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blue christmas |older!dilf!eddie munson x reader|
prompt: a look at two very different christmases in eddie's life.
apart of munny's merriest masterlist which you can read here!
contains: sad!eddie. parent guilt. divorce. gina. mainly just very lonely christmas angst but some fluff at then end.
Fourteen Years Before
“Hey, have a good one, Munson!” Phil waved a gloved hand, locking the body shop for the night. “Have a Merry Christmas!” Even Christmas Eve held its fair share of wrecks, cars breaking down in the snow, plenty of business even on the holiday.
“Yeah, you too!” Eddie waved back, hands shoved deep in his utility jacket, heavy and warm for the colder months. His hands fiddled around with the cigarette carton in his coat pocket, pulling out his keys with the cigarette, letting it hang from his lips as he slid into the truck.
The roads were empty, cleared of any traffic on his way to his apartment. The twinkling lights in the yards, strung merrily and proudly for all to see mocked him, a dull reminder of what wasn’t waiting for him at home.
Home. He used that term loosely.
The apartments were cheap for a two bedroom, close to Brielle’s school and Eddie’s work. Gina had got the house in the divorce. Eddie didn’t want it, couldn’t afford it on his own after she’d cleared out what little he had. His thumb rubbed over his ring finger out of habit, meeting the calloused skin there instead of the gold band he wore for eight years.
Eight years. Eight Christmases spent with Gina, with Brielle. They were far from perfect. He and Gina usually fought from Thanksgiving to New Years Eve, but at least he had a tree. At least it was decorated, and there were presents under the tree.
At least he wasn’t alone.
Eddie’s heart ached, a jabbing pain that spread through his chest, leaving his throat stinging with an uncomfortable burn. He knew the divorce was the right thing to do, when your seven year old asks Santa for her parents to stop fighting, it’s time. Still, he didn’t think it would hurt so badly, that it’d be this lonely.
That he’d miss it this badly.
Maybe he should have toughed it out, should have ignored Gina so he wouldn’t be sitting here, in a pitifully empty apartment, in a deafening silence, nursing a beer on Christmas Eve.
Eddie had put up a ‘tree’, a lighted spiral cone shape he found at a second hand store, after Brielle commented on his lack of decor. “You don’t like Christmas anymore?”
She’d made him an ornament in art class, which he couldn’t hang on the spiraled lights of the tree, so he taped it on. She was happy with it regardless, grinning and telling him about how her art teacher let her make two. “Since you and mom are divorced.” Eddie’s stomach turned. There was something so sickening about hearing his little girl say those words in such a cheery tone. Made him feel like a complete sack of shit.
Eddie looked at the clock on the stove, flashing bright, green numbers back at him. He worked later than expected, it was nearly eight, but knowing Brielle she was far from ready for bed- Santa's coming tonight. Eddie’s chest tightened at the thought- he was missing that.
He grabbed the phone, punching in the numbers carefully, he knew them by heart. The phone rang, and rang.
“Hello?” Gina’s huffy voice came over the other line.
“Hey, Gina.” Eddie said awkwardly. “I, uh, I just got home. I was gonna talk to Brielle if she’s still up.”
“Yeah, she’s still up.” Gina huffed, and he could practically see her eye roll, snarled lips. “You were supposed to call at seven.”
“I know, I know. I just- I got busy at work. Had to stay overtime.” Eddie ran a hand down his face, knee bouncing.
“Great. She’s gonna be even more wild now. She’s already losing her damn mind- Brielle, get out of your stocking or I’m throwing it away!” Gina pulled the phone away, shrilling. Eddie’s lips curled, hearing the cackle in the background, she was his daughter.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-” Eddie started.
“-Just, whatever. Don’t get her fucking wild, Eddie, I swear to God.” Gina snapped. The phone rustled. “Here.” Gina’s voice was muffled, before the phone settled.
“Hello?” The little chirp on the other end had Eddie’s heart swelling.
“Hi, Munchkin.” Eddie grinned softly, voice lilting higher. “Merry Christmas.”
“It’s Daddy!” Brielle shrilled. “Hi, Daddy. Merry Christmas.”
“Are you still up?” Eddie sighed softly. “You’re supposed to be asleep. Santa’s coming soon, Brie.”
“I’ll sleep in a little bit.” Brielle huffed lightly, she sounded like her mother. “When are you comin’ home? I saved you one of the Snowman cookies before Santa eats them, and I have reindeer food to put on the roof. It has glitter in it this time so they can see better.”
Eddie paused, words choked around the lump in his throat, heart sinking low into the pit of his stomach.
“Daddy?” Brielle asked, pulling the phone back. “I think it got undone-”
“-No, no, I’m here, Brielle.” Eddie’s voice was tight, hand pressed into his eyes. “Um, I-I’m not coming home tonight, remember?” A ragged breath shook out of his chest, and he hoped she didn’t hear it. “I’m coming to get you tomorrow afternoon, and we’re going to Grandpa’s.”
“Oh,” Brielle’s tiny voice was filled with disappointment, it tore Eddie’s heart right out of his chest. “Even on Christmas?”
“Yeah, baby. Even on Christmas. Remember me and mom told you, you’d get two Christmases. One with each of us.” Eddie tried to keep his voice steady.
“But not together?” Brielle muttered, a complete turn around from her previous excited tone.
“No, not together. I’m sorry, Brie.” Eddie pulled the phone away, taking a deep breath in to keep his emotions in.
“That’s ok.” Her tone told him otherwise.
“But I’ll see you tomorrow, ok? And you can tell me all about what Santa brought you, and then we’ll go to Grandpa’s and you’ll have even more gifts to open.” Eddie hoped his tone was convincing.
“Ok.” Brielle muttered sadly. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Daddy.”
“Yeah, you will, I promise.” Eddie swallowed the lump in his throat, nose burning with tears. “Good night, Brie. Dream of those sugar plums, alright? Love you.”
“G'night. Love you.” Brielle repeated solemnly.
The phone rattled for a moment, Eddie clearing his throat lightly. The line settled for a moment and he waited for Gina’s voice. A harsh dial tone came instead.
Eddie tried to ignore the hurt that pounded in his chest. He felt grimy, gross, and disappointed in himself. He felt alone, most of all.
Shaky fingers punched the buttons on the phone, knee bouncing as he lit a cigarette, pulling the ashtray closer to him on the kitchen table. “Hello?” Steve Harrington’s accommodating tone came through the line, a loud screech of children’s laughter in the background.
“Hey, Steve.” Eddie cringed at the shake in his tone, swallowing. “Sorry to bother you, I, uh, I just wanted to-”
“-Daddy! One present, please?”
“Yeah! Just one! One!”
“Hang on,” Steve huffed. “No, ok? Mom said no, and you know she’s the boss. You better stop, alright? It’s not too late to get on Santa’s bad list. I’ll call him right now and tell him to skip the Harrington residence-”
“No!” A chorus of cries in the background made Eddie smile, his chest aching even more with an unfamiliar feeling.
Tiny stampedes of feet cleared in the background. “Sorry, it’s a zoo over here, Ed.” Steve snorted lightly.
“Yeah, no, I get it.” Eddie laughed lightly, stopping himself gently. “Well, actually, I don’t. That’s, uh, that’s actually why I was calling.” Eddie exhaled deeply, rubbing his forehead. “I, uh, I just called Brielle, and she’s-”
“-Steven! I need help in here!” Nancy’s voice pierced through the phone, sharp even in the background.
“Fuck. Hey, Ed, can I call you back? We’re trying to make cookies, and they’re decorating the baby.” Steve sighed. “I’m telling you, these kids are insane. I’m about to rip my hair out, and I still gotta make a fuckin’ dollhouse.” Steve’s voice dropped to a low whisper.
“Yeah, no, I get it. Don’t worry about it, man.” Eddie felt his waterline flood. “Go be with your family.”
“Alright, I gotta go. Merry Christmas, Munson.” Steve hummed over the line.
“Merry Christmas.” Eddie muttered, the dial tone cutting him off again.
He leaned back in the dining room chair, cigarette burning between his fingers. Alone.
Present
“Eddie!” You called, wrangling the squirming one year old in your arms, Delilah was determined to get to the shiny presents, squealing and cackling. She was just crawling, thankfully, toddling but not as sure, but she was fast.
“Ed, get the phone!” You yelled, the trill of the landline Eddie still had around filled the house. Brielle in front of you, in pajamas that matched her little sisters, phone dangling from her grasps.
“She’s gonna open a present tonight.” Brielle giggled, recording her sister happily.
“Yeah, or tear the tree down.” You grumbled, rolling your eyes. “I told you a candy cane was too much.” You glared at Eddie playfully. He’d snuck her tastes of a candy cane earlier at your parent’s house, laughing at how her eyes lit up.
Eddie grinned, snagging the phone off the hook. “Hello?”
There was a silence, the tiniest hitch of a breath on the other line. Eddie frowned, looking down at the caller id. “Hello?”
“Is Brielle there?” The huffy, snide of a tone that he’d know anywhere. Gina. Why she was calling him on Christmas Eve, he wasn’t exactly sure, but he had an idea that it was due to Brielle’s silent treatment towards her after Gina’s rage filled rant about Lilah’s birth.
“Hello, Gina. Merry Christmas to you.” Eddie clipped, eyes rolling. “Yeah, she’s here.”
Gina paused, and Eddie could picture her even now, nails tapping against the table furiously, anxiously. “Well, can you- can I talk to her?”
Eddie’s head turned, his gaze meeting Brielle’s. She shook her head, brows raised nearly in offense at the suggestion. “Uh, Gina, she-she’s kinda busy right now-”
“-Right.” Gina scoffed, tone harsh but Eddie could hear it, the traces of hurt lingering in the defensiveness. “Guess she likes the child bride more than her actual mother-”
“-Alright, Gina.” Eddie huffed. “You have a good one. Merry Christmas.”
“Wait!” The shrill in her tone, desperate and alarming.
Eddie waited, holding the phone back to his ear. Gina huffed, taking in a deep breath. “Can you… Can you talk to her?” Her voice was small, quiet. “Just-Just tell her I want to see her, and I have gifts for her, and-and,” There was a pause, a shaky breath. “Tell her I miss her and I love her?”
Eddie’s chest ached for her sympathetically. He knew she deserved it, that Brielle was probably in the right with her cruelty. Still, Eddie sympathized with her. The bitter loneliness of being alone during the holidays.
“Yeah, Gina. I can do that.” Eddie nodded slowly, his voice dropping. “I’ll, uh, I’ll tell her.”
“Thanks.” The word was clipped, drowned in disdain and followed with a sniffle.
“Have a Merry Christmas, Gina.” Eddie sighed softly, hanging up the phone with a final click.
He turned back to the living room. You and Brielle were still desperately trying to distract Lilah from the shining ornaments with her toys, rattling and shaking them in front of her so she squealed, only to turn back to the tree.
Eddie smiled, scooping up the baby, tossing her in the air gently so she screeched in laughter. “She’s never going to sleep.” You grinned warmly, starry eyed watching Eddie cuddle your baby.
“Nah, she’ll sleep in a little bit.” Eddie shrugged, snuggling her close to his chest. Delilah turned into his touch, face pressing into his chest, rubbing her face sleepily into the soft cotton of his Christmas pajama shirt that matched with his girls.
His brows shot up, grinning triumphantly. You snorted, rolling your eyes lightly. “Alright, Santa. What kind of cookies do you want?”
“Whatever kind you wanna make me, bunny. ‘M not picky.” Eddie hummed, rocking Delilah against his chest gently.
“I bought the Snowman sugar cookie ones.” Brielle smiled brightly. “I can make them.”
Eddie’s chest filled with warmth, looking down at the tiny girl in his arms, heavy lids pulling shut with sleep, knuckling at them. The lights on the tree seemed brighter and brighter as the years passed. A real tree this time, filled with ornaments and memories hanging on the branches, room for more as the years went on.
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HSMTMTS Final Season Spoilers:
Ricky and Gina’s first relationships (Nini/EJ) prepared them for their own trials this season.
The thing about Ricky and Gina going thought similar situations as PW and Rini is to showcase not just why they’re different but that they’ve learned from their previous relationships too.
Because that’s the whole point.
Ricky’s relationship with Nini failed not just because they outgrew each other but because Nini wanted bigger things for herself and didn’t feel like she needed Ricky to get that anymore. She herself said on the pilot that being away from Ricky actually made her come out of her shell and pursue leading roles. And Ricky wasn’t ready to accept that change so in order to protect that relationship he started to become too attached and making Nini feel pressured about balancing YAC and Ricky. He thought he had to put Nini’s dream on hold only to realize not only did it made him selfish but not a version of himself he wanted to be. This is why he corrected all of those mistakes with Gina when presented with the same issues. Not just this final season but last season as well. (X)
It was stablished last season, Ricky’s love for Gina changed what he thought he knew about love. Gina is the representation of change.
