#anyways i apologise this went on for so long oh my god

[heartpascal]

every so often i reread all of your if the door wasn't shut series, just because it's my literal favorite thing i've ever read <3

i always love thinking about the what ifs because the whole series is so so good as you wrote it and you just put so many things into it that open up so many other thoughts and it just hits every single good spot in my brain

and i always think back to those posts you made about what if it was the reader instead joel in part two, because that was such an awesome and devastating thought. but today i was thinking about it and i was thinking what if it was still joel, and what would the reader look like after that, you know? like how would she deal with that for herself, and also how would she feel about tommy and ellie leaving? OR would she have gone too? i don't think she would have, but that's just me. i'm just very stuck on thinking about what the reader's relationships with ellie and tommy would look like during and after part two

okay i feel like i said a lot of nothing😭 but i just wanted to share my half baked thoughts about how much i love that series and all your writing

anon !!!! this is so so kind oh my god hello ??? thank you!!! that series is very near and dear to me, and honestly i’m super glad i paused where i did. and left it so open because it leads to things like this!!! this series is as much your guys’ as it is mine this way !!! also please please always share your half baked thoughts or ANY thoughts i love love love to hear them :’)

but i would LOVE to talk about this. so MAJOR spoilers for tlou part two below the cut!

OKAY so if it WAS still joel, i agree, i don’t think the reader would have gone either!

her relationship with joel was never going to be the same, no matter what he said or did, that’s fact! we know this! but after joel dies, i honestly think r would feel guilty. i mean, this guy practically raised her for years. she loves him. and she can’t help but hate herself for the resentment she always felt towards him through those years. she was valid in feeling that way, obviously, but she feels guilty over it nonetheless.

i sometimes think about what if it had been her instead of or alongside ellie who found joel in that basement. i think she wouldve wanted revenge on those people, but i don’t think she would’ve been able to go and get it. maybe if she was there, the likelihood would absolutely have been higher for her just up and leaving like ellie and tommy did, but i don’t think she could bring herself to do that to maria or jesse - and that’s because of joel. she doesn’t ever want to do to them what he did to her, and so she would probably be able to stay.

would she have hated herself for it? maybe. would she have thought about the people who killed him for the rest of her life? absolutely. would she have felt guilty forever for letting them get away? without a doubt.

i think ellie leaving, reader would understand. she would feel the same compulsion ellie did, but reader had always had less fight in her compared to ellie.

but tommy? tommy leaving jackson? nope. she’d go mad. she would go insane at him. joel lived the rest of his days regretting leaving her behind at jackson, and tommy knew that. so why would he leave her? and after seeing the damage joel leaving did to her? it would upset her to an extent i can’t even explain. AND it would easily have maria kicking him out, throwing her wedding ring in his face the moment he returned, even with his injuries.

now, there are two scenarios here. jesse goes after ellie, we know this. what would reader do?

first scenario, and what i think is possibly more likely, she would go with him. now hear me out, ok, i know this doesn’t go with what i’ve previously said, but this is jesse. this is her best friend. she’s had to save his ass before, and god knows how guilty she felt about that. so what if something happened to him out there? she would never forgive herself. so, she would talk to maria. she would have a conversation. and when she would come back, she’d be back with jesse, or maybe, not at all. because i don’t think reader would handle abby killing joel and jesse. i don’t think she’d give abby the choice of letting her live or not. it would be abby or the reader, and that would be it. but in all honesty, i love r and i think she could save jesse because i am delusional and that is too much angst even for me 😇

second scenario, she would stay behind. there are zero ways that jesse would leave without telling her. ZERO. but i think there could be a world where the reader just wouldn’t be able to leave jackson, that old fear from back when she was travelling with joel and ellie could come back full force, and hadn’t she already lost enough? i think in this scenario, jesse might just convince her to stay. i think he would enlist maria’s help, too. they’re probably the only ones who could convince the reader of anything. now, if reader didn’t go, we know what happens. jesse wouldn’t come back. i don’t think she’d be able to forgive tommy, ellie or dina for that. even though she knows it wasn’t exactly their fault, there would be resentment there that she just couldn’t shake. after all, jesse left for them, right? because they couldn’t let go of the exact thing that got joel killed. the only thing i think would stop r going full no contact with them would be jj. there would be no world where she would let jesse’s son grow up without being involved. just no way. and you better know she’d be visiting jj every damn weekend to tell him stories of his dad. and in this situation, i think that after ellie would leave dina, dina would go to the reader. they would raise jj together, because she would never turn her back on that kid. never. and dina knew that.

so, all in all, she’d resent them. she’d understand them to a certain extent, but i don’t think she would be able to go after abby like they did.

