#I mean we know he’s a dad so far at least

[biblical-chronicles]

Mirrored

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where Liam can't help but notice how similar Lennon's mate is to him.

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You were supposed to be heading to some event, a gig one of Lennon's mates was playing, but as the two of you approached the train station, Lennon suddenly stopped in his tracks.

“Ah, shit.” he muttered, patting his jacket pockets and pulling them inside out.

“What?” you asked, already sensing something was off.

“Left my keys at dad’s studio,” Lennon groaned, shoving his hands into his hair. “Can we swing by? Won’t take long.”

“Yeah, course.” you said, brushing it off like it was no big deal.

The studio wasn’t far, and Lennon texted his dad on the way to let him know you’d be popping in. When you got there, he led the way through a few doors and corridors until you reached the rehearsal room. The muffled sound of guitars and chatter leaked out into the hallway.

Inside, the room was a mix of cables, amps, and the low hum of conversation. Liam was leaning back in a chair, mid-conversation with one of the bandmates, his arms folded and his trademark grin pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“Alright,” Liam greeted, his tone casual but curious. “What’s all this about then? Thought you were out.”

“Yeah, we were,” Lennon started, running a hand through his hair. “We went to—uh—this gig, right? Well didn't actually go yet, just heading and then—”

You groaned, cutting him off with a wave of your hand. “Long story short, he’s a melt and forgot his keys.”

Liam barked out a laugh, his grin widening as he leaned forward. “A melt, is he?”

“Fully,” you said with a smirk. “Lucky I’m here to keep him in check.”

Lennon sighed, shaking his head. “I was getting there.”

“No, you weren’t.” you quipped, earning a low chuckle from one of the bandmates.

Liam leaned back in his chair, clearly amused. “Right, so you’re the one keepin’ him on track, are ya?”

“Someone’s got to,” you replied with mock seriousness.

“Fair play,” he said, glancing at Lennon. “You could do worse for a minder, kid.”

Lennon ignored the jab and motioned toward his dad. “Keys?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Liam dug into his pocket, fishing them out before tossing them across the room. Lennon caught them, muttering a quick “cheers” under his breath.

“Alright, we’re off,” Lennon announced, already heading toward the door.

“Finally,” you teased as you turned to follow him. “Nice meeting you lot.”

“Likewise.” a little choir called after you, but Liam stayed quiet, his lips quirking into something between a smile and a smirk as you left.

The door clicked shut, leaving a moment of quiet behind.

“She’s got you written all over her,” one of the bandmates said, breaking the silence with a knowing grin.

Liam rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair. “Behave.”

“Nah, I mean it,” the bandmate pressed. “She’s got that energy, must be a handful.”

“And she didn’t take any of Lennon’s shite,” another chimed in, shaking his head with a laugh. “Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?”

Liam didn’t bite, keeping his face neutral, though the corner of his mouth twitched despite himself. He reached for his water bottle, twisting the cap off slowly.

“Oh, he knows.” the first bandmate added, leaning forward with a smirk.

“Pack it in.” Liam muttered, his tone clipped, though there wasn’t much heat behind it. He took a long swig of water, hoping to get rid of the strange mix of emotions rising in his chest, but as he set the bottle down, his mind was already drifting.

They weren’t wrong. That was the problem. You did remind him of himself—or at least, the younger version of him, the one who had bounded into the world full of confidence, not giving a toss about what anyone thought. He hadn’t seen that kind of energy in someone for years, and now here it was, practically bursting out of you.

It should’ve been funny. Maybe even flattering. But instead, it left him feeling... off. A little too aware of you, the way your voice had carried through the room, quick, sharp and funny, leaving everyone hanging on your words.

And for one brief, dangerous moment, Liam had let his thoughts wander somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t have gone. Because you weren’t just confident and sharp—you were gorgeous, too. And not in some surface-level way, but in a way that got under his skin. The kind of gorgeous that came from how you carried yourself, how you spoke, how you laughed like you didn’t care who was listening.

What the hell was he doing? You were Lennon’s mate, for Christ’s sake. And you were young—far younger than him, with your whole life ahead of you.

Liam rubbed a hand over his face, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. He could practically hear himself, years ago, sitting in some interview banging on about how he’d never settle for anything less than someone who could keep up with him. And for a while, he’d searched for that—someone who could meet him on his level, who wouldn’t back down from his sharp tongue or his big personality. But after a while, he’d given up. Figured maybe that person didn’t exist, or if she did, she wasn’t looking for him.

And now, here you were.

He shook his head, scolding himself. It was ridiculous. Stupid. He had no business thinking like that, not about you. You were Lennon’s mate, for god’s sake. Off-limits didn’t even begin to cover it.

The days after the studio visit passed quickly, but your thoughts had a stubborn tendency to circle back to Liam. You could still hear his voice, see the way he’d watched you with a spark of interest that felt impossible to ignore. And yet, every time you caught yourself thinking about him, guilt crept in. Lennon was your mate—someone you genuinely valued—and the last thing you wanted was for him to think you were taking advantage of that friendship to get to Liam.

So, you told yourself to stop. To leave it alone. But, of course, that resolve didn’t last long.

One evening, Lennon invited you round his gaff to check out some new gear he’d picked up. “Got this mad new pedal,” he’d said, his excitement palpable. “Come round, yeah? You’ll love it.”