For Ricky, the idea of Gina and him growing apart and walking different directions terrified him — he has seen this before and it didn’t end with people choosing him. But he wasn’t going to be the old Ricky that would delete Instagram posts and be like “I want you to leave the movie and stay here with me” and that’s because he now knows that’s not how you love. And he isn’t going to make Gina feel guilty about living her dreams. And that’s why he was the most supportive and attentive boyfriend she could’ve asked for. And Ricky knows it could cost him losing Gina but he is ready to deal with that as long as Gina is doing what she’s meant to do.
For Gina, she was living her dreams but Ricky is also part of her dreams. Gina’s arc has never been just about finding success but finding a place to belong and she found that (with Ricky, with East High). By holding the whole movie offer from Ricky, she understood why EJ did what he did last season and I think it was a very good learning experience for her and closure for the two of them. Gina was very naive and new in her relationship with EJ and going thought that allowed her to understand other points. I feel like if she hadn’t been in a relationship with EJ first she wouldn’t have known how to handle this issue with Ricky. But as opposed to Nini, who basically told Ricky she didn’t come back for him. Gina would fight for Ricky. Because she wants both the fame and him and I’m glad they didn’t have her compromise on either of those.
The contrasts and differences in all of those relationships needed to happen. It would’ve been too easy if Ricky and Gina were just in a perfectly honey moon stage even with all of those circumstances. And I would say they handled it gracefully and better than others would have (including PW and Nini). The thing about Ricky and Gina is not just that they both give the other something they need (stability, propose, ambition, understanding) is that PW and Rini gave up on each other too easy. Maybe because they just weren’t the right person. And if anything the season shows is that whatever happens next Ricky and Gina will find a way to make it work together and unlike Troyella (“who are not a real couple”) Ricky and Gina are.
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Charles Leclerc X Schumacher!Daughter.
Lila is the youngest of the 3 Schumacher siblings, at 22 shes catching the attention of the public eye. With the new found popularity through Drive to Survive, social media has dubbed her the next ‘it’ girl despite her constant desire for privacy. When her love interest becomes more or less the most sought after man in F1, how will she cope with being the internets fascination? Both Charles and Lila have dealt with immense amounts of loss and trauma, so their mutual understanding for one another fuels their so called ‘friendship’.
Part 5, here is the LINK to part 4.
Lila is beginning to feel envious of the beautiful girls that surround Charles on social media. Does she even have a chance with him? It’s been weeks since she could last fly out to a Grand Prix and Charles is beginning to feel oddly rejected. It’s not until after one not so fun race, that he’s finally open with her, and the two can finally be honest with one another about their feelings…
A deep sigh escaped my lips, scrolling down through my Instagram page. It’s not real, it’s not real, none of it’s real. Everything was an illusion, I reminded myself as I zoomed in on the perfectly airbrushed girl, with flat abs, a sucked in waist and the best tan I’d quite literally seen. She was beautiful to be quite frank, and when I saw who followed her I let out an even heavier sigh.
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“If you breathe any heavier you’ll fly away…” Gina, my elder sister informed me in German from the other side of the table. Social media was originally ruining me. One minute I was confident and happy with my life, the next I was being prayed upon by thousands of people, intrigued into deeper into my personal life than ever. I switched off my phone and glanced back up, to real life. “Sorry.” I forced a smile, eyes falling back down to my phone. There was no new notifications- sadly enough for me.
“Are you coming to Hungary with us?” My sister then questioned again, “what for?”
“The GP?” She spoke like it was obvious. My stomach twisted in excitement. “Oh! Yeah!” It had been 3 weeks since I’d last made it to a GP, I was finding myself obsessively feeling the urge to be there, especially because Charles would ask when I was next there. Now was my opportunity to text him first with the good news.
There was only one issue I found myself struggling with, and that was my insecurity and anxiety surrounding this whole ‘thing’ with Charles. I didn’t know what the hell was going on, we hadn’t seen each other enough to become anything more than friends, and when I had to tell him for the seventh or so time I couldn’t make it to where he was, I felt disheartened and worried he’d think I was rejecting him. That’s why I hopped on the opportunity to tell him I’d be present in Hungary, cheering him on.
Phone cameras now eagerly followed me around the grid, desperate to gather some footage of me interacting with the Ferrari driver. All the attention had made me nervous, I was constantly checking over my shoulder, and I felt the cold stares other girls would give me, threatened that I was taking their favourite driver. It was almost like I was in competition with all these beautiful women that practically lived in or around the Grid and Paddock. I felt inferior, my own insecurities eating away at me as I kept my head down and continued walking on to do my own thing.
“Ah, Lila!” A familiar voice called out, I caught a glimpse of Toto walking by. “Hello!” I greeted, the taller man bringing me in for a tight hug. “How are you?! Here to see your brother?”
“I’m good, how about you? I Just come for a little wonder, that’s all.” I nodded. “I’m good, and yes, yes- looking around for Leclerc I’ve been hearing?!” His words jabbed at a delicate part inside of me, burning my cheeks up a scarlet pink.
“Oh, rumours, Toto! Rumours!” I played it off like I wasn't a nervous wreck, but when i noticed red uniforms out of the corner of my eye, I practically jumped out of the confinements of my skin. It was just a handful of Ferrari mechanics making their way towards their garages. “Oh, of course. You have a good day, I will see you after with Susie?”
“Yeah of course! Oh, and tell Lewis and George I say good luck!!”
“I will, thank you Lila!”
Hungary wasn’t so lucky for Mercedes or Ferrari. With Lewis in 4th he’d just narrowly missed a spot on the podium, George came in at 6th, and both Charles and Sainz were in 7th and 8th. As I lingered in the Mercedes area of the garage, people were still fairly happy, but the disappointment lingered in the room. It was a little stuffy and awkward, so I wondered outside to get air, pulling out my phone to be bold enough to text Charles.
Just as I was typing a message, I heard a faint voice call my name. “Lila??” Spinning around, I locked my phone, noticing Charles lingering. “C’mere.” He gently ushered me inside, “hi.” I felt a little breathless, following after him in the garage. We were just inside the doorway, a bustle of people around making me feel a little overwhelmed. I was all flustered from seeing Charles, and although he looked a little saddened he still had a gentle smile lingering.
“I was just about to text you.” I held up my phone as his smiled widened slightly, eyes gazing over my face. “I was going to text you-”
“Charles!” Somebody called out as he glanced back to a woman calling his name. It looked like his publicist. He let out a sigh, “I am sorry- yeah?!” He called out, scratching the back of his neck. “Will you come do a couple interviews?”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “Sorry, it’s a bad time.” I shyly spoke. “No, no, ill- uh, Mia!! Mia, please would you take Lila to my- ah what’s it called?” He fumbled as a pretty blonde approached with a smile.
“Motorhome?” Her accent was thick, Italian I assumed. “Yes please- is that ok?” He quickly asked as I giggled at the slight chaos. “That’s okay, Charles.” I agreed as he gave me a gentle pat on the arm before he had to rush off to complete interviews.
“Hello!! Lila isn’t it? I’m Mia.” She smiled. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” We engaged in small talk as she led me to Charles’ motor home. It surprisingly wasn’t awkward at all, I really liked Mia, I learnt she worked for Ferrari as a media and PR officer, super cool, I found it fascinating. Eventually though, she had to head back into the garage and I was left sitting alone, nervously awaiting Charles return.
“Guys… I’m in Charles’ motor home. Don’t ask me why, I don’t know why- he’s, he’s doing some interviews but I am shitting myself, how do I calm down?!” I quietly spoke into my phone, voice noting my friends as my leg jiggled anxiously. 10 minutes turned into 20, and nothing seemed to cool my nerves. I’d swallowed a full bottle of water and gone through 3 pieces of chewing gum and reapplied my lipgloss four times over.
Finally, I heard voices, and when the door swung open my head lifted from my phone. My breath hitched seeing Charles, he looked a little stressed but still smiled when our eyes met. “I am sorry.” He exhaled, sliding the door shut behind him.
“Oh, don’t be sorry!” I sat up a little straighter as he pulled a drink from his fridge. “Would you like one?” He glanced down to my empty water bottle. “Yes please. And yeah, don’t be sorry, I came at a bad time.” I caught the bottle as he gently threw it over.
“No, no.” His face scrunched. “I wanted to see you Lila, now is perfect. Even if the race didn’t go so … good.” He awkwardly laughed at himself as I drunk a little more water.
“You did drive well though, I was watching.” I pointed out. “Ah, thank you… not where I want to be though.”
“I know, I can imagine it’s frustrating, I feel like you and Carlos are doing everything right it’s just…”
“Out of our control.” Charles finished my sentence as I nodded. “Still… we move.” He cleared his throat. “How have you been anyway, miss Lila, it’s been weeks?”
“Good, I’ve been good, honestly nothing so interesting has been happening lately. My life’s been pretty boring.”
“Pretty boring, sky diving?” He stripped the top half of his full driving suit off, revealing his white fireproofs. He was sat on the couch to my right, a little further away as I leant back into the plush of the pillows.
I let out a laugh, shaking my head. “I do that all the time, my dad practically threw me out of aeroplanes as soon as I reached 12.”
“12?!” He gasped out loud, looking astonished. “I don’t even think it’s legal anymore, we were in Australia, I was petrified, I cried all the way up. The poor man on my back must’ve been so annoyed.”
“Sounds… fun.”
“When you get used to it…” I giggled. “How about you, have you ever been sky diving?”
“One time in Dubai… I got so- eh what’s the English- en difficulté.” (In trouble).
“In trouble? Why?!” I blubbered our a laugh. “Because I didn’t tell anybody and uh- I think they were worried I would ah fall and die or something.”
“That wouldn’t have been good.” I snickered. “I have the videos.” He showed his phone, ushering me over as I moved to sit besides him on the couch. He scrolled through his camera roll, finding the video where he showed me plummeting down in Dubai. “Have you ever done it in Dubai?”
“Done what in Dubai?” My eyes narrowed as his widened. “Not that! I mean sky diving!!”
“No we were meant to but we ah… went Skiing instead.” I awkwardly recalled, scratching the back of my neck. If only we went to Dubai, maybe things would have turned out very differently for my family.
“Ah nice..” Charles nodded as I glanced to see a video of a monkey on his screen. “What’s that?” I pointed out as he attempted to scroll by quickly.
“That was nothing.”
“No, a video of a monkey. On the floor.” I turned up to look at his lips tugging into an amused smile. “You really want to see it?”
“I do.” What Charles proceeded to show me was a video of a monkey physically chasing him around a group of people whilst he sprinted frantically away. I cried with laughter, watching it three times over as Charles shook his head, holding it in his hands.
“That’s- that’s too funny.” I giggled to myself as Charles let out a low chuckle. “You’re crying!” Charles exclaimed, laughing again himself as he rested a hand on my thigh.
“I can’t help it, that was so funny.” I wiped at the tears that had fallen from my ambush of laughter. “I was frightened… for my life.”
“I could tell.” I giggled, glancing down to see his hand still rested on my upper thigh. “I like you, Lila.” Charles spoke on an exhale as I turned to face him now. “Hm?” My smile perked as my laughter settled down.
“I really like you.” His brows furrowed, causing me to swoon at the serious expression that covered his face. “I like you too, Charles-” I casually responded.
“No, like.. I really like you.” He nodded as my lips parted slightly. “Yeah, so do I…” I whispered, gaining the confidence to move forwards and press a gentle kiss to his lips. It surprised me how quickly the kiss happened, Charles’ hand slipped over my cheek and I swear I had to hold onto his arm so I wouldn’t go dizzy from how intense I felt kissing him. It was more than good.
When we broke apart there was a second or so of silence, it was comfortable, his eyes were gazing over my face, a gentle smile lingered as I let out a slight breath of laughter. “I wanted to do that in Spain but the paparazzi ruined it.”
My face heated remembering our date. “Oh yeah.” I brushed the lip gloss slightly off the outside of my lip. “Now your lips are shiny.” I pointed out as he laughed, throwing an arm around me, the other wiping at the gloss.
“How long are you in Hungary for?” He then asked, eyes flickering up and down over my lips again. “Ah, just until tomorrow.” Charles eyebrows furrowed slightly. “What about Belgium?”
“I wasn’t going to.”
“Will you come? I’ll take you out before- and after.” Charles shrugged. “Before and after?!”
“Yeah, and I’ll even get pole position for you…” interesting…
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A continuation to the ask about the ROs being asked if MC was seeing anybody: what would happen if they saw the person who asked that question pestering MC while MC's whole body language screamed 'I'm uncomfortable!' but they were trying to be nice about it?
Continuation of this ask.
