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saintslewis · 2 months

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❝ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒 ❞

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!journalist reader

summary: a lil joke thing i wanted to write because homeboy is bringing home the big bucks 🤭

warnings: just read 🫵🏽 this is a crack fic lol

saint’s team radio 🎀: don’t take this all too seriously 😭 hope y’all enjoy plus who know i’ll actually make it into a thing 🧍🏽‍♀️

tags: @alika-4466 @purplelewlew @exotic-iris13 @arshiyuh @mauvecherie-writes @yeea-nah @youre-sooooo-funny @louvrepool @queenshikongo3 @cherry2stems @httpsserene @motheroffae

Being an independent journalist in this sport wasn’t easy at all but only within the parameters of any paddock around the world as most journalists rarely agreed with you, being neutral about anything in f1 wasn’t your thing.

Speaking your mind as the race went on was what set you apart from the rest, along with your humour and your honesty towards drivers and team principals. Not to mention you were extremely biased, keeping your liking to three to five drivers but only one occupied your mind every time you think about him.

I think you know who I’m talking about.

Your support for Lewis goes back to 2015, discovering the sport and immediately wanting to put your journalism skills to the test, aiming for the f1 paddock to at least catch a glimpse of the most talked about driver. Quickly building up a blog and several other social media accounts, you got to telling the world your thoughts and feelings for every race and your supporters rooted for you to achieve your goal.

Having the opportunity to attend thee race in 2020 as a guest of F1, you arrived at the Turkish Grand Prix with your head held high and a dress so gorgeous that it sparked rumours between you and the driver you were writing about. Not to mention the hug he gave you when you first met in the Mercedes garage, praising and thanking you for the support over the years. He’s been watching you and your work. That made your heart so warm.

Then he won his 7th world championship, breaking all records and that day, he deemed you his lucky charm.

And since then, it’s been a work wife-work husband friendship between you two. Fans constantly shipping you too, the clips of your shared interviews at the media pen of the intense eye contact and even off-track sightings once in a while such as a quick lunch.

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The atmosphere in Australia was unlike anything you’ve ever seen in your career, the paddock was practically painted red, Ferrari red to be specific. Everyone eager for Lewis to arrive as his first season as a driver for the legendary team.

Deciding to subtly support him and his new team, you rocked maroon everything, not yet ready to fully embrace the extreme bright red. It just might be your new favourite colour, from your hair right down to the tips of your high heeled boots.

Whilst setting your camera equipment up (gracefully given to you by Ferrari themselves), you couldn’t help but reminisce back to the year before of when he told you he was leaving Mercedes, a single facetime call in the nighttime.

“You made me pause the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, this better be good.” You said, placing the popcorn bowl down on your coffee table. Giving him squinted eyes, he just smiled at you.

“Are you alone right now?” He asked and that set aback for a bit. “You tryna do something funny, Lewis? Because you’re in Monaco right now and I’m at my house.” You raised your eyebrow at him, hiding how nervous you were to even suggest that to him but thankfully, he took it as a joke.

“No no, I’ve got some big news and I wanted to tell you before it gets out.” He replied, seeing how you stood up and placed your phone on your kitchen counter to prepare for this. “Okay, I’m ready. What’s up?” You clasped your hands together, not prepared to hear what came out of his mouth next.

“I’m moving to Ferrari next year.”

“You’re lying.” And all he did was smile as he saw your face drop at this news. He shook his head and that woke you to run around your apartment screaming. Running back to your phone, he was still there but just laughing his lungs out.

“Give me the details right now or else I’ll fly there. I’m not playing, Lew.”

A small smile was plastered on your face as you racked through the memories of that night and till that day, you still couldn’t believe it even though it was right in front of you. The media pen became louder and louder as you continued to mic yourself up along with connecting the mic to the camera and you immediately knew who caused the stir.

He already had such an aura surrounding him so much so that you could feel him whenever he entered the room. You were aware he arrived earlier and most likely changed but seeing the official team shirt on him was odd but fitting.

Lewis had a simple routine whenever he got to the media pen: everyone else then you because his time with you could be lengthened and he was so damn grateful that it was a Thursday because it meant even more time just walking around the paddock pretending it’s an interview when really, you guys were just spending time together.

After all the drivers had their interviews with you, laughing as they walked away because of some joke you told or happy that you asked different questions than everyone else. The man of the hour strolled over to your section with a look in his eye that gave you a shiver down your spine.

“Do not give me that look, Lewis. It’s weird seeing you in that shirt.” You said as he leaned against the barricade, maintaining eye contact with you. “I’m just taking in the red on you, it’s your colour.” He smirked at the reaction from you, the slight shock from the tone of his voice.

There was always a tad bit of tension between the two of you, feeling that twinge of a spark whenever he merely touched you. As you worked with over the years, you wanted your crush on him to diminish because that would just be unprofessional but he did not seem to care. At all. Often being spotted at various places together that he claimed were just two friends hanging out but just one look from him could have you in the clouds of days.

“Uh..huh. Wanna get these questions done or you wanna keep staring?” You asked with sass, watching him tilt his head a little and maintaining eye contact. “We can go right ahead, Y/n.” Lewis replied and you knew this was going to be a long interview.

Several questions later with a bunch of tension that you were sure the viewers would catch, you discreetly turned the camera to ask one of your infamous unserious questions that you did with every driver and you were sure this one were to get a laugh out of Lewis.

Holding the little card in front of you, you grinned with your left eye closing slightly more than the other. “It’s one of my favourite parts of any interview, unserious question time.” You said. “How unserious are we speaking here?” He asked with the slightest grin on his face just admiring you do your job.

“Only if you promise to answer it.” You said, holding out your manicured pinkie finger and Lewis hooked his with yours, solidifying the promise. “Okay okay, the whole world was shocked on how much Ferrari wanted you so much so that they literally doubled your salary.” You started.

“It’s now sitting at a hundred million a year. My question to you is who you gonna share it with and will it be me?”

“If you’re being serious, then it can be you.” He smiled and in that moment, your stomach dropped.

“Carl Davidson, I’m not playing around. Are you being for real?” You asked, lowering your voice so that no one could hear a thing.

He leaned in a bit more to whisper his next answer. “As real as you meeting me later on for dinner.” Lewis faced you then winked, walking away with your face still in shock. After standing there for what felt like forever, you felt your phone vibrate with a text from the man himself.

lew <3

you look gorgeous in red btw

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yourusername “anything you want, princess” — lewis hamilton.

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user give me your game card

user you’re eating the red wig DOWN

spinzbeatsinc oh for him to buy me a g wagon

yourusername you already have one???

user you gold digging bitch

user no ways 😭

user not you using him for his money

user think about it, what is he gonna do with so much??

fan she got the chance and she took it, i gotta respect it

user i hope this is a hard launch because i’ve been shipping these two for YEARS

user me too!!

lewishamilton just say the word 🫡

yourusername 🤭🤭🤭🤭

saint’s team radio (again) 🎀: hope you all enjoyed! again, this is like a crack fic lol. there’s so many stories that’ll be released soon i’m excited 🥹 okay bye!

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auteurdelabre · 4 months

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Something to fight for: holiday vignette

Rating: 18+ (smattering of smut)

Summary: You and Joel return from a holiday party tipsy (and horny).

Warnings: titty sucking!

A/n: wanted to give you STFF fans a little something sweet for the holiday season! I got lots of vignettes coming your way in the new year with these two! Happy holidays y'all!

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"Joel shhhh!" You whisper as you both stumble into the house on Rancher Street.

"I'm bein' quiet!" Joel exclaims in a loud whisper.

"You two are both being fucking loud," Maria announces with a groan as she struggles to a stand. Tommy is at her elbow helping her over to where you and Joel drunkenly lean against one another.

"You're lucky Sarah is out like a light," Tommy smiles at you and his brother. "Think she had a sugar crash."

"Thanks to this one," Maria says elbowing Tommy lovingly. She takes one look at your bleary eyes and sighs. "I assume the neighbors Christmas party was a good one?"

"Mhmm," you nod with a dopey smile. "They had festive punch."

"Yep," Joel nods, trying to appear sober. "But she mighta overindulged," he says pressing his forehead against your temple

"Me? Who had to stop you from doing Santa baby on karaoke?"

"I woulda sounded good!"

"I know baby!" You slur, cupping his face in your hands. "It's just that you wanted to do it without pants!"

Maria and Tommy giggle, breaking you and Joel from your disagreement.

"I miss those days," Maria says patting her swollen belly. "The second this baby is out I want a fucking margarita!"

"Deal," you say exuberantly.

"Thanks for babysitting Sarah tonight so we could go to the party," Joel says giving his brother a clap on the back. "We owe ya."

"I'll remember that when this little guy arrives," Tommy warns, placing a loving hand on Maria's belly. "Night night guys."

You and Joel wave goodbye to your friends (and technically family) and stay standing braced against the island in the kitchen for a moment.

"It was a nice party," you say smiling.

"T'was," Joel agrees. "I liked those little cheese things."

"Mmmm," your say nodding.

Your eyes fall to a packaged something on the counter and you let out a small squeak.

"I wanna build a gingerbread house!"

"They musta brought it for Sarah."

"I'll get her a new one tomorrow," you promise as you open the glossy packaging. "I want her to wake up to this one!"

"That's a great idea, baby," Joel says making a move towards the bedroom. He stops when your hand snakes around his wrist.

"You gotta help me!"

Joel turns his puppy dog eyes on you. "I'm tired, honey."

"Hi Tired," you say giggling as if that's the funniest thing you've ever said. "I need your help! Please!"

Joel's sleepy smile quickly turns into something more mischievous. His voice slides down an octave as he comes to stand behind you. "And what do I get in return?"

"A happy wife?" You offer with a beam, starting to set up the supplies on the island counter.

"Uh huh," Joel murmurs, his hands going to the hem of your skirt and raising slowly. "What else you got ta' offer me, Mrs Miller?"

Joel always gets more twangy when he drinks. It makes you smile. He also gets very horny and you know exactly what he's up to.

You quickly spin out of his arms, tugging him by the hip to stand next to you.

"Look at all this kit comes with!" You say redirecting his attention to the supplies on the counter. There's the gingerbread walls and roof, a litany of colorful candies, and a bag of white icing.

"Let's get building, Miller."

Twenty minutes and you both drunkenly trying to build this gingerbread house, you admit defeat.

"It looks horrible."

"Nah," Joel says sliding his arm around your waist. "It looks great."

"Joel, the walls aren't even standing up," you pout.

"It's creative."

"The candy keeps falling off," you scowl. "Stupid icing is shit."

"Honey," Joel says nuzzling your temple with his nose. "It's great. Sarah'll love it. It's got candy."

You sigh heavily, leaning against Joel.

"Maybe she can decorate more of it tomorrow. We have some stuff leftover," you say motioning to the candy and icing at your elbow.

Joel can see the disappointment in your sleepy eyes and he gives an indulgent smile. You always get sleepy when you drink.You also look really sexy to Joel when you're sleepy.

Joel reaches to the counter and pops one of the circular peppermint balls into his mouth, sucking loudly.

"Joel!" You admonish. "Those are for S-"

The words die in your throat as Joel tugs down the front of your dress, exposing your breasts to the night air.

"All night I wanted to put my mouth on these," Joel huffs against your neck, hands coming to cup your warm tits. "Looked so fucking good at the party."

His thumbs drift over your hardened nipples, making you squirm. His tongue moves the peppermint into the pouch if his cheek, causing one side to bulge.

"Couldn't wait to get you home," Joel continues, his hips pushing yours into the island. You can feel him hard between you.

You look at your husband with deep need. He looks so fucking handsome, smells so good with his neck spritzed with cologne and his mouth of peppermint.

You watch him raise his fingers to his pouty mouth, fishing the glossy candy from between his lips. You watch in quiet fascination as Joel drags the slick peppermint against your hardened nipples.

"Joel-"

You give a small gasp of delight that turns into a groan as Joel's mouth finds each one, sucking and tasting. Your hands card through his hair as you tilt back, giving into the sensation of his full mouth on your skin, his wide hands kneading your tits, the flick of his tongue against your nipples.

"You taste so good honey," he murmurs against your throat as he pulls his mouth from your breasts.

You give a strangled moan before launching your face at his. You kiss him fiercely. You're hands on his collar as his arms wrap around your middle just before you break from him, face flushed.

"Joel take me to bed," you whimper, pressing gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Please."

"Anything you say, Mrs Miller," Joel smiles, pulling you up into his arms.