You agreed without hesitation, and by the time you arrived Lennon was already fiddling with his guitar in the living room, the instrument hooked up to an elaborate setup of wires and pedals. You perched on the arm of the couch, watching him with a grin as he experimented with different effects.

“Sounds good.” you said after a particularly impressive riff.

“Yeah, well, give me a minute and I’ll make it sound better.” Lennon replied, his focus entirely on the guitar.

A few minutes later, you offered to grab drinks for the two of you. “You’re all right with water, yeah?” you called over your shoulder as you headed toward the kitchen.

“Yeah, cheers.” he replied, already lost in his music again.

When you stepped into the kitchen, you weren’t expecting to find Liam there. But there he was, leaning against the counter, scrolling through his phone with a cup of tea in hand. He glanced up when he heard you, his eyebrows raising slightly in recognition.

“Alright?” he said, setting his phone down.

“Alright,” you replied, moving toward the fridge. “What’s with the tea? Shouldn’t you be on something stronger by now?”

He smirked, taking a sip. “Pace myself, don’t I? Can’t all be chaos all the time.”

“Shame,” you teased, grabbing two bottles of water. “Would’ve thought you’d perfected the art of chaos by now.”

“Perfected it years ago, love.” he shot back, his grin widening.

You leaned against the counter opposite him, the bottles of water in your hand momentarily forgotten. The banter came easily, almost like the both of you had known each other for years.

“What’re you doing lurking around here anyway?” Liam asked, his tone teasing but his gaze sharp.

“Came to see your son’s latest masterpiece,” you replied, motioning toward the living room. “Apparently, he’s got some new pedal that’s going to change the game.”

Liam let out a laugh. “Yeah, he’s been banging on about that all week. Surprised he hasn’t roped you into being his roadie yet.”

“Give it time,” you said, grinning. “Knowing Lennon, he’s probably drawing up a contract as we speak.”

The conversation could’ve gone on forever, but eventually, you remembered the water in your hand and the mate waiting for you in the other room. “Right,” you said, pushing off the counter. “Better get back before he starts crying over being alone so long.”

“Yeah, can’t have that,” Liam replied, though there was a flicker of reluctance in his expression.

You let out a laugh, feeling the atmosphere shift a little. The usual banter had turned softer, and something else lingered in the air between you both—something you didn’t quite want to acknowledge, but there it was.

You leaned against the kitchen counter again, facing him, your playful smile giving way to something more genuine.

He took a half step forward, the space closing between you as he looked down at you, his face softening. You didn’t back away, the pull of him too strong.

Before either of you could say anything, it just happened. His hand brushed against the side of your face as he leaned in, his lips catching yours in a brief, almost hesitant kiss. His breath hitched as he pulled away, his lips lingering on your bottom one for a second longer than necessary.

He looked at you, eyes wide, lips slightly parted like he was processing the same thing you were.

Your heart raced in your chest as you gathered your thoughts, trying to find the right words. You let out a quiet exhale, trying to steady yourself.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me.” you said softly, barely above a whisper, as if saying it out loud could somehow make the tension between you both feel less charged.

Without giving him time to respond, you turned on your heel and left the kitchen.

You took a deep breath, gripping the water bottles tighter as if that would somehow steady your nerves. "Shit." you muttered under your breath, shaking your head as you made your way back to Lennon, determined to act like nothing had happened. It was wrong—so wrong—but it had felt so impossibly right. Your body had moved on autopilot, and now, all you could do was try to play it cool.

“Finally,” Lennon teased as you handed him the bottles. “What, did you have to climb a mountain to get these?”

You forced a laugh, masking the storm in your head. “Yeah, yeah. I got them in the end though, didn’t I?”

The evening carried on as usual. You and Lennon fell into the familiar rhythm of chatting, joking, and messing around with the new gear he was showing off. 

By the time you started packing up, the sun had long been set. You slung your bag over your shoulder and turned to Lennon with a smile. “Alright, mate, I’m off. Thanks for having me over.”

“Anytime.” he said, walking you to the door. He gave you a quick hug and opened the door for you, grinning as he waved you off.

As you stepped outside, you caught movement from the corner of your eye. Liam. He was standing behind Lennon, gesturing wildly with his hands, trying to be subtle but failing miserably. Your heart skipped a beat as you squinted, making out the motion of his hand pointing outside and then back to you, as if to say, wait for me.

You almost laughed at how ridiculous it was. But instead, you nodded subtly, pretending you didn’t notice Lennon’s cluelessness. “Night, Lennon.” you called over your shoulder as you walked down the path, turning the corner toward the fence where you could stay out of sight.

You stood there, hidden by the bushes, your heart pounding in your chest. You didn’t know why you stayed, but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave. There was something about it—about him—that had you rooted to the spot. And, if you were being honest, there was something undeniably thrilling about the whole thing, Liam Gallagher quite literally sneaking out of his own house just to talk to you.

A few minutes later, you heard the sound of the door creaking open, followed by footsteps on the gravel. You held your breath, and then he appeared, looking around before spotting you tucked behind the fence.

“Well played, love.” he said, stopping just in front of you.

