#oh yeah I also have a playlist for this!!

[hamilando]

ੈ✩ daddy playlist (smau) ੈ✩

pairing : f1 gird x leclerc! reader ( platonic )

summary: the leclerc sister causing havoc in the f1 driver’s life

tw : fluff; chaos, VERY SUGGESTIVE

fc : emma chamberlain

a/n : this was requested anonymously by an anon! I hope you like it and thank you so much for supporting me ! lysm 🫶🏻 the reader is gay, so don’t like it, don’t read it 🫶🏻 also, there are a lot of suggestive jokes, so please don’t read if you are uncomfortable

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babyn daddy's home chauffeuring these Lil girls

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lordperceval wtf are you driving a Mercedes !?

lordperceval haven't I bought like 10 ferrari's for you ?

lordperceval even Lewis is leaving Mercedes

babyn calm down, brother dearest, it's georgey's

georgey shame on all of you for catfishing in my car

albono I AS WELL also own a Mercedes 🙏

albono norris, you better be careful in track, the fuck are you sending my ugliest pictures on the net

norizz oh come on, if you are ugly, you are going to be ugly

max1 and not like you don't crash every now and then

colawithice it's the Williams' fault

chillijr that's why I am replacing you

colawithice and that's why I am replacing checko ✅

babyn YOU ARE GOING TO REDBULL!?

babyn OH MY GOD

babyn REDBULL WILL HAVE MILFS

babyn BOTH OF THE DRIVERS ARE DATING MILFS

norizz or they just have mummy issues

max1 and you have height issues

colawithice height does not matter, it's the girth

hamsandwich it's the looks 💪🏻

georgey why do you follow yn?

babyn WHY WONT HE!?

kikagnome the whole grid follows her

babyn except the drivers without talent and daddy issues

peirreneedsgas then why is Lando following you ?

norriz mate, last time I checked, I WAS THE ONE COMPETING FOR THE CHAMPIONSHIP

babyn and it was all too much for little Lando Norris

pastry we still are winning then constructors💪🏻

chillijr Ferrari will cover up

babyn only if they pass the radio in spanish from now on

georgey 😶

albono 😶

pastry 😶

lilyhye 😶

babyn LILY WHY WERE YOU OFFLINE

carmenvroom 😶

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babyn the only man I would ever spread my legs for -

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lordperceval you are not getting out of my sight anymore

lordperceval dare you leave the Ferrari garage

babyn I will go the McLaren garage

pastry oh fuck no, BIANCA IS NOT THERE FOR EVERY RACE

babyn 😔

max1 I will join you

babyn turning people gay since 01 💪🏻

babyn but before, give me Kelly

max1 you can very much take toto, thank you

kikagnome yn, babe stick to one person yeah ?

babyn stop flaunting your relationship with pierre

pierreneedsgas SHE DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING !

babyn your existence is enough

kikagnome why do I have you as my best friend again ?

babyn idk, sounds like a you problem

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babyn SHE FUCKING LOOKED AT ME !?

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norizz was it necessary to use me ?

babyn well yes, you are confused everytime

max1 thank God you will stay off Kelly now

babyn NEVER FROM MY FAV MILF

ollibear Bianca gave me her number

babyn TO YOU !?

olliebear what's so surprising ?

babyn YOU ARE WHITE AND YOUNG AND WELL A KID

olliebear YOU ARE WHITE TOO !?

babyn I AM MONEGASQUE

kingarthur sorry ollie, she failed her middle school

norizz she just looked

babyn itz the start of our marriage book, I have already made like 10 playlists

colawithice tell me you're gay without telling me you are gay

babyn you are LaTiNa

colawithice I WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU

lordperceval every week, you tell me some other girl is going to my sister in law

babyn I WANT TO BECOME A WAG

kikagnomes ITS FRIENDSHIP GOALS CHARLES

pierreneedsgas wait what

babyn calm down french fry, you both only met because of me

hamsandwich please don't, we don't need another person on the grid with an age gap

chillijr I think being in the f1 world has a mandatory check of having an age gap relationship

albono ME AND LILY are very happy 😊

georgey so are we Carlos

rebecamour Carlos, I AM ONLY ELDER TO YOU BY ONE YEAR

chillijr I didn't mean it about us !!

rebecamour Aren't you an f1 driver !?