You wrap your legs around his waist, arms slung around his neck as you tug his mouth back to yours. He kisses so* well.

You're halfway to the stairs when you pull back from his kiss, eyes wide.

"Wait Joel."

"What is it honey?"

"Grab the icing."

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agendabymooner · 10 months

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she's everything... and he's just mick ! mick s. x ofc (filipino!nanny!ofc)

summary: in the first race of the season, the vettels made their appearance as a family of three (or four) as kimi vettel debuts as the newest vettel of the grid and a mick schumacher fan. OR let me introduce barbara elisandra 'barbie' blanco - the woman that the vettel couple fostered for years who now takes care of the two year old boy alongside kimi's uncle mick.

content warning: smau + article. quality kimi vettel (oc) content, some hater getting ratio'd, lewis is a retired king (yes king get that rest), everyone loving kimi, barbie and mick = barbie and ken, three racing team admins fighting on the comment section, drivers also fighting in the comment section (ate = term of endearment)

note: i told y'all i'm gonna continue on with the kimi vettel/crazy rich wife saga 😭 and to all of the users who made my favourite f1 fics— i see you 👀 i’m here and i’m lurking and i’m enjoying

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barblanco posted a story !!!

tagged mickschumacher, belongvettel

liked by barblanco, georgerussell63, lewishamilton

mercedesamgf1 to answer your question: YES, we got our new mercedes ambassador not one- but TWO mercedes cars. uncle mackie said to get him one, but uncle toto said make it double✌️

lewishamilton those are some nice whip, kimi! you don't mind if you take them for a spin with roscoe, do you? 🐶🥶 liked by mercedesamgf1

mercedesamgf1 kimi has a lot of furry friends, but the vettels said there's always room for one more!

user1 as we said: BEST VETTEL IN THE GRID

user2 mickschumacher is slowly transforming kimi vettel into a mini mick schumacher and i am here to sit and admire 🥰

mercedesamgf1 like father, like son 🤗

georgerussell63 still upset he wouldn't let go of mick 🙂 liked by mercedesamgf1

mercedesamgf1 there's always a next time george!

mickschumacher look at my boy!!! ❤️🤍 liked by mercedesamgf1

belongvettel we started seeing double when he wore that race suit 😅 thank you so much for your warm welcome! kimi definitely loved being around you all and we're looking forward to attend a couple more rounds! 😍 liked by mercedesamgf1

mercedesamgf1 anything for our newest favourite vettel!!!

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user1 how many outfit changes did he have to go through this week what 😭😭

user2 i think some photos were taken in different days 🤔

user3 bel's nightmare is seeing him in a race suit and a powered car 😂 makes me wonder how it went for the first few days

user4 i'm looking forward to seeing the vettels' gridwalk interview!!

f1 us too! 🥰

scuderiaferrari his name is KIMI and VETTEL for a reason f1

redbullracing ur so silly 🤪

mercedesamgf1 no you two are 🤣 scuderiaferrari redbullracing

user5 why are these teams fighting in the comment section?

landonorris he'd look nice on a papaya suit tbh

mickschumacher nah uh

georgerussell63 absolutely not.

maxverstappen1 look at him! can't wait to have a rbr sebastian 2.0 in the grid

mickschumacher ❌ wrong try again ❌

carlossainzjr false news max ❌

landonorris you couldn't be any more wrong lad ❌

charles_leclerc i disagree verstappen ❌

alex_albon belongvettel which team do you think kimi would compete for?

belongvettel none of them because seb won't take him racing on such dangerous places 🙂

mickschumacher boooooo that's not mercedes 👎

tagged belongvettel, barblanco, ginaschumacher

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ginaschumacher i actually came to see barbie and kimi but maybe mom went to see you? 😺

mickschumacher 😑

estebanocon its getting so obvious mick 😭

user1 what is getting obvious??? estie???

landonorris s-tier simping tbh 🙃

user2 y'all telling me mick is simping for kimi's nanny? 😏

user3 seb's about to act up frfr 😉

belongvettel my two boys!!! liked by mickschumacher

user4 HER TWO BOYS??? MICK REALLY IS A VETTEL 😍

barblanco you did sooooo good getting those points, mick! (i'm only learning about f1 please don't be mad) ❤️👏 liked by mickschumacher

mickschumacher thank you, liebe! i'm sure seb and i will be able to teach you more about it!

user5 no because it really is obvious 😺

user6 reading the fast lane daily article, i agree that she lives up to her name barbie bc she really can do anything 😻 i dont blame u for liking her liked by mickschumacher

user7 "liked by mickschumacher" LMAO OBVIOUS MUCH?! this man is giving "wahpsssshhh" energy fr

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 5 months

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Doctor's Assistant chapter 2

Note: 'tis the season! chapter 1.

Warnings: mention of cheating.

pairing: Doctor!Sihtric x Assistant!Reader/You (f) (x Doctor!Sigtryggr).

summary: Some Christmas decorations changed everything between you and Sihtric.

wordcount: 5,4k

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Yule.

It was another early morning when you heard footsteps come up the narrow stairs of the doctor's practice, and you turned around to find Doctor Ivarsson gazing at the front desk.

'Oh,' Sigtryggr smiled at the festively decorated desk, 'you've been busy, huh?'

'I have,' you chuckled as the doctor gave you a firm hug.

'It looks great, darling,' Sigtryggr said, and looked at the Christmas garland that was draped over the welcome desk.

You had decorated the green garland with small ornaments and, above your desk, you had put up some slowly blinking Christmas lights, and a small Christmas tree was positioned next to your desk.

'Thanks,' you smiled while you both admired the jolly decorations, 'I wasn't sure if you guys were going to decorate anything, so I took it upon myself, as Christmas is approaching.'

'Yeah, Sihtric and I don't celebrate Christmas,' Sigtryggr said and chuckled, 'we're both pagan. We celebrate Yule in our own ways. At home I do decorate, but we don't decorate the practice. In fact,' Sigtryggr scoffed, 'I don't think Sihtric decorates at all, not even at home.'

'Not even at home?' you asked, stunned.

'Nah, he's, eh… his childhood sucked. At least me and my brother tried to make this time of year somewhat festive when we were young,' the doctor explained, 'but Sihtric had no one. And he still has no one. So he's not really used to,' Sigtryggr gestured at the decorations, 'this kind of stuff.'

'You think he won't like it?' you asked, suddenly feeling a little insecure as you felt your heart sank.

A few weeks had passed since your first work day at the new practice, and you had really grown fond of both doctors and their constant flirting with you and bickering about you. But you were especially fond of Sihtric, which made your crush on him even worse, and you actually weren't sure anymore if it was still just a crush. Every day he was a flirt and a tease and every day, when you had lunch together, you noticed he opened up a little more to you, but he hadn't brought up much about his past yet. You only knew he was a Dane, that he had no living family anymore, and that he had been single for a while. But that was as private as your conversations had gotten.

'Oh, no,' Sigtryggr said as he noticed your sudden insecurity, 'he'll love the decorations. I actually think you should decorate our offices too,' he smiled and nudged your shoulder, 'if you want to of course.'

'I'd like that,' you smiled and leaned against the tall doctor.

And Sigtryggr was right. When Sihtric arrived at work, he had a beaming smile on his face once he saw the decorated front desk, but he became serious when he saw Sigtryggr's arm around you.

'What did I tell you about getting near my future wife?' Sihtric asked with a stern look on his face, while he desperately tried to fight a grin before he pulled you in for a regular good morning hug.

'Whatever,' Sigtryggr rolled his eyes and left for his office, much to both yours and Sihtric's pleasure.

'Good morning, sugar,' Sihtric said as he squeezed you in his strong arms, to which you blushed, 'the place looks great, I love it,' he smiled.

You were glad Sihtric liked the decorations and that you hadn't accidentally offended the doctors, despite their religion.

In fact, during your lunch break with Sihtric, he told you more about some Yule traditions, and you were intrigued. You could listen to Sihtric talk for hours, about anything, but before you knew it your lunch break with him was over again, and the rest of the day flew by too.

The next morning you arrived early at work again to decorate both offices. The first to arrive was Doctor Ivarsson, again, who absolutely loved how you had draped his desk with a garland, as well as the skeleton prop he had stolen from Sihtric, which you had also given a Santa beard. Sigtryggr laughed at the prop and then walked back to the front desk after he had admired the many little decorations you had placed all around his office.

'And?' you asked, like an overly excited puppy.

'You did great,' he smiled and hugged you, 'thank you, darling.'

'You think Sihtric will like it too?'

'If you decorated his office the way you have done mine, I'm sure he will love it.'

You fought a grin and hoped the other doctor would hug you with such a big smile on his face like Sigtryggr just had done. But moments later, when you both heard Sihtric stomp up the stairs of the practice, you knew something was wrong.

'Good morning, handsome,' Sigtryggr teased as he still had his arm around your shoulders.

'Morning,' Sihtric grumbled as he walked past you and Sigtryggr.

Your heart broke when you saw Sihtric's tired and empty eyes in passing, and you immediately noticed that his behaviour and entire look was just completely off. Sihtric was wearing black sweatpants and a black hoodie, which was nothing new, but his hair was loose and messy, which was unlike him. There was also no 'good morning, sugar' with a smile, no hug that lasted a little longer than it should for it to be friendly, no flirty wink, and no 'get away from my future wife' remark to Sigtryggr. There was nothing. Sihtric wouldn't even look into your eyes as he passed you.

'Wow, what happened to you?' Sigtryggr asked when he noticed all the same things.

Sihtric sighed and stopped walking, then turned to face you both.

'I got stuck in traffic,' Sihtric began, 'then some idiot tried to cut me off and I had to brake really hard, which caused my whole fucking coffee to spill in my car. Oh, and I barely slept because that bitch of an ex wife of mine contacted me last night, claiming that I owe her some money. Which I don't!' he snarled and threw his hands up.

You opened your mouth to speak, but you had no idea what to say. You looked up at Sigtryggr, who also wasn't sure about what to say, but before any of you could even try to say anything, Sihtric turned on his heels and made way to his office.

'Sihtric is divorced?' you whispered.

'Yeah,' Sigtryggr sighed, 'his ex took everything when she left. She cheated on him, he found out, they divorced, she took a shit ton of his money, almost all his belongings, and even his kids-'

'Wait,' you scoffed, 'Sihtric is a father?'

'He is,' Sigtryggr said sadly, 'but his children are completely out of the picture, they have been so for many years. And everytime it seems like he is finally doing well again, his ex contacts him for some bullshit reason. It's almost like she can smell that he's healing. But I already know why she contacted him.'

'Why?'

'Yule is approaching, she probably needs money to buy the kids presents. And Sihtric's a fool, but not that kind of a fool, so he knows exactly why she reached out. Which is even worse, because he would love to spend Yule with his children, but he never can. She just won't allow it.'

'Oh, no,' you whispered, suddenly feeling awful that Sihtric was about to step into a fully decorated office, and you ran after him.

'Sihtric!' you called, but he had already opened the door and switched on the lights.

When you reached him, he was frozen to the ground, staring at the decorations you had put up only an hour ago.

'I- I'm sorry, Sig told me yesterday it would be fun if I decorated both offices too. If I had known you had such a shitty night, and morning, I would have never rubbed this jolly stuff in your face. I'm so sor-'

'Don't,' Sihtric said quietly, and you froze, just like him.

Anxiously you awaited his next words, as he was clearly taking in his decorated office. You felt your heart beat out of your chest and accepted you had just made his day even worse.

'Don't… what?' you whispered, when the doctor simply wouldn't say anything else.

'Don't,' he sighed and turned to you, 'don't apologise.'

And when he looked up at you, you saw his tired eyes had teared up.

'I… I love it,' Sihtric whispered and swallowed hard, 'thank you, it's really sweet and thoughtful of you.'

'Oh,' you exhaled with relief, 'you're welcome,' you smiled faintly and pulled anxiously at the sleeves of white your sweater.

You looked at Sihtric, who looked down at his feet again and raked his hands through his wild hair as he sighed, clearly not knowing what to do with himself. The ticking of the clock on the wall filled the awkward silence for a few long seconds.

'Do you… do you want a hug?' you asked softly without thinking.

Sihtric looked back up at you, and he hesitantly nodded after a moment of contemplation.

'Yeah,' he said, barely audible, 'I- I think I do,' he sniffled.

