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5sospenguinqueen · 7 months ago

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Bedtime Stories Pt 2 | Daniel Ricciardo x Author! Reader

Summary: Daniel made a silly little comment that lost him everything. Over a year later, he tries his hardest to fix his mistakes.

Warnings: Swearing. A tiny smidge of angst but mainly fluff. Redemption for Daniel.

Female reader with various faceclaims (pics found on pinterest). Takes place in 2023. For the purpose of this, Daniel has been with AlphaTauri the whole time.

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28•05•2023

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danielricciardo monaco, always a delight. P11. so close to the points but racing through your streets feels like being on a podium

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landonorris and whose attention are we trying to grab with that sexy last pic 👀

→ danielricciardo only yours, mate

→ User1 don’t act like you’re not dying inside because y/n liked this

→ User2 relax, they never unfollowed each other 🙄

maxverstappen1 you’ll get them next time, mate

→ danielricciardo fancy giving me a tow?

→ maxverstappen1 never

→ User3 i love their friendship so much

User4 um, did anyone see that y/n liked and then unliked this post

→ User5 omg yes! sis was caught stalking and we love her for it

→ User6 i too would thirst over my ex if he looked like that

kellypiquet we were watching the whole time

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→ User7 what a weird comment to make?

→ User8 who’s we, kelly?

→ User9 what does this mean?

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04•06•2023

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User10 @ kikiki babe did you hit your head? is that why you were in the ER? they broke up

User11 @ kikiki maybe ask them to do a head scan whilst you're there 'cause ain't no way you saw here there

→ User12 literally. like why would she even be in spain right now?

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User11 i think we might have to apologise to @ kikiki

→ User10 can we really trust the wag page though? They did report that Lando was having a secret love child the other week..?

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User13 asking the real questions because she's not even hinted that she’s been writing so it’s not like she’s on a book tour or anything?

→ User14 some people are saying she could be on vacation but please, why would mother choose a holiday destination during a time that she knows is a GP?

User15 guys, guys, I think our sacrifice circle worked

→ User16 please, please, 🕯️🕯️

User 17 how poetic would it be though if they got back together during the spanish GP when they broke up at the spanish GP a year ago

User18 shouldn’t you know these answers, and that she was in spain, if you're her so-called updates page

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22•08•2023

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YourUserName some big news approaching

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kellypiquet i can’t wait, my beautiful girl

→ YourUserName thank you for being my #1 support

→ kellypiquet thank you for letting me help plan

→ User1 what does this mean?

→ User2 miss piquet stop being so cryptic on socials

maxverstappen1 i’m very excited

→ YourUserName did kelly force you to write that because i could feel the excitement oozing through the screen

→ maxverstappen1 i wanted to say something worse

→ YourUserName i hope she leaves you

→ kellypiquet behave, you two!

→ User3 i live for max and y/n terrorising each other, even without danny ric being around to encourage it

bloomsburypublishing we look forward to the end result

User4 i’m sorry but is this a soft launch?

User5 who is that in the last slide, miss y/n?

→ User6 the inspiration behind a new romance we hope

User7 don’t be shy. tag him

User8 soft launches have recently become my least favourite thing

charles_leclerc are you perhaps writing my next plane read

→ YourUserName depends how long the flight is

→ User9 confirmation of a new book ya’ll!! everyone say thank you charles

User10 i like to be edged by her books, not by her hiding her man

User11 don't try and distract us with news of a new book, we wanna know who the feet belong to!

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01•09•2023

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danielricciardo ciao a tutti. lovely sightseeing in beautiful Italy

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User12 you’re telling me that i’m currently in the same country as THE daniel ricciardo?

kellypiquet i’m still trying to recover from that hike

→ User13 kelly and max went on a double date with daniel and the new girl?!

→ User14 omg please be y/n. i can’t imagine kelly agreeing to it otherwise

User15 i know he's trying to distract us with his beauty but we see the last slide, daniel. we see it

pierregasly so you’re telling me that you were in milan and didn’t bother to come and see me? that’s it. i'm ending our friendship

→ danielricciardo i’m sorry, mate. i was doing more important things

→ pierregasly clearly ;)

User16 someone check on y/n, please

→ User17 babe is clearly having the time of her life in italy (yes, i'm delusional)

User18 does nobody find it odd that he’s posting a soft launch not long after y/n posted a soft launch

→ User19 i know! it’s only been three weeks since hers and he’s posting one

→ User20 i can’t decide whether they’re soft launching each other or he’s trying to make her jealous by flaunting a new relationship as well

→ User21 it HAS to be each other or i will die

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15•10•2023

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lando.jpg so i attended this event… and no, it’s not mine before you all freak out

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charles_leclerc it was a beautiful day ❤️

alexandrasaintmleux i’m so thankful to have been a part of such wonderful memories

kellypiquet the most beautiful bride i have ever seen

maxverstappen1 this was a nicer caption than i expected from you

→ danielricciardo agreed

→ landonorris i take offence to that

User1 guys do we think kelly and max got married? they’ve both comments on this?

→ User2 yes but so did charles and alex so…

→ User3 plus, i know kelly is stunning but do we really think she would call herself the most beautiful bride in 3rd person?

georgerussell63 i’m surprised you remember much after the state you were in

→ landonorris excuse you but most of that was just pure happiness

hulkhulkenberg an amazing day

estebanocon so happy to have been a part of this

alex_albon how’s the hangover, mate

→ landonorris i didn’t drink that much!

→ georgerussell63 tell that to the bouquet that you puked on

→ landonorris i caught it so it was mine anyway

carlossainz55 beautiful photos. she’ll love those

→ User4 who’s she?!

lewishamilton🤍🩵

fernandoalo_official congratulations to the happy couple

User5 the entire grid are commenting on this post, clearly having been in attendance. who IS IT?

pierregasly c’était une belle mariée

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User6 guys, y/n’s name on socials just changed from y/l/n to ricciardo

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03•04•2024

YourUserName just posted with danielricciardo

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YourUserName my husband helped with this project. baby ric coming aug 2024

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kellypiquet you will be the most beautiful mother. i’m so honoured to be part of this with you 💕

→ YourUserName stop you’re going to make me cry. you’ll be the most perfect godmother

→ kellypiquet i still think you should've married me instead

maxverstappen1 i call godfather

→ landonorris no you don’t get to call godfather! you already got to be a groomsman

→ maxverstappen1 yeah because who helped get them back together

→ YourUserName kelly

→ danielricciardo me

→ YourUserName no, babe

danielricciardo and before you all ask, no I haven’t stopped crying since she told me

→ kellypiquet me too, dan, me too

maxverstappen1 on a serious note, i am very happy for the two of you. y/n will be a wonderful mother, and daniel, he’ll be there also

charles_leclerc i am so excited. alex keeps telling me to stop buying baby things for you guys but i just don’t listen

→ YourUserName well at least you can safely say that uncle charl bought little mcqueen’s love

→ User7 uncle charl!!!!

lewishamilton congratulations, you two. y/n looks amazing

fernandoalo_official how lovely 💚

User8 omg it WAS their wedding lando attended!!!!!

hulkhulkenberg baby ricciardo!!

pierregasly congratulations. i can’t wait to be uncle GASSLYYYYYY

alex_albon welcome baby ricciardo

→ lilymhe it’s not an alien, alex. you don’t have to greet it so formally

redbullracing we’re all so excited for the upcoming grid baby. working on a racer stroller right this minute

→ mclaren you stole our gift idea!

→ redbullracing you stole our driver!

carlossainz55 congratulations y/n and daniel 😄

mercedesamgf1 what wonderful news 🍼

landonorris i’m just so glad i can go back to calling you mum and dad without daniel wanting to drive his car into the barrier

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Please don’t hate me for this! I did say from the beginning that Part 2s would be redemption.

I’ve had this planned and written since before Part 1 was published so when half of you then asked for her to get with another driver/move on, I was like noooooo I’ve already planned their baby 😂

As always. Requests welcome. If you have requested, I promise I’m not ignoring it, it’s been added to my queue

Baby Fever Angst Series

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child0feden · 6 months ago

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HEAVENLY ANGEL

toto wolff x vintage fashion! wife! reader x ( platonic! ) oc daughter

faceclaim: assorted but mainly dita von teese

୨୧ sorry i haven’t been making smau’s lately! british summer has been kicking my ass, i’m getting stuff prepared for my birthday and i think i kind of burned myself out by making so many smau’s in so little time lol… have this for now

reading music recommendations: heavenly angel by patience and prudence - you’re the cream to my coffee by annette hanshaw - it’s a lovely day today by jo stafford

loveuyn: yn wolff ln’s new photoshoot featuring pictures of her with vintage mercedes cars!

totoyn: the way my jaw just dropped…

> ynsteponme: literally, i’m so down bad for her

> totoyn: it’s so embarrassing how much i want her 😭

ynscurlers: toto wolff can you fight?

> totoyn: i hope he can’t, i want both of them

ynwolffln ✔️: ah! i adore the vintage car pictures so much, now one of my favourite photoshoots ever 💝

> loveuyn: yn wolff ln, never stop responding to fan accounts please 🥹

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iluvf1: just saw toto’s eyes turn into hearts like a cartoon character

> totontop: lmao 😭 oh yeah he probably LOVES these car pictures in particular

> ynwolffln ✔️: you’re correct! he’s a big fan of the vintage mercedes shots in particular 😉

ynsteponme: still can’t get over the fact that this woman has a child… AND WITH SOME F1 MANAGER GUY 💔 kidding, her and toto are cute… i guess

> totontop: “ some f1 manager guy ” i can’t 😭

totoyn: throwback to this yn wolff ln photo shoot

loveuyn: this photoshoot changed lives you guys…

ynsteponme: yn wolff ln run me over, beat me with a bat, set me on fire, please just do anything to me i really don’t care

> iluvf1: you guys RELAX she’s someone’s mother 😭

> ynsteponme: she’s someone’s MILF

ynwolffln ✔️: oh i love these pictures! it’s been a while since i’ve seen these

ynscurlers: TOTO WOLFF CAN YOU FIGHT?

oldf1lvr: okay yes this photoshoot is super overly hot but i’m more impressed by her hair 😭 it’s always so damn perfect!

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> ynscurlers: watch yn’s vogue video! she shows off how she gets her hair like that all the time

> totoyn: not to mention the toto cameo is ADORABLE 💔

> totontop: him gently helping her take her curlers out at the back… there’s so many cute toto moments in that video 🥹

ynscurlers: never beating the hottest wag allegations… toto wolff watch your back fr…

totontop: thinking about the time toto posted this picture of yn to the official mercedes account and it was just a post of him fawning over his wife with “ - toto ” at the end

loveuyn: like yes toto, we knew it was you 😭

> iluvf1: he’s so obsessed with her i love it 🥹

ynsteponme: i absolutely love how yn goes from the really hot milf to someone that looks like they give amazing hugs and just wants to smother their husband and child with love

iluvf1: lewis commenting “ who is this beautiful woman? ” and toto commenting back “ that’s my wife, lewis… ” 😭 like lewis didn’t know lmao

> oldf1lvr: and george’s “ mate… please make your own account, can’t stand this lovely dovey stuff ( joking, of course, don’t fire me ) ” comment

ynwolffln: happy anniversary to my beloved husband 💞 the best husband i could ever ask for and the most wonderful father! you’re my necessity, i’d be lost without you 💕

georgerussell ✔️: happy anniversary yn and toto! i still remember the taste of that cake… so good

❤️ liked by ynwolffln

> ynwolffln ✔️: i’m glad you liked the cake so much george, i’ll have to bake you some for yourself one day

❤️ liked by georgerussell and lewishamilton

> georgerussell ✔️: please do… no bakery comes close to you mrs wolff!

