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eveninggstar · 27 days

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lando norris x celeb!ex!reader

28.08.24

୨ৎLando’s girlfriend finds herself constantly measuring herself against you, unable to escape the shadow of your presence in every interaction she has with him since their reconciliation. Every moment they share together is tainted by her preoccupation with you, as she struggles with the lingering comparisons and the haunting feeling that you’re always a part of their relationship.

i might make another one of these (not a lando one tho) more based on the music video but i love this so much <3

(also there isnt much lando x reader its more so julie-the girlfriend- losing her mind this is 3k words btw longs thing ive posted im pretty sure)

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Julie’s voice echoed from Lando’s bedroom as she rummaged through his closet. "Hey, Lando, where did your brown hoodie go?"

Lando, halfway through rifling the fridge for his meal prep, paused, raising an eyebrow. "Which one? I’ve got a ton of brown hoodies," he called back, finally grabbing a yogurt and tearing off the lid.

Julie appeared in the doorway, holding a hoodie up to inspect it. "Its just plain brown. I think you wore it for the chicken shop date thing?"

Lando froze, spoon mid-air, his eyes widening in recognition. The hoodie. The one you had practically claimed as your own during your time together. He could vividly remember the countless times you’d thrown it on, the sleeves always a little too long on you, but it became your favourite because it smelled like him. He cursed under his breath. "Son of a—"

Julie’s brow furrowed. "What?"

"Nothing, just... yogurt," Lando muttered, quickly shovelling a spoonful into his mouth to avoid further questions. But his mind was miles away, back to the days when you two were inseparable.

The buzz around the Grand Prix was electric, but as usual, social media had its own storm brewing. While Lando and Julie were busy with pre-race activities at the track, a new post began circulating online, quickly capturing everyone’s attention.

A fan had snapped a picture of you at the airport, casually dressed in leggings, sneakers, and a brown hoodie that was instantly recognizable to anyone who followed Lando Norris. It wasn’t just any brown hoodie—it was his brown hoodie from the video that everyone was complementing his boyfriend skills, the one that had become almost iconic. The photo showed you standing by the gate, luggage in hand, seemingly unaware of the stir you were causing.

Within minutes, the photo was everywhere. "is lando and y/n back together?" one tweet read, followed by countless others speculating about whether you and Lando were back together. "They must be seeing each other again. Why else would she have his hoodie?" someone commented, adding fuel to the fire.

Back at the GP, Julie was enjoying the day, blissfully unaware of the online frenzy. She and Lando had been photographed together several times, looking every bit the happy couple. But as she scrolled through her phone in between sessions, her smile faded. Her notifications were blowing up—fans tagging her, sending messages, and most of all, sharing that airport photo of you.

Her heart dropped as she recognized the hoodie immediately. There was no mistaking it. Lando had worn it countless times, and now, there you were, casually wearing it in public like it was yours. It was supposed to be her hoodie. She wanted to wear it, yet here you were strutting with it slinged on.

Julie’s mind raced with jealousy and frustration. She knew that you and Lando had a history, but this felt like a public reminder of something she couldn’t quite shake—a connection that still lingered between the two of you. People were already speculating that you and Lando were rekindling your romance, and the thought of it made her stomach churn.

Without thinking, Julie opened her camera roll and found a picture from earlier that morning. Both of them smiling with his arm draped around her shoulders. She quickly uploaded it to Instagram.

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julie.love My forever ❤️

The post was live within seconds, and as the likes and comments started rolling in, Julie felt a brief sense of control. "You two are so perfect together!" someone commented. "Lando and Julie forever!" another wrote. But no matter how many compliments she received, the uneasy feeling in her gut remained.

Lando, on the other hand, was caught off guard when his teammate showed him the airport photo of you. "Hey, mate, isn’t this your hoodie?" they asked with a grin. Lando stared at the screen, a mix of surprise and nostalgia washing over him.

Neither of you had given any clothes back. It wasn't an agreement that you would go back to each other. Nothing like that. The pair of you were just too busy to drop the clothes off, mutually agreeing just keep them or get rid of them. However it reminded him of how intertwined your lives had been, and how some things, like that hoodie, had slipped through the cracks.

When Lando later saw Julie’s post, he felt a pang of guilt. He knew it was more than just a cute couple picture—it was a reaction, a way to claim him in the face of rumors and speculations. But even as he stood next to Julie, smiling for the cameras, he couldn’t help but feel the pull of the past, and the complications it brought into his present.

Julie’s post might have been an attempt to silence the rumours, but the truth was that the sight of you in his hoodie had stirred up more than just gossip. It was a reminder that some connections aren’t easily broken, and no matter how much time passes, there are pieces of the past that linger—no matter how hard you try to move on.

The night had settled quietly over the city, the noise of the race weekend fading into the background. Lando and Julie were lying in bed, the soft hum of the air conditioner the only sound in the room. Lando had drifted off quickly, his breathing steady and calm, completely relaxed after a long day at the track.

But Julie couldn’t sleep. She lay on her side, facing Lando, her thoughts racing. She stared at his peaceful face, the dim light from the street outside casting soft shadows across his features. He looked content, his usual easy smile tugging at the corners of his lips even in sleep. It was a sight that usually brought her comfort, but tonight, it only made the knot in her stomach tighten.

Julie’s mind was consumed with thoughts of you—your face, the hoodie, the way you seemed to still have a hold on parts of Lando that she couldn’t reach. She kept replaying the image of you at the airport, casually wearing his hoodie as if it were nothing, as if it didn’t mean something.

She wondered if Lando had thought about you at all when he saw the photo earlier, or if he had truly dismissed it as easily as he’d said he did. He had brushed off the rumors, laughing them away, saying it was just a hoodie, nothing more. But Julie couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something lingering beneath the surface.

As she lay there, watching Lando sleep, her heart ached with insecurity. She wondered if, even in his dreams, he was thinking of you. Did his mind wander back to the memories you shared, to the jokes and the late-night conversations that were once his world? Was there a part of him that still longed for what you had, even if he would never admit it?

Julie wanted to reach out, to touch his face, to reassure herself that he was hers, but her hand hesitated. The thought of you, still a presence in his life, made her doubt the closeness they shared. It felt like a shadow, something she couldn’t compete with, no matter how hard she tried.

She sighed softly, trying to push the thoughts away, but they lingered like a stubborn cloud, refusing to clear. Julie knew Lando loved her—he showed it in so many ways—but the fear of what he might still feel for you gnawed at her, making her question everything.

As Lando shifted slightly in his sleep, murmuring something unintelligible, Julie’s breath caught. Was he dreaming of you? Or was it just her own fears playing tricks on her? She closed her eyes, willing herself to believe that he was dreaming of nothing at all, that his mind was as peaceful as his expression.

But as she lay there, restless and wide awake, Julie couldn’t shake the haunting thought that maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t the only one thinking about you tonight.

It was a lazy afternoon at the hotel, with Lando and Julie lounging on the balcony, enjoying the view of the bustling city below. Julie leaned back in her chair, sipping on a cool drink, and looked over at Lando with a playful smile. "If you could do one crazy thing right now, what would it be?" she asked, curious to hear his answer.

Lando paused for a moment, thinking it over. A mischievous grin spread across his face as he replied, "I want to jump off a cliff into the ocean. I’ve never done that before."

Julie blinked in surprise, then burst into laughter. "What? Where did that come from?"

Lando laughed along with her. "It just sounds like a rush, doesn’t it? Plus, it’s one of those things you’ve got to try at least once."

Julie shook her head, still chuckling. "You're so weird sometimes."

Lando shrugged with a grin, enjoying the lighthearted moment. "Hey, there’s a first time for everything."

They spent the rest of the afternoon together, enjoying each other’s company, but as the day wore on, Julie found herself thinking about Lando’s unexpected response. It wasn’t that the idea of cliff diving was so out of character—Lando was always up for an adventure—but it was the way he said it, with a humor and boldness that seemed a little different from his usual demeanor.

Later that evening, back at the hotel, Julie was scrolling through TikTok while Lando was in the shower. As she mindlessly flipped through videos, one caught her attention. It was a compilation of funny moments from various celebrities, and the first clip was of you. The video showed you laughing, full of energy, as you spoke into the camera.

"If I could do anything right now, I’d totally jump off a cliff into the ocean," you said with a playful grin. "I’ve never done it before, and I’m kind of scared, but also, it’s on my bucket list. Who’s with me?"

Julie’s laughter died in her throat as she watched. Her stomach twisted as she realized that Lando’s earlier comment wasn’t just a random thought—it was something he had picked up from you. The way you said it, with that same mix of humor and excitement, was almost identical to how Lando had phrased it.

She put her phone down, her mind racing. The connection was too clear to ignore. You were still influencing him, whether Lando realized it or not. It wasn’t just in the big things, but in the small, subtle ways that you had left a mark on him.

Julie glanced toward the bathroom, where the sound of the shower running echoed through the room. She felt a pang of insecurity, wondering if she would always be competing with the ghost of you—your humor, your quirks, the pieces of you that had woven themselves into Lando’s life and stayed there, even after you were gone.

As Lando emerged from the bathroom, toweling off his hair with that familiar, carefree smile, Julie tried to push the thoughts away. She didn’t want to spoil the moment or let her doubts show. But as she forced a smile, she couldn’t help but feel that your presence was still very much there, lingering between them, even now.

The night was alive with celebration. The pulsating beat of the music, the vibrant lights flashing across the packed dance floor, and the electric energy of the crowd all mixed together in a whirlwind of excitement. All of the drivers were having a night out in Monaco. Julie clung to Lando's side, basking in his happiness, proud and exhilarated. The night felt perfect, almost surreal.

As the night wore on, Julie excused herself to the bathroom, weaving through the crowd and slipping past the velvet ropes into the dimly lit hallway. The bathroom was a sanctuary from the chaos outside, quieter but still buzzing with the distant thump of the music.

Julie washed her hands, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She smiled to herself, thinking about Lando, how far he’d come, and how good they looked together tonight. She was about to turn the tap off when she felt a presence behind her, someone stepping close enough to brush against her.

Julie froze, her breath catching in her throat. Slowly, she looked up into the mirror and saw you standing directly behind her, your reflection clear as day. Your eyes locked onto hers through the glass, and a sly, knowing smile played on your lips.

Before Julie could react, you leaned in closer, your breath warm against her ear as you whispered, "Every time you close your eyes and feel his lips, you're feelin' mine. And every time you breathe his air, just know I was already there."

Julie’s heart pounded in her chest, her pulse echoing in her ears. She wanted to move, to say something, but she was rooted to the spot, mesmerized and terrified by your presence.

You continued, your voice soft but laced with a sharp edge, "You can have him if you like. I've been there, done that once or twice. And talkin' 'bout it don't mean I care. Yeah, I know I've been known to share."

As soon as the last word left your lips, Julie snapped out of her daze. She spun around, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. But the bathroom was empty. You were gone—vanished as if you had never been there at all.

Julie’s eyes darted around the small space, her hands trembling as she clutched the edge of the sink. Was it real? Had you actually been there, or was it some twisted trick of her mind? The encounter had felt so vivid, so real, but now she was alone, the silence of the bathroom pressing in around her.

She quickly turned back to the mirror, half-expecting to see you again, but there was nothing—just her own wide-eyed reflection staring back at her. The words you had whispered echoed in her mind, taunting her, making her question everything.

Julie took a shaky breath, trying to steady herself, but the unease wouldn’t leave her. She felt as though your presence had left a mark, something intangible yet undeniable, a reminder that no matter how much she tried to hold onto Lando, your shadow was always there, lurking in the corners of her mind.

Fighting back a wave of panic, Julie hurried out of the bathroom, back into the noisy, crowded club. She pushed through the throngs of people until she found Lando again, his carefree smile and bright eyes a stark contrast to the turmoil swirling inside her.

He pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her waist, and she tried to lose herself in the music, in the celebration. But no matter how hard she tried to shake it off, the memory of your words stayed with her, haunting her, and making her wonder if she would ever truly have him to herself.

The paddock was alive with the vibrant energy of race day at Zandvoort. The excitement was palpable as Lando prepared for his race, surrounded by cameras, fans, and a sea of media. Julie stood close to Lando, trying to stay calm amidst the chaos. She had been eagerly supporting him all weekend, but today, her nerves were frayed.

As Lando was about to enter the garage, he turned to Julie, pulling her into an embrace. “Hey, kiss of well done?” he asked with a soft smile, his voice barely audible over the ambient noise.

