#this was supposed to be part of the George Lives au

[rue-isabelle]

rueee, i have a funny idea about the aphrodite series(?) tho it'll be a little bit different from how it goes so far... so... maybe let it be an au of it? like they(drivers) be like all into her but she's actually w toto n susie if you're into that 😂 lovelovelove the series and been reading it on repeat aaaa

No Part 2! This is not the ending, just a side idea

Aphrodite of Formula 1 (side story)

Susie and Toto had been quietly enjoying the chaos Yn caused among the grid and their partners. Their shared secret—that Yn wasn’t just Toto’s assistant but the third, cherished member of their relationship—made every stolen glance, every awkward encounter, and every dramatic meltdown far more entertaining.

For months, the paddock had turned into a soap opera, and Susie and Toto had front-row seats.

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The day Alexandra had her infamous meltdown, Susie and Toto couldn’t contain their amusement. Watching the footage on their phones, Susie laughed so hard she nearly spilled her coffee.

“She’s throwing a tantrum like a spoiled brat,” Susie chuckled, showing the clip to Yn, who smiled awkwardly, unsure how to respond.

Toto, always direct, smirked. “Ungrateful brat,” he corrected, his tone dripping with amusement. Later, when a journalist asked about the incident on live TV, Toto didn’t hold back.

“Well,” he said with a sly smile, “some people don’t know how to handle being second choice. Or third.”

The comment went viral within minutes.

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Toto and Susie loved adding fuel to the fire.

One afternoon in the paddock, Kelly and Alexandra were lingering nearby, clearly irritated by the drivers’ infatuation with Yn. Susie nudged Toto and said loudly, “Isn’t it funny how Max and Charles always seem to be wherever Yn is? Almost like they forget they’re supposed to have girlfriends.”

Toto smirked. “You’d think they’d be more subtle.”

Both women bristled, glaring daggers at Yn, who was blissfully unaware of the jab.

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It was Susie who came up with the idea to get Pierre and Kika to buy Yn something extravagant.

“Tell them you’re looking for new lingerie,” Susie whispered to Yn during a quiet moment in the motorhome.

“What? Why?” Yn asked, confused.

“Just trust me,” Susie said with a wink.

Later that day, Yn casually mentioned to Pierre and Kika that she was thinking about updating her wardrobe. The next morning, a luxurious box of designer lingerie appeared in Yn’s hotel room, along with a handwritten note: Only the best for you.

Susie burst out laughing when she saw the gift. “I can’t believe they actually did it,” she said, wiping tears from her eyes.

---

Whenever George and Carmen were nearby, Toto made a point of complimenting Yn loudly.

“You look stunning today,” he’d say, his eyes lingering on Yn in a way that made George’s jaw tighten.

Carmen would smile politely, oblivious, but George’s thinly veiled frustration was obvious to anyone paying attention.

---

It was during a quiet conversation between Susie and Rebecca that things got out of hand. They were discussing Yn’s flexibility, something Susie praised enthusiastically.

“She’s so graceful,” Susie said with a knowing smile. “Her yoga practice really shows.”

Rebecca agreed. “It’s impressive, really. She can bend like—”

Carlos, who had been within earshot, suddenly choked on his drink, his face turning beet red.

“Carlos, are you okay?” Susie asked innocently.

He muttered something incoherent, quickly crossing his legs. But when Susie and Rebecca started laughing, he stood up abruptly and left, muttering an excuse.

“Too easy,” Susie whispered to Rebecca, who was now in on the joke.

---

Eventually, though, Toto and Susie’s amusement began to wear thin. The drivers were monopolizing Yn’s time, and both felt the sting of jealousy creeping in. So, they decided to make a statement.

At the next Grand Prix, the three of them arrived together, and the paddock was stunned.

Susie held Yn’s hand tightly, her fingers laced with hers, while Toto’s large hand rested possessively on Yn’s lower back. The trio moved through the crowd like royalty, heads turning as whispers spread like wildfire.

When they reached the Mercedes garage, Susie turned to Yn with a mischievous smile and leaned in, pressing a deep, lingering kiss to her lips. The kiss left no room for misinterpretation—it was passionate, intimate, and utterly unapologetic.

By the time Susie pulled away, Yn’s cheeks were flushed, and Toto was smirking. “Don’t be late,” Susie teased, winking at Yn before walking away, her confidence leaving everyone else in awe.

Toto, ever the gentleman, placed a hand on Yn’s waist and gently steered her into the garage. “Shall we?” he asked softly, his voice full of warmth.

The paddock was left stunned, the realization hitting them all at once: Yn wasn’t just Toto’s assistant. She was part of something far deeper, something none of them could touch.

[mightntbethebest]

Trying digital art again

Help

Henry but he looks nothing like the sketch I drew

[pucksandpower]

can you do a social media au where a woman gets a new job as a sky f1 reporter and everytime she interviews toto on air he flirts with her

Toto Wolff x reporter!Reader - Social Media AU

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f1wagupdates can they please kiss already?

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wolffupdates y/n is stronger than me because my panties would immediately be on the floor

f1wagupdates i can feel the tension between them through the screen

beyondthegrid they got me blushing, giggling, kicking my feet, and twirling my hair

f1wagupdates it’s like watching a slow burn romcom play out in front of our eyes

formulanone you do know that y/n is not actually a wag, right?

f1wagupdates she’s a wag in my heart

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f1wagupdates you’re telling me they’ve been together this entire time 😭

wolffupdates i’m both surprised yet somehow not surprised

leclercupdates this is the most charles leclerc thing to ever happen 💀

lordperceval charles leclerc’d a bit too close to the sun

leclercupdates the monaco curse is extra potent this season

bananaleclerc at least maybe this means he got it out of the way before the race?

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yourusername remember when most of the paddock was “coincidentally” vacationing in tuscany at the same time last december? that’s because we got married … surprise!

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mickschumacher lewis owes me 50 euros

lewishamilton i really thought that george would spill it first

georgerussell63 i am deeply offended

f1wagupdates why did you decide to keep it secret?

yourusername we weren’t planning to keep it hidden forever but so much of our lives are shared with the public that it was nice to have this special part that was private just for us and our loved ones

sebastianvettel why am i not surprised it was charles?

charles_leclerc hey what is that supposed to mean?

sebastianvettel that you gossip more than a nosy grandma over tea

mercedesamgf1 the bossman told us to tell you that you should finally change your username to include your new last name

yourusername i’m telling you to tell the bossman that he should actually make his own account first and then we can talk about my username

totowolff you drive a hard bargain, schatz

y/nwolff happy now?

totowolff very happy. but then again, i’m always happy with you

[coco-loco-nut]

Bridgerton - Oscar

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

summary: you return from france to find your childhood best friend grown up

a/n: ok, part two of season three was kinda a let down, but we are celebrating with a second Bridgerton/Regency AU

masterlist

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“Miss Y/n L/n,” you are introduced to the matriarch of the Russell family by your mother. You returned from Paris for your London society debut, making you the prized debutante of the Season. Your older brother was already roped into a conversation, barely a minute after you arrived.

“It is a pleasure to be invited to your ball, it is lovely,” you compliment, a demure smile gracing your face. You passed the time in Paris learning how to be a proper lady, gaining skills that will set you apart from the rest of society. Being the daughter of the Ambassador to France isn’t enough to secure a match.

“Thank you, it is nice to have the L/ns back in England. Have you met my son?” Lady Russell turns to the young man beside her, waiting for an introduction. You bow, as proper etiquette requires upon introduction.

“May I have this dance, Miss L/n?” George asks, extending his arm upon acceptance. You are the last lady to arrive and have yet to find a partner for the first dance, meaning he is able to offer himself as a partner.

“It would be my pleasure, Mr. Russell,” you take his arm and let him lead you to the dance floor for the set.

“So, Paris? What is that like?” George asks, unsure of how to open.

“It was wonderful. So much art and culture. I learned many things while there,” you played down your many accomplishments. You were more accomplished than most of the other young ladies in the room.

“It must’ve been hard growing up there during the Empire then then transition to the new Monarchy,” George sympathizes, knowing it would be improper for you to bring it up first.

“Yes, but we moved with Father ten years ago, so it is what I have known most of my life. It did teach me much about running a household as well,” you tiptoe the line of being proper. You converse about it for the rest of the set.

“I suppose I will have to call on you in order to learn more. Shall we?” George offers a walk around the room, signaling the end of his dance with you.

“Thank you for the dance, Mr. Russell, it was lovely,” you tell him. He isn’t the worst person you have met. George leads you over to a group of young men.

“Would you mind if I introduce you to some acquaintances?” George asks, having a feeling his friends would find you interesting. Although it isn’t proper, he is a part of the host family, so he can claim to be entertaining you.

“Certainly, Mr. Russell. I am afraid I don’t know many people here,” you curiously accept the offer.

“Gentleman, may I introduce you to Miss Y/n L/n, daughter of Lord L/n, the Ambassador to France,” George introduces you as you bow, releasing his arm.

“A pleasure,” you say, looking at the four men. They are introduced as Mr. Norris, Lord Albon, Lord Hamilton, and-

“Y/n, it is lovely to see you again,” the fourth man bows slightly kissing the back of you hand. You quickly search through your brain, through the childhood memories of when you lived in England, trying to match his face with the familiar aura, one you have missed while in France.

“Oscar? Sorry. Lord Piastri, it is lovely to see you again, how have you been” you try to hide your blush. Your childhood best friend grew up handsomely. George and his friends converse with one another as Oscar steps aside to talk to you.

“I’ve been fine. I missed my best friend, I am sorry we lost touch,” Oscar says, looking you over. You have grown up, and are breathtakingly beautiful. The two of you would joke that you would get married one day when you were kids, and now Oscar wishes you were.

“It is a regret, I should’ve come back more often as well. I cannot believe how grown you are. How is your family? Your sisters?” you ask, talking more than you should, but neither of you care.

“They are well, my mother is here somewhere with my sisters. You look beautiful this evening,” Oscar compliments. He is used to being a wallflower during these events, watching and only talking to some acquaintances, but he is different around you.

“Thank you. I did miss you dearly. You have changed so much since I saw you last,” Oscar tries not to blush, noticing the next set was about to begin.

“Perhaps we could catch up over the next set?” You do just that. By the end of the hour, you feel close to Oscar again. Oscar leads you back to your mother and brother, you laughing lightly as something he said.

“Mother, Brother, you remember Oscar Piastri, no?” you ask, looking between the two.

“Of course, it is lovely to see you again, dear. Is your mother here?” your mom asks as the lady in question approaches.

“Oscar, I see you have found some old friends,” Nicole says, entering herself into the conversation.

“It is lovely to see you again, Lady Piastri,” you curtsy.

“Likewise, my dear. You must join us for tea tomorrow afternoon,” Nicole turns to your mother to extend the invitation. You look at Oscar, suddenly feeling a little shy.

“I shouldn’t monopolize your time, Y/n,” Oscar says, also feeling shy. He isn’t used to being this social.

“That is alright, it was wonderful to catch up,” you smile. You weren’t even sure if you should be addressing each by your christian names anymore, but it felt right. “I will see you soon, Oscar,” you let him kiss the back of your hand before he walks off. You spend the rest of your night dancing with other eligible bachelors.

Unfortunately for Oscar, you spend the rest of the London Season being courted by other men, but you make it clear you are waiting for the next Season to receive a marriage proposal. And when he comes to your family estate to call on you after the Season, he finds out that you went back to France for the winter, despite your father’s term having ended.

You keep in touch through letters, and Oscar is delighted to receive an invitation to your family’s ball, the first of the London Season. Oscar arrived to find you chatting with your brother and a slightly older man than him, but he decided to approach anyway.

“Ah, Oscar! It is delightful to see you again. You must meet my friend, Monsieur Charles Leclerc of Monaco. My family is hosting him for the start of the Season,” You introduce the two. “Charles, this is my childhood friend, Lord Oscar Piastri,” you say in flawless French.