You stepped closer and locked into an embrace, arms tightly wrapped around each other as you both heavily leaned in and enjoyed each other's warmth and scent for a moment. You quietly held each other until you both felt a sudden energy shift in the room. A certain electricity had filled the air when you looked at each other again, and you slowly tucked a strand of hair behind Sihtric's ear while you looked into each other's eyes.

'Better?' you whispered.

'Definitely better,' Sihtric said softly, 'sorry for being so grumpy.'

'It's okay. We all have bad days.'

'I suppose,' he smiled softly, 'but… thanks for this,' Sihtric looked around the room again, 'I really appreciate it. I love it, really. Thank you, sugar.'

'You're welcome,' you smiled and felt your cheeks heat up as he still held you in his arms.

'So,' he cleared his throat and finally took a step back, 'you, eh, think about what you want for lunch, okay?'

'I will,' you said.

And when you finally let go of each other, you went to make Sihtric a cup of fresh coffee. You returned to his office a few minutes later and placed the coffee on his desk while he was on the phone, staring out of the window, and he turned just in time to see you sneak out the door.

About half an hour later Doctor Kjartansson came up to your desk, holding the empty cup. He leaned in on the front desk to get your attention while you stared at your computer screen, and when you looked up you found Sihtric staring at you with a smile.

'H-hey,' you blushed.

'Hey,' he said with a sly smile, 'thanks for the coffee, sugar,' he said and winked.

'Would you really do that?' Sihtric asked and took a bite out of his apple as he sat back in his chair.

'Sure,' you chuckled, 'why not? But do you even have any decorations at home?'

'Eh,' Sihtric grimaced, 'no?'

'Oh,' you laughed, 'okay, well, you'll have to buy them first, otherwise I can't decorate your house.'

'Okay,' Sihtric said, 'I'll buy them after work.'

You nodded in agreement and finished your tea. During your lunch break, Sihtric had started to become more like his usual self again. He eventually jokingly asked if you wanted to decorate his house for Yule, to which you shrugged and said you didn't mind, not thinking he was serious. But Sihtric was very serious. He liked you. He liked being around you and he liked the way you had completely cheered up the work place with your festive decorations, and Sihtric figured his house could use that same vibe, unless he wanted to have another miserable Yuletide. When you found out he was serious about it, you still said you wouldn't mind, but that you didn't have enough decorations at your own place anymore to bring to his house. And so Sihtric said he'd buy his own decorations after work, which you could use when you'd visit him after work tomorrow, to decorate his house.

But today, when your work day had come to an end and Sigtryggr had already hugged you goodbye, Sihtric shyly came up to you as you packed your bag to go home.

'Good luck shopping,' you smiled at him.

'Yeah, eh, about that,' Sihtric chuckled awkwardly, 'I, eh… I… I don't know where to get those… things.'

'What? The decorations?'

'Y-yeah…'

'Oh, well, you can get them at garden centres, they have these big Christmas set ups every year.'

'You buy them there?' Sihtric asked while you zipped up your coat.

'Yep,' you smiled.

'Oh, okay,' Sihtric said, 'thanks.'

You waited for Sihtric to make way so you could get down the stairs, to the bus stop, and go home. But Sihtric didn't move, instead, he just looked troubled while he rubbed the back of his neck.

'Are you okay?' you asked.

'Yeah, just,' Sihtric paused and bit down on his lip as he kept fidgeting with his hands, and then said, 'I… so… maybe… would you, eh, I could use some help, you know? With the, eh, looking for decorations I mean. So, I was wondering if… if maybe you want to, you know, g-go with me?'

'Now?' you blinked, surprised.

'Y-yeah,' Sihtric smiled shyly, 'I mean… only if you want to. Otherwise I guess I'll, eh, figure it out,' he chuckled.

'Oh, eh,' you also couldn't help but chuckle nervously, 'yeah, I guess I could… join you.'

Sihtric anxiously tapped his fingers on his steering wheel. He was as nervous as he was excited to go shopping with you for Yule decorations. Or Christmas decorations, whatever you wanted to call it, Sihtric truly didn't care. He only cared about getting to know you outside of work. Whereas he teased and flirted with you throughout the day when you just met, he felt himself become a little more shy around you as weeks passed by. He didn't expect to ever meet someone again who would set his heart on fire, but he had; you.

Everything about you was perfect to him, but he just couldn't say it. He was terrified you didn't feel the same and he didn't want to ruin the pleasant atmosphere at work. He knew you were interested in him in some way, but he wasn't sure anymore exactly what way. And when he had jokingly asked you to decorate his house, he didn't let the opportunity slide when you said yes. And he couldn't believe he got to spend time with you outside of work today, so abruptly. And now that he sat in his car, with you next to him, he felt nervous because he actually wasn't prepared to be around you after work right now.

Fact was Sihtric is very confident, but once feelings get involved, he becomes a little clumsy and shy. And sensitive. He was too shy to admit at first that he had no idea where to buy decorations, but at least he got over that. He had a much bigger problem now; he was too shy to talk to you. So all he did was stare at the road, tap his fingers, and change the radio station every twenty seconds, which drove you insane.

But you didn't want to come off rude and tell him to stop changing the stations. You were nervous and excited about the fact that you sat next to someone as handsome as Sihtric, that you forgave his odd driving behaviour. Every now and then you looked at him from the corner of your eye, too shy to say anything, and Sihtric didn't speak either. You weren't sure why he was so quiet, but you also didn't want to be weird, so you kept quiet too. Until Sihtric sneezed.

'Bless you,' you mumbled.

'Thanks,' Sihtric smiled.

And it seemed the ice had been broken.

'So,' you cleared your throat, 'are you feeling better than this morning?'

'Yeah, yeah,' Sihtric nodded, 'for sure.'

'Good,' you smiled, then cautiously went on, 'I, eh, was a little surprised to find out you are divorced.'

'Hm,' Sihtric hummed as he pulled up to the parking lot of the massive garden centre, 'yeah, it's not something I talk about a lot. I guess Sig told you some stuff?'

'Yeah,' you confessed, 'he did.'

'Saves me the trouble,' Sihtric said with a faint smile, 'I'm kidding. But, yeah. I'm divorced and a father of three kids, who I never get to see. My ex cheated on me, and because she's the mother she got full custody and moved out of town with my kids, so… yeah.'

'I'm sorry,' you said, compassionately.

'It's okay,' Sihtric said, 'I mean, I'm over her. I'm over the whole situation in general, but I guess during the holidays it just… I don't know,' he sighed, 'it gets lonely, I guess.'

'I understand,' you said, 'I mean, I can't relate to having kids or being divorced, but my ex cheated on me too and left me quite abruptly last year.'

'Gods, I'm sorry. Why are people such assholes?' Sihtric asked as he shut off the engine.

'Beats me,' you shrugged, and you both got out of the car.

'Well,' Sihtric said as you walked up to the store entrance, 'you deserve better than a cheater anyway.'

'So do you,' you said, to which Sihtric smiled.

He hoped he deserved you, at some point. But he couldn't possibly tell you that now. Not yet, it was too soon. Maybe if he'd get drunk enough during the Christmas party at work in a few weeks he might be confident enough to confess his feelings to you. Maybe.

You grabbed a shopping cart and Sihtric followed you into the store, where you turned to him with a grin and said, 'Well, go nuts.'

Sihtric gazed around the place, like a lost puppy, and he just had no idea what to do. He had never seen so many lights and decorations in one place, and it was actually overwhelming. He was already overwhelmed by having you with him, but now he couldn't think straight at all anymore. Christmas music blasted through the speakers, the choo-choo sound of miniature trains came from every direction, and on top of that, the smell of gingerbread and hot chocolate filled his lungs. Sihtric had no idea what kind of place he had just walked into.

'Are you okay?' you asked when the doctor looked like he had an internal error.

'I… I,' Sihtric stammered, 'I just… don't know where to start.'

'Okay,' you chuckled, 'I understand. These places are very overwhelming,' you reassured Sihtric that his reaction was completely normal. 'Okay, so, do you have a tree? A Christmas tree? Or a… Yule tree, if that's a thing?'

'Eh, n-no,' Sihtric said, 'I don't have a tree.'

'Well, then let's start with that,' you smiled and grabbed his arm, pulling him with you to the tree section, where you walked between the many trees with your elbows linked, 'the best thing to do is to get a fake tree, so you can use it every year. Real trees are cool, but messy and you have to replace them every year.'

'Oh,' Sihtric chuckled, 'okay, then I guess a fake tree?'

Sihtric looked at the insane variety of trees, and he felt lost once again.

'There's… so many,' he mumbled as he enjoyed the way you kept your arm hooked with his, 'how do I know what to choose?'

'It's all about height,' you said and looked up at him, 'do you want a tall tree? Or a small one? And then you can choose if you want one that has lights in it already, or maybe a tree with fake snow on it, those are cool! Oh! There are also white trees, black trees, even red trees!'

'I… O-okay,' Sihtric shook his head, 'calm down, sugar,' he chuckled, 'you're going to give me a sugar rush.'

'Sorry,' you smiled sheepishly.

'Don't be,' he smiled, 'but… I guess I'll take a tree that's as tall as I am. That makes sense, right?'

'It does,' you said and pointed out some trees that matched his height.

'Gods,' Sihtric grimaced when he looked at the price, 'maybe a smaller one, perhaps.'

You giggled and walked Sihtric over to a few smaller trees, which seemed to have a more fair price, and after some contemplating, Sihtric finally loaded one of the boxed trees in the shopping cart.

'Okay, that's one thing done,' you said, 'now onto the lights and tree decorations!'

Sihtric felt like his heart would explode by the way you excitedly showed him various ornaments and garlands, and he wished he could just grab your cheeks and kiss you on the mouth. But he had to fight his urges. Instead, he just agreed to almost everything you showed him. He didn't care about what you loaded in the cart, or what it would cost, being around you and seeing you so excited while being sweet to him was simply priceless to Sihtric.

After a while of strolling through the endless Christmas aisles, you found yourself walking next to Sihtric with your fingers lightly intertwined. You enjoyed his touch, it made you all warm and fuzzy inside, and even a little lightheaded at times when he suddenly stroked your hand with his thumb. It seemed that with each new item you showed each other, you both leaned in closer and closer, as if you couldn't hear each other otherwise, which was a lie. You could hear each other perfectly fine from a decent distance, but you both just wanted to be close. And yet neither of you was going to confess that. You felt like this was the happiest you had been in a while, while it was such a simple concept; shopping for decorations with a cute guy. It was a dream. But that dream turned into a nightmare when you suddenly spotted your ex across the aisle.

'Fuck!' you hissed and ducked behind Sihtric.

'What's wrong?' the doctor asked, bewildered.

'Okay, don't look,' you said, 'but the guy behind you-'

You had barely said the words or Sihtric turned to look at the guy, and you slapped his arm.

'I said don't look!' you hissed.

'Sorry,' Sihtric mumbled, 'what did you expect, really?' he grinned.

'Whatever,' you smiled and rolled your eyes, 'anyway, that's my ex.'

'The cheater?'

You nodded and Sihtric looked back over his shoulder again.

'He looks happy,' Sihtric shrugged.

'Yeah, because that girl next to him is the one he cheated with!' you snarled quietly.

'Oh, yikes,' Sihtric said, 'do you still like him?'

'What? Ew! No, not at all,' you said, 'I just despise him- oh, fuck! He saw me.'

Before you could pretend you never saw your ex, he already waved at you and walked over. Sihtric took a step back while you feigned politeness and engaged in a conversation.

'I thought that was you,' your ex smiled, 'how have you been?'

'Fine,' you shrugged, 'you?'

'Good, good,' the guy said, 'we are, eh,' he pointed to the girl he picked over you, 'we're expecting!'

'Oh,' you faked a smile, 'that's, wauw,' you swallowed hard, 'a-amazing, heh. Congratulations!'

'Thanks!' the couple smiled, 'so,' your ex continued, 'what about you? Are you seeing someone? The guy you just spoke with?'

'Oh,' you chuckled nervously, 'he's, eh, he's-'

'Honey,' Sihtric suddenly said as he held up a random deer plushie, 'what about this one? For in our bedroom?'

'H-honey?' you wheezed as your cheeks burned up, 'b-bedroom? Eh,' you cleared your throat, catching on to Sihtric's plan, 'eh, yes! Yes, that would work,' you smiled.

'Great,' Sihtric smiled and loaded the plush deer in the cart, then wrapped his arm around your shoulder, 'hi, I'm Sihtric,' he introduced himself to your cheater and his pregnant side chick.

'Oh, hi,' your ex smiled, 'eh, boyfriend?' he looked at you.