You couldn’t help the grin tugging at your lips. “What can I say? I’m observant. Plus, you’re not exactly subtle.”

“Not subtle?” he scoffed, though his cheeks flushed slightly. “You’re the one who stayed.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Can you blame me? You’re out here breaking your neck to get me alone.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but you cut him off, stepping closer. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed how much you make eyes at me.”

That did it. His cheeks turned a deeper red, as he shifted on his feet, running a hand through his hair as if to buy himself time. “Yeah, well…” he mumbled, clearly flustered.

It was almost endearing. Almost. Smiling softly, you reached out, grabbed his shirt, and pulled him toward you. His breath hitched just before your lips met.

This time, it was deeper, more certain, the initial hesitation melting away as he responded with equal energy. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer, and you could feel the tension in his grip, the way he was holding himself back, as if he couldn’t believe this was entirely real.

When you finally broke apart, his lips were slightly swollen, his breaths uneven. “Bloody hell,” he muttered, his forehead resting against yours. “You’re somethin’ else, aren’t ya?”

You grinned, running your thumb along the collar of his shirt. “You’re just figuring that out now?”

He let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Nah, I’ve been clocking it for a while.” He paused, his tone growing more serious. “So… where does this go, then?”

You looked up at him, your own nerves flaring for a moment before you pushed them aside. “How about we take it one step at a time? See where it goes.”

His smile returned, softer this time. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

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brilliant request from the one and only @shes-thunderstormssss, never disappoints, thank you so much love hope you like it !!

all the best tropes in one xx

[worstmombracket]

so sejima from aitsf. worse dad than renju, somehow

We haven’t beaten the game yeeeet, no spoilers!

[thasorns]

THE HEART KILLERS (2024-2025) เขาจ้างให้ผมจีบนักฆ่า dir. Jojo Tichakorn Phukhaotong

[catcatb0y]

Every time Helluva Boss or Hazbin Hotel has a glimpse of genuinely GOOD WRITING, I go insane. Both of these shows feel like edging to me, like they will tease me with these bangers and then leave me to dry EVERY DAMN TIME.

[skrunksthatwunk]

household enemy to the yyh watchthrough number one is the olympics. it's taken us a week to get two episodes into the gamemaster fight

[stuworbutwithchipmunks]

I know ppl couldn't care less about the humans in the cgi movies but Zoe and Dr. Rubin were both hilarious characters and the more i rewatch the movies the more i think about that.

[screechingsandwichhologram]

the only thing that im,,,, uh,,, kinda pissed about with my parents is that i wasnt raised bilingual. my dad speaks fluent french. my moms first language was french. my grandfather was a french teacher. every single relative i have speaks french (with most not speaking English at all). but here i am, only knowing a couple of words and having no fucking clue how to string together a sentence. it really sucks.

anyway if ur a parent please please please raise them as bilingual if u can its such a good skill

[stars-and-guts]

...

fuck you /j

"everybody experiences that" says mother who has the same symptom of the same mental illness

[tunacharm]

oh fuck the hyperfixation is starting to become politics

[n3onwraith]

I'll kms if we move actually.

[happypeachsludgeflower]

Ironically, after having obsessively listened to the entire saga on repeat last night, my favorite song was I Can’t Help But Wonder. It was my least favorite on my first listen through, but the more I listened to it and absorbed all the meanings and implications? I just. Loved it so much more 😭

There’s Odysseus finally meeting his son for essentially the first time (yes he held him as an infant, but he doesn’t know him as a person), there’s the fact that he spent twenty years wishing he could know his son. And then there’s Telemachus on the other side of the conversation who’s been dreaming of knowing his dad for twenty years and is worried his dad won’t love him?? Devastating. Imagine desperately loving and wanting to meet your child for twenty years and being told they worry you won’t love them??

AND THE LINE ABOUT ODYSSEUS TELLING HIS INFANT SON HE WOULD CAPTURE THE WIND AND SKY FOR HIM?? Guys. Odysseus literally captured the wind and sky to get home to his son and wife.

And then we have the reunion with Athena 😭😭 They don’t even talk about anything that happened?? I just imagine this scene of Odysseus saying, “Show yourself. I know you’re watching me,” just like he did when they first met, and neither of them say a thing about their argument, nothing about Athena fighting for him and saving him, nothing about everything that happened between the last ten years.

And without saying any of that, Athena goes straight into a roundabout way of saying, “You were right, I was wrong, and I led you astray.” She said, “I’m sorry,” without saying it. And there’s a beat of silence. Odysseus sighs. And essentially tells her, “No, you weren’t wrong. And I wasn’t wrong either. That world could exist somewhere far away, but it doesn’t exist here. I’m too old and tired to ever find it though, so you’ll have to make it exist someday for both of us.”

He forgives her in un-said words. It’s an absolution of the wrong Athena feels she’s committed. A goddess apologized to him, and Odysseus absolved her of her sins. Just. AHHHHHHHHHHH.

And then they part ways 😭😭😭 and there’s a tone in their voices that says it’s really their final goodbye this time. And they didn’t even say goodbye.

[davinawritings]

Yandere single dad monster that sees you help one of his children once and decides you will be their new mother.

Warnings: Yandere thought/behavior

Yandere monster takes his twin children to the park so they can run around, expend some of their extra energy, and enjoy the nice weather.