Julie managed a smile, trying to focus on the positive. “Well done,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss him. It was supposed to be a sweet moment after the race, a brief respite from the frenzy surrounding them.

But as their lips met, Julie’s perception shifted abruptly. The kiss, the closeness, the sensation—it felt strangely familiar, as if she were kissing someone else entirely. A cold shiver of panic raced through her, and in her mind, it wasn’t Lando she was kissing, but you.

Her eyes flew open, and the illusion was enough to send her into a spiral of distress. She pulled away from Lando, her fear manifesting in her voice. “Get away from me!” she screamed, her voice trembling with a mix of terror and anger. “Leave me alone, Y/N! Just leave me alone!”

The scene erupted into stunned silence as Julie’s outburst pierced through the crowd. The media, the fans, and even Lando looked on in shock. Julie’s face was flushed, her eyes wide with fear as she backed away from Lando, who looked utterly bewildered.

As Julie’s panic peaked, she turned and fled, running frantically through the paddock. Her eyes were clouded with tears, her breath coming in ragged gasps. In her haste, she collided hard with someone coming from the opposite direction.

It was you.

The shock of seeing you, the very person she thought she had just escaped, standing right in front of her, sent a fresh wave of terror coursing through her. "No! Get away from me!" Julie screamed again, her voice cracking as she staggered back, her eyes wide with fear. The panic in her voice echoed through the paddock, drawing even more attention as people turned to see what was happening.

You stood there, frozen in shock, your eyes locking with hers. You hadn’t done anything—you were just walking past as a guest of Mercedes, on your way to their hospitality area. But the intensity of Julie’s reaction left you momentarily speechless.

"Julie!" Lando’s voice cut through the chaos as he rushed over, his concern etched on his face. He reached out for her, but Julie was already spinning around, desperate to escape. She shoved past him and the onlookers, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she ran, trying to get away from the ghost she believed was haunting her.

As Julie disappeared into the crowd, the paddock buzzed with murmurs and confused glances. The cameras that had been trained on Lando’s celebratory moment now captured a scene of utter chaos and confusion.

Lando looked up, his eyes meeting yours across the paddock. His face was a mix of confusion, concern, and something else—something that told you this was far from over.

You quickly averted your gaze, turning away before you could get caught up in the drama that was unfolding. But as you walked away, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of what had just happened, and the realization that some things, no matter how much time passes, are never truly left behind.

Please don’t steal my work, much love ᡣ𐭩

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i love this so much hope you do too <3

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shannonsketches · 1 month

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I overanalyze the hell out of everything but! While we're here--

I think a lot (and am too lazy to make the many many comics in my head) about how Vegeta was having fun with these androids (even being sportsmanlike with Piccolo about it!) until he found out who Trunks was (and also that they were the wrong androids). Then between that reveal and Bulma getting shot down, he switches back into Spite and Fury, and I just chinhands I think a lot about what a shot to the chest it would be to learn that you die -- you die in the future, you lose to these surprise enemies -- and your son, with his mother's machine and knowledge of the events, comes back to the past to make sure someone else lives.

"It's just because Goku's the first to die, so it's a domino effect!" Yes, but,

Vegeta was standing right there when Bulma said her strategy was to destroy the androids before they became an issue. Vegeta knows that Bulma feels very strongly that this is the move, and that waiting is stupid. He also knows that she watched him dabble on Earth for a year and a half before Goku came home.

So he knows that she could've sent Trunks back earlier, and had him talk to Piccolo. Vegeta could've used that entire ~12-18 months to train for a specific threat, or even just to prepare for Frieza's return.

He also knows that she could've just as easily sent Trunks back while they were all on Namek, and taken care of the issue before any of them were even made aware of it. That was her suggestion in the present! Trunks could've left Goku's medication with Roshi, or Popo, and just let it remain a mystery where it came from and how it got there.

But instead, Trunks came the day that Goku came back. So he could meet Goku. And talk to Goku. So he could make sure Goku survived. So Goku could save everyone. Because Goku would be there to win the day. Because Goku's is the strength they trust to be enough.

The way that must corrode your insides and just flood you with envy, and spite, and poison. The way he behaves for the rest of this arc despite the clever strategist we saw on Earth and on Namek, despite the cautious observation, the patience, the snarky humor, the distinct recognition of a threat that needs eliminating before it's too late -- despite all these things we've seen him be and have and do, after this point he's reckless and fuming and desperate to prove himself to the detriment of everyone around him.

As a punishment, maybe? For choosing Goku over You?

As necessity? Because you've spent 30 of your 31 years having the value of your life measured solely by your ability to win?

As a distraction? From knowing that you spent your life fighting tooth and nail for all that you are, only to die, humiliated, at the feet of your enemies having failed to do the only task you felt you were alive to do, then be revived by mistake, then learn that even your own child would prefer the person who succeeded at that one seemingly impossible task?

It's really no wonder, at this extremely low and fragile point in Vegeta's life, that he went from quietly standoffish to actively erratic from this point. It's not until Cell slaps him with the reality check of losing those precious few who continued to choose him despite his profound personal and operational failures (which were likely a death sentence, where he's from) that he settles back down (in the manga) to being quietly standoffish, strategic, and cooperative toward the higher goal.

Then spends the next seven years learning it never had to be like that because it turns out people on this planet mostly still want you to be alive and come home even if you fuck up real bad and you actually don't have to be The Star Executioner to be valued and welcomed and even?? Loved?? Which sucks to learn after you've already gotten your son and your rival and very nearly your rival's son killed by being an insecure jackass and making everything worse than it had to be.

But don't worry, it'll only happen one more time and it'll only take like 40 minutes to publicly murder like 2000 people and almost destroy the entire universe because you had something totally different to prove this time, it's a minor relapse at best, it's fine, everyone's fine, we're all gonna wish that memory away from all the innocent people and only think about it at 2am when you're awake laying in bed trying to figure out why the fuck you're still allowed in this house and you can spend the next 4-6 years turning your shit around and embracing that soft emotions are okay to feel and you're not a defective specimen being slowly deconstructed on a backwater space rock and it's actually normal to care about stuff and it's everything you were ever taught before this that was toxic and wrong and had to be unlearned so you could grow and change and harness true strength instead of chasing shallow power so it's fine!! It's totally fine. Everything's fine. He's fine. He's good.

#silly hours #dbtag #media analysis #long post #I just have a lot of feelings about Vegeta #fellas have you ever rotated a blorbo for 26 years laksjdakshf

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floridaboiler · 3 months

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Open Letter from Dad to Son

Dear Son,

I love you. There are some things my father taught me growing up that I have the honor of now passing down to you. Below is a list of life lessons he taught me mixed with other lessons my path has given me. Read them, think about them and use them to help guide you through your life…

– The golden rule “Treat others how you would want them to treat you” and your loved ones. – Our actions will always speak louder than our words. We must be an example of what we say.

– Give. Give as much as you can. Give from your heart. Give without the need for recognition.

– Be Humble. Let others talk about your success, not you. People appreciate Humble. Being Humble will make it much easier to handle the ups and downs life will give you.

– Girls are special. Treat them with respect at all times. Open doors for them. Pull out the chair for them. Give them flowers just because. NEVER forget special occasions!

– No matter someones ethnicity, athletic abilities, religious beliefs, political beliefs, where they live, what they wear or what they look like, they are people. Treat them with respect.

– Surround yourself with people of integrity.

– Be a leader. Be an example. Always use your critical thinking skills to come to your own conclusions.

– You will come across many different attitudes in your life. Learn from them about the type of person you want to be and the type you don’t want to be. They all have a purpose.

– Find ways to make a difference in the lives of others. Lift them up. Help them believe in themselves and remember a thousand words of encouragement can be ruined by one belittling comment.

– Beware of your pride and ego. You must control them and not let them control you.

– Take charge, don’t wait for others to do things for you. Success is dependent on YOUR attitude, effort, creativeness, consistency, work ethic, perseverance/grit and trustworthiness.

– When you fail, and you will fail, don’t get bitter, find ways to get better.

– When problems occur, before blaming and making excuses, you must look in the mirror first. Evaluate your actions and choices with sincere honesty. Be accountable for your actions and decisions.

– When everything around you is chaotic, you must be able to keep a clear mind to make the right educated decisions. Practice this often. Breathe.

– Hate will take years off your life. It clouds our judgement and prevents us from seeing the whole picture. Beware of this powerful emotion.

– Protect your family and never be afraid to stick up for others. As much as we don't want to believe it, there IS evil in the world. Always be on your toes.

– Be fearless, be thoughtful, be kind, be passionate and be grateful everyday as tomorrow is NEVER promised.

– When you speak, speak with compassion AND brutal honesty. Sometimes it’s hard to do and difficult for others to hear but necessary for transparency and sincere relationships.

– Stay off your phone while driving. NEVER follow the car in front of you too close and always be aware of what others are doing around you.

– Your mother loves you more than you can imagine. Never fail to realize how much she has done, and does, for you and your brother and sister. When you are out on your own, make sure to be in touch with her often.

– The biggest test for you one day will be when your own child is born. It will test your mental toughness. It will test your relationship. It will force you to really grow up.

– Clean up after yourself, take care of yourself, eat right, make exercise a part of your life, do household chores and push your chair in.

– Never underestimate a firm handshake and eye contact.

– THE most important and toughest job you will have in life will be raising another human being. You will make mistakes but the most important part is learning from them so you can one day teach your own children from those lessons. You are a blessing. I am excited for what lies ahead for you. Life is precious and we never know how long we have. Make the most of what it and enjoy every minute. Son…I Love You. Love, Dad

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#Deep Thoughts #Positive Vibes #Motivation #Open Letter #father #son #dad #Father's Day #Father #Dad #Pop #Pa #Fathers Day

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willowmvp · 2 months

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Random fun fact about one of your roleplay characters

p!Will would've spent the rest of his days searching for his father, only to be utterly disappointed by the man in the end.

"Dad?" Will stared at the man at the table. He looked thin, wiry, as though he hadn't eaten well in months, and unkempt, his hair messed and stubble growing in at odd angles.

Gavin looked up from his mug of ale, a flicker of recognition showing in his eyes for a moment, the spark of hope reigniting before it fades, leaving the man's brown eyes dull. "I have no son." He answers flatly, unsaid words echoing in the silence that followed.

I don't love you.

Will shakes his head, "Dad, no, it's me. It's Will. I've been looking all over for you."

"I have no son." The man repeats. "Any child I had died years ago. Now beat it, kid." He takes a swig of his drink.

It's all your fault.

"You can't be serious-"

"I AM SERIOUS." Gavin stood, fury replacing the defeated look in his eyes. "You are not my child." He hissed, his fist hitting the table and causing Will to flinch. "I had a child. My wife-" His voice breaks slightly. "That child is the reason my wife is no longer here. That is no child of mine." He looks away from Will, sitting back down and drawing his mug closer.

I hate you and all that you stand for.

Will opens his mouth to say something, and shuts it again, swallowing the lump growing in his throat. "My mistake, sir." He turns, fighting back the tears in his eyes, and walks back to his own table.

Apo looks up as Will approaches, concern quickly crossing their face. "Fuck, wrong guy?"

"Right guy." Will slumps back into his chair, taking a deep breath. "I guess I'm the wrong one."

Graecie leans over, shaking her head and placing a hand on Will's shoulder. "Don't you dare say that. He doesn't realize what he's lost." She offers a small smile, watching her friend nod slowly and smile lightly in return. "You have a family with us, never forget that, okay?"

Will glances over at the man he once called a father. "You're right." He lifts his own mug of ale towards his friends, looking each of them in the eye. "To our family."

"To us!" Apo cheers, lifting his own mug.

Graecie smiles wider, lifting their mug as well. "To the Nightingales."

They each drink, dissolving easily into conversation, forgetting about the shadow of a man who sat alone, drowning the ghosts of his past.

#willowmvp #pirates smp #p!will #piratessmp #willowmvp answers

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doudouneverte · 2 years

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Back to Home | Chapter two: Trapped

*not my GIF*

Chapter summary: You just had to go in and go out but nothing go well with you and your powers. In their universe, your moms learnt what happend to you and start to worry but Morgan seem to have a plan.

Pairing in this chapter: Natasha Romanoff x Teen!Reader; Avenger x Teen!Reader; Doctor Strange x Teen!Reader; America Chavez x Teen!Reader; Peter Parker x Teen!Reader; (variant)WandaNat & family

Note: in this chapter and for the rest of the serie all sentence between [...] are translate from sokovian/romanian and all sentence between (...) are translate from russian.

