#again it’s weird because my dad is saying i should quit and just write and make art for a living (selling prints and jobs on fiver etc)

[celestefem]

“you wasted your days off reading and making art!!”

“……..”

#personal #my mom just texted this to me and it just really made me upset #i don’t think making art and reading is a waste of time #if i’m working ten hour days i don’t want to come home and just spend all my time cooking and cleaning #(also she decided to fold all the laundry that’s been building up over the weekend and just left massive piles of her clothes all over. #how am i even supposed to clean around all of this??) #again it’s weird because my dad is saying i should quit and just write and make art for a living (selling prints and jobs on fiver etc) #and here my mom is saying that’s all a waste…. #if capitalism is just working yourself to exhaustion and consuming useless products i don’t want to be involved…

[inuiiwonderland]

Twisted Captivity

Prologue

A/n: im so excited for this story and I can’t wait to write the first chapter! I tried to make the prologue look as interesting as possible but I think I failed💀😭

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“What’s this?” You asked your father as you stared at the paper in front of you curiously.

“Read it” You eyed him suspiciously before grabbing the paper in front of you and reading it.

Twisted raven

“Um…and what does this have to do with me?” Your father rolls his eyes before setting his cup of coffee down.

“A dear friend of mine owns that aquarium. Recently he told me about how a couple of his workers quit for some unknown reason and how he has to do extra work now” He says as he walks back to refill his cup.

“And so I told him that you might be interested in the job”

“You told him what?!” You ask. It’s not that you don’t want the job, you’re just confused and shocked about how your dad made you accept something without you knowing about it first.

“Let me finish” You huff before sitting back down.

“I told him that you wouldn’t mind since I know how much you love those little sea creatures”

“Not only sea creatures, but the whole ocean itself!”

“See what I mean” You rolled your eyes as you felt your face heat up.

“Anyways, this would be great for your little sea creature diary”

“Once again it’s my research journal dad”

“Same thing” You rest your head on the table as you continued scrolling through your phone.

“This job is perfect for you dear”

“Not only will you do something that you enjoy, the pay is also really good” He says as he walks over to the sink to throw his dirty cup in.

“Well that’s all I wanted to tell you! Thank you so much for letting me come over dear”

“You sound like I don’t allow you in my house”

“Because you don’t!” You chuckle before getting up and giving your dad a hug.

“Bye! Tell mom I said hi and that you guys should come over for dinner when you’re free”

“Of course! Now please do think about it! I can’t stand him whining any longer” He says as he rubs his temple.

“I will. Thanks dad”

-

“Ah! You must be y/n right?” You nod your head as the man with the crow mask shakes your hand.

“Oh I’m so glad you came! I was getting worried for a second thinking you might’ve changed your mind!”

“And then I would’ve have to take care of those ungrateful brats!” You just stood there awkwardly as he whispered to himself.

This is my new boss?

“Oh! How rude of me! My name is Crowley! I am the founder and owner of twisted raven!”

“It’s a pleasure meeting you Mr. Crowley”

“Pleasure meeting you to Ms. L/n! But you can just call me Crowley! No need for the formalities”

“Ah okay”

“Now follow me!” The man quickly turns around before walking away. You quickly follow suit.

“Your father told me you’re a researcher”

“Ah yes something like that”

“Great! Then I think you will definitely like it here! Perfect for the job already”

“What was that?”

“Nothing!”

Weird…he sure likes to mumble things

“All the sea animals and creatures we have here are very different from one another! Some may be aggressive while others are not. Some poisonous and some not! So do be careful when you handle them”

“We can’t have any more accidents”

“What was that last part?”

“Nothing important”

“Oh okay”

“Anyways! I would like for you to be in charge of feeding them and cleaning their tanks! I would also like it if you could write down anything that happens between you and the mers”

“We’ve been wanting to get more information about them but they’re just not cooperating with us!”

Your brows furrowed at that

What does he mean by mers?

“You will be in charge of group 3 while some of my other workers will take care of group 1 and 2”

You frown

Group 3? What does that even mean?

“Um…Mr- I mean Crowley…what do you mean by group 3?” He halts before turning around.

“What?”

You both stared at each other in confusion.

“Did your father not tell you?”

“Tell me what?” You asked. Now you were confused but also curious.

“What did your father tell you exactly y/n?”

“Erm- that you need workers and that this is an Aquarium?” You can see his eye twitch as he still had on that cheerful smile on his face.

“Oh”

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No no no….its just that-”

“This isn’t an aquarium”

“It’s a research facility”

“A what now?”

“Research Facility!”

“Oh”

“And I suppose he also didn’t tell you about the beautiful creatures we have here in this facility, correct?”

“Um…no?”

“Great! More work for me”

“Mm?”

“Nothing! Ah just follow me! I’ll show you what you will have to do!” You did as he says as you guys continued walking down the long hall.

This will be a long day

For both you and him

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[mikalame]

Heyyyy I’ve been reader some of your stuff and I really like it!!🫶🏻 Could you write 2005 Tom and same age reader are Friends and she finds out Tom has already had his first kiss and reader is kinda embarrassed that she hasn’t yet so one day she goes to toms house and they start talking abt their life’s and they get to the topic of kissing and she confessed that she hasn’t had her first kiss yet and we’ll dosent know how to kiss and Tom decides to show her how to kiss like the good friend he is and it js leads them to making out and getting caught my Bill! Please and thank you!!🖤

OMG thx so much anon 🫶 this migh be a lil rushed but np

taglist: @oppopotamus @violentnewmarley

'BAM' Tom rushes in the room, the door slamming behind him "TOM HAS GONE IT AGAIN GUYS, UGH ARENT I AMAZING" Tom yells his voice echos though the house "ugh tom shut up whats happened now" Georg groans sitting next me placing his phone on his leg looking at tom with a bored exspression while rolling his eyes as Tom drones on about how he was making out another girl while proudly showing off the hickeys adored on his neck.

Bill and Gustav come into the room, bill sits down on the opposite side of me and Gustav leans on the table in the living room bit. After a while Georg gets annoyed at Tom and starts talking about all his kissing rendezvouses, Bill desides to join in aswell they spend a few good minutes talking about this when Bill desides to ask Gustav if he had any storys to share Gustav looks down a bit embarssed before sharing his storys.

' Buzz' you look down and see your phone buzzing you answer the call after telling the boys to be quite, you hear your dad talking about how you need to come home and stuff, you bid the boys your fair wells and hug them good bye. Just before you hug Tom you look at his neck and feel as if you should of had a story to share aswell, feeling as if you are behind in life by not having a first kiss.

On your walk home you keep thinking about the convo from before feeling a weird feeling in your stomach still thinking that your behind when you reach your house you start up the computer and google 'when are you supposed to have your first kiss' you see it say that it says fifteen (this is just what google said dont feel pressure to have your first kiss) this just adds even more feeling of dread in your stomach you shut off the computer and walk to your room you get ready for bed and lie there you think back to all the storys the guys were saying today and knowing they probably have more storys they just didnt share you try to think about somthing else to get your mind off of it but cant you go to with the same strong feeling of dread.

it had been a couple of days since that incedent you still feel a bit embrassed that you havet had a kiss and so when ever one of the boys rom the table talk about a new kiss they had gotten you unknowingly zone-out trying not to draw anyattiention to your self in fear they would ask you and would think of you as less because you haven't kissed anybody yet. You though that nobody had seen you zone-out when they talk about it and how you were acting more down then usuall but somebody had the infamous Tom.

He had seen the way you look down and how you were more quite then usually, he had always love your bubbly personaity and he wanted to see what was up and what was making you feel down.

You were walking down the hall on friday ready to go home and wollow in your self pity before a pair of hand grab at your waist scaring you making your sqeal. "AH" you turn around trying to see who had done that and see Tom standing there with a grin plastered on his face "HAHA, i scared you so bad ____ should of seen your face" He says. You roll your eyes before you contiune to walk home you hear heavy footstomps behind to and see tom again in your peripheral vision "awe im sorry i scared you didnt mean it promise" he says placing his hand on his chest over his heart. He continues to speak when you dont "you should stay at our house tonight we havent had a sleepover just us in ages, we could watch movies i just rented a new one forgot the name tho and we could get snack and just chill humm how bout it" he looks at you with puppy dog eyes begging you to say yes "uhm idk..-" "comeon you seem so sad and who would be more fitting then your have person ever" "um okay fine" you groan "YAYYY" Tom yells he grabs your hand running dragging you along with him to his house.

I get pulled inside and see bill in the kitchen making a snack "help me" you mouth he shakes his head and laughs at you before heading to his room upstairs "my parents are out for the night so we can pretty much anything right now" tom says while he gets the snacks ready in a bowl "oh cool " you say still feeling a bit bummed. You grab the snacks and head to his room its not the first time you've been in there but you see new posters on the wall and a couple photos of just you two or just the band on his bedside table. "You can wear my top and and some shorts to sleep in, yk cuz you dont have anything else to wear" tom says throwing some clothes at you, you catch them "yeah and whos fault i that hmm your the one that dragged me hear, turn around so i cant put these on" you say tom turns around and puts his hands over his eyes as you put on the clothes "mabey i just wanted you in my clothes hmm" he flirts raising his eyebrows up and down you hit his shoulder playfuly".

You chuck on the movie he rented and played it, it was the new King Kong you havent seen it yet so you were very exsited. You had been so engrosed in the movie that you completely forgot about what you were feeling bad about just a hour prier to the movie. After the movie finished you and tom were talking about how good the mvie was and so on until he says the question you were dreading.

"So___whats been up with you lately you seem real sad" Tom asks worry laced in his tone, you wait a second stunned as you had completely forgot about the whole ordeal and now its coming back to you "oh um nothing im all good" you mumble before grabbing a handful of popcorn and munching on it "you can tell me ___ im your friend after all" Tom say reasuringly wrapping an arm around you pulling you close to him "no its nothing i-its stupid" you stutter realy not wanting to have this conversation "please tell me __ it seems to be really getting to you, your so quite at lunch and down really handout with us as much, did we do something to upset you, d-did i..." he says now anxious to know if they really did something bad. You pull away desiding to say this to get it off your chest " um no you didn't do anything tom um it just god this is so embarrassing, y-you remember a couple days ago when you and the guys were talking bout all your like kissing story's well it kinda made me feel like i was behind the curve and that i should of had my first kiss by now" you mumble the last bit while you look anywhere but tom. You feel him move "that all oh my days ___ you had me thinking someone was bulling you" he chuckles your face turns bright red from embarrassment and you hide you face in your hands

"If that was all it was i can kiss you if you want then you can say to people you has the awsome tom kaulitz as your first kiss" he says while pulling your hands away from your face, you look at him with a shocked face trying to think if he had really just said that "okay" he say before leaning in a bit "I dont know how to or what to do" he pulls back and say "ill teach you okay" you puts a strand of hair around your ear and wait for you to say okay once you do he slowly leans in.

You feel his lips pressed agaist yours, you take in the feeling of his smooth lips and you flutter your eyes closes wanting to really savour the feeling you, a couple seconds later you feel his mouth open and he says "just copy what im doing" you do just what he is doing just a little bit hesitant tho still unsure but feeling as if a weight had been lifted of your shoulders. After a couple minutes of that you pull away both of your guys lips swollen and i bit red you look away giggly and tom smiles before grabbing your jaw to kiss you again.

"Hey guys to got any M&M's i ate all of mine...." Bill says after opening the door and just stands there hodling his balcket around his shoulders like a cape while trying to prosses what he had just seen "uhm ill- ill come back later, have fun you to" he says winking before walking out closing the door behind him.

"We should do this again" Tom says leaning back "you getting better but i still think you need mabey a couple more lessons before you kiss anyone else" you hit his shoulder playfully "agreed" while leaning against the headboard aswell.

AHHH I hope you like anon i spent my afternoon on this (dw about the spelling lol) ❤🫶😝

#tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz imagines #tom kaulitz x you

[just-an-assbutt]

just follow up on your last post about charles and max, i've always found the narrative weird (and I think it's because oftentimes people who write max only see him on race weekends). in reality, max has even been described as quite shy off track but once he's comfortable, like in videos with daniel or the redbull crew, you can see he literally loves pleasing people and being funny. like the way he waits for every joke to land and watches people react. even in the cool down room you can always see him waiting for a chance to talk to people and he's always extra happy when they want to discuss stuff. he seems like a major people pleaser to me off the track and someone's who eager to go along with things. again, not claiming this is reality but just based on what we get to see

I totally agree with this! Specially since I was once one of those people. I first started watching only the races and, frankly, the only thing I cared about was just watching them race. But my dad is a huge F1 nerd (and loves to gossip) so he kind of ended up forcing me to learn about them outside of the track to gossip with me and that made me like Max a little more.

I used to dislike Max, because “race Max” is usually an asshole, he talks horrible to GP, complains a lot and is a bit too cocky. And Charles is the contrary, he doesn’t talk back to Xavi (even if he should), spends most of his time trying to solve things instead of complaining and is pretty humble. So I liked Charles more and Max less. Then my dad, a Lewis fan, started sending me memes daily and slowly I started to learn a little about the drivers off the track. I had always been a Vettel fan (still am) and then started to like Lewis a lot. But, of course, most of the things my dad sent me were against Max. It took me some personal effort to go and try to find things about him that weren’t negative. That’s when I started liking him more. Once you look at Max not high on adrenaline, you get to see a totally different person. Like you say Annon, he is shy and likes to ramble a lot to people, he waits eagerly for his jokes to land and closes off when he’s uncomfortable.

Charles is usually a person that makes him feel comfortable enough to ramble his heart out, the usual victim of Maxplaining. And you can see how important is for Max to tell Charles things. He runs from wherever he is to where Charles is just to talk to Charles, and you can always see Charles ready to be there and listen to him for an hour while Max lets it all out. I remember a cool down room this year that it’s a great example of that. Max was closed off, no idea why because his race hasn’t been that bad, Checo was there and even through he tried to make Max open up he couldn’t. I believe that Checo and Max are on great terms, but Max needs a pretty specific environment to be friendly and open with people he’s not too close to. Anyways, Charles walked in and saw that Checo was unsuccessfully trying to make Max talk a little bit and decided to help out. He remembered that Max complained about the wind during the race, so he brought that up. It got Max going instantly, his face and posture changed and he started rambling none stop about the wind and the effect it had on the car, like Charles didn’t know two things about aerodynamics. Checo smiled and stood there, listening to Max talk and he shared a little look with Charles, like he was thanking him. Even Charles knows how much Max loves to tell him things.

(Yes guys, keep sending asks and I’ll keep rambling, I’m like Max, I can never stop talking about F1).

#charles leclerc #max verstappen #lestappen #f1

[eclairfromleclerc]

Hello everyone. It’s been a long long time since I posted here but I guess life has caught up. I have been writing this chapter for god knows how long because I just couldn’t bring myself to write certain scenes. I still have so many ideas and directions about where this fic can go but as you understand, I need my time to actually try and write those ideas. I am now giving you the 8th chapter of this story which is a generous 14.6 K words to make up for my long long absence. I really hope there will be people still interested to read this. Always keep in mind that english isn’t my native language so pardon any mistakes or inclarities. I hope you will enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Wait patiently for the next part. Take Care, xx.

All’s Fair

(Toto Wolff x Reader) Chapter 8

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Landing in Jeddah feeling like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, after closing the deal with the Bahraini investors from your Monday meeting, is the only thing you could have asked for. Nothing has been bothering you for the past few days but the fact that Christian still hasn't said anything about you being late to your meeting, made you feel a little weird. Your little text exchanges with Toto made up for the whole madness.

As soon as your phone connects to the network you see a new notification popping up.

Christian Dad Horner 

No need to come over today, I got everything scheduled for the press, me and Helmut will handle it

Get some rest.

You raise your eyebrow reading , not knowing what your father is up to. Is he drunk? Is he out of his mind? You lock your phone and get off the plane. You check in your hotel, go to your room and settle in. As you take your clothes off your suitcase you find once again Toto’s Mercedes shirt in it and you take it out and put it on a hanger and in your closet. Thursdays are supposed to be a fun day in the paddock because of all the media and generally relaxed vibe that everyone has. The fact that no sessions take place on Thursdays doesn’t mean everyone isn’t working hard but still Christian thought your presence was not necessary, so here you are. Your phone rings with a new notification

Wolff

What’s your schedule for the press today?

You 

Christian told me he and Helmut will handle it, I won’t be joining today

I am just bored, sitting in my hotel room 

You open the camera on the app and snap a picture of your computer on your bed and some snacks nearby and you hit send

Wolff 

So you get to relax.

Enjoy it for all of us who have to work

You 

Will do :)

You spend the rest of your day in your room and meet Max to grab dinner at the hotel restaurant. Much less eventful for a usual race week Thursday. 

The next day you wake up, have breakfast and get ready to leave for the track. You check you have everything you need with you including your iPad and your badge to get in the paddock and you drive the Aston Martin, you lease for the weekend, to the track. You get to the entrance and scan your badge. To your surprise the screen in front of you shows a red cross and a message saying ‘Access Denied’. You try once again but the same message appears. You reach for your phone to call Christian to get you from the entrance. You wait for a couple of seconds before you hear his voice, the noise from the garage familiar to your ears. 

“Hey Dad” 

“Hello” you hear him answering

“It seems like my pass isn’t working, can you please come here and let me through?” you ask

“Oh I am quite busy right now sweetheart.”

“Can you send someone else instead?” 

“Um, I am sorry I have to tell you this but there’s a reason why your pass isn’t working.”

“What ?”

“It is going to remain like this for sometime, before I trust you to come back to the team”

“Did you cancel my pass because of what happened on Monday?”

“You should have been ready for this. I can’t discuss it more right now, we are having a meeting before FP1”

“Can you at least let me know about the meeting?”

“No, you are not in the team currently so, nothing to share. Feel free to fly back to England or Monaco with the next flight you find” Christian tells you and then ends the call. 

Thank god you thought about moving a bit further from the entrance so no one heard your discussion with your father. You feel a rush of anger coming at you but you hold yourself and walk as gracefully as you can back to your car, as people are watching you. You drive off the track and you pull over at the first parking space you see. You sit there in silence, since you were so confused that you didn’t even think to put some of your playlists on, and you try to realize what is happening. You let out a scream and tears roll over your face as you think of your father and all his five year old antics. But then you get the best and the worst idea you could possibly come up with. You drive fast back to your hotel and you run to your suite. You open the closet, grab Toto’s Mercedes shirt, stuff it in your new bag  that you haven’t worn in public, put on some tight black pants, some flat shoes and search furiously for that Mercedes face mask that Toto gave you that day in your travel bag. You get back to your car and drive to the track again, pulling over to wear the shirt and making yourself look like a mercedes employee. You leave the car a bit farther than usual so that fans don’t recognize you coming out of the car with the Mercedes gear. You once again walk to the paddock entrance. Hair tied on a bun, face mask and huge Gucci sunglasses covering your face. You get there not having thought of a way to get in. So you go with your instincts. 

“Hey” you say to the security guard. 

“Hi, how may I help you?” 

“Um, I am a new employee for Mercedes but I can’t seem to find my badge to get in.” you say with the best American accent that you have. Not that it mattered since the guard was Saudi Arabian. “Can you maybe call Mr. Wolff to come here? I’ll explain the situation to him” 

“I’ll reach Mr Lord.” he says

“No, no. You should call Mr.Wolff instead. I am not sure Mr. Lord is aware of my arrival here.”

“I’ll try to call Mr. Wolff then.” 

5 minutes later you see the Austrian walking to the entrance of the paddock and on his way there he waves to people, greets others and takes some photos. 

He goes to the security guard that called him

“What is it?” he asks

“This lady claimed that she’s a new employee for your team but she seems to have lost her badge, she insisted that I should call you instead of Mr. Lord.” 

Toto turns to look at you and you don’t hesitate. If you are going to get in, this is your chance. 