“It is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, Mademoiselle L/n has said much about you,” Charles greets Oscar. Oscar is about to reply when George approaches.

“Miss L/n, may I dance this set with you?” George asks and you blush a little. You also wrote to George a few times in the Winter. He made it clear that he was interested in getting to know you, and you weren’t opposed. He did work to earn your correspondence, and you appreciated the friendship and courtship via letters.

“Is there no other free lady? I do not want to be improper,” you carefully ask, not wanting to be perceived as a rude host. You look around, seeing if your brother was dancing with a lady. If he were, then George would be obligated to dance with her as the host family doesn’t usually dance.

“Rest assured, there is no lady left wanting for a partner this dance,” George smiles, extending his hand.

“Then I would be delighted to dance with you, Mr. Russell,” you take his hand, allowing him to lead you to the dance floor.

“She looks beautiful tonight, non?” Charles asks Oscar.

“She does,” Oscar watches you dance with George. He has competition this season.

“Have you begun to formally court her?” Charles asks, noticing the was Oscar is looking at you.

“No, I haven’t. Why do you ask?” Oscar bristles a little.

“I am just curious, she is a good friend, but if I were courting her, I would not be here. I could’ve asked for her hand over the winter,” Charles tries to get Oscar to relax. “Maybe I could be of assistance,” he offers but Oscar shakes his head.

“I don’t want to sway her like that,” Oscar says, turning to Charles. “It was nice to make your acquaintance, I must go greet other friends,” Oscar nods his head, Charles returns the gesture. Oscar does end up dancing with you that night, but it was later in the night.

The trend seems to continue, George capturing your attention and time first, and Oscar being left behind. Charles stayed out of it as asked, instead he focuses on his business connections, similar to your brother.

Oscar finally manages to catch an afternoon with you, a chaperoned walk through the park. He even sent flowers ahead.

“You are a very popular lady this season,” Oscar says, your arm looped through his.

“It is tiring, the business of finding a husband is more work than I thought. It is nice to have a break to spend time with you. Friends are such a lovely reprieve,” you smile, enjoying the company.

“Have you found a suitor you like?” Oscar asks, trying to hide his jealousy.

“I do quite like Mr. Russell. He’s a good man, a good family and a good reputation. He would make for a fine match, don’t you think?” you look up at Oscar.

Oscar swallows the lump in his throat. “I suppose so,”

“Are you alright? Do you need to rest?” You ask, worried about the sudden change in your friends mood.

“No, no. I’m alright. I just don’t want you marrying someone who only wants you for your dowry and reputation,” Oscar promises, changing the topic of conversation.

“Oscar, love matches are rare, besides it is important to marry well as a lady. Now, tell me about that book you were reading,” you change the topic, ignoring the flutter in your heart when Oscar voiced his concern.

“Would you like to join me at the Opera?” Oscar asks abruptly.

“Of course I will join you. Send the information to the estate,” you agree without thinking of how society will see it.

“Wonderful, I will pick you and your chaperone up in my carriage,” Oscar can’t help the smile that appears on his face.

That night you dream of brown eyes, a change from the blue that have previously haunted your dreams. Your brother acts as your chaperone for the Opera, although he doesn’t seem concerned unless Oscar were to do something that would ruin you.

Somehow you found yourself being actively courted by two suitors. You realized your relationship with Oscar took a turn when you began to look forward to every moment spent with him. Yet, the safeness of George and his kindness is something you cannot refuse.

“Charles, I don’t know what to do,” you confess as you sit at the pianoforte, practicing a duet. Charles found a match and it planning on proposing soon. You are expecting a proposal tonight from George, who is a wonderful person, but something doesn’t feel right.

“I see the way you look at Lord Piastri, the two of you look at each with a certain tenderness. Mr. Russell is an advantageous match, and is at the top of the marriage mart, but he is no better off than Lord Piastri. Mr. Russell seems to be courting another lady as well,” Charles gives his opinion.

“The Hamilton ball is tonight, perhaps I will get my answer then,” you sigh. Your decision may be hard, but Charles did help clear your mind a bit. The theme of the ball revolves around flowers, so you choose a beautiful green dress with delicate flower embellishments.

“You look beautiful,” your mom smiles, it may be the best dress you’ve worn this Season.

“Thank you,” you nervously smooth your dress. The ride to the estate seems to last forever, but passed by quicker than you’d like.

Oscar can’t tear his eyes from you when you walk in. All he wants to do is sweep you up in his arms and never let you go. He is quick to approach you, knowing just how much is on the line tonight.

“You are stunning,” Oscar says, capturing your attention.

“Thank you, is that a new suit jacket? The green suits you,” you compliment Oscar, all social standards forgotten in your mind.

“May I speak freely?” Oscar asks carefully, catching you off guard.

“Always,” your brows furrow slightly in confusion.

“Don’t accept a proposal from Mr. Russell, you don’t love him. You deserve someone who loves you,” Oscar says, voice a little shaky yet strong.

“Oscar, I told you before, love matches are rare, and usually not realistic,” you push down your myriad of emotions, especially the fear and panic.

“Marry me,” Oscar blurts. “Marry me, I have loved you since we were children. I am a better match than Mr. Russell, I have a title, I have wealth and land, and I know you. I know your likes, your dislikes, childhood fears. Please, don’t marry someone else,” Oscar confesses as you look like a deer in the headlights.

“I- I need a moment, excuse me,” you feel your heartbeat quicken as you gracefully cross the room, heading out to the back patio. Leaning against the railing you take deep breaths of the fresh air, trying to steady your heart and clear your head.

“Close your eyes and take deep breaths, just listen to my voice,” George says, standing a respectable distance behind you. You do as he says as he talks about some random topic. It works, you feel yourself return to a normal state. “It happens to me too sometimes,” George says before letting a small silence fall between you.

“Thank you. I appreciate your help, truly. What made you follow me out here?” you look out at the gardens.

“You looked panicked, and I needed to talk with you,” George pauses, neither of you notice Oscar step outside. “You are a wonderful lady, but I am proposing to Miss Carmen in a weeks time,” he tells you.

“I received an offer from Lord Piastri, that’s what freaked me out,” you let out a little chuckle from the irony. “I am happy for you, Mr. Russell, I hope we can remain acquaintances in the future,” you look at George who is smiling as well.

“I would like that very much. Lord Piastri is a very lucky man,” George steps away, walking back inside. He gives an approving nod to Oscar. Oscar gives it a few seconds before approaching you.

“Are you okay? I was worried,” He says gently, filled with concern.

“I am so sorry for running off. I don’t know what came over me,” you look into his warm, brown eyes.

“It is okay, I sprung it on you. If you need time to decide, I will give it to you,” Oscar says.

“No. I want to marry you. Love matches are rare, and I don’t want to waste it. I love you, Oscar Piastri,” you say, pushing past the initial fear of your earlier realization.

“Does this mean I can get more than one dance out of you?” Oscar smiles, stepping closer to you. There is no one around to see you, the area tucked away from the ball.

“I believe it does,” you take a small step closer as well.

“May I kiss you?” his voice is low, breath fanning your face lightly.

“You may,” you say breathlessly, tilting your head upwards as he captures your lips with a kiss.

“I will talk to your father tomorrow, tonight we dance,” Oscar’s hands warm yours.

“I will meet you inside, I just need some more time,” you squeeze his hands lightly, a happy smile still on your face.

“Of course, I will meet you in there,” Oscar walks away, letting you process everything that has happened so far tonight. When you rejoin the party, you find Oscar talking to your mother and brother.

“Congratulations, darling. I am so happy for you both,” she says happily. “Nicole and I always knew you would end up together,” she reaches out to hug you.

“Go, dance,” your brother says, clearly approving of the match. Oscar lets you take his hand, leading you to the dance floor, and when that dance is over, you shock the room by dancing with him again. Not that you mind, you are enamored by your betrothed.

Within the following weeks, your engagement is speculated in the gossip papers, Oscar buys a common license, and you get married on a beautiful Thursday morning. The marriage is announced in the papers, making it official in societal terms. You take up residence in your families Paris estate for the honeymoon.

“Make haste, Oscar, we will be late for dinner with the Leclercs,” you call to your husband, certain activities causing you to run behind.

“Coming, my love. You look beautiful, but you would look more beautiful in bed,” Oscar wraps his arms around you, pulling you close.

“Indeed, something for you to look forward to after the dinner,” you press a kiss to his lips before leading him out the door to the carriage.

“I love you, Lady Piastri,” he says, holding you close.

“I love you too, Lord Piastri.”

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like we're the last people on earth by @pessimisticidealist | Lando/George | T | 17.6K

Lando joins Mercedes alongside George Russell for the 2026 season. George expects it to go poorly, incredibly so. And he's correct. The characterizations in this one are clear and feel very real, the tangled emotions and the potential catastrophes falling slowly into something terrible and wonderful and complex. Alex's involvement in the whole ordeal turns it into a wonderful exploration of the 2019 rookies.

Lewis was right, ultimately, George thinks; his only consolation is that it isn’t Alex who he’s going to destroy, who’s going to destroy him. Maybe Lando is a little more oblivious, but — no, no, he knows they will consume each other and themselves, if not this year then next, if not the next then not long after. Nico still floats around the paddock on race weekends like a lost moon, still interviews Lewis with longing heavy in his voice. Lewis speaks to him like he would any other reporter. George doesn’t want to do that to Lando, either. He doesn’t want Lando to do that to him. “Thrilled, of course, Lando’s a good mate,” he tells the press, with vacant eyes and a fixed smile. “No one deserves the Merc drive more than him.”

plant new seeds in the melody by @lellabella | Lando/Oscar | T | 20k

In this magical realism AU, Lando and Oscar are both still McLaren drivers, with one small twist: they both have powers. The worldbuilding in this fic was exceptional: vivid and so well developed, I could picture it all unfolding before my eyes. Both Lando and Oscar's powers fit them so well, and I love how the author carefully built the development of their relationship around them becoming more comfortable with each other's abilities. Despite all powers, though, they are still so very Lando and Oscar at the core of this fic, and I loved the characterisation and writing so much.

But now that Lando is the senior driver, he's supposed to be the one who handles his feelings with maturity, not hopelessly crushing on a younger rookie. This isn't ogling handsome Carlos from afar; he wants to wrap Oscar in a blanket and make him hot chocolate and know that he's okay. He wants to see Oscar smile not just because it's pretty but because he genuinely cares about his happiness. That part is new.

nsfw: live in five by @danifesting | Daniel/Max | E | 25k

Daniel discovers Max's Twitch stream and quickly becomes obsessed with them. This fic explores Max and Daniel getting to know each other and learn each other. I really liked the Max characterisation in this. Very direct but also very open to learn. One of my favourite parts is the mod group chat and how it serves as extra information for the reader, set's the tone nicely and helps you understand the overal context of Max and Daniel.

“I should probably explain my different set-up. This is not permanent. I will be back to my normal room at home in two weeks but for now, I am visiting my boyfriend.” electricsld: oh! a boyfriend! andpussycats: say more max dr3rd: yeah maxy, say more “Well, he is very sweet and he does not mind that I need to stream while I visit him. We live in different places, so we, of course, do not get to see each other very often, but it has been very nice to visit.” dr3rd: is he handsome? Max wants to roll their eyes at Daniel fishing for compliments but they contain themself. “Yes, very handsome. So handsome I cannot believe he picked me.”

I Know Your Name (But Not Who You Are) by @wanderingblindly | Charles/Max | T | 7.7k

Charles isn't in Monaco anymore, instead, now he's in Arizona. He's suffered loss at the hands of racing. Max turns up unexpectedly. Great fic if you want to cry and sob and scream into your pillow at 2 am! Amazing writing that just makes you want to lie in bed and contemplate life :) this is such an underrated fic!

