shaking violently "Liam? Please look at me? You know how much I love you! You know that it’s not the truth what she said! Please, Bubba! You know me! I’m your Charlie bear!"
"You’re a liar! You lie, lie, lie all the time! You never loved me! You’re like my Dad! You never wanted me! You never cared for me! I don’t want to see you ever again!" he whimpered and I felt like I got hit by a freight train. I couldn’t breathe. My heart shattered into a million tiny pieces as he turned a little and looked at me, tear stained face "I hate you!" and that was my final straw.
"Liam!" Sissy gasped but I shook my head, he had every right to feel this way.
"It’s okay. Don’t reprimand him, or anything… it’s okay." I almost didn’t recognise my own voice.
"Charles…" Daniel began but I just got up and shook my head.
"Take care of him, okay? Just don’t punish him for running away…" I turned around and left. I needed to be away from here. Away from everything. I almost bumped into Lizzie on my way out but I didn’t care, I just walked off, almost running.
"Charles? Hey? Charles?" I heard her shout after me, but I didn’t stop. I made it barely into our garage where Andrea looked at me with big eyes.
"Charles? Hey? What’s going on?" he asked but I shook my head, darting towards the rubbish bin, throwing up "Oh shit! Here!" he handed me a towel and then walked away just to return with a bottle of water.
"Thanks." I wiped my mouth and tried to unscrew the bottle, but my hands were shaking, Andrea took the bottle wordlessly from my hands, unscrewed it and handed it back over. I rinsed and then drank the whole bottle. The bittersweet taste in my mouth still present.
"Talk to me. I know it’s a lot going on this weekend!" Andrea whispered but I shook my head "You’re leaving. Now. Come on. I talk to Fred and Mattia."
"I’m fine." I said, still feeling nauseous, head pounding. Liam’s words on repeat in my head. The hurt in his eyes. His broken whimpers.
After Andrea told me, that Charles was already gone, I only grabbed my stuff and left. Mum, Dad, Sissy and Liam were long gone, with Liam being silent, not saying a single word about what has happened with Charles. I got on my bike and drove to his flat and again felt like someone was watching me. I pushed myself harder to get home as fast as possible and when I finally walked inside, it was quiet. Too quiet. Charles sat on the sofa, head in his hands.
"Charles?" I asked quietly and approached him, his face still hidden from me "What happened?" as I sat down on the coffee table in front of him I saw tears streaming down his face. He looked up, his eyes full of pain and guilt.
"He doesn’t believe me, he thinks what Camille said was true, he doesn’t understand that Camille only said it to hurt him…" he cried, his voice hoarse "He said everything I ever said to him was a lie. That he never wants to see me again…"
"Camille? What happened, Charles? Talk to me, please!" I cupped his cheeks "Liam didn’t say anything the whole day…"
"Camille was there, she said that some reporters asked her her opinion. She weirdly said that she told them that I’m not Liam’s father… I was confused? This would’ve been the perfect opportunity for her to rub salt in the wound but she didn’t? Then she began to say that she told the reporters that I was glad that he wasn’t my son, that I was mostly annoyed by him and only put up with him because I had to. That I always was happy when he left again… she said that all because Liam was behind me! He heard it all, Lizzie! He didn’t want to believe me when I told him that it’s not the truth! Lizzie he said he hates me!" he broke down and I sat down next to him, pulling him into me.
"Oh Charles! He needs a little time. He’s hurt. We will explain to him that she said all of these things just to hurt you both! He loves you! And you know it!" I whispered, stroking his back, scratching his scalp.
"You didn’t see the look in his eyes, Lizzie…" his voice muffled.
"It’s going to be okay." I kissed his forehead and he snuggled deeper into me "We’ll talk to him."
We sat in silence, both lost in our thoughts, Charles breathing returned back to normal slowly, he loosened his tight grip on me a little, but stayed close by my side, not moving. I felt the exhaustion taking over slowly, let my guard down. The weekend had taken its toll on me. Seeing Liam, Sissy and Charles, knowing that all the pain they’re going through was because of me, made me sick to my stomach. They shouldn’t get punished for things I did, or rather not did. But this was what Diaz said from the beginning. He did warn me. I just didn’t listen. And now they had to pay the price for my mistakes. I felt tears prickling in my eyes and carefully wiped them away, not knowing if Charles was asleep or still awake.
"I just want to forget this weekend." Charles whispered and I held my breath but he didn’t say anything else, he just yawned a little, right before he fell asleep.
"Me too, mon cœur, me too."
There wasn’t a day without new wild theories and rumours spreading across social media. Charles thought about putting out an official statement, that although he loved Liam from the bottom of his heart, he’s not his son. The rumours were not true. But his media team advised him to not to do it. Which he didn’t like but ultimately accepted. The race weekend itself was even worse. Nothing worked. Not for me. Not for Charles. And when I came back to the hotel Saturday night Charles sat on the sofa, staring at the black screen of the TV.
"Charles?" I asked him and he didn’t even flinch.
"P19! P FUCKING 19! There was nothing working in this car! NOTHING! They want me to drive at the top? Be one of the best? I can’t do that when they provide me with a car like that! What do they expect me to do? It’s so fucking imbalanced that even though it’s made to be understeery it oversteers in some part of the corner like crazy! And the set-up? I don’t even have words for it. It’s a shame. A fucking shame."
I saw how tense he was and slipped behind him on the sofa, beginning to massage his shoulders, neck and back. After a while I felt the tension loosen up the longer I kneaded and stroked along his back.
"I’m sorry that I just let it all out at you, cara mia." he mumbled, suppressing a slight moan when I kneaded another knot out of his tense back "This weekend is fucked just like last week. This stupid car is doing what it wants. I can’t even get the car from turn one into turn two without having crazy oversteer in one corner to crazy understeer in the next. Can this season be over? We’re not winning anyways with this car." he mumbled "But you know what sucks even more? What’s up with your car? First Monaco? Then today? What is going on? At least one of us should fight for podiums!"
"Monaco was my fault. Because of the crash on Friday there was some undetected damage. I’m not blaming my team in any way. Today… I don’t know. We’re having real issues with the set-up of the car… we’ll see how the race goes." I sighed.
"Yeah… maybe tomorrow will be a better day for the both of us."
"Exactly… if anyone can do it, then it’s us."
"When’s our flight?" Charles looked outside.
"9:30 in the morning." I answered and he nodded, playing with one of his bracelets as he got in the passenger seat.
"Why can’t we just leave now? I don’t want to stay here any longer…"
"I know. I’m sorry… you did your best but it just wasn’t enough, not with this car…" I looked at him and he shook his head.
"P11. Not even a single point. I don’t even know why I’m doing this anymore…" he mumbled and I slapped his thigh.
"Hey! Stop saying that! It’s not you, it’s the car. You push harder than anyone else. Work harder than anyone else! If it’s not working out right now, it’s not because of you, you hear me?" I said sternly and he sighed, looking outside again.