Warning: i use google translate so if you speak russian or romanian don't hesitate to let met know if there are errors

| chapter one | serie masterlist | chapter three |

[Earth 616 - Avenger Tower, 15 minutes before you enter the lab]

"So, if I heard correctly, you want to bring her back and let her join the team again?" Tony asked Steve.

A few minutes earlier, Captain America had ordered a meeting; almost all the Avengers were here except for Clint and Thor. The topic of this meeting? Wanda Maximoff. Since what happened at Westview, nobody could contact her, and it's an understatement to say they were shocked to learn she almost killed a teenager to find her nonexistent sons.

"It's rare, but I agree with Tony here. She almost kills a child." Sam said.

"Yes, but we need to be honest; she was the most powerful Avenger, and with Thor, who went with the Guardians, she's the most powerful human on this planet." Steve replied.

"Yeah, but I think you don't know what that mean. We enrolled her after all the Ultron because she wanted to change, but now, she is what we all feared in Sokovia. A powerful witch who killed a super soldier and another Captain Marvel in another universe, and she didn't use her own body. What do you think she can do to us if we upset her?" The billionaire said. And Natasha scuffed.

"You don't mind when it comes to Thor," she replied.

"Because Thor is an avenger who's almost born to protect the earth." he argued.

"She is an avenger too." the woman countered.

"She WAS." Tony spoke harshly. "She was still an avenger after what she did in Westview, but she stopped to be one of us when she did what she did to a fucking SIXTEEN-years-old girl."

"Listen, Tony, we all make mistakes before we become avengers." Bucky said this time.

"No, it's totally a different story, Bucky." The falcon interrupted his friend, "You, you did what you did before and after you decided to be good persons. But she did all the bad things after she became an Avenger." he explained. Honestly, it was understandable, they were afraid. The old Wanda, who tried her best to make up for her past with Hydra, the same who had a pretty romance was gone now. Vision, maybe—

"She did that because she lost all the people she loved," the Black Widow replied. "I'm not saying her actions are justified, but I dealt with death; I don't even know how you could bring me back. But what I'm saying is that I know why she did that." she said. "If it was Pepper who died this day, what could you do?" she asked.

"Don't play this game with me, Romanoff. I know how to deal with death." Tony replied.

"That's why you hated your father." Natasha said, and the billionaire started to be angry. He wanted to argue, but he was stopped by the IA.

"Boss, it seems there is an intruder in the lab." Friday announced.

"Can you tell me who they are?" he asked.

"The facial recognition doesn't work, but judging their clothes, it's Miss. Maximoff." she said, and everyone looked at each other totally shocked. Why would she come here? And precisely in the lab?

Without a word, they all made their way to the lab. Tony equipped his new suit; Steve grabbed his shield; Bucky, his knife; Natasha put her widow bites on her wrist before grabbing a gun with Sam and Banner, was ready for green code. The lab's door slid open without a sound. When they were ready to arrest whoever was in front of them, they heard you say proudly. "Oh yeah, I did it."

"Oh, and what exactly did you do?" Tony asked, and his voice surprised you. You quickly reassemble your widow bites before turning around and facing the Avenger.

"O der'mo (oh crap)," you mumbled. "Uh, wait, guys, I’m not here to fight or anything." you said, and their only answer was to hold up their weapons to you. And you thought it couldn't get worse; you saw red magic around your hand; your eyes turned red; but you were oblivious. Iron Man wanted to blast you, but your magic reacted in time, and a red whip sent him away against a wall. "Sorry," you said. But you knew they'd not accept your excuse.

Captain America threw you his shield, but you unconsciously stopped it and sent him back, thankfully, he didn't end up like Captain Carter, the shield just hit his head and fell on his buttocks. You didn't have to apologize this time; the Winter Soldier attacked you. He was too fast to use your magic without hurting yourself, so your body moved itself. All the training sessions with him and your mom in your universe seem to have taken control of your body, and you easily put him down.

You were just on your feet again, and Sam and Natasha started to shoot you. They definitely saw that you were not an ordinary teen. Your magic activated himself again and blocked the bullet, giving you a relief sight, but the bullet abruptly changed her direction to the two Avenger. "No! Stop!" you yelled, and the bullet just fell to the ground. Okay, there was definitely a problem with your magic, but you didn't have time to think about it before the Falcon rushed to you. It was not a surprise when you knocked him out beside Bucky, but what was surprising, at least for the Black Widow, was that you used her special move. She engaged the fight, but she was more careful than her teammate; she was winning when your magic decided to not listen to you again and a powerful red wave of chaos magic sent her crashing onto the opposite wall.

You watched what you did; did you just win against the Avenger? Wow, it was certainly something you would tell to—. Your body collided with a wall brutally, and you instantly passed out. You forget the Hulk.

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[Earth 717 - Avenger Tower, two hours after your disappearance]

Heavy footsteps could be heard in the lab; they didn't need to ask Friday, they already knew who they were. The door opened to show an angry Natasha and a worried Wanda. "Where is Y/n, Morgan?" the Russian asked, but the teen didn't find the courage to face her. "America? Peter? Where is my baby girl?" she asked again, but this time she couldn't hide her cries.

"We lost her," America said lowly.

"What do you mean by saying you lost her?" Natasha said. "She's a teenager who wears a fucking scarlet suit; how can you lose her?" she added, obviously angry by the response of the older brunette girl. Wanda couldn't keep the tears from streaming down her cheeks.

"Hey, Natasha, please calm down; we will explain," Peter said softly, and your moms did.

After they explained what had happened on the mission, the Sokovian was officially falling apart, and the Russian was afraid but so angry. "How can you lose her in the multiverse?" she asked.

"The time machine exploded before I could close the portal, and I was sent to another universe too. When I came back, Morgan told me what happened, and I searched for her for an hour and a half, but I couldn't find her. Even if I focused on her. I was sent to some universe where there was a Y/n, but they were not the right." she admitted.

"We need to find her." Wanda said for the first time, she was unstable visibly very worry.

"Hey, it's okay, my love?" Natasha asked, but her wife shook her head.

"I can't feel her, Natasha." she said, and Natasha seemed to understand. "I don't know if my little angel is alright. I can't feel her." She cried harder. "I can't feel her," she repeated. "Why can't I feel her?" she asked her wife, but the redhead didn't have an answer. It was something Natasha didn't fully understand, since when you kicked Wanda's belly for the first time, a bond was created between you and your mama. You were always able to feel the other, even if sometimes you hated that it was reassuring you, when you developed your power at five years old. Your moms don't stop being avengers until you were ten, so during the five years you used this special bond to make sure she was alright every time she left.

"Don't worry, Auntie Wanda. I may have a solution to locate her wherever she is." Morgan announced, and everybody looked at her and seemed to wait for an explanation. "I made her new widow bites since she broke the previous. And I decided to add a tracker who worked in the entire multiverse. That's mean when she will use them, I will be alert." she explained, and it seemed to low your mom worries a little.

"Thanks, you Morgan," Natasha said, and the girl smiled,

"Of course, auntie Nat, she's my best friend too. I will do anything to find her," she assured them. "But for now we can't do anything more. I’ll call my dad and see if he can help me, and America will alert Strange." she said, turning to Peter. "Peter, you'll bring Khrono and the red Goblin to the cops." she said, and he nodded.

"How is it even possible to lose her?" Tony asked her daughter, and Morgan sighed.

"Honestly, I don't know; it all happened too quickly." she said.

"And how are they?" he asked.

"Not good. Auntie Wanda didn't stop crying; auntie Natasha called Yelena and Kate to inform them. Wanda should call Pietro soon," she explained.

"And how are you?" he asked again.

"I don't know. I'm angry at myself for not being able to save her." she replied, and some tears started to fall on her cheeks. "But I need to be strong, because when Pietro comes he will bring Luna, and I will need all i have to not let her miss her cousin." she said, and she chuckled.

"We'll be here this night," he said, and she smiled, "I love you Morgan." He added,

"Me too, dad, more than 3000." She said, and they both chuckled.

"Yeah, more than 3,000," he repeated before hanging on.

"Who was it?" Pepper asked when she entered the bedroom.

"Morgan," Tony replied, and the blonde woman frowned her eyebrows.

"Is she okay?" she asked worriedly, but her husband nodded.

"Her yeah, but they lost Y/n on their last mission," he confessed, and Pepper almost fell apart, but Tony caught her before. "Hey, it's okay. We will leave in one hour, Morgan needs me to help her." he said, and the tall woman nodded.

In Ohio, Melina was on the couch in front of a picture of you. She took it when you celebrated your seventh birthday there, you pleaded for an entire week to convince your mom, but it was worth it; it was one of the best birthdays you had. Your grandma was too focused on your face in the picture to hear Alexei came back until he sat beside her and wiped a tear with his thumb. She looked at him, and she cried. He didn't say anything; he just let her use his chest for support.

After a moment, she raised her head and looked at the frame and at him, "They lost her." she said, and immediately placed her again against his chest. She didn't see it, but she felt it, the Red Guardian was crying as well.

"But how? I mean, we all know she's reckless and she's started a rebellious phase, but how can it be possible?" Pietro asked. He just came with his daughter, Luna, and with Yelena and Kate.

"You're sure you search everywhere?" the blond asked America. With all the time she lives here, her accent slowly fades like the twins'. The brunette just nodded, and everybody sighed. Kate sat next to Wanda and gently rubbed her back.

"It's okay, we will find her." she said. The brunette was always optimistic when it involved you, but for the first time she started to doubt.

'Morgan was in her lab, she was working on the last details for your new widow bite, when her phone rang.

"Miss. Stark, Y/n try to call you." Friday informed her, and the teen picked up the phone.

"Hey, Y/n/n, are you okay?" she asked, but you didn't reply; you just sobbed, and she immediately worried. "Y/n. What's happening?" she asked, more anxious this time.

"We fought again," you replied, and she sighed. "Can I sleep in the tower tonight?" you asked shyly.

"Yeah, of course. You know you don't have to ask; the door is always open." she replied.

"Thanks, Morgan." you said quietly.

"Always." she said, and after that she hung on. You were in front of the tower in less than ten minutes, and she greeted you with a tight hug while you sobbed against her chest. "It's really that bad?" she asked, and you nodded. She led you to the kitchen when you told her everything.

"I don't deserve them." you concluded your monologue.

"Don't say that you were just angry. I say awful things to my dad when I'm angry too." she reassured you.

"Yeah, but you never said that he didn't deserve to be a dad," you said, and you chocked with saliva at the memory of your mom's face when you said that. "I really hurt them this time. Most of anything or anyone. I'm sure they started to miss their time with the Red Room and Hydra when they didn't have to raise a girl like me." you added. Morgan stood up to hug you.

"Don't say that. We both know you don't mean it." she whispered to calm you.

"And if I mean it," you said. She tried to protest, but you stopped her. "You should see their faces. I'm a bad daughter." you added and started to cry again.

"Shh... Just go take a shower and sleep, and we will talk about it tomorrow," she said, and you nodded. You left the kitchen, and Morgan just stared at you. She started to think about a plan to cheer you up a little.'

Knocks on her door bring her back into reality. "Hey sweetheart are you alright?" Pepper looked visibly concerned.

Your best friend cleaned up the tears that fell because of the memory, "Yeah, don't worry, mom. It's just that... all this stuff, I don't know what to do." she admitted, and the tall woman received the message and hugged her.

"You'll find a way to bring her back like you always have since the last three years." her mother whispered in her ear. "I'll stay with Wanda; your dad should be here soon," the blonde woman informed her, and she started to leave but was stopped by the voice of the teen.

"Mom?" Morgan called her, and Pepper looked at her, "I love you." she said, and her mom smiled.

"I love you too."

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[Earth 616 - Avenger Tower, the next morning]

What's left of the Avengers was in the kitchen, where there was a tense silence. They were all reflecting on the previous night, when everything had happened so quickly. Some footsteps let them hear them and enter the room; it was Doctor Cho. "I finished patching up her wounds; I don't know how she could fight when she was stabbed in the abdomen. She's young but pretty strong." she said, and she picked something up from her pocket. "I don't know if you want this, but I think we shouldn't throw it." she added, and let the widow bite on the table. "I changed her clothes, and we moved her into the special room like you wanted. I'll leave, but I should be here tomorrow to check her injuries." she informed them and left.