“Hello Mr. Wolff. My name is Mindy Roosevelt, I am here from the American branch of Daimler.” you say-again in your american accent- not being even 1% sure that you are making any sense. “I was sent here to assist you but it has been a really tricky week for me.” you look at Toto and he looks as confused as ever. “I was supposed to be here yesterday but my flight was canceled so I had to travel to Abu Dhabi to catch a connecting flight.” you try to give him hints of who you are, not being sure he understands. “ I had to look for the advisor of Daimler US Anri Hakkassan to give me my badge but then my wallet got stolen at the airport so I was left without a badge and my ID to show you who I am.” you see Toto’s eyes getting wider and wider as he realizes who you are. Your story seemed convincing for the security guard but Toto can’t leave you outside. He takes a deep breath 

“Ah yes miss Roosevelt I was waiting for you all day. Sorry to hear this. Come on.” he says and signals to the guard to let you through. You walk in the paddock and to the Mercedes hospitality, Toto not hesitating for a minute at the thought of you coming from another team. As soon as you both get in you see Bradley drinking coffee in the main lounge area of the motorhome and he greets you.

“I don’t want anyone bothering me for the next half an hour at least” he says to Bradley and he walks to his office as you follow him closely. You close the door behind you and Toto reaches and locks it. You take off your mask trying to apologize for the mess you’ve created. 

“I am so sorry Toto” you say and you hear him laugh 

“What is this?” he asks as he continues laughing

“Are you mad at me?” 

“No, I am just wondering how the hell you got yourself in this situation.”

“Christian blocked my paddock pass”

“He did what?” he asks looking slightly amused 

“This isn’t funny Toto, you know how much I love being in the team”

“That’s why you are hijacking my team?” he asks

“Christian thought that removing me from the team for a couple of races is a good way to punish me for being late at that meeting we had.”

“He did it just because you were 35 minutes late?” 

“You don’t realize Christian has a mind of a five year old when it’s about work right?”

“You said the investors were not mad that you were late, you even managed to charm them into signing a deal.”

“Yeah but Christian was mad, and he says it’s not about the investment, it’s about basic work ethic. Anyways, I can’t buy a paddock pass because I am not the type to sit in the lounge to watch the race. I need to be in the team. Plus I can’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me depressed because I am not at the pitwall or the garage.”

“How stubborn.”

“Yeah I am.”

“That’s very Horner of you.” he tells you and you roll your eyes at his obvious reference to your father’s stubbornness.  

“You are my only chance Toto, the other teams don’t even have a reason to accept me, except from Alpha Tauri, but I can’t go begging Franz about a paddock pass when he is clearly influenced by my dad.”

“Why are we even your only chance, we are your main competitors.” he asks

“I swear to god Toto I will do anything just to be here until Christian decides to drop the farce that he started. I will sign an NDA, I will keep my mouth shut about anything I see, I will delete it from my mind. Just let me be in the garage for the next few races.”

“How many races?” he looks at you

“I don’t know 3 maybe 4?” you tell him barely whispering.

“That’s a lot.” he replies “But for you I’ll try to do my best.” 

You try not to scream as you stand up from your seat, walk to his chair and hug him. You catch him off guard as he widens his eyes but then you feel his tension leaving him. 

“From now on you are Mindy Roosvelt and you came here to assist me as a part of your internship at Daimler US. You studied in New York, and you are American. You don’t know for how many races you’ll be here but it’s not long term.” Toto says taking his teacher look

“Understood.”

“You should never remove your mask in front of others, just tell them that you are at risk or something. Don’t wear high heels. We should do something about your hair so that people won’t realize it’s you and I advise you to wear sunglasses as much as possible, I’ll have Lewis hand me his collection from the Police Collaboration.”

“I’ll buy a wig. Can I have some more shirts and a couple of masks?”

“Is this shirt mine?” he asks and you nod “Looks good on you.” he says

“I’ll use yours then.” you tell him and you see him grinning. 

“I’ll have someone send you a couple of shirts, pants and shoes. I'll request your new paddock pass and I will be printing your NDA.”

“If anything leaks into Red Bull I swear I’ll be the first to go to court even if I am innocent.” you tell him and he laughs “Don’t laugh, I need you to see how serious I am about this. I won’t be saying anything to anyone.”

“I trust you. The NDA part is only about the team having to be legally protected.” 

“Okay” you say 

“Your office must be ready. It’s just the room next door, please lock it when you’re in.” he advises you “And please don’t forget your American accent once you go outside.” 

“I won’t forget. If we happen to see Christian around, just stay calm, I’ll handle it.”

“Okay” he says and you sit in silence for a couple of minutes. 

“I’ll go next door now.” you say and you stand up. “Oh sorry Toto, can I ask you about one last thing?” 

“What is it?” 

“Christian told me that I am free to leave with the next flight so I will be checking out of the hotel and I thought maybe I should be at the Mercedes hotel?” 

“I’ll arrange it. See you later.” he replies as you put on your mask and go to the room next door.  

20 minutes later you hear the door knocking, you stand up and reach for it 

“Who is this?” 

“Miss Roosevelt, I am Mariah. Mr. Wolff gave me something for you.”

You put your mask on and open the door 

“Come on in.” you tell her and she steps into your fake office

“I have this new iPad for you, Toto wanted you to have this. It has all of the passwords you’ll need and direct access to Toto’s schedule so you’ll know where you will be going and what you’ll be doing.” 

“What passwords are there?”

“Company email, team communications and private accounts.” 

“Okay thank you Mariah.”

“If you need anything else please do not hesitate to ask me, have a nice day.” she tells you and she leaves the office as you lock the door and remove your mask

You reach for your phone and text Toto 

You

Didn’t need to have access to all of this

Wolff

You have to If we are planning this lie correctly. 

I also sent you the details on your company email about the hotel room. I arranged it.

You 

Give me a minute I’ll have to get used to all of this.

The iPad is nice, I’ll give it back once I get all the details.

Wolff

Adaptability is key

Keep the iPad I don’t want you walking around the paddock with your old one, it’s practically a part of your looks, everyone will realize it’s you

Wolff

Anyways gotta work, I will be in the garage with Nyck for FP1, you’re welcome to hang by the fantasy island if you ever get the energy. 

For any question just text or call. 

You sit around for a while until your phone rings with a new notification from your calendar for the session starting in 5 minutes and as soon as you get it you stand up and leave for the garage. This time though it feels different. You used to take all your stuff with you in your pit wall seat but now there’s no pitwall seat, you’ll be just standing next to Toto, in the garage. You never got to stay in the garage, Christian always made sure you had a place at the pitwall, the garage was essentially a passage to get from the hospitality to the pitwall. You never spent a whole session in there, but now you will. The difference is the garage is not the one you are used to. It’s the Mercedes one and it’s clean, organized and much more hospitable than the one at Red Bull. At the long entrance of the garage there’s someone looking at you, making sure that you’re one of them. Little does he know, you think. 

“I am looking for Mr. Wolff.” you tell him

“He’s sat at the fantasy island with Nyck. You’ll see them once you get in.”

And you certainly do. The fantasy island splits the garage in two smaller ones for the two drivers of Mercedes, you get next to Toto and you don’t say a word. You look around you trying to take everything in, how the garage looks, how everyone is focused on what they’re doing and Toto next to you trying to manage everything that’s happening. He’s too far in to realize that you’re next to him and he nearly jumps as you touch his arm. 

“Sorry” you say quietly behind your mask. 

“It’s okay, I never realized that you came.”

“Well, I couldn’t turn down the proposal, plus I am supposed to be your assistant so I have to be with you.”

“I am not complaining.” he says and thank god Nyck is too busy chatting with Bradley next to you. Bradley hasn’t asked anything about you, he just keeps looking and staring at you but he’s not saying anything. 

For the next half an hour you see Lewis and George doing their laps, coming and leaving the garage during the session but during all this time you realize that you haven’t looked at the RedBull’s performances. The Mercedes garage felt like home for some reason. You weren’t doing nothing, you were just standing with your headphones on hearing comments about the car that you swear to yourself that you will never reveal to your team. Next to you Toto sits and watches the whole team working like a well oiled machine that he engineered. You are sure that he feels proud of himself, he has that grin on his face that makes you think so. You don’t know him really well but you have learned to pick some of those signs from the times that you’ve seen him around or that you’ve hung out with him. Again all of your thoughts are interrupted by a vibration from your pocket where your phone is. Goddamn it.  Another calendar reminder but this time it is from Toto’s calendar that you’ve managed to sync to your iPhone earlier. 

Meeting: Team Principals, FIA and F1. (1 assistant is allowed to attend) 

You widen your eyes at the notification and you tap Toto’s shoulder who is watching the timings and the data in front of him. He turns to look at you and removes the headphone from your side. You do the same but you realize Nyck is looking at you. 

“Sir, I just got a notification about your meeting with the F1 and FIA execs.” 

“It is half an hour after the session ends right?” 

“Yes but am I required to attend?” you ask

“Miss Roosevelt I believe that you were asked to be here as my assistant so since the meeting allows assistants it is your duty to be there.”

“Okay Mr. Wolff” you say and put your headphones back on to watch the rest of the session. 

“If you feel uncomfortable just excuse yourself and leave.” he turns and tells you and you nod. 

After the session in which your cars -yes, Mercedes cars- finish 1 and 3 you leave the garage and go back to the hospitality while waiting for Toto to finish his press duties.

Wolff 

I am done with my interviews, meet you outside our hospitality in 5?

You

Yes, I will be there. 

You leave and find him at the spot he told you to. You walk side by side to the race control building where the meeting is supposed to take place, him towering over you and you feeling miniscule beside him. When you are just outside Alpha Tauri’s garage you see your dad discussing with Franz and you roll your eyes praying that they will just let you go by. You get temporarily relieved when you are already past them but of course Christian has to talk to you. The man is trouble without trying. You hear him yelling “Hey Toto” from your back and you turn to face him. Toto frowns a bit but his expressions are mostly covered by his sunglasses. 

“Are you heading to the meeting?” Christian asks

“We are, yes.” Toto replies as you keep walking, Christian catching up with you. You take a sharp breath trying to persuade yourself that he won’t understand who you are. You’ve got your face covered after all. 

“I’ll join you.” Christian announces not even asking Toto who is clearly getting angrier. “I don’t believe we’ve met before” he says and turns to you.

You freeze but you regain your strength and reply to him “No, we actually haven't.” 

“I am Christian Horner, team principal of Red Bull Racing.” 

“Mindy Roosevelt, nice to meet you.” you say in your best American accent hoping that you won’t get recognized. 

“And you work for Mercedes I see. Let me guess’ Public Relations?”

“No, I am here to assist Mr. Wolff for a couple of races, it is something like an internship from the American branch of Daimler.” 

“I figured from the accent that you might be American.” Christian replies “Are you planning on staying at Daimler or leaving to get a job at motorsport?” 

“I don’t know yet I’ll see where it gets me.” you answer

“If you plan on staying here please text me your details, I got a very interesting assistant position for you.” 

“You had your daughter as your assistant from the beginning of the season, what happened to her?” you ask, trying to understand what he’s doing but you hear his phone ringing. 

“It’s complicated with her, I need something stable, and I know Wolff always gets the best of the best so I might have to get a taste.” he replies as Toto, who was silent before, scoffs in the background. Christian checks his phone and excuses himself as he runs back to the Alpha Tauri hospitality center. 

You let out a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding as you are walking to the meeting. 

“Red Bull will be trying to have technical directives for the next few races to try and stop us.” Toto says. 

“I know, I built that case and all the arguments. I know exactly what to say to convince the FIA in favor of Red Bull.” you reply “Can I talk during the meeting?” you ask

“What do you mean talk?”

“Like defending our team’s points, why technical directives shouldn’t be changed, and counterarguments.” 

“No, your role is the one of the assistant, not the meeting participant. You will only be allowed there to keep notes.” 

“I can write my points to you and you can read them and elaborate more, can’t I?” 

“Yes, you can write notes for me to read.”

“Nice, let’s get no regulation change for today.” 

“Isn’t this bad for Red Bull?”Toto asks

“Right now I am working for Mercedes, and Mercedes is only treating me right.” you answer

Toto raises his eyebrows “I am both flattered and surprised by the fact that you want to favor us.”

“You know what Toto? I am tired of thinking how Christian and Helmut will be using my case to present in this meeting. I worked hard for this and I was supposed to present my point. This meeting was supposed to be my first one.”

“Didn’t you go when you were younger?” 

“No, I didn’t Christian always had his assistant with him and never managed to get me in even when I started working part-time for him. It is frustrating to see how your own father looks to replace you at a job. And now the team that I accidentally got in, even has the ability to read my notes and present a solid case.”

Toto doesn’t say anything, he just looks at you, his body language revealing that he is scared to say anything to you. 

“Am I really that bad?” you ask 

“No. Don’t you ever say that again. You were great, you got a deal with some investors, you helped run a team and you are doing a good job at even being an assistant in the team you probably hated the most.”

10 minutes later you are already sitting at a long table. Toto is sitting on your left. You take your new iPad and a Mercedes notepad with a matching pen and rest it on the conference table in front of you as team principals and other officials are taking their seats to start the meetings. Once everyone is gathered there Stefano starts the meeting with all the formalities needed the conversation starts and after a while you start discussing the burning issue. You open your updated document that you had created this morning with all the arguments and the possible answers that could be said from Mercedes’ side, those ones you hadn’t given to your father. This was only to help your presentation to get the regulations changed but now you are using it for the opposite reason. Christian finishes presenting all the planned points and it’s time for Toto to express his opinion. You managed to write a couple of things on paper and showed him some of the points that he needs to discuss. The man has done this countless times you’re sure but he’s totally letting you handle this. 

“Okay, this is an answer to Christian’s concerns about how the regulations right now are not in the right direction. I do not have an exact answer to each and every point of Christian’s speech but I will be trying to get most of them.” he says and glances at the paper in front of him “I’ll start by Christian’s point that the issue affects multiple teams, when in fact it’s not even the majority of the grid that faces the issue that you are aiming to get changed. I can’t see the reason for the regulation change, clearly it’s not that dangerous to drivers health according to doctors and also it would be a huge waste of our resources to just redesign certain aspects of the car when we have the budget cap this year. That’s how I see it.” Toto finishes his monologue and all the eyes are on him. 

“Clearly there will be a vote for this.” Stefano says 

“Thank you for the notes.” Toto says turning to you and you nod back

Later on the vote takes place and the results are the ones that you expected. That means increased performance from Mercedes and Red Bull chasing them right behind. In other circumstances you would be fuming but now you are happy Mercedes got the chance to stop the regulation changes with your help. The meeting ends and you lobby around for a little longer but afterwards you are back to the paddock walking to the garage for the second practice session. Toto walks by your side and you feel he wants to ask you about what happened there but before he can you inform him you will need some time in your office and you leave him behind. 

You get back to your office and you text your friend Sara who lives in Monaco

You

Are you in Monaco?

Sara

Of course I am in Monaco.

The question is where are you?

You 

Issues with dad, he won’t let me enter the paddock because I was late in a business meeting and now he removed me from the team

Still in Jeddah though

Listen, I need a favor from you and your magic contacts in Monaco

Sara

I don’t wish to know more about the dad-daughter drama

But I am here to help you with whatever you want

You

I need a place to stay in Monaco

Sara

You can crash on mine or I’ll book you a hotel

You 

I am thinking more of an apartment tbh

Sara

How long do you plan on staying here?

You 

Permanently?

Sara 

OMG, you’ll become a fellow Monegasque?

I will be in contact with my estate agent

You

Yes, I am planning to finally start living in Monaco. I don’t even know if Christian will take me back to the team to be honest but even if he does I can still live in Oxfordshire or in my apartment in London.

Sara

How fast do you need it?

You 

As soon as possible please 

You lock your phone as you take a deep breath to realize the decision that you just took. Moving to Monaco has always been your dream, since you have been to the Grand Prix there you fell in love with the place and you have spent quite some time in Sara’s house during the summer when you were younger. But now you want to do this alone, you want to feel independent in the country that you loved so much. You immediately think of contacting your father. You decide email is the best option. If he wants to be a bitch so will you

Hello father, 

I am sending this email to inform you about my decisions. I will be moving to Monaco in the next couple of weeks, on my own. I believe I will be able to make my own living with the money I currently have. I am requesting my last paycheck from the team since I have been fired and I am not aware of your intentions to hire me back or not. I wish that my personal space in our estate in Oxfordshire remains unchanged in case I am able to return to my obligations to the team, and I inform you that the apartment in London will still be mine. I am still in Saudi Arabia arranging my flight to Monaco. I will be quite busy during the next few weeks so I will not be able to contact you. Should you decide that I am able to come back to the team please inform me. 

Wishing you the best. 

And send. 

You go back to the garage 20 minutes in the session and you spot Toto sitting alone at the top of the fantasy island wearing a pair of headphones while another one is resting  on the desk in front of him. You go to his right and check the timings. Currently Mercedes 1-2. He looks at you and removes the headset so he can listen. He hands you the spare headset.

“Isn’t this Nyck’s?” you ask

“No this is yours, Nyck is not joining us at this session.”

“Thank you” you say and you wear the headphones 

During the rest of the session Toto shows you all the graphs about the car performance as well as all the communications systems in the team. You are convinced that he is not supposed to do that, it’s knowledge that an assistant could live without knowing and wouldn’t affect their job but still he seems so invested in letting you understand how the team works. This experience is not about gathering information for Red Bull, you think. It’s more about how a team should be and how correct management is done. Something that you feel is missing from Red Bull. The session finishes and Lewis and George are back to the garage with another top 3 finish for the team. 

As soon as your day ends you drive your Aston Martin back to the Red Bull hotel, pack your baggage, check out and drive to the airport where you are supposed to leave the car. When you manage to do so you go to the car rental area of the airport and visit the kiosk of the company Toto texted you about and get the keys to a brand new Mercedes AMG. Shortly after that you get dressed with your Mercedes gear once again and drive to the Ritz-Carlton to check into your new room. 

Turns out Toto has not only arranged a room for you but it’s also a huge fucking suite that you’re sure most Mercedes employees wouldn’t even consider having. You take a look at the suite and you open the closet door to find it full of Mercedes team shirts, hilfiger pants and the usual Mercedes designed puma shoes. You snap a picture of the closet and you decide to document those weeks of alternate reality that you are currently living in.

When the anxiety of the weirdest day you’ve lived wears off you check your phone for your newest messages

Sara

Gerard just reached out to me.

He has a wonderful loft 2,5 km from the Quartier Du Port.

Generally peaceful location

Sea views as well

Let me know if you want to see it.

You 

If you can go there and get some pictures please do. Thank you <3

After that long day you realize that you didn’t get the chance to have a proper meal so you decide to order room service to finally eat something. You think of how pathetic it would look if you eat alone in this huge suite and before you can even cope with that thought you reach for your phone and call Toto. He picks up after 2 rings

“Hello” he says

“Hi, how’s everything?”

“Good, I am getting ready to go downstairs to the restaurant to have dinner, how are you?” “Oh same I was thinking of getting some room service for dinner since I can’t actually go to the restaurant to eat, but the suite is big enough to not feel restricted in one room. Thanks for that by the way.”

“I am sure you’ve only lived in suites for the whole year now so I thought why not. Don’t let the rest of the team know that though.” he says and you hear his laugh on the phone. You stay quiet and he does the same but when you actually decide to say something he speaks again “Maybe we can have dinner together now” he says.

“That’s why I called you in the first place” you admit, but you think you definitely sound a bit in despair. “I can’t order food for two people though it might seem weird.”

“You can come over to my suite, I’ll make sure that it will look as if I am having a meeting with either James or Shov.” he suggests

“Is it okay?” you ask again

“Definitely, I will be ready in 10, suite 264. See you.” he says and terminates the call.

You take a look at the closet trying to decide what to wear. You choose a graphic t-shirt and your most comfortable pants paired with your white sneakers, the only flat pair of shoes that you carried with you. You take a look at the mirror, readjust your hair, put on a nude lipstick and after 10 minutes you are finally ready to leave. You put on your mask because your goal for today isn’t getting caught from walking in some hotel corridor and you navigate your way to suite 264, you knock on the door and Toto is right there letting you in. He’s wearing a pair of black sweats and a gray T-shirt but he is barefoot. 