babyn he is not, he is unemployed

chillijr I am!! But we love each other and Y/N, STOP

babyn no one tells me to stop, I LOVE BEING IN COMMAND

chillijr Charles, control your sister

lordperceval Arthur, please do

kingarthur only maman can

hamsandwich well you could show this account to her ?

babyn ALL GOOD

babyn NO NEED

babyn I AM GAY AND HAPPY

babyn NOT SHARING ANYMORE

lordperceval I love maman

kingarthur so do I 😊

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babyn Kika, the first girl who I fell in love with, the girl who taught me how to wear heels, the girl who taught me how to make my boobs look big ( you kind of catfished pierre..?) and girl who has been with me since we were thirteen. happy 21 my love 😗😗

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kikagnomes finally I get some appreciation 🫶🏻😊

pierreneedsgas the only post I ever liked on this account

babyn says the man who got catfished

kikagnomes I AM NOT THAT FLAT

babyn OH PLEASE

kikagnomes WELL I HAVE A BOYFRIEND

babyn who will gladly lick the plate

kikagnomes PLATE !?

norizz this is the first time I have seen boobs being compared to plates

pierreneedsgas shut up norris

kikagnomes shut up lando !!

babyn love let's just continue on the gc ?

kikagnomes yes, I need to debrief as well !

pierreneedsgas debrief what ?

babyn how you only last like 3 rounds !?

pierreneedsgas HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW !? FRANSISCA !?

lordperceval 3 rounds is impressive !!

babyn not for an athlete

kingarthur sister, what more do you expect from a human ?

babyn like minimum 5 rounds ?

max1 Y/N, this is not a formula 1 race where you go for rounds with pitstops

babyn y'all are just old

hamsandwich it's not about being old !!!

babyn forgot there were 40 year olds who can't even do one round

colawithice you women don't know how hard is it to keep the hip movements going

georgey EXACLTY, WE HAVE MORE FLEXIBLE HIPS THAN SHAKIRA

carmenvroom ....

lordoerceval the silence says a lot more my mate

babyn Colapinto beans, I am more dominant in bed than you are begging to be rode

lordperceval EVERYONE TAKE THIS ON YOUR CHATS, Y/N, SISTER I HAVE NO INTEREST IN YOUR SEX LIFE

babyn also Charles, work on your stamina mate, can't even go 2 rounds without panting

lordoerceval !? ALEXANDRA !?

alexmieux ... yn, love meet me NOW

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babyn when mom asks what me and that girl are going to do on a sleepover

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norriz at this point, you should sign up this account for onlyfans

lordperceval Lando, stop giving my BABY SISTER such ideas

babyn what makes you think I am not already there

kingarthur excuse me !?

babyn don't worry, I just sell your feet pics 😺😊

lordperceval the best investment from my money would be getting you a psychiatrist

colawithice give me some tongue tips

babyn milf not getting satisfied ?

colawithice you wish

chillijr telling your mom for future sleepovers

babyn telling reb about your Italy escapade

rebecamour Italy what !?

babyn nothing 🤭

rebecamour Carlos !?!?

chillijr nothing my love, she is just joking

chilijr STOP TRYING TO MAKE ME FIGHT WITH HER !

babyn sorry, I just thought you liked mariella

rebecamour MARIELLA !?

norizz just informing that Carlos won't be online for some time because I saw him run after her in the paddock

pastry why are you so mean yn ?

lilyhye Mena in What?

lilyhye exposing an affair !?

alexmieux as she should !?

babyn loves, there was no affair

kikagnomes you nasty -

lilyhye those are some damn long fingers ...

babyn someone just expressed their desire @ albono

albono thank you very much and I can work on it without your interference

lordperceval why in the world have you put me there !?

babyn Alex is lucky you know ?

lordperceval what did mom even eat before giving birth to you !?

babyn dad

kingarthur Y/N !!!

[pdriesta]

a lifetime of us — 4

an —a series of blurbs from past or present, following the main couple from “a lapse of us". happy belated birthday pedri <3

the soft hum of morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over pedri’s peaceful face. y/n lay beside him, her head propped on her hand as she watched him sleep, the faintest smile tugging at her lips. today was his birthday, and she had every intention of making it perfect.

leaning closer, she pressed her lips to his forehead, trailing kisses down his temple, his cheek, and finally to the corner of his mouth. he stirred, a sleepy groan escaping him as his eyes fluttered open.

