#susie is so proud of herself

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Threes a Formula

Word count: 2.9k

Summary: During a high-energy race weekend, Y/n, beloved in the paddock for her behind-the-scenes content and a lively interviews, captures the attention of both fans and the Wolff family as Mercedes clinches a 1-2 finish; celebrations unfold and emotions run high.

Pairing: Toto Wolff x Susie Wolff x Nanny!reader

Masterlist

Warnings: fluff in the beginning. Later; 18+, cursing, age gap relationship, smut, Daddy kink, Mommy kink.

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.5

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Chapter 4: A Place to Belong

The hum of engines filled the air as the pre-race buzz intensified on the grid. Y/n, dressed in a chic Mercedes jacket paired with white sneakers, was soaking in the atmosphere, her smile as radiant as the morning sun. She had been a regular face in the paddock for over a year now, capturing behind-the-scenes moments and supporting the Wolff family with her charm and warmth.

On her hip sat little Jack Wolff, his miniature Mercedes cap slightly askew as he clutched his favorite toy race car. He was taking it all in with wide, curious eyes, his other arm wrapped securely around Y/n’s neck.

As Y/n paused to take a quick picture for her social media, she heard a familiar voice behind her.

“Ah, there they are—Y/n L/n and the youngest Wolff himself!”

Turning around, Y/n found herself face-to-face with Martin Brundle, his microphone at the ready and a cheeky grin on his face. Susie, just a few steps behind, waved warmly, clearly heading their way.

“Oh, no,” Y/n laughed, holding up her free hand in mock protest while steadying Jack with the other. “You’ve caught me off guard, Martin!”

“Caught off guard? Never! You look ready for the spotlight,” Martin quipped. “Mind if I steal a moment of your time for a quick chat?”

Y/n hesitated, glancing at Susie, who gave her an encouraging nod before stepping up beside her.

“Why not?” Y/n said finally, adjusting Jack’s cap with a soft smile. “I suppose it’s my turn now.”

Martin’s grin widened. “Perfect! Now, Y/n, you’ve been a bit of a sensation since you joined the Wolff family. Tell me, how did you end up in this whirlwind world of F1?”

Y/n chuckled. “It’s been quite the journey, honestly. I applied for a nanny position, thinking I’d just help out with Jack, and somehow I ended up here—traveling to races, meeting incredible people, and being thrown into the deep end of motorsport. I didn’t expect it, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

“And you’ve become a fan favorite, might I add,” Martin continued. “Your behind-the-scenes content has given fans a unique perspective on the Wolffs and life in the paddock. What’s been your favorite moment so far?”

She paused, bouncing Jack slightly as he started fiddling with her jacket zipper. “That’s a tough one. I think it’s the little things, honestly. Watching Jack light up when Lewis or George takes a moment to say hello, or seeing Toto and Susie celebrate a win together—it reminds me that this sport is about people, not just cars and races.”

“Well said,” Martin replied, clearly impressed. “And speaking of inspiring moments, Susie, I can’t let you slip away without a word about F1 Academy. You’ve been championing it passionately—how’s the journey going?”

Susie stepped closer, her confidence radiating. “It’s been incredible, Martin. F1 Academy is about opening doors for young female drivers and showing the world their talent and determination. Today, we’re focusing on visibility—getting people talking, watching, and supporting these amazing athletes. It’s more than a race; it’s a movement, and I’m so proud to be part of it.”

Martin nodded approvingly. “A fantastic initiative. And Y/n, I hear you’ve been doing your part to keep the Wolff household well-fed. Is there a secret to winning over a team principal?”

Y/n laughed, her cheeks flushing as Jack giggled on her hip. “If there is, I haven’t figured it out yet! But I will say, Toto does have a sweet tooth, so I might have bribed him with a few batches of cookies here and there.”

“I think you’ve just revealed Toto’s weakness to the world,” Martin teased, making the crowd around them chuckle.

“Oops,” Y/n joked, pretending to zip her lips.

As the interview wrapped up, Martin leaned in conspiratorially. “Last question—if you had to pick a driver to support on race day, who would it be?”

Y/n smiled slyly. “Now, Martin, you’re not getting me into trouble with that one. I support the team, always.”

“Well dodged,” he said, shaking his head with a laugh. “Y/n L/n and Susie Wolff, everyone—a dynamic duo and paddock favorites. And, of course, let’s not forget Jack!”

Jack grinned and waved his toy car at the camera, earning a round of “aww”s from those nearby.

As Martin moved on to his next target, Y/n exhaled in relief, a playful grin still on her face. From the garage, Toto caught her eye, giving her a small thumbs-up, and Susie leaned in with a wink.

“Not bad for your first grid interview,” Susie whispered.

“Not bad at all,” Y/n murmured, bouncing Jack on her hip.

As Y/n and Susie strolled further down the grid, the energy around them buzzed with excitement. Team members and drivers mingled, cameras flashed, and engines roared to life in the background. Jack wiggled on Y/n’s hip, pointing toward one of the Mercedes cars parked in its slot.

“Look, Y/n! Uncle Lewis’s car!” he exclaimed, his voice full of awe.

Y/n smiled at Jack's enthusiasm. “You have a good eye, buddy. Should we go say hi if he’s around?”

Susie chuckled. “I’m sure Lewis won’t mind his biggest fan dropping by for a visit.”

As they approached the garage, Lewis appeared, stepping out from a conversation with his engineers. Dressed in his race suit and sporting his signature sunglasses, he spotted Jack immediately. A broad smile spread across his face as he walked over.

“Jack! My man!” Lewis crouched down to Jack’s level, ruffling his hair gently. “Ready to watch me race today?”

Jack nodded excitedly, holding up his toy car. “I’m gonna race, too, one day! Like you!”

“I believe it,” Lewis replied warmly, giving him a fist bump. He glanced up at Y/n. “And Y/n, you’re holding down the fort, as always.”

“Trying my best,” she teased. “Though this one keeps me on my toes.”

“Sounds familiar,” Toto’s voice interjected, drawing their attention. He approached with his usual commanding presence, though his expression softened as he looked at Y/n and Jack. “Am I interrupting?” he asked, his tone teasing.

“Not at all,” Lewis replied, standing. “But I think Jack’s stealing all the attention on the grid today. Watch out, Toto—he might be gunning for my job next.”

Toto laughed, reaching over to straighten Jack’s cap. “If he wants it, he’ll have to fight you for it. How’s my little troublemaker doing?”

“Good!” Jack said, wriggling to be held by his father. Toto took him with ease, holding him close. Jack leaned into Toto’s shoulder, clearly comfortable.

Y/n stepped back slightly, brushing her hands together as she smiled at the scene. She caught Lewis’s eye, and he gave her a knowing look.

“Cute family moment,” he said under his breath, just loud enough for her to hear.

Y/n’s cheeks flushed, but she quickly brushed it off. “It’s a team effort,” she replied, her voice light.

Before Lewis could respond, George Russell approached, his helmet in hand. “Are we having a family reunion over here?” he joked, nodding at the group.

“Just making sure Jack doesn’t upstage us all,” Y/n quipped, earning a laugh from George.

The conversation continued for a few minutes, with Y/n seamlessly navigating the playful banter between Lewis, George, and Toto. Susie, standing nearby, watched with an amused smile, clearly enjoying the dynamic.

As the drivers were called away for final preparations, Toto turned to Y/n, his expression softening. “Thanks for keeping him entertained. It’s not easy being on the grid with so much going on.”

Y/n shrugged, her smile warm. “He’s a natural. Besides, it’s all part of the job, right? Besides I had practiced by now. i know how this goes.” She smiles over to him.

Toto hesitated for a moment, his gaze lingering on her. “You do far more than just the job, Y/n. Susie and I both see that.”

Susie stepped up, nodding in agreement. “He’s right. We couldn’t ask for anyone better to be part of this crazy life with us.”

The sincerity in their words caught Y/n off guard, and for a moment, she didn’t know how to respond. “Thank you,” she said softly, her voice almost lost amidst the roar of the engines.

Toto gave her a small, reassuring smile. “Now, let’s find your spot to watch the race. Jack needs to cheer extra loud today.”

As the group made their way to the Mercedes hospitality suite, Y/n couldn’t shake the warmth spreading through her chest.

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The hospitality suite buzzed with energy as Y/n, Susie, and Jack settled in to watch the race. Y/n had her phone out, snapping candid shots of Jack playing with his toy car and the gorgeous view of the circuit below. She posted a photo of Jack pointing to the track with the caption: Our little race strategist in the making.

���Alright, Jack,” Y/n said with a grin. “How about we do one of those TikTok trends while we wait for the lights out?”

Jack’s face lit up, and Susie laughed. “You and your trends, Y/n. What’s on the menu this time?”

“I’m thinking something fun and easy. Maybe the ‘This or That’ filter?” Y/n said, already pulling up the app. She positioned Jack in front of her phone’s camera while Susie leaned in, both of them laughing as Jack tried to mimic the moves Y/n showed him.

“Okay, ready? Smile for the start!” Y/n instructed as the filter began, asking questions like ‘Hot weather or cold weather?’ and ‘Speed or strategy?’. Jack’s exaggerated expressions and Susie’s playful answers made the video a hit even before she posted it.

After recording, Y/n edited a short clip for Instagram, captioning it: Race day fun with the Wolff crew—Jack’s taking his job as chief strategist very seriously!

As the race began, Toto was entirely in his zone. His eyes were glued to the screens, his headset on, giving rapid-fire instructions to the team. The tension in the room rose with every lap, but Y/n, Susie, and Jack stayed relaxed, cheering for Lewis and George as they climbed through the field.

Y/n found herself snapping more photos for her Story: Jack eating a snack while watching the race, Susie’s proud smile as Mercedes pulled ahead, and a shot of the circuit glowing under the bright afternoon sun. The final caption read: Electric vibes today! Let’s go, Mercedes!

The race reached its thrilling conclusion with a spectacular 1-2 finish for Mercedes, Lewis taking the win and George securing second. The room erupted into cheers, and Jack jumped up and down with excitement, his tiny hands clapping wildly.

“Papa’s team did it!” Jack exclaimed, his eyes sparkling as he hugged Y/n.

“They sure did, buddy!” Y/n said, scooping him up as Susie joined in the celebration.

Moments later, Toto stormed into the suite, his usual composed demeanor replaced by pure, unfiltered joy. His grin was wide, his eyes shining as he made a beeline for his family. He embraced Susie tightly before turning to Jack and lifting him high into the air.

“You saw that, didn’t you, my boy?” Toto said, his voice thick with pride. Jack giggled and nodded enthusiastically.

Then Toto’s attention shifted to Y/n. Without hesitation, he pulled her into the hug, wrapping one arm securely around her shoulders. Y/n froze for a second, caught off guard by the closeness. But the warmth and energy of the moment swept her up, and she relaxed, smiling as Toto held all of them together.

When the crowd’s focus shifted elsewhere—toward Lewis and George celebrating on the podium—Toto’s hand lingered on Y/n’s back, sliding slightly lower than appropriate. She stiffened, her heart skipping a beat, unsure if it was accidental or intentional.

It took her a moment to process what was happening. When Toto’s grip tightened slightly, his fingers resting just on the curve of her waist, a wave of heat rushed through her. She glanced up, meeting his gaze. His expression remained calm, though there was an unmistakable flicker of something in his eyes���something Y/n wasn’t sure how to interpret.

Despite the shock, she didn’t pull away. Instead, she let herself lean into his embrace, her thoughts racing. The contact felt…nice, comforting even. It wasn’t until Susie called out to Toto, teasing him about hogging the family moment, that he finally released her, his hand returning to a more appropriate position.

As the podium celebration began and champagne sprayed across the stage, Y/n couldn’t help but steal a glance at Toto. He was back to his composed self, congratulating the team with his usual poise. But the lingering touch stayed with her, and she found herself wondering what it meant.

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As the celebrations continued into the evening, the Mercedes hospitality area transformed into a hub of elation. Y/n captured the essence of the moment through her phone, snapping candid photos and videos for her Instagram.

One post featured George and Lewis spraying champagne at each other in the garage, the caption reading: This team knows how to win in style. Another showed Jack sitting proudly on Toto’s shoulders, holding a miniature trophy replica while Y/n wrote: Our little champ stole the spotlight!