“Hey” you say and you walk in the suite looking around. It does look like your suite when it comes to furniture but the rooms are a little more private. There’s a desk that has turned out to be more like Toto’s office for the weekend. You sit on the couch while he closes the door behind you and walks in the living room. You take your mask off and sit there looking at the ceiling. Toto stands in front of you with a menu card in hand.

“I was thinking, maybe pasta?” he tells you

“That’s what I planned to order today.” you laugh as Toto reaches for the phone on the table next to the couch and orders 2 plates of pasta ai funghi with two glasses of red wine. 

“They’ll be here in 30 minutes” he tells you

“Great” you reply and stand up. You look at the place around you, stand up and walk to the desk. You sit on the only chair there and you put on his round glasses and put on your serious face as you move your fingers on the mousepad of his mac which -to your surprise- is unlocked so you are able to navigate in his computer. You open up his email but still he doesn’t react even though you are looking at you closely and you start typing and reading out loud. 

“Hey Michael, I am just sending you an email.” you say and you keep being serious while you hear Toto bursting in laughter at the couch.

“Lewis is the best of all time, he did nothing wrong, everything is red bull's fault.” you say again and he keeps looking at you. 

You keep joking, acting like you are typing a new email “Hey FIA, it’s Toto, please let us use the das. It's a great innovation and we are so smart to think about it. We are not illegal, or at least that’s what James Allison and Shov said. It’s not our fault that we are both smart and sexy. Thank you in advance.” 

“That’s not what I said” he laughs

“I’ll need proof for that.” you say “Would I make a good Toto Wolff?” 

“The best. I’ll be sure to leave you in my position once I retire.” 

“What will Daimler say for that though?” 

“You are doing your training so why would they have an issue?” he replies and you laugh. 

“Isn’t this suite a bit too big just for you?” you ask

“You have the same one but yeah it is a bit big.”

“Mine isn’t as big.” you say “Most times I feel lonely in those suites. Mine don’t have kitchens though.” 

“You cook? Too bad we have ordered already.” 

“Maybe another time.” you say and you hear the door knocking. 

“Quite fast.” Toto says and he stands up to open the door. 

You walk around the suite once again and enter his bedroom and look at the open closet which is once again full of Mercedes button ons so you grab one and put it on. You hear Toto talking and you go back to the living room but he’s still talking to the person outside the door. 

“I am kinda busy here Cynthia. I am sorry.” you hear him say

“Please Toto.” a female voice replies “Is there someone else? Is that why you ordered two plates, two glasses of wine?” she asks

“Cynthia I am in the middle of a very important business meeting, it’s about tomorrow’s qualifying and James is waiting inside to eat so that we can continue our meeting. Thank you for the service.” 

“Will you call me when you are done?” 

“I will be asleep when we are done.Thank you” he says and closes the door. 

You stand there in his living room wearing his button up feeling stupid for believing this thing could go anywhere further. 

“I should get going.” you say 

“Now that the food is here?” he asks but you don’t reply, “Is this shirt mine? Are you going to take this one too?”

“I will get back to my suite and you can call Cynthia, or whatever her name is, and tell her that James is gone and that you are okay for her to come back and do whatever you two do together.” 

“Wait, are you jealous? Of Cynthia?” 

“I am not jealous, just not in the position to get involved with someone who’s fucking around with the girl who brought him room service 3 times.” 

“I am not involved with her.” he says

“Well she seemed awfully too comfortable to be just a stranger Toto.” 

“What do you want to hear?” he asks

“That you’ve fucked her?” you tell him

“We slept together once last year.” 

“That’s all I needed to hear. Goodbye Toto.” you say as you walk towards the door, his shirt still hanging on your shoulders but before you can leave he manages to grab your hand 

“I only saw her once this year and I just said hi. We hadn’t spoken since last year but as soon as I arrived she didn't stop appearing in my way. She had reached out several times since we left last year but I never got back to her.” 

“So she’s nothing to you?” 

“She was just a fling.” he replies and you turn around to sit on the dining table. 

“Fine” you say, irritation apparent in your voice “Am I just a fling?” you ask yourself in your head so you decide to ask the same to Toto who is holding the pasta plates leaving one in front of you and one opposite to you  on the table. He doesn’t answer, instead he does the same with the two glasses of wine. His silence makes you feel like his answer is not the one that you want to hear but as he leaves the glasses on the table he doesn’t sit down, he stays there towering over you and looking at you. 

“If it was just a fling I wouldn’t risk destroying my team for it. Also I wouldn’t have done anything that I’ve done for you in any case.” he replies. “Technically you can’t even call it a fling because we only made out two or three times and we were drunk.” he says and just stays still “And still there are two glasses of wine that I ordered on that table. I am never going to learn, am I ?” he laughs

“Sorry ?” you ask but he leans in, reaches for your face and kisses you catching you off guard. You stay still in your chair as he sits opposite to you not saying anything

“The wine is red” he says then

“I can see that.” you reply

“They say that red wine can get you drunk easier.” 

You try to understand where he’s going with this

“And?”

“We haven’t drunk any of it yet so we are sober”

“Why are you explaining this to me like I’ve never drunk before?”

“This is the most sober that I will be tonight and you said that I didn’t have the guts to make a move without being drunk.” he says

“You won’t get drunk with a glass of wine Toto.”

“I know I won’t but still I didn’t want you to blame this on a single drop of alcohol.” he replies and you smile and you start eating. No one talks during dinner but you are laughing at each other when you’re struggling with eating the pasta without actually making a mess. It feels natural to just sit there and eat with his company, like you are finally where you are supposed to be. For this moment you forget everything else and you focus on what you are currently living. After some time you both finish your food and you see Toto standing up. 

“We should finish our wine on the couch.” he says, taking his glass and you copy his moves. He sits on the couch and you do the same but you don’t sit close to him. You rest your back on the couch arm and lay there putting your feet on his lap. He turns and looks at you but he doesn’t say anything. He rests one hand on your feet and he grabs his phone with the other one unlocking it and looking at his mails. 

“Do you want to work?” you ask

“It’s Friday night so no.” he replies

“Then close your phone”

“What can we do instead?” 

“Talk like normal people?” you tell him

“About?” he asks

“I am thinking of moving to Monaco” 

“That’s a bold choice, have you thought about it enough?” he asks

“I have and I think it’s the best thing I can do to be honest, I have some of my friends there and I really want to leave home, I really can’t deal with Christian while he keeps treating me like this.” 

“That’s good.” he replies “What about going to the factory ?” 

“How are you doing it? You live in Monaco and you also have to go to England at the factory.” 

“It’s really tiring to be honest, you need to have a place to stay close to the factory “

“I have my apartment in London available.” you tell him

“London to Milton Keynes isn’t that easy to do on a daily basis.” 

“Anyways, going to the factory isn’t my main priority right now, I am not even on the team.” 

“You are on Mercedes.” he says

“Is this an invitation to Brackley?” you laugh

“You swore it was just for a few races, not that you will be staying permanently” 

“It was my masterplan to get hired by Mercedes.” 

“We don’t want you with us.” he jokes

“Why?” you ask 

“You are distracting the team Ms. Horner.” 

“How am I even distracting the team?” you say whining “People don’t even know who I am except from you.”

“You answered for me.” he tells you “And now I have to deal with you walking around Monaco.” 

“Oh sorry, I’ll cancel my plans then.”

“Oh no, Monaco needs a twist.” he says and you look at him but say nothing. He doesn’t attempt to start a new conversation, he just readjusts on the couch, grabs the remote and opens the TV. He navigates through Netflix’s homepage and you eventually make him watch a movie which he tried to convince you not to watch. Again, none of you speaks during the movie. Halfway through, you realize you’re far too invested in the movie and turn to look at Toto who is fast asleep on that same couch. You decide that there’s no point in staying longer in his suite and you remove your legs from his lap as smoothly as you can, you grab your phone and your shoes which you had earlier taken off and head to the door tiptoeing. 

“Stay here tonight.” you hear his raspy voice which takes you by surprise and you almost scream

“It’s better that I leave, you are tired and need some sleep.” you reply

“There’s a spare bed if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

“And there’s an empty suite down the hallway.”

“Come on, aren't you bored to leave when you can just sleep here?” he tells you and well, he’s kinda right. Plus it’s not like you don’t want to spend some more time with him and it would definitely be questionable if someone saw you leaving his suite at midnight. You don’t go back to the couch but you leave your shoes down while Toto eyes every single move you make. 

“It’s quali day tomorrow, we need to sleep. Come on.”  you tell him and you walk to his room. Seconds later he follows you and enters the room. 

“I’m taking the left side.” you say and he smiles at you with a sleepy face. 

“You’re sure you don’t want to sleep in the other room?” he asks

“It’s not like it will make any difference. Except if you have a problem.”

“No, definitely not.” he replies and both of you lay on the bed, facing each other. 

“I’ll wake up earlier to go to the gym, then we can get ready and hit the track. We’ll have breakfast there.” he says and you nod. He seems very calm, eyelids heavy with sleep so you decide to lean and kiss him goodnight. As you come closer to him you can now feel his scent and warmth and you put your lips on his. The kiss is slow and sweet, somehow different from the rest that the two of you had shared up to this moment. 

“Goodnight Wolff.” you say

“Goodnight Horner.” he replies and both of you drift to sleep. 

The next day you wake up without an alarm and you find the bed next to you empty. You hear water running and figure out that Toto must be taking his post gym shower. You keep laying there and grab your phone to go through new updates and messages. Not a lot of time passes until he emerges from the bathroom wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist and he holds another one trying to dry the water off his hair. You admire the sight for a while and you say “Good Morning”. He looks at you and replies

 “Good Morning Horner. Slept well?” 

“Very much thank you” you say “How about you?”

“Slept really well, and I started my day with a good session at the gym with George and Lewis.”

“Oh that must have been interesting. I would have loved to join you three.”

“It would be funny to see their reactions.” he replies as he dries his hair on a smaller white towel while he’s looking at the nightstand on your right where his things rest . He tosses the towel he was holding on a white chair in the room and he approaches you. He climbs on the bed and puts one hand on the headrest while his other hand is stretching to reach the IWC watch on the nightstand. His already toned muscles are a little more observable now that he’s lingering above you. You draw a sharp breath at the sight trying to contain your thoughts and your self but you still look up and stare at him while he makes sure that he gets the watch. When he actually does, he looks down at you and he catches you staring. 

“What?” he asks, staying still in the same position and you don’t answer but instead you scoff. You take a quick glance on his body and you let your instincts take over. You grab him from his neck and pull him down for a kiss. He immediately reacts by holding your face with his now free hand and he pulls you closer as he deepens the kiss and bites your lip. You melt into the kiss still laying down as you feel your heart racing faster than any racing car you’ve ever seen. Your breath gets quicker as you get the sheets out of your way trying to feel his skin on yours. Toto mutters “Fuck” in between your kisses making you a little crazier. He breaks the kiss and walks to the end of the bed, he grabs your legs and starts leaving trails of  kisses all the way up from your calf to your upper thigh until he stops and looks at you, eyes full of lust. He lingers above you for a second or two and he looks at you intensely trying to make sure that he has your consent for his following actions. Once you understand what this is about you nod while you're trying to regulate your breath. 

"Stay still for me baby" he requests and you try to follow his order by just laying there as he dives his head between your thighs. Your breathing gets faster and deeper as he works his way down on you making you feel like you’ve never felt before. You sense his smile while his tongue makes circles down on you. It’s more sensual than you’ve imagined it to be. And god the man definitely knows what he’s doing. He keeps going on for a while with the same dedication as he started and you feel getting closer and closer to your absolute limits. You look down on him as he now uses his hands on you, and you see him staring back. “You look so good baby” he says and all you can manage to say is his name followed by a moan. “Toto I’m so close. Fuck” you say out of breath and he dives in once again as if he heard the magic phrase. He works his magic and shortly after you probably have the best orgasm you’ve ever had. Then he stands up, his hardness still apparent. You manage to regain your strength and crawl at the end of the bed. “Time to take care of you love.” you tell him and he looks at you with a sparkle in his eye. You reach for his neck and pull him in for a long kiss as you move your hand down his torso and on his crotch. You feel him, how hard he is, and you’re secretly taking pride in your effect on him. You start touching him, trying to make him feel good in your hands. His breathing gets faster as you continue and you can sense him coming closer and closer. You want to give him your best so you slowly lean down but he stops you. “Let me feel you?” he asks, almost sounding tortured. You feel a burning desire in you. You’ve imagined this for some time. You cannot say no, not now. Instead you say “Yes please” and get on his lap. You kiss him, while you’re repeating in your head “i am actually fucking Toto Wolff”. You give him one or two strokes getting ready for him but instead of following he looks around, probably for protection. “I am on birth control” you tell him and he turns his attention back to you. You place yourself in the right position as you feel him pressuring your entrance. Once he’s in you start riding him until  you feel yourself getting out of breath. All this time muttering his name like a mantra and he is just repeating something in the lines of “God you feel so good.”, both of you feeling like you’re in another world. As soon as he gets that you are tired he lifts you up and lays you down on the bed. Now he is on top and he’s thrusting in and out in a rhythmic and satisfying way. He looks you in the eye. It’s not awkward. Not even close. You both seem to enjoy it quite a lot. It’s not after a long time that both of you finish at the same time, in an almost poetic way. 

Now both of you lay naked on Toto’s queen sized bed. No one is talking. You just lay on his torso while his hand is round your shoulders. At some point you decide to break the silence

“That was a decent start to the day.” you say and Toto looks down on you 

“Beats the early gym session to be honest.” he says

“I would be angry if you preferred going to the gym with Lewis and George to having sex with me” 

“If it wasn’t for the gym you wouldn’t be here now”

“You think it was the ‘semi naked with a towel’ appearance that made me want to sleep with you?” you laugh “I would give it to you any time of the day, even if you were wearing a garbage bag Wolff.” 

“Nice to hear that you are unreasonably horny.” 

“It’s not without a reason though. I think you’ve figured out that I do not consider you a bad looking man.” 

“I have yes.” 

“All I had to do is to just find the courage to just throw myself at you.” you laugh 

“And you kind of had to be drunk to do so?” he asks

“Yes”

“Isn’t it ironic though?” he says “That we actually slept together during the moment of our biggest clarity and sobriety?”

“What is it with the philosophical questions Toto? I just wanted to have sex with you for a long time and I did.”

“Long time I hear?” 

“Yes, are you surprised?” you ask

“No, just glad that I am not the only one. Was it good at least?” 

“God Toto, you’re asking the cringiest questions.” you say “Yes, god, it was perfect.”  you answer and you hear Toto laugh. 

“Now as much as I want to stay here and repeat this through the day, we have to go to the track” he says

“Ah yes, I am dying to get some breakfast as well.” you say and Toto laughs 

“I’ve already had mine” he says with a smirk and as soon as you get what he’s talking about you grab your pillow and start hitting him playfully. 

“Come on, let’s get ready.” 

A hour or so later, you find yourself parking a shiny black Mercedes at the track's parking area while being already disguised as your alter ego, full on Mercedes’ gear.  Today you are wearing Toto’s shirt, which is a little oversized but you manage to style it in a great way. You grab your bag, draw a sharp breath and open the door. You walk to the paddock and scan your pass as you go totally unnoticed by people around you. To them you look like a regular Mercedes employee that they have no reason to care about. Little do they know that this is actually you. To be honest you kind of love the calmness of it, how no one is chasing you for a photo or a statement on a recent drama or event of the F1 world. You just walk unbothered. You get so caught up in that thought that you don’t actually notice how fast you got to the motorhome. You get in and put on your show, greeting the majority of your colleagues that also seem ignorant to your presence there. You go to the buffet area and grab a tray for your breakfast which you eventually bring to the small office that Toto managed to provide you. Once you settle in,  you sit down to eat but you take a photo of the breakfast as a part of documenting that crazy weekend. You also decide to send the photo to Toto. 

You 

[photo]

Grabbed breakfast and brought it to the office. Drop by if you don’t have anything better to do. 

Wolff

Just walked in. I’ll grab my coffee and be there in 5. 

You 

Cool.

Five minutes later you hear a knock on the door followed by “Miss Roosevelt it’s Wolff here.” 

“Coming.” you say and unlock the door for him to come in. 

“Hey” you say

“Hello” he answers and looks at the full tray “You got quite a lot of food there.” 

“Yeah, that start to the day just opened my appetite.” 

“That’s good to hear” 

“So, what am I supposed to do today?” 

“Well, practice starts in 45 minutes and then we have qualifying.” 

“I am aware of the program, thank you.” 

“You won’t let me finish my thought will you?” he says

“Sorry” you tell him and look at him 

“I am thinking, maybe you can join me and Nyck in the garage for practice.” he pauses to think “And then you can take a look at the data before qualifying.” 

“No I cannot do that” you say 

“Why not? I know you can read data, you have the basic skills and knowledge to judge a performance run.” 

“I don’t want to be involved with your data. It’s confidential.” you reply.  It is actually crazy that Toto is okay with the idea of you handling the team’s data, as if you are not his number one opponent. 

“I know it is. But I trust you, plus there’s an NDA that you’ve already signed. And the fact that you deny reading the data makes me want to give you access to them more than before. Because I know how serious you are about not leaking stuff.” 

“Okay I will take a look, but only for a short time.” you tell him 

“Oh and then I want you to do a tour to a group of visitors that will be coming to the garage.” 

“Aren’t there people responsible for this?” you ask, reminiscing the fact that in Red Bull you have people who are responsible for the hospitality packages. 

“There are but they are shitting their pants because Christiano is dropping by later.”

“Who is Christiano?” you ask, slightly confused

“Ronaldo” he replies

“He’s coming to the race?” 

“Yes. He’s actually coming both today and tomorrow and the team is invested in doing everything perfect for him.” he says and you are still staring at him with your mouth open “We are a bit short staffed in that team so an extra help would be amazing.” 

“Good. I’ll do that too.” 

“Great, thanks love” he says and you freeze at the name but before it gets too awkward the door knocks. 

“Toto, this is James, do you have some time to review the quali strategy?” you hear through the door

“Yes, I will be there in a sec.” he replies “Gotta go now, i’ll see you in 45 right?” 

“Right” you tell him and he is out of the office. I

You spend the next 30 minutes scrolling through twitter and eating the breakfast that you got earlier as well as taking a look at Toto’s schedule for the day. Later on you leave the office, mask on once again, and make your way to the garage and to the top of the fantasy island where Toto and Nyck are waiting for the session to start. Both cars are in the garage waiting for a sign to leave once the lights at the end of the pitlane turn green and at the same time all the mechanics are making the final touches on the set ups. You greet everyone sitting on the fantasy island and put on the spare headphones as you did the day before. The session is done as usual, the drivers  going in and out of the garage to change setups on the car to find an optimal one for the qualifying. Performance runs are also on the programme but only during the last fifteen minutes of the session. Everything concerning telemetry is being sent directly into Toto’s computer on top of the fantasy island as soon as each lap ends so that he can see how they are done and areas where they can be corrected. The session ends quicker than it usually does when you are at Red Bull because suddenly all the chit chat becomes interesting and not as boring as it is with Christian. 

“P1 and P2 huh?” you ask him. Nyck is already out of the garage, something about having to talk to some foreign media made Toto let him leave before the small pre qualifying debrief.  

“It isn’t bad is it?” he asks back.

“It is not for us” you tell him “ It is for the rest of the grid though. I bet Christian is fuming right now.” 

“It is not bad for them. If we are in front they will have to innovate more to reach us. It motivates them.” 

“I bet they are not seeing it this way though.” 

“Is Christian really fuming if we finish in front in practice?” 

“Yeah, he’s not a fan of coming second in any session of this sport.”

“Too bad for him.” he says and you laugh. At this moment your phone rings with a notification from the calendar app reminding you of an interview Toto has to attend. 