'Y- yes?' you said, awkwardly.

'Fiancé, actually,' Sihtric smiled and squeezed your shoulder, 'right, babe?'

'Oh, eh, yes,' you agreed, and wrapped your arm around him, 'Doctor Kjartansson proposed a few weeks ago.'

'Doctor? Oh… n- no way, hey, congrats!' your ex smiled weakly, and Sihtric enjoyed the fact that he could clearly see the sudden heartbreak in your ex's eyes.

'Thanks,' you smiled when you noticed the pain in his fake smile too, 'but, eh, we have a lot of shopping to do, so we better get going, right, Siht?' you looked up at your fake fiancé.

'You're the boss, sugar,' Sihtric winked at you and gestured to you to show him the way.

'O-okay, yeah,' your ex stammered, 'h-have fun. I'll, eh, see you around.'

'Ah, I doubt that,' Sihtric said, then grinned, 'we'll be moving soon.'

You had already moved on when Sihtric suddenly snuck his arms around your waist from behind. You were startled for a moment, but simply weakened at the sound of his voice in your ear when he murmured that your ex was still looking back at you over his shoulder.

'Oh,' you chuckled, 'well, I don't care.'

'Good,' Sihtric smiled and pecked your cheek, 'because he clearly does.'

You felt your cheeks heat up and, to distract yourself and Sihtric from your shyness, you grabbed a plant to keep up your relationship facade.

'How about this plant for the bedroom?' you asked, loud enough for your ex to hear you.

'It's perfect, sweetheart,' Sihtric replied loud enough and put the plant in his cart, 'just like you, sugar.'

'Did you see the look on his face?' you snorted as you held a cup of hot chocolate, 'that was such payback. Thank you, Siht.'

Sihtric chuckled while he sat across the table from you, sipping his own cup of hot chocolate in the garden centre's restaurant.

'You're welcome,' he smiled, 'I'll admit that it was fun to see the confidence being squeezed out of him.'

You laughed again at the memory of your ex looking all hurt and upset when Sihtric announced your fake engagement. You looked at Sihtric and your smile slowly faded as you stared at him, and the same happened to Sihtric. He slowly reached for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours while your eyes remained locked on each other, and you both slightly leaned in over the small table. The Christmas lights above and around you made it a cosy place, and the burning candle in the middle of the table made it even romantic.

'I hope your ex realises what he has lost,' Sihtric said softly, and slowly caressed your hand with his thumb, 'he really didn't deserve you, sugar.'

You blushed and looked down at your cup, not knowing what to say to the doctor who you had a huge crush on. If it was still just a crush, because you weren't sure. Every time you looked at him you felt warm inside, and happy. And whenever you locked eyes, you felt shy and giddy, and you were nervous whenever he was around. Sihtric was the last thing you thought of at night, and the first thing in the morning when you woke up. You couldn't believe you even dreaded the weekends, because that meant you wouldn't see him, and you couldn't wait for Mondays to arrive.

And unbeknownst to you, Sihtric felt exactly the same. You had Sihtric's number, as he had given it to you during your first week of work at the new practice, but you had been too shy to text him. And Sihtric didn't want you to feel pressured or for him to make things weird, so he had never texted you either. And yet you both couldn't get each other out of your mind.

'Well,' you cleared your throat, 'your ex really fucked up too.'

'Maybe,' he shrugged lightly with a soft smile, 'anyway,' he chuckled and sat back, his fingers still intertwined with yours, 'you're still up for coming over tomorrow evening?'

'Yeah, of course,' you said, 'would be shitty to watch you buy all this stuff and then for me to bail on you.'

'Stranger things have happened to me, lady,' Sihtric smiled, 'but, good. I'm glad you're still up for it. But what's the plan? Will you come with me after work? I can make some food while you decorate, if you'd like. But it's fine if you want to go home first.'

'The first plan sounds good,' you said, 'oh, but did you hear about that snow storm?'

'Oh, yeah,' Sihtric groaned, 'I totally forgot about that. But what are the odds? They always predict crazy weather and then nothing happens.'

'I know,' you said and finished your hot chocolate, 'but still, better not risk it, right? The earlier I finish at your place, the better I guess.'

'Already looking forward to go home, huh?' Sihtric joked.

'What? No,' you chuckled, 'not at all-'

'Not at all?' Sihtric frowned with a sly smile.

'I- you- oh come on,' you buried your face in your hands, 'you know what I mean.'

'I do, sugar,' Sihtric said, 'and I agree. I'll make sure to have you back home before the storm. It's near midnight, right?'

'Yeah, it's supposed to start quite late. So I'm not worried, but better safe than sorry.'

Sihtric agreed and finished his own drink, then said you two should probably continue your shopping as the store was closing in about half an hour. You made your way to the checkout, and Sihtric said he had never spent that much money at a garden centre before.

'It'll be worth it,' you promised.

'I hope so,' Sihtric laughed as he struggled to close the trunk of his car.

You got in the car and, after Sihtric finally managed to shut the trunk, he sat down behind the wheel and gave you the plush deer he had thrown in his cart during the encounter with your ex.

'Here,' he said.

'What am I supposed to do with this? Didn't fit in the trunk anymore?'

'It's for you,' Sihtric smiled, 'I mean, what am I going to do with it?'

'I don't know?' you shrugged, 'it's cute but… what am I supposed to do with it?'

'I don't know,' Sihtric also shrugged, 'keep it in your bed? You can hug it when you miss me,' he grinned.

'Oh, cocky aren't we?' you laughed, 'but, thanks. I'll make sure to give it a good spot in my apartment.'

'You do that, sugar,' Sihtric smiled and started his car.

The drive back to your place was way more relaxed than the drive to the store had been, and you felt a sadness creeping over you when Sihtric pulled up to your apartment building.

'So, I'll see you tomorrow then,' he smiled at you, 'thanks for tonight. You're all- I mean, I really needed this.'

'You're welcome,' you blushed, 'and thank you too, I needed it as well. And thanks for the plushie,' you chuckled as you held up the deer.

'You're welcome, sugar,' Sihtric said with his warm, smooth voice.

You stared at each other for a few long seconds until the tension in the car was almost visible.

'So, eh, hug?' you chuckled.

'Always,' Sihtric smiled and leaned in as he pulled you in for a hug.

'Good night, Siht,' you said softly as you hugged.

'Good night, sugar,' Sihtric murmured and then pecked your cheek.

You felt your heart skip a beat when you both pulled back slightly, only to look into each other's eyes. Sihtric's heart was beating out of his chest, like yours, when his eyes trailed down to your lips.

'I'll see you tomorrow,' he whispered, desperately trying to fight the urge to kiss your lips.

Sihtric tried to keep his eyes locked with yours, but when your own eyes trailed down to his lips for a split second, he couldn't keep it together anymore.

'Fuck,' he breathed, 'I'm sorry,' he whispered, then cupped your cheeks and planted his lips on yours, capturing you in a soft but firm kiss.

You stopped breathing when his lips touched yours. Your eyes were wide open before you understood what happened, and then you completely surrendered right after your realisation. But just when you wanted to kiss him back, Sihtric broke the kiss. His hard, shaky breath filled the silence in his car while you heard your heartbeat in your ears.

'Don't,' you whispered while your lips still touched.

'Don't… what?' Sihtric murmured, his voice vibrating against your lips as he held your face in his trembling hands.

'Don't… don't apologise.'

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Lover - chapter 1

Summary: the next 4 minutes have decided your whole life.

Rating: +16

Warnings: unplanned pregnancy, grief, mention of death, drinking during (unknown) pregnancy, mention of abortion.

Word count: 3.7k

Note: some fluffy mick x you baby fic! but it’s not what it seems- so, jdssjdjssjd i hope you guys enjoy! this one is already completed so i’ll post every 2-3 days, also available on AO3.

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APRIL, 2024.

“The smell here is very strong, not liking it.”

"You'll get used to it."

You were walking around the paddock with Sebastian Vettel; he was your godfather and the fatherly figure you had after your father died, his wife also played an important part of your life, you even spent some holidays with them. Now, he was guiding you to meet one of his “paddock kids”. First, it was Charles Leclerc, he was nice with you two, loving the idea of being important enough for the german driver. Then, it was Lewis, he wasn’t one of his “kids”, but a real close friend of his; the Mercedes’ driver was also very nice towards you. And the last one, Mick Schumacher. The other blonde was the closest to Vettel, you heard of him a lot, but never had the time to meet him, your dad hated the sport for some reason - it was ironic, because one of his closest friends was a racing driver.

The boy was exceptionally nice, yet very shy towards you. His blonde hair was tidy, his racing fireproofs down to his waist, showing the shirt of his team, your godfather told you that he changed from Haas to a new one this year, so his hopes were up for possible podiums and wins. The older german excused himself for a while and you had the time to properly talk.

“I heard of you, a lot.” You said, adjusting your cap.

“Same.” He smiled. “So… How come we didn't meet before?”

“Well… Seb is indeed my godfather, but my dad hated Formula 1. Or any sport that involves vehicles.” The blonde chuckled and you felt your heart flutter, it was weird, how fast you were feeling tipsy for someone you just met. “It’s ironic! I know!”

“Did you lie to your dad about going out with your godfather and ended up getting here?”

“I wish.” You smiled.

Before you could explain, he was back to you two.

“Let’s go to our seats? Mick here is the nicest person and gave us access to his garage .”

“I still can’t get over that you retired, uncle.” You said. “See you after the race!”

“See you, guys.”

You walked with Vettel and sat down. Media knew you very well, since you were a kid, even though your dad didn’t allow you to go on races, you would often be seen with Sebastian and his family. He liked to spoil you and in some way, you were the older sibling to his kids.

It was actually weird that Mick and you never crossed paths before, as long as you knew, his dad was close to the german. Maybe it wasn’t the right time.

Vettel and you were closely watching everything that was happening, the older would explain to you things that you didn’t understand. You found that the sport was actually interesting, however you were getting nauseous and your head felt like it was spinning. You grabbed your godfather’s arm lightly.

“Hey… Can you get some water for me? I’m feeling a little sick.”

“Yes, stay here. Anything else?”

“Some painkillers? My head is pounding.”

Soon he got back with what you needed and you could at least put up with the rest of the race. That was weird, you usually didn’t feel sick, or at least not that badly in the middle of the day. Sebastian kept looking at you, he was very worried about your state, but still cheered for Mick when he got P4. The retired driver explained that he was keeping a good pace since the beginning of the season and now it was the closest to a podium, they were hoping by the next race he would get into at least 3rd place.

After the race, you waited longer to meet with Mick and walked together till the parking place, now with only a few fans.

“So… There will be a gathering later, in Ocon’s place… Do you want to join us?” He asked for both of you.

“Nah, I’m too old for this, but you two should go!” Vettel put his arms around both of you. “ Especially you, Olli.”

“Fine! I’ll go, just let me back at my hotel room and change?” You said. “And we agreed to never use that nickname again.”

“But what should I call you then?” Seb loved to tease you with that, Mick looked confused at both of us.

“By my name!”

“Uhm… Can I ask why?”

“Yes!” Of course, he was going to embarrass you. “So, when she was younger, she used to eat trolli gummy bears a lot, but had trouble saying the ‘tr’... And I thought it was the cutest and refused to call her anything except for Olli.”

“I was four.”

“Still the cutest.”

“You want to kill me with embarrassment.”

“I thought it was very cute.” Schumacher intervened into the conversation.

“See? I’m a genius.”

“You’re too old, go to your hotel room to sleep!” You said, the three of you laughing.

…............................

You were nervous, no one actually knew you there except for Mick, so the moment you walked in with him, people got closer to him, talking and pulling him, while you stood there, being recognized as “the girl who Sebastian took to the paddock”. The blonde noticed how you were looking like a deer in headlights, so he got you closer and introduced you to people.

The night was going fine, you, Schumacher, three of his friends - that you learnt they were Ocon, Stroll, Albon and their significant others were sitting on the balcony, drinking different types of alcoholic drinks and talking shit about life.

“So, how could we have never seen you before? I mean, paparazzi pictures outside yes, but… Never around.” Esteban asked, he was drunk and genuinely curious.

“My dad hated Formula One, so he never let me be around it.” You smiled, remembering the memories. “I told Mick that and how funny it was one of his closest friends was a four time world champion.”

“Was? But you still go around with Seb.”