All eyes were now on the weapon on the table. Only one question was on their minds: who are you? They exchanged looks before looked at the redhead. "So, nobody wants to talk about it?" Sam broke the silence.

"What do you want to talk about? That a mysterious girl found a way to enter the tower without alerting Friday? Or the fact that she wore the same clothes as Wanda? Or the fact that she has the widow's special weapon?" Tony asked sarcastically.

"And if we talk about the fact, she easily laid down five Avengers?" Bruce said, and everyone glared at him. "What? If I wasn't here, she would escape." he added.

"You knocked out a poor little girl." Bucky said.

"A girl who can knock out two super soldiers is not 'a poor little girl'." The big man said.

"Talking about it." Steve said, and everybody looked at him. "Do you know her, Natasha?" he asked, and all the men looked at her.

"Yeah, she fought like a widow," Sam added.

"No, she didn't fight like a widow." Natasha said, and they were confused. "She just fights like me," she added.

Bucky wanted to talk, but Friday cut him off. "Mr. Stark, Doctor Strange is here." she announced, and everyone was confused. Why would he come here suddenly. Tony didn't have the time to ask the IA why he was here before the sorcerer appeared in the room. But he was not alone; there was a boy in a blue and red costume and a girl with a jean vest; they knew the girl but not the boy.

"So, where is she, Spider-Man?" Strange asked without even acknowledging the other adults.

"We're happy to see you too, mister magician," the billionaire said. And, Strange finally noticed everyone.

"Nice to see you alive, Stark, but I thought Miss Romanoff was... you know?" he said, and Natasha just sighed.

"And who are they?" Steve asked while pointing at the two teens.

"I’m Peter—uh, I'm Spider-Man," Peter said.

"Oh, the little spider boy who plays the hero in New York." Sam said, and the other avengers looked at him. "What? You don't watch the TV." he added, and the boy nodded shyly

"And you?" Bucky asked the brunette girl.

"I'm America Chavez." she replied.

"Okay, but what are you doing here?" the blonde super soldier asked.

"The boy said someone wanted to talk to me, and this person should be here." Stephen explained.

"So, the little teen who broke into my tower and knocked out the two super soldiers was yours?" Tony asked, but the sorcerer frown his eyebrows.

"What, don’t you know her?" Natasha asked, and he shook his head.

"We didn't tell me her name, but if she's here, I assumed she was a new recruit." he replied.

Sam wanted to talk, but the IA spoke again. "Avengers, the mysterious girl is awake," she informed them. They didn't waste any time and walked to where you were. For everyone, you just looked lost in this room alone, but for Steve, something seemed familiar.

You looked at the group and noticed Strange, "Hey doc." You greeted him, and before he could reply, you noticed America, well, a young America. "Oh, I didn’t see that coming." you said, and the ones who were in Sokovia looked at you, shocked by your words. "O naiba, încep să vorbesc ca unchiul Pietro [Oh crap, I start to talk like Uncle Pietro]." you mumbled to yourself.

"What did you say?" Steve asked, and you looked at him. "What did you say before you spoke in another language?" he repeated.

"Oh that? Oh, it's nothing, don't worry. I say that sometimes when something happens. Mama says it's a family thing." you said, and you lowered your head at the memory of your mama.

Tony cleared his throat and brought you into reality. "I think we all want to know who are you and what you want." he said.

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Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mob violence, violence against reader (Not Bucky), mature themes, Brock Rumlow just as a person, guns, general mob fuckery, light alcohol use, slutty themes ( Minors DNI), Kidnapping, torture

Contains: Arranged marriage, fluff, some angst, femme fatale/boss bitch energy, strangers to lovers maybe? Happy ending

Word Count: 4.7k

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Summary: Bucky Barnes is the only person to treat you as human, despite your marriage being transactional. How will you react when he's kidnapped?

I do not nor will I ever give permission for my writing to be copied, pasted, reposted to other sites, or edited in any way shape or form. Seriously, just don’t.

A/N: I did not make the gif, and @vbecker10 inspired me to use it. Just look at him! Adorable, and so, so done with people's bullshit. If this progressed kind of fast, I'm sorry! I really didn't want to start another series, and I didn't want to publish something that was INSANELY long either. I love writing our Reader as someone who can handle herself, it makes me so happy. I hope you all can enjoy another Badass Reader fic!! (There will be a super slutty epilogue but I'm so ready for this to be out so the smut will appear in the next bit, but both pieces can be read on their own)

The door to your house was broken. Someone had kicked it in. You step over broken glass, finding every drawer ripped apart.

“James?” You called out to your husband. Silence was the only answer you received.

“Bucky??” Your voice was more desperate. You ran from room to room, only finding more destruction. Making your way into Bucky’s office last, you found his sitting corner smashed, with blood staining the carpet and upholstery. A broken cell lay on the ground – Bucky’s work phone. The picture of you and Bucky on your wedding day had been ripped out of its frame, the blade of a hunting knife stuck in the side table through the photo of Bucky, while your face had been scratched beyond recognition. There was no mistaking the message that the sender was intending. Though your marriage wasn’t traditional, James Buchanan Barnes had never made you feel like property. Your husband was the only person in your life that hadn’t treated you like a means to an end, like a bargaining chip or a high-ticket item, and he was missing. You pick up the cracked phone on the ground, managing to turn it on enough to get Steve’s number out of it. You dial, hang up after one ring, then call right back.

“Hey, Buck, what’s up?” You hear Steve’s jovial voice on the line.

“He’s made his move. Get Wilson and be here in 20.” Your voice was calm, but Steve could hear the icy bite.

“Y/N, sweetheart, I know this is tough but–”

“But nothing, Rogers.” You cut him off. “I know that I haven’t been involved in the business, but this is personal. 20 minutes. Wilson. Bring however many weapons you can carry.” You hung up, not waiting for a response.

Your marriage was transactional, you’d known that from the start. You’d been adopted by Rumlow Senior when your mother had passed, and been raised alongside his son, Brock. At least, that’s the story the Public knew. You had been part of your mother’s efforts to pay off her debts to the Rumlow Mafia family. Your father had passed from massive medical complications – you didn’t know a lot of the details, you had been too young to understand and no one had ever given you much to go on past that – and your mother had borrowed money from the Rumlows to help pay for his treatments. There wasn’t money to pay back her loans, so she paid them back the only way she could. Your mother had become the infamous Mafia fixer known as Lady Death, and you had been sent to live with the Rumlow family at age five as insurance. She had been legally dead since you were adopted by the Rumlows, but your mother had been killed for real on an assignment when you were seventeen. After over a decade with the family, Rumlow Senior had made you a deal. Keep playing the role of his adoptive daughter, and you would be kept safe. When you were twenty one, you were given a choice. Rumlow Senior would be stepping down as head of the Rumlow Family that year.

“But why would you pick me?” The question hung heavy in the air of Rumlow Senior’s office.

“You have been raised in the Family just as Brock has, Y/N. You are every bit as ruthless as my biological son, and I have complete faith that you would make the right decision for the future of the family whenever the need arose. Unlike my son, however, you have a cool head on your shoulders. You do not jump at the chance for violence. You take the diplomatic route whenever possible, and leave none in your path when it is not.” You sat there in silence. This wasn’t a life that you had wanted. True, you had grown up learning alongside Brock in order to maintain the role of Rumlow’s Little Princess, but you hadn’t ever expected to be offered anything, much less control of the family.

“I . . . I don’t mean any disrespect, but what’s the other option?” Rumlow Senior crossed his arms. You knew that wasn’t the answer he was hoping for, but still, he responded.

“If you don’t step into the role of Matriarch, there will be a target on you. Your safest choice would be to marry the head of another family. Your husband’s power would both protect you and benefit our family.” You chew on your lower lip and nod slowly. There was no leaving this life behind for you, not if you wanted to live past the age of 25.

“If I really do get a choice . . . I would rather the marriage.” You took a deep breath, collecting your thoughts. Rumlow Senior watches you, a pensive expression on his face. “You’ve been an amazing father to me, both before and after my mother’s . . . Passing . . . but this life. . . it isn’t for me. I don’t want any hand in the lifestyle that killed my mother.” You couldn’t stop the bite from sneaking into your voice during your last sentence. Rumlow Senior nodded slowly.

“As much as it pains me to admit, this life has not been kind to you. I’ll put out the notification to other families and see who we may ally ourselves with. You’ll always be a part of this family, Princess, even if you weren’t born into it.” He gave you a gentle smile. The old man had always treated you carefully and stated that your mother’s debt wasn’t yours to carry, but you’d overheard conversations behind closed doors. An arranged marriage had been in the cards for almost a decade now. You weren’t a part of the family, you were a business asset that he wanted to keep compliant. If nothing else, at least the marriage would get you out.

Several offers had been made. It seems the Romanoff Matriarch liked women, and the Pierce empire also put in a bid for his youngest son. The one that surprised you the most, however, was James Buchanan Barnes. His was a family made of people who didn’t have a home, jokingly called The Lost Boys by Brock and his lackeys. While he had no family power, he was indisputably powerful.

“So which one do you think, Princess? Any of these would make great allies for our family. That Romanoff girl is quite a catch, she’s got fire in her.” You put on your best business mask, looking over the files.

“Yeah . . . She is pretty great, but the Romanoffs only control most of the upper East side. We have the South, which is almost double the size of the upper East. The smartest choice is Barnes. His White Wolf family controls the North and the parts of the East that the Romanoffs don’t.” You close the folders and lay them on the desk. “First choice is Barnes, second choice is Romanoff, and third choice is Pierce. He’s always given me the creeps though.” Rumlow Senior smirked, impressed with your choices.

“Spoken like a true businesswoman. Let’s have a wedding!”

Within the next two months, you and Barnes were married.

“Please sit still?” You kept dabbing the medical wipe on his bloodied knuckles despite the mobster’s squirming. “I know it stings, but you did this to yourself. Besides, are you gonna sit here and tell me that you can punch a man multiple times, but you turn into a toddler when I have to clean a cut?” Barnes kept looking down, his face forever brooding. He didn’t answer, but did still his hand. “There. Was that so hard?” You busied yourself putting away the first aid kit.

“You aren’t comfortable around me, are you?” His statement caught you off guard and your head snapped up to look at him. His expression was relaxed. This wasn’t the kingpin that had just beat information out of a Pierce Empire lackey. He sighed, rolling his shoulders. “I don’t think a lot of people would be, especially witnessing what you just did . . . I’m sorry you had to see that.” You chew on your lip and Barnes continued. “I know you were raised with the Rumlows, and I guess I just assumed that you’d be used to seeing that sort of thing.” He paused, waiting for your response, but seemed genuinely taken aback when you started to giggle.

“You think I’ve been distant because of a little violence? James–”

“Bucky,” he interrupted. “Please, call me Bucky.” A soft smile breaks through your mask.

“Bucky,” you corrected. “I’ve done worse than that to Rumlow thugs when they failed to follow my father’s orders. I wasn’t shielded from any of it. In fact, I was even offered control of the Rumlow family. I turned it down. Given the choice, I’d rather not be the cause of violence, but violence doesn't bother me ”

“Then what does?” His eyebrows knit together in confusion, and you sit across from him on the tile floor

“About the beating or the relationship?”

“Uuhh . . . both, I guess?” You’d never heard Barnes sound so unsure. It was refreshing, even endearing to a degree.

“I’ve been treated like a bargaining chip since I was little. First, my mother, then my adoptive father on multiple occasions. Our marriage was just another business deal to him, and I didn’t think you’d want a clingy business deal. You get alliance with the Rumlows, and I get to keep my protection. I don’t see a reason to complicate things.” Bucky was quiet for a few moments.

“And the beating?”

“Oh, that one’s easy. It’s really hard for someone to give you information if you don’t give them a break in between blows to answer your questions. Seriously, that’s basically mafia 101.” Bucky burst out laughing at your cheeky response. People didn’t usually talk to him like that, they were all too afraid.

“I’ll give you that one, Doll,” he stated as he regained control of himself. He stared at you, taking in your every feature. After a few moments, you broke the silence.

“You’re thinking something, Bucky. What’s on your mind?”

“I’m thinking that I’d like to make this relationship a little more complicated . . . what about you?”