By the time the post-race buzz began to fade, Susie approached Y/n with a soft smile. “You’ve been amazing today, Y/n. Thank you for keeping Jack entertained—and us, honestly,” she said with a laugh. “Toto and I are heading out with the team to celebrate. Do you mind staying back with Jack?”

“Of course not,” Y/n replied, adjusting Jack’s hat as he clutched her hand. “We’ll have our own little party, won’t we, Jack?”

“Yeah! Pizza and cartoons!” Jack said excitedly, making Y/n laugh.

“Perfect plan,” she agreed. Susie gave her a grateful nod before leaving to join Toto, who was already rounding up the team for drinks.

Back at the suite, Y/n and Jack settled into a cozy routine. After ordering room service, they shared a small pizza, Jack delighting in picking off all the olives while Y/n laughed at his antics. She recorded a short video of him spinning in circles, his arms stretched out as he pretended to be a race car. The caption read: Driver of the day: Jack Wolff!

Once dinner was over, Y/n got Jack into his pajamas, reading him a bedtime story about a brave little boy who dreamed of becoming a race car driver. His eyelids grew heavier with each word, and soon he was fast asleep, snuggled against his favorite stuffed animal.

Y/n quietly tidied up and sat on the balcony for a moment, letting the cool night air wash over her. The city lights sparkled in the distance, and the faint sounds of laughter from the team’s celebration reached her ears. ______________________________________________________________

It was past midnight when the door to the suite opened, and Susie and Toto stumbled in, laughter spilling out into the quiet space. Y/n looked up from the kitchen counter, surprised to see the usually composed duo completely drunk and far more relaxed than she had ever seen them.

“Toto, shh!” Susie whispered—though it was anything but quiet—pressing a finger to his lips while she tried to stifle her giggles. “Jack’s asleep!”

Toto’s grin widened as he stumbled slightly, catching himself against the doorframe. “Right. Quiet. Like ninjas,” he said in a mock-serious tone, which only made Susie laugh harder.

Y/n couldn’t help but chuckle. “Looks like you two had a fun night.”

“It was amazing!” Susie declared, her cheeks flushed as she sauntered over to Y/n, draping an arm around her shoulders with far less reserve than usual. “Everyone’s on top of the world. Y/n, you should’ve been there. We missed you.”

“You’re too kind,” Y/n replied softly, steadying Susie as she leaned into her. “I had my own party here with Jack—pizza, cartoons, and a bedtime story.”

“And you made it all look effortless,” Susie said, her voice dropping into something more intimate, her gaze lingering on Y/n’s face. “You’re incredible. We don’t deserve you.”

“Speak for yourself,” Toto added, his deep voice drawing Y/n’s attention. He stood just behind Susie, his tall frame leaning against the counter, watching her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. “I knew from the moment we hired you that you were special.”

Y/n’s cheeks burned under the weight of his stare, but before she could respond, Susie turned her fully toward her, both hands gripping Y/n’s arms gently. “We love you, you know that, right?” Susie’s words were slightly slurred, but her sincerity shone through.

Y/n smiled, though her heart pounded in her chest. “I love you guys too.”

Susie’s smile deepened as she stepped closer, her hands sliding down Y/n’s arms. “No, I mean, we really love you,” she murmured, her tone low, her eyes flickering between Y/n’s lips and her own hand, now brushing Y/n’s waist.

Y/n barely had time to process Susie’s words before Toto closed the distance, his towering presence engulfing the space. “She’s not just amazing,” Toto said, his voice lower now, almost a growl. He reached out, his hand brushing the side of Y/n’s neck. “She’s… everything.”

Y/n’s breath hitched as Toto’s thumb lingered against her skin. Susie stepped in closer, her fingers lightly tracing Y/n’s waist, her expression soft yet filled with desire. The air between them was thick, charged with an electricity Y/n had never felt before.

Susie leaned in first, her lips grazing Y/n’s cheek before moving lower toward the corner of her mouth. “You’ve been so good to us,” she whispered. “We want to be good to you too.”

Toto’s hand slid to the small of Y/n’s back, pulling her closer to him. His lips were near her ear as he murmured, “Tell us if this is too much, Y/n. We’ll stop.” ______________________________________________________________ @pand-de-pandora-blog @wonderwolffs @laura-naruto-fan1998 @strangegirl974 @totothewolff @xoscar03 @noooway555 @myescapefromthislife @omgsuperstarg @laur2608 @bisexual-babygirl-mj @cherry-piee @jkdaddy01

[disneyprincemuke]

basement noise * fem!driver

logan starts to feel a little left out

pairings: logan sargeant x fem!driver, sebastian vettel x fem!driver, oscar piastri x fem!driver

notes: hey surpRISE AND EARLY UPDATE WAHOOOO i'm trying to finish up her 2023 year before i start moving onto her 2024 season <3

(series masterlist) | (📂 the rookie season)

logan stares at the unanswered text message in their group chat, clicking his tongue as he glances at the time at the corner of his phone screen. it’s been an hour since he sent his text message.

he’s not saying his friends are ignoring him, but it is slowly starting to seem that way. his call time to the paddocks isn’t as early as theirs and that’s why they’ve arrived way before him.

he sighs. since the season had begun, it hasn’t been easy to integrate himself into the grid unlike his two other friends. oscar’s gotten along with lando and is doing great with his team. meanwhile she’s done exceptionally well, and even if she wasn’t, max and some of the older drivers seem to have taken quite the liking to her.

which shouldn’t be all that surprising to him. she had already found herself a new group of friends even before the season had started. from the kickstart of the pre-season testing, max had already paraded her around like he was a proud older brother.

sure, he has alex. by default. because they are teammates. but realistically, alex will always find himself preferring george’s company to his. they’re best friends, after all.

logan presses his lips together as the team car slowly comes to a stop right outside the paddocks. he glances at benny, focused on his own phone, texting his wife.

so he just keeps to himself as he alights the car. hopefully, he’s kept busy enough this weekend not to notice the distance that might go unnoticed by his friends, but is very prominent for him.

just as he walks through the gantries into the paddocks, he watches the smaller girl walk past him unknowingly, engaged in serious conversations with marta and susie. she’s turned the other way, so she doesn’t even notice him.

when he approaches the livelier areas of the paddocks, noticing oscar walking around with lando. oscar does notice him, smiling at him politely before he makes a sharp turn into the mclaren garage.

logan just sighs again, navigating his way to the williams garage with a weight in his chest.

“i’ll see you again later before your race! i promise!” she shouts, waving her arms in the air as she leaves susie and marta. she runs through the paddocks, truthfully unaware of where she is heading.

when sebastian had asked her to meet him somewhere, it could be anywhere in the paddocks. it could very easily well be at the aston martin home where fernando is hanging out, or their own.

she feels around in her pockets for her phone, halting in the middle of the crowd. she turns around, ready to chase susie to ask if she’d left her phone in her office by chance. but she can vividly remember where she left it in her driver’s room right before she bolted out, late for a lunch date with some of the drivers from the f1 academy.

she clicks her tongue, picking up her feet to start running again. she hears max calling out for her but she’s late, from what she can tell.

if only she was better at restraining herself from staying extra minutes just to hear the latest paddock gossip over lunch. but she couldn’t help herself as she increasingly got invested, giggling in her mind about how she’s going to tell logan everything in the evening when they leave the paddocks to get ice cream.

she arrives at the aston martin home, chest heaving as she approaches the one person loitering outside the building. “lance!”

the canadian whirls around at the call of his name with wide eyes, shocked that the younger girl is calling for him. yes, he is terrified of her, but that’s a story for another time.

“yes?”

“has my race engineer been kidnapped by your grandpa?” she asks, hands on her hips and slightly hunched over as she tries to catch her breath.

“my,” lance takes a deep breath, “grandpa?”

“fernando. has fernando kidnapped my race engineer? he told me to meet him, but i don’t know where.”

lance presses his lips into a thin line. “have you tried texting him?”

she sighs, shaking her head. “no, i left my phone in my room. i don’t have the time to go and get it.”

“oh!” lance perks up, reaching into his back pocket and offers it to her. “here, you can use my phone.”

she mutters a soft thank you as she takes the phone into her hands, navigating lance’s contact list. she raises an eyebrow and looks at him. “you saved my number as grid princess? really?”

“we all have your number saved as that.”

“i-“ she shakes her head, finding for the number she needs. “not important.”

she presses the phone to her ear as it rings, hoping that sebastian answers his phone. hopefully he’s not as forget as her.

“lance?”

“no.”

“you sound different, lance.”

“seb! it’s me! i left my phone in my room.”

“oh, (y/n)!” there’s a pause. “why are you using lance’s phone?”

“i can’t find you,” she mutters, shaking her head in shame as lance watches her. “tell me where you are or i’ll be even later for our meeting. was it over a cup of coffee or what?”

“coffee. come quick.”

“come on, mate.” logan stares at alex blankly, watching the older driver tug at his hand towards the door of his room. “you’ve got to join us for a snack. george is buying food.”

“i don’t feel like eating,” logan mutters, retracting his arm immediately. he lies on the massage table of his room, moving his hand under his head. “go without me.”

“i can’t!” alex frowns. “your best friend told me to take care of you. i can’t grab food and leave you here by yourself.”

logan shrugs. “if you’re only inviting me because she told you to, i don’t wanna go.”

“what?” alex tilts his head. “no, george asked me to bring you! we’re sneaking out of the paddocks for a bit to get food! come on! the local food here is amazing.”

“i don’t want to go.”

“logan.”

“alex?”

“i’m telling james you’re locking yourself inside your room again. he won’t be happy.”

logan looks at alex without moving his head, the glare shooting daggers at the older driver. alex raises his eyebrows with a small smile, never having seen this emotion in the rookie.

“i don’t care if you tell him.”

“fine, be that way,” alex sighs dejectedly. he doesn’t want to use more names as a bargaining chip, but it seems that he will have to resort to exactly that. “i’ll just tell oscar and (y/n) you’re being like this.”

logan scoffs, dropping his phone by his head. he breathes out exasperatedly and rolls to lie on his back. “as if they’d care.”

alex, already halfway to the door, stops in his tracks and turns around. “mate,” he trails off softly, “what do you mean by that?”

“it’s so obvious,” logan sighs again, turning to face the wall. “she’s always with max or whoever. i’m alone.”

“i’m here with you right now.”

logan furrows his eyebrows. that’s not what he means. alex probably knows that too. “i just wanna be alone right now, alex. i’m sorry.”

“oh, okay. i’ll bring you something back.”

logan turns around quickly, chasing for alex’s presence. “alex, wait.”

alex turns around just as before he is able to close the door. he’s hopeful that logan would join him and george for some food — the rookie often spending time with his two best friends means that he doesn’t get many opportunities to get to know him outside of team content and meetings.

“don’t tell them i said that, okay?” he sighs before looking down to avoid the curious brown eyes. “i don’t want them knowing i feel that way.”

alex hums. sometimes he sees his younger self in the rookie. the rookie’s often introverted demeanour makes it very easy to sympathise with him, especially when he had a rough couple of years in another team all by himself. he knows what it feels like.

perhaps what logan needs is space. hopefully he opens up soon, and then alex can finally put his mind to rest with some reassurance. because it’s not like his performance is helping him out with his confidence. he’s been there, done that.

“okay,” alex nods. “your secret’s safe with me.”

lando hums, looking around the paddocks. his eyes lands on his teammate, who is simply staring off blankly at the grandstand as he chews away on his sandwich.

“what?” oscar asks monotonously, still looking ahead with his eyes half open. he’s sunk into the small seat situated at the edge of their garage with his leg over the other. “i can feel you looking at me, mate. what is it?”

“oh,” lando says softly, chuckling to himself. he sinks into his own seat and turns away to take a bite from his own sandwich. “nothing. i was just wondering where dumb and dumber are.”

he sees oscar perk up with realisation, turning to look at him slowly. his eyebrows are furrowed at the sheer realisation of what’s been missing the entire day. he lets out a soft “ah” before he turns to look at the grandstand again. “i don’t actually know. we’ve been so busy today — i hadn’t even noticed.”

the older driver laughs, nodding along. “yeah, we only get busier from here, mate. i haven’t texted max back still. actually, i don’t even know where my phone is.”

oscar laughs, licking his lips. “neither do i. i barely even got to have a 5 minute phone call with lily this morning. i had to leave so early.”