“happy birthday, amor,” she whispered against his skin, her voice warm and soft.

pedri blinked up at her, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “best way to wake up,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her closer.

she giggled, peppering his face with more kisses. “i’d hope so. i’ve been rehearsing this moment in my head all week.”

he laughed, his voice still thick with sleep. “perfect execution. ten out of ten.”

“you’re welcome,” she teased, brushing her nose against his. “now, get up. you have training.”

pedri groaned dramatically, burying his face in her neck. “it’s my birthday. i should get to skip training.”

“oh, yeah?” she asked, amusement lacing her tone. “and who’s going to explain that to the manager? because it’s not going to be me.”

he pulled back just enough to pout at her, his lips curving downward in exaggerated disappointment. “you’re supposed to be on my side.”

“i am,” she said, running her fingers through his messy curls. “but i’m also on the side of you not getting benched for missing practice. so, up you go.”

he sighed, dramatically flopping onto his back. “fine. but only because you asked nicely.”

“good,” she said, sliding out of bed. “now, go shower.”

pedri’s hand shot out to grab her wrist, tugging her back toward him. “not without you,” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

she rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her. “you’re impossible.”

“and you love it,” he quipped, pulling her onto his lap as he sat up.

“unfortunately,” she teased, leaning in to kiss him before letting him guide her toward the bathroom.

after their shared shower—a mix of playful teasing and stolen kisses—pedri finally made his way to training. y/n stood at the door, waving him off with a smile before closing it behind her and setting her plan into motion.

the house was quiet, save for the soft hum of music playing from the speaker. y/n moved with purpose, stringing up decorations and carefully placing balloons around the living room. she’d ordered his favorite dishes from their go-to spots and was determined to bake him a cake, even though her track record in the kitchen wasn’t exactly stellar.

she spent hours sifting through flour, cracking eggs, and carefully following the recipe. by some miracle, the cake turned out beautifully, and she couldn’t help but grin as she set it on the counter to cool.

next, she wrote out a heartfelt card, pouring all her love and appreciation for him onto the page. every word felt inadequate, but she hoped it would be enough to show him just how much he meant to her.

meanwhile, pedri’s day was a whirlwind of laughter and camaraderie. his teammates, led by fer, had gone all out to plan a small celebration for him after training. they’d reserved a cozy corner of a local spot, decked out with minimal decorations and a playlist of reggaeton and Spanish classics.

“for someone who hates attention, you seem to be enjoying this,” fer teased, clapping a hand on pedri’s shoulder as he handed him a drink.

pedri chuckled, leaning back against the couch. “it’s not bad… but you’re lucky i like you all. i could be home right now.”

“oh, don’t start,” gavi cut in, pointing at pedri with mock offense. “you’re the birthday boy. this is your night.”

the group laughed, diving into a series of card games and playful dares. at one point, the boys each launched into an exaggerated story about pedri’s first days at barça, complete with impersonations that had everyone doubled over.

“you’re all idiots,” pedri muttered, though the grin tugging at his lips gave him away.

fer leaned in conspiratorially. “careful, y/n might kill us for keeping you this long.”

pedri laughed, shaking his head as he checked his phone for what had to be the fiftieth time. “she’s probably home decorating or something. she loves birthdays.”

“she’s a keeper,” gavi chimed in, earning nods of agreement from the group.

pedri smiled, a soft warmth spreading through his chest at the mere mention of her. “yeah,” he said, almost to himself. “she is.”

as the night wore on, the boys kept the energy alive with more stories, jokes, and a toast to pedri that left him blushing. but even in the midst of all the fun, his mind kept drifting back to y/n. he pictured her bustling around their home, maybe humming along to a playlist as she baked or adjusted decorations. the thought tugged at him, a mix of longing and guilt.

“bro, are you even here right now?” ferran asked, waving a hand in front of pedri’s face.

“what? yeah, i’m here,” pedri said, snapping back to attention.

fer smirked knowingly. “he's been like this sisnce we were young. his mind is just y/n, y/n, y/n”

pedri shrugged, not even bothering to deny it. “she’s just… the best. you’ll understand when you find someone like her.”

gavi groaned, throwing his head back. “and now he’s getting sappy. great. let’s call it a night before he starts reciting poetry.”

the group burst into laughter, but pedri just rolled his eyes, already grabbing his jacket. “yeah, yeah. i’m heading out. thanks for tonight, boys.”