Koda: He stops next to you, a small frown furrowing his brow as he glances between you and the person. "Hi, MC." A bright grin is sent your way, but it quickly falls away when he shifts his attention. "I thought you wanted me to ask him later? Don't you think now is a bad time?" Koda glances down at his watch, worry welling within his stomach. "We're going to be late for our movie marathon." Gently taking you by the arm, he tugs you closer to his side, whiskey brown eyes never straying too far from the other person. "Why don't we head back to the dorm now? It's Gina's turn to cook tonight and I can't wait to eat up." He looks down at you then, his warm countenance returning in spades immediately. "That's something that'll be fun before it, I think. Some good food and good company to match."
Scarlett: Viridescent eyes narrow into slits, features devoid of emotion twisting into the epitome of anger-- a vicious, burning entity that's scorching in intensity-- at the sight that greets her at the other end of the hall. She doesn't think, doesn't give credence to the thoughts running through her head, all she felt in that moment, all that she knew to be true, is that she needed to get to you. With long strides, Scarlett closes the distance quickly, heels clicking menacingly against the waxed floor. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" A hand grips onto their bicep, more impervious than steel, as she twists the person towards her. "When I told you to go ask her, I didn't mean make a nuisance of yourself and force your cretinous presence somewhere it doesn't belong." Scarlett leans closer, sharp fangs glinting underneath the torchlight when she growls. "You've just made a mistake. The likes of which you'll never recover from. I'll make sure of it."
Cyrus/Cyra: "This isn't what I meant by getting your answer faster." Their words, much like the expression etched across their face, is filled with anger-- a raging inferno roaring within their chest at the sight before them. They step closer, settling by your side, with their arms crossed over their chest; presenting every bit as the Heir to House Aurelia in that moment. "I'd leave if I were you, it's clear that your presence is no longer required or welcomed." Gentle gold eyes, that still have a lethal undercurrent of red, turn to glance at you, a soft smile quirking their lips. "Though, I believe, I must thank you in a way. You gave me a question that I didn't even know needed to be asked and, because of it, I have come to answer that's quite satisfactory." They turn back to the person, their earlier fire returning. "But, make no mistake, that your help, however slight, makes me any less forgetful of what you just tried to do."
Quinn: Can I eat them now? Their wolf, while unwelcome in the moment, reflected the exact feelings currently welling within their chest. A festering rage causing their eyes to flash sporadically, but they maintain control as they easily find their way to your side-- one of their favorite places to be. "Forcing your company on someone that doesn't wish for it isn't exactly charming," Quinn mutters, arms crossed over their chest. Sapphire blue filled with nothing but barely concealed hostility. "In fact, I think it's something that'd warrant a visit from my furry friend." They take a small step forward, voice lowering to a menacing growl. "So, I'd leave if I were you. If you care at all for your health."
Caden: An icy chill instantly fills the hallway, silver eyes flashing brilliantly-- wisps of chilling white intercepted within them. They're not aware when they stop by your side, but they're more than aware of the growing fire within their chest; a rage the likes they haven't felt in a long time. "You need to leave." They take a step closer, voice hauntingly devoid of any emotion. At the hesitation, another gust of icy air rushes through the area. "That wasn't a suggestion." Caden inclines their head towards the exit. "Now."
Sloane: Without thinking about the consequences, without putting any thought into the action really, their fist collides with the person's cheek-- satisfied immensely by the crack that fills the air because of it. "Why don't you fuck around with someone who actually wants it, asshole?" Teeth bared, wolf broiling at the surface, Sloane takes a step closer, fighting against the urge to tear them apart. "Next time I see you even in the same radius as MC, I'll make you sure you wished that you never stepped foot in Aurelian, understood?" At the frantic nodding of their head, Sloane jerks their own towards the exit. "Good. Now get the fuck out of my sight."
Blake: An easy smile slips from their lips at the sight, violet eyes darkening to a shade few have ever seen before. Without putting much stock into the action, Blake easily sidles up to you, throwing a loose arm around your shoulders. "MC," they crow, tugging you closer into their side. "Just the vampire I was looking for, I was wondering if you'd help me with an assignment?" At the scoff from the other person, Blake allows a cheshire grin to overtake them, not a hint of mirth in their gaze. "Oh, I wasn't aware you had company. Would you like me to leave you be?" They shift their focus towards you, deadly serious. "I'd be more than happy to handle it, of course. Handling unwanted things is an amusing pastime of mine."
Reginald/Regina: "It seems you also have to work on boundaries too," they comment, easily settling by your side. Ignoring the glare that's sent their way because of it, a gentle smile comes to their lips as they nudge you. "I'm making dinner tonight, wanna help me out?" Blue green eyes flash merrily, but anyone would be able to see the sharpness hiding just underneath the surface-- a clear signal to the one it's directed towards that they wouldn't leave regardless. "You've always been a big help to me, I could definitely use that now. What do you say?"
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Undead Unluck Week 2024
Day 3 - Favorite Dynamic: Fuuko x Feng
As I said on Day 1, I love love, but for as much as I enjoy Gina's affectionate love that is defined through togetherness, I can't help but find the opposite end of the spectrum a lot more compelling
Whether his feelings are romantic is completely up for debate, but the dynamic between Feng and Fuuko is absolutely defined through their emotional and physical distance: without a doubt, what Feng feels for Fuuko can best be described as pining
While L100's Feng was a man defined by despair, the fear of losing everything he had gained, L101's Feng is a man defined by loneliness, the fear that he can never share what he was with anyone. All of his rivals withered and died, giving way to the next generation of strangers who Feng did not know and could not relate to. Though they would challenge him, they could not connect with him, the generational gap being too great to bridge
Until Fuuko came along
Another ageless being, alone and stagnant in a world constantly reshaping itself like riverbanks in the flow of time. At least, that's what he saw; while Feng committed himself to digging his feet in and standing in place, Fuuko committed herself to perpetual motion. While Feng stood still and let everyone pass him by, Fuuko ran up to everyone she could so she could walk alongside them for as long as possible
And whether he realized it or not, from Fuuko's influence, Feng finally uprooted himself. To follow the one person who he felt he could walk alongside, Feng finally allowed himself to change and to let other people into his world
While L100 Feng took Shen under his wing all the same, the meaning of that action was completely different. L100 Feng planted trees to harvest the wood, with the intent of cutting them down at their peak, but L101 Feng nurtured a garden, creating something that gave him a sense of purpose beyond getting stronger for his own sake
"Don't put your faith in the hands of the weak! The weak will die!!"
"I won't die. After all, you're strong, Feng. So you'll protect us, right?" - Feng and Shen, ch.166
In L100, when Shen tried to save Mei, Feng simply looked on. If both children died, then that would just mean neither had the potential to be strong enough to push him to greater heights. In L101, though, when Shen jumped over a cliff to save Mui, Feng panicked. He called out to him not to throw away his life, and even jumped after him to keep him safe. He didn't do it to ensure he wouldn't lose a worthy opponent, he did it to protect his son
"The safest spot is right by your side, isn't it?" - Fuuko to Feng, ch.164
Fuuko entrusted Feng with protecting Shen, and Shen entrusted Feng with raising him and Mei. They acknowledged his strength, they believed in him, and he made sure to repay their faith by living up to expectations. The Feng of the past would never be moved by sentiment, but the Feng of the present? A smile from a loved one is sure to move his heart, even if only by a little
I love to joke about Feng chasing Fuuko like a lovesick puppy, but the fact of the matter is that she changed him thoroughly and completely
"You're strong. You may even be the strongest in the world. But you know what? That's all that you are." - Shen to Feng, ch.66
Feng may well still be the physically strongest fighter in the world of Undead Unluck, but that is no longer all that he is. He's a father now. He's a friend now. And that's thanks to Fuuko's influence
Whether he's in love with her is completely up for debate, but she taught him what love is, and that's the best thing you can ask for in a dynamic
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I still believe this relationship is based on a business arrangement. It's so common in Hollywood, so much more than lots of people realize, as you probably know as well since you work in the business. There is lots of money, stress and power at play and celebrities are encouraged or pushed by the studio system to make such choices. My belief is that she came into the picture when he was trying to get Superman back, something he'd literally do anything for, look at Gina Carano's recent interviews, she says that too. His sexual orientation likely comes into play as well, I still believe that. So they did a deal, whereby he'd get an age appropriate girlfriend that would follow him everywhere and give him a family. I agree with you that where it stings is that as part of that, they tried to create a powerful and talented film exec persona for her, which is obviously not the case. That's what makes me really dislike him. Do what you will, but don't try and manipulate us into thinking that this Gilead-like arrangement has actually anything to do with women's empowerment. Quite the contrary. I genuinely find it pathetic and no amount of bullying from their disgustingly toxic paid fake stans will ever make me change my mind. The mere fact that such paid fake stans exist tells you everything you need to know about the veracity of this situation.
I didn’t know there was paid stans? But I have found it weird that there’s stans that blindly support just her (not him) and she is not the famous one. I’ve also found it odd that she’s a VP producer since 2022 in TV and has done nothing, but somehow manages as a high ranking TV producer to work remotely and follow him around the world and attend events with a stylist that aren’t her projects. Also, she’s currently in LA and Vertigo released a TV show with Amazon, and she wasn’t at the premiere in LA. And as the VP of TV production at Vertigo, she should’ve been there to oversee the project. But she wasn’t. I do believe he goes for younger woman but if it’s over 18, legally it’s fine. However it lasting 3 years with a baby now is what’s preventing me from thinking it’s PR, because who would do that?!? But I do think the baby was unplanned because when questioned he sort of looked like a deer in headlights and deflected to talk about his career. And their lack of touching, intimacy and chemistry showed in the NY outings was odd for someone who is over the moon about his partner and the baby he always wanted. Especially as a gentleman people always say he is. What kind of gentleman lets his pregnant partner get in and out of a car onto oncoming traffic with paps surrounding on her own, doesn’t hold her hand down steps at hotels and doesn’t hold her hand or look at her in crowded areas like an airport? And he stated himself he is a very openly emotional guy who wears his heart on his sleeve. But comes across so cold to his love and mother of his child. His career is on a downward spiral since he’s no longer Superman or the Witcher. And Argyle bombed and the Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare bombed too. I think his fans that have followed him since the beginning feel duped because he presented himself as being a self made, honest, kind, caring, truthful and nerdy person who always does the right thing. And she is someone who has bullied, loves attention, fame and has her career from nepotism and money. Seemingly the opposite. He comes across now fake and a liar, which fans don’t know how to defend. Blind loyalty is dangerous when what is being presented is strange to say the least. Also (not being hateful) but compare his 2019 self and Instagram pics to now and he looks really dishevelled. Lost weight, gaunt and dim in his glow. Even his smile looks forced. I was a runner, not within the Hollywood world, so I don’t know much about PR relationships. But it does look odd to say the least -
Again, this is my opinion and observation. Not saying hate, just saying what I see.
#henry cavill#hollywood#natalie viscuso#opinion#celebrity#celebrity gossip#relationship#actor#the witcher#superman
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Unplanned | Part seven
Summary: You are pregnant with Mick. It’s not going as planned; in fact, it’s not planned. Everything happens so fast, and everything is chaotic. Mick has a hard time accepting it. You have difficulty realizing that two of you may not be raising this child.
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“I’m gonna go,” He said, clearing his throat. He scratches the back of his head nervously by putting a hand in front of his intimacy to hide his growing excitement.
The next few days followed, and she felt comfortable at the Schumacher house. Corinna was the sweetest making sure she was comfortable and had everything. While Gina makes her see the countryside of Switzerland. Mick already had a few plans prepared with his friends, and he wanted to cancel, but she clearly said she didn’t mind if he wanted to have fun with his friend, and he did.
They haven’t talked about what might have happened that night, but she doesn’t think she can stop wanting him every night since. To feel him near her, that he loves her. And Mick can’t help but want to fuck her whenever he sees her. He does not understand how she could intoxicate him in such a short time. He is a prisoner of her touch, of her look, of her smell.
He had to leave the room several times, so much so that having her next to him made him crazy. Having to hide in his room like a teenager to relieve himself.
“Stop stealing my houses,” she says, pouting.
“Stop stealing my property.” He answers by pulling his tongue.
“Am not.”
“You are.” He said, leaning his body closer to hers.
“I am not,” She whispers, biting her lower lip.
“My God, I love her lips.” Think Mick looking at her lips with envy. His eyes blackened with the desire to kiss her. To capture her pink lips and kiss them until death followed.
Touch her body and possess it again. Do it sober. To take her there, now, in the family room in plain sight. So that everyone knows that she is his. Just by this thought, his cheeks blush, and an erection begins. She smiles wisely, knowing very well the effect she has on him.
He apologizes and leaves the room quickly. She giggles gently before fondling Angie’s head lying at her feet. She takes her phone and looks at the photos of the last few days. Mick is not present much, but those where he is, are her favourites.
But, there is something or other someone who comes to tarnish this beautiful picture of reunion.