There’s not another soul in the desert, just the brief rustle of an autumnal breeze ghosting along the loose earth. But behind Charles’s eyelids, in the space between him and the world above, it’s them. It hasn’t been them in a long time, he hasn’t let himself think of it. He isn’t running from anything, fluttering from city to city, crossing oceans he never touched as a boy. He’s searching, maybe, for a place where the wind can blow it all away. The sun feels warm as he raises his arm, fingers outstretched as he tries to hold that boundless blue in his palm.

nsfw: Everybody Wants to Rule the World by @kaytheologiearchive | Nico/Sebastian | E | 23k

It's 2022, Sebastian is driving for Aston Martin when their new team principal is announced – Nico Rosberg. The author said it best herself – this fic is all about "the absolute fantasy of being the villains favourite girl". And Nico makes a lovely villain, snarky and a bit pretentious but with the ability to back up his words and make his promises reality. I especially love Seb's character arc, starting with 2022!Seb, reluctantly forced to accept that his world champion days are over, to then finding his spark again under Nicos guidance and returning back to his charming, selfish, index-finger-in-the-air ways. Really they are both absolute assholes in this but thats what makes them perfect for each other.

“I’m here for the same reason you are,” he says, megawatt smile back on his face. “To win you a title.”Seb sits back in his seat, grinning bitterly. “Don’t let Stroll hear you say that. The only reason he bought this team is to try to get a title for his son. I’m just here to play mentor until they build us a car one of us can win with, and then he’ll turn me loose.” He doesn’t add, just like Ferrari did. He doesn’t have to.Nico scoffs. Seb’s met so few people who actually scoff in real life. “Lance Stroll,” he says, disdain dripping around every consonant, “is never winning a title. You still could, though, and you know it. You’d have retired if you didn’t think so.” Seb opens his mouth, prepared to contradict him, and Nico silences him with a wave of his hand. “Don’t give me your go-to line about the love of the sport. You’ve only ever been here for one reason. The media might forget, you might even want them to forget, but I know what you’re really like.”“And what’s that?” Seb asks. Against his better instincts, and even though he knows Nico can’t have a single good motive for being here, he’s intrigued by whatever Nico’s about to say. Nico’s always been an enigma to him, Nico’s opinion of him doubly so.“You’re ruthless,” Nico says, almost in a whisper. “You’re brutal, and ambitious, and you’ll do whatever you have to to take everything you want.”

Rabbit, Rabbit (it takes a village) by @481boxboxbaby | Lando/Oscar | M | 25k

Oscar wakes up to find four baby bunnies in his shower. In the world of this story, that's as good as peeing on a stick. This boy is knocked up, and there are six possible baby daddies. This is a sweet, funny and heartfelt fic that takes a cracky idea (magic bunnies means you're pregnant) and treats it seriously. Oscar is definitely a bit of a pillow princess and good time guy - that's why he has bunnies - and the fic follows his journey of self discovery, growing as a person along the way and learning that knowing himself is far more important than knowing who the daddy is. The guy who steps up, and who Oscar chooses in the end, is maybe a little unexpected but it absolutely worked for me.

“Oh,” Oscar blushes a fierce shade of red. “We’re not a throuple. They’re just friends. I mean, maybe one of them is the other father but - um - that’s sort of the thing.” The midwife raises an eyebrow and cocks her head to the side, waiting for him to go on. Oscar instead looks at Liam and Logan, desperate for one of them to bail him out. “You see, there’s a roster,” Logan says, his expression awfully serious like he’s trying to be as tactful as possible, even if he did just start off by outing Oscar as a hoe.

THREE SCENES IN A CITY by @loveisworry | Alex/Charles | T | 6.8k

Charles and Alex and a party. This is the kind of fic that you read, and then you remember for the rest of your life. This is a truly stunning urban fantasy, very immersive and atmospheric.

'Charles, the city’s chosen son, knows these streets better than the backs of his hands, which are often smeared with ink. There’s a scar where his left thumb joins the meat of his hand that he always forgets about. He’s had it since he was a child, and doesn’t remember it’s there because he doesn’t remember how he got it. Without a story to hang onto it disappears'

[holllandtrash]

disapproval | mick schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x leclerc!reader

request: "Mick Schumacher imagine where the reader is the youngest Leclerc. I live for overprotective brothers, so if you could include that. It doesn’t matter if it is a story or an Instagram au" word count: 2.6k warnings: none except kind of asshole brother charles so sry

You waited almost twenty minutes after the race started before sneaking out the back door of the Ferrari garage. Mick texted you saying ‘come by in 20’ but you figured 18 and a half minutes was close enough.

With all of the mechanics and pit crew focused on the race, you managed to make your way down to the Mercedes garage relatively unnoticed. You did receive a few questionable glances from the employees who did know you, but none of them said or did anything to stop you from opening up the door. Your VIP access pass was enough for you to do, for the most part, what you wanted

You shut the door quietly, not wanting to draw extra attention to yourself. You were a Leclerc in the Mercedes garage. Even if you knew next to nothing about the actual strategies or the game plan for the races, neither of the team principals would be too happy to see you in the competitions garage.

When you felt a hand on your waist, you jumped and gasped quietly, but when you heard Mick’s laugh you leaned into his touch.

“I said I’d meet you outside,” he whispered, pulling your back gently against his chest. Mick dropped his head and pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

“Yeah, but you’re not supposed to leave the garage,” you pointed out. A loud cheer of excitement came from the pit crew when George overtook the car ahead of him and you pushed Mick closer into the corner, wanting to be as far out of the public eye as possible. 

“You’re sweet,” Mick traced his fingers over your jaw and turned your head to face him, his bright blue sent fireworks exploding in the pit of your stomach. It had been eight months with this man and he still made it feel as though you two were the only people to ever exist whenever he looked at you. 

You had started dating towards the end of the last season. Spending the break together was ideal and romantic and you had never been happier. Obviously, you both would have loved it if he was still driving this season, but being Mercedes’ race driver ensured that he would still be there every weekend.

There was only one issue. 

Your older brothers were still very sceptical about your relationship. Charles, especially. He, sometimes, respected Mick as a driver and when they raced, they got along fine, but you were his younger sister, his only sister. To him, no one would ever be good enough for you. 

That didn’t stop you, though. Mick made you happier than you’d ever been. 

He wrapped his arms around your waist, chin resting on top of your head as the two of you watched the race play out in the garage. You could feel him wince whenever Lewis or George had a close encounter. And in return, he squeezed your sides gently when Charles had too much oversteer in the fifth corner and caused him to drop down a place. 

“I wish you were racing,” you whispered, raising your hand up to cup his cheek. Mick turned his head and kissed your palm. 

“No you don’t,” Mick chuckled. “Because then you’d have to choose between rooting for me or your brother.”

“Oh, definitely you,” the lack of hesitancy in your response made him laugh harder.

“Charles would never let you stand in his garage if you showed up in a shirt with my name on it.”

“Then I'd stand in your garage,” you shrugged your shoulders, your lips curled up into a sly smirk. 

“Sweetheart, I want him to like me. I don’t need him thinking of ways to send me to the grave every time I pass him in the paddock.”

“He does like you!” you retorted, but you could both hear the uncertainty in your tone. You could feel him sigh and you corrected yourself, “He likes you as a person, just not-”

“As your boyfriend.”

You turned around in his grasp, interlocking your fingers behind his neck. Mick’s soft smile had the ability to calm your nerves. It didn’t matter what your brothers thought about the two of you. As long as you had Mick, you were fine.

There was a screen right behind Mick’s head and your gaze darted it for a second, only to see that there were a handful of laps left. Charles had managed to get the lead back and unless there was a red flag in the next few minutes, there was a good chance he’d finish first. As his sister, you basically had to be there to celebrate. 

Mick could see what was going through your head and he raised his hand to your chin, gently pulling your attention back to him. 

“Call me later,” he told you. “We can get dinner.”

“If Charles wins, a bunch of drivers are going out. Arthur too and he’ll expect me to join them.” you said, remembering the plans that he and Carlos made earlier today. Honestly, they didn’t need an excuse to go clubbing, but if they had a reason to celebrate then all the better. “Please come.”

Mick didn’t like going out. You had figured that out pretty early on in your relationship. The club scene just wasn’t him. He’d so much rather stay in and order take out. His favorite nights were when the two of you would spend twenty minutes trying to figure out what movie to watch as the pizza got cold only to always settle on reruns of shows you’ve already seen.

But he loved you and saying no to you wasn’t something he could easily do. 

“Okay,” his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, but as long as you were by his side tonight, he couldn’t complain.

You stood on your toes to kiss him, tuning out the rest of the garage, hell- the whole world, as his lips met yours. His grip on your waist tightened and it took everything in you not to pull him to the nearest washroom so you could have a bit more privacy.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips. He squeezed your side again and repeated the words back. As he lowered his arms, you pulled your phone out of your pocket, instantly ignoring the texts from Arthur wondering where you had gone all race. 

A simple instagram story post would answer his questions.

You’d just have to remember to post a congratulations picture for Charles on your feed later, otherwise he’d be bitter. He wouldn’t come out and say it, but you’d know.

“I’ll see you tonight,” you assured Mick and he was quick to give you one last peck on your cheek before you headed out the back of the Mercedes garage. 

You showed up at Ferrari just as the pit crew was running across the pit lane to climb onto the fences, ready to show their support for Charles who would cross the finish line any second now. No one seemed to notice your disappearance.

Until you locked eyes with Arthur.

With his arms crossed against his chest, he slowly made his way over to you, eyebrows raised as if he was waiting for an explanation. 

“What?” You asked, turning your focus to the screen.

“You were at Mercedes?”

“For a bit, yeah,” you shrugged, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. “I was with Mick, why does it matter? It’s not like I'm needed here anyway.” You gestured around the nearly empty garage and when you looked up at your brother, you could tell he was ready to scold you. “Look, today is about Charles. Can we just save the talking to for another day? The last thing I need is for either of us to be in a pissy mood before we go out.”

As luck would have it, Charles turned the last corner and was heading down the track at full speed. The crowd was going wild, cheering on the Monegasque driver. It was deafening and you knew that you wouldn’t get a chance to personally congratulate him until later. 

You waited until he went to parc fermé before grabbing your bag and heading for the back door of the garage. Arthur grabbed your arm before you could go anywhere. He had this look on his face, assuming that you were on your way to see Mick again. 

“I’m going back to the hotel,” you assured him, yanking your wrist from his grasp. “I’d rather not get lost in a sea of people today, Arthur. Come and knock on my door when you guys are planning on leaving.”

A flash of regret crossed his face, but it disappeared almost as quickly as it came. He didn’t approve of your relationship either, but he also knew how happy Mick made you. The only one who actually seemed to be on yours and Mick's side was Lorenzo, but he wasn’t there to back you up today.

“Oh and I invited Mick to come out with us,” you flashed Arthur a cheeky grin, but you were already way out of the garage before he could even think about arguing with you.

A few hours, five shots and a spilled drink or two later, you found yourself in the middle of a conversation with Lando and Oscar. The three of you were tucked away in the back corner of the VIP section, sitting on the purple velvet couches while the majority of the other drivers were either dancing or at the bar. 

You were doubled over laughing at something Lando had said and your stomach was starting to cramp from how much the two McLaren drivers were making you laugh. The three of you were all struggling to catch your breath when the driver of the day showed up, 

“What is so funny?” Charles asked, nodding his head to instruct you to move over so he could squeeze in between you and Lando. 

What was so funny? 

“Lando-” you pointed at the Brit, but for the life of you could not remember what the joke was that had you breathless. You eventually shrugged, “You just had to be here.”

You reached for your drink that was on the table in front of you as your eyes scanned the crowded club. At the same time, Charles was watching you and there was no way for him to ignore the way your features softened when you locked eyes with Mick who was standing off to the side chatting with Daniel.

He sent a wink in your direction and even in the dim lighting, anyone who simply glanced your way would be able to see your cheeks turn a light shade of red.

“What do you see in him?” 

You snapped your head towards your brother, not a fan of his harsh tone. “I see everything in him. He means the world to me, Charles.”