He had been raising his daughter and son on his own since their mother walked out when they were still babies. Having two twin monster toddlers running around was a lot of work, but he loved his children endlessly. He would give them anything in the world and do anything to protect them, even going as far as having tiny tracking devices clipped on to them whenever they leave the house.

He had just been kneeling in front of his son to tie his shoelaces after a long afternoon of playing when he heard his daughter cry out for him. He immediately looks around, frantic, before he finally spots her sitting on the stone pathway and holding her knee.

As he stands and grabs his son in his arms, set to make his way over to his little girl, he watches as a human woman stops and kneels in front of his daughter. 

He can’t hear the words you are saying to her, but he relaxes slightly as his daughter's cries quiet down, and she smiles at you. He begins the walk over, keeping his eyes trained on the two of you, his thoughts running wild as his toddler makes her way into your arms. 

It’s almost comical watching the human woman struggle slightly to lift a toddler that must be half her size at least, but he can’t help the feeling pooling in his chest as he watches you calm and soothe her. 

He can tell you startle slightly as he appears behind you, casting a large shadow over your body. You seem to relax somewhat as you see his son in his arms, seemingly putting together the fact that the little girl you hold must be his.

“I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to impose. I saw her trip, and I just wanted to make sure she was okay,” you say, still slightly nervous about the male, who must be at least three feet taller than you. 

He gives you what he hopes is a reassuring and friendly smile as he says, “No need to apologize. I am thankful that you were kind enough to help my daughter. She seems to like you”. 

He watches you smile shyly as his daughter hugs you tighter. You rub the girls back affectionately as you say, “Well, I am just glad she is okay and happy I could help. I’ll pass her back over to you. I was actually on my way to meet my boyfriend for dinner.”  

He makes sure to mask his disapproval of you having a boyfriend with a smile, gently taking his daughter back from your arms. He reaches out one of his large hands and gently squeezes your arm as he thanks you again. You give his daughter and son a small wave before continuing your walk through the park. 

 Pulling out his phone, he checks to ensure the tiny tracking device he slipped onto your coat is working, relaxing when he sees the little mark moving through the park. He looks at his two kids, happy he finally found the perfect mother for them. 

“Alright, little ones, it’s time to go home. We have a lot of work to do to get the house ready for Mommy to move in.” As he checks your location again, he grins, knowing that you will be his.

His human, his wife, and the mother of his children.

❤️💕🖤🖤💕❤️

Let me know if you guys would like to read more on this! Also if so, do you like me keeping it as a general monster or do you want it to be a specific monster?

[kathaynesart]

The eye of the hurricane. I like to think Cassandra sometimes called the brothers by the nicknames their dad used, given they were probably pretty close before his passing.

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Man oh man, this one was way messier and off model than my last few updates but whatever, we got to keep this ball rolling! Life's been crazy so I've had to take some unwanted breaks in between updates. Thanks everyone for your patience as always!

One thing I wanted in this flashback was to really get a sense of how the brothers worked as an experienced team with Leo at the helm as a proper leader. It's something we never got to see much of in Rise and I felt it was important to include since half the team is already gone by the time of Replica. Team Dynamics Ted Talk under the cut!

We know from Casey Jr that Leo stressed the importance of listening to your team. A big part of that also means knowing how to communicate with them in general.

With Michelangelo, he keeps it short and succinct, trusting his brother to know what he's doing when in his element. This trust goes a long way with Mikey, having spent years of his youth as the baby striving for the respect he felt he deserved. Leo knows it's best to not bog Mikey down with details, allowing him to improvise as needed. This unspoken freedom has only grown over time as Mikey has dipped deeper into spiritual arts that, frankly, go completely over Leo's head.

The greatest sacrifice Leo has ever made was read Donnie's Big Book of Bad Guy Codes. While he doesn't remember ALL the numbers, he has memorized the ones that matter and it has helped tremendously in avoiding miscommunication with his genius brother. More importantly it silenced any of Donnie's usual belly-aching. As Leo's "twin"/"equal" the two still butt heads from time to time. Donnie respects his brother's authority (mostly) but will still push the boundaries of what he's allowed on a semi-regular basis. Give Donnie an inch and he will take the mile and then find a loop hole that allows him to go twenty miles more. This is partially due to him often being the one left behind at HQ, making the turtle just a TAD stir crazy. Leo does his best to keep him in line regardless.

Big brother Raph will forever and always be big brother to Leo. As such he holds a place of authority in Leo's heart and is someone he still regularly seeks counsel from in both the ways of leadership and more. Raph is always happy to support his younger brother and does a surprisingly good job (albeit after years of practice) of walking the line so as not to step on his brother's toes in the process. At least not since the secret of "the Key" blew up in their faces several years ago. They don't talk about that anymore. Leo is the leader now and he's done a great job in recent years as far as Raph is concerned. He trusts him to make the right call. The two have a close bond and regularly use mind meld to quickly communicate rather than speak ...this will be important to remember for the future.

Hope that overall feeling came through for this group!

[no-144444]

quick tweet, big problem- o.piastri

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summary: you and oscar are together, but the world doesn't need to know you're engaged. lando decides they do.

pairing: oscar piastri x fem! kravitz! reader

(context in case you don't know him: ted kravitz is a skyf1 presenter)

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“Red flag, red flag, come in,” Tom said.

