“so much for identity keeping” — or an alt title: roo’s nighttime job
the grid caught roo in a different light, holding a different kind of instrument
a/n the title’s a bit ambiguous but bare with it 😭😭 (bare?? bear?? which one is it i genuinely dk)
thinking back, this is pretty bad so im sorry for that. still trying to get my mojo back.
THE KANGAROO(KIE) VS THE WORLD
“you think she actually hates us?”
the group of men were currently out and about exploring the night life. though, this time they decided to switch things up a little. instead of their usual glamorous clubs, they decided to go somewhere that offered live music. seb described it as ‘a change of pace’ and in return, lando said that his ‘age is getting to him’ (behind his back, that is).
the entire grid was there as they were all invited — except one.
“what? c’mon, why not?” lando made an expression of offense.
“not tonight. any other night is fine, but i already have plans. sorry, lan.” she shrugged before walking away towards where her car was parked.
that didn’t stop him from following her, though. the curly-haired brit fell in step right behind the shorter girl to—well, truthfully, beg.
“it’ll be fun!” he reasoned.
shaking her head, she stopped mid-step and faced the brunette, making him stop abruptly too.
“i’m sure it will. but i’ve had this plan since way before you probably planned yours.”
he pouted. she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his attempt.
“next time, lan. i promise.”
remembering the conversation had lando still coated with bitterness. “not surprised if she does.”
max couldn’t help but laugh at his friend’s bitterness. he tapped his back (to which surprised lando), “no she don’t. i’m sure she has her reasons.”
as if on cue, suddenly they hear a familiar voice booming through the speakers.
the men’s heads never turned so quick before.
“oh mY GO—”
max was quick to snap his hand over lando’s mouth. and, on cue, not a moment too soon—
“EW!”
the dutch man immediately removed his hand off of lando’s mouth and wiped it on the british driver’s clothes, all the while holding an (overdramatic) expression of disgust.
he glared at the man and continued to talk (grumble), “if she didn’t tell you — or any of us, for that matter. she probably has her reasons.”
lando blinked. “okay? so?”
“so…” daniel walked up behind his teammate and rested his hands on both sides of his shoulders, “we should sit back, quietly, and watch.” he paused, lando still thinking with furrowed brows, “she doesn’t have to know.”
lando’s face brighten up as he finally catched up. “ah, i see.”
“but don’t you guys think—”
immediately, the older german man stopped his miniature, “don’t even try, mick. you know it won’t work.”
mick was about to say something else when he was suddenly cut off by lando shushing everyone. eventually he gave up trying to reason with anyone and sat down (in the dark, might i add) with everyone else as the stage lightings start to turn on.
there on the stage stood roo on the (audience’s) right holding a sticker-drowned plain white bass guitar. on center-stage stood roo’s friend they knew as daisy-mae holding her own red and white guitar along with an unfamiliar face sitting behind the drums.
everyone was surprised to see the stage lights turn on to a bright neon pink-haired roo rather than her usual hair color.
she wore a sleeveless white top with a big star design in the middle of her chest and a leather skirt paired with a pair of black thigh-high boots.
“interesting…” muttered lando with his chin resting on his interlaced hands. all the while the younger german driver across him tilted his head in an unreadable expression.
next thing they knew a tune starts to play and to their surprise, the once alfa romeo driver turned band geek leaned in the microphone, “angel… with a gun in your hand…”
their jaws dropped at the sound of her voice.
“she can sing…?”
“…she has a life outside of driving?!”
everyone’s heads immediately to the young aston martin driver, all with the same judging expression.
at that, the canadian immediately jumped ahead to defend himself. “what? she’s new! that’s how i thought of all of you when we all first met!” he said defensively with his hands (and voice) going up.
but, in truth was, no one really knew who she was. the closest thing they’ve figured out about her personal life was daisy-mae. and she was way more quiet about it than roo.
compared to the rest of the grid, she was probably the most private person yet. they seem to know so much about her yet also none at all. whether it was because she was new and still hadn’t warmed up to them like that yet or that’s just the way she is and they just haven’t gotten used to it yet. they—the media—would often compare her to kimi but that would just be wrong considering they’re nothing alike besides being tight-lipped.
watching her in another element was a new and interesting experience for them. very interesting. some might even be confident enough to bet it against her racing career.
with furrowed brows, carlos whispers to his teammate, “you think she would ever leave racing for this?”
“we’re not that lucky, mate.” charles mumbled, then shrugging, “plus you’d actually think she would leave mick?”
their moment of entertainment and amazement was cut short when she followed along the lyrics that escaped her lips.