“Oh, I am seeing now that you should be outside the media pen for an interview.” you tell him

“I am very much aware, thank you.” 

“Well, why are you not there now?” 

“I prefer to hang out with my beautiful assistant instead.” he compliments you

“Oh my god, shut up” you laugh and he does the same “Come on, interview, now!” you say as you tug him and try to push him to the corridor that leads to the paddock playfully. 

“That’s unfair. I am the boss. You are not in the position to prohibit me from doing anything.” he laughs as he walks reluctantly to the paddock. 

“Well, it seems like I am in charge of what you are doing so technically I am allowed to tell you what to do.” you tell him “I will be enjoying a cold cup of coffee in the meantime.” 

“Once again, that’s unfair Horner.” he says the second part whispering so that people are not able to hear. “Also, you have work to do. The telemetry data is already in your email inbox waiting to be read and commented on, so if I were you I would actually save the coffee for later.” he says and you look at him flabbergasted. “Oh and as soon as you are done with that you have the little tour to do in an hour and a half. Take care Ms. Roosevelt.” 

Before you are able to form a sentence he is already gone, more like running to the media pen. You on the other side, walk back to your office, open your new iPad and take a look at the data. The lap times look good, still slower than the lap time that you calculated the pole position would be on, but they look good. In the data you can see clearly that the engine mode is in a much less aggressive setup that you are sure will change during qualifying. You add some comments using your iPencil concerning parts of where you think the drivers can gain time, as well as some questions for the strategists and the mechanics. When you are done, you forward your notes to Toto’s email and check the clock to see that it has actually been 1:30 hours and that it is actually the time to go meet the people you will be giving your tour to.

You find them all standing on a circle by the garage entrance at the paddock, discussing, taking pictures and being excited. There are 5 of them, 3 guys and 2 girls, all of them close to your age. You approach them and greet them. One of the girls looks gorgeous. The boys aren’t bad either. 

“Hello everyone.” you say “You must be waiting for a paddock tour right?” 

“Yeah” one of the boys says and the rest of them nod. 

“Okay!” you say in an excited tone, trying to engage with them. “I am Mindy. I will learn your names during the tour I suppose.”

“Nice to meet you” says one of the girls “Likewise” you answer “So, should we start? Are you all excited?”

“Very.” one of the boys says.

 The tour starts and you take all of them for a walk in the paddock to see all the motorhomes and where you actually work and you are actually describing all the details about what you are showing to them. You take them by the media pen, where you spot Toto giving another interview for pre qualifying. All of the guys and the girls get very excited and try to snap a picture even from far away. Then you take them by the garage but just before you manage to get in, you receive a new notification on your watch

Wolff

Just finished the interviews at the media pen and managed to see your notes and questions on the telemetry data. I forwarded them to James and he immediately got back to me asking who made all those brilliant notes and questions. I guess you are wasting yourself with management, you should become a mechanic instead. 

Oh I also caught a glance of you and the guys during the tour. I hope that you are doing alright. We don’t want to make Ritz’s employees sad, we still have a few days left before we check out. 

You read the message and realize that the people that you’ve been interacting with are people working at your hotel. So you decide to stop the tour and actually get to know them. 

“You know what? Let’s introduce ourselves before going into the garage.” you tell them and walk back to a bench located at the paddock. 

“So as I told you before I am Mindy Roosevelt, I am currently working at Mercedes AMG Petronas F1 but my position is totally different to what I am doing right now. I am actually working as an assistant to upper management, but the hospitality team has a very special guest for this weekend and they were busy enough so you are left with me.” you say  “Go ahead, introduce yourselves.” 

One of the guys starts talking “I am Ahmad Hussain and like everyone here, I am working at the Ritz-Carlton in Jeddah. I am working as a cook in the hotel kitchen so everything that you’ve tasted in the past few days might have had to do something with me.” 

“I loved everything that I’ve tried, thank you Ahmad.” you tell him

“I am Benjy Ayad, I am half american half saudi arabian and I am currently working at the Ritz-Carlton as an economics advisor.” he says

“Mohammad Dawoud, and I am working at the Ritz-Carlton in room service.”

“Oh, I will be requesting for you Mohammad.” you laugh and he takes a bow showing his honor. 

“I am also working as room service at the Ritz.” you hear one of the girls saying. This time it’s the pretty one

“That’s nice. What is your name?”

“I am Cynthia Jones.” she says and you freeze as you realize that the girl standing in front of you has slept with the man you slept with this morning. Jealousy as well as curiosity are your main feelings so you ask for more information. 

“Sounds very non-Saudi Arabian. Where are you from Cynthia?” you ask

“I am from the UK actually. I was born and raised there, my parents are British but all of a sudden I ended up here. I was looking for a position in management in some big companies here in Saudi Arabia and I got this job as a part time until I figured things out but I ended up staying for two years.” 

“That’s crazy. And why management? Do you have a degree?” 

“Yes, I actually do. I got my degree in Switzerland and I tried pursuing it but right now I haven’t found anything that I like.” 

You nod in agreement, trying to register all the information that you’ve learned from her directly. Toto was secretive about their relationship so learning even the slightest about her is important. Finally you turn to the last girl left

“Alina Mohammad, I work as a receptionist at the Ritz. Nothing to know exactly. I was born and raised here and I got a degree in touristics so I got the job of my dreams.” 

“You guys seem really happy with what you are all doing. I hope you keep doing what you love.” you say “I mean you all managed to buy a paddock pass that most people wouldn’t dream buying at what? 24?” 

“No actually we didn’t buy a pass, the team invited us to join today’s action.”  says Benjy

“Oh shit, I didn’t know that.” you say 

“Yeah they came in last night and handed us the passes just before our shift ended. We went crazy.” says Cynthia and you look at her. 

“Sorry Cynthia, if I may ask, what time do you finish your shift on average?” 

“I don’t know, maybe like 11pm or something? Yesterday I finished at that time.” she replies. At this point you are now sure, Toto asked her to come there today. There’s no other explanation. As soon as he saw her he wanted her to come back. That’s why he invited her. It wasn’t planned for you to do the interview, but he changed it to make you interact with Cynthia, to actually hurt your feelings. 

“Mindy, is everything okay?” Mohammad asks as you have totally zoned out

“Sorry, I spaced out for a bit. Yes, everything is good. Shall we continue with our garage tour?” you ask and they nod. You go back to the garage trying to explain as many things as you know about the things there. To be honest, your mood isn’t quite the same as it was before you knew who the beautiful blonde by your side was. Luckily, the tour comes to an end 30 minutes later but sadly it is qualifying time so you have to be by Toto’s side by the time the session starts. Cristiano Ronaldo is also there by Toto’s side. You nod and greet him as Toto introduces you and you just get back to work. 

During qualifying you sit there, not talking, just looking at the screen and the timings and occasionally checking your burner twitter account for any comments.  Although you are pissed at the man next to you you definitely don’t want Mercedes to qualify in bad positions so through Q1 and Q2 you are relaxed since it is obvious that both cars will be through to Q3. During Q3 you keep your fingers crossed and mostly during the last runs for pole position you keep praying as you usually do in Red Bull. When the timer runs out Lewis and George are sitting P1 and P2 respectively, locking the front row for tomorrow’s start and as soon as the team figures it out, the whole garage erupts in cheers. Toto reaches Ronaldo for a handshake, celebrating the results.  Your eye catches the guys from earlier cheering and hugging each other, taping with their phones. Toto turns to you and you do a high five with him as he smiles at you. You remain indifferent in his reaction, keeping yourself busy until George and Lewis are back to the parc ferme to congratulate them. Once you are done with that you simply say goodbye to everyone there and leave. 

You go back and grab all your things and without saying a word to anyone you drive back to the hotel. When you are ready to go back to bed, you see a new message

Max Emilian Verstappen

Where are you? I missed you on track these days. 

You

Sadly Christian thought it was a fair deal to throw me out of the team for god knows how long.

Happily for you I will be out of your way for that time so you will relax. 

Also congrats for the P3 today, it was a decent run but the mercs had the pace. 

Max Emilian Verstappen

Oh Christian…

Shut up, I already miss you. Are you in England?

Thank you H.

You

I am in Monaco, at a friend's house. 

You feel kinda terrible for lying to him but there’s not much you can do. 

After you chat with Max for a while, you order some food to eat but then get another message. 

Wolff

Lost you after qualifying and when I asked they told me you had left. That wasn’t a bad result. 

Anyways I am going back to the hotel and I am planning to order something to eat, you can hang around my suite if you want and we can discuss strategies for the race. 

Let me know what you are about to do 

You 

I’m not feeling very good, sorry. 

And tomorrow I will be coming in late, probably an hour or so before the start

Wolff

Okay. Do you need any help? Should I drop by your suite? 

How am I supposed to work without my assistant?

You 

I am not your main assistant Woff, you have a hundred people helping you, me not being there won’t be a huge issue

No, don’t come. 

Just let me fucking be for once okay? 

Later on you see that he read the message and didn’t reply. You take a hot bath and go to sleep for tomorrow. 

You wake up the next day pretty late but just in time considering the fact that you are planning to leave in 2 hours. You order breakfast to avoid having something at the track and start getting ready as you are waiting for room service to arrive. You eat and then leave. 

Since you left the hotel earlier your time of arrival is estimated earlier than you actually planned so you decide to take a drive in Jeddah’s streets to soak in the country. An hour or so before the start you actually arrive at the track. You park your car and walk to the hospitality. Then you lock yourself in your office and just read notes for the race. Later on you hear a knock on the door. 

“It’s Wolff” you hear him say and you open the door even if you don’t want to. You don’t speak. You stay there and look at him. “Are you feeling okay?” he asks 

“I am okay, yes.” you reply “Do you want anything else?” you ask him since he’s standing there just watching, 

“Why are you acting like this?” he asks

“Like what?” 

“Like Christian Horner’s daughter?” 

“Yeah, you should be expecting that since that’s exactly who I am” 

“You haven’t been like this since Bahrain.” he says

“Well if you don’t like it then you should call Cynthia.” you tell him

“Is this what this is all about? Are you jealous?” he asks

“Listen Toto, if you want to discuss this I will discuss it outside this office please.” you tell him

“Okay then, follow me.” he says 

“What? Now?” 

“I want to solve this right now if it’s okay.”

“The race starts in 30 minutes.” you say 

“It will take less than 30 minutes, follow me” he says 

Both you and Toto walk in the motorhome before he manages to open a door at the end of the hallway. You climb off the stairs and you reach a place somewhere in between a wall and a closed section of the motorhome. 

“Speak” he says 

“Bossy much ?” you ask

“Yes, now please tell me how did the whole Cynthia thing reoccur after yesterday morning?” 

“Don’t tell me you don’t know.” you tell him

“I do not have a clue.” he says 

“You don’t have a clue about inviting her here?” 

“Who?” 

“Yesterday you made me do a paddock tour to a group of people.”

“Yes, they were the Ritz employees, I am aware of that”

“So you are aware that Cynthia Jones was proudly here watching F1 and enjoying qualifying with a VIP pass right?” 

“I was not.” he says and honestly he seems like he’s telling the truth. 

“You didn’t see her in the garage?” you ask

“Well, believe it or not I do not see everyone who is in the garage.” 

“You didn’t invite her ?” 

“Nope.” 

“She said that she got her invitation right after her shift ended. And her shift ended after you saw her.”

“I was aware that they were going to be here. Just not the names of who was coming. The hotel management was supposed to do a draw and pick 5 people to join us as a gift. It’s part of our contract.” he replies

“So you didn’t know she was coming?” 

“I am going to say no once again.” he says “You can search my messages if you want to.” he says as he hands you his phone. 

“I trust you.” you tell him and you hand him his phone back 

“After all I am not that big of an asshole to invite an ex fling and then sleep with you the next morning.” 

“Don’t you dare do this again.” 

“Invite people or sleep with you?” 

“Oh Wolff fuck off.” you joke

“With you, gladly.” he replies

“Shhh” you tell him 

“You are not going to shut me up this way.” he says and then looks at you “Also take off this goddamn mask now that no one can see us, I am tired of seeing you with it.” 

You take of your mask and smile at him

“You’re sure that no one can see us here right?” you ask and he nods. 

You lean on him and kiss him, catching him off guard. He returns the kiss as he smiles in it .

“I am sorry, Wolff. I won’t overreact about Cynthia again.”

“It’s alright Horner.” he tells you. 

“The race starts in 15, should we go?” 

“Let’s go.” he says and both of you walk back to the garage and your usual places. 

At the start of the race both Lewis and George start off well, keeping their initial positions with Max lurking just behind George. Standing next to Toto, you have access to everything on his computer so you see lap by lap each and every thing you’ve learned to look for in order to plan a strategy in your head. When things get tough and Max gets behind Lewis in P2 your brain is running as fast as it can. The Mercedes strategists are proposing possible pit stop strategies based on the data that they have. However they don’t know one thing that you do. As an executive at Red Bull you have to be aware of code phrases over the team radio, which to be honest can’t be forgotten in a day. So as you’re seeing in the data Lewis is trying to manage his tires and you hear the message “Okay Max, it seems like we are going for a one stopper here.” , you feel the bells ringing in your head. 

The “It seems like” phrase is a code name for doing exactly the opposite that the phrase says so you are 100% sure that they are going for a two stopper in order to win. Something that Mercedes has done countless times. 

Toto had told you earlier that if you want to intervene you can press the button and speak but he thought that you wouldn’t be crazy enough to actually do it. When you crack the code of the Red Bull strategy you immediately press the button saying strategy and speak. 

“Red Bull is going for a two stopper.” you say and Toto looks at you with his eyes wide open. “In about 5 to 10 laps they are going to be back on the softs to chase us. I would suggest pitting Lewis for a second time, turning the engine up and trying to chase him.” 

“Are you sure?” he asks

“The “It seems like” is the key phrase Toto. Please let Lewis know. ” you tell him

“Okay. Do what she said. I am waiting for your calculations. Get back at me in two minutes.” he says while pressing the strategy button 

“Thank you.” he says. 

Later on it seems like Red Bull is caught off guard by Mercedes’ move and they try saving it as well as they can but they fail. At the end of the race the checkered flag is out and Lewis wins the grand prix in Jeddah. 

“Yes boys, come on. Amazing strategy” says Lewis through the radio as everyone in the garage is celebrating. George finishes P2. 

“Thank you for the amazing drive Lewis.” says Toto 

“Get in there Lewis!” says Bono through the radio. 

Toto turns to you and says thank you while he’s off to congratulate the other team members. After Lewis gives his post race interview to Naomi Schiff, you storm off to the pitlane to watch the podium ceremony. Max is also there and he seems a bit disappointed by his streak of P3’s during the season, but you’re barely worried. Right now you are celebrating about Lewis and George. You take your phone out and snap a picture or two. After the champagne opens and the trophies are given you go back to your office and lock yourself there once again. You’re hearing all the congratulations from people in the hospitality center and you sit on the office couch feeling that happiness and euphoria of winning. You haven’t spoken to anyone since the race ended but you are now just laying there happy. A long time after, you hear a knock on the door. You’re sure it’s Toto since the race debrief and the interviews must have ended by now. You ask who it is though.

“It’s Lewis. Can you please open up?” he says and you freeze, stopping dead in your tracks. You put on your mask and you open the door. 

“Oh my god Lewis hi. Congratulations on your win.” you tell him

“Thank you Mindy. It’s Mindy right?” he asks 

“Yes it is.” you tell him

“And you’re a Daimler intern?” 

“I am yes.” 

“Can you please take off your mask so that I can remember your face?” he asks and at this point you are pretty sure he knows that you’re not who you say you are. 

“I am sorry but I am at great risk, I don’t want to get COVID or anything.” you tell him trying to avoid the situation. 

“Don’t worry, I am wearing masks and I also tested negative this morning, so you can take it off.” 

“Is it okay if I don’t want to?” you tell him

“Yes it is.” he says and he turns to face the door, finally going to leave. “We will be outside celebrating the 1-2 with the team, it will be amazing if you come, even for the picture.” 

“I am not sure I have to be there.” 

“I know you had something to do with that win, this strategy didn’t make itself Horner.” he says and you freeze as you register how he called you. 

“Excuse me?” you tell him 

“Next time that you fight with Toto, don’t do it outside my driver’s room Horner.” he says. “I know what happened between you two, I saw you without your mask and I saw you kissing my Team principal, there’s no denying.”

“Shit. Toto said no one could see us.” 

“I could see you but Toto thought I would be at the grid by then when I clearly wasn’t.” 

“I am sorry. You can’t say this to anyone.” you tell him

“I don’t plan to, I just find it funny that you switched teams.” he says

“Yeah, I had to because my dad’s an asshole.” 

“Okay, now you get what everyone’s saying right?” he laughs

“Yeap.” 

“You should come outside, let’s celebrate. You earned this victory as much as I did. Plus I want to have you in the picture. You can wear your mask.” he says and he extends his hand to make you stand up from the couch. 

“Okay” you say and you walk with him 

“Oh and by the way, Wolff is heads over heels for you, I am pretty sure he’s liked you for a long time and he hasn’t stopped thinking about you. That Cynthia thing is completely bullshit.”

“Really?” you ask him and he nods smiling. 

Both of you walk outside to celebrate that amazing day with your amazing achievements. Mercedes really feels like home for you. Toto’s eyes light up when he sees you outside, in between the mix of employees. He stands by your side for the photos and then all of the team starts playing with champagne. It’s a really great night in the desert that makes up for the craziness of the weekend which makes you relax ahead of the new week coming up. 

#toto wolff #toto wolff x reader #toto wolff fanfic #enemies to lovers ig #f1 #all's fair fic

[frazzledsoul]

So there was a lot of talk the past two days on my feed over Rory being right to turn down Logan's marriage proposal in S7....which is completely the rational take as both of them were under 25, they'd never discussed it before, Logan is going to crash and burn by trying to rush right into marriage, home ownership, and financial independence at the same time at the ripe old age of 24 (slow down, my man, there's a recession coming in two years), Logan said he'd factor her plans into his and then does the exact opposite and she didn't want to break up with him over the issue....and oh yeah, she didn't want to and it's not like the disaster of her parents failed reconciliation a few months prior to that event could cause her to be wary of the institution in general. Sure, her career devolves on its own years later and Logan becomes unavailable as a legitimate prospect to her years later because he decides to become a character in an eighteenth century novel with the whole "I have to marry this heiress to please my dad even though my heart is stuck on another, whatever shall I do? Oh, nothing, apparently, the narrative says I'm doomed no matter what"...but hey, maybe all of those things would have happened anyway, and it's still not a reason to force yourself to get married when you don't want to.

However, can we talk about how weird this episode is? Why is Rory leaning on her mother for advice at this point, who has gone through a failed engagement and a divorce (to two different men!) in less than a year and Rory was upfront with thinking the marriage was a bad idea? Why is Christopher whining about Logan not asking him first, given it seems that he hasn't contacted Rory on her own since the divorce because he STILL is unwilling to do much of anything parental unless Lorelai is involved? Why is there no discussion of Luke attending this graduation, even as a suggestion that's dismissed? What is even up with Logan's "my way or the highway" attitude? That isn't how he's acted all season and he and Rory have had disagreements and been able to deal rationally with them. And finally, what is up with Luke and Lorelai taking so many steps backwards? Lorelai is frustrated that Luke isn't making a move when she's going around telling everyone that serenading him isn't a big deal, what did she think was going to happen? Luke very logically tells her that Rory marrying her college boyfriend seems like something she should carefully consider (gee, it's not like he and Lorelai both have ill-fated spontaneous marriages in their recent past or anything that could inform his thoughts on this matter) and Lorelai decides to make that entire conversation a metaphorical moratorium on their relationship and conclude that Luke isn't willing to consider marriage again? (Uh, maybe this issue isn't going to be resolved in one conversation, hon). And finally, Lorelai tells Rory that if she doesn't immediately want to marry someone the first time the issue comes up, she should just accept that she's never meant to marry that person and the discussion is forever closed! I'm sorry, Lorelai, that is TERRIBLE ADVICE and maybe ease up on the projecting here.