“just one more interview and we’re free,” lando sighs, shaking his head. truthfully, he’s grown quite tired too. for someone like him, running out of energy to be talking to everyone doesn’t come often. but it feels like the day is finally getting the best of him.

he’s simply dreading the next interview they’ve got. he doesn’t know how many more fake laughs and forced smiles he’s got within himself. he doesn’t want to do small talk anymore. he just wants to head back to the hotel and get some sleep for what friday has to bring them.

“getting ice cream with the powerpuff girls tonight?”

oscar laughs with a simple nod. “of course. she’s not going to let a weekend by where we don’t try some local ice cream.”

“alright, good meeting,” sebastian grins at her, slowly closing his laptop. “so you know what to do this weekend, kid? confident you’ll score some points?”

“of course,” she laughs with a small nod. “i’m ready to tackle the weekend.”

sebastian stands up, holding the laptop against his chest. “good! so, where are you headed to now?”

she smiles. “hopefully off to take a shower and start getting ready for my ice cream date with the boys.”

“ah! exciting,” sebastian grins. “well i’ve got one more meeting. you’ll be okay on your own?” she nods. “okay, well, if you leave before my meeting ends, let me know, alright?”

“of course!” she beams with a grin. she spots a familiar shade of blue across the paddocks, beaming when she spots logan in the crowd of williams personnel. she tries to push past sebastian, who’s now opening the door, and attempts to dart out to stop logan for a quick conversation to confirm their ice cream date that evening. before she can make it to the top of the steps, another familiar face pops up in front of her with a wide smile.

sebastian greets max before quickly excusing himself, leaving the girl with the older driver. “hi?”

“hi!” max greets her with an excited wave. “are you busy? i need your help.”

she opens her mouth, deciding her answer as she peeks over his shoulder. she answers with a soft ��yeah’ as she watches the crowd of blue walking away and disappearing from her sight. “what is it?”

“we’re going to the uk for a vacation this summer and p’s coming along with us. i wanna plan something — she really wants to meet you.”

logan sighs to himself, leaning up against the railing of the stairs leading up to the andretti racing home. he looks around the paddocks and then glances down at his phone for the time. everybody is late. could it be possible that plans were cancelled without him knowing?

could it be that her and oscar agreed to call raincheck without remembering to let him know? which would them simply confirm his suspicions that he is slowly losing his best friends.

but there’s no other time but tonight to get ice cream together. unless she’s planning to get it with somebody else? he huffs to himself and pushes himself off the railing to start his journey back to his hotel room for a lonely night. that was, until he hears a voice calling out to him.

“oh, logan! are you waiting for her? why don’t you come in and sit down while you wait?” sebastian smiles, letting the door close behind him. he walks down the steps, immediately noticing the sadder aura around the boy.

sure, he knows that logan is typically soft spoken by himself, but he believes that he knows logan well enough now that he is comfortable being himself. “is something wrong? the media picked you apart again today, kid?”

logan looks up and quickly shakes his head. he rubs the back of his neck and hisses softly. “no, it’s not that,” he laughs sheepishly, trying to ignore the heavy weight on his chest. “have my plans been cancelled, seb? did i not know?”

maybe he should try opening up to sebastian? if anyone knows what it’s like falling out with a friend, sebastian is definitely one of those people, right?

he watches sebastian process his words. he immediately regrets opening up to him. “ah, forget it.”

“no, no! i’m glad you’re opening up to me,” sebastian snaps out of his trance and puts a comforting hand on his shoulder. “i’m not judging you. i get it. are you feeling okay?”

logan shrugs with a soft frown. “i don’t know. just a little weird — my text in the group chat from this morning’s still unanswered.”

sebastian stares at him, trying to come up with the words to try and make him feel better. until it hits him. “oh! is that what you’re concerned about?” sebastian laughs, pulling logan into his side for a hug. “she wasn’t ignoring you! she left her phone in her driver’s room and never had the time to go back in to get it. we were riddled with interviews and meetings all day. then max hijacked her early in the evening to plan something with penelope.”

logan looks at him, skeptism written all over his face. “are you serious?”

“i’m serious, kid,” sebastian confirms with a firm nod. “and i ran into oscar and lando earlier. they were super busy too. oscar even told me he can’t wait to finally sit back and relax with you guys at the ice cream parlour.”

as if on cue, oscar pops up from the corner of the racing home with his bag lazily strung over his shoulder. “why are you guys hugging?”

sebastian frowns. “what’s wrong with that?”

oscar shakes his head, blinking rapidly. “nothing, i suppose.” he rubs his eyes and groans. “i’m just a little tired, probably. i can’t wait to get some ice cream.”

logan feels the weight slowly lifting from his chest. logan slumps his shoulders slightly with a grin. he tries to confirm sebastian’s allegations. “i haven’t seen you all day, mate. busy day?”

“busiest i’ve had in a while,” oscar yawns, covering his mouth. “i haven’t even gotten to talk to lily at all today.”

the door swings open with a loud shriek, their body suddenly knocked back by a body throwing itself against them. he looks down in shock at the smaller girl who has her arms thrown around his and oscar’s bodies. “hey!”

she hops back excitedly, hair pulled back into a new hairstyle. “ice cream?” she nods excitedly at logan and then she turns to oscar, repeating the question.

oscar throws his head back with a laugh. he wraps an arm around her shoulder, and smiles. “of course. i’ve been looking forward to ice cream with you guys all day.”

sebastian finally steps away from him with a small smile and a thumbs-up. he returns the gesture, his warm smile finally putting the older man at ease. it would be a shame to watch a friendship as genuine and great as theirs fall apart. as much as he can, he would like to make sure that their authenticity never ever leaves them.

“come on! i wanna go and walk around town after we get ice cream,” she shrieks, reaching out to pull logan along with her. she glances at sebastian. “would you like to join us, seb?”

sebastian laughs, politely declining her offers. “i just want to take a nap after the day we’ve had.”

she nods, wrapping an arm around logan’s torso as they start to walk to the exit of the paddocks. “which one of you’s driving tonight? cause it’s definitely not me.”

“i’ll drive,” logan nods willingly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and giving her a soft squeeze. “i heard you left your phone in your room all day. how’d you survive being apart from your phone for that long?”

she throws her head back with a groan. “barely! i can’t believe i went the whole day without chatting with you guys!”

oscar scoffs. “clingy.”

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[beryllineart]

The Cost of Mercy

This is my 100th post, I wanted to do something special and I liked this idea. It was not originally going to be this long. (20 pages! Wow!)

Because this took me half a month to create, I think I'll probably do a little "making of" post just to discuss how the end result differed from my original plans for this comic. I wish I could say I have a backlog of art to post, but I don't, and this comic might have given me burnout.

Ughhhh, my stupid brain has been telling me non-stop how "talentless" I am and how all of my drawings look terrible and that made making this comic an uphill battle. But I did it, and I hope that eventually I can feel proud of it. In the meantime, I think I need to do a couple of art tutorials so my brain actually acknowledges that I've been improving.

(Update: took a break between page 10 and 11 which improved my mental state, I still feel it's important to acknowledge that time of low self esteem and how I pushed through it. Also, I learned what a pen stabilizer was on page 12.)

I deserve a small ramble about this comic, right? Actually, it's pretty much as long as the comic itself, so you have been warned.

Yeah, so, this was inspired by my Susie vs. Lancer comic. In that, Susie does not admit her vulnerability to herself in time and that leads to her making a mistake she regrets. I wanted to show Asriel showing false vulnerability (my headcanon of him being an actor coming into play here) and creating a betrayal similar to Susie's, only this one was on purpose.

"But Beryll," I hear you say, "doesn't Asriel think Frisk is Chara? Why on earth would Asriel kill his best friend?" Well, besides the fact that a) Asriel is both a god of hyperdeath and a LV 9999 maniac b) he's already killed Frisk dozens of times in this battle alone and c) the image of black silhouettes on a red background with a glowing white sword is too cool to pass up, I have a little interaction I couldn't fit in the comic that should explain things.

That's my way of reconciling the whole "I thought you were Chara" thing when Chara and Frisk do not physically look alike at all. Remember, Flowey's genocide dialogue in the Ruins says, "I have a plan to become all powerful. Even more powerful than you and your stolen soul." Meaning that he knows this human physically is not Chara come back to life, but something in their mannerisms or something is so similar to Chara that Flowey convinces himself that they are. And in this comic, Asriel was so desperate for Chara to remember him that he takes Frisk's soul for himself, in the hopes that when they are reunited Chara will come back as well. (And he had to get up close and personal because of the soul's annoying tendency to crack before he can take it, also, glowing white sword. That's why I don't show the heart as broken on page 4, even though that would give the off the "dead" vibes more clearly.)

And now we come to the part where he says, "Hey, remember that time you wanted to kill all of those humans? Want to try again?" I think Flowey has been holding on to the whole "kill or be killed" mentality because he thinks it was his fault that he and Chara died. He fears being weak and being a coward, which is why he became a sadistic LV 9999 psychopath. Again, the whole acting headcanon thing that I rambled about in a different post.

Asriel's last memories of being with Chara are of feeling Chara's anger towards the humans, and when they finally reunite, he can't accept that, as a ghost, Chara learned to let go of that anger, having realized their own mistakes and realizing that it was their anger that got them into trouble. But Asriel has been holding on to that anger that wasn't even his own, all because he believes that it was his fault that they both died, since he fought against that anger.

So yeah, Asriel and Flowey's strongest emotions are actually guilt. Flowey's got a bit of survivor's guilt because he was brought back, albeit as a flower. But most of the guilt comes from convincing himself that it was his fault he and Chara died. That guilt causes him to reject all of the positive emotions that come his way and hold on to the hurt for so long that he hardly realizes it's there, causing that empty feeling that he thinks is a lack of emotions. But if he ever managed to actually let go of his guilt, he would realize that he actually can feel emotions. I have never believed that soulless = emotionless, given the way Flowey acts.

I just want to say, when Asriel resets in this comic, I'm definitely imagining a thing like when Majora's Mask Link plays the Song of Time, where all of the souls are leaving him like Link's items leave as he falls through the void, finally waking up as Flowey. Also, from a mechanics standpoint, Asriel has access to several save files when he's got Frisk's soul. He can reset to the moments after he got Frisk's soul, to when Frisk took away his control over resets, and to when he was first brought back as Flowey. He can't go further back than that because he can't go back to a time he didn't have that power. The only reason he can go back further than the moment he stole Frisk's soul is because of the enormous amounts of determination from all of the souls he has, both monster and human.

Okay, now I want to talk about the ending of the comic. All sweet and nice because Flowey's finally learning to let go of some of the things that made him evil and mean, right? I'm writing this ramble halfway through drawing the comic, so I'm assuming how that ends. (Also, if it's not clear, Frisk has forgotten their entire time in the Underground before. To them, this is the first time they've been down here.)

Well, that leads me to wonder, how will Flowey act since he has decided to be nice and stuff? Honestly, I don't know how the boss battles would go, but I think he and Frisk would develop a genuine friendship. He would hang around places he's pretty sure have save points, maybe give some tips and share a joke or two. Basically, imagine something like what he does for Clover in Undertale Yellow.

But, because we can't have happy Flowey, let's give him a new source of guilt. Now, Flowey lives in fear of Frisk finding out what he did, how he preyed on their sympathy just so he could kill them and steal their soul. He's been acting nice now, and enjoying their friendship, but he can't convince himself to fully commit to it (acting headcanon mention three) because he's afraid he might lose that friendship. Which is why, when Frisk chooses to hug and forgive Asriel, he refuses both, since he remembers what happened last time they hugged (on page 4) and he doesn't feel he deserves forgiveness when they don't even remember the truly horrible things he did. (Again, I'm not completely sure what the boss battles would have been like.) <Actually, I've taken a few days since writing this ramble and have figured it out but will discuss it in a future post.

But Frisk is a determined kid, and after they watch the sunset with everybody (and decide to live with Toriel of course) they go all the way back to the Ruins where this happens.