He feels terrible cause he still hasn’t told her that he will be leaving in a few days for Australia with his friend. It was only on the 29th that he came to her room and told her he was leaving a few hours later. She was obviously surprised and didn’t expect him to go this quickly. He was leaving her alone, like most days he did. But she didn’t say much. She was just upset that he wasn’t willing to put her first. But she remembers that she’s not his girlfriend and she is just some girl he got pregnant with. So why would he actually care about her and her feelings? Maybe because they really grew close together during the short time they had.
Mick wasn’t aware of all the thoughts that were entering her mind. Something changed when Nina came to his house with Jake to pick him up.
He met Nina at the party in Abu Dhabi. She’s so different from Y/n. She’s popular and beautiful to most people, really superficial, but she’s nice and doesn’t judge him or anything. They met a couple of times after that, and he liked her. She’s good in bed, and she makes him forget about Y/n.
When she saw her. Running into Mick's arm and kissing him all over. She really felt her heart stop. She wanted to throw up. “How stupid can I be?” She thinks, going back to her room. She didn’t want to see them or anyone, actually. The only thing that mattered was to get out of this house, of this country and away from him as possible. “How could he lie to her like that? Why didn’t he mention that he got himself a girlfriend?”
She didn’t know why she was this upset, but maybe it was because she thought something was between them. Something more than just tension and this pregnancy. She could feel it and see it. She wasn't unaware of the effect she had on him. She was fully aware of all the moments they spent together. He was genially happy and excited. So why didn’t he mention he had a girlfriend?
He left with his friend and his new “girlfriend.” without looking back. He felt terrible because he knew he had broken her heart. He saw her leave with tears in her eyes, and he wanted to go after, to be with her. But nothing is simple, and he can't just be a jerk to Nina. “Then why am I a jerk to Y/n?” He also didn’t tell her he had stopped talking to her because he had found someone else. She cried a bit, but she knew he wouldn’t invest in it that much.
She left on the 30th for Canada, joining her parents for the new year. She spends the rest of her time at the Schumacher in her room, avoiding his mom and sister. “God, she hates their pity looks.” Only thanking Corinna and Gina, who had sad eyes, feeling bad for her. She promised to send a few pictures after the new echography. She didn’t say much when she came back to her parents. She spent the entire new year looking through her phone and watching Mick having fun on a Yacht, smoking and drinking, and getting a lap dance from his new girlfriend. She doesn’t know why she was upset that much, but she was. She cried most of the night, listening to the videos in loops.
The first few weeks of January were pretty calm. She went for the second echo. She is now in her second trimester. The morning sickness has stopped, and she can finally eat normally again. She received messages from Mick wishing her a Happy New Year and asking about the baby, but she didn’t respond to any of them. She was mad and didn’t know why she was mad at him, but she was.
It’s the 15th of January that she got the news about her baby. During the appointment, she felt kind of overwhelmed and sad. For the second time, she was alone with the doctor, looking at the screen. Unable to see anything clearly, and making her cry. The only thing that reassured her was the sound of his little heart—valiantly pumping its little heart.
She was happy but felt a bit empty that Mick wasn’t there. She wants him by her side, with her, away from that bitch. A wave of anger invaded her, and she thanked the doctor, leaving the consultation. The little pictures of the ultrasound in her hand and the little recording of the heart in her phone, she puts on her headphones and presses start to listen to that heart beating. The heart of her baby.
Sitting on a bench outside the hospital, she remains there for a good thirty minutes, caressing her belly with her eyes closed, waiting for her mother to come and take her home.
“Y/n. Y/n. Y/n!” Her mother yells, taking off her headphones. “Can you answer when I call you?”
“Sorry I didn’t hear.” She apologizes, gets into the car, and looks out the window.
Only when she returned to the comfort of her home that she calls Corinna, as she promised. Her mother disapproves of all of them. She wants her daughter to be happy and this pregnancy to be a wonderful time for her, but nothing goes as planned, and it upsets her.
“Yes, Corinna, the baby is perfectly fine. It has all his legs and all his arms. I’ll send you the picture of the echo in a few minutes.” She repeats for the fifth time.
“And how are you? You don’t do anything too physical?”
“I’m well. Stop worrying. The morning sickness finally stops, and I feel more like myself.”
‘‘Perfect! Do you have everything? Did Mick text you?” Corinna asks again, asking lots of questions at the same time. A tear rings in her eye. The mother of her child’s father is more worried about her well-being than the father himself. And this is a blow to her.
“He did... I just didn’t have the time the answer him.” She responds with a ball of emotion in her voice.
“Something happens? You can tell me. I have no problem getting him back on track, Liebe.”
“No, it’s me. I just... I shouldn’t discuss this with you, and I must go. Please stop sending hundreds of messages every day.” She asks quickly, finishing the conversation as soon as possible. The pressure in her voice does not allow her more words.
“Y/n?”
She starts crying. “Fucking hormones!” She wanted Mick for her, with her. She’s upset about being so emotional about it.
Corinna looks at her phone and sees that something is wrong. She knows she doesn’t have to interfere in her son’s life anymore, but it’s starting to take a lot of time. She appreciates very much, Y/n. She is a lovely and intelligent girl, much better than that Nina scoundrel that her son brought home a few times.
Mick tries to call her several time after talking to his mother. She looks at her phone, not wanting to respond, but it’s finally the fifth call that her mother has responded to.
“Y/n?”
“No, it’s her mother.”
“Can I speak with Y/n, please?” he demands.
“Can you stop harassing my daughter? Don’t you think you already make her feel miserable? You can tell your mother that too, and she doesn’t want to talk or see any of you.” She says harshly, leaving her daughter, who tries to get her phone back.
“I don’t understand.”
“Well, it’s too bad for you.”She says sarcastically.
“Wait... you can’t talk to me that way!”
“I can talk to you the way I want. You already change her entire life for her. Don’t you think you have done enough?”
‘‘We were two that night.” He says, trying to defend himself.
“Oh please, she doesn’t even remember much of that night. You probably abuse her or something like that.”
“Mom, stop it.” Begged her while trying to grab her phone again.
“This boy needs to know he can’t mess with you just because he’s rich and has a famous surname. You have feelings too, and I don’t want to see you down again because he wants to get every girl he gets pregnant.”
“What?” Mick offends on the phone.
“Don’t play innocent young boy. We saw the video of you and your girlfriend. So now, you return to your girlfriend and forget about us, and we can take care of this ourselves.”
“It’s my baby too.”
“Well, you should have thought of that before going to Australia and letting her all alone in your home with your mother and sister. You didn’t even pick her up at the airport.”
“I...”
“You lost your voice? It’s not about you and never will be. Now leave our family alone and forget we told you about this.” She hung up before he could say another word.
Mick was pitchless. Never in his life had he thought he hurt her. He is an imbecile, and how can he think you wouldn’t mind him spending time with his friends while you were alone at his house? He’s so stupid and starts crying, looking at his mother and sister.
“I can’t believe she talked to you that way. What a crazy woman.” His mother is offended.
“Mom.”
“Of course, you can have some time with your friends.”
“Mom...”
“She’s not your girlfriend, even though the other is not great. It’s a good thing you stop seeing her.” His mother says, going into the kitchen. Mick gets up from the couch and walks outside.
He walks, he doesn’t know where, but he needs to walk away. Away from his mother, his home, her, Nina, and everyone. Why does no one understand that this whole thing is so difficult for him, too?
Gina sighs while watching Mick leave. She knows he needs to be alone, but she needs to understand to help him even though she orders her mother not to get involved in the affairs that keep her. She is still her big sister, and it is her little brother. He’s in pain, and he clearly needs advice.
She takes two glasses of juice and goes out to join her brother. She finds it a few minutes later, returning from the field towards the barn.
“Mick. Stop torturing yourself like that.” Gina says, sitting next to him. “Drink that juice. It’ll do you good. It’s not your fault.”
“But of course, I had something to do with it! Of course, I had something to do with it! I didn’t wear a condom once. Just once! I didn’t have any, and she wasn’t aware of basically anything, and I was the one who wanted to do it. I’m the one who insisted! Result, now, she pays for everything. Not my fault? Fuck, but you don’t understand.” He yells, smashing the glass into one of the barn walls, going out like a madman to the garden, and punching the door in his path.
“Mick!” Yells Corinna, getting out of the house.
“Was, Mom!" He yells back. “Sie haben recht..” What, mom! They are right.
“Was?” What?
“Wir schrieben wochenlang, bevor ich Nina sah."He admits. “Sie ist außergewöhnlich, aber ich hätte nie gedacht, dass sie mich mögen würde. Und am Tag bevor ich ging, waren wir zusammen im Bett. Ich hielt ihre kleine Beule und sie sagte, sie sei endlich glücklich, mich an ihrer Seite zu haben. Ich bin derjenige, der kein Kondom anziehen wollte. Ich bin derjenige, der sich nicht um die Folgen gekümmert hat, und jetzt lebt sie mit ihnen. Don’t you understand! I fucked up! I fucking fucked up!” We texted for weeks before I started seeing Nina. She’s extraordinary, but I never thought she would like me. And the day before I left, we were in bed together. I held her tiny bump, and she said she was finally happy to have me by her side. I’m the one who didn’t want to put on a condom. I’m the one who didn’t care about the consequence, and now she is living with them.
“Well, she was there...” Corinna tries to confort him.
“She was drunker than I was.” He screams. “She wanted it, but I should have stopped because I was more conscious than her. She didn’t even realize I jerked into her.’‘
‘‘I...”
“Kannst du aufhören, so naiv zu sein und denken, dass ich nichts falsch mache? I fucking bred her because I was so amazed by her. You know what I felt that night when I was into her. I thought about how much I wanted her to be mine forever, how I wanted her to have my kids and be my wife. We only met for a few hours, and I was already under a spell, and she didn’t even know it.” Can you stop being so naive and think I don't do anything wrong?
“Schatz...” Honey
“Ich liebe sie, ich liebe sie, mom. But everything is going too fast. She’s already fourteen weeks pregnant. In 26 weeks, she would have our baby. I love her. Ich habe das Echo auf meinen Homescreen gesetzt, weil ich den ganzen Tag an sie denke. During the new year, all I could think about was her. How I wanted to be by her side and not Nina. I know I fuck Nina, but I moan her name. That’s why Nina broke up with me.” I love her, I love her, mom. I fucking put the echo on my home screen because I think of her all day long.
Corinna didn’t know what to say to all this. She was speechless, and she now has a way a more precise portrait of the situation. She sighed and took her son in her arm. How could she be so blind about all this? About her son? About Y/n. Of course, this sweet girl wasn’t the problem. He was, and he needed to take responsibility.
She sighs, taking her broken son in her arms. She lulls him for a few minutes while he calms down, and she thinks about a solution. Gina is in the background with tears in her eyes at her brother's distress. She has never seen him so collapse, and it hurts her heart.
Corinna’s mind is thinking a thousand times an hour. How would this young woman forgive her son? How will he do it? Or will he do it? How?
“You go to her. Invited her to ROC, and we can fix this.” She whispers in his ear.
“I...”
“You take the first plane to Canada tomorrow. Go to her. Will think about the rest later. Baby, ich weiß, es ist nicht einfach und diese ganze Situation ist nur Scheiße, aber wenn du sie liebst. Geh zu ihr und bring sie zu dir.” Baby, I know this isn’t easy, and this whole situation is just shit, but if you love her. Go find her and bring her to you.
Mick takes the time to think about his mother’s idea before approving it.
The following day, he jumps on the next plane available for Canada, which is a three-connection, but he doesn't care at this point. He waits hours for his next connection at the Charles de Gaulle airport. Trying to think about what to say or do.
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Hi there. I was not a fan during LHH so I found your tags (agreeing with Gina's reply to an anon) interesting. I didn't realize that phase represented a rebellion for him. What else did he do to show his femme side during that period? Thanks!
Hey, love. I don’t have too much energy tonight, so I’m going to try and answer this as concisely as possible, but still give context.
Just to give a bit of personal background, I came into the 1D (not yet Larry, until about 4-5 months afterwards) fandom in 2015, right before Zayn left, so most of my observations are retrospective, vis-a-vis how I’m seeing the GP/hets react to LHH now.
So, at that point, Harry was already in his LHH era, but it had only gotten long enough that the GP were starting to notice it was purposeful and that he clearly was not planning to trim it/cut it back to Prince Hair. Since I was about 80-20 still in the GP, but was starting my 1D obsession, I had no one talk to about the boys except my IRL friends. And I remember distinctly that they were all convinced Harry was gay because of:
- LHH
- the patterned, unbuttoned polos
- his pretty “loud” affinity for YSL
- painting one nail or leaving one nail half painted
And to the lucky few in the know, also because of:
- the rumors that he was begged to wipe off his lipstick before a live taping of GMA, or so a CDAN blind said
As I delved further into fandom, I saw a broad and shallow part of discourse around all these things, but the loudest voices at the time (because I was on Twitter) were hets who were either: i) vehemently insisting he was ABSOLUTELY NOT gay or feminine or ii) being very vocal about how they were no longer attracted to him because of one or all of the reasons above.