"I’m sorry about your race." Charles said after a while and I huffed.
"Yeah well, it’s like this." I said but then groaned "You seriously have to stop saying that! Because of you I’ll keep saying it as well!"
"I’m sorry, it’s just so natural at this point." he chuckled and I rolled my eyes, stoping at the traffic light, looking outside. As the light turned green, the billboard to my left changed and when I saw the ad I gasped. How could I be so stupid. He sent me the clue himself months ago. This was how we could get him.
"Lizzie! It’s green! You’re causing a traffic jam!" Charles voice rang through the brain fog and I accelerated abruptly, going full throttle "Jeez! Lizzie!"
"Sorry, sorry!" I said as we drove away, our hotel ahead.
"What was that?" he looked at me but I only shook my head.
"There was a cute dress on the billboard, sorry!" I lied quickly, while my brain was doing somersaults thinking of where I had put it.
"You nearly killed us for a cute dress? Glad you have your priorities straight." Charles chuckled.
"Don’t be such a drama queen." I let out, right when my brain registered where it was. Yes. We made progress.
It was a cold and rainy morning, when we got outside the jet, a black SUV already waiting for us.
"Seems like the weather adapts to our mood." Charles sat down next to me and I laughed.
"Oh no, that’s just the German weather as you know." I answered and sighed. My palms sweaty. How would I explain why I knew what I knew. Maybe not explain it at all? Say that I’ll explain it later? Right now we have to act fast. That was important.
"Cara mia? We’re here!" Charles squeezed my thigh and I nodded, taking one last breath as I got out of the car.
I opened the door and we walked in. You would’ve found more cheer in a graveyard. The house was shrouded in silence.
"Someone home?" I asked and I could hear a chair scrape over the floor. We walked into the living room, finding Dad, Sissy and Rita sitting together, Mum walked towards us. She hugged Charles first and then me.
"Are you guys hungry?" she asked quietly and we shook our heads.
"Did you find out anything? What are we doing now?" they almost flinched at the sound of my voice "Come on! You must‘ve come up with at least one idea by now?"
"This is nothing I‘ve ever dealt with before! I’m a lawyer, a manager. But that’s it." Rita said and I nodded.
"Okay. First things first, we need a statement from the lab that the results they gave away were fake…" I began.
"And how do you want to do that? We need to find out what lab the results came from first? How should we do that without any clue? I mean getting a statement out of them would be easy, that’s not the problem here. The problem is to find that lab. To find the person who was involved." Rita said and I swallowed hard. This was it. Now or never.
"Geneticca Laboratorio de Pruebas de Paternidad in Madrid." I said, pulling out the business card from my bag, putting it on the table. They all looked at me. The tension was palpable.
"Where… how did- did you hire a private investigator?" Dad asked and I shook my head.
"I- I wasn’t honest with you. All of you. And I swear I will explain everything! But not now. Now we need to take care of this. I’m almost 100 percent sure that this is the lab where the paternity test was made and faked. We need to do a paternity test ourselves. With Liams, Charles’ and Svens DNA. To proof that he is Liams father and not Charles. When we have the right result and the proof that the one that is out in the media was faked, this whole thing will be over, it doesn’t matter what Sven will say then in the media. No one would believe him!" I said and no one said anything for a while. I began to fiddle with my cuticles but Charles laid his hand on mine to stop me, I looked at him and he smiled a little.
"Sven will never agree to give us a DNA sample. He knows that this would be the end of his storytelling." Sissy said and Dad nodded.
"But if we have proof that the paternity test was faked, we can take legal actions against him, forcing him to provide a DNA sample. He can’t decline a court order!" Rita stated.
"But how do we find out who faked the paternity test in that lab? Or if it’s the right lab in the first place?" Charles asked.
"I don’t know, maybe tell them that we have proof that show that the results they were given out were fake! Or follow the money? Maybe someone got paid to fake the result?" I said and Dad chuckled.
"You watch too many of these crime shows." he said and I shrugged.
"Yeah, but that’s why I know that this will work out. But we have to act now."
"Alright. Let me make a few calls. I might know a guy who knows someone." Dad got up and Sissy looked after him.
"That didn’t sound ominous at all." she said.
"Alright, until we have the name of the person who faked the test, I will prepare all the necessary paper work, for the court here but also for taking legal actions at the court in Madrid, finally my 2 semesters in Valencia are good for something." Rita got up and said her goodbyes, I brought her to the door where she looked at me intently "I will only ask you this once, and I want you to be honest with me Lizzie, do you know who’s behind this all?" I didn’t need to say anything she just nodded "Whoever it is, what leverage does he have against you?"
"This. This whole mess was his leverage at first. He wanted me to do something really bad, something I couldn’t do. Because I said no, he leaked this now. This whole mess is my fault Rita. And I’m so fucking deep down in this whole shit, I don’t know how to get out of it…" it felt good telling it someone.
"Who else knows about it?"
"No one."
"Good. Keep it that way. For now. One problem at a time." she hugged me shortly and then left.
I leaned against the door, head pounding like crazy.
"Lizzie?" Liam looked up at me and I bent down.
"Hey Bubba." I hugged him.
"Is Charles here as well?" he whispered and I nodded, feeling how he tensed up a little.
"Do you want to talk to him?" I asked and Liam nodded, but then shook his head.
"I’m scared…"
"You don’t have to be. Come here." we sat down on the stairs and he snuggled up to my side "Why are you scared?"
"Because of what I said to him…"
"Did Mummy explain you that what Camille said was just to hurt you and Charles?"
"Yes. Mummy said that she knew that it would hurt Charles to think that I would believe her…"
"Yeah, she’s not a nice person."
"Did I hurt Charlie, like a lot?"
"No, Bubba, it wasn’t you who hurt him, it was Camille, Charles knows that."
"But I said horrible things to him… what if he hates me now?" Liam sniffled.
"Never, you hear me? I could never hate you, no matter what!" Charles said and we looked up to our side, Liam got up and as soon as Charles opened up his arms, he jumped right into him, hugging him tight.
"I’m so sorry, Charlie. I don’t hate you. Really! I’m so, so sorry!" Liam cried but Charles just shushed him.
"It’s okay, it’s okay! Don’t apologise, Bubba! Nothing of this is your fault, you hear me? It’s all gonna be okay! I could never ever hate you, never! You were hurt. But it’s okay! It wasn’t your fault!" Charles soothed him and I blinked away the tears "Whatever happens, I will always love you, okay? No matter what!"
It wasn’t Liams fault. It wasn’t Charles’ fault either. It was mine. Mine alone. Would I just do, from the very first time Diaz threatened me in Silverstone, what he said, nothing of this would’ve happened. Or would I just told someone what has happened, what he did, how he threatened me. I felt the bile rise up my throat and jumped off the stairs, straight for the rubbish bin, and let it out. Charles looked at me worried but I only shook my head.