“Well…” That was the hard part. It’s been two years already, however it would still hurt you every time you have to tell someone new. You felt tears prick your eyes. “My dad died, it’s been a while actually.” They all felt silent. “He was sick, very sick and it got to a point that there was no way of him being what he was.” You sighed and felt a hand on your shoulder from Schumacher. “We didn’t know how his state actually was. Decided to turn off the machines, it was better than maybe to wake him up to see if it had any brain activity and see him suffering.”

“Wow, that was deep, sorry.”

“It’s okay! I’m happy that I spent the rest of his time with him. I try to always remember him with smiles.” You took another sip, feeling your stomach reject that, so you put the drink aside. “We should always remember people with happy memories, it’s how they would like to be remembered.”

“That’s beautiful.” Mick smiled at you, squeezing your shoulder.

“Who wants more booze?” Lance broke the sad moment because of his drunk self- and you were grateful for that.

Everyone laughed loudly and he got more alcoholic drinks for everyone, but you refused, taking the sparkling water.

“Are you ok, girl? Not the biggest fan?” Elena asked you.

“Not feeling the best. I’ve been feeling weird all day.”

“Did you check the last time you got your period? Maybe there’s a little Mick coming soon.”

“No!” You said out loud, hiding your face with your hands. “Girl... Just friends, nothing else.” You laughed along. “I hope that was a joke.”

You looked at the blonde, who had bright red cheeks, waiting for him to give you support on the answer.

“Yeah, it would be pretty weird-”

“I was a joke, relax you two.” Elena squeezed your shoulder in reassurance.

“And I’m not pregnant. Impossible. It’s been a while that I don’t have a nice time with anyone.” You cringed right after that, earning a sweet smile from the girls, who giggled.

“It’s ok, we’ve all been through that.” Stroll got on the subject again, being even more drunk than before.

“Someone will need to carry him out of here.” Albon commented.

“He’ll sleep on the sofa, probably.” Ocon spoke.

….....................................

It was around 3am when Mick offered you a ride home, he didn’t drink anything because he knew he was the assigned driver for Albon and Lily - and now you too, not that he hoped all night that you accepted going with him. You were the last one to be dropped off before he went back to his hotel. The movement of the car was making you sick, your eyes were closed, trying to not feel worse than you’ve been after that last drink. Your throat was burning and the sensation was causing the symptoms to be even worse; the car stopping and going back again was driving you mad.

“Mick.” He was too focused on the road and didn’t listen. “Mick.” You called again, which took him out of his trance.

“What?”

“Stop the car.”

“Why? Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” You took a deep breath, however it was a bad idea. “I’m going to throw up and I don’t want to do that in your car.”

He quickly entered an empty street, stopping suddenly. You opened the door and walked a few steps, until you couldn’t hold anymore, putting everything out of your body. The german got out of the car and closed the doors, running towards you, pulling your accessories and some strands of your hair back. His hands were cold against your body.

“God, this feels awful.” You let go of his touch, it felt too much for you, everything was overwhelming in that moment.

“Do you need me to take you to the hospital?”

“I’m fine, Mick. Maybe that drink didn’t sit right with me. Please, just... Take me to my hotel, I’m exhausted.”

“Okay, but I’ll leave my phone number, in case you don’t want to wake Seb up.”

“Fine. Thank you.”

It still had twenty minutes before you arrived at your hotel, so you ended up drifting off and sleeping on the passenger’s seat. Schumacher was looking at you a few times, smiling at the fact you slept so quickly; he took some of the hair that was sticking to your face due to the sweat, but feeling your skin was cold, so he took his coat from the backseat and put it on top of you.

When you arrived, he squeezed your shoulder slightly, calling your name.

“Hey, we’re here. Do you want me to take you to your room?”

You woke up, taking off your seatbelt and his jacket. “No, I’m fine, I swear. I’ll only call you if it’s an emergency.”

“Right. I’ll believe in you.”

You walked out of his car, getting into your hotel room next to Vettel’s. You got naked and entered the shower, letting the warm water run through your body, calming your nerves. After a long time in the shower, you brushed your teeth and laid on the bed, saving Schumacher's number.

i’m alive, lol

going to sleep

see u

mick: thank god

good night

see u

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The next morning, you woke up feeling horrible, with morning sickness, terrible headache. It felt like even though you didn't sleep. Normally, you would think this was some bad hangover, however, things were hitting you differently. One thing you could be sure, you weren't pregnant, the last time you did a test, it came back negative.

You got up, feeling the same as last night, running towards the bathroom and throwing up. Probably it was all the junk food you ate in those last days. You took a shower and changed your outfit; when you were brushing your teeth, a soft knock on your door could be heard.

"Hey, Olli, it's Seb. Good morning."

You smiled, finishing and going towards the door and opening to him.

"Good morning. How are you?" He walked in and opened the curtains before sitting on the couch.

"Me? I'm fine. I want to know about you. Mick left a message in the middle of the night saying you weren't feeling good."

"Oh!" He really needed to tell that to him? "I was, maybe it was the drinks that we had, they weren't strong, but I was with an empty stomach."

"You're sure? Yesterday during the race you were not feeling good either."

"That was the headache, you know I have bad ones."

He wasn't buying your excuses, but he let it go. For now.

"So what will you do today?"

"I was waiting to tell you this later, but… I got a new job! And I'll move to another country." Vettel looked at you, very surprised. "Uncle Seb, it's the one. I did it."

"I'm so proud of you, kid." He hugged you.

This moment made you tear up, finally getting your dream job as a manager in an entertainment company was a big accomplishment. You wished your dad was the one hugging you, saying that he believed in you and everything was happening because you were good. Before you could understand, the german was wiping the tears that were running down your face. He kissed your forehead, looking a bit too worried about you.

"Everything ok?"

"Yeah, it's just… I've always wanted this, so badly and I wanted to share it with my dad, but he's not here…"

"Olli, I'm sure he's proud of his little girl."

"Thanks, it means a lot to me, you know?"

"I know. Can I tell Hanna?"

"Of course you can!" You laughed between tears.

"Where are you moving?"

"Well… For now, they want me in Monaco, most of their clients live in the countries around it."

"That's good! Mick just moved there too, Daniel lives there as far as I remember, Charles too. They're good people and will make you feel at home."

"Thanks, Seb. I know they will." You smiled. "I just hope I didn't scare Mick after last night."

"I'm sure you didn't."

Both of you laughed together before you started to pack your things.

"I'm going back home tonight and booking a hotel for next week there, in the meantime, I'll find an apartment. They want me working as soon as I can."

"That's good! It means they really are invested in you."

"If you say anything else, I will cry again, uncle."

"Okay! Okay! I'll stop."

Vettel decided to get back home with you, because you lived in the same city, close neighborhoods. That night, after booking the hotel, you started to pack your things, the most important thing that you would need to have on the first week at the new apartment.

You were feeling your body being more tired than usual, but it was a long flight and an even longer weekend you had, so it was understandable your tiredness. The sickness was becoming an obstacle now and it made you madder than usual, resulting in a broken cup and a quick visit to the hospital to get some stitches in your palm; of course that wouldn't stop your moving and working.

…..........................................................

Monaco, there you were. New life, new things and a beautiful view from your apartment after a week in a hotel. It was smaller than your old one, but it was worth it. One bathroom, two small bedrooms - which one would be turned into an office - an open plan kitchen with living room and the balcony where you could see the ocean. The feeling of being independent was amazing, especially when you thought that everything was happening because of your dream job.

Immediately you texted Mick. This past week you became closer and your friendship was growing, both of you liked that, because a new city could be lonely for both foreigners.

the view is awesome, omg

*attached picture

mick: how is your view better than mine?

are you jealous?

mick: maybe…

really?

you should come here then lol

mick: i don't have anything to do rn

if you let me…

im knocking on your door in 5

if you bring good wine, im in

mick: then give me 10, ok?

sure, ill get the snacks ready

mick: fine see you xoxo

xoxo

You got all the snacks into different bowls, most of them healthy because you knew that Mick was usually on a diet to keep his weight, even though the smell and taste of them were feeling weird for you. In 10 minutes, he was knocking on the door, asking to get in; you thought it was very funny how loud and noisy he was being, almost saying no, but then you thought about the wine and let him in.

"Wow. It's cozy."

"I know, right? I'm loving it here."

"Do you want to drink now?"

"Oh, yes! The first two weeks have been good, but it's too much work! I need to chill."

When he gave you a glass, the smell bothered you, but you ignored, trying to give it a shot. On the first sip, it was bad, but you could handle it; however the second made you gag slightly. The nauseous feeling came back and you put down the wine, sitting back on the sofa.

"Maybe I won't drink today. My body is not feeling it."

"Really? That's sad, more wine to me, then!"

"I'm feeling like I'm about to throw up. Again."

"Are you ok? The last time we saw each other, you threw up in a corner of a sidewalk."

"I'm fine, it's probably stress."

"Are you sure?" He was very worried about your state of being.

"I said, I'm fine! Mick, you don't need to get worried, okay?" You snapped at him, soon regretting when you heard his voice.

"Oh. Okay. Sorry for that."

"It's okay… I was rude to you."

Later that night, you were laying with your head on his shoulder, watching some random TV show, when you needed to get up to go to the bathroom again. For the fifth time in 1 hour.

"I'm going to ask you again. Are you ok? It's not normal to get up around every 15 minutes to pee."

You sat down and started to question what he said. He was right. It was indeed weird.

"Now you've got me. But I don't know what it could be.”

"Let's think about the most common problems and get into a solution?"

"That would be fun."

And then, you two spent one hour trying to figure out what could be wrong in your body so you were acting like that. And nothing would match, from the simplest to the most obnoxious diagnosis. This was getting boring when he looked at his phone and back to you three times.

"There's one possibility that we didn't think of." He said.

"Which is…?"

"Pregnancy. You could be pregnant. "

"What?" You scoffed. "Impossible. I did a test and it came back negative!"

"When?"

"Around six to eight weeks ago?"

"That was a very long time. A lot of times it could be a false negative."

"Mick, you're scaring me." You felt your anxiety crumble up into a pile; your hands were wet with sweat, your breathing was shallow. He held your hands, looking at you.

"You should do a test, just to keep this option out of our mind. Okay?”

"I'm going to buy one. I'll be back in 5. Stay here please. I know it will be negative, but I need a friend around."

"You can count on me."

The nearest pharmacy was walking two blocks down, so in less than 5 minutes you were in the elevator, feeling your nerves running up your sleeve. It was an embarrassing situation asking for the test when your French wasn’t the best. The worry was growing, you couldn’t be pregnant, at least not now.You opened the door, looking at him and walking towards the bathroom.

The next 4 minutes have decided your whole life. From the peeing on the stick, to waiting for the results and the shock when it was positive. You washed your hands and face a couple of times, trying to put yourself back before looking at it again.

You were pregnant.

From there, everything was slow, like your mind was denying what just happened. Before you could understand, your sobbing was so loud that Mick ran to the bathroom door, knocking softly and calling for your name. It took a few minutes before you opened and walked to him, letting the blonde hug you while you cried into his chest for several minutes.

"I can't believe it. Why? Why now?" Your voice was muffled from your face still against his hoodie. "I was having the perfect life and then… Boom! One night of fun turned into this."

"Hey, I'm with you, Seb is with you. We're going to help."

"It's not just that. My career, I just started it. Maybe they won't fire me now, but in a few months? Hell yeah. And I’m in my twenties! I’m too young to have a kid, I don’t know what they will need."

"I'll be ready to sue them and to learn with you about babies, kids, teenagers."

Between your tears you chuckled a little.

"You don't need to do any of that."

"We're friends, right? So I'll do anything for my future godchild."

"You're too good for me." You sniffled and looked at him. "Thank you, for actually wanting to support me. I don't think the father will want anything with it."

"You don't need to thank me, but maybe you'll have to tell Seb about it."

"Yeah, but as soon as he knows, the first thing he'll do is fly over here to talk about the options. "

"Options?"

"I don't know if I want to keep this baby, Mick. Abortion could be an option… But here I can't do it, in Germany either and I don't have that much money left after I got this place."

"Well… We'll work it out with the decision you make. Because you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because friends support each other on anything."

#mick schumacher #mick schumacher x you #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher fanfiction #mick schumacher fluff #mick schumacher angst #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 imagine #f1 fanfiction

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saiskulls-110 · 5 months

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Break Point — Finished Episode 5

OKAY BREAK IT DOWN *DJ TURNTABLE EFFECT*

OBVIOUSLY SPOILERS FOR HILDA 3'S FIRST 5 EPISODES BELOW

Episode 1.