“go on, lover boy,” fer teased, pulling him into a quick hug. “tell y/n we say hi.”

pedri waved them off, practically sprinting to his car. the drive home felt longer than it should have, his anticipation building with every turn. by the time he walked through the door, the sight of their cozy home, dimly lit and filled with the faint scent of baked goods, made his heart swell.

and there she was, standing by the table with a cake in her hands, her face lighting up when she saw him. in that moment, the night with the boys faded to the background. this was what he’d been waiting for—the person he wanted to spend every birthday, every moment with.

the sound of pedri’s car pulling into the driveway had y/n’s heart skipping a beat. she glanced at the cake on the counter, the soft glow of candles flickering against the dim light in the room. everything was ready—the decorations, the meal, her card, and most importantly, her excitement to see him.

the door creaked open, and pedri’s familiar voice called out, “mi vida?”

“in here!” she called back from the kitchen, a smile already spreading across her face.

he appeared in the doorway moments later, his expression a mix of exhaustion and relief as his eyes landed on her. “there you are.”

y/n laughed softly, wiping her hands on a towel as she approached him. “where else would i be?”

pedri didn’t answer, his arms wrapping around her tightly as he pulled her against his chest. “i missed you,” he murmured, his voice low and sincere.

she pulled back just enough to look up at him, her brows arching in amusement. “you’ve been gone for all of six hours, pedri.”

“too long,” he said simply, brushing a kiss against her forehead.

she laughed, leaning into him for a moment before breaking away. “come on, birthday boy. sit down. i have something for you.”

pedri followed her to the table, his curiosity piqued as she set the cake down in front of him. the soft glow of the candles illuminated his face, and y/n felt her chest tighten at the sight of him—her pedri, the boy who had become her whole world.

“make a wish,” she said, her voice warm as she leaned against the table, watching him.

pedri didn’t hesitate. instead of closing his eyes, he reached for her hand, pulling her into his lap.

“pedri,” she laughed, trying to feign protest as she settled against him. “what are you doing? you’re supposed to blow out the candles.”

he tilted his head to look up at her, his dark eyes soft and filled with a kind of devotion that made her heart stutter. “we’ll make the wish together,” he said, his voice steady. “because i already have everything i could ever want.”

her laughter quieted, replaced by a tender smile as her hand moved to cup his cheek. “pedri,” she murmured, her thumb brushing lightly over the faint stubble on his jaw.

“it’s true,” he said, his free hand resting against her back to hold her closer. “you’re my wish, amor. every year, every day, it’s you.”

her gaze softened as she searched his face, her fingers tracing the line of his cheekbone. “you’re going to make me cry,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

“then we’ll cry together,” he teased gently, though his own voice carried a hint of emotion.

she shook her head, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead, then his nose, and finally his lips. “i don’t need anything else either,” she said softly, her words brushing against his mouth. “you’re all of it for me, too, pedri. always.”

they stayed like that for a moment, her perched on his lap, his arms wrapped around her as the candles flickered between them. finally, pedri turned his head slightly, his lips brushing her temple.

“blow them out with me,” he said.

she smiled, leaning forward with him as they both exhaled, extinguishing the candles together.

as the candles' faint smoke curled into the air, the dim light of the room settled around them, leaving just y/n and pedri in the cozy glow of their home. she stayed perched on his lap, her arms loosely draped around his shoulders, while his hands rested on her waist, grounding her there.

pedri’s gaze lingered on her, his dark eyes soft but searching, as though committing every detail of this moment to memory. “you know,” he started, his voice quiet, “i thought about today all week. not the training, not the boys’ plans. just… this. being here with you.”

her fingers gently combed through his hair, a smile tugging at her lips. “you’re sweet, pedri, but you didn’t have to rush home. you could’ve stayed out longer if you wanted.”

he shook his head, leaning his forehead against hers. “i didn’t want to. the whole night, i kept checking my phone, thinking about what you were doing, what you had planned. i couldn’t focus because… this is all i wanted. to come home to you.”

y/n blinked, her chest tightening at the honesty in his voice. she tilted her head back slightly to meet his gaze, her thumb brushing along his cheekbone. “you’ve got me now,” she whispered. “and you always will, pedri.”