I hope you are noticing the parallels between Frisk and Chara that help defend Flowey/Asriel's confusion, because I worked hard on integrating that. They are very much alike.

So, that's the end of my ramble. I guess a long comic needs a long ramble, huh? Despite my brain's attempts to convince me otherwise, I actually really enjoyed making this comic. If you did read this whole thing, good for you! I'm not the best at explaining these things in an understandable manner, so I know it might have been hard to read.

Also, January 16th is/was Appreciate a Dragon Day. So here's Douglas, who guards my things while I do art. (I did 6 pages today, so Douglas got plenty of work in.)

[starkwlkr]

It’s been a pleasure to read your works Jen, no one writes quite like you. Wishing you well and hope you’ll come back soon. I understand this isn’t your usual pairing but it would mean a lot to me and if you have the time: I could request: ‘Toto x Susie x reader’ where she is an upcoming driver, her family weren’t supportive and the Wolff’s take her under their wing as one of their own overtime? Thanks so much 🥰

what was i made for? | F1

for the purpose of this fic, the reader is going to be a rookie during the 2019 season because yes <3 live laugh love 2019 rookies 🫶🏼also this is my last post so thank you for all the love and support!!

Y/n knew how her parents felt about karting. They always told her the same thing: that’s no place for a little girl, you’re going to get hurt blah blah blah. But she wasn’t a little girl anymore. She continued with her dreams. Eventually she found herself winning trophies and raising it on the small podium. Then the small podium turned into a bigger one.

The journey to F1 was hard, but she was proud of herself. The holidays were especially hard for her. She hard received the news that her family wasn’t going to be with her for the holidays at all.

She didn’t live in Monaco like most of the drivers on the grid, she couldn’t afford it. For now, she was living with a roommate in London. But even her roommate had plans with her own family so Y/n was going to be spending her time alone in her flat with nothing but takeout and Netflix.

Toto Wolff was the first one to notice the frown on the young girl’s face. It was a late night in there paddock and all the team principals had a late meeting. He was surprised to see her. All the drivers were gone, most likely already on flights to their families or vacation homes. But she was still here.

“Are you waiting on someone?” Toto asked.

“No, I just don’t want to leave right now. Is that weird to say?” She replied.

“I don’t find it weird. I just thought you would’ve already been on a plane headed towards Ibiza or Mallorca. I think that’s where most drivers and their families go for the holidays. What are your plans?”

“Well . . . I have a new season of this show that I’m watching to catch up on. I might watch all the marvel movies. And if I finish everything before break is over then I guess I’ll just sleep.” She said casually.

“You’re not going to spend time with your family?” He questioned.

“I don’t know where they are. Last time I checked, they were in the Maldives. All I got was a text saying they couldn’t meet me at the airport and my roommate is away with hers, but at least I get the flat all to myself.” She tried to sound cheery, but Toto could hear the hurt in her voice.

“No, that’s unacceptable. You’re not spending the holidays alone.”

And that’s how Y/n ended up on a flight with the Wolff family to their preferred vacation destination. Y/n had gotten to know more about the young boy, Jack Wolff, and his love for Legos. He even let Y/n build a car, which surprised both of his parents since he didn’t like people grabbing his legos.

“Can Y/n come over for Christmas too?” Jack asked his mother.

“Why don’t you ask her if she wants to come over?” Susie encouraged the boy. She was hoping Y/n would say yes.

“Y/n, would you like to spend Christmas with us? Papa and I always make cookies and Mama always lets me open one present before bed! And we can make gingerbread houses and stay up all night!” Jack said.

“All night? What if Santa sees us?”

“We can be really quiet.”

Susie and Toto watched as Y/n and Jack talked about what they wanted for Christmas. “We can’t let her be alone on Christmas, Toto.” She whispered to her husband.

“She won’t, she has us.”

“And that’s P8, Y/n! Good job, you did great.”

Y/n would be lying if she said she didn’t feel like crying a bit. The beginning of the season wasn’t good, but she kept going and soon she made it into the points. She did it, she scored her first points in F1.

After getting back to the garage, she spotted Jack and Susie waiting for her with big smiles on their faces.

“You did it! Go Y/n!” Jack pounced on her the second she got out of her car.

“Thank you, Jack!” Y/n smiled and gave the little boy a hug.

“Did you hear me yelling your name? I was with papa, but I wanted you to win.” Jack said as he grabbed Y/n’s hand and walked with her towards Susie.

“I heard you, you were yelling so loud.” Y/n chuckled. She then saw how proud Susie looked and couldn’t help herself so she immediately gave Susie a hug.

“You did so well, Y/n! And you scored points! That’s amazing!” Susie cheered.

“Thank you, I think I might cry.” Y/n admitted.

“You should be proud of yourself. I am.”

Drive to survive

“How did you feel when you scored your first points?”

Y/n instantly smiled at the memory. She remembered it all too well. Her and the Wolff family celebrating afterwards, her being congratulated by everyone on the grid.

“Oh man, it was my happiest day. Before that I used to say my happiest day hadn’t happened yet. I was content with at least scoring one point, but I got four! It was amazing and I’m glad that the people that love and support me were there to witness that special moment with me.” Y/n smiled.

The camera cuts to a smiling Toto. He looked like a proud dad and he was. Toto considered Y/n to be part of his family.

“Proud. That’s all I can say.”

[housemaiden-of-change]

INTRODUCTION POST!!!

Hi!! My name is Mirabelle (She/her), and I'm travelling with my friends Siffrin, Isabeau, Odile, and Bonnie! We're here to save Vaugarde from The King! This is my first time running something like this sooo I'm a little nervous, and I have a few personal boundaries:

- No NSFW or flirtatious messages please!!! I personally don't like that kind of stuff

- Please don't be too mean! Especially to other askers! We all see the world differently

- Art submissions are welcomed AND appriciated!!

- While I believe everyone is allowed to interract with my blog, I have some acceptions! No Homohphobes, transphobes, racists, MAPs, Proshippers, basically anyone who is "Anti-Change" Change is apart of life, buster! Deal with it!

- You don't have to ask me for a hug or to be your friend! To Dormonts house, you are a friend of us all! <3

- Bonnie has a blog of their own now! Bonnie rules semi-no longer apply! :3

Now for some words of the Blog Manager!

Hi hey and hello! Its me, @imlivinginyourtrashcan (He/Him) and I have finally caved! (Hope you are proud Siffrin)

Now for my personal boundaries for this blog, along with simple requests:

-My rules are the same as Mirabelles, but with my own ooc twist

-While Mirabelle herself is a She/Her user, I am not! I use He/Him, I won't tolerate purposeful misgendering

- I finished the game! Not in full, still have stuff to do some of the achivements, so be careful with spoilers still 🙏🙏🙏 (ask before you initiate, please, I didnt get Who Was The Phone yet so getting that ask qualified as a spoiler)

- Any godmod or metagaming request will be denied! Or, cleaverly intercepted by 《 The omnious unnamed narraror!~ 》. If you have to ask if its godmodding, it probably is! Don't do it!

- I have the right to deny or veto an ask, and you all have done a great job listening (except with the excess geese attempt), but if I, in character or not, say not to do it, dont!

- Anon is off. Maybe you can earn it back, but I doubt it. Run away, weirdos! [Sptzz sptzz] ....but if you were a nice fella and wanna remain anon, I can blur your name and pfp! Just say so in ask (same rules as Mundie)

- This Blog will follow the shennanigans of @a-traveling-star (King), @studies-of-nothing (Ninja), @defender-of-jouvente (Mundie), @snacksleader (Susie), and @loopadoop (Unsure if they want to be called smthn else yet)

Occasionally in the askbox, we'll get a rp scenario with "Suzu" thats our mutual friend @cookieeevee you should go follow them theyre so cool.

- Please no ship related asks, love you guys but I dont want a war in my comments section /lh

- Like the others have stated before, do not rush us! Please! None of you have done it to ME but my friends have reported it happening to them, we all have lives! We'll get to you eventually!

- I personally don't give a shit if an au self comes around, but don't force it into the canon please, time and place! But come say hi whenever!

- I'm fine with being adressed in ooc and will sign my name with ooc brackets, but just cuz im ok with it doesn't mean you should start pressuring other people to do the same. Some people wanna remain anon and thats perfectly ok :)

- Alsoooo~ Cuz this is an au, ill be tagging things [besides act 0] in their respective acts 🫡

Bye Bye!! ~

[wpmz]

a lil concept/design sheet of the gangs' costumes for my deltarune halloween comic! :]

multiple paragraphs of yapping about it under the cut bc i actually put way too much thought into who got which costume lol

i kept a few things in mind while trying to decide each character's costume, the biggest of which were probably A) it should still look good when combined with their dark world outfit B) i wanted them all to be classic halloween monsters (so no other characters like mario or minecraft steve or w/e) C) none of them could dress as a monster who is another major character in ut/dr just cuz i thought it'd be a little weird lol (so no skeletons or ghosts for example) and D) i tried to keep in mind each character's family life/accessibility to a costume in the first place (so kris + noelle have the more elaborate costumes vs berdly and susie having theirs be more low effort/over their normal clothes)

originally i had sketched susie as a zombie/frankenstein sorta creature, but then i remembered susie calling kris the 'school zombie' (plus kris's general zombie-like neutrality) so i ofc switched that over to kris. had the idea that the dark world would make their halloween costumes more 'real' so thats why their brain is out in that one lol

didn't have too many other ideas for susie, as a lot of the ones i was having broke some of the rules i listed above. at first i was thinking maybe werewolf but i felt that the ears/tail might lean a little too cutesy for her, and then i was thinking maybe like godzilla-esque but didn't know how to do that when susie is already vaguley godzilla-esque by herself. i also wanted to keep her costume looking more low-effort due to her parents (if they even exist) probably not caring enough to get a nice costume. which is how we ended up at toilet paper mummy susie

noelle is a witch because i thought it'd be cute + i wanted her to be matching with catti (who i think would also obviously be a witch for halloween). her costume is the most elaborate (complete with matching candy pail), both because i think she'd like dressing up for halloween and well. the mayor's daughter certainly has appearances to keep up doesnt she? (also quite proud of her little shawl changing to look sort of like angel wings in the dark world :] )

berdly i also struggled with. my first impulse was to make him some kinda video game character, but like i said i kind of wanted them all to be more classic halloween monsters, plus i didn't really think any of those ideas would mesh well with his dark world outfit. ended up going with vampire bc i feel like its one of the more nerd-coded halloween monsters out there. i liked drawing his little fake fangs it makes him look silly

[hellclipzzzzzzz]

Could you maybe do Susie x chubby artsy reader (if you need the info I’m a picky eater too, I’d so buy chalk for Susie tho, Susie’s best girl)

Only if you’re comfortable with that of course no pressure <333

- 💫

NYAAAA what kind of COWARD would I be if I didn't write this.... grrr....

💜- let's be real here... susie probably isn't the best person to eat if you're a picky eater.

💜- girl pulls up with the most abhorrent meals like "here you go. i made you lunch" and looks so proud of herself..... you look down at the dish and it's somehow burned AND undercooked??

💜- please, please teach her how to make your favorite foods. she'll fall in love with you all over again.

💜- you know how else to get her to fall in love with you?

💜- let her eat your chalk.

💜- you'll be drawing with chalk, turn around, and she's shoving a fistful into her mouth shamelessly. susie you're not supposed to eat that.....

💜- she loves it when you let her draw with you. she's not the best, but she makes up for it with enthusiasm.

💜- PLEASE do one of those couple dates where you take turns painting on the same canvas. please. please.

💜- susie will hand you the art supplies you mentioned wanting, turn her head to the side, and say "whatever, i just found it in a dumpster"

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

Better Off - Bernard DeMarco x OFC - Chapter 5

Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |-| Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13

AO3

Summary: A nearby air raid forces Susie to confront the past

Warnings: Drinking, alcohol, death/description of dead body, angst again yayyyy

Word Count: 4.1k

Tags: @xxluckystrike @latibvles @footprintsinthesxnd @mads-weasley @joyfulbookreviewmarvelspy

The band was in full swing, the sound of Egan's terrible singing almost drowned out by the overlapping din of music and conversation that filled the officers' club, the flight crews toasting another successful mission. Susie couldn't recall what the mission had been about - she wasn't even sure anyone had told her in the first place. She'd gotten used to taking Meatball without question and going about her day - what the pilots did never affected her, save for the faint sense of anxiety that had begun to permeate her during the hours they were away. It was unnerving.