THE WAY I WAS JUMPSCARED BY DAVID'S VOICE. HOW OLD ARE THEY NOW??? LIKE IT'S GOTTA BE TEEN YEARS BECAUSE GODDAMN PUBERTY BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF MY GUY. MY GUY. MY GUY WHY IS HE SO TALL?????? DAVHDISD??????

Frida's new clothes are so cute she's my baby she's bmy baby no-one can speak ill of her EVER stay WAWAY HSISSSS HISSSSS

Trans flag doormat in Astrid's house. oh my god. oh my gos.sh. trans grandma...

TONTU BEING A TOURIST??? IS KILLING ME??? HE'S GOT THE HAWAIIAN SHIRT AND EVERYTHING I. HELP

Alfur. Alfur I Don't Like This Foreshadowing. Alfur. Alfur Stop Playing The Board Game. ALFUR.

+ of COURSE tontu is the shit-eating smug gamemaster that beats everyones asses no remorse. i'm going go murder this walking hairball (affectionate) ❤️

I'm glad they were straight up with Astrid's "oh, hi, yeah, no I'm not a witch I just really like witchcraft." LIKE IT'S SO REAL??

not to be that guy but why's Astrid kinda fuckigjgn. ADORABLE. please. please. please. just one chance

I'm Normal

Episode 2.

okay but the writers did SUCH a good job portraying what folklore towns are like here. Like everyone KNOWS things but none of them are accurate. also?? just in general a REALLY well-done montage. I do wish I knew what sauce Hilda picked for her ice cream though /hj

Johanna traumatised as fuck (We all saw this coming ❤️)

Thaose are NOT FAIRIES‼️monsterlovers come get your food though

shroom aliens. just in general a very eerie atmosphere done very well

PORTALS??? TO OTHER LIKE. FAE REALMS. I MEAN I'M NOT LIKE. SURPRISED. BUT. WHRHOUH??

mmmm HILDA SAW SOMETHING AND NOW SHE'S BEING FOLLOWED. i'm guessing its something to do with Johanna's "thank goodness they didnt see you :)" because. I mean initially you think it's about the mushroom creatures but it VERY EVIDENTLY IS NOT. aough

Episode 3.

ALTERNATE REALITIES ARE NOT ONLY REAL BUT ALSO ACCESSIBLE

woodman is just the caretaker of ancient trees i guess. ALSO HIS SASS AT THE BOOK "well i'm not in there :/" guess what i'm in love with you

the animation in this episode was absolutely GORGEOUS. literally no 2D animated show has ever done flame-ridden scenery in such a perfect, gorgeous way before I think.

HILDA WITH A SWORD HILDA WITH A SWORD HILDA HAS A SWORD YEAHHHHH!!! bisexuals rule da woooorld

oh. oh the. the giantslayer is a k- oh... oh noooo...

oh he's very. passionate i wonder wh-

holy shit. that poor fucking kid (⁠´⁠;⁠︵⁠;⁠`⁠) like that was. that was so much. oh my god??? jesus christ. this season is getting progressively more unnerving with it's darker themes.

ALTHOUGH IT WAS A WOODMAN EPISODE!!!! WIN!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THAT BARK CREATURE SO MUCH!! PLEASE LETS. BE OKAY

i LOOOVE the snow sister's voice so much. she's wife to me.

Not sure if it was done on purpose or not but every time it played that boom sound whenever Hilda turned back to look at the flaming tree it. it made me laugh. it made me giggle. it was so stupid looking, gave me IZ:ETF energy and really let me calm down from the emotional ride of the last few minutes

seeing more giants is really neat. the sound design for when they jumped away was MAD..in general this season feels like it was made to be listened to on a surround sound speaker system tbh

GOOD EPISODE. uh oh now there's Guys I Think

Episode 4.

Nah this guy boutta be a tumblr sexyman 😦

OKAY OFF THE BAT I ADORE LOUISE. LOUISE IS MY GIRL. I LOVE THEM. I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE. THEIR ENERGY IS SO SWEET??? BUT LIKE I WAS SCREAMING INTERNALLY THE WHOLE TIME BEING LIKE "oh my god. oh my god why are you LYING TO HER and treating her like a Normal Person she's very clearly a little freak like you. oh my god."

AND THEN WHEN THAT WAS BROUGHT UP BY THE MERMAN-- "Oh, you think Louise is SO innocent..." like??? ok first of all THAT LINE DELIVERY?? massive props to the VA. secondly YESSSSS SPIT THE TRUTH. and then Louise does speak up and its like. fr. fr. i love you. be a main character be a main character plrase lpease plea

STOOOPPP... stop THE MERMAN'S a theater kid?? i'm going to start , having feelings AND I DON'T WANT IT!!!

that animation change for the musical number(s) is so good. like..oh my god. oh my GOD the animation is gorgeous. very much a "i wonder if the creators have been on hallucinogens before" kind of thing though adgasjskfwheg

generally just another REALLY GOOD REALLY COOL EPISODE.

my only criticism though this is to Literally All Kids Media Ever is that no-one knows how to write accurate bullying/exclusionary activity (in this episode regarding the ginger kid and his scout group). no kids act like that. please i was bullied so hard i should know

spinning in circles WHEE WHEEEE I WANTT. im gonna download the merman's song. put it on streaming platforms Now‼️

Episode 5.

WELL. THAT'S ONE QUESTION TIED THE FUCK UP ISN'T IT?????????? I'M STILL PROCESSING. OH MY GOD THOUFH. OH MY GOD???

"I just kind of assumed he died when you were a baby..."

"I thought it was some tragic accident!"

FRIDA AND DAVID THAT'S SO REAL OF YOU. thank you for being The Fandom. I love you. I love you. I l

YEESH. um.. Johanna's beef is so. real. and human. oough. this show has GOTTA stop making episodes about my childhood man!!! that's not fair

Alfur immediately not liking his vibes got me 😶 cause like. yk the elf has that autism intuition. so

THE. THE COMMUNICATION BETWEEN HILDA AND THE TROLL..ONCE AGAIN. every time without fail. the trolls are just. they're nor angry creatures they're just kind of. Done With Human Shit™ and want them to stop interfering lmao (don't we all)

Johanna and Hilda having that Moment™ at the end where they have to acknowledge his shortcomings but like..the ONE time that Hilda has to face something like this is the ONE time it's actually not his fault. Like straight up sorey babygirls but he got yoinked by the dementors. um.

Okay on another note. anders has kind of got that dilf swag? not like. as a dad. but as a loser. you know losers. help me help help help help help *clawing at the floor as i get dragged to hell for enjoying a character i absolutely should be seeing red flags for*

#hilda the series #hilda season 3 #hilda season 3 spoilers #spoilers #hilda spoilers #sai talks shows

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stickypiratevoid · 1 year

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Why Writing Marinette Is So Hard For Me (and maybe you will relate)

I'd talked with my friend about MLB characters, particulary miss Mari Sue Bread-Maker here. Even though I cast aside my salty behaviour to her and trying to see her as a plastic doll figure to write as a character, I still can put a finger on her base personality. But I'm drawing blanks here. It's because when I look at her throughout the seasons, the writers always trying to stick cool things to her, never actually developing her base that would make a decent start in writing. It's like they got a bulletin board of her with some of her base personaliry being overwhelmed and stacked brim full with sticky notes of "cool", "quirky", and "not like the other girls" things because she is sooo amazing she needs to be good at everything except being near Adrien, teehee~

All I can think of is something her stans would call "personality" (which is quite questionable if you really want to meet that kind of person in real life) on this list :

Clumsy: This one is not a personality but a motoric problem and needed to get treated asap before you are flying down the stairs. Where's all the bruises she got if she falls for the nth time that day? Girl's skin are thinner than boys.

"Loving" Adrien: Again, not a personality but a problem that needs to be treated asap before she got jail time. That fireman is insane to help a teenager becoming a criminal early in her life. Don't tell me that's how he approaches his wife...

"Overly Planning": Thrice of again, go to therapy asap. We only see her doing this to Adrien, not even her mom got a ready gift for the next 20 years. You might say that it's different kind of "love" but nah. If she is a real planner, she would swipe out a gift for her mom asap from under her desk. If you follow with her having ALL of her classmates schedules, she would be burning through her textiles to get them presents for their birthday for at least another 2-3 years.

I asked again to another friend of mine who usually write ideas and AUs. He said that even though Mari Sue's talents are admirable in handiwork, it even got corroded when the seasons stretched out. It only got passing mention of a few minutes screentime of certain episodes, but there's nothing that can ties her "passion" to her personality. She doesn't examine the texture of textiles, saying that it feels appropriate for [project] (eye for details); she doesn't take notes or inspirations from a painting, feelings, or stories ; heck, she doesn't even carry her needle and threads everywhere she goes in case of something; not even excitedly rambling about fashion like freaking Alya rambling about her scoop of journalism. The little details is to build importance of her passion, and it shows that the writers just don't care.

No wonder all I can think of when thought of her is her creepy, stalkerish, obsessive, and control freak tendencies because it's what apparently stay coherent throughout the seasons.

Seriously. All I can do is making an entire whole new personalities for her and I don't freaking wanna do that because I want to go straight to writing with a decent base. I would lose my drive to write just to remember to separate Mari Sue canon self and what personality I think would fit in.

#marinette salt #miraculous ladybug salt #miraculous slander #ml salt #ml slander #writing salt #miraculous writing dissection #thomas wtf #how do you even complicate things further #are you sure you ain't real life marinette?#because it's fitting with you being a narcissist

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This gaming series has always had a special place in my heart for more reasons than one.

In middle school and high-school it was my shit played more co op than campaign in college cause I had a solid group of friends I'd hop on with.

But as a military brat I got the biggest crush on Mactavish when I was a tween, irritated the hell out of my bf at the time to the point he'd start snarky arguments about how I gush over a scottsman when his Irish ass is right there granted we'd laugh about it cause I'd point out how stupid it was that he's getting bent over a video game character, his ma would even join in saying just wait maybe an actual Scottish boy will swipe me from him.

As much as he gave me shit over Soap certain parts of the game hit him hard too.

We mutually broke up before high school, still hung out and gamed together but he decided he was going to join the army after graduating and didn't want me stuck worrying constantly, even though I expressed my interest in joining the marines like my dad.

That started up a whole new 'dig at each other' playfully of course both of us came from military families him strictly army me a mix of marine, army, and navy.

Dad was against his only baby girl joining the military and I just said alright ill just do some form of art than, ended up taking international culinary courses and cosplay ended up unironacally making military friends regardless.

You'd be surprised how many service men and women I've met in the cosplay community not to mention lawyers and doctors, even dentists it's wild honestly but it's neat, and some of them would play with me on CoD just to keep in touch. We'd joke and shit on each other and shit on the occasional teams that would be toxic in the lobby after losing the match to a team mixed with chicks and guys and would scream hacks.

Long and short of it this game is a staple in many special memories for me. It isn't just a game I play for the fun of it, I've made friends, connections and sometimes we all hop on just to chat in the lobby not even going into game. We would just sit cracking jokes and go back and forth if we wanted to hop in a match and go naaaaaaaaaah not tonight, got work or nah I have morning classes or mmm gotta be at base early or I would, ect you get the idea life stuff.

Now I'm back in it watching my friend that's never played a shooter in her life enjoying co op and the campaign and its the best thing to see.

She's a Konig girl and gets shitty that he's not in it much and me and my other pal just laugh and tell her he wasn't in the old games much either, nothing new better get used to relying on the simping fandom for her Konig material.

She even went and started a fanfiction and asks me all kinds of questions, although she had the audacity to call Ghost mean and I'm just like girl how dare 😤

Seriously don't know why people think he's mean, clearly they haven't heard his glorious dad jokes dudes just a hardened soldier.

But she adores Soap too so we chat often about him or she'll gush about Konig or send me mass GhostSoap pictures and I'm just like wow you found that side of the Fandom took you long enough 😆

Even my military hubby joins us cause he grew up playing the games too. Imagine his suprise one year when he came home from a deployment catching his wife playing CoD not knowing I even had an interest in the game.

That was a fun conversation our first year married.

Sat and watched him start the new campaign last night and I was so frustrated that he purposely would get Price killed just to rile me up (even detonated himself at one point) before restarting the mission and say 'imma do it again' only for me to tell him to leave the old man alone and actually do the damn mission.

Sorry not sorry felt like reminiscing, tis the season of recalling fond memories.