he smiled, a little shy but entirely sincere. “good,” he murmured. “because i don’t want to spend another birthday without you. not next year, not ten years from now. i want them all with you, y/n. for the rest of my life.”

her breath hitched at his words, her hand stilling against his cheek as she absorbed the weight of what he said. “pedri…”

“i mean it,” he added softly, his hands tightening their hold on her waist. “every year, every birthday… i want it to be like this. you and me. nothing else matters.”

her eyes welled up with tears, but she managed a watery laugh, her fingers lightly tracing the curve of his jaw. “you’re going to turn me into a puddle, pedri.”

he grinned, leaning up to press a kiss to her nose. “you’re already my puddle, amor.”

she laughed, swatting at his shoulder lightly before cupping his face with both hands. “you’re the love of my life, pedri. you know that, right?”

“i’m counting on it,” he teased, though the crack in his voice betrayed the depth of his emotions.

y/n kissed him then, soft and lingering, pouring every bit of love she felt into the moment. when they pulled back, their foreheads rested together, and she whispered, “you’ll have every birthday, every year, every day. i promise.”

they stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s warmth, the forgotten cake on the table and the rest of the world fading into the background. in that moment, it was just them—two hearts intertwined, beating in time with a love that promised forever.

© PDRIESTA 2024

[itsa-me-lily]

Here is the Master Playlist for MPS AU

Here is Simon & Thimble playlist

Note;

This takes place early on in your marriage to Simon. So way before Baker or anything. Also I actually googled something about COD for this, look at my growth

Content warning;

Mom feelings, just a lot of mom feelings, crying, poor humor from Simon right out the gate

Some days it'd be nice if terrorists could actually be useful and be a great reason to get out of meeting the in-laws. Just a small attack somewhere, an empty building being blown up, no one had to get hurt. And given the colorful threat you had told Simon, the terrorists might have been nicer. At least they wouldn't have him vacuuming the same damn rug for the third time. Though given how you had spent the last hour and a half simultaneously power cleaning and winding yourself up for a possible heart attack, it wasn't like you were just lounging around eat bonbons.

Simon could almost understand the anxiety. He had never had to worry about it before, but he could recall a frazzled phone call with Tommy the first time he was going to meet Beth's parents. That he had been worried about being deemed not good enough. Simon at least knew that deep down he wasn't really good enough for you. Too much blood and violence in him. But as long as you were around he'd at least pretend to be alright. And if being alright meant over vacuuming an area rug well, he was trying to be a good husband.

Being a good husband probably meant he wasn't suppose to find it a little entertaining how you froze and looked at your phone like it was a live bomb. But after having to deal with actual live bombs, the way your eyes got big at the ringing electronic rectangle was a little silly. He watched as you answered the phone with all the seriousness of a man going to the gallows, fingers tapping against the kitchen table like you needed to channel your energy elsewhere. You didn't say a whole lot, and after you hung up you looked at Simon as if the end of the world was coming.

"She's here a half hour early."

Oh. Yeah that would probably explain the expression on your face. You had lost thirty minutes of compulsive cleaning of your tiny home that was already pretty damn clean. And as if to harken the end of times the dryer unit that had been crammed into a utility closet loudly declared itself done, the towels you had deemed needed a wash now dry and fluffy.

You looked...stuck. As if you were trying to pull yourself in two opposite directions and the force of it meant you weren't moving anywhere. Simon recalled that you had explained it once, when he had caught you staring at five different projects one evening. That having so many choices stunned you because you couldn't decide what to do first. Seemed like you were stuck between your mother and some towels. Truly a rock and a hard place. But again, Simon was at least attempting to be a good husband. He'd deal with the hard place.

"Go get your mum. I'll handle the towels."

He watched as you nodded, the deep inhale you took becoming a deeper sigh as you seemed to finally deflate a little, coming back into yourself more.

"Right. Thanks uh...you can-"

"I'll hang out some new ones in the washroom and fold the rest. Get going so she isn't stuck at the gate for longer."

With that it seemed that you were finally free to actually head out the front door. Honestly it was one woman. How bad could it be?

Those were famous last words. He had finished up the towels and had been setting the kettle on the stove when you had returned with your mother. Simon could see the family resemblance. It wasn't in the body build, your mother was taller and a little slimmer, but you both had the same arch to your eyebrows, the same round cheeks, and the same personality. It only took one look at Simon for it to start.

