How about Kimi telling drunkly to Lewis that yn is his wife and then Lewis telling Charles
Yes, Lewis is a gossip girl. Just like the rest of us!
The entire thing started because Kimi could not hold his alcohol. Lewis discovered this halfway through a paddock party.
Kimi was sitting on a sofa, drink in hand, looking unusually pleased with himself. “You alright?” Lewis asked, dropping into the seat beside him. Kimi nodded solemnly. “Yep.” A pause. Then: “My wife is really pretty.” Lewis blinked. “Your what?” “My wife.”
Lewis immediately knew there was no wife. Mostly because Kimi was nineteen and spectacularly single. (And in love with a certain Leclerc sister) Still, he was curious. “Who’s your wife, then?” Kimi smiled dreamily. “Yn.” Lewis had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself laughing. “Yn Leclerc?” “Obviously.” “Does she know she’s your wife?” Kimi considered this. “No.” “Right.” A beat. Then Kimi pointed at him. “But I know.” Lewis almost choked.
The next morning, Lewis found Charles in the paddock. Perfect. “Charles.” Charles looked up from his coffee. “LH.” Lewis placed a hand on his shoulder. “I just wanted to congratulate you.” Charles frowned. “For what?” Lewis looked genuinely touched. “Your sister’s marriage.” Silence. “What?” “Beautiful news.” “What marriage?” Lewis shook his head. “So humble.” Charles was already lowering his coffee. “Lewis.” “I’m very happy for the happy couple.” “LEWIS.”
The older driver finally sighed. “As far as I’m aware, Kimi informed me last night that Yn is his wife.” The silence that followed was magnificent. Charles stared. Then blinked. Then stared some more. “Excuse me?” Lewis could feel years being added to Charles’ life. “He seemed very certain.” “My sister is not married.” “That’s not what your brother-in-law said.” Charles nearly dropped his coffee. “My WHAT?” Lewis was having the time of his life. Across the paddock, George was already laughing because he’d figured out exactly what was happening.
Charles was now pulling out his phone. “Oh no.” “Oh yes.” “No, Charles, don’t call her.” Too late. The call connected. “Hello?” “ARE YOU MARRIED?” A long pause. “…What?” Lewis finally broke and doubled over laughing. On the other end of the line, Yn sounded completely baffled. “Charles, have you hit your head again?” Charles slowly turned toward Lewis. Realization dawning. “Lewis.” Lewis was still laughing. “Lewis.” “You should’ve seen your face.” Charles pointed at him. “I’m going to kill you.”
Meanwhile, several garages away, Kimi was drinking a juice box and trying to remember why everybody kept looking at him strangely. He had absolutely no recollection of acquiring a wife.
tw : a bit of yandere if you squint really hard, neglect, she/her pronouns (I'm sorry guys!! I'm going to try and make something with they/them pronouns soon)
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sunshine!reader who adores talking to people, even with people she doesn't like, which is rare
sunshine!reader who loves small things. the leaves turning orange in autumn, rain boots to jump in puddles with, warm candles, and so many other trinkets.
sunshine!reader who loves iced coffee to the point of addiction.
sunshine!reader who is the type of person to wave at babies and smile at strangers.
sunshine!reader who has been stuck at a specific mansion in Gotham
sunshine!reader who has been neglected by the bat family her whole life.
sunshine!reader who has tried every way to get their attention.
sunshine!reader who has been doing ballet since four years old and is now a professional ballerina
sunshine!reader who has performed on stage in front of thousands
sunshine!reader who is studying at one of the most prestigious colleges in the US
sunshine!reader who's paintings have been featured in galleries all over the US and Europe.
sunshine!reader who, when she graduated, had almost fifty awards
and still, none of that impresses them
sunshine!reader who is moving away to an apartment near campus with two of her friends, Thiego and Ivy
sunshine!reader who didn't tell anyone except Alfred because if they didn't notice her then, they wouldn't notice her if she left.
probably.
hopefully.
sunshine!reader who leaves the next day, putting all her boxes, that are filled with trinkets and decorations, into her car with the help of the two of her friends.
sunshine!reader who immediately starts unpacking once she gets there, decorating her small room. all while the sun shine through the opened window on the slanted roof.
sunshine!reader who after a week of moving out, still hasn't gotten a single call, text, or voicemail from her family. which she didn't expect she would.
they probably don't even notice she's gone, right?
author's note !
okay so first post?? it might be absolutely horrible, and I know it's a really basic trope but I just love it. anygays, bye lovelies!! remember to drink water and eat.