❤️ liked by ynwolffln and lewishamilton

> lewishamilton ✔️: me as well please yn!

❤️ liked by ynwolffln

> ynwolffln ✔️: sounds like me and little miss marilyn have a lot of baking to do 🥰

❤️ liked by mercedes, georgerussell and lewishamilton

lewishamilton ✔️: happy anniversary you two! beautiful wedding and a beautiful bride

> iluvf1: lewis still playing into the beautiful woman joke after all this time 😭

> oldf1lvr: i love him

> ynwolffln ✔️: thank you very much lewis! marilyn sends kisses to her favourite uncle 💓

❤️ liked by ynwolffln

> georgerussell ✔️: hold on a minute… favourite uncle? lewis? get a grip!

❤️ ynwolffln

> lewishamilton ✔️: sorry mate! but it is i who has the cute dog

loveuyn: omg… marilyn’s little bow 🥹

> ynsteponme: so so so cute 💔

mercedes ✔️: my beautiful wife and the best mother to our gorgeous little girl ❤️ happy anniversary honey - toto

❤️ liked by ynwolffln

> ynwolffln ✔️: we really need to get you your own account love 💖

> totontop: lmao even yn is trying to get him to make an account 😭

ynsteponme: she really had the dream wedding for us vintage girlies 🥹

⋆ ˚｡⋆ ୨୧ ˚ NEW ADDED BONUS ˚ ୨୧ ⋆｡˚ ⋆

toto loves his honey and little miss marilyn

#toto wolff x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 smau

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emjayewrites · 16 days ago

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Private Landing (Lewis Hamilton) (13.2/15) - Part II

SUMMARY: In the high-speed world of Formula One, Lewis Hamilton subtly introduces a mysterious partner via Instagram after a slight mishap during an interview. Sparking media intrigue, everyone wants to know: who is the enigmatic figure that calls herself Mrs. Hamilton?

INSPO: this post

PAIRINGS: Sir Lewis Hamilton x Aurora "Rorie" Phillips-Hamilton (faceclaim is Justine Skye)

WARNINGS: drama, angst, sexual content, formula one b.s., pre-established relationship (with flashbacks). RATED M (18+)

TAGLIST: @a-moment-captured, @boujiestpoet, @avngrsfangirl, @yeea-nah @alika-4466 @scorpiobleue @certifiedlesbianbaddie @motheroffae @perfecttrashface @saturnville @weetjy @lewlewlemon44 @cranberryjulce @chaoticcoffeequeen @periodjosh @melanin-queen369 @niahxo @purplelewlew @f1-football-fiend @imjustheretomanifest @gg-trini @kinggbl @iamryanl @mitruscity @nichmeddar @xoscar03 @4ftwonder

A/N: Please let me know if you want to be added/removed from the taglist. The headers/dividers are by @inklore

CHAPTER 13.2: Baby LH-Squared On Board

Barcelona in June was a love letter to sun-drenched afternoons and evenings that stretched lazily into warm, starlit nights. The Spanish Grand Prix was always a highlight on the calendar for its energy, its sprawling Catalonian charm, and the way the city seemed to hum with possibilities. This year, it carried even greater significance for Lewis and Rorie. With Lyric happily spending time with Nina in Monaco, the couple had a rare moment to themselves.

Rorie sat on the sofa of their suite, her ginger tea cradled in both hands. The vibrant city stretched out beneath their balcony, the soft sounds of street performers playing Catalan melodies drifting in. At fourteen weeks, her belly was beginning to show, a small, undeniable curve that filled Lewis with pride.

He was crouched before her, his hands resting lightly on her thighs, leaning in close as if speaking directly to their growing child. "Good afternoon, little one," he murmured, his voice a tender melody of its own. He pressed a kiss to the soft fabric of her sundress, right where her stomach curved outward. "Your dad’s got a big race tomorrow, so you and your mum will be cheering me on, yeah?"

Rorie chuckled softly, running her fingers through his neatly braided hair. "I think your biggest fan is already ready to cheer you on, babe." She sipped her tea, savoring the warmth it brought to her still-sensitive stomach. "This tea is doing wonders, by the way. Not a total cure, but better than before. I’m not spending half the day in the bathroom anymore, so we’ll take it."

Lewis glanced up at her, a mixture of relief and concern crossing his face. He hated seeing her suffer through the extreme morning sickness that had plagued the early weeks of her pregnancy. The medication had helped, but there were still moments when the nausea crept in, stubborn and unrelenting. "You’re so beautiful," he said, his hand drifting to rest lightly over her stomach. "Both of you are. And you’ve been a warrior through all of this."

"Don’t make me cry," she warned, her voice teasing but her eyes soft. "Hormones are still raging. I’ll ruin my makeup."

He laughed, leaning in to kiss her gently before resting his cheek against her belly. "Okay, I’ll behave." But he stayed there for a moment longer, humming softly—some old Motown tune his mother used to sing to him as a boy. The vibrations of his voice traveled through her, grounding her in a way she couldn’t quite explain.

Rorie smiled, her hand drifting down to rest over his. "Martin called this morning," she said, breaking the quiet. "The meeting last month must’ve gone better than I thought because now he wants me to meet my half-siblings."

Lewis sat back slightly, his expression immediately shifting to one of cautious curiosity. "How do you feel about that?"

She hesitated, her fingers tightening around the mug. "I don’t know. I mean, Athena seems fine—better than fine. She was fine when we met in Bahrain, but the others…" She trailed off, a shadow of uncertainty crossing her face.

Lewis reached for her free hand, lacing their fingers together. "Whatever you decide, I’ll be right there with you. But I won’t lie—I’m nervous about how this might pan out. People don’t always handle situations like this with grace."

Rorie nodded, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Yeah, I’ve noticed." She took a deep breath. "But I want to try. If only to see what kind of people they are."

Her mind drifted back to that day in Monaco, just hours after discovering her pregnancy...

The restaurant terrace offered a perfect view of the Mediterranean, though Rorie kept her sunglasses firmly in place. Her lemonade sat mostly untouched as Martin spoke, his words washing over her like waves against the harbor wall.

"I made mistakes," he was saying, gesturing with hands that reminded her too much of her own. "The interview with Piers—that was wrong. I shouldn't have done that."

Rorie remained silent, one hand resting protectively over her still-flat stomach.

"And telling your mother to..." Martin paused, and had the grace to look ashamed. "Well, I was scared. That's not an excuse, but—"

"No," Rorie finally spoke, her voice steady. "It's not an excuse."

"I want to be part of your life," he pressed on. "Meet my grandson. Be a proper grandfather."

She took a careful sip of lemonade, buying time. The baby in her belly made her think differently about everything now. About family, about forgiveness, about protecting what matters.

"You don't get automatic access," she said finally. "To me or to Lyric. That's not how this works."

"Then how does it work?"

"You start with my mother," Rorie set her glass down firmly. "A proper, in-person apology. No cameras, no press, no excuses. Just you, owning what you did."

Martin's face tightened. "Rorie—"

"That's the first step. After that, we take it day by day." She stood, adjusting her flowing top carefully. "I'm not the angry teenage girl you imagined in that interview anymore. I'm a mother. Think about what kind of grandfather you want to be. Then act accordingly."

She left him on that sun-drenched terrace, her heart lighter than when she'd arrived. Some choices weren't just about us anymore—they were about the future we wanted to build for our children.

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Later that evening, they found themselves in a private dining room at a high-end restaurant, waiting for Rorie's half-siblings to arrive. Athena arrived first, dressed professionally - her media credential from Motorsport Weekly still hanging around her neck.

"I just finished some interviews in the paddock," she explained warmly, hugging Rorie. "The perks of interning with F1 media - getting to see my sister more often."

Before Rorie could respond, the door opened again. Azariah entered first, his six-foot-three frame commanding immediate attention. His dark skin gleamed under the restaurant lights, and despite his imposing height, his eyes held a gentle warmth. He wore his hair in neat locs that fell past his shoulders, his button-down shirt and pressed slacks suggesting the polished professionalism of someone used to boardrooms.

Aaron followed, shorter than his brother but built like a boxer. His dark brown complexion was offset by a fresh fade, geometric patterns carved precisely into the sides. Despite the designer clothes he wore, his entire demeanor radiated hostility - from the set of his broad shoulders to the way his jaw clenched. Where Azariah's presence felt welcoming, Aaron's felt like a storm about to break.

Aaron spoke, his voice dripping with disdain. "So this is the famous Rorie. Dad's little secret."

Lewis's jaw tightened immediately. "Watch yourself."

"Or what?" Aaron shot back, rising slightly from his chair.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" Lewis's voice was dangerously low.

"You heard me, nigga. What, you think because you race cars you're better than–"

"Aaron!" Azariah's voice cut through the tension like a knife. "That's enough. Apologize. Now."

"Man, fuck that–"

"Get your brother," Lewis said to Azariah, his fists clenched. "Before I forget this is supposed to be a family meeting and fuck him up."

Azariah turned to Aaron, his expression stern. "Apologize. You're out of line and you know it."

After a tense moment, Aaron muttered an apology, though his eyes still burned with resentment. Athena quickly tried to salvage the situation, talking about her internship and then their son.

"So, how’s Lyric? We’d love to hang out with him."

Lewis’s response was immediate and firm. "That’s not happening right now."

Athena glanced at Rorie, as if hoping she might overrule him, but Rorie simply shook her head. "You heard what his father said."

The rest of the meeting passed in a blur, with Athena even inviting them to a dinner party their father was hosting, but Rorie gave a vague response, clearly unsure about attending. Eventually, Rorie gave Lewis the look — the one that said it was time to go.

Outside, walking through Barcelona's bustling streets, Lewis was still seething. "The audacity of that little–"

"Ice cream," Rorie interrupted, squeezing his hand. "We need ice cream."

They found a small vegan ice cream parlor tucked away on a side street. As they sat near the window, Rorie with her strawberry basil and Lewis with his salted caramel, the tension began to fade.

"I'm sorry about Aaron," Rorie said softly. "Though I appreciate you keeping your cool."

Lewis shook his head. "Azariah seems solid at least. And Athena... she's genuinely trying."

"Yeah," Rorie agreed, taking another bite of ice cream. "But let's be clear - Lyric isn't meeting any of them anytime soon."

"Agreed," Lewis said firmly. "Though I wouldn't mind seeing more of Athena in the paddock. Girl knows her racing."

Rorie smiled, reaching for his hand across the table. Despite the drama, they had each other. And right now, with the Barcelona sun setting outside and the taste of ice cream on their lips, that was more than enough.

Race day in Barcelona arrived wrapped in brilliant sunshine and electric energy. The paddock thrummed with life - carefully choreographed chaos of team personnel, media crews, and fans pressed against barriers.

"Lewis! Lewis! Please sign this!"

"Over here!"

"Just one photo!"

"Lewis, my daughter loves you!"

The chorus of voices rose and fell as they moved through the paddock, accompanied by the flutter of flags and the constant click of camera shutters. Rorie had grown used to this part of Lewis's world - the way people's eyes lit up at the sight of him, the surge of bodies toward barriers, phones thrust hopefully into the air.

But she noticed the change in Lewis immediately. Usually, he'd navigate these moments with practiced ease, a warm smile here, a quick wave there, walking slightly faster past the most enthusiastic fans while still maintaining his signature grace. He'd perfected the art of being both present and moving, of acknowledging the love without getting swept away by it.