"What's with the face mask?"

Oh god. Fuck, if the earth could split in two and swallow you it would have been a god send. Yes you could recognize that maybe explaining the situation, you know the whole you were now married thing, before she had decided to come visit you would have for the best. But that would have meant having an entire conversation with your mother about why you had even signed up for the stupid program in the first place, why you didn't think it was going to amount to anything anyways, and why you went through with it. Which honestly you could answer the first two parts of that, you could. It was the last part that kind of left you spinning your wheels, and you didn't really care to explore it on a deeper level.

So here you were, in your front hall/kitchen/living room area with your mother questioning your technically husband, about why he was wearing a face mask that covered half his face. This was fine. Before Simon could respond you were stepping in, really unsure what was going to come out of Simon's mouth.

"Mom this is Simon. He um-He's not feeling a hundred percent and he didn't want to get you sick."

You could lie better than that. You knew you could lie better than that. You knew your mother knew you could lie better than that. Thankfully Simon didn't throw you under the bus and instead went with it, clearing his throat and responding in what you think was him trying for a sick voice.

"Would hate for ya to catch what I got ma'am."

You could tell your mom didn't believe any of it, but she didn't argue with it. Instead she let you show her around the house, humming in approval of how tidy it was. You were happy to note that Simon had chose to hang up the nicer towels in the wash. An hour and a half of anxiety cleaning paid off. It wasn't until you were showing her the bedroom that you mom closed the door behind her, turning to fix you with the stare, arms crossed over her chest and everything.

"Alright cut the bullshit. What is going on here?"

Oh the jig was up. You both knew it, but just like the time when you were ten and you had decided to give yourself a truly terrible haircut, you tried to pretend that nothing was wrong.

"Mom, I don't know what you're-"

"Since when are you Mrs. Riley?"

Fuuuuuck. Busted by the gate guards and they didn't even know it. Clearing your throat you tried so hard not to scratch the back of your neck or fiddle with your hair, or do any of the other tells your mother had watched you develop. It was hard, so was trying to think of another lie to get yourself out of the situation. You would have made a terrible spy.

"So...I kind of got married?"

"What?"

What were you supposed to do when you were faced with the mom stare. It was practically patented to make you spill your guts. And so it all came stumbling out. How your college best friend had told you about this matchmaking program she wanted to try but was too nervous too. How you decided you'd sign up with her for moral support because honestly you didn't expect to be anyone's cup of tea, it'd be something to laugh over later. And then how apparently you were someone's cup. You chalked up agreeing to benefits, and weren't going to touch any other reasons.

By the time you were done you had seated yourself at the end of the bed, hands motioning into the air like it would further explain yourself. It did not if you were to judge by the unimpressed look on your mother's face.

"I swear to god I raised you with more common sense than this."

"Mom-"

"If Dovey were to throw herself off a bridge would you?"

"That's not fair-"

"Isn't it? Why would you sign up for this just because she doesn't have-"

"Don't fucking even Mom."

You didn't mean to curse at your mother, you really didn't but there were things you weren't okay with your mom just simply assuming. Dovey was one of them.

"You've met her parents mom, they are that bad. She's my best friend and she was there when I got diagnosed, so yeah I'm going to be there for her in this stupid idea."

It seemed your mother hadn't expected you to curse or be as passionate as you were. She looked a little shocked, then a little hurt before she sighed, shoulders slumping a little as she came to sit next to you. You lowered yourself back to the bed, unaware that you had even stood up to shout at her.

You both sat there in silence for a moment, as if trying to find the right word to say. Sure the two of you had your spats over the years, but it was always just the two of you, and eventually you always found a way back to center with each other. It was just a stumbling process sometimes. You were both awkward like that.

"I know Dovey is important to you-"

"Mom-"

"But, you're my baby, and you're important to me. And this idea of you marrying a stranger? Honey that's terrifying. Especially since you didn't even tell me you were doing this."

She was right, and you knew she was right. You had tried to talk Dovey out of it before, with a laundry list of ways it could all go wrong. Hell it could still go terribly wrong for you, you had only known Simon for a few months. You felt your eyes burn a little, a wave of sudden guilt washing over you for scaring your mom.

"I know...and I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I just...I don't know what I'm doing...And I don't want to bother you with my stuff..."

"Baby. I signed up for a lifetime of being bothered by your stuff the second I knew I was having you."