during part two, she would have a far better relationship with joel than ellie did anyway, and therefore a better understanding of him. don’t get me wrong, it still wouldn’t be great, but it was something. she would be able to see that joel wouldn’t want this for them, for any of them. he felt guilty enough for everything he had done, everything he had put them through, and he certainly wouldn’t want them losing everything to avenge him. he just wouldn’t.

basically - there are a whole lot of ways this situation could go, and i think you guys could think of even more. there’s no set ending for this series, which is one of my favourite things about it. we can all think of our own endings for it, and i love that :’)

also, i think the fact it could go just about any way just emphasis that she is human!!! humans are not always predictable, and they do not always deal with things the same way. and given that a very present theme throughout the games is being human and what that means and how it shows and how you stay human even in incredible situations is just :’) pretty cool idk

but hey if you ever want me to try and write a certain scenario, i could give it a go! no promises though!!!

#heartpascal says #anon this set me off on an absolute tangent oml #i haven’t been able to answer an ask like this in ages #the inspiration i felt #the thoughts i was having #SHEESH #THANK YOU!! #but also i really love getting asks like this :’) #and i really love just. brainstorming and thinking of different scenarios and ways things could go #anyways i apologise this went on for so long oh my god #itdws ask! #i really enjoyed this anyway #anon i love u so so much U ARE SO KIND AND SWEET #i am honestly very proud of this series #i’m so glad we can talk about it still :’) #tlou pt 2 #tlou pt 2 spoilers #tlou spoilers #tlou 2 spoilers #tlou two spoilers #tlou part 2 spoilers

[bestpigeon]

We can have a yandere Alastor with an angel reader... After Charlie went to heaven, the angel reader was moved by his proposal to save the demons... So to help Charlie the reader went to the hazbin hotel... What no one counted on is that Alastor fell in love with the angel reader... Now what would happen?

STOP. That's a great idea, oh my god. Thank you so much for this recommendation!

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YANDERE ALASTOR X MALE READER

Yandere alastor x male reader

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The meeting has just finished. I've been ordered to save the demons. Nothing more. Why would anyone wish to save these foul beasts? At least I'm getting paid. Me and Charlie were still in heaven. I turn to her.

"Charlie, follow me, yes?" I say in a professional tone.

"Yeah! I'm ready. What's your name again?" She says with a huge smile. I had no clue demons could be this.. joyful, happy, nice? But I didn't question it.

"Y/N. Now let's go," I say as I turn my head and open a portal up in front of us. I'm a very well-known and trusted angel in heaven. How would I survive on hell? Charlie's eyes glow in awe once I open the portal. I indicated for her to walk in and walk in behind her.

We show up outside the 'Hazbin hotel'. Adam told me a lot about this place. He said that it's a 'worthless ugly shithole that you should definitely sabotage.' Which I doubt I'd actually listen to his advice.

"So! This is the hotel. I hope you feel welcome!" Charlie says as she grabs my hand, opens the door, and leads me in.

She pulls me in, and I automatically feel eyes on me. I rub the back of my head awkwardly. "Charlie- may I specify im only here to help one of you demons. Nothing more." I say as I turn to make eye contact with Charlie. She smiled and laughed awkwardly.

"Still! Couldn't harm introducing you to others. We wouldn't want you to feel unwelcome!" She smiles brightly and looks at me. I raise an eyebrow before she pulls me along to a bar. Jesus, this girl is..pushy. Nice, though, thankfully.

"This is Husker! He's our bartendant. " I smile warmly at Husk and lead my hand out for him to shake. "Pleasure to meet you." I say with a nod. He nods as well and takes my hand without a word.

Charlie taps me on the shoulder and points me over to a corner. "That's Angel dust, the one you're-" I quickly recognise him.

"He's the one I'm here for, right?" I say quite rudly interesting, Charlie. I didn't notice, and I just glared at Angel. "Yeah..! Um. He's a bit-" she gets once again interrupted by someone else this time.

"Oh honey! Who's this cutie?~" Angel dust says as he approaches me. He leans on the desk and smirks at me.

"Angel.. this is Y/N! He's an angel here to help you get into heaven!" She says with a smile. Angel raises an eyebrow and smirks once again. "Wow, didn't know they have good lookin' people in heaven." He says, eyeing me up and down. I smile awkwardly.

"I apologise but I'm not interested. I'm only here for work." I say as I bow my head down slightly to apologise. Charlie grabs my hand and leads me to a weird red demon in a corner.

"Anyways! This is Alastor! He's a huge help to the company." She says as she leads me to him. She whispers quietly I my ear. "Don't make any deals or trust him. Okay!- Alastor this Y/N! Here to help angel dust." She says. I don't even get time to reply to Charlie. I take in what she says.