#memories #been doing this since childhood #gaming #military brat #gaming friends #gaming couple #married gamers #married nerds #cod #cod fandom #cod gamers #sorry not sorry #sorry not even remotely sorry #reminiscing #soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #konig #this old ass game means a lot to me #old gamer

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platinumaspiration · 1 year

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Round 3 Season Finale - The Langerak Household (Part 1)

It was a long time coming, after 15 years as a maid, Kaylynn was able to move out of her shared living space (in the NPC/townie pool) and live in her new house with a new career in medicine.

She did receive a hefty monetary gift from her long-term boyfriend, Daniel. And even though he said lied about not sleeping with his wife anymore, she can't help but forgive him.

Daniel: Come join me for dinner tonight. In celebration of your new house and career. Kaylynn: Really? Out in public? Let me go change! Daniel: Nah, wear the uniform. Everyone is waiting. Kaylynn: Everyone?

Talk about an awkward dinner, at least for Kaylynn. Mary Sue long forgave her for sleeping with her husband. She's just such a good maid, you know? Good help is hard to find.

The Pleasants gifted Kaylynn 1000 simoleons as a parting gift for her hard work the last 12+ years.

Lucy is so tall. I keep forgetting she's still a teenager.

#uberhood #round 3 #kaylynn langerak #langerak household #pleasantview

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Terms in this post

Adoptive - The person that was adopted into the family

Adopted - The person who adopted a person into the family

As I notice new fans continue to enter the TMNT fandom, (or people are starting to talk about it more) I’m going to talk about 2012 especially because a lot of people are missing the points of writing flaws, and people are arguing for the wrong points and defending very problematic relationship issues.

I’ve came across this post, and it was really… concerning. I’m not gonna name them, or point them out, (And I can’t find the post, so I don’t know if it was deleted or not) but if you know what I’m referring to then just be respectful, I don’t mean any disrespect either because at the end of the day… It’s a cartoon, and we can still enjoy things while there’s still questioning things about it. The only harm that may come to conversations like these is because it can be very serious in real life. Yet, I find it strange how people are defending the wrong things for the same problem: the writing.

Let’s paint the picture.

The turtles are just now starting to go out to the surface, and with Leo’s situation, he ends up fighting a girl from the Foot. Romance is in the air, and he definitely falls in love with her. He never met her in his life, but he knew that he was the daughter of his fathers enemy- his adopted brother. (Let’s keep the adopted part in mind for later) So they already knew she was related in some way, blood or not.

Okay this is fine, it’s normal, and it’s trop that writers like to do- good guy falls in love with bad guy- it’s great. Until…

Now, Splinter has to tell Leo something after he also discovered it. His new born daughter that he thought perished that same night he lost his wife , and that so happened to be the girl Leo was fighting with. (And falling for) Is alive.

My 11 year old self at the time when he told that, made me widen my eyes.

I want to point out that TMNT 2012 is my favorite, and always will be. But that doesn’t mean I won’t point its serious flaws that the writers have done. For example,

Writing Donnie to be a stalker, (He is. There’s no argument about it. Following a girl, and getting caught after being told NOT to, is stalking behavior! Even when there’s good thought behind it! Poor Donnie doesn’t deserve to be written like that, though.) But as soon as we see that character development be “Yeah, I shouldn’t do that. I will stop.” The same girl she falls for is like “NAH, it’s okay because you’re my mutant~! Doesn’t help anything either.

Having Donnie, April, and Casey in this weirdest love triangle ever. (She tells both of them that she needs space at some point, but whenever they DO, she does something that makes that behavior more acceptable at that time. She goes back and forth between them clearly. And again it’s not April’s fault when she has bad writers)

We have Mikey that’s just doing his thing but ends up having something between Renet (whom isn’t born yet, but what the shell, at this point it fits the writing themes beautifully.) and Shinigami (Who wouldn’t, she is literally so hot.)

Now, I KNOW people are going to smite me for this but it’s only fair I still point things out in one of the best ships of the show so I can try to remain as unbiased as possible- Raph meets an alien in space. No questions between if they’re even equivalent to the same age or near, and already starts making out with her only within an episode (perhaps a few days) Kind of just like how Donnie also did with falling for April.

And we don’t see much with Yoshi having a relationship with Tang Shen until season 4, because she’s literally dead, and we haven’t seen any other interaction with her besides Splinter standing ground to his loyalty of his clan.

Do we see the similarities of why these writing flaws is happening? Do you see what they are common with?

They’re all relationships. The entire shows writing flaws, nearly every single one has to do something with relationships.

Every. Single. One.

The writers wanted to put romance into it, and failed miserably.

If you’re still reading this, congrats. I’m not done yet.

I feel as if I need to put some of my life experience into this to hope you all see the point I’m trying to make, and I know people that may have experienced similarly, that they still could have very different opinions to my own.

I’m adopted. And I only found that out when I became a teenager. Just as Karai has. I was lied to over and over and OVER again until I was finally told.

I’m not going to label Leorai something to extreme, but the ways people are defending it, is almost making it look like they know it is at some way, and are trying so hard to make it look like it’s completely fine, and you know what I’m talking about if you’re still reading this post, or you’re catching on to what I’m saying, I’ll make it very short and simple. And it’s really gross and scary how people think it’s okay.

Leo, and the rest of the turtles is related to Karai. Being a sister, or not. If they truly can’t be siblings, they are at least cousins, if we’re going to argue about how they weren’t raised together at all which… doesn’t make someone not related to someone.

And it was established that they both have romantic feelings for each other.

An argument that I saw was that the turtles aren’t technically adopted, or shares any DNA with Karai. (And honestly perhaps not, but we literally can’t rule anything out because we don’t have anything like mutagen in OUR world, so we can’t even argue anything about science because guys, come on… They’re four giant human turtles, and then there’s a literal trash mutant, so I don’t think we can say we’re experts on how mutagen works in this world or not.) So therefor, Leorai doesn’t count as (insert extreme label) And Splinter is also a harsh teacher, so Therefor- they aren’t his sons in any way because he can’t legally make them his sons. What?

Splinter is a mutated rat, and he may have just bot four baby turtles as a human, having no idea what is about to happen. Where is he going to go to the city, and find someone who would let him adopt four mutant turtles, to be his legally, official sons that he loves so much? Are we kidding? We’re going degrade the way that Splinter died and Mikey literally cried out “Papa.” And the thousands of times he calls them his sons and they their father and teacher? Fathers and mothers ARE our life teachers. And splinter KNOWS, that if NONE of them can defend, or fight for themselves, they would be killed easily from the harsh world. Of course his teachings will see VERY harsh. But he is literally preparing them for the worst, because he knows it can happen because he experienced it when he lost his wife to his adopted brother. And comparing to his brother, his brother literally kidnapped his daughter after murdering her mother and attempted murder of his adoptive brother! Why are we saying it’s okay for this heartless man to have the right to have Karai when Splinter can’t even do anything legally because he’ll get killed just from being a mutant?

Why is this even a point to make it seem like Leorai is okay or not? It literally makes no sense to use this as a reason why it is or shouldn’t, it has nothing to relate to it whatsoever. And at the end of the day, this entires shows romantic relationships isn’t okay. It’s just degrading a good father, and praising a horrible one for doing the ‘legal’ and ‘better’ thing??

Okay, another point that I saw was that none of the turtles weren’t raised or even knew Karai to begin with. That is true. They didn’t know she existed; and when they met her, they all didn’t know how she was related to them either way. Until they knew that Karai was Shredder’s daughter, then they definitely knew that the could be in some way. But like… if I find a sibling out there, adoptive, blood or not, I would back the heck out. It’s not the 1800’s where it’s fine to marry your cousin or aunt/uncle. And apart if the argument is that they can’t help their feelings or change them in anyway. (Pardon my language, but what the f*ck.)

Do you know who in the show was raised to be brothers, and ended up hating their guts, like literally? Splinter and Shredder. They changed they way they felt. And yes, it is more extreme comparing it to Leorai, but it’s also stupid not to point it out because it’s obvious.)

People are trying so hard to make it look like Leorai is fine in anyway, and it isn’t. It just plain isn’t. But again, the way people are defending (insert extreme label) They are still related. They. Are. Still. Related. Blood or not, they are. It is not okay to okay this behavior and or/writing that it is.

And people are defending this SO much they really believe and can say that it’s not (insert extreme label) because it only has to have two people be related by blood to make it (insert extreme label). Which isn’t the case, if someone is related to someone in anyway, then it is (inset extreme label.) and if you’re this person, your painting yourself as a person that is okay with in*st in anyway. I said what I said. If people can defend things like this, I can say my thoughts as well.

Get your head out of those sewer apples and GROW up. It’s fine to admit your wrongs and realize that things about your favorite show just isn’t okay. The writers wrote very problematic things, it’s the writers fault, and it’s okay to still like this specific show as a whole. Don’t let nostalgia make you look like you can also defend other problematic things.

Congrats; you made it to the end. Have a pizza 🍕

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #leonardo #karai #leorai #what is happening

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dts s5 e6-8

e6: -having flashbacks of having to defend oscar to my mom for this why does the show try to lean into otmar's perspective so heavily GROSS -nah im full tinhatting i do not remember this whole bit where everyone hypes up oscar in interview before he has his lil chat with mark netflix u slimey lil bitches -oh if i was here when this news broke summer break 2022. i would've been inconsolable. i'm sure it was nuts, ballistic. maybe it was good i wasnt there. idk if i could've handled it akldkfjadslkfjasdkfj -lando saying "i already am (leading the team)" was not that rude it was just the TRUTH sorry -daniel speaking italian is so important actually -"ive been in this sport for 25 years i know what im doing" king that only makes the fumble THAT much more embarrassing COME ON -otmar talking abt how well oscar took all the shit we offered aren't we owed a contract? reminds me of timeshare schemes like actually just u paid for xyz if you dont have a contract in place he doesnt owe u anything maybe do contracts better next time :) -unfortunately zak brown is right!! its a pr disaster is the 5 million worth it!!! and they didnt even get the 5 mil!!! how do lose ur job speedrun masterclass here!! -i do wonder how much netflix inflated daniel's chances for the alpine seat, bc from what i've heard it wasnt really in the conversation. idk i wasnt there but it would make sense for netflix to lean heavily into this narrative -did not realize liam was sitting Right There when pierre was askin abt the gossip aldfjaslkfjaksjdf -the way how in season 1 its like NO DANIEL DON"T LEAVE RED BULL i feel the same way abt pierre going to alpine. like ofc it made perfect sense at the time and you cant fault him for it but like no babygirl its bouta implode PLEASE -rip all the tiktok edits that were muted in the umg purge that paired "good luck to oscar" with "if a man talks shit then i owe him nothing." thank u taylor couldn't have said it better myself -"do you regret anything that's happened?" "um. no :)" U TELL EM BABY

e7: -i'm sorry but geri seemingly getting boiling water from a tap to make tea is so fucking insane rich person cursed -was originally gonna include this funny shot of christian standing looking out a balcony like sharpay evans in high school musical in my s5 gifset but due to recent events i will not :) -i just think. that including this whole bit abt how much checo loves his family in the same episode as the monaco gp where he allegedly cheated on his wife was a CHOICE. interesting. -lewis's monaco 2022 outfit is one of his best outfits ever. its so iconic 2 me -HI ALEX -so many cinematic parallels to discuss. s1 max putting it in the wall in practice and ruining his race to prove he was faster than daniel. known parallels to brocedes ALLEGEDLY trying to sabotage eachother by crashing in that corner in monaco. hmm hmm hmm. much to think -im sorry the sainz collision is just so goofy. i remember watching the replay of this quali and being bamboozled. befuddled. deeply amused. what a stupid fucking sport -'for fucks sa-........okay this is typical monaco isnt it" MAX GETS IT -i honestly dont mind wet monaco races just bc by nature of the track its on average slower therefore less dangerous. i'll take a wet monaco over a wet spa any damn day -ferrari's double pit fuck up is PEAK embarassing ferrari strats. like to do a bad strat is one thing but to just mess up the strat ur trying to do. peak biblically cursed charles leclerc moment

e8: -god i wish i got more into yukierre. i see the appeal. unfortunately they just dont give me brain worms -many thoughts. um i think focusing on yuki's temper is just. unfair. like sure he should work on it but thats an issue with many young drivers its not a unique failure on his part -i have given thoughts on japan '22 before i'm not rly gonna rehash but i really wish the didn't gloss over it on dts. i think it was an important moment in the sport to have a big conversation abt rain safety. -oh this nyck supercut is gonna be painful knowing where it goes :/ -god remember when ppl thought nyck was gonna lead the team? leave yuki in the dust? even /i/ had him above yuki in my preseason predictions isnt that insane? -"im happy, i'll take that, that you'll miss me at least 2 or 3 minutes" god forgot the most romcom ass shit since sebchals we'll start by holding hands -nando n lance having this crazy crash and now a year later they're fucking on the reg. happy 4 them

#i'm ahead of schedule now on purpose so i dont have to worry abt it when pst starts!#i will likely finish 2moro WOO #she speaks #dtsrewatch

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HI SIS BESTIE MY DEAREST DEAR MHUWA

OKAY so about that suggestions. I have few, but in case u won't accept it, I just send it all in one ask. If there is anything u like, then I will just send another ask with only that one request or something <3

(oh and im everywhere seeing reader as she but u can make it non binary or sth if you would like!!!)