"It’s probably just the whole stress and everything." I walked into the kitchen, pouring a glass of water, rinsing my mouth.
"Lizzie?" I flinched a little, almost dropping the glass "Just me." Dad patted my arm and I sighed "Where do you have this business card from?"
"Dad, I ca-…" I began but he held up his hand.
"I just want to know one thing: do you know who’s behind all this? Is it really Sven? He never seemed like someone who would be able to do something like that…"
"He’s involved. Somehow at least, I think, but Dad, just let this… let us get past this crisis, then we’ll handle the next, okay?" I squeezed his arm and left him. Rita was right. One problem at a time.
After our movie night, Liam fell asleep all cuddled up in Charles arms, who also fell asleep halfway through the movie. When I woke up the next morning, they both were still laying entangled with each other next to me, snoring softly. I checked the time and groaned.
"Bubba? Come on! You’ve got nursery school!" I gently woke him up and he mumbled something incoherent, turning his back to me, snuggling into Charles chest "Na-uh, Mister. Come on. Up you go!" I gently pulled him up and he whined, clinging to Charles.
"Nooo! I don’t want to! I’m staying here with Charlie!" he whispered and Charles stirred a little.
"What time is it?" Charles mumbled, pulling Liam back in.
"Oh hell no, stop that! It’s 7! Liam, you have to get up now!"
"Lizzie’s right, Bubba, come on. We have to get up! I have to leave anyway in a while. Let’s get up and I take you to nursery school?" Charles cooed at him and he sat up immediately.
"Okay! Let’s go!" Liam jumped up in an instant, waiting for us to move.
"You first need to get ready, off you go, Mum’s already waiting for you!" I said when I read the text of my sister.
Liam climbed out of the bed and left, making sure the whole house heard him running down the stairs. I sat up and looked at Charles, still sleepy and all cozied up next to me.
"You need to get up as well if you want to drive him…"
"I know. But getting up means I’m getting ready. And getting ready means I’m leaving for Maranello and I honestly don’t want to go." he huffed but got up anyways "At least I’m leaving, knowing that with Liam everything is alright again."
"Yeah… and now Rita and Pop’s acquaintance taken care of the whole shit show that’s going on… maybe it’s getting better again for us." I sighed and Charles leaned down, kissing my forehead.
"I hope so too. The last two weeks made me age at least 5 years… I need rest. We need rest…" he said and I nodded.
"Sounds good to me." I laughed and got up as well "But for now, no rest for the wicked."
"Nope… unfortunately not." he answered and left for the bathroom.
20 minutes later Charles said goodbye to all of us and left with Liam.
"When will you go to Neuburg?" Mum asked when I sat down at the table, snatching an apple from the fruit bowl.
"Tomorrow morning. We have to get over some data for Montreal." I yawned, eating my apple.
"I know that right now it all looks pretty bad, Lizzie. But you know one thing’s for sure? The truth will come out one way or another. Always." she kissed the crown of my head and left.
That was what I was afraid of.
"I’m just getting up." I said, looking for my keys "I honestly have a good feeling about Montreal… the sim data looked good, the upgrade even better… I’m confident!"
"That’s good! Really!" Charles said and I heard him accelerate.
"Sounds like someone is exceeding the speed limits." I teased, unlocking the door and getting inside.
"I just want to come home to you faster, can you blame me?" he chuckled.
"Nope. Not really. When will you be here?" I rolled my suitcase into his bedroom.
"Two or three hours?"
"Alright, I’m too lazy to cook and the fridge is probably empty anyway, so take out it is."
"Sounds good to me. See you later, cara mia."
"Drive safe, please!"
"Promise!" he hung up and I opened my suitcase, the folder from Diaz right on top.
Just looking at it made me shudder, so I pushed it further down, covered it with socks and hoodies. I walked back into the living room and turned on the TV, needing a distraction. After an hour or two of zapping through the channels, watching a snippet of of a cooking show here and a home renovation show there I switched off the TV and grabbed some fresh clothes, ready to take a shower before Charles would come home. Turning on some music, I stepped under the shower and after a while I started singing along. Shake it off. How very fitting. What wouldn’t I give to just shake it all off.
Charles POV:
When I entered the flat I heard Lizzie singing under the shower and smiled. I walked into our bedroom and saw her open suitcase on the floor and the idea I had in the car came back to my mind. The last weeks were just too much. We needed to get away. Just a little time for ourselves. Away from everything. Maybe after Silverstone. A couple of days in New York. Somewhere where people wouldn’t recognise us. I rummaged through her suitcase, looking for her passport, when I found a folder under her socks, the first page visible through the see through material made my stomach drop. Receipts of betting slips for Monaco, Barcelona, Montreal, Spielberg and Silverstone. I opened the folder, reading through the pages. My eyes landed on Monaco, no winner was to be established but a crash between her and myself was targeted. I didn’t hear Lizzie coming in until she stood behind me.
"Charles?" she asked and I flinched, getting up with the folder in my hand.
"What is this stuff?" I said, my voice shaky.
"What stu-…" she abruptly stopped when I turned around holding up the folder "Charles…"
"Why do you have this documents? What are you doing with this stuff?" I looked at her, she was pale in an instant, breathing ragged, eyes widened in shock "Lizzie. Why do you have this?" I asked again, but she didn’t answer. She just stared at me with big eyes, like a deer caught in headlight "Lizzie! For fucks sake! Explain this to me!"
"Why did you go through my stuff in the first place?" she sounded exhausted, almost scared "What were you looking for? What did you hope to find?"
"I needed your passport because I wanted to book us a little surprise getaway! Sorry that me trying to be a good boyfriend interfered with you… fuck I don’t even know what you were doing with these? Sabotaging races and bet on them?" I was shocked. Confused.
"But I-I didn’t…" she began but then she fell silent. Her whole demeanour changed.
"You didn’t? Well the receipts and analyses say something different! There’s your name on every single betting slip! On all the receipts! That little note also clearly states what you wanted do in Monaco. Unfortunately my team messed up before you could execute your plan! But why would you do that in the first place?" I tried to stay as calm as possible, but her indifference made my blood boil "What do you want me to do now? Just act like I don’t know about it? Ignore it? Lizzie, if the FIA finds out about this? If they find out that I knew and didn’t report it? Did you think for just one second about the consequences?" I was beyond mad, my heart was racing. This all didn’t make sense. Betting on races?
"No, I didn’t think about the consequences, I didn’t think I get caught." she admitted, her voice sounding totally unlike her.
"That’s not you, Lizzie…you would never do something like that… because if that’s who you are now… then I don’t know you anymore!" I couldn’t believe my ears.
"What do you want me to say? I had to do it." no remorse in her voice.
"You had to do it?" I spat out and she just looked at me with cold eyes.
"Yes, I had to… but you caught me now… so yeah..." she sounded emotionless, almost cold.
"Why would you do that?" I asked, seething.
"I had no other choice. Don’t ask me why." she looked down, her voice cracking a little.