Alastor grabs my hand and shakes it with quite aggression. I smile awkwardly. "It's a pleasure to meet you! Quite a pleasure!" He says, his voice was something you'd hear from a radio, a static affect.

"It's nice to meet you too." I say. This guy is weird. His bright red eyes seemed to squint at me. I didn't know whether that's because I'm an angel or something else. I didn't bother to ask.

"How long you hear for dear?" He questions as he moves a hand to my shoulder. I look at him and raise an eyebrow. He sure is a touchy guy.

"Until I successfully send angel dust to heaven. I'm not sure how long." I say as I just glare at Alastor. He's different. His aura seemed different, I sense something different in him. I don't know why.

"Ah well! Consider this a..warm welcome" He says as he leans down slightly. We keep eye contact without saying anything for a while. I feel my face growing a faint red tint. Not enough for Alastor to notice, I hope.

"I.. appreciate it, Alastor," I say awkwardly. Charlie grabs me again and turns me around.

"So, how do you intend to help Angel dust?" She says with her usual huge smile. It still confuses me how.. pure Charlie seems. However, I know looks are deciding.

"Well, simply prevent him from committing any sins for a while. Then, sooner or later, he'll be accepted into heaven." I say with a smile. I could feel someone eyeing me. I knew who it was. The weird red demon stood a few feet behind us, clearly listening to our conversation. I didn't say anything to know. I'd definitely keep my eye on him.

"Cool! I'll let you get settled in!" She says as she walks away. I sigh, finally having alone time. Being around this mnay demons makes me nervous. I flap my wings around before hiding them. I wipe down my white suit and fix my hair.

I feel a hand on my shoulder. I whip my head to be greeted with Alastor. I turn fully to him and glare up at him. He's taller than me by a little. "So, my dear, shouldn't we get to know each other? It'll be rude not to!" He says in a joyful tone. That's a bit peculiar, but I couldn't say no.

"Sure, ask away," I say. He grabs my wrist. What is it with being dragged? Is that what demons do? He leads me to his office. He said it's because we can then speak privately. I didn't really trust it.

"So..what do ya want to know?" I question as I take a seat. I glare at Alastor. He chuckles, his signature grin never left. It's a bit intimidating to be facing such a.. smile like his.

"How are you feeling in hell, hm?" He says as he crosses his legs. He sips his tea out of his mug that read, 'Oh dear'. I questioned quietly why he had a mug like that, and then I realised he's a dear.

"Good. It's alright, not as bad as I.. thought it'll be." I say as I also cross my legs. He raises an eyebrow and chuckles.

"You dating anyone?" He completely changed subjects, but I didn't question it. It's a bit of a weird question to ask.

"Um, no. Not currently." I say quietly. He nods. I noticed his smile got bigger. Biggest I've ever seen it, actually. He stood up and approached me. He stood in front of me, and I didn't look up. He grabbed my chin and made me make eye contact with him. My face went a little red. "Good. Keep it that way." He says before removing all types of contact and sitting back down in his chair.

"I- okay?" I say confused. What a weird way to approach that. I didn't question it. I mean, I didn't mind it. In reality, I shouldn't react that way towards a demon.

-3 days later-

Angel and I have finished doing some angelic tasks. Some that I hope to help his journey to heaven. He said he had work to do and walked into a studio. I walked away and bumped into a demon accidentally.

"Oh- my apologies ma'am," I say before checking if she's alright. She whistled at me before grabbing my hand.

"And why haven't I seen a handsome fellow like you around these areas, hm?~" she says as she gets incredibly close to me. I chuckle awkwardly and push her away slightly.

She rolls her eyes and walks away. She walks in front of me and pushes me out of the way in the process. I sighed and rolled my eyes. She soon dissappears down some alley way. I heard a huge gasp before a muffled scream. I quickly went to check to she if she was alright.

I walk around the corner, and my eyes widen in shock. I gasp loudly. I see the lady decapitated on the floor with blood surrounding her. I put a hand on my mouth before walking a bit deeper into an alleyway. I suddenly get pinned to a wall. My eyes widened when I realised who it was.

"Alastor?- what-" I say before getting interrupted by a finger getting put on my mouth to shush me.

"Hush, Y/N. She shouldn't have.. approached you like that. She got what she deserved." He says. I look at him and, for some reason, feel my face grow a little rd. Why was I attracted to this? I shouldn't be.

"I won't harm you. No one deserves to touch a.. divine darling like you.." He whispers in my ear. He moves his finger to actually touch my lips and makes me taste the blood on his fingers. I taste it all while making eye contact with him.