Annoyance surged through him. This race was not going his way at all. He started slowing down, following closely behind Lawson. “Who’s off?”

“Colapinto,” he explained. “It’s a big one, probably a 20 to 30 minute red flag.”

For fucks sake. Oscar had told them it was too dangerous. They didn’t listen. He paid the price. Now Max was up into p2, and Lando was stuck in p5. Oscar couldn’t even do anything to help. He grunted, getting out of the car and following Tom back to the garage. 

He was ushered over to his engineers, but honestly all he wanted was to see you. Being Lando’s race engineer, Oscar had seen you around the paddock in some of his first weeks and befriended you, on top of that, he’d fallen madly in love with you and asked you out 11 months ago. You two had been going out for 11 months now, and, while he could see you between the screens as his engineers and Andrea gave him advice about the race, he kind of tuned them out, too busy staring at you.

“Jesus, loverboy, just go say hi and come back, alright? We need you thinking with your head, not your dick,” Zak scoffed, finally allowing him to see you. 

Quickly, Oscar rounded the corner of the desk and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on the top of yours. You didn’t stop talking to Lando, explaining the plan for the rest of the race. 

“But I fucking said to stay out,” Lando whined. 

“No, you told us to box you. We told you to stay out,” you explained, your voice calm. 

Lando just scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Whatever,” then walked off to go brood somewhere else. 

“Shitty weather, eh?” you mused.

“Awful,” he nodded. 

“Is that sweat or rain?” you asked, feeling how wet he truly was. 

“Both,” he sighed. He knew there were about forty cameras on the two of you. Moments between you two that the public saw were few and far between. You liked it that way. He liked it that way. Privacy was something he essentially gave up when he became a public figure, but that didn’t mean you had to. “How’s Lando doing?”

“He’s just pissed away his chance at World Champion,” you took a deep breath, leaning into him. “And I’ll be the one he screams at during the end of the race. I’ll be the one having to explain it to Zak, and I won’t get home until probably tomorrow. And my dad is staring at us.”

Oscar groaned. “Fucking hate dealing with this shit.” 

You nodded. “Me too. But at least there’s no race for two weeks.” 

“We’re off to Melbourne,” he reminded you. “Have to do the family rounds, since we’re engaged,” he beamed. Over the last break, Oscar had proposed. It was the happiest moment of your lives (closely followed by Oscar’s win in Baku), and now you were on your way to visit his extended family for the first time. Since he’d met most of your family (especially considering Ted Kravitz was your father and Oscar met him before he met you), it was only fair that you make the trip and meet his.

Before that though, you had to get through today. 

“You’d better go chat with your engineers,” you took your hands off his. “Zak is giving me dirty looks.”

He rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. “I don’t want to.” 

You chuckled. “Go,” you urged him. “If you get higher than p9 I’ll give you a kiss at the end of the race.”

“Good deal,” he pondered. “Or I could just kiss you now,” and with that, he pressed his lips to yours quickly, before running off to his side of the garage. 

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Lando was an idiot, but he was Oscar's idiot, so you didn't kill him. You knew it was only a matter of time before someone slipped up, whether it be your dad, you, or Oscar. You didn't suspect it would be Lando, though. You did enjoy watching Oscar shout at him though. That was pretty funny.

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[acid-ixx]

Okay, how about we call Alfred dad??? Sense he raised us and practically is our dad. Sorry I keep on asking. I just am a thinker

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a/n: don't be sorry for asking ! i like answering asks even if i do answer really slowly, so don't be afraid to send in questions ! this is a continuation to this ask.

it would actually be a given that if the reader wasn't too broken to the point that they genuinely could never consider anyone as a father figure, then alfred would be someone they would call their dad.

because at least in their 15 years they had been inside the manor, alfred would always be the one who would stand by their side. even if it's not always, he would be there for you when he could. and that effort alone is enough to consider him worthy as your father.

pre-yandere bruce wouldn't even know of your tight-knit relationship with alfred; calling him dad when you skip through the halls with him, calling him your "actual father" whenever you two would bake together, and even going as far as gifting him a mug with 'no. 1 dad!' painted sloppily into the ceramic. alfred would even teach you how to crochet, so you two would get matching sweaters for winter. although alfred wouldn't wear the sweater for the sake of formality, you would always be aware that he stores them somewhere safe and warm as some sort of treasure.

so, imagine just how heartbroken bruce would be once you are abducted by your family, calling out to your dad in your drugged state on your bed, bruce thinking that it was him that you're calling for help when all of a sudden, you make grabby-hands towards alfred, eyes hazily looking at the butler with such desperation that it feels like alfred is your actual father.

seeing you two act so close, bruce would be so, so conflicted. because at least, in the years of solitude you had spent, you find comfort in the very same man bruce considers as his father figure. but at the same time it should've been him that you call your father, it should've been bruce you look at for help and guidance, it should've been him that lulls you back to sleep, wiping the tears that run down your face.

it breaks his heart even further once he discovers all the little trinkets that you make for alfred, all the inside jokes you two share, the gifts you cherish in your cabinets from the apartment you used to live in; they were all from alfred— bruce wants to kick himself realizing that he never made an effort to gift you anything in your 15 years of living in the manor as a ghost.