"Lizzie I can’t just accept it like this and ignore it? Tell me what’s going on?" I almost pleaded but she just shrugged "You seriously want me to accept it? Just like that? No questions asked?"
"You do what you have to do now." again this emotionless voice.
"I’m leaving." I couldn’t stand looking at her.
"Okay." she got up.
"You won’t even stop me?" I hoped for a reaction. Anything. But I got only one last look before she turned away "I’ll stay at Arthur’s."
I left the flat. In the car I took a deep breath before I started the engine. What the fuck just happened?
I sat on Arthur’s balcony, looking over Monaco. I couldn’t understand why Lizzie would do something like that. I went over our fight again and again. It didn’t make any sense. Seven races in and we both were certainly not fighting for the championship this year. But why would she plan to deliberately crash out in a race? Why would she deliberately take me out as well? It didn’t make sense. The documents were clearly showing what was happening, but I couldn’t believe it. Lizzie would never do something like that. That wasn’t like her. But why didn’t she deny it. Why didn’t she explain why she had these documents. And why her name was on every single receipt and betting slip. Why did she say nothing at all? My head was pounding, trying to make sense of it all. But I couldn’t. It wasn’t making any sense. I groaned in frustration, raking my brain.
"Hey." Arthur stepped out, handing me a coffee and sat down next to me "Thought you could need one, you didn’t sleep last night as it seems…"
"Thanks." I took a sip and put the mug down "Yeah no, not really…"
"You still don’t wanna tell me what happened?"
"I-I can’t tell you…" I sighed, rubbing my temples.
"Oh come on, I’m your brother, you’re favourite one even, you can tell me!"
"Nice try." I chuckled but then looked at him "I can’t tell you, because I don’t know what happened? Lizzie… she’s… something is going on and she’s not telling me…"
"You mean with that whole Liam and Sissy and you thing?" Arthur cocked an eyebrow.
"No. Whatever is going on, it’s going on for longer, I think… I don’t know. For months I had this feeling that there is something, that she’s not telling me? Like I had this bad feeling sometimes, I can’t even explain why? It’s just… sometimes she wasn’t the old Lizzie. She was this fidgety, nervous Lizzie…"
"She’s been under a lot of pressure, no? Everyone was out for her head at one point? Fans, media, team principals, fellow drivers… I’d say it’s normal to be a little out of it every now and then?" Arthur asked.
"That’s what I’ve been telling myself as well… but then again… I don’t know. This now? It’s big. Huge. It can cause a lot of trouble, serious trouble and I just don’t understand why she would even think about something like this, nonetheless do it? She’s one of the smartest people I know! She has more integrity than the whole rest of the grid combined? Why would she do something that could end her career forever?" I groaned, leaning back.
"Okay, I have no idea what you’re talking about?" Arthur looked at me confused "What did Lizzie do?"
"I can’t tell you, really. But what I can tell you is that it’s bad. Really bad. If that comes out? Her career is over! Nothing could save her from this!"
"Okay. Let me see if I get this right. Lizzie did something. Something bad. Really bad. Something that could make people question her integrity? Something that would most definitely end her career when it comes out?" he repeated and I nodded.
"Yeah. And that’s the thing. Never in a million years would I expect her doing something like that! Never! Not after she fought so hard for this! Not after all she’s been through, all the sacrifices! I don’t understand why she would do that…" I said desperately.
"Maybe she had no other choice? Maybe she had to do it?" Arthur suggested and I looked at him.
"That’s what she said!"
"Not the time for jokes, but okay…"
"No! Idiot! Lizzie said she had no other choice, she had to do it…"
"Maybe she was forced?" Arthur said it quietly and we looked at each other.
"Fucking hell…" I muttered and got up, grabbing my keys. How could I be so fucking blind.
I was pacing back and forth. My mind reeling. I should’ve told Charles the truth. He saw the documents, there was no point in lying and denying it anymore. I didn’t even know why I did it. Why I was so defensive. Maybe the months and months of staying silent, the lies, the secrets, maybe I was just too good at it by now that I didn’t even realise it anymore, while I was doing it. Exhausted, I sat back down on the sofa, watching how the sun rose above the horizon. It felt like days since Charles had left. Although it wasn’t even 12 hours ago. 12 hours of total silence. I got up again, feeling restless, pacing through the flat before I sat down at the piano, my fingers dancing slowly over the keys. Memories of hours spent next to Charles, watching and listening him compose songs, played inside my head. A notification made me flinch. Hastily I got up and grabbed my phone, secretly hoping it was a text from Charles, I opened the text. Flight confirmation. Tomorrow. Our flight to Montreal. It felt surreal to think about racing right now. I dropped my phone back on the coffee table and when I wanted to walk away I stopped, looking at the folder. Charles was right. The receipts, the betting slips, they all had my name on it. I never paid much attention to it, but I should have. I signed a form to retrieve the envelope, there were cameras in the shop. How could I be so stupid? Diaz could easily destroy my career with this. It’s like Charles said, if the FIA finds out about it? It was over. I leaned back and thought about my next move. I had to tell the FIA what happened. That was the only thing that I could do. I needed to do it myself, before Diaz had the chance to. And then it all would be over. We would get a statement from the lab that the paternity tests were faked. Sissy’s and Charles’ names would be cleared. I would be free. I just had to figure out how to tell Charles the truth. That I lied to him about almost everything regarding Diaz. Thinking of his reaction made my anxiety level shoot through the roof. He would be mad. He gave me so many chances to come clean. I kept lying and lying. He would be furious. But most importantly, he would be hurt, his trust in me would be broken. I couldn’t even blame Diaz for it. It was my decision to lie to Charles. It was my decision to keep all those secrets from him. At the end of the day, I was to blame.
Charles POV:
I entered the flat and the silence weighed down heavy on me. I walked inside the living room and Lizzie sat with her back to me at the piano, playing a sad melody.
"Lizzie…" she flinched and turned around and my heart broke a little. She looked horrible. Pale skin, big, dark circles under her eyes, hairs dishevelled, lips dry. She also looked thinner, which was weird, it wasn’t even 24 hours since I left last night, but she looked weaker. I approached her and she didn’t move "Oh Lizzie…" I whispered as I stood in front of her.
"I’m fine." her voice wasn’t convincing.
"What could they, whoever they are, use against you?" I asked and she shook her head.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about." she said and made big eyes, like she was surprised by her own words.
"Lizzie, drop the act!" I looked at her.
"Act? What act? You can’t just barge in here and think that I talk to you like nothing happened! You left me!" she sounded mad, but there was still the confusion from before on her face and she was right. I left her. Again. It got complicated and my first instinct was to leave.
"Last time I checked this was still my place, so…" I began and her eyes widened as she got up and tried to push me aside.
"Fine. I’m leaving your place then!" she spat out and I grabbed her wrist.
"Why are you so fucking frustrating?" I sighed.