Not the one he was actually in, no, the empty one at the end of a row of Rileys. He's not sure why he does it, maybe to get a look at something physical with his name on it and not whatever fake ID laswell sent him this month.
Recently, he's noticed a little fox that skitters into hiding whenever he approaches, though if he looked he'd find a den under his grave.
He's...not sure why, but he keeps coming back during the winter. Not for his grave, but for the little fox. He's terrified they won't make it through the cold. Thank god he did, because he finds a tiny ball of red fur frozen in the snow.
Ghost doesn't hesitate to scoop up the fox, bundling it in his only snow jacket as he walks back to his apartment in short-sleeves.
Only...when ghost wakes up after passing out that night, the fox he was curled around is....gone??
And there's some teen currently ransacking his fridge???
"...no. no way. Sir fox??" Ghost asks, eyes wide. You have the same patch of white hair where sir fox had white fur on his head.
"That is the worst name I've ever been given." You hiss, then promptly throw a moldy loaf of bread at him.
I would like to request a platonic headcanon of Alastor with a Teen reader whose sinner form is like that of a deer fawn? It would be a bit funny to me if they end up responding to their deer instincts such as reader accidentally bleating in surprised from like a glass breaking which has Alastor rush into the room ready to throw down with someone who messed with teen reader only for them to be embarrassed about the whole thing
Shakes him rapidly um
Anyway uh
Warnings ^^ none really tbh it’s just fluffy and silly. Uh gn!reader, teen!reader, and of course the reader is a fawn :3
Anyway uh enjoy ^^
ask box and requests are open ^^
Okay
When you first step foot into the hotel
There’s a few jokes made
Because duh obviously there was
Because your a young vulnerable teen in hell— who happened to be a fawn/deer— and Alastor was also a deer!
Charlie made a well intentioned comment about you to getting along extra well and it made the both of you embarrassed
But fuck her she was right
I imagine that there are small communities of sinners that are all sorta the same type
Like bunny sinners staying around other bunnies yknow
But Alastor never really got into all that so he wasn’t around other deer like sinners at all before you
And now he’s got all these feelings and instincts
Gross.
Anyway onto the topic at hand
I feel like Alastor spent a really long time trying to overcome his instincts
Like stopping all the little sounds and junk
So it’s really funny to imagine you just making random deer sounds
Because you haven’t learned to control your instincts
And Alastor just sitting there like
Back ramrod straight, ears perked and staring directly at you as you move around
Fawns bleat when they want attention, are hungry, feel threatened or just to communicate with their parents— typically their mother but eh that doesn’t apply here
So I can imagine you randomly bleating because your hungry or bored and then Alastor just appears behind you like
“Hello, my dear, what a lovely day!” And then he just doesn’t leave until he knows what you meed/want
It’s a different story if your bleating because you feel scared or threatened
Then he’s much more
Manic? About it when he gets to you
Which is funny if you just stubbed your toe or tripped
And slightly horrifying if you’re actively being threatened or harmed
For whoever’s decided to mess with you, that is
Another scream for Alastor’s broadcast
It’s be pretty funny if you like
Didn’t realise that he’s not like that with everyone or something
Actually no it’s funnier if you know he’s not like this with everyone, but you just assume it’s because he wants to manipulate you or own your soul
When in reality he’s clawing at the walls of his enclosure, going batshit feral because now he has feelings and a fawn to look after and
Hi! Could you please do one where teen reader has no friends and due to her being younger, she’s a bit disconnected from the team. They all think she has friends and is busy like a normal teenager so that’s why they never reach out but they’ve also never taken to time to see that she doesn’t actually have friends.
Teen Reader x Avengers Family!
Empty Weekends
Avengers & Fem!Teen!Reader
[A/N] It's Bank Holiday Monday and it's boiling 🥵 Has anyone got any fun plans? My bestie's coming over soon and tonight we're playing Blood on the Clocktower again, I can't wait 🥳 This request was so cute, thanks my lovely ❤️ Hope you like it!
You’re packing up your gym bag when you first overhear them talking. “Movie starts at eight so I figured we could get food at six then walk over?”
“Sounds good,” Hope replies. “Did you invite Carol?”