You had kept your own room, but from then on things with your new husband just seemed . . . easier. You spent most of that night talking about how you really came to be a part of the Rumlow family, and how you had opted for marriage because it was the closest thing to your own life that you’d ever have. In turn, Bucky began to open up about his past. How working for other groups had landed him with a metal left arm and a distrust of most people. How his time as a fixer had caused most people to fear him, and therefore avoid him. He didn’t really have friends outside of Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson, and they both worked for him. You got the sense that he chose to have his marriage arranged because he thought it was easier than the alternative for someone like him.

“You know . . . you don’t have to be alone.” You had told him one night.

“And what do you mean by that, Doll?” He had questioned you, raising an eyebrow as he set down his bourbon glass.

“You say you’re alone because people are afraid, but that’s not completely true. You can’t fool me, Buck. I was raised with the potential to do the job you do. You aren’t alone because people are afraid, but because you don’t give them the opportunity to not be.” Bucky was quiet, but watched you with a fascination. You place your drink on the side table and lean forward. You’d come to enjoy the nights that you and Bucky would just sit and talk. It was a welcome escape from the monotony of everyday life and the drain of keeping up social appearances. Both of you were relieved when you could drop the masks and the roles that you were each expected to play and just exist with another person who didn’t judge you. Who didn’t hold any expectations apart from honesty. Your husband takes another sip, trying to hide the smile that played across his face.

“And what would you suggest I do instead, Sweetheart?” God you loved the intensity of his gaze, and as he ran his tongue over his lower lip, you decided that you were feeling brave. You stood, sauntering over to him. Bucky leaned back in his seat, setting his drink down and allowing you to lean over him, your lips brushing his neck.

“Ask.” That singular word whispered in his ear broke Bucky’s self control. His right hand flew to your neck, pulling your lips to his. You felt the cool metal of his left hand pressing into your thigh as he slid your skirt up, allowing you the mobility to straddle his lap. You press yourself against him as you whine, desperate for his touch. You didn’t sleep much that night, being pushed to the edge over and over and over, only to be brought back without release. Bucky loved watching you struggle. He loved your willingness to fight, and he wanted to watch as the fight drained from you and you submitted to his will. He knew you had been playing the roles expected of you your whole life so here, behind closed doors, he would earn your submission, not demand it. You would choose when you broke, but once you did? Bucky was going to ruin you, and he was going to savor every moment

After that night, you rarely slept in your own room. Your marriage was transactional, no one could deny that. Through the years, however, it had become so much more. You became one of the most powerful couples in the city, though you still kept your distance from the world of crime. Your diplomacy was unrivaled, but one night, that all came crashing down.

Your brother, Brock, had taken the role of Rumlow Patriarch when your father stepped down. For years, Brock’s temper had been controlled by your father’s background guidance. That all changed the night Rumlow Senior passed away. You attended the funeral, of course, but he passed suddenly. Bucky was out of town on a business trip and unable to make it back in time for the event. You passed along his condolences to Brock, but Brock took your husband’s absence extremely personally. Without the watchful eye of Rumlow Senior, Brock Rumlow’s true nature shone through. Brock was a loose cannon. His temper was unmatched, and his ego caused him to completely disregard the rules that every other family played by. For months after the funeral, the street thugs under your brother’s command ran rampant. They overstepped boundaries and lines of control held by other families as well as started fights wherever the opportunity arose. One night, they went too far. Three of Bucky’s new recruits had been carried back to the office after your brother’s thugs beat them almost to death. All they had done was refuse to leave the bar that they were already drinking at when the Rumlow thugs showed up, stating that the two groups could co-exist. These were just kids, barely old enough to even be IN the bar, and with six men versus the three kids, it was a massacre. Adding insult to injury? That bar was on White Wolf property and owned by Steve Rogers, one of Bucky’s right hands. Bucky had come home fuming that night. You talked him down from murdering your brother on the spot. You had no love for your brother, but murder would result in an all-out war. You spent the better part of the night with Bucky, Sam, and Steve readying yourselves for several outcomes. The following night, Bucky went to have a civil meeting with Brock, Mob Boss to Mob Boss about the behavior of his subordinates. Steve and Sam went on patrol hoping to stop another encounter, and you went to meet with Natasha Romanoff, the Matriarch of the Romanoff family. If this all went south, you would need an ally in order to take your brother in an all out war.

So that’s how you got here. Standing in your husband’s office surrounded by the aftermath of a ransacking. Your shoulders fell back and your chin lifted. If Brock wanted a fight, you’d give it to him. Brock may be the head of the Rumlow Family, but with Bucky currently indisposed, you were the head of White Wolf. Time to show him what his Little Sister was capable of when someone threatened her family. You headed straight to your room. If you were going to be acting as the White Wolf Matriarch, then you should look the part. You slide into your black business leggings. They look like skinny cut pants, but provide enough flexibility for you to move. A flowy black blouse pairs nicely, accompanied by several gold accessories. You favored rings and necklaces, but added a couple cuff bracelets for good measure. Your knee high riding boots with the steel toe inserts were pulled from your closet. Your winged liner was sharp enough to stab a man was accompanied by a dark lip and perfect brows. Finally, you swept your hair up into a sleek high ponytail. You take one look in the mirror, and your appearance plus the cold hearted look in your eyes made you smirk.

“The bitch is back,” you thought to yourself. You pulled a duffel bag out from under your bed. You hadn’t much from your mother, but you did keep her favorite set of knives. They were well known as the choice weapons for Lady Death, and that fear could serve your purposes. Strapping the wrist holsters to each wrist, you frowned. This blouse was nice, but it didn’t hide the knives well enough for your liking. . . You slipped several more into your boots as you heard Steve’s car pull up. You turned to rush out the door when you paused. One of Bucky’s black suit jackets was draped over the chair by your door. It was far too big for you to wear, but if you draped it over your shoulders . . . You tried it out in the mirror. It worked, hanging off your shoulders like a cape. The extra fabric also provided the cover to your wrists needed to conceal your wrist sheaths better. You grab your phone and head down the stairs to meet Steve.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think this is a good–”

“Well, then it’s a good thing your job isn’t thinking right now, Rogers.” The blatant interruption caught both men off guard. “You’re going to listen carefully because I’m only explaining this once. The story you’ve been fed about the Rumlows taking me in out of the goodness of their hearts is complete and utter bullshit. My mother worked off her debt to them, and I was kept as collateral. She taught me a lot of what she knew. I was raised as a Rumlow and was offered control of the Family because of my brother’s inability to control his temper or play by the rules. You can either do what I tell you, or you can explain to Mr. Barnes when we return why you didn’t accompany me. Are there any questions?” Whether it be the lack of emotion in your eyes or the ice in your voice, you didn’t know, but neither man argued. Wilson was the first one to speak up.

“ . . . Who’s your mom?” You look Sam dead in the eye, smirk, and with a flick of your wrist you impale one of the knives in your wrist sheath in the ground between his feet. Both Sam and Steve go pale with recognition.

“My mother was Lady Death.”

The Door to the interrogation room blew inward. C4 was such an amazing toy, you were so happy that Sam kept a stash. Hands in your pockets, you step over the twisted remains of the door, the dust settling at your feet. Immediately you hear the click of guns, but that only pulls a sadistic smirk to your face.

“Hello, boys. For those of you who don’t know who I am: look to your elders. For those of you who do: Run.” It was your brother's right hand and childhood friend, Justin, who spoke first.

“Y/N, didn’t expect to see you join the party.” He swaggered up to you, full of confidence that only an upper class white man could possess. He loomed over you, and you weren’t sure if he was trying to be sexy or intimidating. Neither was a good look on him. “What’s your problem, princess? Did we break up your little game of house?” You look up at the taller man, not budging an inch.

“Oh not at all, champ, I just thought I’d give you and your little friends a chance to play in the big leagues. Only three of them? Shouldn’t be much work.”

“Hey, Lady, I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but –” Justin interrupts him before you have the chance.

“That’s Barnes’s wife, dumbass. She’s the Boss’s adopted sister, and the last person you wanna piss off.”

“She don’t seem so scary, all of her power comes from other people! Why should I–”

“You’d be well to listen to your superiors, or haven’t you learned that yet?” The ice in your voice stopped the newbie dead in his tracks. You stalk towards him, eyes fixed. “Let’s give you a family history lesson, hmm?” You had the undivided attention of all four of the Rumlow thugs. You just needed to keep it that way long enough for Steve and Sam to work into position. You stopped in the dead center of the room “ Justin, how many years ago was Lady Death’s final kill?”

“Uuhh . . . five years? Just before you married Barnes.”

“Good Boy,” you purred, working as much condescension into your voice as you could manage. “And how many years ago did my mother die?” As he did the mental math, Justin began to shift uncomfortably.

“ . . . Seven . . . no, Nine? Nine years ago . . .” As the dots started to connect, the realization began to show on each man’s face. Your smirk grew to a full-on sadistic smile.

“Let’s try this again, gentlemen. Whether or not you know who I am, it’s too late. I’m Lady Death.” The tension is palpable in the air as the newbies eye you, then the door, as if evaluating their chances, but your backup was already in position. From the rafters of the building, four shots rang out. You’d ordered Steve and Sam to aim to kill, but you hadn’t bothered to check their handiwork, simply stepping over the bodies and making your way towards the last door that stood between you and your brother.

The door creaked open, and your rubber soles thudded against the concrete with each step you took. No matter how hardened to violence you were, you had never cared about any of the people on the receiving end of your violence. No matter how hard you tried, nothing could have prepared for the sight that met you on the other side of that godforsaken door. Bucky was sat in a metal chair. His arms were tied behind his back, and a gag was stuffed in his mouth. His white dress shirt had been discarded, and his undershirt was torn. The bridge of his nose was cut, and someone had busted open his left cheek. Dried blood still caked his skin. The moment he saw you, his eyes filled with fury. He fought against his restraints, almost toppling the chair.

“Aaaah, Y/N, nice of you to join us! Can’t have a party without Daddy’s favorite kid,” Brock spat at you. You study your brother, willing your face back to neutrality.

“You know just as well as I do that that isn’t true, Brother mine.” If your calm demeanor threw Brock off guard, he didn’t show it.

“Well, Sister mine, your husband here had the audacity to tell me how to run my people, after refusing to even honor our father. Our father who spoke of him like the Golden Son just for marrying the whore who wormed her way into my life!” By the end of his statement, Brock was screaming. He took a moment and regained his composure.

“Do you really think that was a good move?” As you questioned Brock, you walked over to a spare folding chair. You let the jacket fall from your shoulders, draping it over the back of the chair.

“I can make whatever move I want. Dad may have taught you everything you know, but he taught me everything he knew. That’s the difference here, Wendy. That is what you are, aren’t you? The Wendy to his pathetic troupe of Lost Boys.” Locking eyes with him, your smirk returns.

“See, that’s where you’re wrong, Brock. Dad isn’t the only one who taught me things. My mother lived here too, remember?” Brock’s eyes narrow, tracking you as you slowly close the distance between you and him. “How do you explain the kills on Lady Death’s roster after my mother passed, hmm? Think about it.” You could see the gears turning in Brock’s thick skull before he shook his head.

“You lying bitch, you’re trying to play on my nerves. You turned down this job because you weren’t capable” You interrupt, starting to slide one of your knives from the wrist sheath into your hand.

“I turned that job down because I wasn’t interested. Never mistake my disinterest for being incapable.” You flick your wrist, your knife landing squarely in the meat of Brock’s shoulder.

He lunged at you, and the only thing you could focus on was the exchange of blows. He was a lot faster than you’d anticipated, and you were fairly evenly matched. You registered the pain of his blows connecting multiple times, but you pushed it down and attempted to return the favor. Suddenly, you felt his fist connect with the side of your face, then an arm wrapped around your waist. Brock spun, throwing you across the room. You hit the wall with a sickening smack, the wind being knocked from your lungs. Your brother slowly started stalking towards you. He was breathing heavily and wiped the blood from his upper lip as he walked, never taking his eyes off you. Brock grabbed your jaw, dragging you upwards, and you did the only thing you could think of. You slipped a knife out of your boot, and jammed it into him on your way up. Both you and him fell, Brock’s head hitting the ground with a sickening smack. You hauled yourself up, steadying yourself against the wall. You grabbed your brother by his hair, yanking his head up.

“You’re a fucking disgrace to this family and all that Dad stood for.” You paused, spitting out the blood that was pooling in your mouth.

“What the fuck happened??” You heard Sam shout as he and Steve finally caught up. You looked from your brother to Sam, steeling your gaze.