You loved your mom so much, and a part of you had been terrified that she'd be disappointed in what you had done with your life. That she'd realize she had done the whole single mother thing for a waste.

You couldn't help the sniffle, you really couldn't. Thankfully your mother didn't say anything, instead pulling you into a hug where you could wrap your arms around her and just hold on. The two of you sat like that for a while, both of you ignoring sniffles and some stray tears. It was so nice to be held like this again. Like nothing bad could get you because you were with your mom. After a while though she pulled back, wiping at her face while you did the same with your own.

"He doesn't hurt you or anything right?"

It took you a moment to figure out who she was talking about.

"Simon? No, no he doesn't."

"And he doesn't force you to.."

Explaining your lack of sex life to your mother was probably about as awkward as your mother trying to give you the sex talk when you were twelve but you did manage to get through it. At least your mom seemed to approve of the separate bed.

"And you're sure he's not a serial killer with the whole..."

She motioned to her face, indicating Simon's face mask thing. The idea made you laugh. Not because you didn't think Simon was a serial killer, jury was still out on that one. But because the two of you had pretty much had the same train of thought.

"Pretty sure he's not. At least I don't think so."

"Well call me if you find a body in the freezer."

"We'd need a freezer big enough first."

Your mom made a face at that, and you both chuckled. The house was tiny, but so far it was shaping up to be an okay home. With a soft look on her face she brushed her thumb against your cheek.

"But really, don't hesitate to call me if something happens okay? I love you."

You felt your chest hurt with how much love you felt in that moment, throat getting choked up all over again.

"I love you too Mom."

Simon stood outside the bedroom door, not meaning to eavesdrop but well...the house was only so big. Plus when he heard you shout it had made some part of his brain light up with the urge to check if you were alright. From the sounds of it, you were at least. So for now he'd let you two have your moment.

He could wait to ask what kind of tea your mum wanted.

Edit;

I love my mom so much, so yes writing this did make me cry a little. Also in my head Thimble's mom has been dubbed Mama Pincushion.

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

you mentioned having a modern au with ghostbur and c!tommy that's basically big hero 6... i am very intrigued... do tell me more...

OH MY GOSH MEREDITH HI!!! This ask got buried in my notifs ansgajsgajfsja apologies for the lateness!!

Okay! So! Background info:

Tommy is a kid who’s been bounced around the foster care system for most of his life. He’s used to not staying anywhere for long, and not making close connections with anybody.

That is!!! Until he lands in the home of Phil, a random guy who’s been taking care of foster kids for a while. He’s chill, and nice, and he also understands how hard things can be. Tommy likes him!

Along with getting to know Phil, Tommy also gets to know Wilbur, a former foster kid of Phil’s :) Wilbur is in his early twenties at this point, but he wound up in Phil’s home when he was a teenager—a very, very troubled teenager. Phil and Wilbur are pretty much father & son, but it’s not legal or anything; Wilbur never told Phil he wanted to be adopted, and Phil didn’t want to push it. Eventually, Wilbur aged out of the foster system and moved away, though he still lives nearby and he and Phil see each other often :) Their bond is very very close & special & filled with love.

So anyway, Tommy gets to know Wilbur! They very quickly become close, and a little after that they become unofficial brothers! Wilbur is… the closest thing Tommy’s really ever had to family. He loves him more than anything else. And Wilbur absolutely adores Tommy as well!! He’s got a little brother!! That’s kinda sweet, isn’t it?

Tommy’s ramshackle family isn’t perfect by any means—Wilbur, especially, is clearly dealing with mental health issues but he refuses to talk about any of it—but Tommy thinks it’s the best thing ever anyway. Despite the problems, the three of them really do love and care for each other, and they’re happy together. They are a family, even if not exactly legally considered one.

And then Wilbur dies. He’s killed late one night at his house, by a man with a gun. And then Tommy isn’t sure what’s family anymore.

That’s all the background info! By the time the fic actually begins, things are a lot different—a bad sort of different. Tommy and Phil don’t know what to do with each other, or how to handle losing Wilbur. Tommy quickly becomes distant, refusing to open himself up to his foster dad, and closing himself up in his room. It’s… strange. And bad. And really, really hard. And more than anything, Tommy misses Wilbur. He misses his brother. He misses his best friend. He wants Wilbur back. It wasn’t fair that he died. He shouldn’t have died.