“You barely know him,” Charles rolled his eyes and beside him, Lando and Oscar slowly inched away from your conversation. They both knew tensions were high when it came to your relationship.

“No, you barely know him,” you retorted. “You see him as a reserve driver for Mercedes and nothing else.”

“That’s not true, I also see him as an ex driver for Haas,” Charles argued back, earning a stifle of laughter from Oscar. You shot both him and your brother a glare before you stood up from the couch. 

“Trouduc,” you spat. Asshole.

“Hey, Y/N, come on,” Charles chuckled, reaching for your wrist before you could storm off. “I just think you could do better than Mick, is all. You have a habit of falling too hard too fast and I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Thanks for your concern,” the sarcasm dripped from your words and you firmly ripped your arm from his hold. He let go of you at the same time and the momentum sent you stumbling backwards. 

You were half expecting to lose your balance and hit the ground, but instead a strong pair of arms wrapped around your waist before you could fall. You looked up to see Mick, eyeing you with concern. The second his line of sight darted towards Charles, it clicked in his head what had happened.

For months you tried desperately to get Charles to understand that you were happy and in love. You wanted your older brother to respect your relationship and actually support it, but it was starting to become draining. You were beginning to think he would just never approve.

“You alright?” Mick asked, and even though you nodded, he saw right through the act. He reached for your hand and squeezed it.

“Can we go?” You asked him, wondering why you didn’t take him up on his offer to just stay in tonight. 

Mick nodded and he started to pull you in the direction of the club doors. You only got a few feet away from the VIP section when he looked over his shoulder, presumably at where Charles was sitting.

“Mick,” you urged, tugging on his hand, “Let’s just go.” 

But he had stopped walking, “Give me one minute, okay?”

“No what are you-”

You couldn’t finish that question. Mick had already walked back towards the couch. You watched as Charles stood up when he approached, eyeing up the taller blonde. Mick had a few inches over Charles, but both of them were intimidating in stance. 

From where you stood, you couldn’t hear what you were saying, but you could see Mick’s muscle tense. You could make out the lines in Charles’ forehead. When Lando and Oscar stood up as well, you could tell they were getting ready to intervene if needed, but you couldn’t bring yourself to cross the floor and get involved. 

And then Charles stepped closer. There was only a few inches of space between the two of them now and you were praying that they both cared about their careers enough to not do anything stupid. The last thing you needed was for this to turn into an altercation and blow up on twitter.

Lando said something to both of them and Charles looked over at you. Whatever Lando said was all it took for Mick to back off and make his way back to you. He grabbed your hand, linking your fingers together. You hated the scowl on his face. Mick was never angry. 

“What did you say to him?” You asked when you stepped outside. Mick pulled out his phone to order an uber, ignoring your question. You poked a finger against his chest, “Micky, what did you say to Charles?”

Mick sighed, sliding his phone in his pocket, “I told him that he had to get over himself and accept the fact that you and I are together.”

You raised your eyebrows, waiting to hear Charles’ response.

Reluctantly, he told you. “He said that eventually you’ll smarten up. You’ll realise that you can do a lot better than me.”

Charles’ words had gotten to Mick. You wanted to scream at your brother for being so blatantly disrespectful. 

“Don’t listen to him,” you said quietly. “He’s taking the whole protective older brother thing to the next level and he’s just being an ass.”

“He’ll never approve of us together.”

“I don’t need his approval,” you assured Mick. But you were both thinking the same thing. You didn't need his approval, but you definitely wanted it. You hated that your relationship with Mick was putting such a strain on your relationship with your family.

The uber pulled up and Mick opened the door for you, letting you slide in first. 

You rested your head on his shoulder, letting the silence fill the car ride. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and opened up Instagram. Mick chuckled when he saw what you were posting and you felt him smile against your hair as he kissed the top of your head.

The rest of your night with Mick was wholesome. You curled up into the hotel room bed and you put on reruns of an old sitcom, both of you pushing the interaction with Charles far from your minds.

It wasn't until you woke up the next morning and saw the dozens of notifications. Missed calls, tweet and texts. All of them drawing attention to the comment on your post from last night.

Your heart sank when you opened up the app and saw what Charles had commented in the early hours in the morning, probably when he was just getting back from the club, and most definitely too drunk to be on his phone.

You could only assume that he had meant to send the photo to one of his friends, or even Arthur, but instead in his drunken state, the intended private message ended up being a very public comment.

yourusername

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tagged: mickschumacher

yourusername mon chéri🖤

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mickschumacher i don't speak french

yourusername use google translate dummy

paddockgf such cuties im obsessed🥹

sunshinelewis y/n leclerc is really out here living all of our dreams

charles_leclerc i reallt dont understand why they r together

yourbestfriend ... maybe because they're in love? try being supportive of your sister for a change landonorris too far charles, too far

You hurried to delete his comment, but at this point you knew half of the F1 media world had already seen it and the other half would hear about it before noon.

Your phone started to vibrate and you swallowed back a lump that had formed in your throat.

incoming call: charles

part 2 here part 3 here

requests are open

[rascalentertainments]

Wish Granted AU: Flazino

Now the sorcerers' overworked, underappreciated, underpaid, incredibly tired apprentice, Flazino! I keep laughing at the fact that this guy has more depth to him than half the cast of the canon movie. 😂 He went from throwaway character to a nearly co-protagonist character with importance to the story!

His design was inspired by several Disney characters. The outfit and hair are a reference to Arthur/Wart from "The Sword in the Stone". The face and body language is based on George from the Paperman short film (Remember how great that was? And it mastered the 2D/3D hybrid animation long before Wish? What happened to those animators, Disney?)

(You can even use this concept art as reference for Flazino if you want too, especially that pissed off look 😂)

And I swear it wasn't on purpose, but as I started drawing him tired, he started resembling Bruno. All his references are from overworked or stressed out characters and I didn't even do it on purpose! 😂

Now for some backstory and info dump! This was pretty fun because I got to create my own take on him since there's practically nothing on him outside of a deleted scene.

• Like the aforementioned deleted scene, Flazino's wish is to study magic. For this story, its so he can help others lives be better, which is what he thought Magnifico wanted as well. He thought the job would be more glamorous or fun as he learned, but it turns out Mags doesn't actually want a successor. He plans on being in power permanently. He pretends he granted Flaz's wish and instead of studying magic, he's the errand boy, cleans the lab equipment, feeds Sabor, and is in charge of the tour guides for newcomers. Flazino just practices what he can at home and secretly takes ingredients from Amaya's potion cabinet.

•No one's sure if the bags under his eyes are from losing his wish and side effects starting, or its just him being stressed out all the time. Either way he's like Aled, he doesn't sleep much cause he's always working or worrying. He's sort of sassy when he's really tired so he might make an off hand comment. Bonus: He swears, but its censored in the "Spongebob Sailor Mouth" style. You'll just hear a noise or beep censorship sound in place of it. 😂 (Hey, you can say "Hell" and "Damn" in a Pixar movie now, so why not?)

•He gave his wish at 18, and was surprised to hear it was getting granted so soon. Though Mags doesn't really need an apprentice, he takes Flaz on just in case something happened to him, all of his magic, power and evil will go into the apprentice. Sort of passing on his plans to him to become the next Magnifico and continue his work. That's pretty terrifying.

• Most people in the Hamlet think that he and Asha are secretly a thing, but that's not the case. Lord knows Sabino wanted his granddaughter to get a boyfriend so she'd stop being so serious all the time. They never really had feelings like that for each other, they just stayed friends. One part is because Asha has just sealed herself off from connecting deeper with other people, and on Flaz's side, he already has feelings for someone else. (Also, after Star shows up and spends time with Asha, she starts feeling things for him she's been repressing for years. Girl, chill.-)

• During the first few months of becoming the apprentice, he learned about the Hamlet through rumors in Rosas. He didn't understand why people would run away until he stumbles on seeing the king and queen crush the wishes of a couple who talked about leaving Rosas and not trusting the royals. He never saw that couple again.

He later took off one night into the forest to finds this supposed Hamlet using a tracking spell. Once he finds it, Sabino and other people tell him why they ran and what a monster the royal could be. Flazino felt so disgusted that he promised to help anyway he could. So he makes an excuse to get specialty mushroom from the Uncharted Forest once a month and brings supplies to the Hamlet ever since. (stuff like seeds to grow food, flour, medicine, toys for the kids)

• A lot of the people actually go to Flazino if they can't get to the king for help improving the kingdom, or people needing help. The royals don't do crap, so he just does the best he can himself. But most people don't realize he's the one that granting their needs and not the royals.

• His connection to the 7 Teens actually foreshadows Asha bringing them together. Like the deleted scene suggested, they all know him as the "great apprentice to the king", when he's really just a tired guy trying not lose his sanity. He has different interactions with each of them.

Gabo is the one shouting that the royals are evil like a conspiracy theorist, but since he's such a low threat, they send Flazino to get rid of him and everytime he gets away. Gabo's been a nuisance for months now and he's even defacing anything with the royals on it. He actually agrees with Gabo, but obviously can't say it out loud.

For Simon, he tries to keep him awake when he can for his knight training, or guard duty so its his way of trying to help fulfill his wish of being a knight. He's tired himself, so its even harder.

Safi is allergic to practically everything when he cleans, so Flaz has an idea to make a medicine that can cure that through magic. He has no idea its just so he can talk to the girl he likes without sneezing in someone's face. 😂

Hal is one of the easiest he gets along with. She's pretty content where she is and gets along with him fine. Though he gets roped into doing some of her work when he's not paying attention, lol. If she does see an injustice being done to someone else she'll step in to help them.

Bazeema he's not even sure what she thinks of him. She's so shy whenever he talks to her, all he knows is that she does a great job caring for the local animals and flora in the kingdom, which he's thanked her many times for. Though she has been leaving him yellow roses as thank you messages.

Dahlia is actually the one he bonds with the best. He ends up talking to her when its time for Sabor's breakfast or dinner and she makes the food by hand with her parents. At first he just talked to her out of convenience and vent a little bit about being overworked (much to his surprise, she's actually listening). Then the two of them just found some comfort in talking to each other when they've had a long day and now its developed into a full-on crush for him. But with Dahlia going all fangirl on Magnifico, he doesn't have high hopes the feelings mutual. (She's been dropping hints but he's not getting it)

So I guess we got three Flazinos right now: RFTS!Flaz who actually likes his job and still wants to learn magic, UaS!Flaz who's a prince of the evil royals, and then WG!Flaz is an overworked man who wants to hurt his bosses. Y'all need therapy. 😂

(So now, Chapter 6 of WG will be out tomorrow! 😏)

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[lottiecrabie]

in the linecook au either ross or george finding you and matty and joining in especially if its the end of the shift and they were supposed to go out and then trying to act like nothing happened but secretly exchanging glances all evening

OMG I SWEAR YOU GOT ME BLUSHING🫣 giggling to myself kicking my feet this is too good

okay, so matty is eating you out in the middle of the pantry (not before making some really obnoxious puns about ‘eating his meal’ and ‘where else can he find his food’). you sit on some crates and he kneels before you. there’s something ecstatic about the sight; a powerful man, angry and controlled and all-knowing, on his knees for you. a shiver passes through your shoulders, rolling your eyes into your skull.

it’s late at night so you’re not being exactly quiet, racking a hand through his curls and moaning freely. he’s got this fucking starved technique, licking at you with such hunger, trying to devour you like his favorite meal. your legs tremble, wrapping around his head, thighs threatening to suffocate him. he’s unbothered; he rubs your clit with only more enthusiasm, dipping long, spindly fingers inside of you, curling them just so.

you grip the shelves behind you, trying to hold onto something for dear life. pressure builds inside your stomach. you’re about to— you’re right— you scream, opening your eyes to warn matty.

instead, you find george staring at you, standing frozen in the door. his eyes are dark, traveling over your flushed face, your opened thighs, matty’s face buried between. your lips part in shock, ready to warn matty when—

matty flicks his tongue pointedly and it’s too late. you fall apart, stars spreading beneath your eyelids, screaming, ‘george!’

you try to catch your breath. matty arches an eyebrow under you, unimpressed, pissed. you flick your eyes beyond him. george is still there, clenching his jaw.

matty turns around. realization dawns on him as he catches the sight of his friend. he ups his chin at him, grinning. ‘hey, mate.’ mischievously, he takes his fingers out of you. a quiet whimper slips through your lips, but you bite it down vengefully. now that you’re not swimming in the dazed waters of pure, unfiltered euphoria, embarrassment climbs up your spine. you flush bright red, trying to push matty out of your still parted thighs.

instead, matty brandishes the two slick fingers to george, wiggling them as wetness strings between them. you die on the spot, surely. die and come back to your body just to live through all of it again. some divine punishment.

matty smirks, ‘want a taste?’

your heart skips a beat. george’s eyes lock with yours, still silent. too silent. what is he thinking under that impenetrable gaze of his? all that intensity only makes him more handsome. tall and big and sharp; a hazard you want to risk. telltale excitement drips between your thighs. the instinct of closing them rings in your head, but they’re still shamelessly hanging from matty’s shoulders.