"Oh, you have got to be shitting me," Maeve huffed, eliciting a proud laugh from Charlotte as she forked over another fistful of the peanuts they'd acquired from the bar to act as poker chips.

"Call it a punishment for being so young and sprightly," Charlotte shrugged, a smug grin curling her lip as she took her share. They had acquired a table in the back corner of the club, far from the dancing but comfortably close to the alcohol, Charlotte's huge engagement ring and Susie's resting-bitch-face a foolproof deterrent to protect them from any unwanted attention.

"She's just jealous, Maeve - her freedom's running out, and she's taking it out on us," Susie smirked, reaching for the bottle of wine in the middle of the table to refill their glasses. It was a recurring joke among the women - that Charlotte's engagement had only been dragged out as far as it had because she secretly dreaded being 'tied down', dreaded losing her individuality and becoming one of those stereotypical housewives, like the girls Susie had never gotten along with growing up. It was all in jest. Her sisters were married, and most were decently happy. But it had never been a future Susie had been able to picture for herself, and maybe that was why she felt the need to poke fun.

"Ha-ha," Charlotte drawled sarcastically, and Maeve let out another sigh of despair as she turned over another card. "You'll be the only ones showing up to the wedding alone with that attitude - two old spinsters in the back."

The sound of whimpering distracted the group from their petty bickering as Meatball padded over, resting his head dramatically in Susie's lap, ear twitching against her thigh. As she reached for a couple of the peanut-poker-chips, tossing them into the dog's waiting mouth, the other two let out cries of annoyance, and Maeve hunched over the table, beginning to try and count how many remained.

"Ladies," From behind her, DeMarco approached, drink in hand as he surveyed the state of their table - peanuts scattered all over the place, interspersed with an almost-empty bottle of wine and several glasses, their playing cards tattered and stained. The game was a mess, entirely indecipherable to anyone except the three of them.

"Your dog's eating our poker chips," Charlotte stated dryly.

"Susie's fault!" Maeve added, reaching over to scratch behind Meatball's ear.

"Oh, I'm sure," He nodded, smirking faintly as he lifted his glass to his lips. His other hand rested on the back of Susie's chair, fingers occasionally brushing against her back when she moved.

Susie stared down at her hand of cards. Her gaze had not shifted to look at him since the moment he arrived. "Thought you usually dance at these things. Why don't you go ask... Gwen, or someone. She'd probably say yes."

"I don't wanna dance with Gwen," Benny shrugged. "I came over here to see if you'd dance with me."

Maeve's brow raised, shooting Susie a pointed look, but she didn't notice, playing her turn. "Can't. Busy."

He peered over her shoulder at the cards in her hand. She was losing. Badly, in fact. "... I can see that."

Charlotte stared across at him, noticing the way his brow furrowed, frown deepening slightly as he noticed Susie's hand. "DeMarco has a terrible poker face."

"Oh, dammit!" Susie huffed, turning sideways in her chair to whack him across the arm with her cards. With a stubborn frown, she tossed her cards down onto the table, and Maeve let out a sigh of relief at the game's sudden ending. "Enjoy your peanuts, Charlotte. I hope your wedding sucks."

Standing up from her seat, she came face to face with DeMarco, who appeared slightly appalled at her last remark. "Jesus, sore loser much?"

"Wouldn't have lost if you could keep a straight face."

"I don't think anything could've saved you there, sweetheart," He admitted as she reached for her wine, pouring the last of the red liquid down her throat. It clearly wasn't her first glass - the slight flush in her cheeks could attest to that - but she was holding it well, her aggression no more irrational than usual.

"So?" DeMarco prodded.

"So... what."

He put his empty glass down on the nearest table, holding out his hand for her to dance. Susie hesitated for a moment before letting out a scoff, rolling her eyes as she took his hand in hers, letting him lead her towards the dancefloor.

"You know I hate dancing," She pointed out somewhat bitterly.

"You hate most things. And you're a nice dancer."

"God, I don't like you."

"See, that’s just not true," DeMarco grinned. "Hurtful. But not true."

Susie couldn't stop herself from smiling, looking down at her feet as they moved in time with the music. "There she is," She could hear the smirk in his voice and tilted her head back up to face him, biting her lip to stop a chuckle as she refused to meet his eye. He was staring. She could feel it, resisting the urge to squirm.

"Stop it," She shook her head, pushing against the palm that held hers.

"Stop what?"

"Staring."

That boyish grin never wiped itself from his expression as he tilted his head sideways to get a better look at her. Susie couldn't reciprocate his gaze, not when he looked at her like that, turning away as a nervous chuckle escaped her throat. DeMarco felt her grip on his hand slip, and was about to speak again when a sudden interruption sounded.

"Come on everybody! Bike race in the mess hall! Who's in?"

The very moment the invitation was issued, the crowds began to disperse, couples fleeing the dance floor in a dash to the door, their ranks thinning by the second. Susie pulled away, hands dropping to her sides as she took a step back. "That sounds like your cue, DeMarco."

His hand was still raised where it had been when she'd held it, and as she turned away to find her friends, he let out a long sigh. "...Damn it all."

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She found Charlotte and Maeve halfway along the path to the mess hall, a new bottle of wine in Charlotte's hand as they passed it between themselves, sipping straight from the neck. Susie stepped in seamlessly, announcing her arrival by tugging it from Maeve's grip, the tart liquid running smoothly down her throat.

"Thought you were off with your pilot," Charlotte teased, stealing the bottle as soon as she was done.

"He's racing. I'm babysitting again," She raised Meatball's leash, and Maeve let out a slight gasp of delight as she noticed the dog trailing along beside them, tail wagging in satisfaction.

DeMarco dragged his bike into position beneath the mess hall lights, shouldering for space among the crowd of pilots, pressed together so tightly he barely had room to pedal. Buck and Bucky had pushed their way to the front, exchanging grins with him as they passed, and all around the edges of the room spectators pressed themselves up against the wall, waiting anxiously for the race to begin.

His gaze searched the crowds distractedly, not quite attuned to the announcer's instructions as he searched for Susie among them. When he spotted her, he couldn't help but let out a laugh, drawing the confused stares of the men beside him. She was stood in the far corner with her friends, cradling Meatball in her arms like a giant baby so that he wouldn't get underfoot and trip any of the cyclists in all of the excitement. Her head was turned away from him, talking to Charlotte, but every now and then one of the other women would raise the wine bottle they were sharing up to her lips, a red droplet running down her chin where it missed.

Maeve must have told a joke, for Susie suddenly began to laugh, nose scrunched, eyes screwed tightly shut. The sight made him smile, and the sudden bang! of the starting pistol startled him, pushing off with a clumsy start and almost knocking over the man beside him as the race began.

Her expression contorted into momentary horror as DeMarco seemed to almost crash before even crossing the starting line, but he quickly found his footing, and her friends let out cheers of encouragement as the men zipped past, navigating the twists and turns with reckless abandon. Meatball let out a howl, mimicking the whooping of the crowd, and she laughed, the wine beginning to go to her head.

All three of them had begun to go red in the face, everything seemingly far funnier than it had been an hour ago. And as Cleven and Egan screwed it up on their final corner, their bikes taking a tumble, knocking down the cyclists behind them in turn, it suddenly seemed one of the funniest things they'd ever seen, tears brewing in Susie's eyes as she let out a cackle of laughter.

DeMarco had just managed to avoid the crash, wheeling to a stop and a long, sobering siren split the air. The energy in the room didn't seem to dissipate for a moment, realisation about what was happening encroaching slowly, but the sound had ripped Susie out of her somewhat-drunken haze instantly, a sudden nausea bubbling in her stomach.

Her gaze darted wildly across the room, waiting for the rest of them to notice, to get up and move. It wasn't until Charlotte shot her an unnerved glance that she realised her breathing had quickened, coming sharp and ragged, panic clearly visible in her expression.

"It's ok, we're good," She assured her, a hand on her arm as she put Meatball down, his claws skittering against the linoleum. "Let's go, yeah?"

Susie nodded firmly, making a beeline for the door just as the situation seemed to become apparent to the rest of the room, the cyclists collecting their bikes and calmly departing for the air raid shelters. Leaving the warmth of the mess hall and stepping out into the cool night air seemed to make it easier to breathe, panic beginning to subside as she took in their surroundings - the squat Nissen huts, the rolling countryside in the distance.

This wasn't the city. This wasn't home. No one was out to get her here.

But then she reached the top of the stairs to the shelter. Staring down at the dark doorway, she couldn't take that next step, couldn't descend below ground level to wait it out.

"You take Meatball and go down," Susie turned to Maeve, pressing his leash into her hand. "I'll come in a minute."

"Okay," Her friend nodded, looking up at her with concern as she took the dog down the steps, disappearing into the shelter with the others. People flooded past as she pushed against the tide, pulling away from the crowd and stepping back into the grass.

The sky lit up with dozens of colours, explosions of flame and flak smoke like blots of watercolour against the clouds. The hum of engines and the rattle of anti-aircraft guns were far from unfamiliar sounds to Susie's ears as she sat down on the lawn, pressing her hands into the grass, tethering herself to the knowledge that it was different here - that they weren't the target.

She'd been awoken by these sirens so many times before, listening to the rustle of bedsheets beside her as Ellie scrambled awake, shaking her shoulders until she got up. Susie couldn't even remember why Ellie hadn't been home the night they'd killed her. All she remembered was sitting in the shelter with her mother, and the blinding daylight as they reemerged the next morning.

"Hey," A voice broke her train of thought, tugging her gaze from the planes that circled above like moths to a flame. The woman standing above her was dressed in a WAAF uniform, frizzy brown hair falling to her shoulders, an unlit cigarette between her lips. She recognised her, but she couldn't quite pinpoint who she was.

"Hi," Susie nodded, brow furrowing slightly as the woman sat down beside her. She stared at her for a long moment, watching the way flickers of orange light flashed across her face as the fighting continued above.

"... You're the mechanic, right?"

The woman smiled, holding out a hand to her. "Frankie."

She accepted, shaking it gingerly. "Susie."

Frankie nodded, and Susie accepted a cigarette as she held the box out to her. "Not many people 'round here with an accent like yours."

"Manchester."

"...Ah," She let out a long sigh, clearly piecing things together immediately. "I got friends in Coventry."

"Everything's a shitshow," Susie huffed, lighting her cigarette, and Frankie let out a low hum of agreement, leaning back on her elbows.

"We're okay out here, though."

"My sister... Got a sister in London. One of the plotters. She'll be all over this."

"My friend George takes their telegrams."

They sat in silence for a long moment, and Susie suddenly realised she was still carrying the half-empty bottle of wine, too consumed by panic at the mess hall to have bothered putting it down.

"... You want some?" She offered, holding it out to Frankie.

"Oh, thanks," She smiled, tipping it by the neck and taking a long sip. Susie couldn't stomach the idea of drinking anymore. She didn't reach for it back, and Frankie didn't pass it.

Sucking in a long, tight breath, Susie lay back, feeling the damp grass against her scalp. 'My sister...' She'd almost told her. A complete, utter stranger, and she'd almost let it slip. She almost told everyone these days. Ellie's body had been dragged out from the rubble, pale and battered and limp, but it hadn't been her. Not truly. Her body was an empty vessel - whatever had truly been her had slipped away the moment her head caved in. It seemed as if every room she entered now, she brought with her a silent cry of ‘Have you seen my sister?’, a quiet search for her soul in the eyes of others.

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It lasted just less than an hour. As soon as the planes had arrived, they were gone again, the sky falling flat and black, the buzzing silenced. Frankie had said something to her before she left, but Susie hadn't been listening. When she looked up, the mechanic was gone. So was the wine.