bruce swears on his life that he'll make it up to you, that despite him being unable to stay the night frequently with you that he'll make it up during the day. he'll take you to business meetings, to arcades, to malls; literally anywhere to get you to bond with him as much as you did alfred.

he'll schedule holidays where the entire family is required to join and you'll be the center of attention. your birthdays will be extravagant, he would spend millions to make a show that you're his favorite child; that means he'll spoil you with gifts that pertain to your hobbies. and because your family loves you so much, please do expect a minimum of 10 gifts prepared by all your siblings and a credit card with no limit for bruce.

oh? you don't need material things? don't worry, you'll be surprised with just how meticulously your father would plan for vacations. any place you would choose would be taken into heavy consideration, even planning with him would feel like some sort of father-child bonding.

but really, he'll commit all his time and effort for you.

bruce would do everything to make you consider him as your dad.

[ipushhimback]

we were drunk, it happens - pt. 2

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4

pairing: lando norris x verstappen!reader warnings: smut (marked with 3 red stars), oral (f receiving), p in v, no protection word count: 3k summary: Y/N attends a GP, saying if Lando wins he will be rewarded

Only a couple days later, Y/N got a message from Max.

The Monaco GP is next week. I know you are not really into F1, but I’d love for you to come, and I am sure Kelly and P would also be happy to have someone to spend their time with. What do you think? – Max

Y/N really hated Formula 1, but not because of the sport itself. She loved the fast cars, the races, how everyone wants to be the best. But her dad had ruined it all for her when they were kids.

She had always loved karting. Sometimes she was even allowed to drive Max’ kart, but when she told her dad that she also wanted to kart competitively, just like her brother, he had said she couldn’t. How could she even think of that as a girl. She would never have a chance in the sport.

Sometimes she thinks that her dad was right. She probably wouldn’t have come far as a woman, but she still would have loved to race.

Maybe it was for the better. Jos wasn’t known for being the best dad to Max. He had always pressured him. Punished him when he wasn’t good enough. And Y/N knew how it affected Max now. She didn’t know if she could have handled that as a kid.

So, from there on she had avoided Formula 1 as much as possible as it simply reminded her too much of her father.

But how could she say no to her brother. Moreover, it could be a great opportunity to spend some time with Lando. Even though they had agreed to no feelings. But honestly, Y/N didn’t know how long that would work. Or if it even could work. She had doubts.

I’m not sure. Is dad going to be there? - Y/N

No, I don’t think so. At least he didn’t say anything to me. But that doesn’t mean anything. - Max

Ok, then I guess I will come. Would you or Kelly pick me up? I don’t want to have to search for a parking lot. - Y/N

Of course. See you then. – Max

Somehow, Y/N was even looking forward to attending the Grand Prix. She didn’t know when the last time was that had happened. But now she just had to hope and pray that her dad wasn’t going to be there as well. Then she would for sure go home. She would just take a walk as it was only half an hour from her home.

She picked up her phone again and opened her chat with Lando. They exchanged their numbers before he left, so they could chat about when they could meet up again – but no feelings involved, of course.

Gonna be at the GP next week. You better win, Norris. - Y/N

She waited a bit, but Lando didn’t go online. He probably was at training, Y/N thought. But just as she wanted to out her phone on the coffee table in front of her, her phoned signaled an incoming message.

Really? How come I have never seen you at one before? But if I win, I wanna be rewarded… - Lando

Long story. But ofc you will. Why else would I tell you to win? – Y/N

K. Have to get back to training, bye. – Lando

Yeah, bye. - Y/N

Y/N couldn’t help but grin. Lando had interrupted her training. For her. To answer an unimportant message. She leaned back on the couch pillows, sighed and smiled to herself.

She sat back up. No feelings. He is probably an arrogant, rich person. She would just end up hurt if she fell for him.

She took a deep breath and got up from where she was sitting. The world champion’s sister made her way to the kitchen where she took a cup from the cupboard and made a huge coffee. The pill she took earlier did little for her headache, so she hoped that the caffeine was going to help.

Then she took her laptop and decided to watch some silly show to take her mind off Lando.

***

A week later, Y/N was ready to go to the GP. She was wearing a bright blue summer dress, her favorite. It had a lot of little white flowers printed on the fabric and it had a quite low neckline, which she hoped Lando would notice.

She actually thought about wearing something orange, in fact it had been one of her favorite colors to wear for quite a long time, but she couldn’t wear papaya-similar colors when she was there to support her brother – or when she was at least pretending to support her brother. Because even though she did not have feelings for Lando – no, really, none – she had been so horny the last couple of day, she just needed Lando to win this Grand Prix.

So now, Y/N sat in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water while scrolling through instagram and waiting for her brother and Kelly.

She watched her Labradoodle puppy trying to catch his own tail which made her laugh, so she got up to pet him.

Eventually she heard the doorbell ring. She quickly went to open the door, but instead of her brother or Kelly, it was P standing on the doorstep.

“P! Hey! What are you doing here? Are you going to drive me to the Grand Prix?”, Y/N was joking which made the five-year-old giggle.

“No, silly. I can’t drive. But Maxie said I could ring, and I have to tell you to hurry because we are late.”