"How is it, sweetheart?" He whispers seductively in my ears. I feel my heart jump outside of my chest.

"Good.." I say in almost a whisper. He chuckles handsomely and licks blood off one of his other fingers. I feel my face go a little redder than before. If that's possible.

"Look what you made me do..not much of an angel know, huh?" He chuckles seductively. He's right. I've tasted blood. That's..not what angels should do. I didn't care if that meant I'm with Alastor.

I grab the back of his hair and pull his mouth an inch from mine. "Guess I'm.. not so angelic as I thought." I say quietly before pulling him into a kiss. The kiss was passionately almost instantly. We made out passionately, and none of us wanted to surrender. Huh. Guess I'm not going to heaven.

Neither of us wanted to stop this moment. Somehow, his tongue slithered into my mouth too. He pulls away, not before biting my bottom lip, making my lip bleed. We gasp for breath before he leans into my ear and talks. "You make me insane dear. I've never killed anyone like this before.. you make me..crave you."

I feel myself getting more mesmerised the more I look into his eyes. "It's an honour, Al. You..make me want to fuck heaven over and come to this shit hole. For you, sweetheart." He chuckles, and I can see his smile widen. It seemed genuine.

"Maybe you should. Would hurt to.. have some company dear."

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I LOVE alastor so much omg. Thank you for recommending this omg.

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[barcalover86]

Hey!! Could you do something about reader and gavi watching the barça matches at home? I think it would be so funny to watch a match with him, he’d yell at the screen all the time like if they could listen to him hahaha and specially now that barça is not on their greatest days i feel he’d get so pissed, poor boy

Game night

"When will the game start?" you asked while being in a big hurry.

You were waiting for the popcorn to be done while you were also making some orange juice, knowing that Pablo loves it.

"5-6 minutes." he replied.

Your hands were starting to hurt. Making your own juice wasn't easy and it took about 8 oranges so that it could be enough for you.

Or that is what you thought.

After all your hard work, it wasn't enough, and you had no oranges left now.

Gavi still had to take care of his diet, not being allowed to eat or drink sugar.

You sighed sadly, pouring the liquid into a bigger glass.

After some shouts that came from your boyfriend's mouth telling you that the game began, the popcorn was finally ready.

Thank God it was enough for both of you.

When you were done, you took the food, the water, and the juice, and immediately came to the living room, already seeing Gavi up with his hands on his head.

"What happened??" you asked confused while putting everything on the table.

"Not even 2 minutes since the game started, and they already scored a goal!"

You looked at the TV just to be shocked by how fast the other team scored.

"That's tought."

Gavi groaned in annoyance, sad that he couldn't be on the field to help his team when they needed him the most.

When he looked at the table, he had a sweet pout on his face.

"That's why it took you so long?" his tone was soft, being sad that he is unavailable for some months and that you have to take care of him.

"I'm sorry, I tried to hurry up-"

"No, I should be the one to apologise here, love. You are my girl and I should take care of you.." he interrupted you.

"You take care of me, Pablo. But right now, it's my turn, so shut up, and let's watch this game, okay?"

He smiled at you and kissed your lips shortly, but sweet.

The game was really stressful and Gavi just couldn't stay in place.

He would walk around the room, making all kinds of faces when Barca was missing or losing the ball.

When half the game ended, he tiredly hugged you, telling you how hard it is to watch his favourite football team lose.

"I just want to be on the field, y/n."

"I know, but you have to recover so that you can go there and help them win. Until there, your support is enough, love."

"Enough? They can't even pass the ball cause they lose it!"

You laughed at how his eyebrows were moving, making his face funnier.

You kissed his forehead, hugging him tighter.

The game continued and Barca wasn't getting better than the other half.

Gavi was like a couch at home, yelling at everyone for their mistakes. You were also disappointed that the team wasn't doing much and you couldn't figure it out why they are so bad .

Of course, Pablo had a big impact on the team, but De Jong and Pedri were back.

After what seemed like hours, at 89', Cancelo finally scored a goal, making it 1-1.

Still disappointing, especially since they weren't playing with a big team, but 1 point rather than 0 was a bit better.

You looked at your boyfriend who was stressing out.

"Maybe they can win. It'll be just luck at how bad they played today, anyway."

But they didn't.

Right after the players went to the locker room, Gavi took his phone and started to text everyone on the team.

You were laughing, looking at how serious he was.

He groaned before kissing you, and drinking the water that was on the table, leaving the orange juice just for you.

Oh and how angry he was when the players were taking interviews after.

"Only excuses" he rolled his eyes, making you chuckle.

Oh, how you love this boy.