“go on, replace me… when you’re cravin’ something sweeter than the words i left in your mouth… go on and spit me out.”
she. was. shameless.
it was almost as if the girl on that stage was not the same girl they drove on the track with, the same girl they do press conferences with, the same girl that was their co-worker and on-track rival.
that theory only furthermored when she switched instruments with daisy-mae and took over the entire stage with her presence, rocking her own solo riff.
they were seriously doubting this was the same girl as the kangaroo’s grid.
when the last notes were strung and the music died down, the girl walked over to the mic stand that once was occupied by her friend.
she started, “hi, everyone.” she was slightly out of breath — not surprise there — “we are: talking excessively. i’m your bassist slash occasional guitarist: autumn rolfe,”
the men collectively furrowed their brows in confusion, sharing glances with each other with words unspoken.
sure they doubted the rockstar was their co-worker and friend but they knew for sure it was roo. and that was not her name.
“joined by my beloveds—camellia gray,”— she pointed at daisy-mae —“on the guitar holding my bass, and finally our drummer rocky dilltogas.” she pointed at the unfamiliar new character — probably not his real name either after seeing a certain pattern.
strumming a few strings, the girl then continue speaking, “for this next song… i’ve begged and begged dai– cami for so long for us to perform this song. lucky yous, this was the night she finally agreed.” she smiles as she exchange instruments with daisy-mae—or ‘camellia gray’ as she said—once more.
then, an all-familiar tune starts playing. one that completely confirmed her identity.
“stacy, can i come over after school?”
a couple of more songs later (all the while the group of men continue to question their judgement) and the band bid their farewell after finishing their last song.
it was the three past rookies to show themselves — under the light that the girl would definitely notice them.
they saw as the blood draining from her face when she noticed their giggling faces. oh how she hated those three.
roo immediately said an awkward ‘thank you’ hurriedly and basically sprinted off to the backstage, leaving her two bandmates in confusion.
that is, until her best friend spotted the three giggling men. they waved at her happily, feigning innocence as her face dropped knowing exactly that they were the reason.
behind the stage, roo was still in shock, standing like she’s seen a ghost until her bandmates walked over to her.
daisy-mae was the first to walk over to her, a hand on her friend’s shoulder, “it’s fine.”
“i’m going to kill them.” she replied, her expression unmoved.
“i mean that’s one way to do it—”
“what happened?” asked the drummer.
before any of them could explain to him, they were interrupted by said explanation as they all approached them.
her face was almost in a permanent expression, hardening when she saw the three demons that held complete malice in their eyes when instead she was surprised with showers of compliments by her older co-workers.
but still, that didn’t stop the rest from existing and taking the big chance of absolutely mess with her. they would never give up the opportunity to pull a reaction from roo.
“so, autumn rolfe, was it?” george smiled happily with his arms crossed.
“shut up.”
“i think i’m co-workers with your sister: spring.” snickered alex.
“funny. anythin’ else?” she deadpanned.
“yeah—”
but before the mclaren driver could say anything, roo had already had her fingers clasped on his ear—cutting off his shits and giggles.
“what the hell! i haven’t said anything, why didn’t you do it when these guys were talkin’!” he complained.
“you’re the nearest one.”
“you and i are exactly the same distance as you and alex!”
“yeah, but he’s a whole electric pole, you’re a gremlin.”
“just say you hate me the most.”
“i hate you the most.”
he rolls his eyes, grumbling, “you’re not my favorite either.”
“lying? really? you know that’s my thing, right?”
their bantering was interrupted when roo heard her name being called. she turned around to see her bandmates standing behind her with another new presence with them.
her eyes widen and quickly let go of lando’s ear, running off to her friends.
“everyone! since i no longer have any form of privacy, i’d like to introduce you to my friends.” the drivers all crowded the group of four. “you guys know daisy-mae,” said girl waved and a string of familiar ‘hi’s and ‘hello’s greeted her, “this here is atticus,” the boy they recognized as the drummer smiled politely at them. roo then looked at the new girl standing beside daisy-mae, “and uh, this is nika, don’t know when or how she got here.”
“but she’s happy i’m here.” said girl stated happily with a giddy smile.
“sure.”
at her monotonous voice, nika’s smile dropped, rolling her eyes.
everyone then slowly dropped the topic and went on their own as another band take over the stage with their more upbeat dance worthy music.
she was left was now only left with alex, george, and lando. she sighed.
“anything else?”
george shrugged, “but seriously, i think it was pretty cool.”
the girl couldn’t help but feel the heat rushing to her face, she never expected a compliment coming out of his mouth.