Today though, his body language spoke volumes - one hand firmly at her back, creating a bubble of space around them as they moved through the paddock. His jaw was set differently, eyes constantly scanning, body angled to shield her from the press of the crowd. When a particularly enthusiastic fan leaned too far over the barrier, Lewis's hand tightened imperceptibly at her waist, smoothly guiding her to the opposite side.

"A bit much?" she murmured, glancing up at him, noting the subtle tension in his shoulders.

"Just being careful," he replied, steering them around a particularly enthusiastic group waving Mercedes flags and chanting his name. A security guard moved closer, reading Lewis's body language, but Lewis shook his head slightly - they didn't need the extra barrier. Not yet. Still, he kept his pace measured, deliberate, maintaining that protective bubble around them.

His protectiveness should have annoyed her - she'd always valued her independence, after all - but after their journey with Lyric, she understood. The years of trying, the heartbreak, the final success... every precaution felt justified, even if it meant adapting their usual routines. She caught the way his eyes flickered to her still-flat stomach, the careful way he positioned himself between her and the more boisterous fans, and felt a rush of love for this man who could command the attention of thousands but was most focused on safeguarding their precious secret.

A group of young fans called out in Spanish, waving a banner with Lewis's face. He acknowledged them with a warm smile and wave, but kept moving, his hand never leaving her back.

They ran into Susie near the Mercedes hospitality suite, her sharp eyes taking in Lewis's unusually upbeat demeanor. "Someone's in a good mood," she noted, looking between them with growing suspicion.

"Just feeling good about the race," Lewis replied smoothly, but Rorie caught the slight tell in his voice - the same one he got when trying to keep Lyric's Christmas presents a secret.

"Mmhmm," Susie hummed, clearly unconvinced. "Well, don't forget we're meeting later for the F1 Academy race."

"Wouldn't miss it," Lewis assured her.

As soon as Susie walked away, Lewis made an exaggerated grimace. "She's going to figure it out."

"Of course she will," Rorie whispered, squeezing his hand. "But family first."

They fell into planning mode, discussing timeline options. "In London," Lewis suggested. "When everyone's together."

C.J. found her shortly after Lewis had to scurry off for pre-race preparations, pulling Rorie aside to discuss an upcoming meeting with Polydor Records. "They're really interested," he explained, but Rorie's attention was already wavering.

"I don't know, C.J. The whole label thing…" She pressed a hand to her mouth suddenly, the familiar wave of nausea rising. C.J. reacted instantly, supporting her as she made her way to the nearest restroom.

"I got you," he murmured, holding her hair back. "I'll get some ginger tea."

While waiting for C.J.'s return, Rorie found herself ambushed by a welcome face - Louise Magnussen, her two little ones in tow.

"Rorie!" Louise exclaimed, pulling her into a warm embrace. "I was hoping to catch you. About the charity karting race - is Lyric going to participate? The kids are so excited about it."

"We haven't decided yet," Rorie answered honestly. "But I'll talk to Lewis about it today, promise."

C.J. returned with the tea just as Louise's maternal instincts kicked in. "Are you feeling alright? You look a bit peaked."

"Just a stomach bug," Rorie lied smoothly, accepting the warm cup from C.J.

After Louise left, C.J. shook his head. "People are gonna go crazy when you tell them."

"Fucking bonkers," Rorie agreed with a groan.

Her phone buzzed - a message from Julian updating her on the case. Reading about Deja's increasingly erratic behavior sent a fresh wave of tension through her temples. "I need carbs," she decided abruptly. "Something absolutely terrible for me."

"Garage snacks won't cut it?" C.J. asked, already knowing the answer.

"No," Rorie said firmly. "I need proper junk food. The kind Lewis pretends doesn't exist in the paddock." She paused, considering. "You know that little bakery we passed on the way in? The one with the chocolate-filled croissants?"

C.J. raised an eyebrow. "The ones dusted with enough powdered sugar to look like a crime scene?"

"Those exact ones. And maybe those potato wedges from the food truck by Turn 3. The ones with the garlic sauce." Her stomach growled appreciatively at the thought. "God, Lyric's going to have a sibling with a serious carb addiction."

"Better than your pickle and peanut butter phase," C.J. muttered, but he was already reaching for his phone to text one of the assistants. "You want the croissants heated?"

"Is that even a question?" Rorie deleted Julian's message, refusing to let it occupy any more space in her head. "And maybe some of those cinnamon churros too?"

"Now you're just being greedy," C.J. teased, but his thumbs were already typing out the addition to the order.

Rorie closed her eyes, letting the warmth of the ginger tea seep through her. In twenty minutes, she'd be stuffing her face with the most wonderfully inappropriate pre-race meal possible. Sometimes the best way to handle stress was with sugar, carbs, and a complete disregard for nutritional value.

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The Mercedes garage hummed with pre-race energy as Lewis began his meticulous preparation routine. Each movement was practiced, almost meditative - first the fireproof underwear, then the racing suit, pulling it up with practiced efficiency. The familiar weight of the HANS device settled on his shoulders as he secured it in place.

The balaclava came next, Lewis smoothing it carefully over his braids before reaching for his helmet and holding it in his hands. As he went through the final checks of his equipment, Toto approached with Bono, both ready for their usual pre-race briefing.

That's when they heard it - the unmistakable sound of enthusiastic munching coming from where Rorie sat by the screens, headset perfectly in place, looking utterly content as she dipped a churro into spicy mustard.

Several pit crew members did double-takes, their expressions ranging from fascination to horror as they watched her follow the churro with a bite of chocolate croissant dipped in cream cheese.

"Uh, Rorie…" one of the mechanics ventured, "you feeling alright there?"

She responded with a pout that only deepened when another crew member added, "That's some interesting culinary creativity you've got going on."

"Come off it," Lewis interrupted, though his eyes sparkled with amusement. "Leave my wife be."

After the others dispersed, Bono pulled Lewis aside. "Is she okay now? Wasn't she sick? What's up with the churros and mustard?"

Lewis couldn't suppress his dopey, toothless smile. "She's just being Rorie."

Bono crossed his arms, unconvinced. "Not with eating what she's eating but I'll leave it alone. For now."

As the final preparations continued, Lewis made his way to Rorie, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "I see your appetite is back. Morning sickness gone?" he whispered against her ear.

She turned to whisper back, "Baby LH squared wants carbs."

"Ah? Really?" He chuckled, nodding. "Alright, happy that you're eating, love. No matter…how…weird the concoctions, I guess." His eyes lingered on her unusual food combinations before he kissed her again.

Settling into his car, Lewis felt an extra surge of motivation. Starting from P3, Baby LH squared watching - even if from the size of a lime - he had everything to race for today.

The race itself unfolded like a symphony. From P3, Lewis maintained his position through the first corner, watching, waiting. The Mediterranean sun beat down on the Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya as he found his rhythm, the car responding perfectly to every input. Lap after lap, he battled with the McLaren ahead, the gap shrinking and expanding like a living thing.

The pit stops were flawless, the strategy solid, but the front two had just enough pace to stay ahead. Lewis pushed the Mercedes to its limits, extracting every fraction of performance, ultimately crossing the finish line in P3 - a strong podium finish that felt like a victory given their recent struggles.

"Great drive, mate," Bono's voice crackled over the radio. "P3, solid points. The car's coming along nicely."

"Thank you, guys," Lewis responded, his voice carrying an extra note of contentment that had nothing to do with the podium. "Let's keep pushing. Good things coming."

The podium celebration was electric as always, champagne spraying under the Spanish sun. From his spot on the third step, Lewis's signature pointing gesture toward the sky seemed to carry extra meaning today.

Will Buxton caught him just after the podium celebrations, microphone ready. "Lewis, there's something different about you today - even with P3, you seem particularly focused, almost glowing. What's changed?"

Lewis's eyes found Rorie in the crowd, a small smile playing on his lips. "Just feeling good, Will. Everything's falling into place, you know?"

"Cryptic as ever," Will noted with raised eyebrows. "But there's definitely something in the air around you today."

They left the paddock together as the sun began to set, Lewis's race suit now tied around his waist, trophy in one hand, Rorie's hand in the other. The evening air was still warm, carrying the scent of champagne and flowers.

"Hotel?" he asked softly.

"Hotel," she agreed, leaning into him as they walked. "But maybe we can stop for more churros first?"

Lewis laughed, pulling her closer. "Whatever Baby LH squared wants."

The book in Dada's hands had a little brown boy on the cover, smiling next to a baby. At first, Lyric wasn't interested - stories about babies were boring. But as Dada read, talking about all the special things big brothers get to do, Lyric found himself leaning closer.

"Remember how you were upset about the baby?" Dada asked gently, pulling Lyric onto his lap. His bedroom in their Monaco penthouse was cozy, lit by the warm glow of his race car nightlight.

Lyric nodded, remembering his tantrum. He hadn't meant to be bad, but the idea of sharing Mama and Dada was scary.

"Well, being a big brother means you get to do more big boy things," Dada explained. "Like maybe…racing with Laura?"

Lyric's eyes widened. Jack always talked about racing, and Jack was the coolest. "Like Jack?"

"Exactly like Jack," Dada smiled. "Would you like that?"

Lyric nodded enthusiastically. As Dada tucked him in that night, thoughts of racing cars mixed with ideas of being a big brother. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.

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The Austrian airport was huge and exciting. Lyric held tight to Mama and Dada's hands as they navigated through the crowded terminal. The people with cameras were always there - "Papa-razzi," Mama called them - but Lyric knew to stay close whenever they appeared.

"Up, Dada?" he asked when the crowd grew thicker.

"Of course, big man." Dada lifted him easily, and Lyric watched the world from his favorite perch. A fan called out, "Lewis! Can we get a photo?" but Dada just smiled and kept walking.

"Maybe later," he said kindly. "Family time now."

At security, Dada made it extra special. He let him hold the important blue book - his passport, Dada called it. The nice man at the desk even gave him a stamp!

"Look, Mama!" he exclaimed, showing her the mark in his passport.

"Very official," Mama agreed, kissing his cheek.

The drive to the track was full of mountains - so different from Monaco's sea views. Lyric could barely contain his excitement about the karting race. His car at home that Pop Pop got him was fun, but this would be real racing!

Laura was waiting at the track, and they watched the grown-ups set up the karts while sitting on a stack of tires.

"Why we racing?" Lyric asked Laura, settling beside her.

"Dunno," she shrugged. "But Jack says it's cool."

"Dada read me a book," Lyric told her, proud to share his news. "'Bout being a big brother! I get to do big boy stuff now."

Laura wrinkled her nose. "Sissies can be a'nnoyin'. My sissy cry a lot. And takes my toys."

"But we get to race!" Lyric reminded her, bouncing slightly. "Like Jack! And like Dada!"

When his father called him to the driver's room, Lyric's heart did a little dance of excitement. The racing suit laid out looked just like Dada's - black with teal accents, sized perfectly for him.

"This is yours," Dada said softly, helping him into it. "Your very first race suit."

"Like yours," Lyric whispered, touching the material reverently.

"Just like mine." Dada's voice caught, and Lyric noticed his eyes were wet.

"Why cry, Dada?"

"Just happy to see you race, son," Dada pulled him into a hug. Lyric kissed his cheek, understanding this was a special moment even if he didn't know why. "Remember what I've told you?

"Have fun!" Lyric recited. "And be safe!"

"That's right." Dada helped him with the zipper. "And what else?"