OKAY SO LETS GO WITH THAT

Neville Longbottom (HP, 5 year) x reader - with prompt "Do you find me brave yet?". I have that idea that reader comes to him after that fight ("The Battle of the Department of Mysteries") and his nose is still broken and he feels sorry that that propercy was destroyed bc of him, and Reader comforts him and maybe,,, idk, maybe he says something ala "do you at least find me brave now?" and reader says that she always thought of him as brave bc he is Gryffindor after all and she knows him since second year,,,, or something like that :D

Penguin (gotham) x reader - it would taking place in season 2, when he was still at the top, and reader would be a second most important person to him after his mother, anddd he would go to her and ask her to go to his place on a dinner and he would just, ya know, flash his well-being to reader, and to her it would be silly and cute and there would be smooch on the cheek from reader bc hes the best heheh

Jim Hopper x reader - it would take place somewhere after season 1. He and reader are fbw, and fic is about Jim visitng him, but this time with flowers and wearing his fabulous flanner, and asking her on a date in a 'hopper way' (whats that mean? idk maybe 'if I read the signals wrong then you won't see me again." bc he wants to sacriface himself all the time omg). cute cute

Susan Pevensie x bestie!reader - its day after valentines and both girls are talking about all these chockolates susan got from boys, while eating the same chockolates. Susan probably would feel little bad for eating them, bc she doesnt feel anything to these boys but reader is like 'nah, we dont want to waste them right" and so on

Edmund Pevensie x gf!reader - they are going on a costume party, and at the moment are still at home, and edumnd is going as a king, and reader as a queen and Edmund says something cheesy like "you would be perfect queen for me" or idk just,,, I mean he would think that he would take her as his wife in Narnia when he was a king there, right, and would somehow say that aloud. ANYHOW they would end up beeing blushy mess bc it was so sweet

maybe you will like something hehe

ILY BESTIE MHUWAA 💜

HEYYYY SIS BESTIE!

It's actually good that you send me all the suggestions in one ask - it would be okay too if you send them separately, but I probably won't be linking the asks in suggested fics anymore, so I don't need them that way, and it'll be easier for me to have this just one post. So don't worry! And you don't need to resend anything later (unless you have any new ideas, you can send those!!! haha)

For the reader's gender, I decided I'll write with the female reader more often so it's okay if you see it this way too, but there will be exceptions and I can already see one of your ideas would be an exception. We'll get to that in a while though :D

For the ideas, I really love number 1 and 3-5. Those suggestions are therefore accepted. :D I was going to go into detail why but I feel like I'd be just repeating myself. So yeah, I'll just say that. I'll put them on my to-do list in a moment. ;)

For suggestion 2, I think I'll have to reject it. As much as I love Penguin and Gotham... I don't know, I don't really feel it at the moment. I might come back to it later but not now. This is the idea I'd likely write the gender neutral reader though - coding the specifically as female would feel wrong to me. I won't go into much detail since I don't want to spoil things for you, but people who have seen season 3 probably know what I'm thinking about.

But yeah, 4 out of 5 suggestions are accepted and I actually feel inspired for them so that's good. I should work on everything in the next few days, as well as on my own ideas. As I said, if anything else crosses your mind, you can also send it later and I'd love to give it a thought. :D ILY too 💜

#ask #non anon ask #winterxisxcomingx #tumblr sister #suggestions

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My Review of In/Spectre: Season 2

First season review here.

Color me surprised when it was announced that this series was getting a second season. I didn’t hate it or anything, I was just okay with the story. I didn’t think the Steel Lady Nanase story was going to last as long as it did and thought Kotoko was going to solve more mysteries than that. That reason alone was one of the reasons I was just blah with the anime. Plus, I was pretty in to Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun more than this and both aired around the same time. Well, at least Hanako-kun is getting some kind of new project. What it is, I’m skeptical as fuck about. In the meantime, let’s check out more mysteries with Kotoko and Kuro.

HISTORY: Kotoko Iwanaga is used to the abnormal and out of place situations. When she was 11 years old, she went missing for two weeks. During that time, demons asked her to become their “Goddess of Wisdom”. However, Iwanaga lost her right eye and left leg as a result of this power. Seven years later, she meets a college-aged male named Kuro Sakuragawa. She found a fascination with him, but kept her distance due to him being engaged to another woman.

But Kuro’s life changed when he and his then girlfriend were on vacation and saw a kappa and the situation turned near-deadly. Due to an abnormality with Kuro, whenever it looks like he’s on the verge of death, he comes back to life. This caused the inevitable rift between Kuro and his girlfriend and leaving an opportunity for Kotoko to jump in and force herself on him. Ever since, Kotoko has become Kuro’s really clingy girlfriend. Kuro is just so disinterested and indifferent when it comes to her romantic shenanigans. But he doesn’t mind being an aide when dealing with the supernatural.

SEASON TWO: The first episode starts off with some exposition from a couple of no-name apparitions where they talk about Kotoko and Kuro. Basically, stuff we saw last season including how Kotoko became the God of Wisdom and some stuff from the Steel Lady Nanase arc. Come episode 2, we’re introduced to our next big case involving a man who befriended a Yuki Onna and is accused of killing his ex-wife.

Thankfully, this season we get more than just one long case that extends to pretty much the entire 12 episodes. The Yuki Onna murder case was settled faster than anticipated with only 3 episodes dedicated to it and we get another mystery involving a creepy puppet and dead sea life. And of course, we get more from the mysterious cousin Rikka. Unfortunately, it’s only one episode where she’s actually seen. But her essence lingers! And if you could believe it, there were three more mysteries shown in this season. Now, that’s what I’m talking about! If you’re going to be a supernatural anime, do more than just Steel Lady Nanase for an entire season.

LICENSING: Just like the previous season, Crunchyroll streamed this series with several dubs available. No doubt about that as this series was known as a “Crunchyroll Original” back when they were doing that. Wait, are they still doing that? Nah, I don’t think they are. That’s all there is to it. The original cast came back and, yeah, it’s all good.

SHIPPING PART TWO: Yeah, Kotoko and Kuro are still together…I guess. Kotoko is still clingy and saying perverted things. Kuro is still dead inside despite being immortal. I mean, yeah, they still have cute moments here and there throughout the season. But, come on! You’ve seen these two together. Despite my thoughts about this ship, I don’t hate Kotoko. Yeah, I don’t hate her. I just hate this ship. They work well together when dealing with the supernatural. It’s just that I think they should just remain professionals at their craft and nothing more.

And no amount of sensual ending themes sung by Mamoru Miyano is ever going to convince me otherwise here.

Even when he's pictured with her, Kuro just has this, "Please, just end my life" look on his face.

Now, were there any interferences from anybody this season? Surprisingly no! Yeah, Rikka only had one episode where she was the main focus. Although, her presence has lingered around several of the cases Kotoko worked on. And Rikka still thinks that Kotoko is wrong for her cousin. She’s not quiet about her thoughts on the matter either. As for Saki, Kuro’s ex-fiancé, no sign of her this season.

After badmouthing Kotoko x Kuro, I should have no say in this matter. But I support these two here. Don’t at me!

RANDOM NOTE: Ladies and gentlemen, we have found the one person who survived a hit from Truck-kun. I know several characters on here are spirits and immortals, Rikka and Kuro especially. It’s just that when you literally watch a character get hit by a truck, you automatically think they’re dead or dead and in another world. Rikka gets hit and gets up like nothing happened.

ENDING: Throughout this season, Kotoko and Kuro have been aiding several people with anomalies surrounding the supernatural. This last arc had Kotoko help a dying man resolve his guilty conscience with his family. This mystery had us running around seeing who really killed this man’s wife. Apparently, this woman who was killed 23 years ago, her entire family wanted her dead including her husband and adult children. Sounds like an anime version of the Trumps to me! At least this woman wasn’t buried on a golf course.

Medea, can you go one review without making a snarky Trump-related comment?

When he stops existing, I’ll stop.

The family was running a hotel business and the mother wanted to run the business and the family her own way. So, her husband’s ideas were put on the back-burner, the eldest son can’t leave to become a chef, the daughter can’t marry who she wants, and the youngest son can’t run anything. Unless this woman dies!

Now, where does the supernatural part come into play here? The husband apparently made an agreement with an entity back when he wanted his wife gone. The man was promised it will be so. In actuality, someone actually killed the woman before the entity could do anything. Kotoko heard from the entity, the patriarch of the family, his son, son-in-law, and second-hand talk from the granddaughter. Kotoko laid down what really transpired the night of the murder. Things did not go well for the family with hearing the actual truth about the daughter killing her mother. Things got so heated from the conversation that the son-in-law pulled out a gun, threatened Kotoko with it and wound-up shooting Kuro in the process.

Oh-ho-ho, what did you think was going to happen here?

Kuro’s just going to come back to life. Kuro and Rikka are immortal due to a meddling grandparent and a mysterious item they ate as kids. And of course, Kotoko can communicate with spirits and demons. But this family doesn’t need to know that. In the aftermath of this family learning the full truth, things took a downturn as the father’s illness got worse and the daughter tried committing suicide as the family knows she murdered her mother. Kotoko and Kuro visited the patriarch to the family again after what has happened and learned that they were recommended to help him by none other than Rikka.

Kuro’s seldom-seen cousin Rikka has been in-and-out of this series. She has made her feelings known to Kuro and Kotoko as she loves her cousin Kuro and hates Kotoko. Rikka stayed with the couple during a time in the first season, but took her leave and hasn’t been seen by the two since then. What are Rikka’s intentions with recommending two people to get help from Kotoko? We do not see this in the final episode.

Instead, we see Kotoko conveniently at an unagi restaurant where there’s an intense conversation between two friends. One of the friends accuses the other of killing his spouse. Now, you would think that Kotoko would have heard these two guys speaking aloud in a public setting. But this is Kotoko Iwanaga, the “Goddess of Wisdom” to many spirits, entities, and whatnots. Kotoko was at the restaurant for ulterior motives to do something so crass with Kuro later. She didn’t expect to hear from a ghost. It’s the ghost of the woman that guy from the table over killed. She’s latching onto her living husband making things heavier and difficult for the man. Kotoko later confronts the man and explains that his late wife’s ghost is causing this pain. Kotoko pretty much destroys this whole man’s career in mere minutes. We end with Kotoko going home with Kuro and…the end, I guess.

Hmm…I’m only now realizing that three of the mysteries this season revolved around a dead wife of some sort. Dead ex-wife, dead wife, some guy that killed his wife…and Rikka might be the reason why Kotoko ends up helping out in all of these mysteries. Is Rikka sending Kotoko some hints that if she marries Kuro, she’ll wind up dead. I’m reading too much into this.

I can’t say I didn’t get what I wanted out of this season and that was to have more stories that focus on more than just one entity or mystery. I got that. But I can’t help but feel an empty feeling when it comes to that certain woman, Rikka. We see her in one episode and she’s only mentioned a few times. Yet, there’s so much tenseness between her and the duo. I guess we need yet another season to see if we get more interactions or some kind of showdown. It looks as though the manga is still in publication so I’m going to assume we’ll get more In/Spectre in the coming years.

Okay, fine. I liked this season better than the first season. And judging by the scores on MAL, I’m not alone in that sentiment. And okay, I’ll get off my high-horse about Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun and give In/Spectre its due. If you’re interested in the supernatural, give both seasons a shot. Can’t have one without the other.

Crunchyroll has both seasons available for streaming.

#in/spectre #anime review #in/spectre season 2 #kotoko iwanaga #kuro sakuragawa #rikka sakuragawa #kyokou suiri #kyokou suiri season 2

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