Your heart sinks as you watch the two of them, hoping that they’ll look over, that they’ll realise. Natasha said all the girls – all of them surely included you? Neither of them even glances at you as they grab their own stuff and head out of the gym. It stings more than you’d care to admit as you slowly stand up, wiping some sweat from your forehead. Natasha had been training with you all day and hadn’t asked you once about a movie, or even told you she had plans that evening.
As you head towards the entrance you spot Tony and Sam talking, “Most of the girls are going out so I thought we could watch a movie here,” Sam says. “Rest of the team, get some snacks, maybe some beer, just chill.”
“Sounds good, I’ll send out a text,” Tony says.
Rest of the team? Surely that must include you. You linger in the doorway, waiting for one of them to say something to you. Tony’s eyes land on you and you smile, but all he does is reach over and ruffle your hair, “Have a good weekend kid. See you on Monday.”
Sam smiles at you too, “Yeah, have a good one kid.”
You visibly wilt but neither of them notices, both clearly eager to start their evening. Maybe they’re under the assumption you’ve been invited out with Natasha and the girls. Maybe they were only planning to invite people actually living in the compound, though you know Tony has his own place. Perhaps it’s your age but you’re only a few years younger than Kate, you could go watch an R-Rated movie with them…
As you head through the compound it feels like everyone’s getting ready to do something fun. Everyone except for you. You pause by the kitchen, seeing Wanda making herself a snack which she often does after training. Kate is sitting on the kitchen counter talking to her, along with Yelena. You wait for one of them to look over, to invite you to join them, but when Yelena does eventually notice you she just smiles and waves, “See you Monday, kid! Don’t get into too much trouble!”
Officially dismissed, you head for the exit, knowing exactly what format the evening, and the rest of the weekend, will now take. Your Mom will be out; she’s usually out most evenings. Your Dad had taken off years ago, you couldn’t even remember the last time you’d seen him. No one will ask you to hang out. No one will make plans with you. You’ll watch reruns of Judge Judy whilst eating whatever food your Mom left for you in the fridge, then head to bed and play on your old Nintendo DS that was just about still clinging on for dear life. You’d got it cheap at a second-hand stall a few years ago because you couldn’t afford a Nintendo Switch. There was no point buying an XBOX or a PlayStation because the only TV in the house was in the living room, and was so ancient that the cables probably wouldn’t be a match.
You have five dollars that you’d found in the park when you’d gone for that walk last week. That might get you a couple of decent snacks to make your evening slightly better. As you head through the reception you hear a burst of laughter behind you, and you have to blink back sudden tears.
You’d joined the Avengers earlier this year, after it had been discovered you could turn invisible. All you’d done was sneak into your school to get the test answers so you’d be prepared for the following day when it had suddenly turned into a whole government problem. You’d been terrified they’d lock you away indefinitely but they’d eventually handed you over to the Avengers, deciding it would be easier for them if they made you the Avengers’ problem. There’d been a long discussion but they’d ultimately agreed you weren’t dangerous, that you could continue living with your Mom, but you’d begin your training at the compound. No more school for you, Tony had hired a tutor to come in to keep you on top of your studies, but most of your time was now dedicated to intensive Avengers training.
Not having to go to school anymore was a major bonus – you’d never really made any friends there. When you’d joined the Avengers you’d been pleased by how kind they were to you, and you’d thought you’d finally found your ‘tribe’ so to speak. Months had gone by though and none of them had ever invited you to Avengers events, to hangouts, to anything outside of training.
You’ve taken just a few steps out of the compound when you stop. Suddenly you can’t stomach the thought of going home. Of sitting alone in that empty apartment with reheated leftovers from last night, wondering whether your Mom will come home tonight or whether she’ll stay at someone else’s house, not sure which is worse. You think of the Friday that she did come home, so drunk she could barely stand, how she’d woken you up by sitting on the edge of your bed, “You’ll always be a loser.” Her voice had been slurred, continuing with her monologue as you pretended to be asleep. “It’s why your Dad left. He knew as well. Your teenage years are for sneaking out, for having some fun… And all you do is sit in this apartment.”
Her hand had patted your head, and you’d burrowed under the covers, trying even harder to pretend you were asleep. It hadn’t stopped her though – her voice had carried beneath your duvet, continuously calling you a loser, a loner, saying you were wasting your teenage years. By morning she’d forgotten. She got to forget and you’d have to remember them for the rest of your life.