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[transbunnyboi]

Okokokokok I have to detail this because its still fresh in my brain and I don't wanna forget it so !!!! ALSO This is gonna be a long post sooo!!! So what happened was, we were talking about automatic pianos and he said had one and that he could show it to me because he had it in his apartment. So we go and THIS DUDE ACTUALLY HAS ONE I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A PLOY TO GET ME TO HIS PLACE BUT NO. So he shows it to me and we talk about that and other stuff for a while and he asks if I wanna stay over for a bit and watch something with him so I agree and we get on the couch and I'm a feral idiot and I asked "Oh so is this when you pretend to yawn so you can pull me in for a kiss?" and we. Ended up making out on his couch without even turning the TV on >//////<

He just tastes soooo so so so good aaaaa I'm blushing just thinking about him!!!! You guys already know how I am and how feral I've been recently so I actually was very uhmmmmm rough with him kinda slightly a little bit (I pushed him down and got on top of him while kissing him and he bit my lip and it bled anddhfgsgdfjhgf >/////< !!!!!) and he kept calling me a pretty boy and oughhhhhhh (btw he really likes the colour brown, everything in there was like being at a really old dude's place. OKAY. I will say this in the middle of describing sex. His place is kinda exactly how someone would expect a professor's house to be. Like. It's like looking up dark acidemia on Pinterest and selecting the first image to be your entire house 😭 he also has old Halloween decorations still up 😭 this dude) ANYWAYS So I, a WHORE, started begging him to fuck me and I ended up with my pants and underwear at my ankles and him on his knees without his shirt and he… wasn't very good at oral but that's alright because his tongue felt really really good inside of me and he kept saying I tasted good sdfhgjsdgjfhd, and when his jaw got tired he leaned his head against my thigh and started stretching my boycunt with his fingers and then after a bit of that he went back to sucking my tdick. And okay. Okay. This is the part I. omfg.

He pulled back again and looked up at me and there was blood all over his lips and I guess it turns out that he ?? accidentally cut me or scraped against me too hard or something with his nails (his fingers are so big) or something but I didn't feel it at all and so I got kinda embarrassed and I started apologising and this bitch goes "It's okay, I like the taste of blood." AND WENT BACK IN AND OH MY GODDD Eventually he stands up and I'm practically frothing at the mouth because I can see how hard he is in his pants and I'm praying that he'll fuck me because my boycunt is literally stretched and my thighs are spread open for him but he ends up sitting next to me and pulling me onto his lap (having me face away), and this bastard moved my hair slightly and started biting me and. I haven't mentioned the fact that I get VERY limp with love bites, my entire body gets really really weak because my neck is extremely sensitive and dhsgdjfhgdhfg

And he starts asking me random fucking questions and I can't even respond because of the fact that I can fucking hear him biting and sucking on my neck and I'm WHIMPERING and squirming so fucking much and he fucking laughs slightly and makes fun of me for not being able to talk and fucckhdfgjdhgsjhdgf After me begging for so fucking fucking long he finally fucking buried his fingers back into my boycunt and hsdfghgfhjdsgfh gOd it felt so good and he kept palming my poor tdick and I swear to god it made up for him not being great at giving head I swear it felt so fucking good. His fingers felt so so so good inside my wet boycunt and he kept asking me questions about stupid shit and I couldn't pay attention at all and it felt so so fucking good !!!!!!!

two of the things that stuck out to me were "Does it feel good, baby? You're soaking my hand so well right now." And (this one made me whine and buck my hips sooo so much oguhh), "You always talk so much. What happened, honey?" AND OUGHHH FUCK. I feel the need to emphasise that he's. Southern. That he has a heavy southern accent, and a low voice. When I say that he fucking growled that petname in my ear I mean it, he fucking growled it and went back to biting my neck oughhh fucccck.

My cunt felt so fucking good and he ended up making out with me again before making me cum. He literally made me feel so fucking good and ough my god.

I asked if he wanted me to reciprocate but he said he didn't need it and we kissed for a really long time afterward and talked. I'm still at his place right now. I feel. Weird??? Idk just pray that he has like. idk a really weird hobby or is an actual murderer or something because I???? Idk aaaaaaaaaaaaa

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[wandamaximoo]

You Don't Have to Pretend 3

Paring: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: Established Kidnapping, Attempted Suicide, Dark!Wanda, Mind Manipulation, Mind Control

Summary: An escape attempt failed, Wandas plan being set into motion

Word Count: 1.5k

Part 1 and Part 2

Y/n's Pov

Wanda was sat beside me with a small smirk as I ate her delicious paprikash. It tasted just like I remembered from years ago.. Before the blip before she went insane.. before when we were friends and I had a crush on her..