Now, I know looking at both Harry and the world at present, none of the things I’ve listed seems remotely “femme” or earth-shattering, but again, this is where context matters.
It was 2015, so discussions regarding gender nonconformity were, in my humble experience, largely still limited to the LGBTQI+ community and had not made it into everyday, mainstream conversation yet. On top of that, Harry’s image was only just inching its way past the hyper teenage heartthrob frat boy phase but was only allowed to veer far enough that his style still “fit” with the rest of the boys and was designed to look more like the groups’ style maturing all together.
No one saw him as a fashion icon yet, because his image had been so carefully curated. So, when he came out wearing that black and white floral suit, standing next to the other boys, the statement read like rebellion, as opposed to him pushing the fashion envelope the way it does now.
Coupled with the fact that he was still, very much, seen as a member of a boyband, the GP didn’t see him growing his hair as any kind of homage or nod to Jagger or Lennon or Slash, because Harry’s image wasn’t at all in the realm of rock; he wasn’t even seen as a proper musician.
So if you put all those things together, you begin to see that growing his hair and painting his nails and dressing the way he did (as conservative as it may seem, compared to him now) was a big, big risk, considering how he was marketed, whom to, and the conversations that image of him was inspiring in those circles.
And that’s why, to me, LHH is one of the loudest, banging-on-the-glass-closetest eras of Harry there is, so it makes it very, very odd to see LHH characterized in Tiktoks as “Dark Harry”/the new “Fratboyrry”/het Harrie fantasy era.
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What do u think about the arguments of the brains on transgender people? I have seen that the standard response is "brain sex is not a thing". But I have seen that there is a great discussion between scientists about this and there are proofs that brains between men and women are different in some little ways. I also see this through autism lens, because I'm autistic and females are underdiagnosed and there is a discussion about it too: socialization or brain differences that make more easy the masking and faking neurotypical behaviour.
But of course, even if the brain argument is correct, I don't see how transition is the logical next step to take then. Like, is ur brain, u can take therapy and be gender nonconforming if that's the case anyway. Brain can be trained due to neuroplasticity and kids with gender dysphoria can be treated in a way to become more comfortable in their bodies.
Sorry for my poor english, I'm chilean.
Hi, thank you for your question. Don't worry, English isn't my first language either.
So, this is hard to answer. The short answer is that no, brain sex isn't real. If brain sex is not real, then trans-identified males cannot be born with a "female brain." I feel like this has been retired as an argument for transgenderism, as it's not only a nebulous concept but also goes against the concept that you can identify as anything you want (ie: no biological component to gender).
The long answer is that it's complicated. We don't know enough about the brain to fully understand which part does what, let alone what minute differences there may or may not be between the functioning of a male and a female brain. It's been proven that men and women use different parts of the brain to process the same information, so while there are no structural differences, there could be functional differences that we simply don't know about yet.
@woman-for-women has an excellent post about brain sex here (archive), and I'll use the sources she links as references for my next points. Go check out her posts, seriously, she's incredibly thorough and condenses difficult subjects into easy-to-digest infographics.
I'll first go over brain sex, why it's not real / not proven, and consequently why a male having a "female brain" is impossible. This turned out to be very long, so more under the cut.
In my opinion: the myth that males and females behave differently because of innate differences in brain structure comes from 2 things:
Logic / Common sense. If you present a man with a stressful situation, he will not react the same way a woman would. In our everyday lives, it's easy to assume that men and women are simply wired differently, since we have unique behaviours and thought patterns. Contrary to popular belief, most of this doesn't stem from innate biological differences, but rather from gendered socialization. It's hard for us to gauge what portion of our gendered differences is nature (innate) and which portion is nurture (socialization).
Anecdotal evidence and misconceptions about brain function. In the 18th century, it was discovered that a woman's brain weighs on average 5 oz lighter than a man's. This would lead the general public to assume that, since a woman's brain is smaller, this has an impact on her overall intelligence, which is not true.
Assumptions are often made in the general public and even in neuroscience when it comes to which part of the brain does what based on preexisting notions of what a man is and what a woman is. The study I just showed, for instance, was misconstrued in order to strengthen sex-based stereotypes.
What a surprise, my personal interpretation of my results just coincidentally happened to match gendered stereotypes that I was taught. How bizarre.
In all seriousness, this study and its methods have been ripped to shreds by people much smarter than I.
"As Gina Rippon, author of The Gendered Brain and outspoken critic of neurosexism shows, the hunt for proof of women’s inferiority has more recently elided into the hunt for proof of male–female ‘complementarity’. So, this line goes, women are not really less intelligent than men, just ‘different’ in a way that happens to coincide with biblical teachings and the status quo of gender roles. Thus, women’s brains are said to be wired for empathy and intuition, whereas male brains are supposed to be optimized for reason and action."
In reality, according to more recent studies with bigger sample sizes, men and women don't have significant differences in brain structure to conclusively say that brains are sexually dimorphic.
If you're a more visual person, here are the graphs from the first study, showing overall brain matter volumes and volumes for specific brain structures. The second study's visualizations are less easy to understand, as they're brain scans and brain tissue images.
These graphs are called bell curves, and they're used to demonstrate a distribution. Basically, the peak of the "bell" shape means that this is the most common value for a certain demographic, while the extremities are outliers or rarer values.
As you can see, "considerable distributional overlap" means that these bell curves are nearly identical in most brain structures. However, white matter, grey matter and total brain volume are different in men and women, with women in this study typically having lower numbers. This doesn't affect overall intelligence, as we saw earlier, or affect the overall proportional volumes of different brain structures. This is just a result of women having smaller skulls on average.
So, if there is so much overlap between the sexes, then why can't a male have a female brain? The graphs do have overlapping sections, don't they?
The thing is, brain structure is nearly identical in both sexes. Therefore, there is no typically "female" or "male" brain, but rather "unique mosaics of features" which aren't uniquely male or female.
A good analogy that woman-for-women gives is this: if a man's height is closer to an average woman's height, does that mean this man is now a woman? No, he is a short male. Being in the overlap of this graph doesn't mean that you aren't a part of your own bell curve.
This is a complex topic that was very interesting to look into. If you have more questions about this, feel free to send another ask or look into the sources:
Sex beyond the genitalia: The human brain mosaic (archive)
The human hippocampus is not sexually-dimorphic: Meta-analysis of structural MRI volumes (archive)
Sex Differences in the Adult Human Brain: Evidence from 5216 UK Biobank Participants (archive)
Delusions of gender: How our minds, society, and neurosexism create difference. (archive)
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I don't know why but I love this ask so much so what outfits do the LIs typically wear? im ready to faint over how G and Victoria dresses up
Sooo I made collages and basically like an essay i went a bit overboard (oops)
So I thought hard about what the ROs look like and my biggest thing was that I wanted to make sure the gender selectable ROs still have their own unique presence and they're not some interchangeable variable. Gina and Griffin dress pretty differently and have a different identity, especially when you consider what it means to be a woman in the music industry (some context changes in the story if you choose Gina instead of Griffin, some of her actions are out of her feeling like she has just as much right to take space in a male-dominated art form, especially given that she is also married to Victoria, a woman)
Griffin does not have this problem since he's 1) a man and 2) he and Victoria present heterosexual
GRIFFIN/GINA
(Griffin on the left/Gina on the right, both in the middle)
G either dresses like the textbook definition of a 'rockstar' with the leather and fishnets and ripped jeans and all orrrr like a 18th century era gothic victorian butler. Literally no in-between.
For both Gina and Griffin, having so many tattoos becomes part of their image. Griffin wears a lot of muscle tees while Gina wears a lot of sleeveless tops, halter tops, corsets, anything that really enhances their arm sleeve.
The middle is the Victorian Butler style I mentioned lol, since they both dress like that as their "formal" attire or for shows. A lot of ruffles, very 18th century gothic. One thing is that I feel like Gina wears more red, she wears more tight fitting clothes, lower cut clothes. Griffin's shirts are also pretty revealing, very much low-cut V's, muscle tees that show the side of his whole chest. G isn't shy about the human body and they've gotten shirtless on stage many times (both male and female/ think Victoria from Måneskin.)
That slowed down a bit since Misfit Alley went mainstream. Their label and team had them tone down a bit to be more digestable to the masses.
Their hair is long for both female and male. Griffin keeps his in a loose knot/bun at his neck, and Gina does the same, but also a single braid down her back (sometimes).
Some things that they wear often: a lot of rings, G has knuckle tattoos and they wear a lot of jewelry. They have a signature leather jacket that's pretty roughed up, wear a nose ring, and pretty scruffed up boots.
SEVEN
Female Seven and Male Seven dress pretty similarly. Seven dresses more grunge and Kurt Cobain was the direct inspiration for Seven's style. Female Seven also dresses a bit like an art teacher lol
A lot of oversized clothes, slouchy, worn bigger, muted colors, a lot of layers. Female! Seven wears a lot of long skirts, cardigans, funky patterns, big boots. They dress pretty much the same both on and off stage.
At first male!seven was going to have short cropped hair but it doesn't suit him. His hair is more like:
very messy and such yeah. female! Seven keeps her hair down, kinda messy and looks uncombed (seven is very clean i promise lmao)
Things they wear often: Seven sometimes fingerless gloves, part of it because they can cover the tattoo of MC's initials, but sometimes they forgo it completely. Sometimes it's a whole arm sleeve. Surprisingly, Seven doesn't have a LOT of tattoos, it's more dainty, tiny meaningful tattoos scattered around their body.
AUGUST
August is like Seven in that they wear big, slouchy clothes but where they differ is that August is more academic and put together. They also like to wear the art teacher skirts. Scoopneck sweaters, cargo pants, and they prefer long-sleeve and long bottoms, usually they don't have much skin showing.
Things they are always seen wearing: headphones around the neck, they dont go anywhere without them.
ORION
Orion is pretty self-explanatory. He wears mostly slacks, sleek boots and a vest. Very professional dressing. If he is going to wear something casual, it'll be something like the right. Still fancy pants, but a clean black shirt. You won't really see him in anything less than 'business casual.'
Things always seen wearing: a watch lol
SEBASTIAN
I don't know how else to describe Seb's style as anything other than just basic. A T-shirt and jeans and he's good to go. Even the images I chose are a bit too stylish for him. Like, he's really just a basic guy. He doesn't think too hard on his outer appearance. Literally just...a Guy.
Even funnier when he's surrounded by people wearing fishnet tights and chains and a bunch of patterns and accessories like he stands out, oddly enough lol
The image in the middle isn't exactly how he looks in my head, but pretty close. Just a very unassuming but kind looking person. Also his hair is like that, just golden blond.
VICTORIA
Victoria has a very classically simple style. Sleek lines, tight dresses. It's not too out there, unlike G. Very simple. She dresses a bit like the second picture for G's shows, a bit edgier and leaning a little into the flamboyance. She tends to set trends and is looked at in Hollywood as someone pretty stylish. Victoria's body type is on the curvy side, more the farthest right than the other three, a bit bustier. She's a simple but effective dresser.
She loves heels, loves a square neck (farthest right). she loves a good form-fitting dress lol
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IK its a lot but i would be doing this whole story a disservice if i made them boring dressers! so im not sorry !
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Tech Issues
Jake Peralta x Reader - Basement filing room picnics [1.4K Words]
Jake Peralta was always a wild card. Would he show up to the precinct half dressed in a daze? Maybe. Is it possible for him to walk into Holt’s office with a devious plan to increase the difficulty of this years Halloween heist? Possibly. Could he accidently send you an incriminating message during your work meeting? Most definitely.
You had only started recently dating Jake, your shared office space forcing your relationship status into a secret. After a week of long days working on a cold case, there wasn’t much time for you to rendezvous with Peralta at his apartment for your usual night of take out and food coma induced naps.
The stress of this unsolvable case was beginning to wear off your edge, making you think that maybe you weren’t cut out for detective work. You were at the top of your class at the police academy, but there was a wild difference between succeeding in your drills and real-life cases that had no rhyme or reason. Your pen-inked fingers ran through your hair, causing stray hairs to loosen out of your ponytail and falling to frame your face.
You’ve hit a slump.
The summer heat shown through the office windows, making the day pass by too quickly. The precinct was buzzing busily, the bullpen full of chatter from your fellow detectives musing about their own files. Jake had been trying to catch your eyes for awhile now, fingers fumbling with his papers and mind getting distracted by your presence. Jake knew you were having a tough time with your case, and he felt helpless in trying to help you solve it. With Charles babbling about his new fermentation process in one ear, Jake had decided that it was his mission to make your frown turn upside down today.