This episode was written by Jennie Snyder Urman, who would later go on to run Jane the Virgin. She also wrote the Luke/Lorelai car shopping episode, Lorelai and Christopher's breakup episode, and the episode where Lorelai tells Rory she's gotten married and Rory and Logan fight over the magazine article she writes. I think she has good takes on both couples in the past, so it's bizarre to keep why they're so off kilter here. I get it that they wanted Rory to be single by the end of the season and not get Luke and Lorelai back together quite yet but it's just...a really sour way of making the narrative orient around rom com miscommunication and kind of taints the back half of the last season, which was otherwise pretty stellar.

#gilmore girls #luke x lorelai #rory x logan #frazzled is procrastinating right now can you tell

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (38)

Festus: Yo, guys, do you want to sneak inside the school kitchen and cook something?

Persephone: Sure. I’m kinda hungry.

Coryo: Count me in, Creed.

Felix: Yeah. Besides, this stupid assignment- I mean, punishment from Dr. Gaul is draining me to death.

Apollo: True. Writing a 12 page essay on why I should be turned into a mutt is quite difficult.

Diana: And weird.

Clemensia: And illegal!

Coryo: This assignment shouldn’t even exist!

Urban: But the “penducks” and the “pongaroos” should.

Pup: “Capysels” forever!

Clemensia: What the heck are you guys talking about?!

Juno: Our cute new pets.

Pup: Our adorable new friends.

Dennis: My new illegal business.

Festus: The new meat menu.

Coryo: Well, I think the “Boa Pup” is still the cutest mutt in theory.

Io: Ughhh! Who cares about your cat-dog creature! My hand hurts! I can’t do this anymore!

Livia: You’re all just jealous because I’m already done with mine.

Sejanus: No way, Cardew. How is that even possible?!

Livia: Obviously, I’m a genius.

Coryo: Obviously, you just wrote down the lyrics of ✨Material Girl✨ to fill in the blanks.

Livia: How did you-

Coryo: Your paper doesn’t even have a single word of “mutt” or “Dr. Gaul” in it.

Livia: Shut up, orphan! Your accusations are making me hungry!

Festus: Finally! The rich banker has spoken! To the kitchen we go!

Lysistrata: Wait a minute, does anyone even know how to cook? I mean, no offense, but just look at us.

Palmyra: I do! I know how to cook! I can even-

Florus: Except you, Palmyra. You’re not even allowed to cook in front of me, unless the government or the President says otherwise.

Gaius: And thank Panem for that.

Palmyra: Why?🥺

Everyone: You know why!

Palmyra: You guys are so mean!

Florus: Says the one who refused to pay our outrageous hospital bills.

Coryo: I can’t even afford to stay in the hospital while my family’s drowning in taxes and debts.

Palmyra: Oh, c’mon! You guys only stayed there for a month!

Festus: A month of torture!

Felix: And humiliation!

Coryo: I’m freaking poor, Monty! Do you even know how hard it was for me to pay them back?!

Palmyra: Oh, please~. It wasn’t that hard, was it?😗

Coryo: Try saying that again when you’re forced to go on a blind date with a drunk Strabo Plinth and the ever creepy Mr. Heavensbee by your own evil grandmother and cousin!

Lysistrata: Oh, Panem! Strabo Plinth was your other date?!🤣

Hilarius: My creepy old man did what?!

Coryo: Creepy Mr. Heavensbee even asked me to invite Felix to come over and hangout with him the next time around.

Felix: Which is never, right?

Coryo: Don’t worry, Class Pres. I told him that you’re too busy dating someone from the outer Districts.

Felix: Who?!

Coryo: Honestly, I just made it up.

Clemensia: Imagine Felix freaking Ravinstill dating someone from the Districts.

Arachne: True. Seeing the President’s favorite grandnephew holding hands with a District born will surely give his family the greatest heart attack of all time.

Felix: To be honest, I would rather date someone from the Districts than spend an hour or two with creepy Mr. Heavensbee Sr.

Sejanus: Ughhh! I still can’t believe my evil dad tried to steal my gorgeous boyfriend from me!😩

Coryo: To be fair, my love, your father was already drunk and high as the moon when we met that night. And also, he genuinely thought that I was the ever gorgeous Crassus Xanthos Snow.

Sejanus: Oh, thank Panem!

Hilarius: How about my creepy old man?! Was he drunk as a clown on wheels when he met you that night?!

Coryo: Mr. Heavensbee wasn’t drunk at all. He was sober AF.

Hilarius: Oh, thank Panem-

Coryo: However, he did offer to pay off all of my family’s debts if I gave him my skirt and a kiss on both cheeks.

Hilarius: He said what?!😱

Sejanus: Did you?! I mean, did you kiss him, my love?🥺

Coryo: Ew. No. Of course not! He was a freaking creep and I was already dating you, Babe!

Sejanus: My Snow Bae really does love me!🥹

Coryo: Of course I do, you idiot! Those sandwiches you gave me were freaking delicious!

Hilarius: And nothing happened after that, right?

Coryo: I kind of “accidentally” punched your creepy old man and knocked him out when he tried to touch my face.

Hilarius: That’s fine with me.

Coryo: Also, I secretly stole his expensive gold encrusted wristwatch and his exclusive diamond shaped wallet.

Androcles: Nice one, Snowy!

Hilarius: Bro, I’m not even mad.

Sejanus: At least my scheming dad didn’t remember that night.

Lysistrata: Imagine going out on a blind date with your gorgeous future son—in-law.😂

Coryo: Even worse. Mr. Plinth was always bringing up his past romantic relationship with my super hot dead dad.😔

Festus: What’s so bad about that? I mean, who wouldn’t want to date the ever gorgeous Crassus Snow? Even my dad wanted to-

Coryo: Oh, shut up, Creed! I don’t want to hear another word about my super hot dead dad!

Sejanus: My father’s just jealous that I’m gonna marry my lovely Snow Bae~.😘

Felix: Try saying that in front of Dean Highbottom.

Sejanus: Sure! I’ll even-

Festus: Can we go back to cooking already? I’m still hungry, ya know!

Androcles: Oh, yeah! Sejanus, you know how to cook, right?😀

Sejanus: Honestly, cooking and baking are very different things. Just ask my boyfriend~.😘

Coryo: Wait, what?! No! I just know how to cook cabbages and beans! I can’t even afford my own groceries!

Festus: To be fair, your iconic cabbage cake was delicious.

Coryo: Thanks, but I think Iphigenia knows more than me-

Iphigenia: Oh, no. My talent for cooking is kinda bad.

Dennis: That’s impossible! Your family runs the freaking food industry!

Iphigenia: Seriously, I only know how to fry carrots and potatoes.

Coryo: Gaius, do you-

Gaius: Me?! Cook?! My precious hands haven’t even touched a stove yet! Besides, I only know how to “cook up” jokes.

Persephone: Well, if you can provide me a maid-

Coryo: How about you, Class Pres?

Felix: I’m not even allowed to enter my own kitchen without ten to twenty servants watching my every move. Maybe Hilarius-

Hilarius: No, not me! Do you want the school to accidentally explode because of my stupidity?!

Urban: Vipsania?

Vipsania: Don’t even ask. I only know how to make protein shakes.

Felix: How about Andie-

Androcles: Stealing eggs for breakfast is very different from cooking them, Class Pres!

Juno: Well, don’t look at me. A Phipps would never ever get their hands dirty-

Dennis: Nobody asked you, Juno~.🙄

Juno: Shut up, Dennis! Go suck a di-

Sejanus: How about you, Domitia?

Domitia: Milking cows and selling butter is all I’m good at. However, Lizzie-

Lysistrata: You are asking the wrong person, Tia. I only know how to “cook” dru-

Felix: And for legal reasons, let’s just ask the next person! Festus, do you-

Festus: Nope. I only dumpster dive for food. How about Florus-

Florus: Shut it, Creed! I’m not touching or cooking anything!

Coryo: Well, Urban-

Urban: My anger issues banned me from cooking. How about Io-

Io: Don’t test me, Canville. Do you want me to accidentally create another mini nuclear reactor?!

Coryo: Apollo? Diana?

Apollo: Unfortunately, I only know how to make purple tea.

Diana: And I only know how to cut and fry onions for fun.

Sejanus: Pup?

Pup: Nobody likes my soup.

Felix: Ugh! forget it! Let’s just order takeouts and be done with it!

Clemensia: What the heck, you guys! Nobody even asked me if I can cook!

Arachne: Can you?

Clemensia: No.

#tbosas #crack post #snowjanus #coriolanus snow #president snow #coryo snow #bosas #abosas #thg #thg fanfiction #thg fic #thg fandom #hunger games #lucy gray baird #sejanus plinth #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #suzanne collins #festus creed #clemensia dovecote #felix ravinstill #crassus snow #thg incorrect quotes #tbosas incorrect quotes #snowplinth #corjanus #crack ship #dr gaul #coriolanus x sejanus

[haruhar-u]

the first chapter of that book thing I’m talking about

CWS for this chapter: None

CWS for the series:

Series summary:

Falling From The Stars is about the band Ametrine’s rise to fame and their fall from it.

A/N: wrote this in February so the writing style will be slightly different

Beta read and edited

That’ll be 12.50.” An obviously overworked woman who looked like she worked multiple jobs by the look of her eye bags says from behind the counter. 

   I rummage in my jeans pocket, pen cap without a pen, crusty pennies, old candy wrappers, then finally crinkled 20 dollars bill. I must’ve looked like a disorganized train wreck to any passerby. Luka you’re 22 put yourself together. You probably look like a fucking train wreck. I put the 20 dollar bill onto the counter and the overworked woman hands me the food I ordered.  

   “Uhm keep the change.” I say just loud enough for her to hear. This was my friend’s dad’s  restaurant, I want to help out somehow. 

The food felt warm in my hands as I walked through the busy streets of Manhattan. There was a mix of tired locals and overly excited tourists.  Then I drove about 5 minutes back to my apartment to give my fiancé the food I brought. 

 He’s so studious that he barely takes care of himself enough. I went up, opened the door and threw the leather pouch I carry to the side. 

“Oh hey Luka.” Rui glances up from his work, eye bags quite noticeable (probably his pharmacist school stuff) then looked back down and continued working. I lean over him to take a look at what he was studying, his jet black red streaked hair was greasier than ever. Do you even wash it anymore?. He had recently overworked himself to the point where he caught a cold. He still wasn’t fully recovered, I could tell from him sniffling and the amount of tissues he had surrounding him. It was exhausting looking after him then to say the least as he would never stay in bed without study material for more than 5 minutes.

I put what I had brought him on the table. “I think you should take a break and eat, plus you’re still sick aren’t you?” 

“I’m fine, I swear, thanks for the food I guess.” He doesn’t even look up. His voice sounded deeper which usually is a tell tale sign to attempt to convince him to go to bed early tonight. 

“Explain the tissues.” 

“I just still have a runny nose.” 

I nod, I guess I believe him, his explanation lines up with the timeline. I just hope he learns that A grades aren’t everything, because they aren’t. My friend Tian basically lives by that saying. I think should point out that Tian and Rui are pretty much opposites when it comes to that though. 

 “I think I should probably head over to Micah and Tian’s. I told them I’d be there at noon and it’s half past now.” 

“Alright, bye. Love you.” Rui mumbled, again not glancing up. 

“Love you.” I gently placed a kiss on the top of his head, grabbed my small leather pouch —which I keep important stuff in such as my keys, inhaler, credit card—  and headed out.

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･**･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'･

I pull into their driveway. It was a pretty nice house, a garage where we keep our instruments, decently sized, 4 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms I think. Micah brought it when he was only 18. I’ve always wondered how the hell he was able to afford it right out of high school and after moving from Australia to New York City. Then again I presume he’s quite rich from his posher Australian accent, one of the ones that sound almost British. 

Tian moved in with him 2 years after Micah originally bought the place and I think Micah likes the company since he seems a lot happier now. 

I walked up the front door and opened it with my key. To us it wasn’t weird that I had their key and they had mine, it’s like when you’d give your key to a close relative. The house was half messy and half clean due to Micah messing up the house and Tian’s attempts to clean up after Micah. I walked into their garage where we said to meet. 

Micah looks up at me from tuning his bass. He had his shoulder length hair dyed amethyst purple which was different from his previous colour “You’re a bit late.” I was almost an hour late. 

I sheepishly ran my hand through my hair, embarrassed. “I had to run an errand.” 

“Ah! Understandable, have a nice day!” Micah had that goofy grin on his face that he was quite known for. “Also you forgot your guitar here since last time” 

“Oh that's where it was. Also, did you dye your hair again?” 

“Mhm. I thought the amethyst colour  would suit the band since it’s called Ametrine” 

“It suits you, also, where's Tian?” I glance around the garage, his drum set was still there. Wait no that’s stupid he wouldn’t carry that thing out, he wouldn’t even attempt it, he’d rather leave it here and play video games upstairs later. 

“Hmm.” Micah puts a hand on his chin, “probably asleep behind his drum kit. I think he was playing Valorant all night. Wait,  actually I think I heard him aggressively drumming along to Chop Suey at 3 am. ”  He then put his bass back onto its stand. 

  Both of us looked behind the drum kit to see Tian  sitting on a pillow, playing something on his Nintendo switch with noise cancelling headphones.

“Tian!” Micah calls as a weak attempt to get Tian’s attention. “Tian Wu!” He even attempts using his full name as if that’d change something 

Somehow that works and Tian looks up at Micah, “What is it Micah Torres” he said with a smirk, probably deciding to humour Micah using his full name. “Oh, Luka’s here.” He nods his head as a greeting which I nod back. “Give me a sec. Gotta save”

“Luka, I tuned your guitar for you already, fyi. Thank me later!” Micah tells me, literally saying FYI. 

“Alright, thanks. I’ll tune your bass for you  next time.” 

Micah put a hand on my shoulder and grinned again. “No worries! Run your errands instead!” He grinned again. 

“Are you sure?” I felt like I was in debt to him. He definitely didn’t need to tune my guitar for me but, he did anyway.  

“Yeah! Of course mate!”

“Alright, are we just jamming today or recording a cover?” Tian asks, standing up then plugging in his switch which he had in the corner.

“Uhm..” Micah goes over to the wooden table in the corner and grabs a black notebook off of it and flips to a page somewhere in the middle “We have Under Pressure on our cover list, Luka do you think we’re ready to record yet?

“Hu-huh why are you asking me!?” In my opinion just because I’m the lead vocalist that doesn’t mean I get to make all the decisions. I was texting Tian earlier and we both agreed Micah has the best judgement out of the 3 of us and should be leader anyway. 

 “You’re our front man and lead vocalist. That's why!” Micah declares, handing me my guitar and picking up his bass again.  “Also, Tian what is ‘Those Three Words Unsaid’? You wrote it under ideas.”

Tian turns slightly red in the face, “Oh it’s nothing really…I uh yeah.” He glanced the floor and wouldn’t even look Micah in the eye.  “I uh I-I was drunk when I wrote that.” 

“Uh huh.” Micah’s expression shows he’s quite skeptical (Tian doesn’t drink) however I think he could probably tell Tian was uncomfortable with answering, and decided not to question him any further  “Luka? Your thoughts on whether we should record or not?” 

I attempt to remember what our last practice sounded like I can’t completely remember, thanks to me having the same memory as  Dori the fish. “I suppose we should practice it once and see where we’re at from there.” 

“I don’t think we should record today.” Tian pipes in. “I mean I’d have to bring down the camera and all the mics from upstairs and then we’d have to repeatedly reshoot to get it perfect , I also don’t think I got the drums correctly yet.”

I nod in agreement, “I think our 300 YouTube subs  can wait a bit.”  I’m fine with just our 300 subscribers, they didn’t really comment other than the occasional thumbs up emoji usually from Micah and I’s parents . I can tell Micah on the other hand wants the attention, he wants to be famous and he wants to perform for large crowds he deserves it too, meanwhile I feel like I’m holding him back, he’d be able to live out his dream if he wasn’t stuck with me, but oddly I can’t bring myself to leave either. 

“We could run through a few songs then go out to eat or something?” Micah suggests

“Sure, where?” I ask

“How about Tian’s dad’s restaurant. Maybe Tian can get us a discount.” Micah chuckles 

“No. I uhm I had too much Chinese food recently…” Tian responds nearly instantaneously. This usually happens whenever his dad is brought up. I don’t bring up his dad anymore because of it.

“The last time you had non-western food was when my Abuela came over from Australia and made you tamales. That was a month ago.”  Micah points out

Tian looks up at Micah with widened eyes  like a puppy begging for a treat. “Maybe she can—“ 

Micah laughs “Abuela went down to Mexico to visit more relatives so no, she cannot come over and cook for us. She did tell me she thought you were a very nice boy, so I think she’d be willing to cook for you again though.” 

Tian looks dejected once Micah says his Abuela cannot come over and cook but perks up again after he said she’d be willing to cook for him again. Typical Tian, on occasion he acts a lot  younger than his age from what I noticed anyway . “Can you tell her I think her cooking tastes very good.” 

“Yeah sure! I’ll ask her if Luka can come  next time as well!” 

“Also, Luka, do you think Rui would want to join us tonight?” Tian asks

“He already ate I think, plus exam season is coming up so he’s been shutting himself inside. Hikikomori as his siblings call him.” 

“Wish him luck for us!” Micah says. 

I nod. “I think we’re getting off topic now.” 

Micah laughs “Shit.” 

Then without any communication we start to play, we mess up more than once, Tian missing a beat, my voice not getting as high as I need it to be —in my defence I didn’t warm up—. Hours fly by like minutes as we were getting off track and instead of practicing only Under Pressure, we play an assortment of songs such as Clumsy, Lithium, My Hero, Famous Last Words, S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W  and Somebody told me. It'll be a miracle if my throat isn’t sore tomorrow, since I didn’t warm up at all. 

“Can we stop to get some food..” Tian’s  the first one of us to speak up. 

“Actually, I think we should stop for the night, Luka could injure his voice.” Micah points out, agreeing with Tian. He probably knows that I wouldn’t speak up for myself otherwise.  I feel like I’d be letting them down if I did. 

I nod and put my guitar back in its case with my amp right next to the case, making a mental note to bring it back home and not just leave it here again. 

“I’m going to order a pizza.” Tian mutters, pulling out his phone from his bag, then glances at Micah who gives a thumbs up and gestures somewhere  for some reason. “Pineapples or no, this is very important.” 

That turned into a whole debate between Micah and I over pineapples or not. Pineapples do great on pizza, I have no idea what he’s talking about. Honestly that was the stupidest debate I’ve been in ever. I stay over at their place, (Micah and Tian just got Just Dance, how could I say no to that even though I absolutely suck) until about midnight. 

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[thepeakygurl]

You said what?

Well, this started as a os, but ended up being something that need a part 2... so I guess we'll see if you like it and if I should write a part 2☀️

Not a request

Peter Parker / Spiderman (TOM HOLLAND) x fem!reader

Prompt: You had few encounters with Spiderman before, almost too many to be just classified as fated encounters. In one of those many, you reveal to him a secret of yours that you never told to anyone, but one day your classmate and friend Tom happens to casually talk about your secret to you.

As you were about to leave the classroom, you found yourself shoulder to shoulder with Peter, who has been very chatty towards you in the past few days, or at least has tried to.

You both stood in front of the door waiting for the other to make a move, you tried to hold yourself from smiling at the sight of his cheeks slowly turning the same colour of a tomato “Are we can’t stay here the whole day, Peter” you said in a laugh.

“Right.” he whispered while heading out the door first, but he waited for you just to be able to walk next to you in the hallway “So, how did you find the class?” he asked you, as innocent as that question was, you almost felt triggered by the imagines of the small knife going through that frog going through your head.

You looked at him visibly disgusted, as if that was enough to answer his question “I don’t like knives, and I don’t like knives going through things, especially living beings” you spitted out. 