Her watch had just ticked past midnight by the time she sat up, smoothing down her damp hair with one hand as she rose to her feet. Something bubbled within her, something caught in her throat that made her feel all at once about to vomit and about to weep. She took a deep breath, watching as people began to clamber out of the shelter across the lawn. DeMarco was with them, a part of the dispersing crowd of spectators, and even through the darkness, he caught her gaze, a frown creasing his brow. They drifted towards each other as they walked, meeting halfway.

"Where were you?" He asked. "You were supposed to be in the shelter."

"So were you," She huffed. He could tell something was bothering her. She reached up to scratch her nose every other second, an incessant, phantom itch that she couldn't conquer. "D'you have a phone?"

"... Are you ok?"

"Fine. Just need to call someone."

DeMarco frowned, watching her expression keenly. "There's one in the officers' club. I'll walk you over."

She was surprised the place was still open, the door hanging slightly ajar, left open as its inhabitants had hurried to find shelter. The bulbs buzzed as he flicked the lights on, showing her over to the bar where a phone waited on its hook. He hesitated for a moment, watching her hand twitch as she tried to remember the number, the dial rattling as she turned it. Susie looked up at him, and he took it as his cue to leave, the door closing behind him with a click as she was left alone, glancing around at the half-finished drinks and still-smoking cigarette butts that littered the room as she waited for the other person to pick up.

An irritated groan sounded on the other end of the line, and she could hear the rustling of sheets as she waited to speak.

"Hello? What is it?" Beatrice huffed, sleep lining her voice.

"Hey. It's me."

"Susie? What do you want?"

Her sister always had such a way with pleasantries. "Just watched a raid over... Norwich, I think. I was wondering if... if you knew anything?"

"Wasn't my shift," She replied curtly. Susie could picture her now, half sitting up in bed, rollers in her hair as she leant against the headboard, scowling.

"Oh, right," She paused, mentally scrambling for something to say before Beatrice hung up. "Is your husband there?"

"No. Staying in his flat, probably with his girlfriend."

"... Ah."

It was quiet for a moment, before she heard her sister let out an irritated huff. "What do you actually want, Suze? I know you don't care about bloody Norwich."

Beatrice's accent had changed since she'd left Manchester - she'd married rich, and she'd made sure she had something to show for it. But whenever she got annoyed, that familiar northern drawl seeped back through.

"I was just... I dunno, I needed to talk to someone."

"You were thinking about Ellie, weren't you?" Beatrice asked. The silence stretched out between them, and it was all the answer she needed, letting out a sigh. "You've gotta get unstuck, Suze. You can't live like this forever."

"I'm not stuck," She replied indignantly, brow furrowed.

"Yes. You are. None of us ever saw you cry after it happened - you never felt it like the rest of us, you never let yourself move on."

Susie bristled, suddenly defensive. "I'm just not like you - I was always braver than the rest of you."

"No, that's the opposite of what you are," Beatrice thundered. "You're a coward, Susie - you don't ever move on with your life because to do that you've gotta feel something other than fucking angry. You were there when they found Ellie and I know the rest of us weren't, I know it's different. But stop making that everyone else's fucking problem and just deal with it."

"She was my-"

"She was my little sister too! But so are you! I'm sick of listening to you make excuses for why you just wallow in it - it's been years since I've seen you not miserable, and it's your own fault. You know I love you. And I'm only being like this because everyone else in our family is much too bloody nice. But get over it, Susie."

She'd been gnawing at the inside of her lip the entire time she'd been listening to Beatrice speak. With a hiss, Susie realised she'd broken the skin, a droplet of blood pooling in her mouth, coating her tongue with a sour, metallic flavour.

She wanted to snap - a thousand cruel words poised on her tongue, a hundred things to hurl back at Beatrice. But not one would have made her point any less true. Tears were forming in her eyes, blotting out her vision until she could barely see an inch in front of her face. Susie squeezed her eyes tightly shut, feeling them roll down her cheeks, leaving warm, wet trails in their wake.

"Susie?" Beatrice's voice came tentatively, and she realised it had been a few minutes since she'd uttered a sound.

"Goodnight, Beatrice," Her voice came firm, hanging up before her sister could reply.

Suddenly the silence in the officers' club was too much to bear. She felt as if she were about to explode, the hot sting of tears in her eyes, the sudden, painfully breathlessness in her throat all too foreign, too frightening. Susie opened her mouth to suck in a breath, a hoarse, choking sound ripping through her, the air getting stuck before it could reach her lungs. She felt her expression contort in anguish, and the first, involuntary sob broke free. Once the floodgates opened, they couldn't close, tears streaming down her cheeks as she fought to catch a breath, fumbling blindly as she crossed the room to the door, desperate to be anywhere else.

The door to the officer's club swung open easily, and Susie stormed out into the night, chest heaving up and down over and over as she sobbed, hands trembling. She turned her head, caught off guard just long enough for a sob to catch in her throat, coming out as a hiccup as she spotted DeMarco, throwing up her hands in frustration. He'd been leaning up against the wall as she came out. He had waited for her.

"Susie? Hey," DeMarco hurried forward, expression twisted in worry. He reached for her hands, thumbs rubbing against the backs of her palms. His voice was so incredibly gentle, more than she'd ever heard it. "Hey, c'mon."

Susie's lip trembled, and she let out a croak as she fought to catch her breath, heart beating too fast for her body. He sighed, letting go of her hands to wrap his arms around her, pulling her forwards against his chest. It was too close. For a split second, she wanted to push him away, to peel his touch away from her body.

But it was so warm here. Her head turned to the side, her ear pressed up against his ribcage, she could hear his heartbeat, soft and steady. In the cage of his arms, for the first time in a long time, she felt tethered to something. She had balled her hands into fists. Slowly, they unfurled, and she wrapped her arms around him, hands resting against his spine.

"My sister didn't die. She was killed." She whispered, voice muffled against his jacket, just loud enough to hear. "They bombed her factory. I was there when they pulled her out."

Everything suddenly came into alarming clarity. DeMarco nodded, releasing a long sigh. He brought a hand up to the back of her head, her curls snaking around his fingertips as he gently stroked her hair.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," He uttered, tilting his head downwards, his nose pressed against her forehead.

"I want to. You waited."

"I thought you looked a little spaced out earlier. After the raid. So that was because-?"

"Yeah."

"Jesus. I'm sorry, Suze."

"It was a few years ago, now."

"That doesn't make it okay, though. Does it?"

She looked up at him then. In the darkness, her eyes looked like bottomless pools, the brown turned black in the starlight.

"... No. It doesn't."

A few strands of hair had stuck to her cheek where her tears had begun to dry. He lifted a hand to brush them away, the warmth of her skin against his fingertip so wonderfully soft. Susie sniffed, and it was as if some trace had broken, her arms tugging away from him, the squeeze against his back suddenly gone as she stepped back. Exhaustion tugged down at her face, dark circles forming beneath her eyes. She looked so helpless it almost broke his heart.

"God," She sighed, running a hand across her brow. "I don't-... I don't know, I don't think I wanna go back to my hut. Too many questions."

"Ok," DeMarco nodded. "That's ok. I know a place. C'mon."

Susie had no idea where he would take her. Perhaps if she'd been in any better state she would've refused. But she wasn't. She was tired, and he was kind. Her mind was clouded over, thoughts barely half-formed.

But she trusted him. She'd gotten him out of the middle of nowhere when their truck broke, and now he was getting her out when she did.

"... Alright."

[bwoahtastic]

Max Wolff after Abu Dhabi? They’re sitting in hospitality waiting for the verdict, Mercedes is fighting the result and not just is she conflicted, she’s scared. She had a breakdown in the shower after the race and now she’s sitting on the floor while Geri braids her hair. Everyone is quiet and scared. It’s only Christian, Geri, GP and Jonathan in the room with her. Checo has run out to get everyone coffee and something to eat. He’s been hovering by her side since the race ended, he absolutely refuses that the media talks to her. He’s like an annoyingly overprotective brother but it’s helping today. Christian breaks the silence by offering that Max flies home with them when the result is out. She can stay with them as long as she needs to while the storm quiets down. She starts crying all over again, she’s never been scared about going home before. But now she’s scared of what her parents will say and she doesn’t want to be around angry people. Toto would be absolutely crushed when he realizes where Max’s head is at. Max doesn’t show up for the flight the next morning, she’s not responding to their texts and the pilot for the private jet confirms that Max said she won’t be coming. He knows she’ll be on the farm with Christian and he feels awful that she feels like she needs to give them space. He just wants his little girl to be home. Susie maybe going up to the farm? She’s more neutral, she just needs to make sure her little girl is okay and knows they still love her

Oh plss Max just sick with stress and they all feel so bad for her because this is supposed to be her happy moment as first time champion... but she is just sitting alone for a bit, clearly wanting toto and susie but Toto is stuck at Mercedes and Susie is trying to make her way through,all the chaos to see Max but because no one knows Max is a Wolff yet, she isn't let in easily...

Christian and Geri soothing Max and offering to take her back with them, have her stay until things cool down and Max agrees before bursting out crying. She is afraid to go home and nothing has ever hurt like.that, she is so afraid Toto and Susie will be angry and she cannot stand being around angry people, especially not if it's them....

Toto and susie have tried to get into contact with Max all night but also gave her space when she didn't answer. But then the next day, Max doesn't show up for the flight home and they are told she isn't coming with them and pls they would be heartbroken!

Toto feeling particularly bad and blaming himself and Susie ends up going to the farm because it might be easier. Max is so shy seeing her, trying to play it off but her whole body is tense. Susie going over and very sleepy gathering her in her arms, whispering she is so proud of her champion! Max crying and clinging to her mum and just being so relieved!

Her then asking where dad is and Susie explains he stayed away in case max wasn't comfortable seeing him yet. Max whispering she really wants to see him although she is a little anxious, snd they decide toto will come to the farm too? Max feels safe there.

Pls Max waiting outside when Toto's car pulls in and for a moment, they just stare at each other, but then Max runs over to fling herself into her dad's arms and whispers sorry while Toto just whispers about how proud he is of her!

[dalekofchaos]

Michael Afton:Accomplice/Killer Mike au

So after looking at these three fanarts on the subject. I've come up with a FNAF au where Mike is William's accomplice.

Fanart 1. Fanart 2. Fanart 3

It starts after the Bite of 83. William sees potential in Mike.

Instead of letting Mike be arrested, William saves Mike and pins the blame on Bonnie bully(Jeremy)

William pulls what he did with Susie.

"He's not really dead, son. Help me and we can put him back together." Mike at first is hesitant. But he just wants to make it right and bring his brother back.

It starts out with William doing the killings and Michael cleaning up the evidence. The police never begin to suspect a thing. Mike is the suspicious one due to his connection to the Bite of 83, but because of lack of evidence, no one ever charges either father or son.

Eventually, Mike has to lure and kill some kids to prove to William how committed he really is. William helps Mike by making a Springlock Foxy costume to help blend in to Pirate's Cove. Mike performs as his hero and his symbolic fall of grace. After every Pirate's Cove performance, Mike lures them to the safe room.

It starts by luring them so William can kill them. But one day, Mike is locked in there with the kids.

"Oh it's far too late to back out now, help me or I swear I will tell the police what you did to your brother and I will pin all those little disappearances on you."

Mike kills his first victim. He uses Foxy's hook for a weapon and he does the deed. 5 more dead kids.

"You've done it. Well done, Mikey! I'm proud of you, son! We're gonna do great things together"

All the remorse and regret he's felt is washed away by finally making his father proud. The one thing he's wanted all his life is finally his and together they will bring Evan and Elizabeth back and put their family back together.

Throughout the years they would kill together. Not only kill together, but make Fazbear Entertainment and Afton Robotics bigger and better than before.

There is one setback however. Jeremy has returned. He took the night guard position and because of the Puppet's visions, he knows too much. So Mike hacks Mangle and causes the Bite of 87. "...I'm sorry Jeremy. I had to. I did it for my family!"

Because of William and Mike openly working together, Elizabeth knows it's Mike and Circus Baby even helps Mike make a makeshift Springlock version of Funtime Foxy so he can slip in and out to capture children.

Although Mike loves Funtime Foxy, he just can't help but continue to use Classic Foxy to lure the kids at the old Pizzeria. Because a true classic never goes out of style!