“Ok, I just need to get my jacket from upstairs”, Y/N said.

“No!”, Penelope exclaimed. “You can’t. Maxie said we are late. Now come on.” P grabbed Y/N’s hand and pulled her outside and towards the Audi that was parked in front of her house.

The young woman new better than to argue with the little girl so she decided to just follow her. Who needed a jacket anyway. In the worst case she would just ask Max or Kelly for something warmer to wear.

An hour later Y/N was hanging around with Kelly and P around Max’ garage and she regretted that she didn’t come later. They have been standing around for what felt like hours and the race wasn’t even close to get started. The only thing that prevented her from going home again to sleep and coming back later, was P who was full of energy and Kelly who just couldn’t keep up with it anymore, being 9 months pregnant.

“Y/N, can we go to Lando? I wanna see him and tell him good luck. Can we go? Now?” P looked at Y/N with that cute little pout. “Please?”, she added after seeing the critical look on Y/N’s face.

“P… Lando is probably really busy, just like Max. Does it really have to be now?” If the Dutch woman was being honest with herself, she just really didn’t want to see Lando right now.

No. That was not correct. She wanted to see him. And that was the problem. She shouldn’t do that. No feelings. Just fun. That can’t be that hard, right?

Wrong. It can be hard. Not falling for a handsome guy with the curliest curls in the world, the cutest, widest smile existing on planed earth, the prettiest blue eyes that seemed to be green in different lightning and – stop.

“It really has to be now! If I don’t wish him luck, he won’t be good and he has to win!” P looked at her with these pleading look Y/N just can’t resist so there she was, walking with P to the McLaren garage.

“You know that Max would kill us if he saw us here?”, Y/N said jokingly. “By the way, don’t you want Max to win? Why Lando?”

“Maxie won too often. Now it is Lando’s turn. It is boring with Maxie. I like drama. And we don’t get drama when Maxie always wins. And Lando is great! He always plays with me and lets me do his hair. He has nice hair. It is curly.” P grinned happily while she explained to Y/N why Lando was so great.

A bit later they were standing in front of Lando’s garage and Y/N went to the first mechanic she spotted.

“Sorry, where is Lando? P wants to tell him good luck for the race. Is that possible?” Y/N just hoped that the mechanic would recognize P or her so she could go to Lando.

“I know her. Who are you? I am sure you understand that I can’t just let anyone to him.”

Y/N nodded. “I am Y/N Verstappen. You know, Max’ sister? Kelly didn’t come with us because, well she is pregnant and probably sleeping somewhere.”

The mechanic looked satisfied with the answer. “Ok. You just have to go straight there and then the third door on the left side. There should be his name on the door. Just knock. He will open if he isn’t preparing for the race at the moment.”

“Ok thank you. Have a nice day, bye!” Y/N looked at the five-year-old next to her who had a content look on her face.

Just a minute later they were standing in front of a wooden door, they could hear loud music from inside, so Y/N knocked again, even louder this time.

“God, how isn’t he deaf already”, she murmured more to herself than anyone else, but P commented it anyway.”

“Because he is Lando. He is not becoming deaf ever. He is great.” The older woman could barely hold the laugh that was threatening to spill over.

“Yes, he really is”, Y/N said with a laugh, shaking her head at P’s enthusiasm.

Finally, the door was opening, and Y/N was standing in front of this handsome guy Lando.

“P!”, he explained.

“Hi Lando! I want to wish you good luck. Y/N said you were busy, but I had to because you have to win, ok?”, the girl asked in just one breath while falling forward and demanding a hug from the driver.

Y/N could only laugh. Too adorable was the childhood crush Penelope obviously had on the older guy.

“That’s great! Thank you, P! So, you are going to cheer for me? Isn’t Max going to be sad?”, Lando asked.

“No, he will understand. You will win. I know because I wished you good luck.”

Lando just laughed, and Y/N couldn’t help but admire how cute he was with Penelope. And that laugh… she could listen to it for hours and- stop.

***

Lando did in fact win. And Y/N couldn’t be happier about it. During the Podium celebration – Lando came in first place, Max in second and Oscar in third – she just stood in front of it, being impatient.

But then finally, Lando came to her, already changed into a hoodie and simple jeans, his hair damp from the shower he probably had.

“So… what about my reward? Should we drive to your place again or mine?”, Lando asked with that damn smirk on his face.

“Mine. I need to feed my dog.” Lando shot you a surprised look.

“You have a dog? Why didn’t I see him already?” Y/N noticed how disappointed Lando looked.

“I just got him like a week ago. He is super cute, but right now he is at my neighbor’s, and I don’t want her to spend even more of her time taking care of my dog.”

Lando just hummed and led the younger woman to his car. She let out a whistle when she saw how nice it was.

“I assume you won’t let me drive that beauty?”, she asked the brunette.

“You want to?” Y/N nodded enthusiastically.

“Go for it”, Lando eventually said, throwing his key in her direction and she caught it easily.

She let out a high-pitched squeal when she sat in the driver’s seat and started the engine. Carefully, she pressed the accelerator, and the car shot forward.

“This is so crazy, oh my god… I will steal that beauty from you.”