Whilst her words had been cruel, some of them hadn’t been untrue. Every weekend does look exactly the same. You never go anywhere or do anything. There are no friends for you to hang out with. What’s the point in ‘sneaking out’? Your Mom would’ve even notice and it’s not like you have anyone to cause mischief with. Nobody likes you. Nobody looks out for you. You’re completely alone in the world.
Before you even realise what you’re doing you turn on your heel and storm back into the compound, throwing your gym bag against the wall, and heading straight to the kitchen. More of the Avengers are gathered there now, some having a drink, some a snack, some just congregating as they all joke and banter, ready for the weekend ahead. All of them excited, none of them lonely or left out.
Steve spots you first, giving you a soft smile, “Hey kid. Did you forget something?”
“No, you guys forgot me!” You shout at the very top of your voice. Usually soft-spoken, it makes everyone pause their conversations to look at you. Normally you’d be embarrassed but the words spill out of your mouth before you can even process what you’re saying, “I like movies! I like hanging out and going for walks and playing games and I know I’m a little young but I’d probably like drinking too and I like- I like all of you! But none of you like me and I don’t get why I’m not your friend or why I’m not invited to any group activities or- Or-”
You’re finally cut off by Wanda putting an arm around your shoulders, and you burst into noisy tears. She shoots a look at the other Avengers, before leading you out of the kitchen, “It’s okay Sweetheart, let’s go somewhere a little quieter and you can tell me, okay?”
You sob as she leads you towards one of the smaller meeting rooms, used mainly for one to one’s and performance reviews. “I just- All I- I just want you to be my friend.”
“I am your friend.”
“So am I,” Yelena says, having followed you both from the kitchen. She closes the door behind her as the three of you sit in the meeting room. “What’s going on?”
“I’m so lonely,” You sniffle, letting Wanda stroke her fingers over your head. “I don’t wanna go home and sit by myself-”
“We thought you’d be out with friends,” Wanda says. “Or that you’d have plans with your parents-”
“It’s just me and my Mom, and she hates me.”
“Oh no, I’m sure she doesn’t,” Yelena says. “How could anyone hate someone as funny and considerate and resilient as you?”
“No, she does, she called me a loser and I am, I’m a fucking loser, I never go anywhere or do anything, and you guys can sense it too which is why you never invite me anywhere-”
“Slow down, slow down,” Wanda encourages, as you hiccup and choke on your words as you try to force them past your tears. “We just thought you’d get bored hanging around with a bunch of adults. We didn’t realise you were feeling so lonely.”
“Of course you can come to the movie,” Yelena says. “It is girl’s night after all.”
Your bottom lip trembles, “I- I can’t. I don’t even have any money.”
“Then I’ll pay for you,” Wanda says. “Have whatever you want at dinner, and I’ll cover your movie ticket too.”
“And you can sit by me and I’ll get us popcorn to share,” Yelena says. “And those strawberry laces, those are so good.”
“The others won’t want me there after I just yelled like that,” You sniffle.
“No one will care honey, I promise,” Wanda says. “Everyone loves you, I mean… I thought you realised you were our baby.”
“What do you mean?”
“We’re all pretty protective of you,” Yelena says. “We’ve tried to give you space ‘cos you know, you’re a teenager and you’re probably way too cool for us to be fussing over you all the time-”
“Hey, is she okay?” Natasha asks, appearing in the doorway. “I got you a glass of water.”
“See,” Yelena says with a grin. “We all think the world of you.”
“Y/N’s joining us for dinner and the movie,” Wanda says.
“Oh, awesome!” Natasha says, putting your water down on the table and smiling. “You can sit next to me-”
“She’s sitting by me!” Yelena says.
“Well she has two sides and I’m sitting on the other one!”
Wanda pats your shoulder, “See? We are your friends, I promise. And now we know, we’ll invite you to more things. We didn’t mean to make so many assumptions.”
“You promise you don’t just feel sorry for me?” You ask.
“No way, you’re like the coolest person ever,” Natasha says. “You’re so young and yet you’re already such a great asset to the team. We’ll have you out on the field in no time. You’re gonna be one of the strongest Avengers, just wait.”