"You're such a good girl, aren't you? You'll be my good girl from now on right y/n?" Wanda mumbled into my ear before she started stroking my thigh

I swallowed another bite before I hesitantly opened my mouth. "...why did you do this, Wanda?" I asked, setting the spoon down, Wanda sighed, clearly disappointed by the question, and her hand stilled

"Because I love you y/n, the world doesn't deserve your pure soul.." She smiled at me and picked up the spoon opting to feed me herself "Eat up please, I don't want you to die my love" She told me and I slowly opened my mouth to let her feed me, I felt a little drowsy no doubt Wanda's doing either she's used her powers on me again or the paprikash is drugged.

"What was her name?" I asked quietly after swallowing the food she had fed me, Wanda frowned and took my hand, holding it up enough so I saw the ring she had created

"See this ring, baby? It's the ring I gave you. You are mine. Not hers. Or anyone else's, Mine." Wanda said lowly, all because I asked what her name was. but I knew I was someone's girlfriend… was I? My mind felt fogged up and mushy.

"I'm sorry wanda…" I apologised looking down at my lap

"I know, sweet, it's okay. I forgive you!" She smiled and then got up from the table. "You eat up, okay? I'm gonna go check something, be good baby," She told me, then walked out of the cabin, I pushed the bowl away and got up from the table

Trying to escape would surely be futile, Wanda has no doubt taken me somewhere only she'd be able to find so if I can't escape I'd escape a different way, killing myself. I've had enough anyway, in the past 5 years I've tried to kill myself only once, I was stopped by…. Kathy? No no… her name was something different.. but she saved me and promised if I lived to the next Thursday we'd go out and watch any movie I wanted, and that's how she saved me. We ended up dating and then founded an animal shelter together… I think

I walked into the kitchen and went through the drawers until I found a large knife, I took it and went to the bathroom where I locked the door, and I sat by the bathtub.

I started off by cutting my wrists, then along my arms, and then I shakily pulled the knife away and stabbed it into my abdomen, I muffled my scream with the hoodie I was wearing.

I slumped down against the bath letting the knife stick out for a moment before I wrapped my hand around it and pulled it out drawing another scream from myself, there was a small pool of blood starting to form on the floor and I smiled to myself letting my head lull to the side, then I heard wanda enter the house

"Y/n?" she called out, I didn't Answer, the longer it takes her to find me, the less time she has to attempt to save me. "Y/n!" I heard her hurried footsteps go around the small cabin until she tried the bathroom door "y/n, open the door" her voice was calm but even if I wanted to, which I don't. I couldn't open the door.

"No.." I slurred slightly, my eyes felt heavier

"Fine." Wanda grumbled before the door handle went red, and the door opened to reveal Wanda. When she saw what I had done, she looked horrified "y/n...Oh my god- what did you do?!" She asked fanatically

"What I should have done a long, long time ago," I mumbled, letting my tired and heavy eyes meet hers. She had tears in her eyes

"No." She shook her head and placed her hands on my abdomen, letting them glow red. Within seconds, my wound was nonexistent. "You aren't dying y/n." She shook her head and lifted her hands to my arms. "I won't let you." She breathed out, and just like my stomach, my arms were healed, not even a scar was left

Wanda pulled me into her arms and hugged me tightly. "I've lost too much y/n, promise you won't ever do that again!!" She begged, and I felt her tears wet my shoulder

"I- ….I promise Wanda," I whispered and hugged her back. Then I felt her heads come up to my temples, and before I could pull away, my mind was invaded with magic.

"Come on, let's go watch some sitcoms," I suggested, pulling Wanda up off the floor. I don't know why my wife was crying on the bathroom floor, but I know sitcoms and cuddles always cheer her up.

"Y/n.." Wanda said a little hesitantly as she tugged my hand, preventing me from leaving the bathroom,

"Yes, love?" I looked back at her with a soft smile

"I love you, y/n," she smiled and kissed me, and I giggled a little

"I love you too wands, let's go cuddle and watch your favourite episode of dick van dyke before I start making us dinner" I said after we pulled apart, wanda seemed content with that because she let me take her to our bedroom

I got into bed then held my arms open for her, but she got in and pulled me into her. "I just need to hold you, to be sure this is real.." she murmured into my ear, and I turned my head to face her a little

"Of course, this is real wands. We are married, love." I laughed a little, and she smiled

"...I know…." She whispered then turned on the TV and put on Dick Van Dyke

Wanda's Pov

Everything was finally in place. y/n was safe and sound in my arms while she slept and nobody could bother us, I hated having to use my magic on her like I did but she went as far as attempting to kill herself, I couldn't let her do that and I certainly won't let her die.