‘c’mon, george,’ matty says now, egging him on. ‘it’s fucking sweet.’ as if to prove his point, he sucks one finger into his mouth, moaning exaggeratedly as he twists his tongue around it. he pops it out, smiling boyishly.

‘matty,’ george warns, voice low and gravely. you shiver at the sound, wanting him to say your name in that tone. needing it.

matty turns back to you, tsking. ‘guess he doesn’t want it, princess. oh well.’ he makes a move to stick the second one in his mouth, but george’s crowding his space the next second, gripping his wrist. matty laughs, mocking mastermind.

staring at you, he wraps his lips around matty’s wet middle finger. the sight is sinful. you moan, clenching around matty’s face.

‘think she likes it, mate,’ he says, teasing. ‘think she likes you.’ matty bites at your thigh, making you look down at him. ‘do you?’

you swallow. flick between the two men. thrill dances under your skin, sensing the incoming events. ‘yes.’

matty smiles, tapping your leg proudly. he stands from between them, wiggling two eyebrows to his friend.

george is still looking at you like he’s convinced he’s making you up in his mind. he trails two fingers on your naked thigh, making you shiver, when he says, ‘can’t believe you’ve been fucking her this whole time.’

‘jealous?’

‘maybe.’ his fingers adventure higher, tough callouses on the tip of them. ‘how is she?’

a blush spreads across your cheeks. shyness and embarrassment and the contrasting need pump in your veins. you should feel— you should be ashamed. instead, your thighs part instinctively, practically showing yourself on display.

‘tooth-rotting sweet. makes these pretty little noises, like she’s—‘

‘matty!’ you scold.

he looks down at you condescendingly, shushing. ‘we’re not talking to you, baby.’ he turns back to george. ‘sugary moans, but then when you find the right spot, rub just the right way, man, she screams.’

‘yeah,’ george nods, finding the apex of your thighs. you gasp, all the air of the room sucking in. ‘i heard that.’

he rubs at your clit with no shyness, almost familiar, like he memorized the spots when it was matty circling them with his tongue. like he was diligently learning.

it’s got the desired effect. your head falls back on the shelves, rolling your hips into his fingers. a loud moan spills from your lips.

‘see?’ matty laughs.

‘yes,’ george says, rubbing faster to make stringed pearls of whines fall from your mouth. ‘fucking sweet.’

matty smiles proudly, caressing your hair. you lean into the motion, practically purring. ‘perfect girl,’ he coos at you. you nod, head slack. ‘you’re beautiful.’

a happy giggle leaves you, distorted by a high-pitched yell as george slips two long fingers inside of you. the stretch is tight, bigger than matty’s. you scrunch your face, breathing out, ‘shit, george.’

he curls them, thrusting in and out, smirking smugly at his friend. ‘i think your girl likes me best.’

matty slaps his shoulder. ‘piss off.’

george laughs, bending down to you. ‘you do, right? tell him.’ as though to plead his case, he slips in and out faster, digging his free hand into the meat of your thigh.

‘you’re a dickhead.’

‘and your girl wants the dick and the head.’ a snort bursts out of you. even matty huffs some smothered laugh, shaking his head.

‘she’s got a rule about puns when you’re inside of her, by the way.’

george arches an eyebrow. ‘how many have you made to warrant the placing of a rule.’

out of breath, you giggle, ‘too many.’

‘i can’t stop being hilarious. it’s part of me.’

george rolls his eyes, unconvinced. he fucks into you faster. a telltale pressure builds into you. feeling the edge of the cliff teeter under your toes, you grip george’s forearm, digging your claws in the tattooed skin.

‘let’s give him a show,’ george coos. ‘show him how it’s really done.’

‘oi!’

with a laugh, your eyes roll back, pleasure gathering in a tight, coiling ball, then blasting free. it wipes through your limbs. you shake, screaming, clawing at george’s arm.

matty’s caressing hand on your head soothes you back down. you grin lazily, body loose.

‘you did so good,’ matty promises, kissing your jaw. ‘so, so good for us.’

george slips his fingers out of you, sucking them into his mouth and licking them clean. ‘fuck.’

‘well, don’t get too obsessed.’

matty helps you down from the crate, lowering your skirt back. the floor seems to ripple under you. he takes you by the cheek, kissing your forehead. dropping an arm around your shoulder, he turns back to george. ‘how about that beer, then?’

[n4talia-chaparro]

If you don't mind me asking, why and how did George betrayed Harold? (I'm sorry I ask you this stupid question I just missed out on some parts of the au I'm so sorry)

I HAVENT HAD ANY AU QUESTIONS IN AGES OMGGG 😭😭🙏🙏 everyone doesn't give a damn about this cringy AU but I'm so happy about this ask- ITS OKIEEE

To start- Before Harold went missing (and um before he was renamed to "Hutchins" and it was in the middle of the SITUATION WHERE STUDENTS GOING MISSING AND SHII-), he and George would argue a lot, they don't usually make comics like they used to because George and Jessica were in a- well a new relationship- ((um yeaa surprise-- erm))

Harold felt left out that time, and soon Jessica didn't trust him so she began to talk shit and lied about Harold hiding something. Of course, she managed to convince George about it and talking shit behind his back.

Sadly a few days later the situation with the missing people got worse this time the group was getting attacked, Harold, being almost dizzy and hurt, tripped on the floor with his knee and head bloody, George was supposed to help him but Jessica rushed him and he didn't wanna be killed so he left Harold behind, running with the rest of the misfarts for their lives. Yea they all betrayed him-

Leaving poor Harold in the hallway all weak and injured. The worst part he went missing after they left him. And Jessica took his spot and she's the leader of the group knowing that Harold isn't gonna return until he gets back along with the other missing people- (HIDHSJJS)

And that's what happened- lmao 😭

[tillthelandslide]

Insufferable Arsehole Part 7: All I Need To Hear Instagram AU - Matty Healy Series

A/n: okay before we start, I've been getting a few anon comments in my asks about my Instagram AUs, specifically the ones apart of the Insufferable Arsehole series... (Briefly spoke about this when I posted part 4) buttttt Lots of people are saying that not all the photos relate to what happens in the specific chapter they correspond with... And that's correct, I've added a few photos that aren't WRITTEN about in the chapter, but it's supposed to represent what is going on around the same time, to add some depth to their relationship. Hope that's okay and makes sense. p.s i dont mind anon asks at all but im still a person, kindness doesn't cost anything

trumanblack:

trumanblack a gift from @thisislou how sweet... She acts like she hates me but she doesn't

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thisislou ikr I'm such a good friend😉❤️

-> trumanblack oh yeah you're the best ✨friend✨

bedforddanes75 she doesn't get me presents so count yourself lucky

-> thisislou my ✨presence✨ is your present... See what I did there?

hater1 why is she so cocky? She's really not all that

-> hater2 literally 🤣

loufanpage omg we stan

1975fan love how she's on board the ratty train

75fan okay but they HAVE to be together now surely!!

thisislou:

thisislou a rare day off spent with my favourite guys ❤️

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fan1 omg guys i met them and they were the sweetest... they looked so happy and also matty was walking with his arm around lou it was adorable... I thought he was going to kiss her at one point

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trumanblack the best day🖤

-> thisislou with you 🖤

bedforddanes my best friends ❤️

-> thisislou love you ❣️

rass1975 look at them 🥹

75fan the golden trio 💛

fan1 I ship Lou x Matty so hard

fan2 okay but I need a friendship like G's and Lou's they've know each other for so long and they're still besties

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fan3 why does it feel like George was third wheeling

hater she's living the life I deserve, hate her more now

-> 75fan omg just stop this now it's just sad... Get a life

thisislou via stories:

thisislou:

thisislou @trumanblack you're alright i guess... i quite like your face

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trumanblack i happen to like your face too❤️

-> thisislou ❤️

fan1 okay... they must be together now... surely?

bandmate cute

hater1 god she's unbearable

-> bedforddanes75 kindly fuck off, thank you ☺️

75fan omg they were holding hands guys!!!! i saw them

-> lou75fan my friend saw them hugging!!

thisislou:

thisislou forever thankful for you @bedforddanes and everyone on the @the1975 team for supporting me and having my back , you know who you are and I love you all ❤️

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bedforddanes75 always got your back 🖤

-> thisislou my best friend, my brother, always. I love you

jamieborne family 🖤

trumanblack you're one of us now ❤️

-> thisislou 🥹❣️

rass1975 always here for you rockstar 🖤

-> thisislou right back at you Macdonald ❤️

jwaughsaxophone the kindest soul 💙

-> thisislou waughy 🥹❤️

1975adam you've got my back, I've got yours 🖤

-> thisislou always Hann ❤️

carly.rh families stick together 💜

-> thisislou there's truly no family better than this one ❤️

charli_xcx do I need to kill a bitch? 🔪

-> thisislou I love you... But no

loufanpage is everything okay?

75fan hope nothing happened for her to have posted this

-> the1975updates I think some fans were giving her hate unfortunately

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the1975:

the1975 family 🖤

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thisislou 🖤

trumanblack the best family

bedforddanes75 family 🖤

rass1975 what a beautiful bunch of people

1975adam always and forever 🖤

jwaughsaxophone proud 🖤

the1975updates:

the1975updates a fan that met George, Matty and Lou today (who wants to remain anon) sent me this picture and said it's Lou's lock screen 🥹

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75fan omg 🥹

loufanpage be still my beating heart 💓

fan1 I actually can't deal... I need answers... Happy for them regardless but I need to know

fan2 they're really her boys aren't they

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fan3 how did they get access to this photo

-> the1975updates the power of us stans

loufanpage:

loufanpage okay... This picture is swarming my socials rn and lots of people (including the og poster) are saving it's Matty and Lou... This is quite zoomed in bc the og picture was taken from quite a distance away... Need to know if this is actually them because I can't deal if it is. My parents 💛

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75fan I'm pretty sure it is, her outfit is the same as the one she posted on her story ... They're so cute

fan1 there's pictures from other angles too which tbh low key annoys me bc yes we want to see them together bc they're freaking adorable but like... This was taken outside their hotel, give them some privacy

-> loufanpage yeah that's true, I mean these pictures make me so happy that's why I repost but I'd rather everyone just respected their privacy and wait until they're ready to announce it

fan2 so cute

mattyloushipper I'm so happy rn

[koreanbibliophilegirl]

Part three of incorrect quotes for my dsmp superpower AU wee woo

(Credit: Quotes are from ScatterPatter's Incorrect Quotes Generator!)

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(At a restaurant)

Sam: You guys should get the orange soda, it's amazing.

Ponk: Okay.

Waiter: Can I get you guys anything to drink?

Sam: Orange soda, please!

Ponk: I'll have the strawberry soda.

Hannah: Me too, strawberry soda.