"Why are you so-… so… fuck!" she was exhausted, I could tell, but she still tried to pull her hand out of my grasp.
"Lizzie please! Stop being so… unreasonable!" I said and she snapped.
"I’m not unreasonable!" she almost hit me with her free hand but I caught her flying hand right in time "Let go of me!"
"Never!" I held her hands, firm but not to hurt her.
"Charles! I swear to everything I hold dear! Let. Go. Of. My. Hands!" she pressed out, she was seething now.
"Never!" I repeated and she was able to free one hand, trying to pry the other one from my hold, pushing me away from her.
"Let go of me!" she yelled, her voice shaky, out of breath.
"Lizzie stop fighting and listen to me!" I pulled her close "I know what’s going on!"
"I don’t give two fucks what you know! You left me! Let me go!" she was thrashing around in my hold, her eyes glistening with unshed tears
"Never." I repeated again and pulled her even closer, our bodies colliding. Her breath caught in her throat.
"Why can’t you just let me go! You didn’t want me in your place I thought!" I knew she was close to breaking down, her voice shaky, breathing heavy.
"Will you just shut up, please!" I pleaded "Lizzie I know what’s going on. Please talk to me."
"No, I… how-…" she began, eyes wide in horror, more and more tears gathering at her waterline.
"You would never do something like that. I know you for almost twenty years! You would never do that, unless you had no other choice. Unless someone would force you to do it. And that someone must have some leverage on you. Something that scares you so damn much that you gave in to this…" I said and she sank down on the floor, pulling her legs against her chest "Lizzie. Talk to me. We’ll find a solution together. I can help you. I will help you. You just have to talk to me. Tell me the truth. Please, Lizzie, I’m begging you!"
"I didn’t do it. I had to pick up an envelope at a betting office downtown, the folder with the documents inside. But I just couldn’t do it. I told him that I wouldn’t do what he wanted. And his retaliation was�� Charles, he spread the rumour about you and Liam. That was his leverage the whole time. Somehow he had contact to Sven. I didn’t knew it until it blew up. He just said to me he had something to hurt you and our family. And so I did what he wanted, I tried to. But this? I couldn’t do it! And he made me pay for it."
"Lizzie. Who’s he? Who’s doing this to you? And why?" I asked, although I had a suspicion, she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.
"Salva Diaz." her voice barely a whisper. Tears began to stream down her face as her whole body began to tremble. I kneeled down in front of her and pulled her into me. Holding her close.
"Salva Diaz? The Spanish reporter?" I asked for clarification, although I new all too well who he was, and she just nodded "Lizzie. I’ll ask you this only once, please be honest. Did he attack you in Silverstone? Was that the reason why you tried to get his ban lifted? Did he threat you?" she began to sob loudly and I had my answer. He was a dead man walking "It’s okay. We find a solution. It’s gonna be okay."
"I’m so sorry for lying to you for so long. I just-… I was just so scared what you would do if you knew. And also what he would do. I just didn’t want that anything happen to you. Or our family. I’m scared of him. The way he looked at me in Silverstone… he’s crazy." she said, her voice hoarse from her crying.
"I want you to tell me everything, you hear me? Everything from the very beginning!" I said quietly and she nodded slowly.
"I didn’t tell you the whole truth about Assen…" she began.
I took a deep breath, listening to her, didn’t interrupt her once, just let her get it off her chest. With every minute she was talking I felt more and more sick, my blood began to boil and I wanted nothing more than to break every single bone in his body. Twice. I held her hands the entire time, rubbing soothing circles of the back of the hands.
"I’m so sorry! I never meant to lie to you! I swear! I was just so scared! I- I couldn’t let him do anything to you or our family and I thought I could handle it all alone… but I only made everything worse! I’m so, so sorry Charles. Please forgive me." Lizzie sobbed when she was ready with it all and I took a deep breath, swallowing down my pure rage and anger for Diaz, then cupped her cheeks but she trained her look down, not looking at me.
"Look at me, Lizzie… there is nothing to forgive, you hear me? You were scared, traumatised, this asshole assaulted you, twice, you did nothing wrong okay? You were just trying to protect me, us. It’s okay, you understand? I’m not mad at you… I’m more mad at myself for not seeing what you were going through…" I began but she shook her head.
"No! Charles I was the one lying and keeping it all from you! At one point the lying became so easy, so natural, that I didn’t even had to think about it anymore. It just happened. Like yesterday! Or earlier! When you already found out the truth, I got all defensive and kept lying because I was so used to it! I’m sorry!" a wave of fresh tears streamed down her cheeks but I wiped them away.
"Stop apologising! I can’t even imagine what you’ve been through! How it must’ve felt! The constant fear! Now he even tarnished your own flat! Lizzie we have to do something against him. We need to gather all of the evidence that you have and go to the police, okay? He needs to be stopped and locked away for what he’s done to you!" I hugged her close "It’s over now, Lizzie. It’s all over. We will press charges, we’ll sue him. He won’t ever come near you again, you got me?"
She was silent, didn’t move, but after a while she sniffled a little and nodded.
"I just want him out of our lives…" she whispered.
"And believe me, he will be." One way or another.
I sat next to her, my knuckles brushing over her cheek. She snuggled into the pillows and I tucked her in, kissing her forehead. She was almost immediately asleep, as soon as her head hit the pillows. I watched her for a while. Her puffy eyes, red nose and cheeks, hair all messy. Still the most beautiful girl on this planet. My beautiful girl who went through hell and back again. My hands began to tremble with anger. I wanted to find Diaz and kill him myself. I never felt this much hate and rage in my entire life. But I promised Lizzie that I wouldn’t do anything. That I let the police handle it. Unfortunately. One last look at her and then I got outside the room, closing the door quietly. Right when I walked back into the living room a phone vibrated and I answered the call.
"Hello?"
"Charles? Hey, umm is Lizzie around?" she asked.
"Oh shit, I took her phone… yeah she’s asleep, she had a rough day… can I maybe help?"
"I just wanted to let you guys know that we got ahold of the employee who faked the paternity tests. We have a written confession from him, he got paid. We even have the name of who it was…" Rita began.
"Salva Diaz." I finished and she was quiet for a moment.
"Lizzie told you then?"
"You knew about it? Lizzie said she didn’t tell anyone?"
"Well she didn’t, not really. I asked her if she knew who was behind this all and she said yes, but we agreed that our main focus was now to contest the paternity test." she said and I nodded.
"So we have proof that it was all just a big lie?" I asked.
"Yes. Ferrari and Audi are putting out statements as we speak. And Monday morning when the court opens I will file a complaint against Salva Diaz. And when you’re back from Canada I need Lizzie to tell me everything Diaz did, I know her, a little threat here and there wouldn’t scare her…"
"Thank you, Rita! Really! That’s some good news Lizzie will be happy to hear. And you’re right, he did way more than just threaten her… she will tell you everything herself." I felt relieved.