“Oh, yeah yeah of course…” he quickly said looking at his shoes “I am sorry, I forgot about your fear of knives” the words left his mouth so quickly and so vividly that there was no way for him to come back from what he just said to you.

Your head turned to him quickly as soon as you heard him, your eyes almost out of your head and your mouth slightly open, but not quite yet ready to speak. Only recently you moved to that school and you never dared to talk about your fear of knives because that would have led to a conversation about your father and what happened to him. It was already hard being the new kid, let alone being the new kid who’s father was murdered by stabbing and on top of that, you unfortunately witnessed the whole thing at the mere age of 12. Never in a million years you were going to tell that story to your classmates, but there was Peter Parker apologising for triggering a memory that you never shared with him. 

Peter’s heart started to race against time, a time that he was trying to beat in order to find an answer to a question you hadn’t asked yet How do you know? And all sorts of thoughts started to invade his mind The internet! Say you read it in an article about the murder! No… she will think you are weird for looking her up on the internet. Maybe… maybe I asked about her around! But, that just sounds like stalking… Damn it Peter! Maybe she told me, yeah she told me.

“How do you know about my fear?” you gathered all the air you had in your body in order to pronounce those words outloud.

“Oh, you… you told me, remember?” he stuttered looking away from you. Peter was never a good lie, he could swing around it and manage to not actually answer your question, but when it came to lying… he was really bad.

“I most certainly not” you said “Beside, I’m pretty sure this is the third time we have spoken and I wouldn’t have entertained a conversation about my worst fear. So, who told you or how did they find out?”

His hands were shaking at this point and his brain stopped from collaborating, he almost slipped and hit a trash can, but he was able to jump over it, which you thought was pretty impressive, but you were not about to dismiss the whole argument “You must have forgotten. How would I know if you didn’t tell me? I just thought that it would have triggered the memory of your father and make you sad so I connected the frog to your dad- wait this is not how it was suppose-”

And again your heart sank “How do you know about my father?” your mouth started to feel dry as well as your throat, you had to take a deep breath before looking at him again.

The more you thought about it, the more it didn’t make sense. You were hundred percent sure to never have entertained that conversation and even if he did read it online, you were pretty sure that the media didn’t allow enough coverage to your father’s passing for him to actually find out about it. You didn’t even manage to make any actual friends in order for you to share such a personal story… and that’s when it hit you. You did make a friend… sort of.

The past few weeks you had few encounters with Spiderman, a masked freaked that went around at night to save the neighbourhood and to be fair, he did save you couple of times. Somehow you always found yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time, which was not as odd in that city. But thankfully, Spiderman always led you to safety. Those small few encounters always led to silent moment sitting on the roof of some building, which he said was the safest place to be at night, which also allowed you to collect yourself from the scared of being robbed or being killed by some supernatural creature.

You now remembered that night when Spiderman save you and took you to one of his spots, you thought it was odd for him to take care of you in that way and you’d lie if you said you didn’t think he was a paedophile with the intention of assaulting you, but he never did so maybe he was trustworthy?

“Do you feel better now?” he asked you, you were still shaking still feeling that knife against your throat, all of that for a bag that only had dirty tissues and couple of gums in it. 

You shook your head at him “Thank you, again, I guess” you murmured. He was laying down with his head resting on his arms, and he seemed so unfaded by the whole thing, while you… you looked like a ghost. 

“It’s my job, Miss” he said “You are still shaking a lot, you must be new around here” he said in a laugh, almost hinting at the fact that it was almost the normality to get robbed in that neighbourhood.

And that’s when you told him about your fear of knives, your father and how that never truly left your mind. He stood and sat looking at you, listening to what you had to say, he somehow could understand your pain, he too had lost people, but he didn’t say anything, he just stayed quiet and you were grateful for that. His silence meant for you more than all the sorry you heard in your whole life.

And now, Peter Parker was looking at you telling you something that you only had said to one person in town, and that was Spiderman. You had to cover your mouth in clear surprise “You… You are…?”

“Huh?” he said, now speeding up, “S-sorry Y/N, I have to go now, I got class” he said while running, dodging the people who were about to run into him.

“WE ARE NOT OVER WITH THIS CONVERSATION PETER PARKER!”

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The Devil You Know

Michael Langdon x Reader (Mad Love Act II, Chapter VIII)

Summary: It's Fall Break, and Michael's taking you on a trip! Of course, it wouldn't be an outing with Michael Langdon without supernatural happenings.

Word Count: 4.9k

Author's Note: Well, well, well, look who updated Mad Love! I promise that the next chapter will not be nearly as long of a wait; I'm already halfway through writing it. As always, likes, comments, and reblogs are sorely appreciated because it lets me know that this fandom's not dead.

Mad Love Masterlist

When Michael sits next to you while you’re reading a book for your thesis class, you don’t really pay attention beyond smiling at him. After all, you both tend to seek each other out just to enjoy being together, so why should this be any different than any of the other thousand times?

But then you can feel him looking at you. When you look up at him, you only see the swish of his hair as he rapidly looks down at your phone. Chalking this up to him just admiring you (because your beloved husband is very much a devoted simp, even though he doesn’t really understand what you mean when you call him that), you uneasily go back to reading. That is, until you can feel his eyes on you again. 

Sighing, you close the book and turn to face him fully. “What is it?”

“What’s what?” Michael at least tries to act like he has no clue what you’re talking about, which is mildly amusing.

“Why are you acting so…” you wave your hands, attempting to convey how he’s been acting. “Weird?”

“I’m not!”

You give him “The Look,” which you like to think you’ve perfected by now. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” 

You wait in silence, giving him one last chance to come clean before slowly opening your book again. It’s only a matter of minutes before Michael breaks.

“You have Fall Break coming up, right?”

You nod and try not to smirk at how good you are at reading Michael. “Next week.”

“How do you feel about coming on a trip with me?”

“A trip? Where?” You’re expecting him to say somewhere romantic, like Paris or Venice. Maybe he’s finally going to properly woo you in a foreign locale like you’ve been teasing him about for so long.

What you don’t expect is what he says. “New Orleans.”

“New Orleans?” You furrow your eyebrows. An interesting city, sure, but not quite what you would have imagined for your first actual trip with Michael.

“Yes.”

“Like ’New Orleans’-New Orleans?”

Michael laughs. “Yes, the one and only.”

“Why?” You try not to grimace. “Is it Cooperative stuff?”

“No, it’s not Cooperative stuff. Officially, I’m going there because my Father has requested that I deal with some disturbances in the French Quarter.”

You ignore the fact that he’s acting as his dad’s loyal little follower, because the memory of what Cordelia said to you is still extremely fresh in your mind. You’re both on thin ice right now, and the only real way to avoid major consequences is to begrudgingly play along…for now, at least. Instead, you think about what business would bring Michael to that area, and a lightbulb goes off over your head (figuratively, because the last time that an idea came to you and Michael turned a lightbulb above you on, you almost smacked him). “Papa Legba?”

Michael nods.

“I thought Papa Legba and your dad had different domains.”

“Technically, Papa Legba…serves under Satan. He’s a gatekeeper between humanity and the underworld. I don’t have all the specifics yet, but it seems as though he’s not sticking to the responsibilities laid out for him.” You want to mutter something about temperamental rulers of Hell, but Michael’s continuing before you can. “Unofficially, I’m using it as a chance to go and look over Robichaux’s grimoires in the hopes of finding an answer for our Cordelia problem.”

You perk up at the mention of your best friend’s dwelling, and you can see how Michael stifles a smile at you having the anticipated response. Still, you try to look at least a little critical of this plan, and say, “So you want to drag me along on a work trip.”

“It wouldn’t be all work! We could explore–you love old architecture, and the French Quarter is full of it. Plus there’s lots of music and dancing, and we can go to a museum or two.” He’s really pulling out all of the stops here, checking all of the boxes on the buzzwords that make you say yes.

And you do say yes. “Fine, let’s go to New Orleans next week.”

Michael presses a kiss to your cheek and grins, hugging you tightly to him. “I love you so, so much.”

“You’re annoying me!” you playfully grumble and attempt to shove him off of you. “You already got me to say yes, you don’t have to suck up anymore.”

His annoyingly skillful fingers begin to trail down your sides until they come to a stop over your hips. “I can definitely be a little more convincing, if that will help.”

“I’m trying to work right now, and you’re making it extremely difficult.”

“That’s the point.”

You glower at him, though you can’t hold the angry expression for long. “You’re gonna make me change my answer. Now leave me be so that way I don’t have work to do while we’re on this trip.”

Michael takes a step away from you, a wicked grin on his face. “Alright, I’ll leave you for now. I have to go and arrange our transportation and lodgings, anyways.”

Thankfully, Michael elects to enjoy the comforts of flying for this trip, instead of any number of weird, magical transportation methods. You get to fly on a private jet, which is one of the coolest, most bougie things you’ve ever done. When you and Michael walk onto the tarmac to get on said private jet, you feel like a movie star.

The flight is the definition of comfort, and you’re almost sad when the plane begins to make its descent into New Orleans. Though, from what Michael’s told you (he’s kept where you’re staying a secret, wanting to surprise you), the hotel is going to be just as five-star as the plane. The Cooperative, or the Satanists, or maybe Satan himself–whoever is funding this trip, they don’t spare any expense when it comes to the comfort of the Antichrist.

Of course, there's business to be taken care of before the fun can actually begin.

When not filming her wildly popular daytime talk show in Los Angeles, Dinah Stevens holds court in a small “production studio” in New Orleans (notably outside of the traditional voodoo territory of the French Quarter). At least, that’s what it is officially. Unofficially, it’s where potential clients can come and seek the help of the “Voodoo Queen of New Orleans”. Though you never met her predecessor, the vibe that you’re getting is that she would be rolling in her grave at Dinah basically advertising her voodoo services.

The studio, though small, is clean and trendy. A receptionist sits behind a minimalist desk answering phone call after phone call, and the TV in the reception area (predictably) plays old episodes of Dinah’s show. When you and Michael enter, he waves his hand and shuts the TV off, causing the receptionist to look up.

“Good afternoon,” the receptionist greets, “what can I do for you today?”

“Is Dinah in?” Michael asks.

“She is, but I’m afraid that she’s busy with a couple of interviews. I can definitely pencil you in for later this week, though.”

“Oh, no need.” With a simple smile, Michael has the receptionist’s head dropping to the desk as he falls asleep.

You look over at Michael and laugh. “That’s so cool.”

He grins at you before holding open the door to what’s presumably Dinah’s offices. “After you.”

Where the reception area was sleek and minimalist, Dinah’s–dressing room, would be the best way to describe it–personal rooms are filled to the brim with personality. Awards line the far wall, with her three Daytime Emmys proudly taking center stage. There’s a wardrobe rack with flashy clothes on it, as well as plenty of different shoes. If you didn’t know better, you’d think you were in a completely different building.

The woman herself enters her dressing room from another door opposite the one that you and Michael are standing in front of. Her hair is natural, with a leopard-print headband keeping it out of her face. It allows you to very clearly see the way that her brown eyes widen in shock and fear when she looks at Michael. She staggers back a couple of steps, but otherwise stays put. There’s nowhere for her to go; not when the Antichrist has come knocking for a meeting.

“Dinah Stevens,” Michael greets formally, his fingers running along a curtain hanging from the door frame. Dinah’s jaw tightens at this, but she doesn’t rebuke him for touching what’s not his. She can’t. Not when her magic is nothing compared to that of Michael’s.

“Antichrist.” Her eyes settle on you, and she smirks. “Mrs. Antichrist. Glad to see that there’s no lasting effects from Satan’s little poison apple trick.”

“Thank you for your help with that, by the way,” you say. “I couldn’t properly thank you the last time I saw you.”

She smiles just slightly, but the majority of her attention remains focused on Michael. “Can’t say I wasn’t expecting this little visit, though I was hoping that I would be wrong.”

“You know why we’re here, then?” Michael asks.

“Word on the street is that Papa’s not keeping the scales balanced lately.”

“That’s what I’m here to figure out.” Michael moves to stand directly in front of Dinah in what you assume is some sort of a power play. “I need you to facilitate a meeting between myself and Papa Legba.”

Dinah whistles under her breath. “That’ll cost you a pretty penny, Langdon.”

“I’m aware. As is my father. Name your price.”

She pretends to think about it, but you can both see the dollar signs that are flashing in her eyes. “A hundred grand. Cash.”

Michael rolls his eyes, but nods and smirks. “Done.”

Less than thirty seconds later, Dinah’s phone dings from her dressing room table. She checks the notification, and based on her reaction, it’s likely her bank alerting her of a large deposit into her account. Satisfied, she sits down in the chair at her dressing room table and looks back at Michael through the mirror.

“Come back tonight, then,” she says. “Nine o’clock, sharp.”

Michael, ever the dramatic, grabs your hand and transmutes you both back to the reception area. You scowl at him as soon as his two figures morph back into one. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t. Besides, you didn’t even come close to throwing up this time!” You’re not actually serious in your grumbling–you just wanted to clear up some of the darkness that’s lingered over Michael like a shroud since the moment you stepped into this studio. “C’mon, I want to take you to Robichaux’s. You’re going to love it.”

Before you leave Dinah’s studio, Michael lifts a hand and the receptionist springs back up to a sitting position as if nothing happened. In his mind, it is as if nothing happened. He smiles at both of you and cheerily calls out, “Have a nice day!”

“Thanks, you too!” you say over your shoulder as the door shuts. The bright afternoon sun makes you squint in order to properly see as you turn to look at Michael. “You’ve been there before?”

“Only once or twice, when I was at Hawthorne and the Council was testing my abilities.”

Grabbing your phone, you pull up Mallory’s contact and text her, “We’re coming for you bby!!!” Almost immediately, she responds with a bunch of heart emojis. 

Though you can see the teasing smile on Michael’s face as you start to hurry him along, he thankfully remains quiet. At least he’s smiling now; an actual smile, and not his haughty “I’m-the-Antichrist-and-I’m-better-than-all-of-you” smile. This, in your opinion, is much better, and you’re happy to hold onto his arm this time and allow him to transmute you again.

Miss Robichaux’s is a beautiful, white, Antebellum-style mansion that rests in the old neighborhoods just outside of the city. The grounds are spacious and well-kept, and there’s a wrought-iron gate that surrounds the perimeter. A brass plate attached to the stone of the main gate reads, “Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies.” It looks so picturesque, and nothing at all like what you had expected when Mallory and Michael called it a boarding school. You had been thinking of something from Oliver Twist, not a cute house that you honestly wouldn’t mind living in.

The black front door opens before you even make it up the front steps. A couple of young girls, no older than 15 and both dressed in black, walk outside. When they see Michael, they immediately start giggling and whispering to each other. You don’t blame them.

“Seems like you have a little fan club already,” you mutter to him as you pass the girls. Michael smiles at them politely, and you think you hear them both squeal quietly before they hurry towards the front gates.

“What?” He’s blushing now. “What makes you say that?”

“Because I was a fifteen-year-old girl once, and I would have acted the exact same way.” You lift up your joined hands so that you can kiss the back of his, but you quickly forget that when you see your favorite witch running down the large staircase inside the house and towards you.

“Mallie!” You drop Michael’s hand so that you can run through the door to throw your arms around the petite woman, who already has her arms outstretched and waiting for you.

You collide into each other as you hug tightly, swaying back and forth. God, you’ve missed her so much. Eventually, Mallory pulls away just enough to look at you as she exclaims, “I can’t believe that you’re here!”

“I know!”

“You two just saw each other a month ago,” Michael notes from behind you, the amusement heavily coloring his tone.

“Yeah, but it’s different because you’re here in New Orleans!” Mallory says.

“I’m happy for both of you, but, uh…” You both look over, where Michael’s stuck on the outside of the threshold like a vampire. “I seem to not be allowed inside.”

Mallory smiles at him sheepishly. “Sorry, I didn’t realize that there were still wards up to guard the house.”

“What’s the house being guarded from?” you ask.

Michael and Mallory both look at each other before Mallory says, “Michael.”

“What? Why?”

Mallory’s the first one to speak, though you can tell she doesn’t really want to. “There was a…time, after the coven had burned Ms. Mead for her crimes and before the Church of Satan had kidnapped you to be married to Michael, where he had threatened retribution on the school, on the girls. We took the necessary precautions to make sure that he wouldn’t be able to do so.”

You look at Michael in shock. “Retribution? Like, you threatened to kill them?”

“I was mad with grief, okay?” Michael begins to explain himself. “They killed the woman that was the closest thing to a mom that I had. I didn’t know what to do next, and I was very easily swayed by the influence of the Church. The witches were my enemies.” He pauses. “Cordelia was my enemy.”

“That was then, under the old regime. This is now.” Mallory smiles and makes a motion through the air with her left hand. “Michael Langdon, find yourself forever welcome in our domain.”

Michael steps through the doorway with ease now, though you’re half-expecting him to burst into flames in some sort of magic demon trap. Mallory sighs, apparently having had the same apprehensions as you. For now, though, all seems well.

The large foyer is bathed in sunlight from the windows three stories up, and you take a moment to bask in the grandiosity of this mansion before doors open and the house is flooded with girls having finished their classes. It’s organized chaos, and you find yourself subconsciously bracing yourself as if you’re about to be faced with a bully and feel a lot like the fifteen-year-old girl you told Michael that you once were.

Most of the students cast at least a cursory look at the three of you; after all, their Supreme with two mysterious strangers is undoubtedly going to end up as big news for the students of this school. Still, none of them do anything beyond shooting a friendly smile to Mallory and scurrying off to their dorms or their next class.

When all of the students have made it to where they’re meant to be and your little group is once again alone, Michael and Mallory smile at each other. You feel a lot like the odd man out, and so you say, “What’s so funny?”

“I just had quite the feeling of deja vu,” Michael explains, Mallory nodding in agreement.

“Wait. You told me you were here a couple of times when you were a Hawthorne student. So why did you and Mallory never meet before me?”

“Us students were taken on ‘field trips’ when the warlocks visited. Cordelia and Myrtle didn’t trust warlocks–”

“For good reason,” Michael interrupts with a scoff.

“Yes, for good reason. But yeah, that’s why we never met.” Mallory hops up the first couple of steps, as light on her feet as a fawn in a spring meadow. “C’mon, I’ll show you to the library. That’s where we keep all of the grimoires.”

“And what will you do, then? While I’m perusing your fine collection?”

“I’m gonna give Y/n the grand tour.”

The ‘grand tour’ after Michael is dropped off in the small home library is a quick run-through of the house before you find yourselves hiding out in Mallory’s bedroom and gossiping. Her bedroom, like the rest of the house, is almost sterile levels of white. You’re glad to see the posters and art that decorate the large bedroom and make the room seem more lived-in.

“This where the magic happens?” you ask Mallory, flopping down on her large, four-poster bed. She tosses a couple of books down on her desk before following your lead and falling opposite you. When you look at each other upside down, you break out into giggles.

“God, I’m too busy for any of that.” She sighs and rubs her eyes in exhaustion, careful not to smear her makeup. “I regret every time I was as much of a terror as these girls are. They’re going to give me gray hairs, I swear.”

You sit up, lifting Mallory’s head into your lap so that you can give her an impromptu head massage. “You also became Supreme pretty prematurely, if I remember correctly.”

“My own fault. I’m reaping what I’ve sowed.”

“You’re being quite the Negative Nancy.”

“No, I'm a Melancholy Mallory.”

You choke back a laugh at her retort. “Are you doing all of this alone?”

“Am I doing what alone?”

“Running the school, teaching the next generation of witches.”

“Kind of.” Reluctantly, she pulls her head out of your lap. The topic, you can tell, makes her feel uncomfortable. “Cordelia and Myrtle were the ones with all of that wisdom, and now they’re gone. I don’t know anybody that can help me delegate these responsibilities.”

“There’s not an alumni association of former students that you could call on to see if they’d be interested in coming back?”

“There probably is. Word hasn’t really gotten out yet about Cordelia dying, and I doubt they’ll support me as their Supreme when they find out I’m the reason that Cordelia’s dead.”