"We race fair!" Lyric added. "No pushing!"

Mama appeared in the doorway, phone ready for pictures. "Look at my handsome racers," she said, and Lyric posed proudly next to Dada.

Before heading to the karts, they walked through the paddock where Lyric collected high-fives like treasures.

"Ready to show us how it's done?" Uncle Val asked, crouching down for a proper high-five.

Pierre ruffled his braids. "Future champion right here!"

Charles knelt beside him. "Remember to have fun," he advised with a wink.

The kart felt perfect when he climbed in, Laura on one side, Jack and the others nearby. Through the barriers, he could see Dada standing with the other racing dads, and behind them, so many people cheering. The racing talk people held their microphones, speaking quickly about "the next generation" and "racing legacies." Lyric didn't understand all the words, but he understood this was important.

A person stood in front of them with a flag. Lyric took a deep breath, just like he'd seen Dada do countless times. He thought about his car at home, about watching Dada race. His small hands gripped the wheel.

The countdown began.

Lights out.

And Lyric Hamilton began his first real race.

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From behind the barrier, Lewis watched his son's tiny Mercedes race suit - adorned with patches from Williams and McLaren, a nod to his own racing journey - as Lyric settled into the kart, which was a somewhat better model of the one he had at home. Since the kids ranged in various ages, they all agreed to do a kart race with a subdued motor, something even kids as young as his son could handle easily.

Before they got started, the commentators' voices carried across the circuit.

"And in an unprecedented move, Formula 1 has given us something special today," David Croft's voice rang out. "Free Practice 3 cancelled for what might be the most heartwarming event of the season - the F1 Kids' Charity Karting Race."

"Quite remarkable how they kept this under wraps, Crofty," Martin Brundle added. "Looking at these young racers - Lyric Hamilton, Laura Magnussen, Jack Wolff, Penelope Kvyat, Sergio Perez Jr. - all in miniature versions of their fathers' team suits. Though young Hamilton's got those special patches…"

"A tribute to where it all began for Lewis," Croft noted. "McLaren represented alongside Mercedes."

The atmosphere was electric, different from a regular race day. No championship points at stake, no team orders, just pure racing joy as the next generation took to the track. Lewis felt Toto's hand on his shoulder.

"Ready to be a racing dad?" Toto asked, grinning.

"Don't think I'll ever be ready," Lewis admitted, watching Lyric adjust his position just like they'd practiced at home. "I'm so close to shittin' my pants."

The lights sequence began. Five red lights illuminated, then extinguished. The karts lurched forward, Penelope taking an early lead with Lyric close behind. Jack slotted into third, showing his karting experience.

"And they're off!" Croft exclaimed. "Penelope leads into Turn 1, Lyric Hamilton showing his father's racing instincts in second…"

Lewis held his breath watching Lyric navigate the first corner. His son's lines were surprisingly clean for a toddler, the hours spent on his toy car at home showing through.

The three-lap race unfolded like a miniature grand prix. Penelope maintained her lead, but Lyric kept pace, occasionally getting close enough to challenge. Jack protected third place with skill that made Toto beam with pride.

"Look at young Hamilton's racing line through Turn 3," Brundle commented. "Someone's been studying their father's races."

The crowd cheered every overtake attempt, every slight wheel-to-wheel moment. Max and Lewis exchanged glances as the children battled for first, both fighting the urge to shout advice.

On the final lap, Lyric made one last attempt to catch Penelope, getting alongside through the penultimate corner, but Penelope held her nerve. She crossed the line first, with Lyric less than a kart length behind. Jack secured third place, completing the podium.

"What a finish!" Croft called out. "Penelope Kvyat takes the win, Lyric Hamilton a brilliant second, and Jack Wolff rounds out our junior podium!"

The paddock erupted in cheers as the kids pulled their karts to a stop. Lewis vaulted the barrier, reaching Lyric just as his son was climbing out. He scooped him up, helmet and all.

"Dada I raced!"

"You were amazing, big man," Lewis said, voice thick with emotion. Around them, other drivers were congratulating their children, the usual paddock rivalries forgotten in this moment of pure joy.

They had a proper podium ceremony, complete with small trophies and sparkling apple juice instead of champagne. Penelope, Lyric, and Jack stood proud, their fathers behind them, while photographers captured the moment.

"And to think," Brundle's voice carried over the celebration, "we were meant to have Free Practice 3 today. I'd say this was a much better use of track time."

Looking at his son's beaming face as he held his second-place trophy, Lewis couldn't have agreed more.

The podium celebrations were barely over when Jenson Button approached, microphone in hand but speaking off-record first. "Brilliant driving, kids!" His eyes landed on Lyric. "That defensive move into Turn 4? Proper racing stuff."

Will Buxton followed, crouching to the children's level. "Future champions, all of you. Those were some impressive lines out there."

Then Nico Rosberg stepped forward, and the paddock's atmosphere shifted subtly. He focused on Lyric, who was still clutching his trophy. "Excellent race, Lyric. You've got your father's instincts."

Lewis kept his expression neutral, professional.

"His hand-eye coordination is really good," Nico continued, glancing at Lewis. "The way he held that racing line…"

"Been practicing since he could walk," Lewis replied, surprising himself with the lack of tension in his voice. "Though Penelope gave him a proper challenge today."

"Good racing all around though," Nico agreed, extending his hand. "Congrats, man."

"Thanks, Nico." Lewis took it, a brief but genuine handshake. For their children's sake, they could manage this much. Nico moved on to congratulate Penelope as Rorie approached, tears streaming down her face.

"My baby!" She wrapped Lyric in a tight hug, covering his face with kisses. "You were so amazing out there!"

"Mama, you see? I race like Dada!"

"Just like Dada," she agreed, wiping her eyes.

Lewis clapped his hands together, grinning broadly. "Who wants ice cream?"

"Me!" Lyric bounced in his mother's arms. "Chocolate?"

"Champion's choice," Lewis laughed, leading his family toward the ice cream stall. Behind them, the paddock continued to buzz with excitement, the day's unexpected event already being hailed as one of the season's greatest highlights.

Today had been about something far more precious than he could ever imagine - the pure joy of racing, passed from one generation to the next.

The conference room in The Sun's London office felt suffocating as Alexander watched Julian review the settlement papers. Ten million pounds to be donated to fertility support organizations. A full retraction. A public apology.

The price to pay for invading the Hamiltons' privacy.

David, his boss, sat rigid beside The Sun's solicitors, his usual confident demeanor notably absent. The legal team had advised settling - the evidence was damning, the public sentiment overwhelmingly against them.

Julian made one final notation. "This seems in order," he said, his tone clinical. "The Hamiltons appreciate your cooperation in resolving this matter quickly."

The solicitors exchanged glances before signing. David's signature came last, a slight tremor in his hand.

"The funds will be transferred within 24 hours," The Sun's lead solicitor confirmed. "The retraction and apology will run tomorrow."

Julian gathered his papers with precise movements. "Good day, gentlemen." His exit left a vacuum in the room.

David dismissed the legal team with a sharp nod. As the door closed behind them, Alexander's throat went dry. He'd known this was coming.

"Alexander." David's voice was flat. "Your employment with The Sun is terminated, effective immediately. HR will process your–"

The door opened. David's boss, Richard, entered without knocking. Alexander watched David's face pale.

"Richard, I was just handling–"

"You're both fired," Richard cut in. "The board is cleaning house. This scandal has cost us more than money." He placed two envelopes on the table. "HR has your paperwork. Clear your desks by three."

The door closed again. Alexander stared at the envelope bearing his name, realizing how completely his pursuit of a story had destroyed his career.

David stood first, shoulders slumped. "Well," he said to no one in particular. "That's that."

Alexander remained seated as David left, the weight of his choices pressing him into the chair. Outside the window, London continued its busy Friday, indifferent to the careers that had just ended in this sterile conference room.

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Alexander's phone buzzed as he began emptying his desk. Deja's name flashed on the screen.

"Well?" Her voice was tense. "What happened?"

"They settled." He placed a framed photo in a cardboard box. "Ten million to fertility organizations. Full retraction. Public apology."

"What? They can't do that! We had–"

"I'm fired, Deja." He cut her off, exhaustion seeping into his voice. "David too. It was above us."

A pause. Then, softer, scared: "Alexander, my lawyer called. They're… they're trying to have me arrested. Luisa's testifying against me on extortion and harassment charges."

He ran a hand through his hair, staring at his half-empty desk. This had spiraled far beyond a story about a celebrity couple. "Deja, I can't… I can't help you anymore."

"But–"

"Don't call this number again." He ended the call, immediately blocking her number.

The last items went into the box. Alexander looked around his office one final time, then walked out, leaving his keycard on the empty desk.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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harryssattelitestomper · 2 months ago

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Dad!Harry Styles │Instagram Blurb

Faceclaim: Madison Sarah

Warnings: none?

A/N: I've fallen in love with her youtube videos so I'll be using her as a faceclaim.

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harryfan6 harry, i get it

hater93 going out and leaving your child with someone else?

yninstagram my child has a father who is very well capable of taking care of his son, hope this helps! harryfan2 GAGGED them

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harryupdates UNSEEN OF YN AND BEAU! FROM THE HARRY'S HOUSE BOOKLET!

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harryfan92 We've never seen Beaus face but i just know he's the cutest baby in the world

haryfan05 yn is such a good mum 🥹

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harryupdates HARRY ARRIVING AT THE VALENTINO SHOW! YN WAS ALSO THERE WITH HIM!

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mauvecherie-writes · 3 months ago

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calamitous obsession | a.aretas - series

status: ongoing [coming soon]

rating: 18+ mature

pairing: armando aretas x black oc!zolani avery

tropes and tags: NSFW, MDNI, rivals (with an intimate past) to eventual lovers, slow burn, forbidden romance, morally grey/dark!armando, cartel violence, drug and gun trafficking, money laundering, explicit sexual content, mentions of child abuse: toxic parenting, sexual assault.[CHAPTERS WILL HAVE SPECIFIC TAGS/WARNINGS]

DISCLAIMER: this is a story of pure fiction with elements taken from The Bad Boys franchise specifically the character of Armando Aretas who is portrayed by Jacob Scipio. This is just pure fanfiction. No faceclaim for Zolani Avery.

calamitous : adjective - involving calamity; catastrophic or disastrous.

In her haven of Little Havana, Zolani Avery helped run the restaurant ‘Rita’s Corner’ a pillar in the community. Zolani had been working there since she moved back to her hometown to help take care of her auntie after a sudden sickness.

For once, she finally felt like everything in her life was stable. Zolani was happy and she looked forward to each day, even if her life now was far more simplistic than it used to be.

All was well, until the devil came back to disturb the streets and to disturb the peace she had created for herself.

The worst of all, he woke up demons from her past that she thought that she had long buried, along with him.

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berzahoes · 1 year ago

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my love is mine all mine | tom blyth

summary: in which tom was the supprt y/n monroe needed

an: i normally don’t have a faceclaim for any of my works but i wanted to make samara weaving the faceclaim for this fic because i love her and she just fits the role 🤍 ofc you can always imagine someone else!! ALSO i know there’s already a film called my week with marilyn lets just pretend it doesn’t exist 😍

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y/nmonroe back in production 🤍

rachelzegler PROUD OF YOUUU❤️

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marilymonroeproductions our lovely president getting ready for our big announcement!