"Take care of you both, okay? I’ll call Lizzie after I went to court on Monday! Have a safe trip to Montreal!" she said.
"Thank you, I’ll take care of Lizzie, don’t worry. Goodbye, Rita!" I hung up and sat down. Then took my phone and waited for the official statement from our teams. Just minutes later I saw the post. Lizzie would wake up to good news. This whole nightmare was over. Finally.
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"You sure, you’ve got everything?" Charles asked when I zipped up my suitcase and nodded.
"Yup. I’m ready. When the car’s here, we can go." I smiled at him and he took my suitcase, rolling it out with his own.
"The car is waiting for almost 10 minutes already." he chuckled and I grabbed my bag "Can you lock the door?"
"On it." I locked it and secured the keys in my bag as we entered the elevator.
Outside the driver loaded our suitcases into the trunk and we got inside. As soon as the driver sat in his seat I asked him to stop at my place and Charles looked at me.
"I just need my passport and AirPods. I’ll be down in a minute." I kissed his cheek and he rolled his eyes when the car stopped in front of my house.
"I’ll wait here. Hurry up, we have to pick up Joris." Charles smiled and I nodded, closing the door.
I waved the portier at the front desk, walked into the elevator, pushed the button for the fifth floor and pulled my keys out. I felt free. Like I could finally breathe again. It was over. As soon as I would arrive in Montreal I would go to the FIA, telling them everything. Showing them what Diaz wanted me to do, that I refused to do. He no longer had any leverage against me. I unlocked the door and walked inside. First straight to my bed room to retrieve my AirPods, shoving them in my back pocket, and next into the kitchen, where I rummaged through the drawer in search for my passport, right as I grabbed it, I straightened up. The hairs in my neck standing up. Goosebumps erupting. I felt like someone was watching me. I took a deep breath, with shaky knees I took a step away from the counter. I wasn’t alone. Faint steps from the sofa towards the kitchen. I swallowed hard against the lump in my throat.
"Honey, I’m home." a voice snarled behind me and I dropped my keys and passport.
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Chapter 33 - The secret is out! I repeat! THE SECRET IS OUT. Finally! But ooops… if that’s not another cliffhanger… 👀
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softstraykidshours · 1 year
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skz when you buy them a gift they've really wanted
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pairing: ot8 stray kids x gn!reader
genre: fluff, headcanon
length: 698
warnings: none
a/n: this was a request sent in by @niaannmitchell. thanks for the lovely idea, bestie! this was so so so so fun!!
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chan
he is so touched that you remembered what he wanted, but he’s also soooo nervous about it. he just doesn’t know how to react to someone buying him things. his face will get all red and he’ll stumble over his words as he tries to say thank you. he is also instantly going to try to find something to buy you too because he feels guilty (even though it’s literally his birthday and the day is supposed to be all about him).
minho
he’s very bad at reacting to gifts so even though he loves it he only responds with a simple “thank you." but don’t worry because internally he’s screaming, because he had mentioned this gift off-hand once like a month or two prior, and he can’t believe you remembered. it’s all he can think about for days (months), he’s literally so endeared by you.
changbin
he’s sooo excited that you bought him something he really wanted. he will literally immediately drop the present to pick you up in the biggest bear hug and spin you in circles. he will not stop saying thank you, like every other sentence is a thank you. if you buy him something fragile you have to keep reminding him that he can’t drop it the whole time he’s opening it because he will most definitely accidentally break it in his excitement if you don’t.
hyunjin
he drops major hints when he wants something. and not even subtle hints, like he could not be more obvious about it. so when you do finally buy it for him he takes one look at the box and instantly knows what it is. initially he doesn’t really react, because he’s not surprised and will just immediately start trying it on and taking pictures (99% of the time when he wants something it’s either an article of clothing or accessory). but then he remembers to say thank you so he gives you the most dramatic (and fake) reaction you’ve ever seen in your life. you know that deep down he’s still very grateful that you are spoiling him, he is just so bad at showing it.
jisung
he’s literally so excited, it’s like watching a little kid on his birthday when you get him something he has been wanting. he will be shrieking louder than you thought humanly possible when he sees the present and will not shut up about it for the rest of the day (or week). he’s immediately calling all of the other members and his parents to tell them and will also be informing everyone he sees for the rest of the day about it.
felix
he’s so overcome with emotion that you remembered him mentioning he wanted the gift that he starts tearing up the second he opens it. he’s going to try to say thank you, but will end up having a breakdown mid sentence and just start sobbing. he’s going to give you the tightest hug and cry on your shoulder and will literally not let go for like half an hour no matter what you say. 
seungmin
he never actually asked for or hinted at what he wanted, but you know him well enough that you knew exactly what he wanted and bought it for him. his initial reaction is to find a way to tease you about it. like, “wow, are you really that obsessed with me?” “what a simp.” he’s definitely playing it up, especially if there are other people around. but the second he has a moment alone he is sneaking up behind you to hug you and whisper a soft thank you in your ear while kissing your temple because he thinks it’s so so so sweet. 
jeongin
he doesn’t have too much of a reaction because he doesn’t want to seem lame about being super excited. this is especially true if you get him something “not cool” like the newest version of his favorite video game. but internally he’s freaking out because oh my gosh his partner remembered what he liked and also spent their money on it and also wrapped it and oh my gosh he thinks that you’re literally the best person ever. 
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volturissideslut · 2 months
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I think I worded it better lol
How you think Rebekah Mikaelson would react to the girl she keeps rejecting (who always gives Beks princess treatment and her undivided attention) suddenly being super nice to Elena
𝕽𝖊𝖇𝖊𝖐𝖆𝖍 𝕸𝖎𝖐𝖆𝖊𝖑𝖘𝖔𝖓
"Hi, Bex" you grin, sitting next to the blonde. It was history class, first period, and the only seat next was the one left next to her because she glared at everyone else that dared to try. Not so secretly, you want her, and also not so secretly, she wants you. But Rebekah likes to be chased, she likes to be pampered, and she likes to make life hard. So though she also wanted you and enjoyed any previous advances you had given her, she was going to play hard to get.
"You again? Won't you ever learn to bugger off?" she huffs, turning away to hide her small smile at your presence. You catch the smile, though, and decide to play along despite the small pang in your chest.
"Never. What would i do without my favourite original by my side to talk to, hm?"
"Oh shush, Mr. Saltzman's starting his lesson, now let me borrow a pen"
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This same back and forth continued between Rebekah and yourself for a few more days now and you stupidly began to think she would start being nice back. You shared your lunch, met when she called, watched her cheer leading try outs like she requested, even tied her laces for her once. And yet, today it seemed like it was going backwards.
"Oh go away, would you. You and-" Rebekah started, about to rant about the 'bloody Salvatores' and 'whiney Elena' but when she turned around to give you a practiced scowl she was met with the sight of you actually walking away.
The smile hidden under her grimace disappeared, wiped cleanly off of her face. Instead, a blank expression laid there, with eyes wide in surprise.