Mike is officially the new head of security. Everyone sees this as a "nepo hire" but Mike is just so charming and manipulative that FE eats out of his hand. He can easily ensure that the kids go missing without a trace. When security officers get too close to the truth, then Mike wears his old Foxy mask, gets the hook and goes through the vents and kills them.

"Save them"

"You can't"

Now who could be the protagonist now that Mike is William's right hand?

Sammy Emily. In this au Henry is not a deadbeat dad to his son. They grieve together over Charlie and when Sammy is grown up, Sammy fills Mike's role as the security guard.

Charlie even helps Sammy. When Sammy gets jumpscared by The Puppet, all he hears is "Sammy, it's me. Charlie"

One day Mike and William return to the decaying and dilapidated Freddy Fazbear's Pizza to get more remnant.

Sammy, Charlie and the MCI work together and corner William and Mike.

William gets springlocked via the rain and Sammy and Charlie work together to cause Mike's springlock.

Sammy in Fazbear Frights is being hunted by Springtrap and Foxtrap

In the attempt to free Elizabeth and the funtimes, Sammy is scooped.

After the fire. Scraptrap, Foxscrap and Circus Baby come together. Lefty tries to stop them, but because of the suit and calls she can't stop herself from hurting Sammy.

Henry's speech happens. The fire happens. But Sammy survives.

Sammy has a daughter named Vanessa.

As Vanessa works for Fazbear and the VR game. She sees a bunny....and a Fox.

One day a boy named Gregory plays and sees the Fox. To Michael, Gregory is Evan reborn.

They found their new Elizabeth while getting revenge on Sammy & Henry and Michael found Evan Reborn. The Afton Family is put back together.

Mike would orchestrate a Glamrock Foxy to be built. William becomes Burntrap and Vanessa is Vanny while Gregory is Dr Rabbit.

However, a ghost from Mike's past survived. Jeremy returns. as a VR tester and as the Pizzaplex technician.

Instead of "What makes you so special" it's "Why are you STILL ALIVE?"

Cassie enters the picture. In this case, she's not looking for Gregory. She's looking for her father.

Jeremy and Cassie will do whatever it takes to stop the Aftons, even if Jeremy has to become one with the remains of Glamrock Bonnie.

[cozyreadings-ao3]

I keep thinking about the DbD characters and their sexualities, like Huntress being a soft butch lesbian, but in a she loves dresses, pretty things, showing off her muscles, and splitting a log in half with her bare hands kind of way. She's confident in her attraction and if someone has an issue with it well they're dead anyways so not her problem. I also think she's the type to want a domesticated

Or Trapper being a repressed gay, he's not homophobic, and supports his friends who are gay, but that ain't for him. So what if he gets a little turned on when a guy crowds him in a corner, who wouldn't get turned on by that. Everyone fantasies about a shorter guy straddling them as they're tied helplessly on the bed. (I headcanon huntress as the one to tell him while ghostface just nods his head in agreement every time trapper tries to justify it away. Like yeah buddy you're totally right everyone feels that way.)

Sorry goofy thoughts, what kind of sexuality Head-canons do you have if any for the characters?

You’re always a real one when it comes to sending in asks, thank you so much Fishy!! 💖

I genuinely love this question and your own little answers so much! I have quite a few headcanons that I’m happy to share!! ^^ Of course, I’m gonna start off with Claudette! <33

Claudette - Your typical outdoorsy and academic lesbian, educated and always busy in her studies. She’s overall very femme, and will definitely wear dresses every now and then. However, she does prefer to wear pants and shorts, just in case she finds herself in the garden for any reason. She hates staining clothes, especially her prettier pieces. Grass stains never come out. (I also headcanon that she’s older but shorter than Meg <3)

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Meg - Shes’s definitely a sporty masc lesbian, commonly wearing sports bras and track shorts. Though, Meg’s not opposed to feminine styles, especially if Claudette asks for her to match or try something on. The only thing she’s ‘picky’ about are built-in shorts for skirts and shorter dresses. It allowed for more flexibility. Meg also keeps her hair braided and pulled back for sports, creating a seemingly short hair length. Yet, she takes her braids out in her downtime, revealing her longer than expected hair. (She absolutely does playfully pick on Claudette for being older but shorter)

Susie - First of all: I couldn’t be happier that she’s canonically a lesbian- :,) Susie is the type to unfortunately always fall in love with just the tiniest bit of “affection” given. One simple compliment and this girl is head over heels. She’s always in and out of relationships, just trying to fill the painful void of not having Julie as her own. Susie is poorly desperate for love and a genuine relationship, leaving her constantly seeking romantic validation from anyone.

Julie - I say this affectionately, but Julie is a bitch- JAHAHS :,,) Anywayyy <3 She’s a bisexual, poly/open queen who cruelly ignores Susie, and instead has both Frank and Joey at her sides. She definitely power trips a lot, even if she isn’t currently holding the power in the relationship.

Frank - Frank is definitely bisexual and poly/open as well. Despite what some might believe by appearance and attitude alone, Frank is very unbothered by his sexuality. He’s actually proud to be in a relationship with another man involved, it’s not something to be ashamed of.

Joey - A pansexual poly king who perfectly fits in between Frank and Julie. He never thought a polyamorous relationship would be for him, but Joey was pleasantly surprised after trying it out and enjoying it.

Yun-Jin - Deeeefinitely a repressed bi girl- She would look over another girl, have a gay panic moment, and just play it off as admiration rather than love. Can’t a girl just like another girl’s style…? I could 100% see her getting sloppy drunk and making out with another girl, only to deny the true feelings behind the act in the morning

Vittorio - This man is seriously, undeniably gay- I fucking love his style and piercings though, he’s a fashionable gay, and I really respect that so much <3 You just know him and Tarhos have done some CRAAAZY stuff together—

Wraith - Philip has that gay man vibe to him…and this answer is kinda inspired by a certain cool artist who loves Wraith x Hillbilly… They have tainted my thoughts, I genuinely love that ship now- :,)

If you’re curious, I have more answers under this post, you just gotta scroll down a bit! :)

[rosetyler42]

Some WIR-Verse HT and Bendy fun, featuring the man himself, Joey Drew

I kinda feel Ericka has...mixed views on Joey. On one hand, this man knows fuck all about management, killed thousands of people to bring his cartoons to life, locked up her friend Bendy, give Susie a penchant for vivesection, sabotaged Alice's popularity and trapped her inside Susie's head, turned Buddy into Boris, tortured Henry, and generally left behind a huge inky mess for his daughter to deal with. On the other...she sees a bit of herself in this guy. Charismatic, cheerful, angry and alone, helped by love and someone to see they could do better, and Memory!Joey at least is TRYING to fix his mistakes and do better. So while she generally doesn't trust or LIKE Joey and every voice in her is SCREAMING not to trust him, she IS willing to at least give him a chance to prove he's gotten better, both for herself, her pal Audrey, and Joey could be a useful ally for learning about the Cycle and taking down he much more dangerous Wilson.

Mavis, on the other hand, is far more likely to trust the odd and haunted yet friendly and charming old man. She may have some misgivings about him, but Mavis is naieve and much more likely to dismiss these as lingering unease and prejudice being around a strange human. True, she's not stupid, but even her suspicion of Ericka (Which, Ericka's proud of the fact Mavis saw through her) was mostly her worrying about Dad finding love at all. Ericka gets this more than anyone, but she has a family to protect. While she's willing to give Joey a chance, she sees through Joey's friendly Walt Disney persona and isn't ready to risk losing her soul OR Mavis and Johnny's souls to him just yet.

Things didn't end well for the LAST people to trust him, after all...

I like the idea of Ericka both being the protective one of the more naive Mavis while on trips to BATIM despite being the more vulnerable of the two, and her being one of the few mortals who could put the fear of mod into any version of Joey. XD Who's having something of a John Sparrow "I deserved that" moment.

I also love the idea Ericka's secretly one of the most scary and dangerous of the Drac Pack. Dracula, of course, adores this and is smug as bleep when others find Ericka terrifying. ESPECIALLY people like Joey, who HE kind of dismisses largely as an idiot human who "fucked around and found out" with forces beyond his comprehension. Unlike Ericka who rants about it, He does not touch Joey's mismanagement with a 10 foot pole. If he WERE to start ranting about it, he'd never STOP.

Plus...putting the stubborn and tough-loving Ericka against the emotional and naive used-to-getting-her-own-way Mavis is fun.

Bonus: The shiny Swoobat here is Ericka's WIR-Verse pokemon pet, Eddie the Shiny Swoobat. He's named after Eddie from Rocky Horror and Edward Scissorhands (NOT Twilight XD) and a gift from Dracula. He's one of her companions on ghost hunts for the Arcade's Ghostbusters because Eddie can see in the dark, fly, and has psychic powers. He also functions as the Legacy's Lookout and Ericka's service 'mon since Male Swoobats can release good vibe soundwave when courting that perk up the mood of any creature near it. He does not trust Joey, either. XD

Also, another bit that never made it in here:

Ericka: "I still think you're a twat."

Joey: "...I can work with that." XD

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[rainykthebroken]

As promised, here are some of the headcanons I use in "A Wonderful Attraction" (AO3):

Magolor:

-Even though he wasn't born on Halcandra, he considers it his home planet because it made the person he is. That's why I keep saying he is Halcadran in the fanfic. He doesn't speak about his real home.

-Kirby and all his friends have forgiven him (even Meta Knight), but he's still trying to prove his trustworthiness.

-After the Lor found him in the Kirby Clash dimension, he agreed to follow her therapy program, which lasted several months. He still have huge emotional issues that he cover up with his eccentric persona.

-He has a room in the Starcutter where he stores all the artifacts he has found on his adventures. He also collects objects from other dimensions, such as books, films and video games.

-Magolor hides a tail and whiskers because of the way some people reacted when he first explored the galaxy with the Lor. Some people didn't take him seriously with his kitten-like appearance.

-Magolor has a lot of scars that he hides.

Taranza:

-When Joronia was alive, he managed the feat of both being shy and pretentious.

-Joronia's death and his guilt kept him withdrawn and he became a bubble of anxiety. But today, he's regained a little more self-confidence.

-He comes from a noble family. He has an extremely complicated relationship with his parents (I intend to explore this aspect in a fanfic).

-While pursuing his passion as a gardener, he is also a diplomat for the kingdom of Floralia. Magolor has taken Taranza to other planets such as Ripple Star with the Lor, so that he can expand the kingdom's relations. What a good friend~

-At the time of the fanfic, Taranza has long since accepted that he can never bring Joronia back to life. The problem now is to overcome the impression of infidelity when he falls in love again.

Marx:

-As obnoxious and childlike as ever.

-He's Magolor's best friend and knows many of the secrets he keeps from others.

-Although Marx is impulsive and slightly idiotic, he manages in a disturbing way to feel other people's emotions with ease.

-While Marx can sometimes be a jerk, he's extremely protective of his friends and tends to be uncharacteristically serious when it comes to a friend's trauma.

-He'll never admit out loud that he cares about his friends.

Susie:

-Since her father's death, she's taken over the company and done a complete 180°.

-Susie has empathy problems but tries her best to socialize.

-She's Taranza's confidante and best friend because they understand each other through grief.

-Although she is friends with Magolor, they maintain a kind of rivalry over who is the best mechanic.

-Susie and Marx don't get along at all, so it's a miracle they put their differences aside to put Magolor and Taranza together.

-She's very close to the Mage sisters, especially Zan.

Lor Starcutter:

-She is Magolor's mother figure mentor. She is extremely protective of him.

-She blames herself for being mute for so long, and thinks she could have avoided the whole Master Crown incident if she'd been a better mother.

-Before the Master Crown incident, she only communicated with him small caring gesture that doesn't necessarily needed to vocalize. After his redemption, she used text to communicated before finally undoing thousand of years of mutism during the Void Termina crisis to say that she loved him and was proud of who he had chose to become.

-The Starcutter's interior is basically a dimension unto itself.

-One of her strange hobbies is watching telenovelas and other TV movies, which she justifies by saying that she studies organic beings.

I can't delve deeper without spoiling some of the fanfic.

Thank you for reading!