“Don’t say that,” you scold harshly.

“Why not? It’s true.”

“No it’s not. The only person that Cordelia has to blame for her death is her. Not you, not me, not Michael. Her.”

Mallory’s big eyes well with tears, and she looks down at her hands in her lap. It’s obvious now that she hasn’t really had the chance to process Cordelia’s death and everything that happened just a couple months ago. You feel stupid for not realizing that it would be affecting her so deeply. It should have been clear, even when she was smiling and having fun with you and Kate at Homecoming, that she was deeply mourning the loss of someone who she had once seen as a beloved mentor.

“I–” Mallory’s voice breaks, and she takes a long moment before finding it in her to speak again. “How could I not be to blame? I was the reason that Cordelia was able to kidnap you. I was the one who regretted it enough to go to Michael and tell him what had happened, and I stood by as he killed her.”

“You’re wrong. Cordelia manipulated you, Mallory, and she used you to her advantage. Her choices led to her death.”

“I just feel so guilty,” she confesses.

“And you can feel guilty. I’m not telling you that your feelings towards this aren’t valid. But you need to know that you’re not the guilty party here, okay?”

Mallory finally looks up at you, tears streaming down her face. You can tell that she’s going to attempt to argue this point, so you grab her face in your hands.

“Mallory. You are not guilty. You didn’t kidnap me, and you didn’t come up with the plan to kidnap me. Michael would have found me, with or without your help. Without you, it would have just taken him a little bit longer. And you are not the one that killed Cordelia. If you were, for some reason, to have stood in Michael’s way, he would have killed you as well.”

She nods, though it’s a little difficult to do so considering you’re still holding onto her. You want her to believe you wholeheartedly, but you know that she can’t. Not yet. She needs time and healing, and one conversation isn’t going to absolve her of the guilt that she feels. But you can’t help but to hope that this will be the start of that healing.

“I know you don’t believe it yet, but can you say it for me?” you ask.

Mallory takes a couple of deep, gasping breaths. Her hands grip your wrists, whether for stability or grounding, and she finally says, “I am not guilty.”

“Damn right you’re not.” You fully hug her then, allowing her to collapse into your arms. Stroking a hand through her hair, you rock her back and forth with you on the bed as she cries. “And I’m gonna make you say it every day, so you better mark off time in your busy Supreme schedule for when I call.”

“God, you’re stubborn.” She laughs through her tears, but at least she’s laughing.

“You love it.”

“Yeah, I do.”

By the time Michael finally finishes his research in the library, it’s as if nothing happened. Mallory has led you to one of her favorite spots in the large backyard: a hammock under one of the old wisteria trees towering over the yard. The sun is beginning to slowly make its descent, casting golden waves of light over both of you as you doze in the hammock, your head laying next to Mallory’s feet and vice versa. A light breeze blows the hammock back and forth just slightly, though you suspect that Mallory might have something to do with this.

Your eyes flutter open when you feel a pair of lips on your forehead, and you look up and smile upon meeting Michael’s gaze. “Hey. How’d it go?”

“Alright, I guess. There’s some texts about banishing spirits, but they involve sending the spirits to my father’s domain, so not exactly doable.”

You frown. “I’m sorry. We still have time, though! I’ll help you after your break.”

“Mm, I figured I’d call it a night, actually. We only have about three hours until we have to meet Dinah, and I thought you might like to go explore some of New Orleans with me.”

“Are you asking me out on a date, Michael?”

“That depends, are you going to accept?”

“I don’t know, Mallory and I are pretty busy right now.”

Across from you, Mallory groans. “Disgusting, both of you. How dare you flirt at my school, in front of me.”

“I can flirt with you too, Mal. All you have to do is ask.”

“No, you can not flirt with Mal,” Michael says with jealousy lacing his tone.

You and Mallory both laugh. “I’m teasing, Michael. But yes, I would love to explore New Orleans with you.”

“You’re meeting Dinah at nine?” Mallory asks. When Michael nods, she sits up and stretches. “I have a couple of things to give you for protection, just in case she tries to double cross you. Give me five minutes to grab them before you jet off on your date.”

When Mallory goes back inside through the open French doors, Michael takes her place on the hammock. You begrudgingly sit up as well, leaning your head on his shoulder as you fully wake up from your post-nap state.

“So, a date? Where are we going?” you ask.

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise,” Michael says.

“You know that I don’t really like surprises.”

“Well I love surprises, and they do say that relationships are all about compromises.”

When you pout, Michael kisses your lips to try and remove the pout from your face. It works, but for argument’s sake, you keep it on in an exaggerated fashion. “Can I at least get a hint?”

“Hmm.” Michael pretends to think. “There’ll be music?”

You furrow your eyebrows, already thinking about what it could be. A bar? No, that’s not really Michael’s scene. Maybe some sort of a live performance. But still, knowing Michael, there will be more than just the music. Now you’re excited, and he can tell that you are.

“Food, too,” he adds.

“Good, I’m starving.” And you are starving. You haven’t eaten since the plane this morning, and the nonstop action of today means that hunger is just starting to catch up to you.

Mallory nearly skips to you, her arms full of stuff. You’re not quite sure what you could possibly need to prepare for this meeting (after all, you’ve never really interacted with voodoo practitioners), and as you look at the items she hands to Michael, you still can’t make any sense of their significance. Luckily, Mallory explains them one by one.

As she gives Michael a small box, she says, “Cuban cigars for the offering. They’re Papa’s favorite.”

A bottle with crushed up herbs, she explains, “This mandrake will help to amplify your magic. Though Dinah will be doing the summoning, with this, Papa Legba should be bound by the laws of your magic and not hers.”

Finally, she pulls out a charm, which she gives to you. There’s a symbol etched onto the small circle at the bottom of the crystal chain, and you run your thumb over it. “This charm will help protect you, Y/n, since you don’t have any magical powers. Papa Legba shouldn’t try anything; he’s an honorable being who typically doesn’t take what has not been explicitly given to him. Still, it never hurts to have a little extra protection.”

Michael leans over your shoulder to look at the charm, but Mallory places a hand on his arm before he gets any closer.

“The charm protects against all beings that are not of this plane, as well as those descended from those beings. I’d prefer that you don’t end up zapped to Hell because you got too curious.”

Michael scooches back warily, taking Mallory’s warning to heart. After you’ve safely pocketed it, he says, “Thank you, Mallory. Truly. It’s nice to know that somebody cares about Y/n’s safety like I do.”

Mallory shrugs, a blush appearing on her peaches-and-cream complexion. “Friends don’t let friends accidentally make deals with preternatural beings.”

“Just take the compliment,” you stage-whisper, making her laugh.

“You’re welcome, Michael.”

Before anything else can be said, a younger girl appears at the back door. “Miss Mallory? Miss Zoe’s looking for you, somethin’ ‘bout a book you have.”

“Thank you, Abby, I’ll be in shortly.” When the girl runs back through the house, Mallory sighs and runs a hand through her hair. “Duty calls, I guess. Try not to have too much fun tonight.”

“I hope it will be uneventful, but we’ll see,” Michael says. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”

You and Mallory hug goodbye before she’s off, back to pick up the mantle of Supreme and deal with everything that entails. You and Michael are left sitting in the backyard alone, though it’s only a moment before Michael slips Mallory’s gifts into the pocket of his coat.

“I figured we’d go to the hotel first and freshen up before going out. That sound okay?”

Considering you can feel the staleness of flying still lingering on you, that sounds like heaven to you. “Definitely. Wouldn’t want to scare my date off with how I look after a day of traveling.”

“Luckily for you, I have it on good authority that your date thinks you’re the most stunning person he’s ever seen, no matter your current appearance.”

You roll your eyes, but your cheeks are fucking burning right now. You bury your face in Michael’s shoulder under the guise of preparing for transmutation and say, “Just take us to the hotel.”

Within the blink of an eye you’re gone from Miss Robichaux’s backyard, with only the last notes of Michael’s delighted laugh remaining as evidence of your presence here.

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#michael langdon #michael langdon imagine #michael langdon imagines #michael langdon x you #mad love musings #american horror story imagine #american horror story #american horror story #american horror story imagines #ahs imagines #ahs imagine #ahs fanfiction

[lykaios2]

Hiiii! I’m KINDA new to tumblr and I love mutant mayhem! So I was wondering ing you could do mutant mayhem boys with an a lil sister who has autism and gets bullied but reader thinks it their joking, like how they joke around with her?

Leo: Ur friends Are bullying you-

Y/N: NUH UH

Raph: THE FYM “NUH UH”?!

thanks :)

autism is so silly

sometimes I think about the one time I told my dad that I might be autistic, to which he proceeded to say "eh, I don't know, I don't really see it in you" then I took two separate online tests and they both said I was highly likely

anyway enough about me because who wants to hear me rant about myself

whenever I do hcs I do this weird thing where I write the same situation 4 times in a row and then just tweak it a little bit so it doesn't look like the same thing and then just put the characters in the situation and make them do what I think they'd do but I'm gonna shut up now so

here you go! hope you enjoy ❤️

Leo:

-Leo isn't the best at dealing with bullies

-He still hasn't quite built up that confidence yet

-But if he were to ever see you getting bullied, he would stand up for you

-One day Leo's walking through the halls

-He spots you hanging out with your friends

-He stays and watches for a minute because he's glad to see you getting along with people

-But he slowly starts to tune in to what they're actually saying to you

-And he realizes that they're not getting along with you, they're bullying you

-He really wants to help, but he's never dealt with a bully before

-But for his sister, he could get over it

-He walks over to where you and starts trying to defend you

-He's so nervous, his voice is shaking a little

-You don't understand what he's doing, but he explains to you that they're not being nice

-Eventually the bullies leave, and you thank him for being so brave and standing up to them

-Which makes him very happy

Raph:

-Raph is absolutely one to start insulting them back

-If you're gonna talk smack about his sister, he's gonna talk smack about you

-One day, Raph drops you off with your friends, then meets up with his friends not too far away

-He occasionally looks your way to check on you

-But one time when he looks over at you, he notices all of your friends pointing and laughing

-It wouldn't set him off normally, but he saw they were pointing and laughing at you

-He paused him conversation and quickly made his way over to you

-You turned around as everyone's attention turned to the approaching figure

-Without hesitation he started going off on them

-Throwing out every insult he could come up with in his fit of rage

-One of them even started crying

-After he was done with them, he turned to you to make sure you were okay

-You were just confused

-You asked why he got so mad, and he starts yelling about how they were actually insulting you

-After he calms down, he brings you over to his friends and tells you to not hang out with those people again

Mikey:

-Mikey would try and resolve the situation peacefully

-He tries to tell people that it's not cool to bully others

-You take Mikey one day to meet your friends

-He knows you're not the best with people

-So he's excited to see that you've made friends on your own

-He introduces himself and starts getting along

-His sense of humor is good and he makes a lot of jokes

-But he starts to notice that a lot of the jokes get turned towards you

-He stops laughing when the jokes are made about you

-He tries telling your "friends" to knock it off

-They don't listen, so Mikey eventually starts lecturing them about their rude jokes

-They try to convince you that they weren't being genuine

-But Mikey pointed out to you that they were being a lot more mean than him or his brothers ever were

-They got fed up and walked away, claiming that Mikey was "being a buzzkill" and "should learn to lighten up"

-But you just thanked him for helping you

Donnie:

-Donnie has seen tons of TV and movies

-So he knows exactly what it's like when people get bullied

-And he likes to cut the problem off at the source

-One time he saw you hanging out with some people

-They were laughing and smiling, but then he started to listen in

-And he immediately recognized that they were laughing at you

-He walked over and grabbed your arm, trying to lead you away

-Confused, you asked what was happening

-He quickly made up some excuse to get you away before leaving

-After a minute, he turned around and apologized for taking you

-But he also told you that you were being bullied, and they weren't joking around like the turtles do

-He didn't want it to escalate and get your feelings hurt

-Because he's seen how bad bullying can get, and what it can do to people

-And he wouldn't ever want that for you

#leo mutant mayhem #donnie mutant mayhem #mikey mutant mayhem #raph mutant mayhem #tmnt mutant mayhem #teenage mutant ninja turtles #mutant mayhem #lykaios writes

[jennycalendar]

hello!!!! things to pontificate about. angel. i would just love to hear your thoughts about angel. and the rest of the fanged four. and know that im waiting for that jennyangel fic i really am. but yes! specifically i would love to hear any thoughts you have on the dynamic of jenny/angel/darla. because i think thats just. yeah. darla created angel and angel is such a huge part of jenny's life, and just. yeah. plus the attitude darla has about her soul is so different from angel's

ok so first of all this is such a hilarious question because -- i need you to know this -- i have a jenny/spike/drusilla vamp polycule fic in the works. so just the energy of you asking me about jenny + how she'd interact with the couple in the fanged four that i am NOT currently drafting a vamp polycule fic for is SOOOO FUNNY and also so wonderful bc it gives me an opportunity to really think here! i love you for this.

long wordy answers under the cut!

my thoughts on angel. hmm. i think i am mean to him a lot on this blog but i hope everyone here knows it's out of love. i think i want to see him and jenny have a Gothic Romance that is really fucked up. i think he and cordelia rewired my brain at 14 and i've never recovered -- there's no other love story with that specific friends-to-lovers energy in the buffyverse, and i LOVE that it grows out of the people we see them grow into! i love that btvs s1 angel and cordelia are not even remotely compatible long-term but ats angel and cordelia develop this incredible friendship that blossoms into a loving connection! and actually maybe a lot of this is just how i'm not normal about angel and cordelia, ever. i think angel on btvs and angel on ats are two different characters so when i'm beating angel on btvs over the head with a stick that has nothing to do with angel on ats and i hope we all know that. world's most favorite manpire. mr. dad. sings barry manilow and wants cordelia to say she loves him as a friend and colleague. is soooo normal.

i don't spend A Lot of time thinking about the fanged four simply because, again, not my circus not my monkeys, but i have a softness for them!!! spike i have mentioned i sorta steer clear of lately, but i would literally fucking kill a man for drusilla, who is done so dirty in canon and fanon alike, and i think all the time about jenny/drusilla because they would be so insanely obsessed with each other as vampires.

and darla...hmm. i have never quite felt like i know how to capture her voice in a way that's particularly nuanced, though that's never been a problem within my writing bc she really only cameos in, like, nocturne for two seconds? i think? i'm not usually writing things set in a time/place where darla would be around so she just kinda never shows up.

iiiii think jenny's take on darla would be one of just intense crushy interest, because darla holds absolute power over the man who has held absolute power over her. like there's something super aspirational about darla to jenny. darla meanwhile would probably initially harbor a lot of resentment towards jenny, but actually getting to know her would probably have her do a complete 180. (i think darla n drusilla would both be super fucking interested in jenny, who grew up in this family surrounded by every reason to hate them and still tried to find a way to forge her own path. they'd want her in the family.)

i also think though that IF turned, IN a situation where darla's still around, jenny and darla would be in a really intense competition for control of the family dynamic that would slowly but surely transition into a really intense romantic connection. so there would be a lot of Romantic Weirdness when it comes to jenny/angel/darla because both of them want his attention, and both of them want each other's attention, and both of them think that they should be the one in charge, and the entire time they're probably both having a lot of fun with it because it's a Sexy Slightly Violent Power Struggle. also angelus likes pretending that he has the capacity to put jenny in her place and jenny likes crushing him under her heel and darla really will look at that situation and go "that is 100 percent my baby girl" (and i do mean that in a sex way.) though i wonder if in this situation drusilla and jenny might have some weird vibes a la jenny and buffy? where there's a lot of similarities and so drusilla has some Older Sister resentment, because SHE had it hard, and now mom and dad know how to parent better and the baby is just getting SPOILED, and how is THAT fair?

#asks #headcanon #basically: vamp jenny. thank u for ur time

[zalrb]

did you like chronicles of narnia? i don't think I've ever seen you talking about it and i would love to hear your thoughts on the movies and/or the books if you have anything to say

hmm, yeah, i don't think i've ever spoken about the chronicles of narnia, i liked it a lot as a kid but it never really stayed with me as an adult probably because without getting into the blatant religious overtones, it really is quite heavy-handed and very much for children although i did write a paper in high school basically saying that while i was a fan of harry potter, the books just treaded on a lot of what narnia and lotr already did hahaha. some notes my teacher had about my premise, which is interesting

the first thing i ABSOLUTELY need to say about narnia is that as a kid, i read the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe many times. i read it at home (there was this actually this one audio book that me and dad listened to when that i really loved because of one line when lucy takes them to the wardrobe and it's still just a wardrobe and peter in the most sarcastic voice goes, "what a surprise" and i BURST out laughing particularly since i don't think that's even in the book??) then we read it in my grade 3 class and one day my teacher brought in turkish delight and i was freaking the fuck out because i always wanted to know what was SO good about turkish delight that edmund would sell out his entire fucking family, i was like i need to know what this tastes like. my teacher, miss k, took out this really pretty red tin and i was excited AS FUCK. then i tasted it. i don't think i have ever been more disappointed in my entire fucking life. i HATED it, i hated the texture, i hated the taste, i was furious. and i remember talking to my teacher because she was like you have to understand that they're growing up during the war and things like candy were a luxury and i was like fine but for THIS candy? no. absolutely not. no. nope. NOPE. flashforward to about three days ago, i'm scrolling through IG and there's this one reel where this woman was like, ok we need to discuss edmund and turkish delight again because i know we ate it and were like this is a mediocre treat (for me i actually almost threw up when i took a bite so a bit worse than mediocre) and she reread the passage where he eats it and c.s. lewis describes it as basically once you eat it, you just want to eat more so the woman in the reel was like edmund basically gave up his family for the kiddie version of cocaine so we should be more lenient and i was like LMAO fair.

so, for the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe i remember thinking the movie was pretty much exactly how i pictured the book. except for the white witch that's not how i pictured her but i was like, that's absolutely edmund and lucy and susan and peter, that is great casting and i particularly liked when mr. tumnus gets lucy to sleep because i thought the movie really elevated that part of the book and really leaned into the eeriness and creepiness of it. aslan's death was also very stressful for me.

OKAY. prince caspian. i haven't seen prince caspian since i saw it in theatres so i'm only going on what i remember from the movie, which is that i didn't like it, i didn't like the peter vs. caspian (ugh demon eyes) thing because that's not what happens in the book if i remember correctly and it seemed unnecessary and it made me uncomfortable because susan and caspian were having their little thing whatever that was and peter felt like his authority was threatened and it oddly felt like a weird love triangle because susan was caught in the middle and i was like i don't like any of this, please keep it. and i didn't like it so much that i didn't bother watching voyage of the dawn treader.

i really liked the magician's nephew, which is probably the most overlooked book of the series even though it starts it, i was obsessed with the wood between worlds as a kid, i just loved the way it was described

kind of like how i was obsessed with the ents in high school, lmao, i just harp on things sometimes, out of all of them, i actually think it's the most magical book.

[sharkneto]

Honestly you could write about your OCs buying groceries or something and id eat that up, your writing is great keep it up

Ah thank you! Around being busy with life, I've been in a little bit of a writing slump, so this is really quite kind of you to share with me <3 I'm so glad you enjoy them so much. I do spend a lot of time thinking of them just doing normal things, so maybe I should write more of that down :)

As a token of my thanks, I give you a snip of Normal Things from the Rob and Sarah Holiday Fic I both wrote too much and not enough of in December. <3

Quick context notes: Rob is the youngest of three - his older siblings are David (10 years older) and Julie (7 years older). Sara (note the spelling difference) is David's oldest daughter who just had a baby of her own.

Sarah luxuriates in her shower. Really enjoys the hot water massaging her back. The soft aroma of her soap. How the steam billows and fills the bathroom.

And most importantly how she’s the only one in the room. Alone. No Walters anywhere, not even her Walters.

When she thinks she’s pushed it as long as she can get away with, she reluctantly leaves the warmth to dry off and rejoin the chaos. Blowdrying her hair takes up a nice amount of time. She considers doing something fancier with it and her makeup to waste some more time, but she really has been in here for too long to be conscionable when there’s fifteen people in a two-bathroom house.