What was more surprising, though, was when you didn't show up for her practice. She no longer felt the need to show Caroline up, and slunk to the back of the group to peer at the stands.
Even more so, when she didn't see you sat next to her usual spot in history class. Instead at the front, doodling in your notebook.
Okay, so maybe it hurt a little. But she got what she asked for, right?
But what actually made her react was getting to the bonfire, expecting to speak to you and bicker - to hash it all out and move along - only to see you laughing with... Elena??
The two of you just looked like peas in a pod, giggling together and reminiscing about when you were closer as kids, when it was all less complicated. And then... and then you shared a smore. Like actually bit into the same one as that - that bitch!
And Rebekah was seething. Not that she really had any right to be.
And so she marched right up there, arms crossed in discontent, "A word, please?" and yet her tone indicated the 'please' was more of a 'get your arse up now'. And so, with a huff of annoyance and a shrug from you, Elena stood up to follow Rebekah. "Not you, you pest" she glared. Elena only looked to you with worry.
Brushing it off, you stood and followed Rebekah.
"What on earth has gotten into you lately? You've-" The blonde girl begins after sputtering for a few seconds
"I thought you wanted to be left alone bex, isn't that what you always tell me? To 'bugger off'?" and she has to hold back a wince at the way her own words are thrown back at her. "You asked to be left alone, and im leaving you alone. Is that all?"
"No that's not all!"
"Then what, hm?"
"Then... then-" she surges forward, kissing you deeply. "That, that's what!" she says angrily. "I'll see you Monday, in your normal seat, thank you very much" she turns to storm away, pointedly ignoring the hammering in her chest and the butterflies in her belly
"Okay" you whisper, fingers ghosting over your lips, mouth still tingling from the feel of hers. "See you Monday"
And that Monday she decides that maybe it's time to switch the narrative. Maybe its time for her to be attentive to you.
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experimentfae · 11 months
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Welcome home x GN Human! Reader Headcanons
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Wally Darling
Wally seemed to be calm seeing you but in Reality surprised when he first saw you.
Very curious about you, you’re clothes, anything to do with where you came from and just about you in general.
Likes showing you his painting and don’t be surprised if he ask you about artist from you’re world.
If you know other types of apples Wally would be confused but curious even though he would prefer to stick to his classic red apples.
Would introduce you to home, it was awkward at the beginning but was thankful that you eventually warmed up to home.
Julie Joyful
She’s super excited about you she wanted to get to know you right away.
She would definitely love styling you’re hair, especially if it’s on the curly side she would love to touch, only when you allow her to of course.
She would definitely show you the games she invented and in return you could show her games you like to play. Julie would love to learn new ways to play.
She would make you part of her imaginary business no ifs or buts she hired you without you’re knowledge.
Frank frankly:
Definitely tried to study you no doubt about that.
Would constantly ask questions about human autonomy, you’re world and you’re culture basically is fascinated by you.
When you do give frank the knowledge that you are a human, they would probably looking for books about humans if they are lucky enough to find one and if they are not then they would write one themselves.
They would share there love for butterflies and maybe others bugs and ask you if bugs in you’re world look similar to the bugs in the neighborhood.
They would right down anything you told them about humans.
Eddie dear
He was actually the one to find you he got scared thinking you where dead but when you slowly woke up he was relieved, When he saw you at first he assumed you where just a big puppet.
But you informed Eddie that you are infact a human he begin wanting to know more about humans and you especially.
After you being at welcome home for a while he has the tendency to forget that you are not from here and that you are a human.
Eddie showed you his arts and craft hobby and would be happy if you enjoy it as much as he does, he even taught how how to make a paper chain.
Barnaby B.Beagle
Would be very shocked but definitely welcome you with open arms.
He calls you kid like everyone one in the neighborhood despite the fact everyone including you are around his age.
If you are homesick then Barnaby would tell you jokes to make you feel better.
Weirdly he wasn’t that interested in learning about humans he did ask questions but was rare for him to do so.
Sally Starlet
She was amazed by you she has never seen anything like you and wanted to learn about you.
Would ask questions about plays in your world and would also ask about the stars.
Sally would want you in one or more of her plays for sure she wants to make a play about what you told everyone about humans.
If you have a love for theater expect for her to involve you in her plays way more than before.
Howdy Pillar
When he first saw you he was bewildered and curious so he definitely asked a lot of questions.
He have asked about small businesses work in you’re world, you told him about currency and how business works he definitely shocked it’s the same but so different at the same time.
You often come and you found that in exchange for his stuff it was facts about world or other humans which you happily appreciated that form a currency.
Was confused on what some items you where talking about such as bandaids, or frozen foods.
Poppy Partridge
Which was confused by you’re appearance but soon learned what you are, she’s no longer surprised but now just confused.
Just like Barnaby she isn’t that curious about humans and there lives she’s more curious about you personally.
If you have a knowledge about baking she would ask what do humans make, of course you answer her questions which made her right it down immediately to remember for another time.
Poppy would be shocked to find that you need to eat to survive usually she just baked or cooked just cause she likes how the food looks, just like the other puppets so she would be very motherly and check on you daily to see if you ate enough today.
<- Back to MasterList or back to welcome home
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ra-2506 · 4 months
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It was a regular day for the trauma dipped kids as they were sitting in the living room of class 1-As dorm just chilling out with some watching a series on the TV, some writing down some notes in his new notebook while Todoroki was making some cold soba for lunch, uraraka watching TV with Hakeeguri, Sero,Tsu, Momo.
Uraraka was trying to catch Dekus attention, but was failing miserably😞 and Tsu and Momo could see it unfortunately it was no use when it comes to him and that notebook😔, he's just too concentrated, that was until you walked into the dorms with your fine self with natural makeup on wearing a yellow super low cut hoodie top along with a couple chains and some baggy black sweatpants and grey J4s.
Everyones attention shifted to you👀 and not that your sports bra was slightly peaking out of cropped hoodie,but that:
1)you were one of the new transfer student from America for the Support department that everyone has been talking about for the past 3 weeks.
2)You were black and you don't see that many black people in Japan in general.
3) Bakugou was walking towards you and gave you a hand shake meaning you knew each other on a personal level.
Everytime he catches himself staring at your black beauty✨ he has to manually scrub his face and push his jaw away to look at the ceiling or something cause baby girl you were fine😩👌. "Hey dumbass, you brought what I asked for or did you just what to show off the shoes I bought you?" Bakugou started while analysing your outfit, "Does it really look like I would even step on this goody to shoes hero area if it wasn't for you asking for it", you sassed back.
Everyone was still in shock that you of all people were mutual friends with the Katsuki Bakugou aka The explosive tempered blonde kid in class 1-A aka the kid the won the Sports festival aka Dynamite aka Lord Explosion Murder aka I think you get the point.