Sam:

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Niki: While I'm gone, Tommy, you're in charge.

Tommy: Yes!!!

Niki, whispering: Bad, you're secretly in charge.

Bad: Obviously.

-

Aimsey: Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 million primes?

Tommy, turning to Tubbo: You stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we buy a big-a** house.

Tubbo: You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 million.

Tommy: Good thinking.

-

Ranboo: I trust Tubbo.

Techno: You think he knows what he's doing?

Ranboo: I wouldn't go that far.

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(After Techno offers to coach Benchtrio in vigilante-ing)

Tommy: So, what, now I'm just supposed to do anything that Technoblade does? I mean, what if he jumped off a cliff?

Ranboo, who works with Techno at the library: If Techno were to jump off a cliff, he would've done his due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry, so yes. If you see Techno jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff.

Tommy: You jump off a cliff!

Ranboo: Gladly. Provided Techno did first.

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Foolish: Eret, what do IDK, ILY, and TTYL mean?

Eret: I don't know, I love you, talk to you later.

Foolish: Oh okay then, I love you too. I'll just ask Tina.

-

Store Worker: Would a Mr. Bedwars please come to the front desk?

Purpled, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?

Store Worker: (Points to Quackity and Punz)

Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?

Q and Punz: We got lost :(

Purpled: I didn't even bring you guys here with me-

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Foolish: I can't believe you live nearby, and you won't let anyone crash at your place.

Punz, desperately trying to keep his mafia status a secret from Foolish, trying and failing to come off as casually joking: You people already know too much about me.

Sam, who lowkey suspects Punz is mafia: I know exactly three facts about you, and one of them is that you won't let any of us crash at your place.

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Tubbo: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life.

Purpled: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?

Tubbo: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. B*st*rdous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

Hannah: Edible.

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Bad: Three words. Say them and I'm yours.

Skeppy: Three words.

Bad:

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Ant: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars.

Ponk: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the d*mn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.

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Sam: Remember when you didn't try to solve all your problems with attempted murder?

Ant: Stop romanticizing the past.

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Kristin: This is bothering me.

Velvet, abusing his Ghost Powers™️ and floating on his stomach next to her head: Well, you are digging up a corpse.

Kristin: No, not that. That's, uh, pretty par for the course, actually.

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Tubbo: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis.

Technoblade: You're 16 years old.

Tubbo: I MIGHT DIE AT 30!

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George: I slept for almost 12 hours, but I might still be tired, so lets go for 12 more just in case.

Sapnap: George, that's a coma.

George: Sounds festive.

-

Ponk, looking over Hannah's wing, ripped and shoddily sewn up years ago: How would you rate your pain?

Hannah, traumatized and emotionally scarred at the loss of something that had been taken for granted her entire life: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

-

Sam: Stop buying plastic skeletons for Halloween! It's terrible for the environment!

Kristin: Yeah! Locally sourced, all natural skeletons are much more environmentally friendly!

-

Phil: WHAT'S YOUR TYPE

Techno, bleeding out and mildly delirious, attempting to joke: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially.

Phil, desperately: YOUR BLOOD TYPE.

Techno: Ohhh. B positive.

Phil: DON'T TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE

Techno:

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Sam: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail.

Boomer: No, it's my fault, I shouldn't have used my one phone call to prank call the police.

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Ant: You kill people for money?!

Punz: I can explain!

Ant: And all this time I've been doing it for free like a chump!

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Wilbur, who just came home: So what's for dinner?

Fundy, staring at the sourdough bread he somehow, SOMEHOW, burnt: Regret.

-

Niki, going over Tommy's resume: Okay, so right here, it states that you're creative.

Tommy: Yes.

Niki: Okay... may I know what you create?

Tommy: Problems.

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[Part 1] [Part 2]

[ladykikyo1792]

Darling Pan Halloween Fic, Part 1

A/N: no editing. We die like men. This is a completely self-indulgent AU (Rated M) and isn't related to "Dark Paradise," other than characters and ships. Enjoy and let me know what you think! ~

Prologue

            Older people always told Wendy there was a time when anyone could leave town.  It was as easy as getting in a car and driving past the sign that read “Storybrooke.”  You could walk, too, if you wanted- though it would take far longer than to drive in the wilderness.  But either way, there were no guards.  No walls.  No checkpoints. 

            There certainly hadn’t been a promise from the government to be killed on sight for leaving.

            Wendy herself only had flashes of memory of that time.  She remembered a trip to the mountains.  She thought her parents might have taken her and her brothers skiing.

            But that had been before the Infestation.

            Before the National Guard had surrounded Storybrooke, and all the forest around it, for a hundred miles in any direction.

            Before the President had told the citizens they could never leave again.

            Well, technically, he had told them they were under a “curfew.”   Still, Wendy likened it to house arrest (or, perhaps, town arrest).  Some people- delusional though they were –thought it would end someday.

            Wendy doubted it.  After all, vampires were immortal.  It would be far more likely for Storybrooke’s citizens to die out before the vampires did.  Once the citizens were all killed off, the vampires would have no food source.  They’d turn on each other or starve to death- maybe both. 

            Then, and only then, would the curfew be lifted.

            It was too bad she wouldn’t be alive to see it.

Chapter 1

            Wendy was never supposed to open the window.  Among the rules imposed on the town after the Infestation, Mayor Mills had insisted on a strict curfew. While the town’s denizens could roam as they pleased during daylight, after sunset, they were completely confined to their homes.  Doors were locked, curtains were drawn, and windows were shut tight.  For just as a vampire could not walk in sunlight, a vampire could not enter a home uninvited. 

            This, Mayor Mills promised (both in her initial speech announcing the curfew and on the curfew reminder Sidney Glass played on the news each night), was the only way to keep them safe.

            Of course, it was likely far easier for the mayor to say these things when she didn’t live in a two-hundred-year old house.  Wendy’s home had been passed down through generations, and while it had plenty of charm and was what New England Living Magazine had called “quaint”- an issue forever treasured by her mother –it sorely lacked central heat and air conditioning.   While this hadn’t been a problem before the Infestation- when the siblings had merely opened their windows to allow for a zephyr on hot summer nights -this meant that with the Infestation, Wendy, John, and Michael either roasted or froze, depending on the season. 

            Their parents had been incredibly cautious about the Mayor’s rules, with their father barring the windows and doors himself each night to ensure their security.  He also kept watch in an armchair in their living room, makeshift stake in one hand and a shotgun in the other.  He spent hours gazing at the front door, waiting for some demon of the night to smash it to pieces.  His gun was forever cocked, and as Wendy observed his vigil over the years, she thought a vampire would indeed be very sorry to encounter George Darling.

            However, in the end, it wasn’t a vampire that killed him.  Instead, the stress of staying awake all those nights drove him to a heart attack when Wendy was twelve years old.  Mary Darling, in the wake of his demise, became a ghost of her former self.  Grief-stricken, she stopped speaking six months later, and when it became obvious she was entirely unable to tend to her children, it was Wendy who had to step up.  While Mary spent her days and nights sat in the same armchair George once occupied during his nocturnal watches- staring at the wedding photo she clutched to her chest as if George himself might walk out of it and into her arms –Wendy assumed the role of Mother.  She cooked and cleaned for her brothers, making sure they were fed, helping them with their homework, and listening to the outlandish stories that followed them from school (for children has to distract themselves somehow). 

            “Michael,” Wendy rolled her eyes, “don’t be ridiculous.  Hansel’s out of line.”

            “But Wendy!” Michael whined, “He said he saw one!”

            “A werewolf?”  Wendy clucked her tongue, putting potatoes on his plate, “Hansel saw a giant, gray wolf prowling about his backyard? When did Hansel say this, exactly?  Before your math test today?  And if he did actually see one- which I doubt -why is he telling you, Michael Darling, and not the Mayor?  Or the police?”

            “Maybe he thought I could help,” Michael insisted.  He sounded somewhat offended that Wendy didn’t think him more fearsome, but Wendy was merely practical. Of her two brothers, Michael had yet to hit his growth spurt, even though he was fourteen.  It was something he was deeply insecure about- and something his classmates tended to take advantage of. 

            “Wendy,” John mused, spooning his own potatoes onto his plate, “Hansel could have seen something.  There’s definitely been stranger things in this town.”  John, at seventeen, towered over his older sister. Wendy stood a mere five four to his five nine, and just as she had to fill the role of Mother with Mary Darling lost to madness, John did his best to fill the role of Father.  Still, while he physically might echo their father, he was still a child.  Wendy, at nineteen, knew that better than anyone. 

            So she stood up to his posturing and raised an eyebrow: “If you’re referring to the Infestation, I highly doubt it.  If we suddenly had werewolves on top of vampires, I don’t think even Mayor Mills would be able to save us.”  The last part of her sentence went unsaid:             They’d just nuke us.

            John frowned, though he didn’t rebuke her.  Many of the citizens had wondered why the President had yet to to destroy Storybrooke.  It would be the quickest, most efficient way to end the Infestation- though it would murder innocent civilians in the process.  There seemed to be a stalemate in the matter in Congress (where Regina had friends in high places), and of course the Church had given its opinion that the death of innocents was never acceptable.  Wendy herself privately wondered if the nuclear option might have been better.  At least that death would be quicker, rather than the slow waiting they all endured as vampires roamed the town, searching for victims. 

            Though of course she’d never voice that opinion to John and Michael.

            Instead, Wendy tried to put on a hint of hope for them over the years.  After dinner, when they’d all showered and readied for bed, she’d told them stories.  Stories of the world outside, stories of the lives they’d lead when the curfew was lifted, the places they’d go.  Tales of college, and travels in the Caribbean.  They’d ski again, and sail ships, and visit jungles so vast and teeming with flowers that one could hardly fathom the myriad scents.  Yet as they all grew older, sometimes, the hope felt more and more like fantasy.   At that point- about a year ago now -John and Michael asked her for stories about the vampires.

            So Wendy told them.  Some of the stories she’d borrowed from the town’s library, enlisting the librarian’s help in finding new legends (Isabella, for all her kindness, apparently had a fondness for horror).  Others she simply made up on her own, adding details here and there.  She had no idea where they came from, but John and Michael were always an enthusiastic audience until they fell into an exhausted, fitful sleep.

 That fateful night, after Michael had been sufficiently distracted from werewolves and instead told stories of vampires prowling about, a heat wave seemed determined to keep the siblings awake.  The news had advised the townspeople to use their air conditioning for the next week (the National Guard, in addition to keeping the town citizens trapped, also ensured their electricity, water, and food did not dwindle- a poor trade, Wendy suspected, for keeping them imprisoned with vampires), but of course that hadn’t been an option for the Darlings.   And while the Guard kept existing work functioning, they had never permitted new construction or contractors into Storybrooke.  Even if they wanted air conditioning, it would never be allowed.

Wendy and her brothers had fans, but they merely served to push hot air over their beds.  She’d eventually grown frustrated, turning hers off.  John and Michael had left theirs running, the air in their room humid and sticky.  Sweat beaded down Wendy’s skin, forcing her nightgown to cling to her body.  A light cotton, it was the thinnest clothing she owned- something that ought to keep her cool.  But even it was struggling in such extraordinary circumstances.

She did her best to imagine that she was in the Arctic- another place her brothers had once fantasized about going to; Michael had always wanted to see a polar bear –but for once, even her powers of pretend were meager.  Thinking of snow only served to emphasize how boiling the room actually was.  

Then, blasphemously, Wendy had an idea:

What if she opened the window?

It was an idea she should have discarded immediately.  Opening the window was not just dangerous, it was forbidden.   Their family- their entire town –hadn’t opened a window a night for nearly fifteen years.  It was how they were safe.  If they couldn’t keep vampires out of the town, at least they could be kept out of their houses.  The window had to stay closed.  It had to. 