And then, somehow, an even stranger thing happens!

While walking home one day (Tommy’s a teenager in this fic, probably 15 or 16) he comes across… Wilbur? Except it’s not Wilbur. Someone who looks like him, sure, someone who has Wilbur’s face and eyes and smile. But it’s not him.

Ghostbur doesn’t exactly know what he is either. He knows he’s a ghost, presumably the ghost of Wilbur, but he’s about as confused as Tommy is! He doesn’t know why he exists, why he apparently sounds different than Wilbur, why he can float, what his purpose is, or why Tommy is the only person who can see him. It’s all a big mess, pretty much!

And that’s kinda what the whole fic is: Tommy, still grieving his brother, has to find out what the heck to do with Ghostbur, who’s worryingly carefree about the whole situation. They also both get chick-fil-a milkshakes at some point because that’s literally why I came up with this whole AU in the first place, so that Ghostbur could have a milkshake 😭 I 100% came up with this whole entire story just so that Ghostbur could have a milkshake. I promise I am not joking.

I’ve written two chapters so far, but after I realized that I… don’t really know where the story is going/how it’s gonna end, it fizzled out 😅 But I really do like the idea!! And I do want to write more!! It’s really just a matter of me figuring out an actual plot lol

The similarities to Big Hero 6 are kinda funny ajgsjagsjsgajsgjagaha

Younger brother is best friends with older brother

Older brother is killed

Younger brother befriends a being that was created by the older brother (Baymax/Ghostbur)

A parental figure who’s not actually the parent takes/took care of younger brother and older brother (Aunt Cass/Phil)

This is basically a Big Hero 6 AU without the superpowers lol

[keirientez]

band au rahhhhhhhhhhh

[timdrakesbussy]

idk why i’m so obsessed with imagining alex/sebastian as a doomed romance pairing like dear lord

[feelo-fick]

HEY

HAVE MY (STILL VERY SHORT BUT WORKING ON IT BUT ALSO ITS 11 PM AND I WANNA POST THIS RIGHT NOW) CHILAIOS PLAYLISTS 🔥🔥🔥🔥

[a-whole-lot-of-things]

i love dead boy detectives to death, and hope with all my being that we can Somehow pull off getting it back (through netflix or otherwise)

but honestly if we cant? if we get stuck at where we are now forever? i honestly think ill miss the potential s2 soundtrack the most

[johnslittlespoon]

i know it came out a few years too late for tough and sweet, but i'm currently thinking about john and gale fucking in gale's truck with sex on fire playing on the radio 👍🏻 some quiet country road, windows rolled down because it's too hot to deal with them fogging up, muggy summer air, clothes half–off, hands sliding on sweat–slick skin, etc

[grimvestige]

Let's go, fighting from the heart / I'll tear the world apart / No, I can't stand to see you be with anyone but me

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Shaking my GM (/pos) for using this as nightmare fodder for tiarnán in last night's session

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Trying to transliterate Leara's name into Quenya, and it somehow becomes, uh,

Lëarra

Which basically means "You Sealion!"

And I'm just, "Oh yes, this is That Sealion Woman, and she can breathe fire, as all sealions do."

If Leara, for any reason at all, needed an actual Quenya or Sindarin name for any fun Elvish shenanigans, we'll just use Calairie/Calearil, which is "Light of the Sea" in Quenya and Sindarin, and what Leara actually means.

[mars-ipan]

heyyy folks after putting suggestions through my rigorous filtering process (<- control freak) the priest au playlist has officially hit the 1 hour mark which means it's Postable now :3

have fun :) i will continue to add to it and take song suggestions and eventually i will probably have made smth that can serve as a playlist cover for it. yaaaay

[keeps-ache]

i have a new hobby!! i listen to my playlist and say things like 'oh this goes hard' 'it just can't miss' 'it's so good, you have no idea' to my brother who cannot listen to it bc i am wearing headphones lmaoo

[egberts]

girls wake up there's a new worm bike playlist in progress

alana said the new one is way more funky, I've noticed a lot of punk bands are piggy dippin in a funk/punk sound more than a pop/punk sound and honestly? I'm so obsessed.

[socksandbuttons]

do you have a youtube? :O

I doooo, how else am i suppose to make playlists

[spidergirl-fibula]

listening to any music lately?

Trans women yelling at me, mainly