“Change in management,” you stated. “Send out a notice. Due to extremely reckless behavior that nearly started a war, Brock Rumlow has been removed as Patriarch of the Rumlow family. Its territories and personnel will be merged into White Wolf. Any concerns can be taken up with Lady Death.”

You turn your attention to Bucky, picking up one of your discarded knives to cut the ropes and gag off of him.

“Doll, that has got to be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.” Your satisfaction definitely showed on your face. After taking a moment to catch your breath, you pick the discarded suit jacket off the back of the folding chair and hand it to Bucky, leaning on him for support. Bucky pauses, glancing between Steve and Rumlow.

“Bring him back to the office. We’re not going to be done talking for a very long time.”

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all444miles · 1 year

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songs that remind me of atsv characters! (series)

summary: just me saying what artists atsv characters would listen to, songs by said artists that js scream "(character)", albums, and lyrics that just make it make sense, yk?

warnings: pretty small spoilers, i suggest you watch the movie before reading this, of course!

a/n: i'm not proofreading this, so there might be some spelling mistakes. sorry if you see any, but enjoy! i also don't expect this to blow up, but reblogs r appreciated! (i will make a pt.2 if this gets enough attention, btw)

miles morales (1610)

miles to me seems like a future, frank ocean, kendrick lamar, steve lacy, PARTYNEXTDOOR, brent faiyaz/sonder and a lil sza, cuz lets be fr, its sza, kinda guy. he's the kinda guy to love music for the meaning, as long as its got a good beat to it. now, song wise?

solo by future, for sure. you can just listen to it and be like "yeah, thats miles." especially the lyrics, "i been solo now, i've been goin solo now". reminds me when he says "nah, ima do my own thing" in the movie.

her way by partynextdoor. this song feels like a song he'd play while he's drawing (coughs, drawing gwen for the 70th time) the lyrics, "She wasn't on a roll, now she roll with a winner" reminds me of gwen n miles cuz at first, when they met, it was kind of just the two of em, but now she's out with the spider society (well, she was) with hobie and patvir, "rollin with winners."

miles + brent faiyaz = perfection. needed portrays miles when he finds out about his friends' betrayal perfectly. "you and your friends, rammed my name to the ground." makes you think about the scene where he realises they knew what would happen to his father all along.

infrunami by steve lacy. ive seen this on tiktok too many dayum times not to include it lmaoo gwen and miles. every word of that song screams gwen and miles, but esp "can you come back to me? cuz I was blind to see that you were right infront of me." just remember that scene where miles was upside down infront of gwen and moved closer to kiss her but didnt cuz he was invisible? yeah, those exact lyrics match that exact moment and we ALL know it!

Let 'em know by bryson tiller. Ian even gonna go into the details but we all know why. "mf im him" (miles is him and always will be fr)

long time - intro by playboi carti. i also will try not to go tm into details but "i aint felt like this in a long time, i aint had shit in a long time" cuz miles hasn't had that "its me, myself and i (corny ik)" kind of vibe in a while. and "i'd rather die before i come in last" but think of it in a sense than he'd rather die than stand back and let his dad pass.

this is how it feels by d4vd and laufey. no explanation needed (ive js been talking tm), gwen and miles and their relationship

open arms by sza! i also think this song really reminds me of gwen and miles but miles' character overall, yk? gwen and miles primarily because "i gotta let you go i must, you're the only one that's holding me down." that "goodbye gwen", the look on his face while he says it and those lyrics make alot of sense together.

and yk what? loveeeeee song by rihanna, cuz why not.

i'm not gonna go too much into details with this so album wise:

sonder son by brent faiyaz

sos (slightly) by sza

starboy and after hours by the weeknd

DAMN. by kendrick lamar

petals to thorns by d4vd

call me if you get lost by tyler, the creator

her loss (coughs, spin bout U) by drake

a/n 2: and, thats all! i hope y'all enjoyed these hcs and found them accurate, as i said ill make a pt2 if this gets enough recognition! see ya'll soon <3

©all444miles 2023

- likes, comments, asks, n reblogs are rlly appreciated ! <3

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sequinsmile-x · 1 year

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Hey!

I was wondering, would you ever consider writing a fic where Aaron and Emily experience a miscarriage but where Aaron’s feelings are shown? Because in most fics that I’ve read about pregnancy loss, it always focuses more on Em’s feelings, which is understandable as it impacts her the most (and I know in real life, it is always harder for the mother)

But I feel like it would be nice to explore Aaron’s feelings because I just know he would try to hide how he feels and how upset he is to support Emily because he knows she needs it and that she needs him to be strong for her. But I would love to see Aaron finally showing his feelings about the situation and him showing his vulnerable side to Em and how heartbroken he is about the situation and Emily maybe comforting him

hiii bestie!! Of course <3

Also, when I wrote this I realised I rarely write about Aaron being emotional like this, so it's a little outside of my comfort zone. I really hope it's in character and would love to know what you all think!

-x-

Lost at Sea - Part Two

He feels an all too familiar sensation wash over him, the sense of relief that everything was ok quickly turning into sadness, the reality of what they had lost earlier in the year finally hitting him in full force.

-x-

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: Major themes of miscarriage

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

He’d always been told that he was emotionless. That he was too serious. His stern expressions and practicality often mistaken for lack of care, and it had become an easy mask to hide behind, the truth buried deep within his chest under lock and key. A type of self-protection that had saved his life countless times.

It was something he’d learnt to do when he was young, his father's rage dissipating whenever he saw he wasn’t getting a reaction out of his young son, and it was far too late to undo it now. It was automatic, something as easy as breathing, and most of the time Aaron wasn’t even aware he was doing it.

It used to drive Haley crazy, especially when they argued. She’d always been prone to reacting sharply, her emotions getting the better of her as she said things she’d later apologise for, her frustration at him only increasing as he kept his cool. His voice and facial expressions even as he tried to explain his side. He wished every day that it hadn’t taken her dying for him to finally let it all out. His anger coming out in his fists as he beat Foyet beyond recognition. His love escaping in the tears that landed in her hair as he held her. The guilt he still felt to this day driving him to raise their son as she would have wanted.

Emily was much more similar to him when it came to her emotions. She compartmentalised so well that it put his ability to do so to shame. Their childhoods were vastly different, but their outcomes had been the same - both of them afraid to express their emotions in case there were consequences. It was something that had initially made them friends. The fact they understood each other more deeply than the others could, well aware that what someone else might mistake for coldness was merely a defence mechanism born out of circumstance.

It meant that they trusted each other and confided in each other. Each of them willing to crack their own facades just enough for the other to peek through.

When they got together, his support for her after she returned from Paris slowly morphing into more, any pretence that they weren’t each other’s safe space fell away. They looked after each other. They never pushed each other. And they loved each other in the way that they had both always deserved.

He feels his wife squeeze his hand and it drags him out of his thoughts. He smiles encouragingly at her from his seat next to the bed she was laying in. She smiles back, although it shakes, her anxiety written all over her face.

“Everything will be fine no matter what, ok?” He says gently, his eyes flicking over to her doctor who was sitting patiently on Emily’s other side.

Emily nods sharply and clears her throat, “Yeah,” she replies, her lips set in a firm line.

“Ok, Emily,” the doctor says, smiling kindly, “Would you mind lifting up your shirt and we’ll have a look at your baby.”

Emily does as she’s told with the hand that isn’t clasped around his, her pants already unbuttoned and loosened, “At least I get to keep my pants on for this one,” she jokes, her voice shaking.

Aaron chuckles lightly and the doctor joins in, “It was still very early when I saw you a few weeks ago, baby should be much bigger now,” she grabs the bottle of gel, “This will be cold.”

He watches as his wife doesn’t even flinch as the doctor squeezes the gel onto her skin. Emily’s eyes are fixed on the ceiling, staring straight up as she breathes out a slow breath.

It had been 8 months since her miscarriage. At first, she’d been completely hesitant to try again having convinced herself that this was something that simply wasn’t going to happen for them. As she got more used to the grief that now had permanent residence in both of their chests, she started talking about it again as something they would do. A child of their own an inevitability, and the sense of hope that had surrounded them before the ultrasound that had changed everything slowly returned.

As soon as she fell pregnant again her anxiety returned in full force. He felt it himself. The grief and emotions he’d expertly pushed down and locked away since she’d lost the baby so he could look after her, threatening to break free.

It was her 12-week appointment, the same one where they had found out about the miscarriage last time, and Emily was as nervous as he had ever seen her. She couldn’t even hide it if she tried, her emotional control ravaged by pregnancy hormones and exhaustion, so any worries he had were pushed to the back of his mind as he assured her that everything would be fine no matter what happened.

“Let’s see what baby is up to,” the doctor says, and Emily closes her eyes, screwing them shut tightly as if she can’t bring herself to look at the screen. He raises their joint hands to his lips and kisses her knuckles, keeping his eyes on her as the doctor presses buttons, the clicking sound loud in the otherwise quiet room, “And there it is.”

It’s the happiness in her voice, a complete contrast to when she’d softly told them something was wrong last time, that makes them both look at her, both of them drawing in stilted breaths as they look at the screen.

“Is that…” Emily’s voice trails off, tears running down from her eyes into her ears, “It’s ok?”

The doctor nods and smiles at her, “Everything looks perfect,” she confirms, “And,” she flicks a switch and a loud wooshing noise that he recognises from when Haley was pregnant with Jack fills the room, “Everything sounds perfect too.”

Emily chokes on a laugh, the sound catching in her throat as she turns to look at him, her eyes shining, “The baby’s ok,” she chokes out.

He leans down to kiss her, the salt of her tears against his lips, and he smiles, breathing slowly as he pulls away.

“Everything’s ok,” he says, smiling at her, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she replies, looking back at the screen and addressing the doctor, “Can you print some pictures?” She chuckles, wiping her cheeks with her hand

The doctor replies, but their conversation fades out as Aaron continues to look at the screen, his eyes fixed on the flicker of the heartbeat of their baby. He starts to picture them, everything he’d thought about for weeks, months, finally coming into full focus. A little girl who was the double of his wife but with his temperament, or a little boy who looked just like him but was wild like his mother.

___

Emily groans as she wakes up, blinking to clear her blurry eyes as she sits up, totally unaware that she had fallen asleep on the couch.

“You are sucking the life out of me,” she murmurs, her hand pressing into her belly, “You’re totally worth it though. So just…stay where you are.”

The relief that everything was ok with the baby was palpable, thrumming through her veins ever since the doctor let them listen to the heartbeat. Emily knew that there was a long way to go, that she would still have days where the anxiety would feel overwhelming, but right now she was as happy as she had been in a long time. Joy and hope that she hadn’t felt since she was pregnant the first time easing the tightness in her chest that had been present for weeks. She stands up and stretches, chuckling to herself as her stomach gurgles. It felt as if she kept going back and forth between being so nauseous she couldn’t imagine ever eating again and being so hungry she could cry.

She currently felt the latter.

Jack was with Jessica and Roy for the weekend, a camping trip he’d been looking forward to, and they were finally going to tell him he was going to be a big brother when he got home. In the meantime, she was looking forward to spending time with her husband and planning out a future that had felt so far away only that morning.

“Come on, let’s go find Daddy,” she says, walking from the living room towards the home office where she knew her husband would be. The door is slightly ajar, light streaming out from under it, and she pushes it all the way open as she walks in, “Honey, can we go out for tacos? The baby wants…”

She drifts off as he comes into view, his head in his hands, his elbows on his desk, and a glass of whiskey that clearly hadn’t been touched next to him. He looks up as she walks in and his eyes are shining. He quickly wipes his cheek and clears his throat.

“You’re hungry sweetheart?” He asks, as if she hadn’t walked in on him crying, “We can-”

“What’s wrong?�� She asks, cutting over him, “What’s happened?”

Aaron sighs and clasps his hands on his desk, “I’m fine.”

She stares at him and crosses her arms over her chest, leaning against the doorframe, “You’re not fine. You’ve been crying.”

She could count on one hand the number of times she’d seen him cry. It was something he was rarely driven to. Unshed tears would make his eyes shine but never fall, something she knows was conditioned into him at a young age. A lesson he learnt from his father that he was desperate not to teach to Jack, both of them frequently telling the young boy it was ok to cry. She wracks her brain and tries to figure out what must have happened. They got home from the doctor’s office and settled on the couch for a while, both staring at the ultrasound photo that was still on the coffee table in the living room. She fell asleep and he must have slipped away to come here, weighed down by something he didn’t want to share.