The plan was simple. Peralta knew that you had a meeting with Terry and Rosa in an hour to discuss how to utilize the tactical team to effectively find a lead on a newfound drug, Giggle Pig. Yet another project that had you under pressure. In the meantime, Jake will have just enough time to set up a romantic picnic in the basement filing room in which you two had shared your first kiss. He’ll send you a risky text message to meet him there, and then he’ll surprise you with candles, your favorite sub sandwiches, and loads of daisies. It was the perfect strategy. Except, little to his knowledge, you were tasked with presenting during this meeting and the meeting had turned into a group briefing.
“(L/N), we’re having the meeting in the briefing room now. Don’t forget to bring your laptop.” Rosa advised. When you didn’t reply, the detective slammed a fist on your desk. The sound made you jump, looking frantically around for danger. “Everything okay?” She asked, taking a moment to sit down beside you.
You blinked your eyes, trying to hydrate your strained pupils, “Yeah, I’m coming.” Shuffling your papers and grabbing your laptop, the two of you made your way into the briefing room with Terry and the others already waiting for you. “I thought it was just going to be the three of us.” You mumbled confused by the presence of Amy, Charles, Gina, and Holt. You connected your wires with familiarity, fingers working quickly to turn on the screen.
“It was, but Captain Holt wanted this to be an all-hands-on-deck project given the entire Wuntch situation.” Terry explained helping you pull down the projector. “There was a team email sent out, but we seem to be having tech issues. Jake seemed to have missed the memo as well.”
“Just procced with our presentation (Y/N), I’m sure Peralta will show up late as usual.” Holt commanded, urging you to continue.
You propped your laptop onto the dolly, dragging your presentation onto the projector. “So, my contacts in the 49th precinct had brought in a mister Johnathan Smith for possession of Giggle Pig,” you started sounding quite tired from your long day, eyes focused on the group as you clicked through the photos. “Smith confessed and disclosed the name of his dealer, but the description doesn’t match with the others we received.” You had heard a ding of a device in the background but chose to ignore it, choosing to focus your words. “Diaz and I have reason to believe that the drug has a wider network than we initially thought, going beyond our neighborhood and into the entire Brooklyn drug hive mind.” You heard another ding, this time followed by soft murmurs. Thinking that it was your exhausted state playing tricks, you pushed ahead to finish your presentation. Several more laughs and louder whispers sounded from the group as you concluded. You were sure now that you were going insane. “Any questions?”
Boyles hand was the first to shoot up enthusiastically fast, “Yes, very thorough research (L/N). Just one question, how long have you and Peralta been dating?”
The room finally let go of their restraint, bellowing with laughter, with only the Capitan trying to calm everyone down. You whipped your head towards your laptop, eyes widening at your mistake. You had pulled all your apps onto the projector screen showing bold red notification numbers flashing the messages Jake had sent you.
3:00 PM [(1) Message(s) from: Jake “The Best” Peralta] Meet me in the basement filing room for some sexy times ;)
3:15 PM [(2) Message(s) from: Jake “The Best” Peralta] Just kidding, it’s nothing crazy – just bring your cute butt down here ASAP!
Your feet moved before your brain, scrambling down the stairs knowing damn well that the rest of your friends will be pursuing behind you shortly. You turned into the filing room like cartoon roadrunner, you didn’t have enough time to awe at the romantic gesture or even give Jake a proper warning. “They know.” You gasped eyes frantic, lungs begging for air.
Jake looked right past you and met eyes with the six of your co-workers all with teasing faces looking between the two of you knowingly. “Tech issues?” He asked you, already knowing your answer.
The group teased you relentlessly with jabs of “I knew you guys were dating!”, “If only these walls could talk.”, and “Is this why you two took last weekend off?”. The overlapping conversation was silenced by a crisp declaration from Holt.
“Alright, you’ve all had your fun. Everyone back to work. Santiago, check on that lead that was presented during today’s team briefing,” Holt commanded with a slight raised eyebrow at Jake for missing the meeting, “The rest of you contact your friends in other precincts to see if they heard of Giggle Pig. (L/N) and Peralta, I’m giving you thirty minutes to wrap-up whatever this may be.” The group dispersed without another word, faint musings drifting into the background.
With a sigh, you turned to finally take in your surroundings. Stepping on the soft checkered blanket, taking in the scent of citrus and vanilla blooming from the candles. With only the candlelight illuminating the room, you found yourself staring at how the light bounced off of Jake’s dimples and the way his leather jacket reflected the candle warmth. You beamed between the sight of your favorite sandwiches and your favorite person, finally stepping forward closing the gap between the two of you. “This is perfect Jake, thank you.” You breathed while his hands landed on your waist as he met your lips, smiling into your kiss. “I’m sorry, everyone found out.”
Jake shook his head, grabbing your neck to pull you in for another kiss, the first one being way too short for his liking. “It’s okay,” He whispered, feeling over the moon at seeing you finally smile, “I’m just glad that I finally caught your attention.” He suspected another apology bubbling within you, so he kissed you one last time easing all your worries away. Jake leaned his forehead on yours, lightly pecking your nose causing it to scrunch cutely. “I am signing you up for one of those tech lessons at the Apple Store though, we’re lucky my messages didn’t contain any sexy time photos.”
With a lightened mood, and the weight of your relationship secret lifted, the two of you spent the rest of the day eating sandwiches and reviewing the details of the cold case. With Jakes help, you were finally able to connect all your scattered thoughts together solving the case.
With the day ending as the clock stroke eight, signaling the end of your shift, the two of you exited the office that night hand in hand for the first time ever; the team staring at your backs fondly. “They’re watching us.” You whispered into Peralta’s ear, cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
“Let them.” Your boyfriend replied back, kissing your warm cheeks. As you two entered the elevator, you let your guard down, the tension in your brain releasing. You placed your head on Jake’s shoulder with your eyes closing slightly, ready for your long awaited food coma induced nap.
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A/N: I came up with this while preparing mulled wine, actually. Best example that anything can be inspiring. So here’s a silly little story that I think could totally be canon, haha! Enjoy!
Words: 1291
Warnings: alcohol
Here we go again. It wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy helping out at Hawkins’ school Christmas markets. They were fun, got you into a Christmassy mood and all the free food and drinks helped your wallet out for the time you needed the extra cash to buy Christmas presents.
After having moved here a little over a year ago, you graduated from Hawkins’ High School having made not too many friends but instead having focused on your career.
This time of the day was a little exhausting though. It was, strangely, when all of those students roamed free hoping they’d get alcohol from you. Gina, a sophomore student with a cute pony tail, was running the mulled wine and cider stall with you today. They identified as non-binary and Awere shy and quite inexperienced—and while they were absolutely adorable, you had to tell them repeatedly to check everyone’s IDs with no exceptions made.
Just now, you had run out of hot cider and you were already running low on mulled wine. For the special occasion, the sports equipment room at Hawkins High now simultaneously acted as a storage room.
“Gina, I’m gonna get some more mulled wine, are you gonna be okay out here for a minute?”
“Yeah, I think so,” they replied. You nodded.
“Just remember to check everyone’s ID, yeah?” With that, you disappeared... and sighed when you heard your name, not only a minute after you had moved away from the stall. Heaving the heavy bottle pack up, you returned, setting it aside on the counter. Gina picked at their fingernails, a group of guys practically cornering them. The jackets the jocks were wearing had a basketball and Tigers printed on it.
“Can I help you?” You raised your eyebrows at them, forcing half a smile all the while Gina retreated.
“Some hot cider for me and my friends, please,” the blonde one—must have been their new captain—answered.
“As my colleague here probably just told you, we’re all out of cider.”
“Come on… for me and my team. I’m Jason, captain of the Tigers?” Bingo. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes.
“Honey, I wouldn’t care if you were the president of the United States. We’re out of cider, I can’t do anything about that. I’d offer you some mulled wine but given that you’re obviously still in school, you’re also clearly under twenty-one. I can get you and your friends some fruit punch instead.”
A few of the basketball players snickered. The captain seemed less happy about your words. His toothpaste-smile faded and he didn’t take his dismayed gaze off of you when he said, “Come on, guys. Let’s head to the bar down the road.”
You waved them goodbye as if to prove a point, then turned around to unpack the mulled wine bottles. While you were at it, you turned up the music. The school had allowed you to use your own mixtapes with the record player so it wasn’t just holly jolly Christmas music all day long. That, however, now also meant that Gina was constantly exposed to heavy metal music pretty much all day long. “Run to the hills” by Iron Maiden came on the moment you turned up the volume and then turned back around just in time for two new people to lean against the counter.
One of them wore a funky cap and an innocent smile, the other… the other was a younger and much more handsome Eddie van Halen. Ha. Eddie Munson, you believed it was. His reputation preceded him but most importantly, he clearly liked the same music as you.
“Hey… how can I help?” Eddie grinned. Fuck, he was cute.
“Hey… a fruit punch for my friend Dustin here and a mulled wine for me, please.”
You leaned forward on the counter, raising an eyebrow at him with an amused smile.
“Sure. Do you have an ID on you, Munson?”
“Oh, I need an ID?” He asked innocently. You shook your head. “Must have lost it.”
“Actually, he turned twenty-one last week!” Dustin added, finger raised. You chuckled, contemplating for a moment. Then, you leaned in even closer. So close that you could have counted his dark eyelashes.
“Not a word to anyone, alright?” When you moved away, he was grinning from ear to ear. “I’m about to make a fresh pot, give me a minute.”
“Take your time,” Eddie said, right before the chorus hit. You spun around, removing one of the bottles of mulled wine to pour it into the small pot on the portable hotplate the school had provided.
You danced along, preparing Dustin’s fruit punch in the process and waiting for the mulled wine to get hot. You smiled to yourself when you watched Eddie headbanging to the music from the corner of your eye.
What if you… well, why not? You were single and so was Eddie. Perhaps…
Unceremoniously, you took a napkin and began to scribble a few numbers on it. You had nothing to lose after all.
“I saw your stunt with Jason and his laundry basket crew earlier,” he suddenly said. “That was impressive.”
You turned around to face him. “Gina was terrified. Classic school bullies, am I right? Oh, I’m so over that,” you said, rolling your eyes.
“Yeah… Carver has that effect on people. You don’t go to school here then?”
“Oh, no, I’ve graduated already—splendidly, may I add. I’m just helping out at this time of the year.”
“Ah… you don’t do private tutoring by any chance, do you?”
You chuckled. “What subject?”
“O’Donnells. Enough said,” Eddie used his hair as a curtain, hiding his blush. Fuck me, that man is too cute for his own good.
You laughed. “Oh yeah, most definitely. I can help you out,” you offered and cheekily added a wink. You weren’t normally this flirty but Eddie… Eddie was changing the game.
It took a few more minutes for the mulled wine to reach the right temperature. Then, you poured Eddie his cup.
“Remember. Not a word. Officially, this is fruit punch,” you said as you slid it towards him along with the napkin, making sure he took it.
“Of course it’s fruit punch, what else would it be?” The metalhead grinned once more, handing you a few dollar bills.
“You can keep the change, sweetheart.”
You gasped when his calloused hand brushed against your palm. And honestly? You had a feeling he’d be back for more mulled wine long before you helped close up the market for tonight. Hopefully not only for mulled wine too.
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“Dude, she was totally flirting with you,” Dustin exclaimed.
“Yeah? Ya think?” Eddie was still beaming. Shit, he was quite positive that you were the girl of his dreams. You’d been singing and dancing along to Iron Maiden, Jesus H. Christ! The only problem was that Eddie wasn’t quite the flirt king. He was comfortable with girls and knew how to calm them down and make them smile but beyond that?
It was easier during gigs when the loud music made it unnecessary to talk. That’s how he’d lost his virginity too.
“How is it you’ve never seen her around here? Have you seen her clothes? And her jewellery? She’s clearly into the same stuff. Maybe she even likes D&D.”
“I don’t know, Henderson… You think she likes me?” Dustin took a sip from his fruit punch and instead of answering him, he merely pointed at the napkin you had slid him as if it were obvious. Eddie looked down, discovering your telephone number scribbled on it.
Jackpot. He grinned. Good thing Iron Maiden was coming to play in Indiana soon. He knew just who to take with him.
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this story! If you did, I would appreciate it so much if you supported me and my writing on Kofi!
I finally, OMG, released my first novel! You can find all info about it in the Linktree in my bio! <3
Happy Christmas Eve, everyone!
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CHANGING FACES Chapter 6: Arrival
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After years of dealing with each other Lila Rossi win’s when she convinces Hawkmoth that Marinette is Ladybug. In order to throw off suspicion and keep the Miracle Box safe Marinette and her supportive parents leave Paris and head to Gotham of all places. In this new place away from her friends and her unhealthy routines Marinette is forced to confront herself and change for the better. Helping her on her journey is a surprising new friend and potential ally. When Alya missing her friend learns about the chance to win a free trip to Gotham she convinces the class to work hard to qualify. When her new life clashes with her old one will Marinette be able to hold on strong to her new confidence or will she crumble under the pressure?