I felt her shift, then turn to face me. "Shall we go make dinner?" She asked in an adorable sleep filled voice

"Can we scrap dinner and go straight to dessert?" I murmured into her ear. She grinned and shook her head

"Later" She told me while playfully slapping my arm before she got up, I sighed and she laughed "stay in bed if you want wands, I'll go make dinner for us it's okay" She said softly kissing my forehead but my gut twisted when my mind casted back to her laying on the bathroom floor, pale and almost dead with that kitchen knife I had been so stupid to lave accessible.

"No, I'll get up" I told her as I got up and quickly walked after her, she shrugged and pulled out some carrots and a knife "I'll do that, you cook the pasta?" I said, using my powers to take the knife from her hand

"Okay, you silly goose!" She agreed and I was thankful, I watched her place the pasta into boiling water and I felt calmer then I started chopping up the carrots, the mice was already cooked thankfully so I made the sauce and y/n kept watching the pasta

"Pasta is ready," She told me, taking it off the hob and draining the water and pasta into a strainer

Y/n took put the plates and put the pasta in it while I mixed the mice with the tomato sauce and carrots, when I turned around y/n put a little bit of tomato purèe on my nose

"Pffttt." She put a hand over her mouth as she laughed, and I shook my head and laughed along with her as I added our mice to our spaghetti. Y/n then took the plates and sat them at the table. She waited for me to sit down, and then she slid into my lap happily, "Best seat in the world." She whispered into my ear before she started to eat

As we ate dinner I couldn't help but feel excited, we'd finally start our family tonight, and with the boys I know she'd never leave even if she did get out of the mind control, but all I did was make her see that I love her.

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#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #dark!wanda maximoff x reader #wanda #wanda maximoff x you #wanda x y/n #wanda x you #dark!wanda #dark!fic #dark!wanda x you #dark!wanda x reader

[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

24 hours

Hey so this was a request from @cici0love on wattpad for an Alex x intern!reader so hope you like it!

Pairing Alex Karev x fem!intern!reader                                                                                                                  Word count: 1.3k

!!NOT PROOFREAD!!                                                                                                                                                        Warnings: none

(Alex is an attending in this) -  Also I apologise for any goofy spacing.  I wrote this on my laptop and it does the spaces between the speech all funky :(

Alex POV:

I hate today. Too many stupid kids coming into the ER and extending my shift since Robbins is in a super long surgery. I should just hand the work over to my interns but if I'm gunna be honest the only intern I'd trust to cover the pit is already elbow deep in some guys abdomen. Literally. She was called into trauma 1 like 20 minutes ago and she had to stop this guy's internal bleeding using her hand so now she has to go up to the OR with him briefly so he doesn't bleed out. But, if I'm being completely honest with you if she comes back, I kinda don't wanna leave. I mean yes, I have been here for about 19 hours at this point but who cares? If I get to see the woman I'm falling head over heels for it's worth it.  Wow, I've never felt like this about someone, like I want to get serious with them. What is she doing to me?!

Time skip to when reader is out of the OR

"Dr Karev?" I hear the sweetest voice say from behind me

"Yeah?" I say as I turn round and give her a tired smile

"Oh wow, uhm, I was going to ask to scrub in on your next surgery but oh my. You look like a zombie you need to go home."

"Speak for yourself." I say chuckling at her comment and the irony of it.

"Can't, I'm on a 24 hour." 

"On a Friday? Man that must suck."

"Yeah it kinda does but, at least you're here with me. That makes it a bit better."

I look at her a little stunned at the flirting but bask in it nonetheless. 

"I could say the same for you, I mean I feel like you're the only reason I even tolerate interns anymore."

She blushed at this comment which makes my stupid little heart swell with pride and my stomach to fill with dumb butterflies. Shit, I really like her. I tell her she can scrub in and we head up to OR 2 and start a bowel resection on a 2 week old baby boy. He has had many complications however, this bowel resection may just be the tipping point.  I don't think he can handle much more but, the parents want to try everything so I do. However, I may have failed to mention this to Y/N which I have a feeling may be a mistake but oh well, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

Time skip to half way through the surgery

"You wanna resect the rest of the bowel?" 

"Really?" She looked at me with wide eyes. Oh my god her eyes, they're so beautiful. Anyways...

"Yeah 100% go for it." Se looked at mme and mutters a shy 'Thank you' and begins. 

So far she's done everything perfect, down to the last minute detail but, like I said. I don' think the kid can take it.

Reader POV:

"Doctor, BP dropping." I look up startled, how could his BP drop? Iv'e done everything right. I think I have at least... Shit did I mess his up?