Yet instead of reminding herself of this critical tenet, Wendy found herself rising to her feet.  The white sheet was already a tangled pile rumpled at the base of her bed, and she didn’t bother reaching for her robe (lest the heat get any worse).  Instead, she approached the window nearest her bed, bare feet creaking on the old wooden floors.  As if she were following a siren’s call, she stepped closer and closer, until her nose was nearly pressed up against the old glass.

The leaves on the tree outside were moving. 

There was a breeze.

She swallowed the sob that threatened to escape her at that temptation.  How much better would fresh air be than those horrid fans?    Could she even fathom it?  Wendy’s fingers paused at the windowsill as she cast quick glances back at her brothers, each doing his best to curl up in bed.  Michael had cast his blankets to the floor, while John had stripped down to his shirt.  Each had his eyes squeezed tightly shut, stuck in some tortured in-between where perhaps their dreams might be better than the nightmare that was their reality.  But they had to have a restful sleep to get even a chance of that.  John and Michael’s faces were openly perspiring.  Nothing sounded more comforting than a cool summer’s wind, the secret ingredient, she was sure, to a good dream.  But the rules that had been drummed into her were hard to let go of:

            Always lock the doors.

            Bar the windows.

            Never open either until sunrise, and keep them closed all night.

            “That’s the only way to keep safe,” Wendy whispered to herself.  But as her fingers brushed against the brass lock, the wood itself seemed to moan in protest.  It was sweltering, and this heat couldn’t be good for John or Michael- let alone their ailing mother.  Would the briefest of openings really be so bad?  Just a tiny sliver, enough to let in a wisp of fresh air?

            It sounded heavenly.

            Besides, vampires could not enter uninvited.  Cracking a window was hardly an invitation.  And if she kept the lights down…maybe they wouldn’t notice. 

            Rumor said they were typically preoccupied this time of night anyway.

            Heart pounding, hardly daring to breathe, Wendy undid the latch.  She pushed the window slightly, and the squeak it emitted sounded loud as a bomb to her.  But while her pulse thundered in her ears, no vampires came running.  There was only the great oak tree rustling outside her window.  The moon shone against the black sky behind it, stars glittering as if they knew a secret she’d yet to discover. 

            And as the wind swept across her cheek like a lover’s caress, sweet relief flooded her. 

[winterchimez]

Beast in the Beauty - Chapter 4

pairing: profiler Hyunjae x detective f!reader 

genre & warnings: jack the ripper au, angst, violence, thriller, crime, mentions of prostitution, graphic description of death, major characters death, alcohol, some fluff

word count: 2,614

a/n: there’s a scene where the ripper’s letter is revealed where it might be disturbing for some readers, so i’ll put a 🌨️ at the beginning if you wish to skip it. 

series masterlist 

"Should I be happy about this Y/N?”

Eric clearly looked conflicted, because he was the one Selene chose to have the role-play situation with in the streets of Whitechapel. 

“Oh come on, it can't be too bad. Besides, you’re close to Selene and it’s only natural for her to pick you as the lucky one, counting out Haknyeon otherwise his fiancé wouldn’t let him live to see tomorrow that is.”

Your friend was clearly having second thoughts, ironic how a few hours ago he was all enthusiastic about encouraging the single men in the office to take up the offer. You can’t help but to laugh a bit. 

Oh Eric, poor little fella. 

Once Selene arrived at the office around 30 minutes before midnight, Chief Ayden wasted no time in briefing everybody about the deal. Apparently, Hyunjae was also involved in assigning everyone their own designated roles. The focus area was in between George Yard and Foster’s Street, as it was the killer’s active area as proven from the previous two cases. 

Eric and Selene were to be placed near Miller’s Court, it was in the more isolated area of Dorset Street, but perfect to catch on the killer if he were to strike again tonight. 

Both Hyunjae and Haknyeon were then stationed near where Eric and Selene were, in case the killer appears there will be more than enough detectives to jump right in for the arrest. You, on the other hand, was stationed at the entrance to Dorset Street, mainly because both Eric and Haknyeon refused to let you step foot near anywhere that was dark and unsafe, especially in the alleyways. 

You were definitely sulky for a bit, but decided to think straight and to believe that the killer could enter this entrance area at all times, so it was also a good spot for you to catch Jack himself red-handed if needed. A few more detectives were called in for this mission, and they were then scattered throughout the remaining areas for the stakeout mission. 

Once everyone was ready, all of you wasted no time in heading out to each of your designated spots. Right before you were about to part ways with everyone, Hyunjae decides to stop you by patting you on your shoulders, making you turn behind to face the male himself. 

“Here, take this.”

He hands you a rose gold pendant that has the shape of a shell at the end. You were confused. “What is this for?” You asked.

“Just in case anything happens, you can use this to give us a signal. Blow into the shell and I’ll be coming right to you before you know it. Also consider this as my gift to you.” He winks.

You somehow felt rest-assured with this simple gesture, not gonna lie you sure were a bit nervous and afraid of being part of this stakeout mission, especially when you have a high likelihood of meeting the killer in person. It is good to know that someone has your back nearby.

“Thank you Hyunjae, I appreciate that a lot. Please be safe out there.”

“Likewise Y/N. I’ll see you later.” 

It was already twenty minutes past midnight, and somehow the streets were surprisingly quiet. There weren’t too many prostitutes and clients out for the night, and somehow this silent feeling makes it even more eerie.

Eric and Selene have already been in their position for quite a while now, but the poor man has yet to adjust himself with whatever that he was supposed to do. 

“You’re cute Eric. I didn’t know you were shy when it came down to these things. Don’t worry I won’t bite you too much.” Selene giggled as she placed one of her palms onto his chest, moving it up ever so slightly. 

“Umm.. am I supposed to be happy about that?” The boy clearly had his face fully red-flushed, praying to the heavens that this killer would just appear any time right now so that all of these could be over with. 

Well apparently, it seems that Eric’s wishes had come true way sooner than expected. 

Minutes passed and a sinister loud scream was coming near the west side of Miller’s Court. Haknyeon’s direction. 

Eric and Selene wasted no time running towards the source of the scream. It should only take them two minutes to reach the designated spot, but somehow the situation that they were in made it felt like eternity. They could only hope that whoever that was is alright.

Or so they thought. 

They were too late. Haknyeon was nowhere to be seen, and the third victim was there lying in their own pool of blood. 

Selene let out a loud, sharp, piercing cry. It was too much for her to bear and witness. Eric immediately pulled her into his chest, trying to comfort her and to further avoid presenting the horrible sight right in front of Selene’s eyes anymore. You and the other detectives arrived a few minutes later, and were too flabbergasted with the sight beyond. 

This victim had far more gruesome wounds then the previous two, it was horrendous to say the least. To see that there were still fresh tears dripping down the sides of the victim’s eyes, anyone could tell that she hadn't been dead for long. 

Rage filled you and you balled up your fists, and you sprinted off into the dark alleyways, ignoring Eric’s screams of begging for you to come back. 

You couldn’t let the killer get away anymore. Not when all of you were this close to catching him red-handed. He was right in your fingertips. 

As the victim had just passed, you were certain that the killer still had to be somewhere nearby. Whitechapel was like a maze, and to truly escape from this district requires at least a good ten to fifteen minutes, even if one was familiar with all the routes and shortcuts available. 

You continued to run, not caring if you were out of breath, you had to catch the killer. 

As if the heaven’s heard your cry, you spotted an individual wearing a dark cape with a top hat from afar, looking right at your direction. It was dark and there was a distance between you two, so you couldn’t really make out his facial features. 

But one thing is for sure you were certain that you caught him smiling at you under the moonlight. 

With that, he turned on his heel to the opposite direction and took off.

“Stop!” You screamed and shouted as much as you could while chasing the individual. Boy, he sure was quick, if he wasn’t a murderer he could very well be an athlete competing for a triathlon. 

You know deep down that there is only a ten percent chance of you catching up with him, but you had to try nonetheless. 

Sure enough, the killer had put too much of a distance between you two, and you have lost sight of him after turning into one of the corners. You were frustrated, and you stomped your feet right into the ground. 

If only you were fast enough, Y/N. It was your one and only chance. You can’t help but to blame yourself for it. 

Instead of returning straight back to the crime scene, you decided to just sit down and catch a quick breather for a moment. 

Just then, you heard some shuffling noises coming closer to your direction.

Is the killer back to play cat and mouse with you?

You mentally and physically braced yourself of what’s to come, and you immediately took out your gun and aimed it into the direction where the source of the shuffling noises came from. Just as you were about to pull the trigger, the familiar voice made you lower down your gun.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

It was Hyunjae. 

“I could also ask you the same thing. Weren’t you at your spot?”

“I was. But then Haknyeon was the first to find the body and he took off running. Assuming he saw the killer himself I catch up with him to help, but the both of us got separated halfway, and that’s when I found you here now.”

You felt like your whole energy was sucked out from you, and you immediately slumped yourself down the ground, causing the male to jump right in to catch you in his arms. You covered both of your palms on your face, wishing all of this nightmare to be over with. 

All of you wasted no time in retreating back into the office after the incident. Selene was clearly extremely shaken up, which caused you to pull out your one and only cozy throw from beneath your drawers and draped it over her shoulders while giving her a warm cup of tea. You continued to stay by her side, taking her into your embrace as the men got onto sorting out the investigation reports. 

It was obvious that everyone was bummed by the fact that this stake out mission was a failure. Adding salt to the wound, you literally had an entire police force unit surrounding the designated area and yet you’ve let the killer slip out entirely from literally the palm of your hands. 

You couldn’t blame Chief Ayden’s frustration as he banged his fist right onto the hard concrete table and laid his head down low. He couldn’t keep living on with this nightmare and trauma any longer. 

You knew that all of you had to come up with an even better strategy, one that would actually place the killer in a tight pitch, where he would have no chance of escape. One that will not let the killer outsmart you. One that will put a stop to this sick game he was playing. 

In the midst of everyone’s frustration, one of the detectives from the forensics team suddenly came running into the station, clearly out of breath. 

As he tries his best to catch his breath, the young lad looks into the eyes of every single detective in the room, including you. In his hand holds a single envelope, with a good amount of blood stains surrounding it. Judging by the looks on his face, it was clear that he had read the contents of it and was horrified by what he found. 

Chief Ayden grabs hold of the envelope and places it right in the middle of the table. Your responsible friend, Eric, began to read the letter aloud, word by word. 

🌨️

Dearest boss,

It has been a week since I have resumed my activities and I can’t tell you how this was one of the best decisions that I have ever made. 

The flame that was once gone has now reignited and it has given me a whole new motivation to start killing again. 

Now that I am back from my slumber, let me set my current situation for you as I sit on my dining table to write this letter. 

My knives are now sharper than ever, and they truly give the best incisions I’ve ever seen. 

I gave the two ladies no time to squeal, for my sharp knife is capable of ending a life within seconds. 

Oh, but by the time this letter gets to you there is probably already a third victim. Ha ha. 

I assure you that for my next victim, I shall grant you a better performance. Perhaps I should take a body part and keep it as a souvenir? Or maybe I would be a dear and wrap it up nicely to post it to the police station instead. Maybe you should help me decide. 

I highly suggest that you publish my letter on the news. That way when the public realises how capable I am, the terror and horror in their eyes will most definitely give me the motivation and encouragement I need to find my fourth victim quicker don’t you think? 

Lastly, fyi. If you think I am somehow in relation to having medical knowledge because of how I am able to dissect the victims and such a perfect manner just like in the operation rooms, then you’re far more than ever to put me behind bars. 

Yours truly,

Jack The Ripper.

You gagged at how horrendous the letter was. You were glad that you covered Selene's ears this whole time, otherwise you were gonna have to deal with her screams till dawn, not that you could blame her though. 

The rest were the same. Disgust and horror was plastered all across their faces. 

This monster, Jack The Ripper, was truly the devil himself. 

With the killer’s handwritten letter in the police’s hands, the sudden realisation of fear sinks into every single one of you. The killer was going to strike again. And this time, it may be far quicker than the previous cases.

The police had to act quickly. But how on earth are you going to be able to do that when you have nothing to move forward with?