Now that she thinks about it he’d held her a little closer than usual as they snuggled on the couch, his lips against her temple as they spoke about everything that was to come.

“Em-”

“We don’t keep things from each other,” she cuts over him, his denial clear on his face, “And we certainly don’t lie to each other.”

They have a silent standoff, staring at each other until he sighs again and looks down at his desk, “You’re right,” he says, clearing his through in a failed attempt to hide the way it shakes, “I’m sorry.”

Any annoyance she may have felt at him trying to keep something from her fades away, and her arms fall to her sides, as she watches him try to hold it together. “Aaron…” She’s across the room in a second, encouraging him to push his chair back just enough for her to climb into his lap. He holds her close, his arms tight around her, and she cups his face, a palm on each cheek as she makes him look at her, “What’s going on? Is someone hurt?”

“No,” he replies, shaking his head, “Nothing like that,” he assures her, leaning forward to press his forehead against hers. One of his hands slips around her waist and presses into her stomach, entirely covering the slight bump that had appeared, only obvious to the two of them.

It makes her frown and she pulls back to look at him, her thumb wiping away a tear. It clicks into place. The way he’d asked the doctor countless questions at the end of appointment, how he’d bought her every pre-natal vitamin he could and mentioned on the drive home that they needed to start cooking healthier.

“The baby is fine, Aaron,” she says, smiling reassuringly at him, “You heard what the doctor said. And you heard the heartbeat,” she adds, her chin trembling as she forces back her emotions, “Everything is fine.”

“It wasn’t last time,” he says quietly, tensing his jaw as tears fall from his lashline.

His words make her breath hitch in her chest, her body stiff against him as they wash over her. She tries to think desperately about that time 8 months ago when she first tried to act like she was ok before becoming so overwhelmed by the grief, by what they had lost, that she had almost drowned in it. He’d held her up, been the thing that kept her aloft when she couldn’t keep her head above water, and she feels awful that, beyond quiet conversations in bed, she never thought about what he had lost too. That he may have helped her to his own detriment.

“Aaron,” she exclaims, her vision becoming blurry with tears, “I’m so sorry.”

“God, Em, no,” he replies, shaking his head, “It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Not for the…the miscarriage,” she says, her voice wavering. It was still hard to talk about and she wondered if it would ever be easier. If having the baby she was currently pregnant with in her arms would make the loss of the one she never held any duller. She had a feeling it wouldn’t. “For not thinking about how you’ve been struggling too.”

“You were the one it happened to,” he says, almost sounding angry with himself as he furiously wipes the tears from his cheeks, “You were the one who was in so much pain you couldn’t sleep.”

“And you had to watch it,” she replies, smiling sadly at him, “Seeing the person you love in pain isn’t easy. And it was your baby too,” she rests her forehead against his and they both close their eyes, breathing each other in, “If I hadn’t…we’d have a baby by now,” she says, her breath catching on a sob, “It’s ridiculous because we’ll never know, but I thought it was a girl.”

“Me too,” he says, pulling back and looking at her, “And it’s not ridiculous.”

She smiles at him and rubs her thumb back and forth over his jawline, “Please talk to me about this kind of thing.”

“I didn’t want to upset you,” he says, tucking some of her hair behind her ear, “You were struggling and I didn’t want to add to it.”

She shakes her head at him, unsure how he could still think, after all this time, that his feelings weren’t important, “We look after each other. It’s what we do.”

He nods, “Ok,” he clears his throat, his chin trembling as more tears fall onto his cheeks, “You’re right.”

“I always am,” she quips, winking at him, smiling through her tears when he smiles back, “And everything is ok this time,” she says, taking his hand and pressing it on her belly, “The baby is the right size and is healthy and in 6 months-”

“The baby will be here,” he says, his smile shaking.

“Exactly,” she pulls him in for a hug, his head resting on her chest, and she holds him tight, her fingers running through his hair, “I love you so fucking much.”

“No swearing in front of the baby,” he jokes, his words muffled against her shirt, and she holds him a little tighter, showing her fake irritation without words, “I love you too.”

She pulls away and looks at him, “It’s going to be great.”

They share a smile, both thinking of all those months ago as they sat on their porch, the loss they had experienced the sharpest it had been, leaving an ache they weren’t sure would ever clear.

“Yeah,” he replies, pulling her closer as he kisses her, “It’s going to be great.”

-x-

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zirawrites · 2 years

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im feeling angsty.

lets set the scene for this react.

synth shaun one day, as an adult, is killed due to actions caused by the companion. it wasnt directly their fault, but it was because of something they did. brought home the wrong person, made a simple mistake. anything of the sort.

sole is completely broken and rage fueled.

"I gave you everything i had! My home! My heart! My possessions! Everything! And now...i dont even have my family. Get out of my sight."

the last time they see sole is at the funeral. they try to comfort them, but perhaps say the wrong thing at the wrong time. sole angrily leaves without a word.

It was an errant bullet. A one-in-a-million shot. Sole’s companion had aimed at a ghoul, but the bullet ricocheted off the metal beam and stuck right between Shaun’s eyes. He fell to his knees, a flash of recognition across his face, and then he toppled forward. Sole’s scream was drowned out by the ringing of the gunshot. The feral’s agitated howling. And the companion’s own heartbeat.

That was the memory that haunted them for weeks. It was wrong of them to attend Shaun’s funeral. They could tell by Sole’s expression; twisted and flushed and still so angry. But they had to apologize. They had to lift the heavy burden of hatred off Sole’s shoulders.

Cait: “Would ya just listen to my apology, Sole?!” Cait’s voice cracked at the end; a hollow sound that could have swallowed all the grief in the world and never been filled. “I loved that rascal like me own. He didn’t deserve what happened to him, but I fired that shot to keep him safe, not kill him.” She hugged herself against the chilling sting of regret. “Can’t you see that, Sole?”

Codsworth: “I waited 200 years, sir/mum!” Codsworth’s robotic voice rattled around his metallic body before resounding across the graveyard. It was laced with so much grief it made Sole wonder, for the briefest second, if Mr. Handys had physical hearts. And if they could break. “I waited 200 years for you and the young master to return. Why would I take him away from you? Why would I take him away from me?” Something inside him sputtered. Perhaps it really was his heart. “I love you both. So much, Sole. Please don’t leave me again.”

Curie: “Sole, wait!” Curie caught Sole’s wrist and gasped when her friend violently jerked away. Curie felt like she was somehow diseased, and her mere touch was pure poison. “I did not mean to harm young Shaun. Of course you know this, yes? Why won’t you talk to me about it? Why won’t you even let me make it right?” When Sole turned their back, Curie let out a guttural sob that caught them both off guard.

Danse: Danse was no stranger to grief. He had seen fellow soldiers fall in battle. And mourned his own identity after discovering he was a synth. But what Sole was going through was beyond anything he could comprehend. And it was because of his actions. He followed Sole across the graveyard, his pace a respectful distance behind. “There are no words I can say to bring your son back. He was a promising young man, and it’s my fault his story ended there.” Sole still walked ahead, but their legs staggered forward. Their hand wiped feebly at the tears on their cheeks. “Let me make it right, Sole. Tell me what I can do to ease your burden, and I’ll do it.”

Deacon: Deacon had done some horrible things in his life to earn him a nice, warm spot in hell. It was his past that got his wife killed, and his pure stupidity that took down Shaun. He knew whatever he said to Sole would never be enough. Hell, Deacon wasn’t even sure Sole would believe him. But he had to try. “Sole.” Deacon took off his sunglasses, hoping Sole saw the raw remorse in his pale blue eyes. “I can’t even begin to apologize. Maybe all my words are worth bullshit. But please... I just...” He sniveled; a cowardly sound befitting of a lowlife such as himself. “I didn’t mean to kill Shaun. It was an accident. I swear. I...” He had run out of words. Run out of truth. Deacon stared at Sole with a tearful gaze and hoped it was enough.

Hancock: Hancock saw Shaun’s shocked expression every time he closed his eyes. He smelled the blood running down his forehead when he inhaled chems. Felt the splatter across his face when it rained. Hancock couldn’t live the rest of eternity with that memory. He needed Sole to unburden him just as badly as Sole needed the relief themselves. “Sunshine, you know I’d never lay a hand on your boy. Shooting Shaun was an accident. One I’ve gotta live with the rest of my ghoulified life, ya dig?” He took off his hat and pressed it to his heart. “Don’t let Shaun’s ghost haunt the finite time we’ve got left together.”

MacCready: MacCready didn’t blame Sole for shutting him out. He had no idea what he’d have done if it was Duncan on the floor, bullet between his glassy eyes. He wasn’t even sure why he came to Shaun’s funeral, if not to absolve Sole of the guilt. And of himself, if it came to that. “I don’t even know what to say.” MacCready spoke to Sole’s turned back. His hat was clenched in his bloodless hands. “I know you hate me. I’d hate me too, Sole. But please... don’t let this turn you into what I became after losing Lucy. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone I love.”

Preston: Preston had been wracked with grief ever since accidentally killing Shaun. The Minutemen couldn’t get him to leave his quarters, and when he did it was with a bottle of booze in his hands. Preston had never turned to alcohol before, but he needed something to numb the pain. Give him liquid courage to face Sole one last time. When he approached them at Shaun’s funeral, his eyes stung with tears. He smelled of whiskey and the Wastes. “Sole...” Preston only got their name out before sobbing and falling to his knees.

Piper: Piper couldn’t imagine the hardship that would be forgiving Sole if they shot Nat. It was why she didn’t blame them for turning their back on her. Still, Piper had to apologize. She needed Sole to know it was an accident, and she had loved Shaun, and she still loved Sole. “Blue, I get it. I fucked our friendship up. I fucked your life up. But it was an accident. I swear on everything. I swear on Nat that I didn’t mean to hurt him. Please just... look at me.”

Nick: Nick had spent his whole existence saving strangers’ loved ones only to kill the son of his best friend. It was somehow ironic. Bitterly so. He went to Shaun’s funeral to pay respects, but also to apologize. “They don’t make men like your boy, Sole. You raised him well.” He lowered his hat in reverence. In shame. “I’m sorry an old synth like me ended the life of someone so promising.”

X6-88: X6 had felt like he killed Father himself. He had remembered when the original Shaun was a younger man. He’d been full of bright ideas; sometimes so enthusiastic about them that his cheeks flushed and he seemed high on nothing more than inspiration. Now both Shauns were dead, and X6 blamed himself for everything. “My apology isn’t enough. I know that, sir/ma’am.” X6 stood stoic next to Shaun’s grave. Sole wouldn’t meet his sunglasses. “It should have been me. Both times.”

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mad-c1oud · 8 months

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For the ask game, I'd be curious to know:

Share your favorite piece of dialogue

(Questions from here!)

OOOOOOOOOOO man this one is so hard holy shit

I think it's a tie among:

“Let’s start where that green bird starts: Apple! Also known as the best egg on this island, Pomme! So many say it like American ‘pom-pom’ but here, you say ‘pa’. It’s like ‘palm’, see,” Etoiles holds up Charlie's left hand and turns it so his palm is facing him,”just without the ‘l’,”- from fingers

2. "He's got jokes."- from immi

3. “I am my father’s son.”- from fingers

Reasoning below! Spoilers ahead:

For the apple scene with Étoiles, that one is special because it's something I learned from a friend who is practicing French. Charlie's panic attack in that fic is nearly word for word like one I had and remembering the French she taught me helped at the time. It's a "thank you" to her even if she'll never see the fic and a reminder to myself

I actually didn't think too much of this line until a commenter pointed out how much they loved it and that end section in general. Everything in that moment, all the sweet gooeyness, love and affection and fondness and safety wrapped up in three simple words... I say it to myself a lot now and it's thanks to the comment that it's become a favorite of mine

this line is the payoff of a lot of buildup. Charlie owning up to his mistakes, acknowledging that yeah, there is something to be said about sons becoming their fathers, but it doesn't have to stay that way. That yes, he fucked up. That he did become the thing he hated most. And with that recognition, there's growth Charlie goes through. It hurts too, because it's like he failed himself in becoming his father, a sad "yeah okay, fine, you were right all along". Resignation. There's just so much packed into that line and i hope it came through when reading

Sorry I couldn't choose just one!! I wrote so much ok....