You let them continue comforting you, basking in their attention and praise. Yelena gently wipes at the tears on your cheeks, whilst Natasha encourages you to drink your water. Wanda keeps her arm around you the entire time, and you can finally feel that protectiveness that they were talking about. The weekend still stretches ahead of you, feeling never ending, but for tonight at least, you have plans. You have friends. You’re not alone anymore. Maybe you never will be again.
The daughter of single dad Lewis hamilton who just made it too F1 and took his spot in Mercedes after he moved to our darling Italian Stallions (sorry kimi, we love you tho). Despite the Hamilton name backing her, she ends up getting worse prejudice than Lewis did in her rookie year, because she's a girl and most likely the product of a grid girl and Lewis. Anyways, after many a trial and tribulation- she gets her first race win, and dedicates it to her dad in the media pen, where hes right next to her, and they ask her the meaning behind her number (her number is 22). And she says its because "my dad will always be twice the person I am" 🥺. Just Lewis's reaction to that, and the flashbacks he gets of wanting to give the baby up, then meeting her for the first time, then absolutely falling in love with the little bean. And on the podium, maybe they show a picture of young Lewis bringing baby Hamilton onto the podium, 18 years ago, then her standing at the top spot, all grown up?
Sorry if this is alot of writing and detail, but I just ADORE this idea. I love your work, and tysm, have a good day (or night)!
the meaning of twenty-two. | lewis hamilton x daughter!reader
pairing: lewis hamilton x platonic!duaghter!driver!reader
a/n: i loved writing the father-daughter relationship in this story, as being a daddy's girl myself. I also know that Yuki # is 22 but just bear with me :)
There had always been one thing your father taught you.
"People are going to decide who you are before you ever get the chance to introduce yourself."
You were six years old when he first said it.
At the time, you didn't understand.
By eighteen, you knew exactly what he meant.
The day Mercedes announced you as their newest driver, the internet exploded.
Some celebrated.
Many didn't.
The headlines weren't about your junior career, your karting championships, or the thousands of hours you had spent behind the wheel.
Through the black static, a voice crackles through--
"Say hii, princess."
The camera zoomed, switching to her sitting on the edge of the river, wind blowing her hair almost filmlike, sun casting a warm glow onto her face as she turned her head to look back.
"Toru, where did you even get that from?"
The camera zoomed out to show her white dress, slightly crumpled by the way she turned to watch the young boy. Her eyes showed more than she dared to speak—soft, vulnerable—full of love and adoration. She looked almost disheveled but beautiful nevertheless.
Satoru prayed so that this moment would never end. Him. Her. Just at peace. Water flowing gently, a nice picnic, no expectations, no explanations. Just him and her.
"Say something funny, angel . you're on camera."
Her lips quirked up again.
"Yeah? I thought you said you were funny enough for the both of us?"
The video seemed to crackle then, perhaps due to age or the cut of a scene. Yet—a new clip played.
This time it seemed she was the one recording.
The same boy, just with more tired-looking eyes and a look behind his eyes that showed he was far more aged than his years, yet it still held that affection and love that made it easy to ignore the imperfections.
They both shifted to fit in the frame, her arm still holding the camera.
The sound of rustling filled the room.
"Heyy, baby."
The boy pulled the blanket off himself and pulled her in by the waist despite himself. He grumbled something in sleepiness.
"Toru, you gotta get up. Yagas gonna get mad," she whispered softly again.
"Who cares about that guy anyway?" he grumbled.
She was laughing again. Soft, genuine, and breathtakingly pretty.
She ignored his attempts at grumpiness and started peppering him with small pecks all over his face, camera focusing and unfocusing as she moved around his face. He scrunched up his face and let out frustrated laughs, knowing he wouldn’t want to be anyplace else.
She stopped.
Staring into his eyes in that same adoring gaze.
She giggled then.
"I love you, Toru. I’ll miss you so so mu—"
The camera cut off then.
The last sight being the teenagers smiling, staring into eachothers eyes in that lovesick way.
Two out of three teens stared in awe at the black screen of the laptop.
What.
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a/n: 3 teenagers at the end are yuji nobara and megumi. maybe implied that reader is not really alive or present in that time hence they are suprised to see gojo with a girl.
teenager Gojo might actually have my whole heart. i genuinely love him sm its hurting me. please suggest teen Satoru fics if yall have any. anyways this is a bit new ,hope you enjoyed (can you tell I'm still learning how to write) anyways ily all . MWAH