Yes, you have admitted to everyone that you came in contact with the killer face-to-face. But it was too dark to truly make out his facial features while you were on the run trying your best to catch the killer, and Haknyeon experienced the same thing right before you did. 

You were all beginning to sink into your seats, feeling dejected. That is until the forensics member further continues to present his findings from the case.

“We’re lucky this time. The killer was sloppy enough to leave one strand of hair behind.”

You literally almost jumped up from your chair in excitement, like you’ve won the lottery or something. And seemingly the rest of the team does the same. You wasted no time in examining the hair itself, and all of you sure were surprised with what it was. 

It was… blonde. 

Definitely not a colour you would’ve expected especially when all eye-witnesses including yourself have seen nothing but pure black and darkness when you’ve encountered the devil himself.

The forensics team had no time to waste and went straight into beginning the analysing process of the hair strand itself. The process will take at least a good three days, fastest, provided if everything goes well and smoothly throughout the entire procedure. In the meantime, the police have to definitely begin planning their next strategy. 

“So Chief Ayden, do you plan to publish the letter first thing in the morning?” Eric asked the superior man himself even knowing damn well what his answer might be.

“The last thing I wanna do is to send London off in a much more panic state than it already is. And I have definitely learnt it the hard way 30 years ago.”

Exactly. The original Jack The Ripper letter was indeed published in the papers right on the next morning Scotland Yard had received it. It definitely wasn’t the smartest decision the law enforcement has ever made. 

“The letter stays put and is safe in my office. Other than us, nobody else should be aware of the contents and the existence of this threat. Do you hear me?” Chief Ayden has definitely made it loud and clear, and the rest of you agreed with him without any opposition. 

“In the meantime, send more men on patrols around the streets and areas of interest, increase the security while keeping the public safe, especially the prostitutes. Await for my next instructions and continue to gather more intel as you go.” 

“We will make our next big move once we know the identity of the strand of blonde hair.” 

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i feel so high school (au) pt. 3.B: galex

this was literally supposed to be the most random silly hc and i got waaaay too into it? anyway here’s the rest of one of my f1 rpf high school aus, in which george knows how to ball and alex knows aristotle:

and george is like “that’s all mate? why’d you have to get so upset you left me hanging?” and because i’m a sucker for angst let’s give a really dramatic and painful reason for why alex can’t swim, maybe he never learned and was bullied, maybe he had a scary experience when he was younger with either himself or someone else. he doesn’t tell george whatever it was but george gets the hint that he’s not being given the full story.

and george is pretty privileged, he’s a rich kid, he’s lived in a bubble. he’s not used to someone actively avoiding him. so he gets both confused and frustrated and mad at himself for scaring alex away. he’s probably telling himself he just doesn’t tolerate disrespect, he is ABSOLUTELY denying any chance that he really enjoyed talking to alex in a way he never had with any other friends or that he felt a connection he didn’t really understand or that alex’s smile and his laugh are playing over in his head or that he cares way too much about what alex thinks of him. george is absolutely not going through any of that. anyway he starts sort of awkwardly pursuing alex, trying to just make small talk in the halls and alex is afraid of his own feelings so he’s not offering much in return and THEN

(why am i so invested in this)

the school year’s closing out and for the biology class the final project has to do with data collection and a report on a whale-watching trip. and george’s first thought is shit, is alex going to be okay, because he gets carsick and he’s scared of water so how’s he going to fare on a boat? and the answer is not well. the trip is mandatory for the final so alex can’t afford to sit out as much as he’d like to so here we delve into the realm of forced-proximity and like a caretaking hurt/comfort vibe. george seeks out alex at the beginning of the trip and for once alex doesn’t pull away, just let himself sort of sit a little too close to george on the way there and huddle behind his shoulder even when they’re not talking and grab his hand when the boat hits a sudden swell. george puts his arm around alex when he gets sick over the side of the boat and basically carries him below the deck and brings him water. and then when they finally get to see some dolphins or whales or whatever and everyone’s taking notes/videos/doing the science-y part george convinces alex to just stay below decks and fall asleep and he goes out with the rest of the class and does double the work so he can give his observation notes to alex to do the final.

and finally the trip is over and the boat docks, bonus points if george is the one who wakes alex up and holds him steady when they go onto solid land, and it’s darker along the pier and everybody’s getting into their carpools and alex just sort of says quietly, “i owe you one.” and george is about to say “don’t mention it” but instead what comes out is “you could come to the match this friday and we’ll call it even”.

and alex just smiles gently and says “maybe” and george’s heart sinks thinking that’s got to be a no but that friday comes around and there’s a water polo match (i’m making this one boys against girls cause my high school’s girls water polo team carried the entire school on their shoulders) and the boys get absolutely obliterated and as george is getting out of the water and teased to death he actually sees alex in the crowd!! and he beckons down for alex to come find him and they start talking immediately and george is laughing at himself and alex is like “i think you did really good :)” and george is like “:D really” and this is the start of alex not realizing he’s become george’s WAG and george doesn’t realize it either but it gets increasingly obvious as the school year finishes out and they both get way more devastated than they thought they would at having to spend the summer apart

and it looks like it might be right person, wrong time or the one that got away because things were going so well between them and it all just seemed to drop away come last day of term until george is at like the town center/community pool (yeah i know he would normally be at like a private club but george points out that that one’s way smaller and he needs as much practice space as he can get so he’ll take the down-to-earth overchlorinated approach thank you) and he’s leaning against the wall taking a breather with his eyes closed and a shadow falls across him and he hears a familiar voice,

“can you teach me how to swim?”

(this did turn into aristotle and dante but fucking hell this is what happens anyway)

happily summer after <3

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Veryyy intrigued about the Regency AU, can't imagine the stress Alex is in with four sisters and a brother. Is any of his sisters married?? Does he have money for the dowry?? Will George marry him???

Oh nonny, how well you predict his predicament! Four unmarried younger sisters! A nightmare! So many settlements to provide! So many unsuitable suitors! And Alex left to fend for himself without even a scrap of self-knowledge to get him through.

It would indeed be very convenient if George could marry him, but I've gone for the gender/sexual mores of the period so I can really amp up the yearning. (but intriguingly, the Napoleonic Code had little to say about homosexuality. And even more intriguingly, Monaco was, at points, part of Napoleon's Empire...)

Tiny extra snippet along those lines below

The Craven Stakes brings Alex’s favourite set of miscreants to Newmarket. It’s a race meet for racing folks - the general punters will make it for 2,000 Guineas, but the Stakes are for dedicated sportsmen and gamblers alike. 

He’s settled the horses in the course’s stables with Daniel in charge and left to walk the turf. It springs underfoot - the morning dew is thick, but provided there’s no rain overnight, the damp should burn off before racing starts. It’s only at the dip of the first turn that the grass looks worryingly swampy. He’ll have to let Scott know to take an outside line if he can. 

“You know, I think you’ve finally got a horse worth painting there, Alexander!” Alex turns, smiling, straight into the arms of Lando Norris for a bracing hug. “How have I not been contacted for a commission, hmm?”

“You’ve already had two winners this season, do you really need to pick my pocket as well?”

Lando scoffs. “Oh, Flo manages the horses. I’ve rededicated myself to art.”

Alex tries very hard not to let his scepticism show on his face. It’s hardly the first time he’s heard the sentiment. A dedicated artist might, if he had to guess, take on a dozen commissions in a season and attend precisely zero balls. Lando Norris would do the opposite. 

“Come on, I’ll do it cheaply if you promise not to hang it alongside that dreadful Stubbs I heard Russell had bought you. Where is your shadow, anyway?”

“It’s a lovely Stubbs,” Alex says hotly.

“I heard an early piece, before he figured out,” Lando gestures vaguely with both hands, “the middle part. You know, the horses all look half-starved and like they’ve left their hind quarters behind. But that’s Russell for you. Trust him to tour half of Europe, see all the Old Masters, and come back with something by an Englishman. Is he about?”

“He’s coming up with Mama and the girls. 

“I’m surprised he didn’t stay in Europe a little longer, after all that gadding about. I’d have thought he’d find the Napoleonic Code a little kinder than our Bloody one.” At Alex’s blank look, he sighs. “Don’t be thick, Albon. I can’t remember if we’re calling it the Greek sin or the French one - I know they call it the English vice, which is bloody rich - but men like George. Men like Charles.” 

Alex can feel cold sweat springing up at the line of his collar, but Lando is still talking. “France is more inclined to let them live as they will, privately enough. I suppose there’s no guarantee of that continuing now they’ve shipped the little emperor off to some distant atoll, but still. I’d’ve been in no mood to rush my return, were I of that persuasion.”

“Keep your voice down,” Alex hisses. Lando gives him a curious look. 

“I’m not being offensive, Alex. I’m sure he can’t help it. Besides, it must be dashed pleasant to leave a gentleman in the company of your younger sisters and not have to fear an engagement may result. How the devil are your sisters, in fact?”

“Perfectly indifferent to your attention, as always. But I mean it, Lando, I won’t have you putting George at risk-”

“Oh pish, I’m not about to dob him in. I’m much more concerned by his crimes against artistic merit anyhow.”

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Intrudusing: Tntduo-based DSMP Glee AU

(Cuz why do one interest when you can have two in one)

The premise of this is that it’s a highschool AU but with singing and absolutely bonkers logic. You can have an aggressive sing-off in a parking lot, the glee club no one likes and has no budget can get any decorations they want and the only way to resolve personal conflict is singing it in front of a room full of people

Quackity and Wilbur are the leaders of two rival clubs. They meet without that knowledge and immediately take a liking to each other but when it turns out they’re competitors they immediately start the enemies arc, both feeling like they have been betrayed.

The only charecters then get direct correlations are the teachers with:

Technoblade as the coach of the football team and the only adult you can trust in this goddamn school

Phil as the coach of the Glee club/ geography teacher, as adult you think you can trust but no, he’ll give you some real dumb advice

Dream as the celebrity coach of the cheer team, ruthless and uncaring for the lives of others

Glee can’t really function without the adults of the show but they’re not what I really care about. So, the kids:

The New Directions glee club containing:

Wilbur Soot, default to leader of the club and most avid member. School’s resident weird guy who smokes upder the bleachers and got a freshman knocked up (that’s only a rumor tho). He’s a full-on mess, currently obsessed with the leader of the club they compete with, the Dalton academy Warblers

Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo, all honorary members that mostly just hang out in the club after school. They’re from the neighbor middle school and they do make a pretty rad quartet so that let them practice and even preform sometimes.

Jack, Eret and Nikki, actual members of the glee club. Talented, cool, that’s our supporting cast

Fundy, youngest member of glee club, I lied about no one having a direct correlation, he’s the Tina (poor girl doesn’t get a solo that isn’t interrupted for an entire season)

George and Sapnap, the evil cheerleaders in cahoots with Dream that infiltrate the glee club so they disband. They don’t really get the redemption arcs the cheerleaders in the show do cuz I don’t care enough about them

And then we have

Quackity, a Dalton Academy Warbler, which is the glee club of a lovely posh-ass private school where the glee club is actually cool.

Karl is also there.

Eventually Q transfers and has to fight with Will for leading parts or something. Also Q’s a cheerleader because duh.

A little piece I also did for the “W is a cheerleader thing, here’s them doing “Grease” and here’s them singing idk if that even counts

Additional (bad) art and notes:

Q as a Warbler and a Ceerio respectively

Them doing “What is this feeling” from Wicked (pre-transfer I guess)

Tommy’s arrival (Wilbur has already counted on them to fill the whole 12 numbers thing)

Qi’s audition maybe?? And just… Cheerios, man

No idea what they’re supposed to be singing

Wilbur’s “Born this way” moment

Speaking of which after Q inevitably dates Karlnap and kinda cheats on them with Wil (it’s glee, every principal charecter has cheated on their partner). Will does a number similar to Jessie’s Girl (a truly heinous glee moment) bit to “Scotty Doesn’t Know”