Time to return. She only has to make it through another couple days and then they’ll have the house to themselves again.

“You love them because you love Rob,” she reminds herself in the mirror. She does. There’s just so many of them. They’re everywhere.

In the hall, the door to the guest room is closed – Sara and/or Andrew must be catching up on missed sleep. Hopefully the baby is in there with them. Sarah doesn’t need Carol [Rob's mom] to try and hand it off to her again in a forceful push for those latent motherly feelings she’s apparently supposed to have.

She continues down the hall. It’s unexpectedly quiet, a softer rumble of voices than normal and Christmas music beating in the background, broken as Sarah makes it to the living room and Julie exclaims, “What is that?”

David, Julie, and Rob sit around the coffee table, leaning over a pad of paper. All three of them have their heads tilted over whatever is drawn on it.

David points at some part of it. “It’s a UFO.”

Rob squints. “I got that. How did you get to that from—?”

“No,” his brother interrupts. “No, I did the best drawing of what you wrote. Accurate to every degree.”

Julie snorts and flips the page back one.

Sarah walks over after another sweep of the room – the three siblings do seem to be the only ones here right now. She relaxes. “Are you guys playing Telestrations? Where is everyone?”

Rob brightens at her appearance. “Yes. And you want to play, I know you do. And go right after me.”

“A big group went with Mom and Dad for a walk around the neighborhood. Mom was weird about wanting to see the decorations in the daytime, but I wasn’t going to push it. It got her out of the kitchen and messing with Rob’s system in there. Half of mine went with Michael back to our hotel because someone forgot her phone and you know how you can’t survive family time without that,” Julie reports. “Sara and Andy are back with the baby. Hopefully sleeping.” Her gaze flicks to David, a look passing between them. “And I’m sure you’ve got better things to do than play a dumb game like Telestrations.”

“She definitely doesn’t,” Rob rushes to say. He pats the cushion next to him. “I don’t know why we’re trying to play this with three people, anyway. It works better with more.”

Sarah laughs. “How bad is he doing?” She leans over the back of the couch, hand resting on her husband’s shoulder. 

“Terribly,” Julie says cheerfully. She spins the notepad for Sarah to see better.

“It’s not that bad!” Rob defends. “They’re exaggerating like they always do.”

“You write like a drunk monkey,” Sarah says fondly, patting his shoulder twice in appeasement as he huffs. She looks at the scribbled line on the page, written words only by technicality. “’Cow jumped over the moon’?” she asks the group.

David pulls the pad back to himself as Rob holds a hand up in victory. “How.”

“You know,” Julie says, “one of these years I’ll finally remember to bring one of those primers my students struggling with handwriting get. I think it would really help you out. Just a little practice.”

“I’m not that bad! David always draws whatever he wants. It’s part of our game within the actual game.”

“Oh, Bobby,” Julie says with mock sincerity. “The game within the game is David always going after you so he can destroy how you can’t write words.”

“I’m a doctor!”

“Who can’t write. It’s a really heartwarming accomplishment, we’re very proud,” David says. He leans towards Sarah. “Where in this does it say ‘jumped’. I figured out how this says ‘cow’ and the loops I get how those are the o’s in ‘moon’. Where is the j.”

Sarah points to it. “It’s about finding up and down strokes. And you can’t count humps to figure out u’s and r’s versus m’s and n’s, he doesn’t count so you can’t either. Take in the whole shape. Sometimes he dots the i’s and j’s kind of near the letter they belong to, that helps a lot.”

Rob huffs again.

#thanks for the kind words! #nice things #it has never been relevant in HIT or JT that rob has doctor handwriting #but it is important to me that you all know that he has *atrocious* doctor handwriting #snips #i should have a rob tag #sarah

[calliecat93]

Well, we're at the end of 2023. I keep going back and forth, feeling like the year went on forever and like it just started. Weird, huh? So things in the world this year... yeah I don't need to say much on the state of things. All I can say is that I hope 2024 will be better... and that Trump doesn't make it into office. Things WILL get worse for everyone if that happens, and that's all I will say about it.

Anyways, my personal life. It actually wasn't too bad. I got to go on my first-ever cruise at the end of April and the first real vacation that I had had since I was a kid. It was such an amazing time~! I even got to hug Mickey Mouse for the first time in 20 years~! Speaking of though, I've done a hard step away from animation. I still reblog stuff, but I'm not as into looking into things like voice actors or history and stuff anymore. The past few years of industry drama utterly drained me and killed a lot of my love and passion for entertainment in general, and it was time to realize that, step back, and let myself begin just enjoy watching things again. Which I have been doing slowly. It's sad, but accepting that I don't want a part of the animation world and remain a casual fan was the right thing to do. I'll always love it, but I don't want to be a part of that world as a career or anything anymore.

Doing so has helped me decide on what I want to do though. Mom had been trying to convince me for years to get into culinary since I both liked it and was good at it. I was reluctant because it's VERY high stress... but I've gotten really into baking and I've decided that I'd like to pursue that as a career. It's fun, not so stressful that I can't handle it, and I'm good at it. I'm hoping to go back to school as the community college here has a culinary program where I can get a baking certification. But yeah, it was a life change that needed to happen.

Otherwise, this was one of my calmer years. There wasn't some major family tragedy for the first time in like five years, Thank God. I turned 30... so I'm old. We adopted out dog Dante that past December and I utterly love him with all my heart. I got my learner's permit a few days ago so I'm one step closer to being able to get my life going. I've fully accepted being sapphic and once I can drive and stuff I'd like to be able to start maybe dating for the first time. I think overall I finally realized how stilted my life had become since my dad died in 2018, but I lacked any motivation and drive to change it or do anything. IDK what's changed, but I want to start living my life and continuing to make progress on that is my goal for 2024.

Fandom life has been a lot slower. Probably as a result of me realizing that I should actually focus on my real life. But it's not dead either. RWBY Volume 9 finally came out and while I almost quit when it did, I stuck to it. I'm glad I did because it's now my favorite volume of the show and while I'm honestly convinced V10 won't happen, if it does I'll be here for it. My TOS passion got reignited, so much so that I had to make a sideblog to contain it all. I haven't really gotten into anything new, really with the state of things, I'm almost afraid to even try any new shows. Like I said, I've been focusing on just enjoying stuff again so it's just been whatever I see around getting reblogged. I guess that made things dull on here, but it did good for me, and in the end that's what I use this blog for. I've even started to get back into fanfic writing after all the RT drama got to me so bad I quit after finally getting over my writing anxiety. But I hope that's a good sign of finally moving forward.

Overall, I know that the world is in dire straits right now. My personal life wasn't too bad this year, but it sucks to think bout how so many have suffered and I can't really do anything about it. Like I said, I hope that 2024 will be better for everyone. Regardless I hope that you all have a Happy New Year and as we enter Year 12 of the blog, I thank you all once again for having stuck with me. See you all in 2024~!

[safyresky]

This was the most anticlimactic finale I have EVER seen in my life??

IT WAS SO. ANTICLIMACTIC. LIKE. THE MAD SANTA AND SCOTT STANDOFF? THE UN-NUTCRACKERING OF MY BOY???? SANDRA'S POWERS??? I JUST. WHERE IS THE GROWTH. WHY CAN'T THEY GIVE US MORE TIME FOR ALL THE GROWTH. AH. BAD!

On that note, tho, things I actually quite liked, maybe even LOVED???? I thoroughly enjoyed the episode. Well, MOST of it. Especially:

Betty and Olga's whole toymaking thing lol that was cute and sweet

NOEL! EVERYTHING NOEL! TAKING CHARGE! BROKERING A PEACE! AMAZING

Kris tagging along, lol, what a vibe. "Holy crap! Ice bergs???!?!?!?!" (chokes on a bug)

Mad Santa and Olga acknowledging their toxicity with one another

Sandra calling Cal Buddy, THANK YOU QUEEN

Sandra's whole VIBE tbh. The witchy/goth prom look, her powers being like. Based on Christmas spirit!

Betty and Olga AGAIN, I really really REALLY loved how that went and LOVED how they were like "we're really quite the same"

Meanwhile Noel and the rest of the gnomes are like "Oh! Glad y'all caught up! Tea?"

Good for Magnus, going back and performing!! Good for him!!! I loved seeing him THRIVE with the sax!!!

and I'm really glad Magnus was like "Kris's place made me feel JOY", we LOVE TO SEE PEOPLE WITH CHRISTMAS SPIRIT REASSURED AND VALIDATED!

Everything about Mrs. Claus tbh. Carol, my belovedddddd~ freaking out about Buddy and and and having the RANGE, GOD, Elizabeth Mitchell fans, you are all SO RIGHT!

So basically everything that DIDN'T involve Santa? I'm kinda shooketh. Why was that episode so chill compared to all the other ones??? I obtained MINIMAL psychic damage (perhaps I have an immunity now??? WHO'S TO SAY!)

Santa's lines are all delivered so unenthusiastically and he just. GOD. You know how in The Christmas Invasion Ten looks at Harriet Jones, Prime Minister, then goes over to her assistant and is like "doesn't she look tired"? I feel like we could totally do that to Tomothy and just. End him. Then and there.

KRIS. He's really cool. Like I unironically enjoy him. He a little naive but BOY DOES HE HAVE THE SPIRIT! AND I LOVE THAT! Honestly, they could've had him be the next Santa and he'd be AMAZING at it tbh! he was very underused and that was a SHAME. Remember in episode 1 when we saw his dad for like 3 seconds and I thought "wow we could have a whole father figure angle here!" as if the writing in this show could actually decently do something like this

Get his ass count for this episode: about 5

Again, I keep getting hung up on the weird choices and the lore????????

Weird choices: having the underlying theme of Betty/Olga fight being I WANT THAT TOY NO IT'S MINE was weird?? You could've done it differently to get them to the Workshop to chat. you could have had them call one another out with their toymaking skills? And go from there?????? IT WOULD'VE BEEN EASY TO DO

Weird choices: Bringing Kris up??? I LOVED it, he was perf comedic relief--like, if anyone in this universe should have loony toon powers (see: him appearing in the cell behind Mad Santa and everyone being like OH YOU'RE HERE TOO), it's Kris. 100%

My mood @ Kris is very much:

yes. I made a meme about it. I just really appreciate him, especially in this episode? HE'S JUST FULL OF CRIBMAS SPIRIT!!! FUCK!

Lore things I had issues with:

1. "But a witch...born at the North Pole...could!"

2. "You've got a history"/"I've read your history! You were a GREAT Santa!" and also "Way to go Noel! I always KNEW you'd make a great head elf!"

3. "Storied apex of the globe"

(not direct quotes)

"But a witch...born at the North Pole...COULD"

As a disclaimer: I quite like Sandra having cribmas witch magic, and I like the idea that she's a lil different bc of being born at the Pole. HOWEVER. The execution/explanation is...mid. WHY is it that Sandra being a human witch born at the NP CAN un-nutcracker Cal??? Where is the EXPLANATION!??!!? WHAT ABOUT IT MAKES HER DIFFERENT FROM OTHER WITCHES? IS IT BECAUSE OF THE "storied apex of the globe" COMMENT NOEL MAKES WHEN HE'S BEING A BAMF AND HYPING UP THE GNOMES? IS IT LEY LINES??? LIKE. WHAT IS THE EXPLANATION?

I would be FINE with suspending my disbelief if they had maybe just GIVEN THE CONCEPTS AND CHARACTERS TIME TO GROW!!! You could've rewritten the whole entire "we're stealing doing Easter!" episode and instead SOLELY FOCUS ON MAGIC. Have Befana react more mildly and go "this is different, come along" and bring Sandy to her lil cabin while they try to figure it out and THEN drop the "she was born at the NP and this is why she ca do such a powerful spell" and then have someone go what why?? AND BOOM. BEFANA GIVES US EXPOSITION, WE LEARN, SANDRA CAN HAVE A PLOTTY ARC WHERE SHE'S LIKE "no, I can't do that, that's. Girl that's crazy" to have the build to her un-nutcrackering Buddy have more of an OOMPF, you know? IT'S THAT EASY. ARGH.

2. "you've got a history/I've read your history" (A) and "I always knew you could do it Noel!" (B)

2. a) HOW COULD YOU HAVE READ THE HISTORY WHEN THE ELVES RIPPED OUT THE PAGE AND BURNT IT? WAS IT YOUR SANTA SENSES? HELLO? IF SO, WHY DIDN'T THEY SHOW US MORE OF THAT?? MAYBE SUBPLOT FOR SCOTT WHILE SANDY IS LEARNING ABOUT HER COOL MAGIC, HE'S LIKE OKAY. INTO THE YULE VERSE, LET'S LEARN ABOUT MAD SANTA. AND GIVE IT SOME PROPER TIME TO BE ESTABLISHED! LET SCOTT SEE HOW MAGNUS WAS BEFORE HE GOT PARANOID AND DISPATCHED BY THE ELVES! THEN MAYBE. JUST MAYBE. THE ANTI-CLIMATIC SANTA VS SANTA SHOWDOWN WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN AS ANTI-CLIMACTIC BECAUSE SCOTT BE KNOWING THAT MAGNUS WAS GOOD AND IS JUST HAVING SOME RELATABLE ISSUES, AND THE PAYOFF WOULD BE BETTER!

2. b)

OH REALLY. DID YOU SANTA? DID YOU? BECAUSE I HAVE MOTHER FUCKING RECEIPTS:

I REST MY FUCKING CASE, SANTA.

(also I got a DAMN GOOD Noel snip. You GO NOEL. SHOW SCOTT WHO'S THE FUCKING BOSS! YEAH!!!! YEAH BABY!!!)

3. "The storied apex of the globe."

YOU CAN'T JUST DROP THIS ON ME. ON ALL OF US. AND NOT ELABORATE. ARE YOU IMPLYING THAT ALL THE STORY CREATURES LIVE AT THE NORTH POLE BC IT'S AN APEX? A NEXUS? FUCKING ELABORATE ON THAT! ADD IT TO THE REWRITTEN STEAL EASTER EPISODE. STOP DUMPING LORE WITHOUT ELABORATING. WHAT! DOES! IT! MEAN! AHHHHH (explodes)

(reconstitutes)

Whew! Glad I got all that out of my system!!!

Other odds and ends that did NOT hit:

"I went to MIT" I'm with Edie on this one tbh. Also, where is the MUFFIN institute of tech. At the North Pole? WHERE??? YOU CAN'T DROP HINTS THAT ALL MAGICAL CREATURES ARE THERE AND NOWHERE ELSE WITH AN AREA THAT SMALL. THAT'S WHY CRYSTAL SPRINGS IS A GD CONTINENT OF A LANDMASS!!!! AH!

ANTICLIMACTIC SANTA VS SANTA MOMENT! IT WAS SO DRY AND DROLL AND JUST. IT DID N O T HIT. SEE ABOVE POINTS.

ALL OF SANTA SCOTT'S BITS. SO FLAT AND DRY!!!!! SOMEONE PUSH HIM OFF A ROOF AND MAKE SURE HE S T A Y S DOWN

Mad Santa about 100 times: "I'M NOT A DUMB STUPID HUMAN LIKE YOU" THEN WHAT ARE YOU?!?!?!?!?!?

I AM ONCE AGAIN ASKING FOR CAROL TO HAVE MORE OF AN ARC THAN "overbearing mom" AND "token WE PASSED FEMINISM" rep, especially with Elizabeth Mitchell putting her WHOLE ASS SELF INTO IT! SHE HAS THE RANGE! A SHAME SHE'S STUCK WITH FLAT ASS TOMOTHY AND GLASS CEILING REFERENCES!!!

HECK, I'D LOVE IT IF BOTH PARENTS HAD MORE TIME TO REALIZE THEY WEREN'T BEING GREAT! OR EVEN, DIDN;T HAVE THAT PLOTLINE AND WERE JUST TRYING TO BE SUPPORTIVE BUT NOT SURE HOW TO GO ABOUT IT AND MAKING MISTAKES BUT LEARNING TO FIX EM!

I sighed loud enough to wake the entire neighbourhood ALL TWO REWATCHES WHEN THEY SHOEHORNED THE MOVIE FLASHBACKS IN. WHEN THEY REVEALED THAT KRIS WAS THE HOUSE OF KAYAK KID FROM TSC 1. WHEN THEY THREW ALL THE OLD "he is drinking out of the mug SEE IT'S ALWAYS BEEN HERE" flashback sequence in. uGH S T O P!!!! IT WAS BAD IN THE THIRD MOVIE AND IT'S W O R S E IN THE SERIES

(in Yzma voice) WHY DOES HE EVEN HAVE THAT AMULET? BC HE'S SECRETIVE? GIVE ME MORE INFO!!! (flips a table)

CURTIS EXPLODED. CURTIS WENT TO KRIBBLE KRABBLE AND NEVER CAME BACK. WAS THAT BEFORE OR AFTER HE EXPLODED??? (@shittyelfwriter and I both agree AFTER lol)

I figure he was patient 0 for Curtis-itis, hence the name! Maybe almost 'sploded but instead went nope! I need to kribble krabble!

I mean, he would uphold it, of course, the MOMENT after he became head elf bc he loves rules so heckin much lol

Regardless, MAKE UP YOUR MIND!

An aside: I read an article talking about that piece of info and the person who wrote it was like "Curtis stans will be happy to know (we know you're out there!)"

(me, squinting) where. where. I don't see them. I see the Elizabeth Mitchell/Carol stans (on occasion. I stumble into them like I made a wrong turn lol). The Bernard stans (how could you NOT see them they're everyone lol), The JACK STANS (guilty as fucking charged), but have yet to see CURTIS STANS. Mostly just Curtis appreciators??? y'all are cool tho. He is a funky lil stressed out nerd. Deffs NOT a management guy lol. Give him a couple hundred or so more years first :-)

HOW AND WHY DID MAGNUS GO INTO THE JAIL. WE ARE MISSING A SCENE. BIG TIME. WHERE DID IT GO. YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE CUT THAT ONE MY DUDES. MAYBE THE FLUFFY EATS A FLY WHILE IN THE SLEIGH BIT SHOULD'VE BEEN AXED INSTEAD SINCE FLIES DON'T GO THAT HIGH! WHY IS MAD SANTA THERE AND H O W DID HE PASS THE BLOCKADE OF PEOPLE??? HELLO???

Just. Just let Cal go to prom. Don't bring prom to him. Please. Please let him and Riley have ONE brain cell at LEAST. Technology isn't rotting our brains THAT badly. It's just pushing censoring and making younger gens forget what critical thinking skills are!

God, now I sound like Tomothy. VIBE CHECK ON AISLE SAFYRESKY!

Also, Riley, stop trying to steal @snowqueenjacqueline's DRIP GIRLIE. LIGHT BLUE? SNOWFLAKES? WHAT'S JACQUELINE SUPPOSED TO WEAR TO NORTH POLE PROM NOW?!?!!?

And I think that's it?? I think I got it all out of my system. WHEW.

Season thoughts: Ouch. Brain hurty. Andie you were SO RIGHT with the disjointed bit. TOO MUCH LORE. TOO MUCH THROWING BACK. NOT ENOUGH EXPLANATIONS/GROWING TIME. CHARACTER ARCS ARE ONCE MORE NONEXISTENT. THEY JUST HAPPEN AND WE DON'T SEE THEM. SOMEHOW BETTER THAN SEASON 1???? BUT STILL. NOT GREAT! Mid, mostly. Not great! Nothing to write home about tbh.

And now. I end this lengthy ass review with some snips of my FAVOURITE part of the entire season:

#dani speaks #the santa clause #the santa clauses #tscs spoilers #tscs meta #tscs wank #there's a bit of both. but quite honestly?? overall??? #this episode was enjoyable. high rewatchability #and uh. heh. and screencap ability huehuehuheuheue #the last santa gets wasted image gave me a gr8 idea. will post in a mo #huehuehuehuehue #tscs #tscs2 #dani watches tscs2 #long post