#THANK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU for the ask :3 #soooooooooooooo many more I could have added ugh #mad box #mad ramblings

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amberjazmyn · 1 month

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butterfly effect🫶

pairing : mick schumacher x fem!reader

summary : the story of how astoria and mick schumacher met each other and then ended up falling in love and marrying each other.

warnings : none (cause i'm not ready to put little mick through my angst rollarcoaster yet)

a/n : this is another recycled one-shot but don't worry, my charles request has finally got some kick and words to it but it is now in the drafts because i had inspo and then it went away so this is what we're getting now!

fc : laila hasanovic <3

the wing of a butterfly brushed my cheek, stopped me from starting to cross the street.

astoria was on her morning walk through her hometown in denmark, when on her way home, the wing of a monarch butterfly brushed against her cheek, completely stopping her from the beginning of her crossing the street in front of her. she had just been getting coffee after an hour or two flight back from london before she needed to rush off into her denmark recording studio for her band, venus' new album, but, the butterfly brushing her cheek completely distracted her.

so you bumped right into me, actualisation of a theory maybe, baby, then you said sorry, i said the same.

startled by the butterfly, astoria and a cute boy just bumped right into each other. stepping back in shock and hoping that the person she bumped into wouldn't be mad, she apologised. yet, it turned out, the boy was thinking the exact same thing and, seemed to also be very apologetic for the incident.

"sorry!" they both said at the same time as the actualisation of what just happened hit the both of them

"i should have watched where i was going i..."

spilled my coffee, "oh, what a shame", said you'd buy one in exchange for my number and name.

"...oh, what a shame, i am again, so sorry for spilling my coffee on you!" astoria was flustered as she tried to fix her clumsy and fatigued mistake as the boy ended all her worries

"don't worry about it, i'll buy you a new one, in exchange for your number and name..." the boy was very clearly slick as astoria chuckled, nodding her head

"...oh, thank you so much and, of course, you can!" astoria smiled as she and the boy started to walk back in direction of the coffee shop that she had just left before the two of them collided with one another

writing down her name and number on a napkin that she managed to still have in her hand from the other coffee, she handed it over to the boy who smiled brightly, his gorgeous blue eyes sparkling.

looking down at the name and number on the napkin, the boy smiled, "hello, astoria, that's a lovely name for a very gorgeous girl. i'm mick, and honestly, don't worry about the coffee stain, i wore a black shirt for a reason, clearly!" mick giggled as astoria gulped, her eyes wide as she nodded her head, not sure whether she had already fallen in love with the man in front of her or if she was still horrified that she bumped into him all because of a butterfly

"hmm, yeah, clearly!" astoria hummed out as she gulped, trying to keep her composure as the two made it back to the coffee shop

after telling mick her order, he ordered it for her whilst astoria sat herself down in a far-off booth after recognising that just like her, the reaction he was getting from people around him. clearly meaning that like her, he had some sort of fame and recognition to his name, she knew that he'd want some privacy and turns out that she would also need it too.

the duo then got to talking with each other and found out a lot about one another. like they both were born in the place that wasn't their 'home country' (mick being a swiss born german and astoria being a greek born dane), they both come from very influential and loved families (mick being the son of f1 legend michael schumacher and astoria being the daughter of a famous opera singer) and they both drove mercedes cars.

the moment astoria finished her coffee, she was sort of sad that she'd have to be parting ways with her new friend, having to catch another flight but this time to london. it seemed as if mick thought the same thing before quickly coming up with a compromise to make the farewell a lot happier.

"...how about on friday at 6pm, i take you out on a date, on me, to make up for us having to leave in the next couple of seconds, you to switzerland and me back to london for the british grand prix?" mick smiles as astoria's face lights up in excitement as she nods her head

"you've got my number, schumacher, you know what to do," astoria, in a moment of confidence, winked and gave the blondie a kiss on the cheek, completely rendering him speechless as he was then left nodding his head

"uh-huh..." he mutters out as the two part ways, both of them smiling like high school kids as they both almost happily skip to their cars before going on about the rest of their highly busy days slightly happier than how they started them

one date turned to two, then four, then ten. "hello" turned to "never leave my mind again".

since mick asked astoria on that first date, it quickly turned to a second, then a fourth and then tenth. shortly after the tenth but in between the sixth and the seventh, was when mick fully knew that he was falling head over heels in love with astoria and astoria was falling head over heels with mick. on the tenth date however was when mick finally popped the question and that was when astoria really felt like maybe, that butterfly incident wasn't something that she wished hadn't happened when this is what she got in return.

"...this was a lot of fun, mick. i really did enjoy it, but, my one question is. how...how do you continue coming up with all these amazing date nights?" astoria smiled brightly as she and mick walked alongside each other, hands clasped together, which they had upgraded to very quickly, on their second date

mick smiled, his eyes looking at the ground as he blushed, "i...i just, i guess i just know what you like?" he said it as though it was a question which made astoria laugh which made mick giggle

"well, you clearly do as all these dates have included all of my favourite things that i did as a kid or a young teenager back in denmark. you're either a stalker, which i doubt or you just really have a spiritual connection with me and we're like, soulmates, that were destined to meet," astoria smiled contently as mick smiled too as he stopped the both of them in the middle of the road as it started to rain, which made the both of them laugh at how cliche this was looking

"i know this may seem cliche now that it's raining but, i...i really do like you astoria and, i don't just like you, i love you. it...it's as though we really are soulmates that were destined to meet and, i'm glad we did on that day that you spilt your coffee all over me because you got distracted by a butterfly's wing brushing your cheek *giggles*. i've honestly never felt the way i feel around you, like any other girl i may have just been named alongside. you...you make me feel safe and happy all the time. we're both considered as famous people yet, you don't use that to blackmail or use it against me when last-minute, we're not able to meet up because you know exactly what last-minute meetings and being an f1 driver like that are like. you don't get mad at me just because i was seen, god-forbid, with another person in a magazine, originally published at the very beginning of my racing career but republished just to get clicks and create drama. you don't care about the way i act or that i take my job very seriously. you don't care because you know me and have gotten to know me as just mick, not f1 driver mick or 'michael schumacher's kid'. i bloody love you astoria and i really would love it if you could never leave my mind again and be my girlfriend?" mick smiled shyly as astoria smiled brightly as she nodded her head and giggled

sighing loudly, mick smiled happily as he picked up his new girlfriend making her squeal, "oh am i so glad you said yes!" he breathed out as he spun the both of them around as they chuckled

"my love, this is cute and all but, now we're soaking wet from the swiss rain and we're still three blocks away from your car..." astoria trailed off, hating that she ruined the moment as mick giggled, shaking himself off like he was a dog, making astoria squeal

"...and?" he jokingly retorted back as if it wasn't a problem which made the both of them giggle hysterically as they didn't bother to get out of the rain

sometimes i sit in bed and think if that butterfly never made me spill that drink would you have found your way to me?

astoria and mick had just come back to their hotel room after their wedding ceremony and were still celebrating but not in the way some people may have been thinking they were. mick was pretty much fully asleep, his arm softly draped around his wife's chest as she was fully sat up, leaning against the headrest as she was heavily thinking.

clearly bothered that he wasn't cuddling his wife and sleeping with her, mick woke up and grumbled, "what are you thinking about love?" astoria chuckled at her husband's grumble as she smiled brightly

"us..." she trailed off as mick sat up as well, now fully awake as he shook his head in confusion at the fact that no context was given

"...context please babe, what do you mean you're thinking about us?" mick spoke slowly as astoria giggled, caressing her husband's cheek

"the fact that if it wasn't for that butterfly that made me spill my drink, would you still have met me? would we be laying here, together, right now, married as mr and mrs schumacher?" astoria explained as that really made mick think, would they be married right now if it weren't for that butterfly?

"well, that...that's actually a good question..." mick trailed off as he yawned and astoria giggled as she leaned on her husband, her eyes drooping as she also began to feel tired

the schumachers, after really thinking about how they met, found themselves falling asleep within moments as they slept and dreamt of their first meeting all over again as it was just that, a dream.

was it fate or the work of the theory clearly? you and i were meant to be so, the universe helped bring you to me and i'm thankful every night for that pretty butterfly!

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astoriaschumacher was it fate or the work of the theory, clearly? you and i were meant to be so, the universe helped bring you to me and i'm thankful every night for that pretty butterfly

all the time, mick and i are asked how we met and we always smile and laugh because, truthfully, the way we met was absolutely something you'd either read in a book or watch in a movie. so, the reason why we don't say it is because we genuinely think that people outside our families and f1 family won't believe us. but, here we are, here i am, finally explaining to you all how mick and i met. so, one day, in the year 2019, the day mick and i ended up meeting, i was walking back from buying myself a coffee because i had just come back from flying to london for a recording session with one of my bandmates to then have to fly to denmark to record with the other two but, was distracted by a beautiful monarch butterfly that brushed its wing against my cheek which caused me to forget to cross the street and bump into mick, spilling my coffee all over him. and, i know what you're thinking, and i honestly always think the same thing too but, i'm glad it happened because i am in absolute love with my husband and we were truly destined to meet and marry because we are literally soulmates. and yes, i also wrote a song about mick and i meeting called "butterfly effect (demo)" and whether it'll be rerecorded to be sung for me and the girls, i don't know yet but, i am releasing the demo edition everywhere this weekend which is something i'm so excited about so if you want to hear the song about the story of mick and i meeting, you will be very soon and both mick and i are very excited for you all to hear it!

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mickschumacher i love you schatz! i really do and i am so fucking excited for this new song demo to come out oh my god!

astoriaschumacher mickschumacher i love you most liebling and thank you, i'm glad you love it just as much as i do

estebanocon this is adorable and i cannot wait for the song to be released! you best believe i'll be the first to listen to it!

astoriaschumacher estebanocon aw, thank you estie bestie <3

landonorris i'm in love already and i haven't heard the song yet!

astoriaschumacher landonorris thank you lando!

maxverstappen1 okay, this excites me for reasons unexplainable

astoriaschumacher maxverstappen1 thank you maxie, i'm glad it excites you!

gina_schumacher my baby schumis <3

astoriaschumacher gina_schumacher ginaaaa <3

username mum and dad??

the day i met you, felt myself mend. "hello" turned to "never leave my mind again". now you sleep by my side and kiss my neck. and i thank the world for the butterfly effect

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mickschumacher the day i met you, felt myself mend. "hello" turned to "never leave my mind again". now you sleep by my side and kiss my neck. and i thank the world for the butterfly effect ❤️

happy release day to mrs schumacher's new gorgeous song "butterfly effect (demo)"! astoria, watching you go from just talking about the idea of you writing a songf about our love story and how we met was magical. then to see you actually produce it, record it and now release it has been an experience i truly would love if i got to do it all over again. sure, there was always a reason i was meant to be an f1 driver however, there's something so special about being in a recording studio whilst a song is being made. it was truthfully so special and i am so glad i was able to be a part of every single moment of it. i love you so much astoria and i am so fucking proud of you my special girl 🤍. everyone please go and listen to "butterfly effect (demo) and stream it!!!

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astoriaschumacher fuck i love you, husband!

mickschumacher astoriaschumacher i love you too, wife!

maxverstappen1 now this is too cute! the song is fucking amazing, astoria! kelly, p and i send our congratulations!

mickschumacher maxverstappen1 aw, thank you max! astoria really loves and appreciates you guys!

kellypiquet husband of the year! the song is a hit, i'm sorry but astoria is a fantastic songwriter, why doesn't she write for venus?

mickschumacher kellypiquet she has recently been writing for the band but, i can't reveal anything else

gina_schumacher just finished listening to butterfly effect and i am in love with it!

mickschumacher gina_schumacher aw yay! thank you for saying that gina, astoria will love you forever!

carlenevenus honestly this is the best song i've ever heard! excited for everyone to hear the songs that you've written for the band!

mickschumacher carlenevenus glad you girls think that too! and so am i, i cannot wait to hear the songs she wrote you girls in venus!

fan12 so proud of astoria and i bet you are just as much, mick!

mickschumacher fan12 oh absolutely proud of her

piperstewartvenus this. song. is. amazing!

mickschumacher piperstewartvenus thank you pips!

for the butterfly effect

fin

okay, i can't lie, i did love rewriting a fluffy recycled fic because i can't always be breaking your hearts every time i write a new fic! in saying that though, if you want me to write fluffier and even more suggestive fics, please do request it and i'll happily write it! because whilst i do love the occasional angsty fic, it can't be everything i write at this point haha!

#formula one #mick schumacher #fluffy #butterfly effect #laila hasanovic is STUNNING

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