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MY WEEK WITH MARILYN LA SCREENING

y/n and tom were attending a screening of my week with marilyn in secret. she really wanted to see the reactions of a certain part of the film. she was told by the staff that the theater was full which made her nervous and happy.

from the side, she and tom watched as the audience payed close attention to the last few minutes. a picture of marilyn faded out as lana del rey’s say yes to heaven played.

a clip of y/n in holding a newborn baby was shown then it showed tom carrying the baby. “during summer last year, i became a mom. that’s when i got the idea for this film. i want my daughter to know what an amazing woman marilyn was.”

y/n could hear several gasps and even some sobs coming from the audience.

“i named her daisy lorelai blyth.” some people clapped, others gasped when they realized where the name lorelai came from.

y/n turned her attention to tom and kissed him. “thank you for being with me and daisy.”

“you’re my girls.”

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y/nmonroe thank you to everyone who has seen my week with marilyn! it warms my heart to see how many of you loved our film. daisy also wanted to thank you all for loving her movie debut 🤍and a big thank you to tomblyth for helping me make this film. daisy and i love you forever!!!🫶🏼

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directedbycoppola it’s not out yet in the uk 😭

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directedbycoppola so basically when y/n was a child, she was given a camera and for her middle school project she tried to make a documentary about marilyn but she never finished it because she changed schools so this is her finishing it. the trailer looks great and i read articles that it has interviews with jane russell before she passed with a young y/n.

tomblyth i’m so incredibly proud of you! thanks for giving me the greatest gift of being a dad to our daisy ❤️

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boiohboii · 1 year ago

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The people's sweethearts

Ch II

(Verstappen!reader x tom holland x zendaya)

Soulmate au

YN Verstappen had been through hell, by her own father, for something she didn't even ask for. She grew up learning that she should hate what was given to her, after all it was the reason her father was always angry with her. So what should she do when the one thing she learned to hate is the one thing that brings her love, safe and comfort that not even her older brother can compare.

WARNING: not proof read, Jos Verstappen (worsned like 10 times for this fic) poly relationship, derogatory terms by father, abusive father. If I missed anything else please let me know

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Tom prided himself in never exposing his soulmark, he let a lot of things out that shouldn't be and his soulmark not being one of those is such an achievement. Mostly because from a very young age, when he started acting, his mother would make sure he covered it up with makeup so that no one, not even those behind the scenes would see it.

"So, you're invited to watch cars drive in circles?"

Meeting Zendaya had been a dream, they both felt the need to be closer to each other whenever possible even before they discovered their identical soulmarks. Both of them working and hanging around each other made it so much difficult to conceal their newfound relationship and eventually the whole world knew that both of them were soulmates, and not just that, everyone was now aware that Tom Holland and Zendaya Coleman were fated to have a third lover, a third soul with them to keep them sane from all the chaos their lives bring in the form of fans and crazy paparazzi.

"How can you say that?" Tom looked back at his girlfriend as he poured himself some tea "you literally met Lewis Hamilton not that long ago!"

Tom was painfully aware of the fact that Zendaya isn't that interested in either of the sports he enjoys: formula 1 and golf.

"Oh yeah, at a fashion show," Zendaya recalls as she moves over to hug tom from behind, resting her chin on his head. "He was nice."

"Do you think we'll meet our darling soon?" Zendaya asked, making Tom leave his drink to hold her hand in reassurance.

"I think so," turning around he let go of one of zendaya's hands to let his palm rest on her cheek "I know that I met you when I kept thinking about my soulmate, so I have a feeling that we'll meet darling soon."

The couple had taken to calling their third soulmate Darling, a nickname that they both agreed to reserve for their missing soul.

"Yeah, I feel so too."

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With his work schedule Tom wasn't able to attend much f1 races, but when he could he did, and most of them were the infamous English track, Silverstone.

But here in Monaco, the races were something else, Tom can feel how the people in this country were raised watching these cars from their homes, cheering for their favorite driver and the preparations for the race throughout the entire country are just mind blowing (he promised himself that he would bring Zendaya here for a vacation, this place is amazing).

"Is something wrong?" The voice of Christian Horner stopped Tom dead in his tracks, the team principle of the red bull formula 1 team making him feel like a little child caught with his hand in a cookie jar.

"Oh, um, yeah, yes-" clearing his throat Tom couldn't help still looking around, wanting to see the reason of the all too familiar tugging his heart "just looking around, the race is very different from Silverstone, the atmosphere is just so..."

And there it was, the reason his heart is pulling, the person he hoped he would meet as soon as he felt their presence in this specific garage, his darling; their darling.

"Well, Monaco is the heart of motorsport, especially formula 1, you can't live here without being a fan really."

Christian wasn't an idiot, he had eyes and his observational skills were too good. It wouldn't be the first time he witnessed a celebrity looking at yn verstappen, the girl hooking everyone in with her innocent face and charming smile. It would, however, be the first time he saw someone loose their breath over her and he knew what that meant, he knew that expression; he had went through it when he met his wife, he saw it on Max when he met Kelly and now he is going to see it on yn.

He thought he met an angel when he saw Zendaya, he thought that the feeling he would get when meeting their darling wouldn't be as strong, as intense, but seeing her there, standing next to Adrian Newey with a notebook and a pen in her hands, discussing something that seemed so important, made him unaware of anything else. She was all he could see, hear and feel. She was who they had been missing, and god did she make him want to scream at the top of his lungs.

He felt his chest swell up with emotions as he quickly reached for his phone, calling the one person he knew would calm him down.

"Hey baby, how's the race going?"

"Z, she's here," Tom rushed out as he maneuvered between the never ending sea of people to a quite place- well as quite as it can get in Monaco during a formula 1 race.

"What? Who's here?"

"Darling! She's here!"

"Darling is a she?"

Gathering her thoughts Zendaya left the lounge area of her hotel suite, dismissing the makeup artists and stylists with a smile and wave of her hand before entering the bedroom within the suite.

"Okay, okay, calm down baby," Zendaya spoke as she ran her hand through her hair "how about you go talk to her, yeah?"

"I can't, oh my god, what if she doesn't even feel the same pull- it's a stupid way to describe it but you know that's how I felt when I met you and it's the same but so much worse cause you're not here with me and I can't do this-"

"Honey, calm down, it's okay, let's take it step by step, did you check her wrist?" Being met with silence worried the tall girl, she knew how it might come off to him when she was basically asking him to check actual evidence and not take his feelings too seriously "I know your feelings, I get that, I felt the same with you, but it's better to be safe than sorry."

"Yeah, yeah," shuffling was heard before Tom apologies for, what zendaya assumed, pumping into someone "no, yeah, you're right, stay with me on the line, I'm going to try and see. She's wearing a sleeveless dress so that will make it easier."

Even though she didn't want to spoil it for herself, she wanted to get 100% of the awe and the fondness for herself, Zendaya couldn't help but ask "what does she look like?"

"So beautiful, Z" the way Tom spoke, the breathlessness and amazement in his voice made her want to cry, she wanted to be there, she wanted to be with him when they first saw her, that's how they always envisioned it.

"Okay, so I checked, and oh my god it's there, it's the same Z, what am I supposed to do, oh my god"

"Here's what you're going to do, you're going to tell her right now!"

"There are like 100 people around, how am I supposed to do that!"

"I don't know tom, tell her you wanna speak to her or something, make it up!"

"I can't do this, I can't, I am freaking out!"

"Oh my god, you're an actor, pretend it's a scene"

"Will you be able to pretend?"

"Well no, but I'm not the one that can see her, am I!"

"Okay, okay, deep breaths, I am going to tell her with you on the phone, alright?" Tom said as he started moving towards the blonde, his confidence building up with his taller soulmate cheering him on through the phone

"Holy shit" and there goes the little confidence he had

"What? Tom! Answer me! Is she dating someone, I swear to god if she is-"

"No, no, she's not," looking back at his soulmate "at least I don't think she is. God, there's no way I am telling her shit now."

"Why not?"

"Her brother can literally run me over with his small rocketship of a car! I am not doing anything when he is literally two centimetres away from her!"

What Tom failed to realise was how Christian Horner had joined the pair of siblings, telling Max and Yn of his earlier observations, which made all three of them look at the young brit in sync.

"Um, Z, I think we won't have to worry about me telling her."

CH.III

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with me + part twenty

authors note: this is more on the boring/filler side, and i apologize for that, but it covers some necessary things and hints at other things. plus, the one after this is wrestlemania and then after that is the infamous disney trip, and those def won't be boring/fillers. 👀

also, what do you ya'll think reader is having? i'm also open to name suggestions cause i hate naming characters lmao

status: in progress // masterlist

warnings: fluff, language, angst, and suggestive themes

song inspo: with me by destiny’s child

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words: 6.6k

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Life is one crazy ass ride.

You’ve always known this, but the past few months have really shown you just how insane things can be. It’s been up, it’s been down, it’s been just a fucking rollercoaster of events and emotions, but somehow, things always seen to work out in your favor.

You expected, maybe more so hoped, that your Live with Jadah would go over well. Would help people see and understand that there’s so much more to the story, so much more to you than the lies that have been fed to them by your apparently psychotic ex-best friend. That was the semi-goal.

Well, to say that goal was met is a bit of an understatement.

The Live went viral, spreading and making it to most global and some international platforms. TMZ formally issued an apology to you, Joe, and Jadah, and retracted their story with Mariah, even scrubbing the interview, which Joe’s legal team believes is only to avoid getting caught up in the several lawsuits she’s been slapped with.

So many publications have turned the tide, no longer speaking on you and your situation with an almost judgmental stance but rather just reposting the Live and letting the facts speak for themselves.

And social media…..holy shit.

One thing you never expected was for the Live to go viral, but you especially never expected for yourself to also go viral in a different way, that is.

While the general public was initially against you, bashing you every which way to Sunday, it’s almost completely turned with the vast majority now utterly and wholly intrigued with you. They’ve dug up old headshots from when you cheered in college, clips of you either practicing or competing, and a few Snap videos you were in, again, all during your college years.

Not to mention the clips they took from the Live, primarily of you playfully twerking with Jadah. That clipped with the TikToks you did with Naomi has resulted in people making TikToks and “edits,” as Alexis explained, posting and sharing everywhere.

Apparently, the vast majority of social media finds you extremely attractive, and have even been comparing you to the infamous prison bae, Jeremy Meeks, from way back when. Minus the criminal aspects, of course.

“Look at this one! These are my favorite.” Alexis turns her phone so the group of you can see what is yet another edit of you, err, more so your ass than anything to good googly moogly by Project Pat, which apparently was already going viral on TikTok as people post videos of friends and loved ones with a nice ass. Seems you’ve been added to that group.

“I don’t get the fascination,” you admit with a shake of your hand, fingers tapping against your glass of lemonade. “Like, I’m not even famous.”

“You kinda are now,” Bianca suggests. It's a crazy suggestion, too, because in what world does someone like you, from a small ass town with virtually no major social media footprint, qualify as famous. “Not like, A-List celeb famous, but you don’t make it to the Shade Room if you’re not at least kinda famous.”

Alexis makes a sound, adding, “ya’ll whole lil situation made the March event on their calendar.”

“On their what?” Jadah is understandably confused, asking, “what the hell does that even mean?”

“Twin, I’m gonna need to make a PowerPoint for you or something.”

“Please do, and make sure to add the fancy transitions.”

“Custom slide backgrounds?”

“You know the key to my heart.”

The meeting and union of Jadah and Alexis remains to be seen as one of the worst or best things you could have ever done. They’re so damn similar it felt almost criminal to not introduce them, but with both having such strong personalities, a clash could be one of the titans. So far, however, they’re vibing just as well as you and Jadah have. Hence why all of these ladies are sitting around your coffee table, various drinks in hand, most alcoholic, except for yours of course.