It only was a short drive to Y/N’s home, so she had actually thought about driving differently so she could enjoy the feeling of the car even longer but honestly, she didn’t want to. She knew exactly what would happen when they arrived, and she didn’t want to wait any longer for it.

But it turned out she did not know what happened next. Lando kneeled down and cuddled with her dog who seemingly enjoyed that as he fell asleep right in Lando’s arms.

“Can you leave Milo alone? He’s not the reward I meant…”, Y/N said a bit disappointed because she knew her puppy was cute, but she didn’t imagine Lando just playing with her dog for the next hour.

***

Eventually Lando set down the sleepy puppy who immediately curled up on the couch and they went upstairs, not wanting Milo to watch them do whatever they were planning to do.

“So… now I will finally get my reward?”, Lando asked, this stupid smirk back on his face.

“Oh, shut up! You were the one who needed to cuddle with Milo”, Y/N said before stepping forward and pulling Lando to her by grabbing the strings of his hoodie.

She tilted her head up and just a moment later, Lando’s lips were on her’s. Y/N hummed and opened her lips slightly.

Lando moved towards her bed, not breaking the kiss, until Y/N flopped on the mattress. He pulled back just enough to have access to her dress so he could pull it over her head, leaving her in just her underwear. Y/N then tugged at Lando’s hoodie, and he ended up helping her by slipping it off, as well as his pants. Y/N stared at his chest.

She knew she had seen it all before, when they hooked up after the dinner, but the memory of the night wasn’t too present anymore, and honestly, Y/N didn’t know how she could ever look at Lando and not think how hot this guy looks.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Lando kisser her again, rougher this time. More demanding than anything else did he press his lips on her’s. Her back arched off the bed which Lando saw as his chance to get his hands behind her back to open her bra.

“So gorgeous”, he whispered on her lips and pulled back just for Y/N to feel his mouth closing around her nipples, making her gasp.

His lips trailed lower until he stopped above the waistband of her panties. His index fingers hooked into it, and he pulled them down until he could throw them to where he thought the rest of the clothes already is.

His went even lower until his lips hovered just above her. Y/N’s breath hitched as she looked down at Lando who was spreading her legs. He looked up at her, his eyes dark and his pupils dilated.

The first touch of his tongue felt… electric and it made her back arch. He teased her with fast licks and gentle pressure which made Y/N move into his direction.

“Patience. Trust me”, Lando said, and Y/N would throw a pillow at him if it hadn’t felt this good.

But it wasn’t long until Lando grew more and more impatient, and he didn’t want to continue teasing Y/N.

His tongue worked not only faster but also firmer and soon she was teetering right on the edge. Her hands came down to grab his hair, pushing him closer to her and she couldn’t stop the loud moan from slipping through her lips.

Lando hummed against her and the vibrations just pushed her even closer to the edge. His fingers joined his tongue as he curled them in her, pressing into that sweet spot.

When Lando realized that Y/N was about to come he worked even more precise, rougher. And just like that she tripped over the edge, and she felt the release wash over her. Lando didn’t stop thrusting his fingers in and out of her until she rode out her orgasm.

Y/N felt her legs tremble and she slowly opened her eyes again just to see Lando over her. His lips were glistening from her juices as he moved to press a kiss on her lips. She tasted herself on his lips, the taste blending with the champagne he drank earlier on the podium and just the taste of him.

She pulled back just enough to mumble, “Need you, Lando. Please.”

Lando didn’t say anything just moved to get rid of the boxers he still wore. Y/N couldn’t help but stare at him, her lips parting slightly.

“Like what you see?”, he teased her though it was apparent that he wanted it just as much as she did. His cock was hard and leaking and huge. Y/N really didn’t know why she hadn’t thought of that.

“How did that fit the last time?”, she blurted out and wanted to take it back immediately when Lando chuckled.

“Wanna find out?”, he said and even though he was just teasing, Y/N knew that if she just said no, Lando would stop immediately, no questions asked.

But she nodded, wanting to finally feel him in her. Lando positioned himself between her thighs, teasing her entrance with the tip of his cock.

Y/N breath hitched as he pushed into her with one hard thrust. Her hands flew to his shoulder, and she was sure that her nails would leave marks on his skin, as she adjusted to the stretch. Lando stilled just for a moment before pulling out nearly fully before slamming back into her.

Y/N moaned his name which just seemed to fuel the Brit, and he started thrusting into her even harder.

“God, you feel so god”, he moaned, his hands gripping her hips and Y/N was sure she would have bruises by tomorrow.

Only after a few thrusts Y/N was already close again, still sensitive from her previous orgasm.

“Lando, I-“, her voice broke but Lando hummed, knowing exactly what she wanted to say.

“I know. Come for me.”

Her orgasm hit her even harder this time, her body still high from before and Lando came just a moment later, with himself buried deep inside her.

For a moment, neither of them moved but then, Lando slowly pulled away, collapsing onto the bed just next to Y/N.

She stared at the ceiling, her chest still heaving as she was catching her breath.

“Happy with your reward?”, she asked Lando.

“Very. This was amazing.”

Y/N rolled to the side to face Lando, a grin tugging at her lips.

“I’ll take that as a compliment, Norris,” she said with a sly grin.

A/N: Should I write a pt. 3? I kinda want to but idk if anyone wants to read it