[zukkacore]

⭐⭐ pls pls pls share thoughts about who can blame a girl

Thanks so much for this!!! Tbh it's fun to talk abt Who Can Blame a Girl b/c its so short n sweet so it does kinda feel like the one that takes up the least oxygen but i am. proud of it and it is cute but to be fair it also is kinda uncomplicated in my mind so i'll see if i have any thoughts...

(For the record im very "she let me hit b/c i use his pronouns interchangeably" about dyke!Jace. I don't care how she's referred to really. In fact, for most of this i just use he bc idc. In case that's confusing.)

It's a song rec in the notes but actually the inspiration for Who Can Blame Girl is b/c i'd had the song Susie Save Your Love by Allie x n Mitski stuck in head for like forever (That and like A Ton of Chappell Roan) and the song is basically about this girl who is like. In love with her friend who is asking for a ride b/c she needs a break from a shitty boyfriend. Which. Zarajaceporter anyone. I just was really taken with this idea of Zara being very taken by Jace in this kind of... vulnerable, messy, unpalatable state i guess? B/c Jace is so buttoned up and curated at Aguefort. And like. I don't expect everyone to get on the dyke!Jace train but obviously i'm very taken with her and love her she is the soft butch of my life < 3

I guess what i CAN talk about is that. I think it was a fun thought experiment to kinda. Be in Zara's head. I have so much affection for her in canon and i think she just has this very playful, impish, yet ultimately very kind center to her based on how she interacts with Fig that is very heartwarming and as much as i love to torment Jace and put him in Situations, I do think the person who could understand and empathize with his situtation the most truly is zara.

I've talked abt the parallels between Vampirism and Jace in his post shatterstar state. They're both liminal undead existences that are based on this fundamental want that if satisfied would bring harm to others and make the people they love hate them! And like. Zara is very kinda uncomplicatedly Good in FHJY but it was fun to play around with the interiority of a warlock vampire who is in a relationship with a celestial! The whole Thing sort of revolves around this weird unspoken arrangement that concocts out of the blue when Jace calls zara. Zara is all about agreements. Negotiations that you make with the people around you. So when it comes to the gender stuff:

Jace is quiet. “No one would ever want to see that. I—I’m not brave like you, Zara. You’re always you, and—My life is petty, and small, and I—” His voice breaks. “I—I’m comfortable keeping things the way that—” “Hey. You think I don’t make compromises?” says Zara. She's thinking about that word—brave. Jace has no idea what it takes for a vampire like her to "be herself" in a way he imagines. “I make compromises every day.

It's like. This ties so into my belief that pre-shatterstar jace is egoless. He doesn't want to rock the boat. He's comfortable, until Porter comes along. In a way, Zara is unflinchingly herself. She's a hot goth vampire and she's not shy about that. But I think she'd have to reconcile with. Just living in a world that is afraid of her existence. She's free from Jace's POV, but she's not as free as he thinks. She has to be at peace with the idea ther her very existence is just going to be an abomination to some people (and like. It's dnd so i don't know how popular that attitude would be but we have seen religious zealots in text so im sure those people exist). And she's talking about gender stuff but she's also unwittingly kinda speaking to the shatterstar part of his life. Be unflinchingly yourself. You want to live. And sometimes, people will hate you, or you will do harm.

Meanwhile, what is Zara getting out of this time with Jace? Some sort of connection? I think feeling a connection was very thrilling for Jace. That's why he asks, "You felt it, too?" But what does Zara want?

I feel like Zara's motivation is summed up here. Initially, it was curiousity and obligation. She liked seeing him in a state she never had. And he needed a favor, so she felt like she ought to come through. But this is the real reason:

"We can drive for as long as you want. My entire night is free. Obviously"

To me, this is her expressing patience. Patience that she's willing to extend b/c she feels for Jace. But it's also expressing loneliness.

I very much did contrive this bc I'm just a silly billy who has been wanting to write something about Jace n Zara hooking up in a car. And like. I'm cringefail and writing hookups is hard so im always obsessed with what the emotional throughline is for a scene like that and like. I kept coming back to Zara and her celestial lover. I think it's Zara wanting something tangible and messy and faulty.

and yet Zara for a brief terrible moment wants this, with her, over transcendence, over ethereal, ascended, over purity and goodness because this is real , it’s mundane, it’s here , it’s something she doesn’t have to wait for every time her lover comes calling, if anyone knew how desperate Zara truly is they’d never see her the same way again

Like. It's tangible and present and we don't KNOW what a relationship with and angel would be like. But it sounds so... pure. So sterile almost? And textually in FHJY Zara is very mature and healed, but I was like. The idea of a warlock finding a relationship so tantalizing that they would be willing to fuck up their other contracts was just so delicious to me. And Vampires are all about temptation.

Zara can’t help herself, she wants —the same dark want that compels her feed, the same hunger for something she knows is going to destroy her, destroy everyone around her—and seriously, fuck Porter anyway, how could he ever want Jace as profoundly and completely as she feels herself wanting right now,

Like!!!! Yes Zara is better than this but im toxic and want to reduce her to the gutter w the boys! As if it's my fault! I'm not gonna quote the hornier parts but like esp the stuff about like. Zara reconciling with darker wants that—she's not as bad as Porter, but she's a vampire, it's about consumption, about taking, about predation, about desire (it’s also about penetration. lol). She's doesn't let that shit rule her, its there, she does stumble. Like. Was it a good or bad thing that she left it open-ended at the end? I mean. It's good for us for sure. I want them to get into a messy situationship in the wake of Jace's messy breakup with Porter (yes. In my mind this is THEE breakup from IYWD too. The real one).

But like. It was always going to be open ended. Zara did him a favor. This is a contract. There's always a give and take in a relationship. He'll be there for her too at some point. That's how it works.

[theycallme-thejackal]

[ I’m giffing “Someday” and this popped into my brain. ]

“Shit,” Midge mutters to herself.

She puts the change into the payphone and dials the operator, hoping his number is still the same. As it rings and rings, she worries he’s moved or isn’t home, but then, “Hello?”

She sighs. “It’s me. Midge.”

There’s a pause, and she thinks he’s hung up for a moment, but then he says, “It’s been a while.”

“Yeah,” she breathes. “I, um...I know you’re mad at me, and you have no reason to help me - ”

“What precinct?”

“No, it’s not that,” she replies. “It’s...I had a gig tonight, and the booker is refusing to pay me because I was thirty seconds late, and Susie couldn’t come because she had to go to Alfie’s show tonight - ”

“What club?”

She gives him the address, and ten minutes later he’s walking into the club, cigarette in hand. “Thank you,” she tells him. “I swear, Lenny, I’ll never ask you for anything ever again.”

He smirks a little, a joke clearly on the tip of his tongue. Even though she hasn’t seen him in months, she knows exactly what he’s thinking because she remembers the last thing she asked him for. While they were tangled in blue sheets and each other as his talented fingers slipped between them and she whispered please, Lenny.

She hopes the darkness of the club does a good job of hiding the flush on her cheeks.

He looks around, spots the booker, who looks stunned by his presence, and he turns back to her. “Go get him.”

“I - what?” She asks, furrowing her brow.

“I’m not always going to be around to rescue you from the storm,” he explains. “So woman up and go get your money.” He takes a drag of his cigarette.

She opens and closes her mouth, feeling quite a bit like a fish before saying, “I already tried. He said, you were late, so I don’t owe you shit.”

“Did you perform?”

“Yes.”

“Did you make ‘em laugh?”

“I...” She takes a deep breath and then lifts her chin, already feeling more confident. “I fucking killed.”

“Of course you did. So...” He dips his head and leans toward her. “Go get your fucking money.”

She grins at him and nods as he smiles back. Straightening he shoulders, she strides across the room, approaching Dale, and holds out her hand. “I’ll take my money now, please.”

Dale looks at her, a little flustered by her companion still standing at the bar, and then he eyes her with disdain. “You were late.”

“I was thirty seconds late because your bouncer didn’t believe me when I told him I was one of the comics because you failed to put my name on the list of talent for the evening,” she reminds him. “Now. You can either pay me or I can sit at the bar and proceed to heckle the remaining comics who are half as good as I am until you have no patrons left. It’s up to you.”

Dale clenches his jaw and then turns to head to the office. Midge looks over to the bar, where Lenny has a drink in his hand and lifts it in cheers. She gives him a proud grin before looking back toward the office.

The booker comes out a moment later with an envelope, and after she counts the money, she nods. “Thank you,” she tells him primly.

“Don’t expect another call from us,” he sneers.

“Don’t expect another laugh tonight,” she retorts. “I saw the lineup and these guys are staler than that 1952 haircut you’re sporting,” she tells him before turning on her heels and returning to the bar.

Lenny stands there, leaning on the counter and smirking at her. She takes a deep breath and sighs, “Why did you come? You could’ve just given me that pep talk over the phone. Saved you a trip.”

"And miss you in this outfit?” He asks, looking down at what she now remembers is a very blue dress.

“Well...thank you,” she tells him, slipping her envelope into her purse. “Really, Lenny.”

“Well, you did once bring me your umbrella. I thought it was time I return the favor.” His smirk softens then as he says, “I’m not mad at you, Midge.”

“You seemed pretty mad,” she points out, tilting her head at him.

“I was frustrated,” he explains before conceding, “And maybe a little mad, but that’s passed. Especially if you’re working again.”

“I am,” she promises. “So much. It’s not...it’s not opening for Tony Bennett,” she explains. “But it’s work.”

He nods. “Good. You’re too good to be hiding.”

Midge smiles. “Thank you.”

“Now,” he says, tapping the bar with his fingers. “Do you have to rush home, or can I buy you a drink?”

“As long as it’s not here,” she replies.

“Sweetheart, I don’t even plan on paying for my drink,” he tells her before taking her hand and tugging her toward the door, leading her into the night as she laughs.

[sunshine-tattoo]

so instead of that terrible rugrats 3d reboot i propose a series about the original babies who are now adults with their own families!

some ideas:

Tom Pickles

went to university for political science and Sociology

put his leadership skills to work and now is on the city counsel

very proud of a pilot program he started to help young people get into leadership roles

married to chuckie with a daughter

Chuckie Melinda Finster

came out a a trans woman in uni

changed her name to Melinda for her late mother

she and tom immediately realized they had been in love since they were infants

she got a degree in early childhood and works with babies at a daycare

she and Tommy are married and adopted a little girl

who they named Trixie for Tom's late grandmother

Kimi Finster

stayed adventurous into adulthood

got a degree in journalism and works for a adventure travel magazine, which has her traveling all over the world

on one of these trips she met the love of her life

a trans man with a little girl of his own

she finds it hilarious that she followed in her mom's footsteps and married a single dad with a kid

she still travels from time to time but is happy writing from home most of the time with her new family

Lil DeVille

retained her childhood interest in insects

became an entomologist

traveled to lots of places to study unique insects

had a fling on one of her travels and ended up getting pregnant

decided to keep the kid and move back home for a while

Phil moved in with her to help her raise the baby

took a university position in the biology department

gave birth to twins of her own named Honeybee and Bugsley

or Bee and Bug for short

Phil DeVille

came out as gay in high school

messy butch bear

got a good union job in construction, mainly cement work

jokes about how playing in mud as a kid ensured that he'd be a construction dude

stoner

has fucked every guy on his construction crew at least once

loves his niece and nephew to pieces

fun uncle who babysits a lot

bff/ fuck buddy with Dil Pickles

Dil Pickles

came out as nonbinary and pan in high school

locally famous artist

makes a lot of weird shit that is actually quite beautiful

stoner and occasional mushroom user

helps Phil babysit the DeVille twins

Angelica Pickles

mean girl all throughout high school

had a breakthrough about herself in college

came out as bi

immediately realized she had been head over heels for Susie since they were toddlers

they dated through uni and got married

Angelica went to law school and became a defense attorney

she puts her evil tendencies to good use and works for justice for minority citizens

all the other city lawyers are terrified to face her in court

she and susie eventually have a baby baby boy through in vitro

they named him Andrew Randall for both of their dads

friends tease that his nickname could be Andy Randy

Susie Carmichael

grew up absolutely gorgeous

started modeling in her late teens

came out as a lesbian

married to Angelica with their son

retired from modeling after giving birth

runs an arts program for kids of color to find their artistic passion

dil often volunteers with the program

she and Angelica are the city's biggest power couple