Which reminds you…

“Oh shit,” you announce, four sets of eyes falling on you as you realize you haven’t shared the news with the majority of them, ironically, Jadah being the only one to know. “I haven’t had a chance to ask.”

You decide to be dramatic as hell, pausing as Alexis is the first to say, impatiently, “ask what, hoe?”

Another pause followed by an intentional rub of your belly as you nonchalantly ask, “which one of ya’ll wants to be in charge of planning the baby shower?”

You’re met with instant screams and squeals of enjoyment, a big smile falling on your face as you’re hit with all of the questions and exclamations.

“I knew it! I knew it was just a matter of time before BDJ struck again!”

“Y/N! Oh my goodness, congratulations!”

“No freaking way! That’s amazing!”

“I’m gonna act like I didn’t already know, so congratulations, great value sister wife!”

Alexis and Jadah’s statements make you laugh while Bianca and Kaylah’s cause your heart to swell. You then try to quiet them down, “thank you, guys. We’re excited. But, we haven’t told Callie yet, so please keep it to yourselves.”

“Of course.” Kaylah excitedly asks, “how far along are you?”

“Almost three months,” you answer, proudly. Although entirely unexpected, or maybe not depending on how you look at it, you’ve found your excitement at this pregnancy growing every single day. Excitement at having another child, giving Callie the chance to be a big sister, to give Joe the opportunity to experience this pregnancy with you from conception to birth and beyond. He deserves it, especially now that you know what he went through with Jadah.

“Wait. Damn. This means we can’t have a hot girl summer until next year!” Alexis is pouting as she downs the rest of her drink before reaching for the bottle to get a refill. “You couldn’t let that nigga shoot up the club later this fall instead.”

Kaylah’s nose turns up as she also takes a sip of her moscato but not before muttering, “didn’t need that visual.”

Rolling your eyes, you point out, “Alexis, we are too damn old to be having a hot girl summer. Half of us are moms and/or in relationships except your non-committal ass.”

Non-committal has nothing to do with the topic that floats to the front of your mind, but having a room full of women to consult with seems like a perfect opportunity to discuss something that’s still bothering you to some extent.

“Let me ask ya’ll something.” You take a sip of your sparkling apple cider and get to explaining. “So, every time I try to talk to Joe about planning for when the baby gets here, like having my mom or his mom come stay with us a bit to help out when he’s on the road, he either ignores me, changes the subject, or just pacifies me. And I’m trying really hard not to cuss him out, but between baby emotions and me being me, it’s hard.”

Being perceptive is always something you’ve prided yourself on, valued as one of your attributes, so it’s hard not to miss when Kaylah, Alexis, and even Jadah all look suddenly uncomfortable with your question, like they also want to change the subject.

Bianca is the first and only to speak out.

“Yeah, that’s kind of weird.” Her agreement is the quintessential example of validation you were needing for this situation. “I get you’re barely three months, but why not start with the plans now? The sooner the better since it seems like his schedule is pretty hectic.”

Throwing your hands up in the air, you echo her sentiments. “Exactly! And one thing to know about me, which I know he has to know about me is that I like to plan. I hate surprises. We need to start figuring out this shit now.”

“I’d definitely talk to him about it, cause men can be very go with the flow, but this isn’t one of those things that I think should be go with the flow.”

“I feel like you should maybe just wait it out and see where the cards fall.” Kaylah’s suggestion is casual, but her eye contact is sparse, and you actually don’t know what to make of that.

Jadah contributes to the conversation with agreement to Kaylah’s point. “I agree. Trust your man, whore.”

“But—” And as if present and overhearing said conversation, your phone starts to ring, the man himself filling up your lock screen. “Speaking of the devil…..” You lift and show your phone to the group. “I gotta take this ya’ll.”

“Well, duh.” Alexis says like it’s a no brainer. “BDJ probably won’t stop calling until you pick up anyway.”

Laughing, you untangle your legs and climb off the sofa at the same time you answer his FaceTime, quickly telling him, “hold on.”

“I’ll be back,” you inform, but the last thing you hear is Bianca making the awful mistake of asking Alexis what “BDJ” stands for. Alexis and Jadah start to laugh.

Obviously, Jadah also knows what’s up.

Locking the door behind you, you sit down on the patio set that was delivered only two days prior and situate your phone on the accompanying table. Legs crossed, you give him the go, “okay, i’m good now. Just wanted some privacy.”

He doesn’t hesitate to slide right into protective papa bear mode. “How you feeling?”

“Alright.” Your hand unintentionally lands on your stomach as you explain, “had some nausea this morning, but that’s not out of the norm. I had pretty bad morning sickness when I was pregnant with Callie the first few months.”

You can tell he’s not entirely satisfied with this answer, leaning more on the concerned and conservative side. “When’s your next checkup?”

“April 8th. I made sure to schedule it so you can be there.” Joe indicated he wanted the first Monday after WrestleMania to be a day of rest for you and Callie, and it can still be, but you also couldn’t miss the opportunity for him to be a part of your first official well-baby visit. Especially with this being the first time you’ll be able to hear the baby’s heartbeat.

That must especially be special for him.

“I promise I’m okay, Joe.” Out of respect for him and his emotional state at such an important time in his life, you haven’t told him everything Jadah shared with you. Haven’t made him aware of your knowledge regarding his loss. You’re not sure if you ever will, to be honest. If he wishes to discuss that with you, you’ll always be there to listen and support. But, there’s zero desire to dig up painful memories and trigger this man.

That doesn’t, however, mean you can’t reassure him when you can see there’s a level of anxiety and apprehension.

“If I wasn’t, you and Dr. Young would be the first to know.” It’s a promise. You would never do anything to risk unnecessary complications with this pregnancy. “How do you feel? You look tired.”

He’s looked as such for the past couple weeks, and you feel slightly bad, knowing the whole Mariah ordeal must have taken a toll on him. Not to mention his intense training and preparation for WrestleMania.

Of course, he just shrugs, playing it off. “I’m good.” You make a knowing sound. “What?”

“Seriously, Joe. This is me. I know you like the back of my hand. You’re exhausted. It’s okay to admit as such.”

“I’m fine, Y/N. I promise.”

Joe is every bit stubborn as he is caring. He won’t agree with you, but that doesn’t make what you’re saying any less true.

“Whatever, just know I’m giving you a well deserved massage when we come to see you next week.” Coyly, you imply with a shrug of your shoulder. “And maybe a lil’ more depending on the layout of your place and if we can get some privacy from your lil’ twin.”

“Naw, that lil more is happening no matter what, even if I have to fuck you in the rental.”

His tone of surety makes you laugh as you think about something. “I don’t think we’ve ever fucked in a car before.” The list of places this man has been balls deep in you is endless, but a vehicle and plane seem to have not made the list. Yet. “Might have to change that.”

He also laughs. “Wherever you want it, baby, you just gotta tell me when and how.” Just more and more reasons to love this man to infinity and beyond. He matches your freak so well.

Joe asks about Callie, of course, and you let him know she’s in seven heaven playing with her cousin in her new room that’s gradually filling up even though she still doesn’t even have all of her stuff from back in your apartment. It also goes without saying that you remind him she’s absolutely thrilled to see him soon, the same as you, which is the same as him. Reunions between the three of you are just all around enjoyable.

Naturally, Joe apologizes, for no good reason, at not being able to come with you as you take Callie back to your hometown for your final apartment walkthrough and to close all other matters, officially making your move to Florida complete. It’s a bit of a bittersweet thing, leaving the place you grew up and have so many memories in. However, what’s ahead of you is so much better than what’s behind you.

And while you would love Joe to be able to come too, it’s also not necessary.

Especially when he finds out what else is on your agenda before you say goodbye for good.

Realizing your time with him could be cut at any moment, you decide it’s now or never to break the news to him. “There’s something I need to tell you, and I know right off the bat, you’re not going to be in agreement, but I need you to just hear me out.”

He’s hesitant and already skeptical but nods. “I’m listening.”

A deep breath followed by a quick prayer to the big man that Joe will at least try to be open to this plan. “I’m gonna go see my dad while I’m there.”

This is something you’ve really been thinking about, on and off, since the Christmas ordeal. It just hasn’t been such a major priority given all the other fires you’ve been having to put out. Alexis was right when she said the dynamic with your dad has a lot to do with the situation with Joe and not telling him about Callie.

And you being able to acknowledge that has made you realize you’ve been holding onto a lot of pain and anger towards that man. More pain than anything. And it’s time to let it go. The same way you’re leaving that town for good, albeit bittersweet, you need to drop the baggage of hurt at the door before the curtain closes permanently.

In this case, that means sitting in front of the man who is your biological father and nothing more, speaking your peace, and closing that chapter.

For good.

To some extent, you expected, maybe more so hoped, for Joe to be more receptive.

It was wishful thinking, at best.

Immediately, he protests, face turned up in a scowl that reminds you of Callie when she’s in one of her moods. “Like hell you—”

Closing your eyes, you do your best to keep your voice leveled. “Hear me out, please.”

“Y/N, do you not remember the last time you saw that man?” Most definitely do you remember. That was definitely a low moment for you. “You were a fucking wreck. I’m not seeing you go through that again, especially with you being pregnant.”

“Do you really think if I had even an inkling it wouldn’t be safe for our baby I’d be doing it? Come on, Joe. You know me. I would never put either of our children in harm's way.” And you know he knows this, knows this very well, but you can also understand his anxiety from a couple different angles. “Before when I saw him, I was still looking for his love and approval. I can admit that now.” It’s been a tough pill to swallow, going back and forth between emotion and logic, coming to grips with such an uncomfortable truth. “I don’t need that anymore. I don’t even want it. I have you. I have Callie. My mom. Our friends. Even this new baby, but if I’m leaving that town for good, I need to leave all of the hurt it brought me there too. That includes making my peace with him.”

When he still doesn't say anything, you continue to plead your case.

“I need to do this, Joe. I’m not asking you to understand.” You’re not quite sure he could. This is one of those things that unless you’ve lived it, lived with a neglectful, uninvolved parent, you just couldn’t get it. “I’m just asking you to trust me.”

He’s quiet for a few minutes, and you already know it’s because he’s sitting on your words, doing his best to meet you where you are. Eventually, he says in a resigned voice, “I don’t want you going alone.”

There’s an immense amount of gratitude for his blessing, and his request is more than fair. You also figured as such, assuring him, “I already talked with Bianca about it. She’s gonna go with me.”

This seems to make him feel at least a little bit better. He scratches his beard. “Alright. But the minute you start feeling off—”

“I’ll cut it off. I know.” That goes without saying. You meant what you said. Nothing could make you put your baby at risk. “Thank you, Joe.”

Not wanting this to be the last topic you discuss, you switch gears a bit to something that will hopefully lessen his unease. “I also think we should tell Callie when we come to see you next week. I just told the girls today, and I’m gonna tell my mom while I’m there. Callie deserves to know.” The order of which you’ve told people about your pregnancy isn’t exactly how you would have preferred it to go. In a perfect world, it would have been Joe, Calllie, your mom, and then your close friends. But, life be lifing, so you just have to roll with it as best you can.

Joe nods. “I agree.” You overhear a distant voice in the background before his gaze falls on you. “I gotta go, babe.”

It’s hard not to feel disappointed. “I get it.” This pregnancy has your emotions a bit on the high, sensitive end, because there’s no reason for you to feel like crying just because this man has to get back to work. You miss him like crazy, sure, but this has always been a bit of the dynamic. You get him in doses, sometimes big, sometimes small. “Can we still call you tonight? You know Callie can’t sleep unless she can tell both of us goodnight.”