"Wait a minute can we rewind back a bit here !?", Sero shouts with a suprised and confused expression that matched with most of the students in the lounge, "What you want flex tape?!", the blonde glared in the direction of the Hispanic sitting on the couch along with you turning as well.
You had violet doe eyes that so cute and adorable yet intemidating, " I just wanted to know who this chica was?", He smirked towards your direction trying to holla at you do matched his energy, "Yeah Bakugou why don't you introduce me to everyone and maybe give me his number", you turned to the blonde for him to just roll his eyes, " Chubs meet Flex tape" he groaned in irritation and you just gave him a look through your glasses.
"Hola los nombres Y/n L/n", you walked towards Sero and he shock your hand with a big impressed smile and the kissed it, "Hi the name's Y/n L/n," you translated for everyone whilst smiling, "El nombre es niña Sero", "the name is Sero baby girl 😉", Sero winked at you his hand coressing your hand in which you winked at his charm.
However everyone interrupted the moment by introducing theirselves, and you tried to make a mental note to try and remember all of them, but when it got to Deku you couldn't hold back your gasp which caught everyones attention, even though you were the centre of it to begin with 😌✨.
"So your the same Deku that literally blasted himself in the race last year but somehow Bakugou keeps talking shit about?", you questioned with a raised eyebrow in which he shyly nodded.
"What is wrong with you?!", turned to the blonde you were surprised by the shy broccoli boy, " "The Fuck?!", He glared to your direction.
"You made him seem like such a stuck up asshole", you playfully glared at the man beside you only for him to look down at your chubby self and just pull your arm to the hallway shouting to the class that their time with you was up even though there were some protest whines and complaints.
"Wow, you really want me all to your self huh?"😉 You winked at him as you went to his room but he just rolled his eyes at your flirting charm even though he like it since it always built tension that he found adorable.
Obviously he wouldn't ever say that in front of you, but he thought it'll be better that way.
You sat on his bed and opened your bag to pull out two thick silver bracelets, " the hell are those", Bakugou observed the two massive silver bands in your small hands you roll your eyes 🙄 and sighed heavily at his bluntness.
Like how can someone so smart be so damn stupid and good looking at the same time🧐.
Its what you asked for Blondes you stepped closer you put them on his wrists but he took a step back hesitantly as if an insured wolf protecting himself from further harm. "It's okay, I just need to make sure the bracelets will fit properly and if it'll need adjustments", speaking softly as to calm his nerves and you clipped the bracelets onto his wrists with his gaze on you as if making sure you don't do anything out of the question.
Whilst finishing with his right hand you brush your fingers against his skin to adjust the bracelets to not be too tight or lose and the blonde was blushing hard at the gentle care when you touch his scars and burns from his experiences and training but as well as your concentrated form only reaching up to his chest.
Before you can lift your hands from his wrists he grabs your arm taking you by suprise and you look up at him to only find him staring right back at your amethyst eyes when you into his ruby ones and just like that he tries to let go yet he still wants to have you this close to him and he wants to be vulnerable with you since your the only other person who gets his apart from kirishima. He likes you more then he wants to but he doesn't want to experience the pain of a lose again nor does he want to lose the opportunity to make you his but doesn't want to destroy your amazing friendship, but then a sudden warmth surrounds his chest and abdomen.
Your hugging him seriously hugging him out of nowhere and then your face is buried in his chest and he huggs you back with his chin resting on top of your head where he inhales the shea butter and coconut oil from the chemicals put in it. He really wanted to confess but he pulled away quickly with him covering his blushing face but not his ears.
In which you giggled at his soft side that you were so grateful that you were able to see, but a continuous beeping sound that activated the bracelets meaning that it was working perfectly fine and that it has been switched on. So... um th-they work so I did my work perfectly as expected" you awarkardly try to regain your confidence again but failed with the maroon blush on your face as you tried to shuffle out of the room but a strong arm pulled you back to have you facing Bakugou with his eyes fixed on you.
He knew he wasn't your type, and that he wasn't worthy of you, but he would be damned that he doesn't give it a try even if he loses you for admitting this disease to you, "Bakugou?", Your voice called to him confused at his actions, "I like you Y/n, since the day we were partnered together for this damn project and we started to spend time together we really made a connection and I know that you don't feel the same way, but I had to get it off my chest even if you will never think of me in that wa-
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Johnny Cage mini stories/ideas/headcannons
I love Johnny, all his flirting and ridiculousness, so I have little headcannon stories. One is about how he sorta becomes a heart throb again but for just being his ridiculous self
like, generally the public don't really believe that Johnny Cage is a super skilled martial artist, its movie magic and stunt doubles for the most hectic stuff right? Then a story comes out from the filming of his Mortal Kombat movie, during an interview with one of the stunt guys, where the interviewer is clearly looking to slag Johnny off..
"Must have been something working with Johnny Cage! Some of those stunts he comes up with are insane, your stunt team must have had a real time on set with his imagination!"
"Yeah, no dude, Cage is the real deal. Like, all the way man."
*chuckles* "I'm sure he knows a few things about a fight after all his movies but you guys must have dealt with the brunt of the work?"
"Ah, no, like the dude actually knows his stuff. I mean, I also thought he was just another one of those actors that knew a bit but nothing else really. Then it's like early days into the shoot, we're all there with the stunt co-ordinators and they're explaining to the dude that there's no way we can do the fight like he wants, not with real people. I mean, we all agreed no actual human could *describes seeming inhuman stunt*.
"Right? But Cage keeps insisting its possible until Cooper just tells him to prove it. Well, he just looks at us over his glasses, shrugs and then proceeds to freaking do it! Like no lead-up, no prep, nothing, all in his damn dress shoes and chinos!"
other stories start coming out
the young starlet who tells all about her first big role, that yes, Johnny's a ridiculous flirt, but he flirted with everyone and it was actually great and helped her relax on set, but the moment one of the creepy producers got too friendly ... Johnny stepped in
the parents of young actors who were surprised at how great he was with their kids, checking in on them, making sure they got their breaks, sneaking snacks and entertaining them with his moves
his agent sets him up to chat with some dudebro podcasters/streamers because surely that's him demo right? except when the bros start on a sexist/phobic route Johnny kinda goes "Woah! hold up man" and totally guilelessly starts sex-edding them.
"If she's not soaking you're not doing your job, my man!"
"Like, who doesn't want enthusiastic consent? I mean, you should want them to want you."
"I totally take it as a complement! Johnny Cage is a sexy beast, all the boys and girls can appreciate it."
"It's not that hard, dude, just pay attention to what your partner is responding to! What makes them moan and shudder?"
the agent is floored and expects it to be a total shit show except the next thing Johnny's trending super hard on social media, the tiktoks and such swooning over Johnny, everyone just losing it for their new "cinnamon roll".
then the tabloids start printing articles and photos of Johnny and his handsome blind friend who's always hanging around, photos of them at restaurants together, Johnny helping the guy out of his car, leaving the mansion together....
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