“oh. uh, thanks?”
“i mean, by the looks of you i had a feeling you have some sort of hannah montana-esque secret somewhere.” alex mentioned, only making roo’s eyes furrow. “that was a compliment.” he clarified after seeing the look on her face.
then, lando leaned over to her and whispered in her ear, “don’t tell her this but i always thought she was really cool, this was just an upgrade.”
confused, again, roo turned to a goofy-grinning lando with her right brow raised. alex caught her attention when started again, “he’s had a few drinks.”
“well. we’ll see you on the dance floor, i’m assuming?” george asked, sipping from the drink in his hand.
she nodded as the three went on, lando lingered behind with her.
“guess you did ended up goin’ out with us after all!” he said before leaving her with a smile mumbling a ‘yeah’.
roo was about to follow behind him when a certain spanish driver approached her, putting his arm around her frame. he took a sip from his drink before speaking as they walked together towards the bar.
“ever think of performing at birthday parties?”
“whose?”
“mine.”
“your birthday’s passed, nando.”
“incase you didn’t know, they’re a yearly thing.”
she chuckled, “sure thing, pop.”
“oh, and nice hair, by the way.”
“thanks.”
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Tell us everything about the parent trap au immediately please please please
to give u an insanely quick rundown with a wip art i have:
aziraphale as elizabeth. wedding dress designer under his pen name A.Z. Fell. (hes an artist as confirmed in s2 and the whole "drawing on napkins" thing elizabeth would do appeals to me immensely)
crowley as nick. owns a vineyard. I NEED HIM TO OWN A VINEYARD SO BAD. shoutout to Old Vines on ao3 for changing me in a fundamental way. he makes wines and he tends to the vines and he is so passionate about it to an abusurdist degree. he yells at his vines when they arent growing right. you already knowwww.
when they meet for the first time, they don’t meet on a boat like in the movie, they actually meet at a wedding party :J crowley was a wine collector, just starting out. he loved offering aziraphale samplings of his most vintage collection out of impulse. (he likes seeing the way aziraphale savors them) (he’s besotted) Wants to own his own vineyard one day. aziraphale, on the other hand, has dreams of becoming a fashion designer of sorts, always drawing ideas on any scraps of paper he can find. his designs are very old fashioned, but thats like… part of the appeal. his work very much reflects who he is, and the people who flock to it understand that.
they enter this kind of… whirlwind relationship, they get married, and then eventually adopt two golden haired blue eyed baby boys. twins. :J warlock and adam.
they break things off because aziraphale leaves... alluding to their recent breakup in season two, the reason he left was because "we both clearly had very different ideas on where our lives were going. so. i packed up and left." (parallel s2 divorce 😋 they don’t know how to talk to each other) (aziraphale throws a book at his head after this argument, like the hairdryer in the movie LOL. it was pride and prejudice. crowley still has it.)
aziraphale leaves with adam. warlock is left with crowley. crowley eventually leaves London because he finds he cant stand being anywhere near Aziraphale (hes just irresistible in that way), and he goes to California where he finally fulfills his dream of owning a vineyard. a nice one on Napa, Northern California.
Aziraphale’s wedding dresses become more and more well known, Adam grows well-adjusted. Same kid you know from the show and book, natural born leader, a good head on his shoulders. (Aziraphale has no idea why Adam is like that, but he is so proud)
Crowley’s vineyard (The Garden Of Eden) grows and grows… Warlock is spoiled rotten, but he does love actually working at the vineyard with Crowley to and he and Crowley have a really good relationship…
Eventually the kids go to a summer camp together in London (i dont know if they . do this in the UK, but suspend your disbelief if you will) Adam meets The Them there, then meets Warlock after a nutty fencing thing, they kind of hate each other at first and the rest is history :J
side characters UM. LOL. idk……. i mean i kind of know but not really? theres just so many possibilities that make the rounds in my head. chessy could be anathema OR nina (ive had people suggest eric too?) and martin could be newt OR maggie (ive also had people suggest muriel????) gestures vaguely.
as for meredith…….erm…………🤷♂️ ive had everything under the sun suggested to me and i still……have no idea. LOL. gabriel, lucifer, shaX, FURFUR, THE WIFE FROM THE NON-SPOILER SPOILERS. I DONT KNOW. IT ALL FEELS WRONG. its hard to come up with this role in particular when these gay bitches literally only have eyes for each other. always. forever. u know. i think lucy is like. the classic answer. but idfk.
ask me about . more things if u want. this is consuming my every thought.
anyways the cover im working on for. for something:
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