It’s such a twist, a beautiful, unexpected thing. Once upon a time, it was just you she needed to see and/or speak to before she could fall asleep. But now, it’s both you and Joe, and you honestly couldn't love that more.

Their relationship and bond is so precious to you.

And now that you understand what Joe’s been through, you can see why he’s always willing to move heaven and earth for her. She’s the little girl he’s always wanted and finally has.

“Of course.” You weren’t expecting any other answer. “I love you.”

A warm smile sets on your face. “I love you too, baby.”

You settle on a time that works best for him and end the call. Ignoring the sadness at not being able to talk to him further, you walk back in the house for a sure pick-me-up.

“Well, it’s about time,” Bianca teases, dimples nice and pronounced. “Thought we were gonna have to check on ya’ll.”

“No, she’s back too early….” Alexis, as per usual, confuses you when she asks, “ya’ll weren’t having phone sex?” She curses and then grabs her purse, digging out her wallet, slapping a wad of cash into Jadah’s expecting hand.

“Told you,” Jadah says knowingly, smirk on her pretty face as she counts the cash. “One thing I do know about Joe is he’s an all out type of man. It’s rounds or nothing.” She then looks over at you, apologizing, “hope that doesn’t make you uncomfortable.”

“It doesn’t.” It’s an honest answer. You’re old, mature, and secure enough to acknowledge and be okay with the fact your man has been with her in almost every way he’s probably been with you. Outside of the emotional connection component, which is really what matters the most to you. Sex would just be sex if you didn’t love him as much as you do. If he didn’t love you as much as he does. That’s what makes it so explosive.

“Well, it bothers me!” Kaylah looks so disgusted, and you can’t blame her. “Joe is literally like my brother!”

Bianca cosigns with a shake of her head. “And it bothers me because Y/N literally is my sister.”

“That’s so wild, so ya’ll are half sisters, right?” Jadah asks, pointing between the two of you as you move back onto the sofa. “Same mom or…..”

“No, same dad, but we don’t claim him.”

Jadah makes an ‘O’ with her mouth as Alexis leans over to whisper something in her ear. “Got it. Daddy issues. Ya’ll should just jump him then.”

“That’s what I said! Stomp his ole’ mean ass.”

Yeah…..putting Alexis and Jadah together may have created a new kind of threat to society.

“Anyway.” Refocusing them is really the best and only option. “As we were discussing, ya’ll think I should bring it up to Joe when we fly there next week?” You then remember the pact mentality and aim your question toward Bianca. “Let me just ask you, cause you seem to be the only one who gets where I’m coming from.”

At that, Bianca opens and closes her mouth. “Oh. That. I…..I think you should just leave it alone. I’m sure Joe has his reasons.”

Now it’s your turn to look shocked. “What? That’s not what you said literally not even 10 minutes ago.”

Bianca switching up on you definitely wasn’t in the cards, especially since she was providing you all the affirmation and validation you were seeking in your dilemma.

She looks off, almost in a guilty, sheepish way. “I changed my mind….”

“What did ya’ll say to her?” It’s directed toward Alexis and and even Jadah, because Kaylah doesn’t seem like the type to try to sway people one way or the other. “Can’t leave ya’ll asses alone for two minutes.”

“I don’t like your tone, Mama Mia. Watch it.” Alexis warns, and you can only roll your eyes. “What you need to be focused on is what you’re gonna wear to the Hall of Fame and WrestleMania.”

Kaylah gasps, also remembering. “Shit, I completely forgot about that.”

Your eyes land on her with premature excitement. “You’re going to the awards too?” She nods and you let out a big sigh of relief. “Oh thank god, I was kinda nervous. I’m sure Trinity is going too, but the more the merrier, I feel like I’m gonna be so out of place there or everyone’s going to hate me.”

“Girl, like Joe is going to let that happen.” Jadah is, surprisingly, the first one to jump to calm your nerves. “Him taking you in and of itself is such a ‘fuck you’ move. He really said ya’ll not about to bully the woman I love and think I’m finna just keep her on the backburner.”

“I agree.” Kaylah chimes, providing additional and useful context. “The internet wrestling community is a cesspool, and they’ll always find some reason to complain and bitch, but Joe has never been about that. He’s gonna have you on his arm regardless of who has something to say about it.”

“Ummmm, why are we acting like majority of the internet isn’t all on Y/N’s dick now that ya’ll cleared up the air?” Alexis lifts her phone, adding, “I literally can’t get on TikTok or Twitter without seeing edits and photos of Y/N that the internet has dug up. They can’t get enough of her.”

“Her ass, specifically,” Jadah adds, and you shake your head.

“I think what they’re trying to say is that maybe you should redirect your focus on fashion and hair choices vs public perception, because it seems to be in your favor currently.” Bianca’s advice is wise and on time. It also is very much giving off teacher vibes, just another thing you two can connect on.

You’re really happy you asked her to come visit you.

That you gave her a chance.

It’s proving to be a really good decision.

“Well, I’m gonna have my mom do my silk press while I’m there, so there’s that.” Typically, you avoid heat like the plague, sucking up the pain in the ass wash days to keep your curls hydrated and thriving. However, you’re okay with every now and then sitting in that damn chair for what feels like, and is, hours for these special occasions. And attending the Hall of Fame awards as well as WrestleMania definitely constitutes a special moment. “As far as fashion…..I have no idea. I don’t really have a lot of fancy clothes, and the ones I do have are before Callie and even now with the weight I’ve gained from this pregnancy already, I don’t know if I can still wear them.”

“Well then it’s obvious what we need to do.” Alexis says with a ‘duh’ tone. “We need to go find you some dresses! Like, today.”

“I probably do need to pick up something too.” Kaylah says with a heavy sigh. “I think Josh said something about wearing red.”

“Of course you have to wear red. That’s Bloodline colors.”

You chuckle at Bianca’s enthusiasm. It’s kinda cool that she’s also into wrestling. You’re so tempted to ask Joe if he can get tickets for her, Darius, and Taylor, but you also don’t want to do too much. It already means a lot to you that he got tickets for your mom and Alexis.

“I hate to pull the girls from their playing. They must be having a blast considering not one has come down in like over an hour.” It’s true. Not to mention you can also occasionally hear the chorus of giggles and shouting indicating just how great a time they’re having.

“I can watch them for ya’ll.”Jadah’s suggestion causes all sets of eyes to land on her. She rolls her eyes. “You all go get the shopping done, and I’ll stay here with the kids.”

“Jadah, you don’t have to—”

“I don’t mind. I’m not really that big on shopping anyway.” Finally. A difference between her and Alexis. “Plus, I have some client stuff I can get caught up with.”

You’re still reluctant, offering her another out. “If you’re sure….”

“Y/N, I would hope by now you’ve figured out I’m too blunt to lie. I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t want to.” Jadah shrugs, directing her next statement to Kaylah and Bianca. “If you’re also good with it too, of course.”

Bianca and Kaylah echo agreement with you, hence it being decided.

With a chuckle, you announce, “I guess we’re going shopping.”

———-

Things have been hard since you first landed back in your hometown.

Saying goodbye to your students was hard.

Saying goodbye to friends in town has been hard.

Bidding farewell to the apartment you first brought your sweet little girl home to after she was born was very hard.

Visiting your grandma’s grave one last time for who knows how long…..that’ll be brutal.

But this….confronting your father for the last time…

To say you’re a bit on the anxious side is putting it nicely.

This was always going to be on the nerve inducing side for a variety of good and valid reasons. It’s just getting to the moment where it happens, where you sit in the parking lot of the restaurant he agreed to meet “you” at is just bringing out some indecision you’re certain comes from a place of anxiety.

Finally stepping out of the car, you and Bianca reach the door of the restaurant when she turns to you, mouth turned into a bit of a frown as she reminds, “you sure you want to do this?”

“It’s not about what I want to do. It’s about what I need to do, Bianca.” It’s the truth. This isn’t something you’ve been dying to have happen your entire life, but for the sake of your healing, it’s what needs to happen. “But, if you feel uncomfortable, I totally get—”

“Not at all.” She reaches for your hand. “You’ve got this.”

A deep breath followed by a head nod as you accept her hand. She gives you a little squeeze and opens the door, leading the way figuratively and literally. As expected, he’s already there and waiting, sitting near the back of the restaurant. You’re not surprised a man like him is right on time. He seems like the punctual bastard type.

And Bianca has reiterated as such before.

Together, you walk hand in hand towards him. Your eyes never leave him, watching as he lights up with a genuine smile at seeing Bianca, but that smile almost instantly drops when he sets his gaze on you.

Expected.

Wholly expected.

Immediately, his nose is turned up in visible disgust, primarily directed toward you. “Bianca, what is the meaning of this?”

“What?” Her voice is full of nonchalance as is the expression on her face. “I told you your daughter wanted to speak with you.”

He just didn’t know which daughter.

There’s no denying or misunderstanding his anger at the subterfuge. He shoots up from the table. “I’m not putting up with—”

Bianca is quick with it, assertively informing him, “if you want even a chance of seeing Taylor again, you’re gonna sit right back down and hear her out.” It means the world to you that not only has Bianca agreed to be here with you today, but it’s the fact that she’s willing to be so loyal to you.

Like a sister.

Because she is your sister.

He scoffs almost immediately. “Using my grandchild to blackmail me? That’s low, Bianca. Your mother and I raised you better than that.”

She crosses her arms and matches his energy. “You are the last person that needs to be talking about raising anyone.” She then looks at you, placing a comforting hand on your arm. “I’ll be right over there if you need me, okay?”

Nodding, she gives you one last supportive squeeze and ignores her father to walk over and slide into a booth across the room.

Left alone, you watch him begrudgingly sit down so he’s across from you, same set of brown eyes locking. It kills you how much of yourself you can see in him, starting with the same set of eyes. You just have to remind yourself that that’s where the similarities end.

“This won’t take long, which I’m sure you’ll be happy to hear.” He doesn’t agree nor disagree, not that it makes much of a difference to you. At all. “I’m moving from this town. Tomorrow’s the day I hand over my keys, and I’ll officially be living in Florida full time. Not that you care, because we both know you never have and never will give a flying fuck about me.”

“Is there a point to this?” The edge in his voice, maybe even a couple months ago, might have killed you. Stolen your joy. Now, it does nothing. He no longer has that power over you, because you’ve taken that power back.

And it feels so damn good.

“I did it, you know.” Without giving him a chance, if he even would, to respond, you continue. “I made something of myself. I’m successful. I have a career. I found love all without you ever doing a goddamn thing for me.”

For a second, you swear you see a different emotion flash in his familiar irises, but it’s gone almost instantly, replaced with that permanent disdain you refuse to allow sway you from your goal.

“I have a man who loves me in every single healthy way that exists, who loves our daughter more than there are words in all the languages put together.” Emotion chokes you up, but you manage to stick with the mental points you made for this conversation. “And you wanna know something? We conceived her when he was still married.”

Leaning forward as you lower your voice, both for privacy and emotionality. “But, I didn’t tell him. I deprived him and our little girl for the first almost five years of her life because I was so scared that he was going to be like you, that he was going to reject her and hurt her the way you hurt me.”

It’s a bit painful for you to verbalize those words, but also so damn liberating to free them from the confines of your subconscious.

To also release those shackles they had on you.