( This fic will be for the most part comedic, fluffy, and sweet, with only a bit of seriousness to tie it together. With only the mildest salt because I don’t think the class or Adrien are bad people just that they can be naive and selfish thanks to the canon writing. I hope you enjoy reading this work and have fun with me on this journey. )
CHAPTER 6:
Arrival
Marinette had never been so happy to be on solid ground. The plane ride had been… Turbulent to say the least not to mention long leaving Marinette to agonize and worry the entire time that maybe while she was busy up in the sky Hawkmoth would strike luckily the freak of a villain seemed busy and so the flight passed without the need to use Kaalki which was a great thing as Marinette was unsure just how precise the power of voyage was.
As the small family of 3 disembarked from the plane with their meager belongings Marinette breathed in the fresh air with relief it was chilly and barely light out … She was tired, yes, but she was also giddy and a strange sense of freedom was filling her with every step she took. There was no Hawkmoth here, no purple butterflies no constant need to lock her own emotions into vault, no more need to lie to her parents, no more Bustier telling her to be the classes shining example, no more Lila whispering lies behind her back, no more Adrien too shoot her longing puppy dog stares as he waited for her to ‘forgive him’ when he had never bothered to apologize.
She was free. She was safe? … Well as safe as one could be moving to a city known for its killer clowns and freaks in masks. Not that Marinette wasn’t prepared for that, her training with her own mother and the Amazon’s of Themyscira for the last few years had transformed her small unassuming body into a weapon. Not to mention the new magical training the Kwamis were giving her, Tikki especially pushed for more training once she started learning just how awful some of the villains of Gotham were and she made Marinette promise that if the Joker so much as even looked at her she would not hesitate to transform him into a cockroach. Technically it wasn’t murder so she figured Batman would be fine with it.
As they moved through the airport presenting their documentation to the necessary people Marinette’s excitement only grew with her fingers twitching with anticipation as the polite woman welcomed them to their new home and they exited the security clearance area into the wider airport. Her eyes scanned the crowd eagerly until they landed on the group of 3 men chatting amongst themselves. She let out a squeal and started running, catching the men’s attention as she flung herself at them in joy. Jason however acted fast and caught her first wrapping her into a tight brotherly hug and lifting her off the ground and away from Dick and Alfred.
“Woah there jelly bean you trying to take the old man out? Lucky I caught you huh!”
Marinette snorted and rolled her eyes trying to squirm out of Jason’s grasp so she could hug Alfred and Dick who was looking rather put out.
“Oh please Alfred’s not frail he’s like Grandma Gina he will live forever at this rate and be healthier then all of us.”
Tom and Sabine chuckled at the scene as they walked over with their meager bags and proceeded to hug Alfred and catch up while Dick tried to pry Marinette free from Jason in order to get his hug that Jason had so rudely stolen. Marinette meanwhile dangled from Jason’s arms with an amused and exasperated look on her face. She’d missed her ‘brothers’ greatly and was happy to see them again. There was just one thing, one tiny little thing…
“When did you freaks get so tall!”
The sudden comment had both boys stopping as they seemingly for the first time paused to take in Marinette’s appearance. Sure they had seen pictures of her and video chatted plenty of times but this was the first time in years where they had physically been around her and now that they were…
“I think the better question here is why are you so short.” Marinette gasped in faux offense squirmed out of Jason’s grasp clutching her heart in mock betrayal.
“How could you say such a thing… Dick is my favorite now.”
The oldest Wayne grinned and accepted his hug while sticking his tongue out at Jason who was playing the part of the dramatically betrayed.
However now that Dick was hugging his little sister he could not help but blurt out. “God you really are short.”
Marinette squawked indignantly at the comment. “What no! I’m normal it's you two who are the-” She gestured at them with waving arms. “Alfred! What have you been feeding them and where can I get some!”
Alfred chuckled and opened his arms calmly to accept the warm hug of his god daughter. “I’m afraid I haven’t been feeding them anything unusual; they simply sprung up like weeds.”
Marinette huffed and puffed up her cheeks. Stupid genetics.
“Ah don’t feel too bad jelly bean Dickie here isn’t even THAT tall, just wait till you meet Kori in the flesh now that's tall.”
As the group moved its way out of the airport Marinette recalled the measurements she’d received when designing Kori’s wedding dress, not to mention the pictures that showed the beautiful tan woman towering a full head over Dick at the altar. Maybe it was something in the water of Gotham that made people tall. Considering all the supervillains she would not doubt it.
“When will I finally get to meet Kori and Mar’i face to face anyway? I wanna hug my cute little niece already!!!”
“Why? Because she’s the only one not taller than you?” Jason snickered before letting out a surprised yelp as Marinette playfully punched him in his side with a pout. She had some surprising strength in that arm of hers.
“Later in the week, they wanted to come pick you up with us but it was so early and your parents told us your new school was giving you a week off to adjust to the new timezone before classes start.” Honestly it had been a hectic night with Mar’i refusing to sleep determined to go with Dick to the airport but eventually she fell asleep clutching Silkie and so Dick had left alone.
“What school are you going to anyway, jelly bean? Maybe I can come pick you up sometime after school for some lessons in self defense at my gym.” Mostly he wanted to see her flatten some of the men twice her size; he knew Sabine had been training Marinette since she was young and he was eager to see what his little sis was capable of.
Marinette smiled at the thought. “That sounds nice, as for my new school mom and Alfred arranged it for me, I think it's called Gotham Academy.”
Marinette missed the way Dick and Jason whipped their heads around to glare at Alfred. Gotham Academy wasn’t a bad school, in fact one could easily say the opposite: it had great staff, good facilities, and it had accepted Marinette on a full ride scholarship thanks to her high grades and many achievements. The problem was the school was also full of a bunch of rich leeches, but worst of all it had Damian. Now both older Wayne’s could admit they loved there little brother even if Jason would deny it to keep his cool reputation but Damian had a bit of a bad track record with first impressions. Not to mention the fact that the 3 Wayne’s had already discussed how best to introduce the Dupain-Chengs to the rest of the family so they could all be one bigger happier family and they had agreed to wait and while and let them settle in before dropping the bomb that was the Wayne family and more specifically BRUCE on to them but if Marinette met Damian at school and got a bad idea of him… Things would get complicated.
Alfred however unlike the younger two Wayne men was not worried. He had a feeling that Marinette and Damian were just what the other needed right now. Yes, he’d heard many things about Marinette’s situation from her parents. What she needed now was someone to bring out that bold Marinette he knew was waiting for a chance to shine. And as for his youngest grandson while he had been doing much better and had made friends he was still hostile and wary Marinette however might be just what he needed. The old man chuckled with a warm smile.
“I think you will like Gotham Academy very much, Marinette.”
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Damian Wayne had a reputation. Since his first ever day at school at the age of 10 after he’d moved in with his father the young heir had… Problems with other students. His personality was icey and his training too deeply ingrained that school and him had not gone well. Yet his father refused to let him skip or be homeschooled, determined that with time school would help him develop his social skills. For the first few years Damian was alone he shoved people away and did only what was required waiting for the day when finally his father would see that school was beneath him and he could achieve so much more without it.
At 13 that reputation evolved. And not for the better. Damian had been so sure of his own intelligence and his own superiority that he failed to notice that viper slinking through the grass. A girl, the same age as him, unlike other girls who had failed to approach him due to the obvious attempts, Lila had been more subtle. Instead of acting interested in him she acted unfazed she even began dating Jon the only person his age Damian was close to. He’d let his guard down thinking that she was nothing but a simple sweet girl. But he had never been more wrong.
Somehow the viper had found his weakness, somehow she knew that deep down under all his posturing he felt insecure, unloved, unwanted, and she prayed on it. She made him feel strong, she made him feel special, she made him feel wanted, she used lies to paint Jon the villain and herself the victim so that Damian would save her and fall deeper into the strange infatuation that clouded his mind. She was a snake. And worst of all he had not even discovered her lies himself; it had been sheer dumb luck overhearing her plot her schemes that had revealed the truth to him.
But by that point it was too late. The vipers poison had already spread and Damian Wayne’s reputation fell from just ‘ice king’ to ‘monster’ even after the lawsuit even after proving her lies and sending the snakes father to jail. Even after he had proven himself innocent… The reputation clung to him. It was a stain that would not wash off, even after Dick convinced him to go to therapy and his attitude improved, even after he fixed the broken relationship with his family, even after he broke out of his shell and made friends in his school, the stain was still there and every action he did and didn’t take only made it worse.
It's not that Damian wasn’t trying, because he was really. He tried to be polite and courteous; he tried to make a good impression. But somehow someway it often seemed to go wrong, though it did not help that his peers were a bunch of rich kids who tended to be overly sensitive, at least in Damian’s eyes. It did not help that Damian was self admittedly a little… Overly blunt and honest not to mention how sensitive he was about girls flirting with him, he knew he’d not fully recovered from the Vipers poison and so even now 3 years after she was gone he was on high alert constantly on the lookout for lies and manipulation. And this… alertness of his had led to again more then a few terrible first impressions.
To put it simply, Damian was aware that whenever a new student was joining the school bets were made on how fast Damian Wayne would manage to offend them. So when the teacher announced that come next Monday a new student would be joining the class a young girl all the way from France no less a ripple of excitement went through the class as once more bets were being made. This time however Damian Wayne was determined to make them all lose. He would be polite, and courteous he would not snap, not say anything un-intentionally mean, he would be normal, he would simply ignore the new girl and all would be well.
Which is why of course his Teachers asked him to give the new girl the school tour. He was one of the few who spoke French and they were unsure how good the girl's English was so they wanted to play it safe and coincidentally all the other students who could speak French just so happened to be too busy to help the new student. Damian seethed he knew it was a lie, they just wanted to force him to interact with her for their little bets. Fine then! A Wayne is not so easily defeated. He would be a perfect gentleman, he would not offend the girl, it would be fine. He would prove to himself and everyone else that Damian Wayne might be the Ice Prince of Gotham but he was no brute. Bring it on Monday Damian Wayne was ready to meet the new girl.
( Thank you again for all the patience and support! I tend to update slowly due to well... The need to keep food on the table and my finances have been especially tight lately so I was struggling but things are getting better now so hopefully I can write more often in the near future. This first chapter was more to establish some stuff I know its a little short but it felt good to get back into this fic with something a little neater sweeter and smaller. Hopefully I have more up soon! )
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Hi, Gina, my dear!
I would like to share how I got here because despite a slightly different trajectory, my current position is the same as yours as a fan today.
I remember seeing this flamboyant person, smiling and always with a joke on the tip of his tongue and my first thought was "that Lewis boy is gay" and it appealed to me immediately because at that point it had only been 3 years since I had come out of the closet myself. I wanted to know what was going to happen to the boy band with one of them being gay because the past had proven too many times to be cruel with situations like this, but very quickly I noticed Harry and all the energy going on between the two of them and my mind exploded, my jaw dropped at the remote idea of the boy band having two gay members. I didn't like their music or their style, but I stayed around because from a very early age I started working with LGBTQ+ activism and all I wanted was not to see the present repeating the past, that unlike those who came before us they could have a chance to be happy and true to who they are. That was my beginning, that's how I got here and I started to like their music more and more. The rest of the story is all we all know and have seen so far.
As a fan, I embraced the unknown and made my peace with what I'll never know. We were loud when they needed it, we saw them, we heard them, we understood them. I support them, I love them, I love their music, I'm here for them and if they need noise, they'll have noise and if they need silence, they'll have silence. For me, the important thing is knowing that Louis and Harry are queer, together or not, and I like to think that away from the cameras and the spotlight, they are happy and true to who they are. They are loved and that's enough for me.
Hi sweetheart. Thank you so much for this. I love what you said about, “if they need noise, they’ll have noise. If they need silence, they’ll have silence”. I feel that so deeply.
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A few other lucky accidents in MLB I have noticed:
Nora is a kickboxer, wears those weird armbands, and insists to be called by her ring name. To a martial arts buff, that means she practices Muay Thai and got really serious about the culture, that includes those armbands (called pra jiad) and immense importance for the ring name (in Thailand a Nak Muay will often change their legal name to match, and will ALWAYS include their training camp in their name). It also explains why a bulldozer like her has a trickster name: the ring name is given by fans, and whoever gave it must have decided she looked like a deadly spider but didn't know Anansi is a trickster.
Marinette's grandmother is named Gina Misurati. Because in neither Italy nor France one changes their name to match their spouse (mrs. HUSBAND NAME is a courtesy title), and her bike, a Moto Guzzi V7 Sport (it's identical), has written Misurati on it (it was obviously a reference to Maserati, but they stopped making motorbikes in 1960, and none of their bikes looked like Gina's anyway).
Diplomats have horrible working hours that get worse with higher rank, and diplomat kids are often "weird" and forced to grow up too fast. By happenstance, Lila's first mother is barely home, and Lila shows surprising maturity at the oddest moments (like when she flat-out told Marinette that a boy wasn't worth fighting over and offered to help her with Adrien in exchange of friendship).
Paris didn't have their own city police until 2021. Roger is from the NATIONAL police, meaning he shouldn't answer to the mayor... But he does, so SOMETHING must have happened to cause this transfer of authority.
Felix' outfit is identical to Eton's uniform minus the ridiculous hat and overcoat. I suppose it fits his social standing.
Sabine can use her spatula as a weapon. That spatula is nearly identical to a Monk's Spade, a weapon used in Shaolinquan.
Speaking of martial arts, in Chameleon Lila uses actual MMA techniques to overpower Ladybug, and Felix' claim of using Karate points to Wado Ryu thanks to those dodging moves of his.
And the big missed chance: Savate. Not only it's France's national martial art, Paris is where it was improved in the street fights of the Belle Epoque... But nobody in the show practices it. The old non-sport style includes the ancestor of Parkour, cane fighting (now mostly practiced separatedly as La Canne), garrote (the contribution of Paris' gangs), throws (already present in Paris, where Greco-Roman Wrestling was born and practiced before being rebranded), and elbow and knee strikes. It would be perfect for out heroes, both of them... Yet they don't practice it.
Yeah, it's honestly such a shame that these awesome details/references are just either never used or a one-and-done deal just to make a cool easter egg. And sure, Gina's bike for example could be just that, a cool little character detail. Maybe while the bikes did stop getting made in the 60s, she got herself an old one and re-vamped it as the years went by. Adds flavor to her character. Admittedly I don't know enough to talk about the model, but I trust your skills when it comes to identifying the make. Also, I was always sure that changing your last name to a spouse's (like mrs Dupain-Cheng) is optional, like a courtesy as you said. I don't know enough French people to tell if it's a rare occurance or otherwise, but still a nice tidbit of info I'll file away.
Nora is honestly another prime example of wasting some awesome character building because they can't bother to do the research behind the design. Sure, she looks cool and somebody might have said "give her wrappings on the arms, that's awesome" and the designers went with it, but we clearly see that she is a Martial Arts buff even in the way she talks to Alya and co. Why they never bothered to lean in on that even as a background detail, I'll never know. I know it's unreasonable to expect any group of writers to focus on every single character beat, and that Nora doesn't appear enough to really warrant the focus, but it still would be cool to see even through like, one or two lines from Alya. A reference to the Anansi metaphor you mentioned or a word from Nora about the cultural inspiration. It would have been cool.
Continuing down the martial arts road, I did notice Lila's MMA moves in Chameleon, but it seemed more like a case of the writers/animators deciding on cool moves than them paying proper attention and using the correct style of fighting. Sure, they might have and in that case kudos to whoever greenlight that decision, but it always felt a little accidental to me, just for the sake of the action scene itself, you know? At least with Felix we get a proper explanation, and it does honestly build up his character with a cool detail. Not sure if Karate was the best fit for the reasoning here, but any explanation is a step in the right direction at least.
About Savate...it honestly would be an awesome inclusion. Sure, the heroes fight with their superpowers and weapons most of the time, but some the close-quarters moments like the rooftop scene in "Ladybug" was the perfect chance for Adrien to bust out a good throw at Hawkmoth. Speaking of, one might make the argument of Gabriel using La Canne moves, (and I honestly haven't seen enough to dispute that), but to me it looks like he handles his weapon more like a sword? Sure, fits in nicely with Adrien's fencing allowing him to fight back in a 1 vs 1, but we already have quite a few characters who swordfight this way. Tomoe and Kagami do, as does Adrien like I mentioned. It would have been much more visually interesting to give Gabriel a separate style of bladework, especially since his weapon is in the name. In general, I'd love to see a good knee-cracking kick from Ladybug, so I totally agree with you.
I do love Felix's outfit though. It's a cool reference to those who get it, but also stands on it's own as a cornerstone of his design and adds more to his character and personality. Especially with the entire fandom (me, I'm the fandom) writing about him habitually keeping wrinkles off his suit at all times and staying perfect. I refuse to believe Colt Fathom did not do a number on this kid. But yeah it's also just a cool outfit to put him in, and I appreciate that!
In terms of Roger and the police...I'm going to be frank with you, the show handles that aspect horribly. Sure, you could assume that they answer to Andre because he's the immediate authority figure and also a corrupt politician, but that's first of all not even remotely possibly without serious internal corruption of National Police, and second of all completely unreasonable! The police force's reaction to Akuma attacks used to be a big thing in Season 1. In Origins, they tried fighting Stoneheart on their own. And in Copycat, they try to apprehend "Chat Noir" for stealing the Mona Lisa. There's the seeds of an interesting dynamic between the heroes in masks and the boys in blue! But in Rogercop, they're being made into utter fools! Andre is very obviously under duress when he tells them to apprehend Ladybug and Chat Noir, and they just...start listening to the villain like mindless drones? In Maledictator I can excuse it, his whole powerset revolves around making new "laws" that those he blasts have to follow. Makes sense that Roger and co. would be the first responders and get beamed in 5 minutes flat. But in any case where an authority figure is forcibly giving orders, there is a protocol! A procedure to follow! A plan to be made! But...nothing! The show does absolutely nothing, and then beyond this point the vanish apart from another 2 or 3 times where police officers show up in the background somewhere, or as Akuma goons because we need grunts for an action scene. As much as I love "show don't tell", in this case I'd be happy with tell! A comment from a news report about how police have been instructed to stay out of the Akumas' way and help civilians evacuate is so easy to add, and it would change nothing except making Roger and his team actually usefull! As it stands, the entire concept of a police force exists only the few times Astruc needs it to. And don't even get me started on Chloe's coup of the Captial City of France!! I'm convinced this universe has no goverments, no presidents and no first responders for any situation, I swear...
About Lila's mother, yes! Finally somebody says it! Lila's mother is obviously overworked, she clearly does love her daughter but is physically unable to make time for her! This could be such a cool dynamic to see with Lila's home life, and like you said it perfectly explains why sometimes amidst her psychopathic tendencies there's a moment of unexpected maturity from her. Exploring this even gradually, even with us literally being drip-fed information, would have made Lila a much better character! There are so many layers here that remain unexplored, and I can smell the good content like a bloodhound! Sure is a shame that Thomas never bothered to include any of it... I swear, every fault this show has goes like this:
Cool Idea + Good Introduction + (Botched Everything-Else * No Follow-Up) = Miraculous Ladybug
Can't believe the writers made me do math for this show...or that when S6 releases we'll be able to make the "Six seasons and a movie" joke from Community. At least that's a silver lining...
P.S: I love Sabine's spatula. An elegant weapon, from a more civilized age...
#miraculous ladybug#yolo rants#i'm going insane#thanks thomas#cheers guys#seriously the writers will have to pay for my therapy#missed potential#ain't that the truth#describes the entire show tbh#anyway yeah#i'm going to cry#goodbye#i'll see myself out
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The Great Race Part 4
(We see the actions portrayed as the narrator is talking).
Narrator: After an agreement was made, all the other engines arrived at the sheds and began to go to sleep. Later at around 3 in the morning, Jack had to leave with Henry to pull the Flying Kipper. The plans to streamline Gordon were almost finished, so Gordon went to sleep.
(We cut to the next day at Brendam Docks).
Narrator: Even with all the excitement of the Great Railway Show, work on the railway had to carry on. And Brendam Docks was as busy as ever.
(We cut to Cranky and Diesel. Cranky is lowering a crate while Diesel is pushing multiple crates for reasons unknown).
Cranky: Ok Diesel, this is a nice big crate how about this one?
Diesel (skeptically): Uh, no not that one, Cranky. It needs to be bigger.
(Diesel is looking at Cranky trying to pick out different crates).
Diesel: That one. Yeah, that one.
(He lowers the crate down to Diesel.)
Cranky: What do you want all these crates for, anyway?
Diesel: Never you mind what I want them for. It's a surprise.
(He laughs as he pushes the crates away).
Cranky (mildly annoyed): Oh, some engines.
Narrator: Thomas arrives at Brendam Docks feeling very excited.
(Thomas blows his whistle as he pulls up with some freight under Cranky).
Cranky: What's up with you?
Thomas (excitedly): I had this brilliant idea as to how I can help my friends go to the Great Railway Show. I'm going to have Henry's driver, Jack streamline Gordon so he can win his race.
Cranky: (laughs): Thomas, that's a good one. Streamlining an engine in two weeks with only one person.
(He keeps laughing.)
Thomas: (annoyed): It's not that funny, Cranky. Jack isn't going to do all of the work. He's only going to be drawing the designs before presenting them to Sir Topham Hatt.
Narrator: Suddenly, a strange noise can be heard in the distance.
(We cut to the source of the noise).
Narrator: It was a large ship full of engines that arrived on Sodor. All of the engines have come from many different countries from North America, to India.
(All the engines start leaving the ship and greet the workers in their native language while talking excitedly about being on the island).
Random worker: Hey stop, wait, wait!
(He blows his whistle and all the engines stop. Vinnie, the engine from North America, crashes into Axel the Belgian engine).
Vinnie (annoyed): Hey, watch out!
Axel: Well maybe mon ami, if you had been paying better attention you wouldn't have bumped into me, no.
Vinnie: Say that again, Frenchie.
Axel: I'm Belgian, you silly American engine!
Vinnie: Why you little. . .
(Before the two engines can argue some more, the docks worker blew his whistle).
Random worker: Knock it off you two! I have a very important question: Where are you all going?
Axel: To the Great Railway Show, of course.
(Thomas gasps as he hears their conversation).
Random worker: The Great Railway Show's not happening here, it's happening on the mainland. This is the island of Sodor. You all need to get back on the ship. I need to have a serious word with the captain.
(He goes to the ship as Axel processes what was said.)
Axel: The island of (realizes his mistake) oops. (calling to the other engines) Wrong stop.
(All the foreign engines start backing up to get back on the ship except a pink engine who starts to fall behind).
Pink engine: I'm coming, please wait.
Narrator: Thomas wanted to talk to the foreign engines, but before he could Vinnie the North American engine almost bumped into him.
(Vinnie blows his whistle).
Vinnie: Get out of the way! Why don't you look where you going, shrimp?
Thomas: I'm not the one going backwards. If anything you almost bumped into me.
Narrator: All the engines got back onto the ship. As they started heading off to the mainland they realized that someone had been left behind.
Gina (an Italian engine): I think we left someone behind. Is there somebody missing?
Vinnie (laughing): Who cares, that'll mean less competition and that silly little tank engine won't be able to stow away on our ship.
Axel: Why must you be so rude, mon ami? The little tank engine was just curious. It's not as if he wanted to break the rules.
Vinnie: Why don't you just mind your own business, Frenchie!
Axel: I told you I'm Belgian!
Vinnie: I don't care if you're from Belgium or Bora Bora, stay out of my business.
(The two keep arguing and the other engines are getting tired of it).
Yong Bao (an engine from China to Rajiv): I really hope that the trip to the mainland won't be long.
Rajiv: I hope so too. I'm worried about Ashima though. We come from the same railway in India. I hope she'll be alright. I wonder how she'll be able to get to the mainland now.
(Cut back to Sodor).
Narrator: Little did the engines know, but Ashima was about to make a big mistake. She kept backing up until she almost pushed Thomas into the water.
Thomas: Oh no, help!
Porter: Thomas!
(All the workers rush over to Ashima to couple her up to Thomas).
Foreman: Everyone careful! Careful! Almost there. There we go!
(Thomas is now back on the rails.)
Narrator: Luckily no one was hurt as everyone cheers. Thomas, however was cross.
Thomas: You did that purpose! What is it with you engines? Do you realize what could have happened if you didn't stop? I could have ended up in the water! You silly engine, you you -
(He stops when he sees the engine's face. She looks like she's about to cry).
Ashima: (apologetically) I'm very sorry. I truly didn't mean to bump into you. I simply didn't realize you were behind me. I didn't know that the ship made the wrong stop. Now I'm worried about being lost on this island.
Thomas: (rudely) Well, I'm sorry, but some of us have work to do. Goodbye!
(He leaves the docks and goes back to the shunting yards).
Salty: Argh, don't mind him, me lady. He really means well, I'm sure you'll be able to find your way. The name's Salty. Why we get many an engine at these docks. I'm sure one of them shall help you part the foggy seas.
(Ashima giggles. She's starting to feel better).
Ashima: Thank you, Salty. My name's Ashima. Where do you think I can go that won't interrupt things?
Salty: Ha ha har. There be some sidings down the way. Best talk with the dock manager along the way.
Ashmia: Thank you. Goodbye, Salty.
Salty: Fare thee well, me lady.
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