“But, I was so so so wrong, because he is the best damn dad she could have asked for, and he was angry with me for not telling him about her. He wanted to be in her life. He wanted her. And it’s through that I finally realized something.”

Your voice cracks as you finally release your truth and acknowledge freedom from over 30 years of emotional bondage.

“I’ve finally realized after all these years that it’s not that I’m not good enough for you.” You shake your head, pointing at him with all the intention and determination you can muster up. “You’re not good enough for me. Not good enough to be my dad. Definitely not good enough to be a grandfather to my kids. Not good enough to be in my life.” There isn’t an ounce of hesitation or a stutter in your voice. “It’s not that I don’t deserve to be in your life. You don’t deserve to be in mine. You never did, and you never will.”

And never again will you seek out that love and validation from him. You don’t need it.

You never did.

“I actually feel sorry for you, because I am an amazing, strong black woman who was raised by an even more amazing, strong black woman who was also raised by a phenomenal black woman. And my daughter….” Just thinking about Callie, her warm smile and the great big hug she gave you, before you and Bianca left her and Taylor with your mom, makes you all choked up again. “—is the kindest, sweetest, smartest kid you could ever meet. But as long as there is breath in my body, you will not know her or any other kids I bring into this world.”

That’s a promise, an oath, a swear on everything that you love and hold dear.

“After today, you are dead to me, and I truly hope you one day see all that you missed out on, but I’m not going to wait around for that. I’m going to spend the rest of my life surrounded with love and family because that’s what I deserve.” Grabbing your purse and sliding out the booth, you make eye contact with Bianca who starts to head over. “Take care, Captain Wilson.”

As soon as she’s at your side, he shoots up from the booth. “Bianca, if you leave with that girl—”

“That woman,” Bianca corrects with all the sharpness. “You mean my sister?”

His lips turn up with a hateful snarl. “This hoodrat trash is not your sister.”

You actually laugh at his words, laugh at the fact that he’s truly so pathetic and a piece of shit he couldn’t even take any of what you just said to heart. It also makes you wonder if he’s aware of all the shit that’s been happening online regarding you. Not that it makes a difference.

It’s just something else he would try to use to justify not being in your life.

Like a coward.

“No.” She lifts her chin, taking your hand. “She is my sister, but you?” Bianca shakes her head, and you can hear the emotion catch in her voice. “You’re not my father. You’re the trash.”

If he offers a visible response to her harsh words, you’ll never know because Bianca tugs on your hand, directing the both of you to turn around as she marches you out the restaurant. Once out of the vicinity, she spins you around and brings you in for a big, loving hug.

“I’m so damn proud of you.” Eyes closing, you accept and lean into her embrace. You’re also insanely proud of you. “You said what you had to say. The ball is in his court now.”

“I highly doubt he’s gonna do anything with it.” Separating, you again thank her. “I really appreciate you being here with me today. I’m not sure Joe would have been okay with me doing this, if you weren’t here.”

She smirks, head tilted to the side. “Nowhere else I’d rather be, hun.”

It’s the truth. Along with the fact that you’re not even sure you would and even could have gone through with this if not for her assistance and support. It’s crazy how the people you’ve met in recent months have become such important figures in your life and the people you thought were important are now strangers.

Life….always a wild ride, for sure.

“And speaking of Joe….” She’s understandably confused as you casually throw out, “guess who’s going to WrestleMania with her little sister?”

Bianca’s eyes are as wide as saucers. “Seriously?” Laughing, you nod. “Oh my god—” She captures you in another big hug, the two of you nearly hopping like damn teenagers. “Wait, just me or—”

“Of course not. Taylor and Darius too. I feel like he might divorce your ass if you tried to go without him.”

“You’re not entirely wrong.” Her laughter lessens as she looks at you with admiration and appreciation. “You really didn’t have to do that, Y/N.”

“It wasn’t that big a deal.” And it wasn’t. After biting the bullet and pushing aside unnecessary anxiety, you just shot Joe a text asking if there was any way Bianca and her family could attend Mania. His response was an almost instant yes. “Besides….we’re sisters.” Your eyes begin to water as you give a one shoulder shrug. “We look out for each other.”

Her smile matches the emotionality of this moment. “You’re damn right we do.” Sniffling, she wipes her eyes and then gasps. “Shit, now I need to find a dress. Does this town have any stores where I could maybe find something?”

Her question is so laughable. “Not really, sis. Let’s just wait till we fly home. I’m sure we could find you something there. Maybe the boutique where I got my dresses."

Home…..

You’re not sure if you’ve referred to Florida as home prior to this moment, but it feels so good, so right. Like it’s where you’re supposed to be. Where you were always supposed to be.

Home with your daughter, with your man, with the baby growing inside you.

With your family.

#roman reigns x black!reader #roman reigns x black!oc #roman reigns fic #roman reigns #arisnotebook

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could u write Lando with an older woman? who maybe already has a kid, or at least with a small child is in her company? thanx <3

Hello, sure I can! The woman is around 30, and since there are no more instructions, the child that accompanies her is her nephew!

I Never Wanna See You Walk Away | LN4

fandom: Formula 1

pairing: Lando Norris x OC (not named)

names/faceclaims: -

summary: Lando takes Mila to the zoo

warning: age difference (older woman x younger man)

requested: yes / no

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“Mila! Mila please wait for me!” Lando yelled after his little niece who zoomed away from him on her bright pink scooter, laughing at her uncle’s attempts to catch her.

Lando had a rare moment of peace in his busy season, which allowed him to go home to Bristol for a few days, to see his parents and siblings. And because he was gone so often, hell he lived in a different country, he offered Oliver that he would take Mila in the late morning for a little ‘date’ to Bristol zoo, allowing his brother and Savannah some time with their newborn Athena.

What he didn’t count though was the energy hiding in Mila’s little body, and also the fact that she didn’t care if her ‘Uncle Lala’ was able to match his steps with her excitement.

So he was basically running after the child, trying not to gain too much attention. He was happy to not only have a break to see his family, but also not to be in public eye that much and that often.

He passed by lions and giraffes, his eyes firmly locked on Mila’s yellow jacket in desperate need to not loose her from his sight. A group of people suddenly appeared in her way, and Mila, startled, turned and ran her scooter straight into another child, both kids falling on the ground.

“Shit,” Lando sweared when he heard Mila’s high-pitched cry, running the last few paces and crouching next to her. She has laying in her stomach, the scooter next to her, partly crushed under her, the sleeves of her jacket dirty with mud, and her eyes shining with tears.

“Oh no no no, don’t cry darling, don’t,” Lando carefully lifted her, helping her to stand up and started to look for any kind of injury. In the whole mess, he completely forgot about the boy that Mila crashed into. Said young child was standing up, his hair messy and wet with a dirty water from the puddle that he fell into, the bottoms of his pants dirty. His eyes were shinning with tears, but he seemed desperately determined not to cry. Lando thought he could be around five.

“Buddy? What happened?!” a voice sounded behind them, and Lando turned to see a stunning woman with alarmed face expression. She was wearing black skinny jeans, cute boots on a small heel with a bow in the back, and a long maroon raincoat. Long haired pulled in a messy bun, and horrified look as she knelt next to the young boy, checking him in the similar way he was checking Mila.

“What happened, buddy?” she hugged him closer to her, caressing his cheek and wiping the lonely tear in his cheek. Mila though continued to cry loudly in Lando’s arms, him not being able to comfort her.

“That girl ran into m-me with her sco-scooter, those pe-people there sca-scared her,” the boy let out a few sobs, pointing first at Mila and then at the group of people that calmly walked away, clearly not aware of two crying children behind them.

“Okay, that’s okay, nothing happened,” the woman pressed a small kiss on boy’s forehead, smoothing his hair down.

“Are you okay? Does anything hurt?” she checked, and when he shook his head negative, she turned her eyes to Lando and Mila. Lando expected her started screaming at him for not being careful, but she just smiled slightly.

“And you sweetheart? Are you okay?” she asked Mila, patting her hair. The little girl was watching her warily, still sniffling the ugly tears away, but she shook her head.

“Good. That is good. C’mon, there is no need to cry, okay? Things like this happen, the most important thing is that you are not hurt,” she smiled, and to Lando’s absolute surprise Mila squirmed out of his arms and flew herself at the woman. She quickly closed her arms around the little girl, before motioning with her hand for he boy who squeezed himself next to Mila, cuddling closer to the woman that Lando still didn’t know.

“I’m sorry, I lost an eyesight of her for only a second,” he apologized and stood up, looming over the most unusual trio anyone could imagine. He earned only a smile and a shake of head.

“Nothing bad happened, right? They’re both okay, maybe little startled, but that comes with life,” she gently eased herself out of Mila’s grid, standing up as well, her hands in each of the kids heads.

“Although we can’t tell your Mum, buddy, otherwise she would have Auntie’s neck for that,” she winked at the boy who gave her a big smile back, one of his front teeth missing but not from the collision.

“Okay, so since they both are fine, I guess we should go,” she patted Mila’s hair and let her go, grabbing the boy’s hand. But Lando’s niece had nothing out of it, running it her and grabbing her hand with the determination only toddlers posses.

“No, come with,” she stomped her foot, the last reminders of a crying fit moments ago long forgotten.

The woman looked at her with wide eyes, before bashfully smiling at Lando and turning back to Mila.

“Do you want to go to take a look at the animals with us?” she asked, making Mila nod with all seriousness.

“Yef, animalf,” she pointed towards the nearby camel, and the woman chuckled.

“Well, if your Papa has nothing against it, you can come with me and Maxie here,” she motioned to the boy who smiled at Lando’s niece.

“Oh I’m not her dad, merely an uncle,” the McLaren driver quickly corrected her, feeling a blush warming his cheeks. She was gorgeous. Clearly older than him, probably closer to thirty than to twenty, but the classic elegance and kindness made his stomach tighten and his hands sweat.

“Well, there is nothing like ‘merely an uncle’. You’re basically her Dad in proxy now,” she smiled at him, before offering her hand and introducing herself.

“Oh, eee… Bob. I’m Bob, and this little spitfire here is Mila,” he motioned to the girl who was already standing at the fence together with Maxie, both of them watching the three camels inside with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry again for the incident,” he apologized again but she only waved her hand.

“As I said, nothing happened. No broken bones or knocked out teeth.”

They were quiet for a moment, watching the kids, before Max turned to his aunt.

“Auntie, can we get some snack?” he asked, his puppy eyes out in all force, making the woman roll hers before smiling gently.

“I guess we can. Want to come with us?” she asked Lando, who after a few seconds nodded. It wouldn’t hurt neither of them.

“Sure, why not. But,” he raised his finger, “I will pay.”

That earned him a chuckle from her and excited yells from the kids, and Lando offered her his elbow which she accepted before smirking.

“Well, I guess driving fast cars in circles earns some nice paycheck, right?” she added like it was nothing. But that little comment made Lando sweat, and not in a nice way. Looking at his horrified face she started laughing.

“We’re in Bristol, Mister Norris. You’re a superstar here,” she patted his arm gently.

“Don’t worry though. If you don’t say who you are, I will not. Now, off to the snack! Max wanted those strawberry pancakes they have in the bistro!” she pulled him with her like they knew each other for years, Mila and Maxie walking in front of them, the boy helping his new friend with her scooter.

And Lando? Once the shock from the realization that she knew him disappeared, he relaxed, and maybe… maybe a small hope for leaving with her number in his phone by the end of the day entered his mind.

#lando norris #lando norris x oc #lando norris x reader #formula 1 #mclaren #Lando and mila #oneshot #request

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