"It's okay don't worry." Alex says to me as I look up at him clearly worried about what I'm doing wrong. 

All of a sudden the baby's heart stops.

"Get me the paddles and charge to 15!" I yell out to the nurses still trying o figure out what went wrong. "Clear!" I say as I shock the baby for the first time.

7 times. I shocked the kid seven times and noting. I call time of death and rush out of the OR. I hear footsteps behind me and know who it is instantly. I try to walk faster so he doesn't have to yell at me and thankfully I'm saved by the parents stopping Alex to ask how it went. Oh no, the parents. I decide Alex has done this long enough to know how to deliver bad news on the behalf of someone else's mistakes so I let him get on with it. It hurts even more that he's the one mad at me because I have a massive crush on him and we work really well together; I'm hoping to do paediatrics as a specialty as well. So great, my entire comfy life and rituals of greeting and teasing him are gone out the window.  I go up to the paeds floor and find ann on-call room, lay down and start crying. I killed a baby.

Alex POV:

"Goddamnit." I mutter under my breath as I realised I lost Y/N.  The parents were obviously upset but very understanding as the knew the risk and it just didn't go their way. So, now I had my favourite intern (and just person in general at this point) somewhere in the hospital, probably crying, probably beating herself up for no reason and probably crushed her confidence. Great job Alex.

I make my way to the nurses station and ask if any of them have seen y/n/n. 

"I saw Dr Y/l/n go into the on-call room, she looked a bit upset is she okay?" The nurse asked worry lacin her voice. Damn, she's so sweet she's even befriended the nurses (who usually hate surgeons).

"Yeah, she'll be okay just gunna go talk to her." I respond and make a beeline for the on-call room. 

As I walk in my heart breaks as I hear quiet sobs coming from one of the bottoms bunks. 

"Look before you say anything I'm really sorry, I don't know what I did wrong and I'll go tell the parents it's my fault that their kid's dead-" She starts rambling and sitting up assuming I'm mad at her which tears my heart apart even more. I cut her off by sitting next to her and wrapping my arms around her and guiding her head into my shoulder. 

"It's not your fault, okay? I really need you to believe that. The parents knew they were taking a risk sending him into that OR. He was a dead man- or baby should I say, before he was even wheeled into the OR. You resected his bowel perfectly but his body just couldn't take  the strain. You did everything right." She wraps her arms around me even tighter after I said that. I lift her head out of the nape of my neck and hook my fingers around her chin. 

"I think you're too tired to be here, and plus you've been on call now for what.." I quickly check my watch. "Boom, 24 hours. You're done and I'm taking you back to mine so I know you're okay." I say to her.

"Aww you going soft  Dr Karev?" she says teasingly.

"Only for you." I reply while looking her straight in the eye, it's now or never.

Reader POV:

He's  leaning in one minute and the next thing I know he's pulled me up onto his lap and put his arms around my waist to bring me closer to him. The kisses are getting sloppy and rushed now and I need him desperately but I'm just so tired. I assume he feels  the same because he pulls away and says, "As much as I want to, if we did I think I'd pass out while we we doing it." I gugge  at his response and agree with him.

"Look, how about I take you back too mine, we sleep, we go to work tomorrow and get off early because we both just did 24 hours , I'll take you out for dinner and then we'll continue where we left off here when we get back.?  How's that sound?" A crimson red layer paints my face as he finishes his sentence. 

"That sounds amazing, you know, maybe we should do 24 hour shifts more if it ends like this everytime." I gesture to me in his lap and he laughs and says we should. I smile contently at him and then wrap my arms around his neck and nuzzle my head into the crook of his neck. He is literally perfect.

#alex karev #alex karev x reader #greys anatomy fanfiction #greys anatomy

[hauntlikeaghost0]

i’m with you | b.h.

billy hargrove x gn!reader

summary: billy is ready to leave hawkins behind and there’s no way he’s going alone.

warnings: swearing. reference to billy being a dick. mostly fluff. technically an au because billy is alive.

a/n: this fic was requested by @muyub-yo . feel like it’s kind of short so could be considered more of a drabble but i really enjoy writing for billy in more of a stream of consciousness kind of way and this is what came out. thankyou for ur request, i hope u like it!!

if billy had a dollar for everytime this shithole town ruined his life in some detrimental way, he’s sure he would be a millionaire. it seemed moving here with his dickhead father was the first step in some great chain reaction of unfortunate events that have ultimately led to him having enough. and, oh my god, has he fucking had enough.

he found so little happiness in hawkins, he wondered why anyone else stuck around. how the town was still inhabited when it clearly sucked the soul out of anyone who entered. all he saw each day were the same miserable people, going about their same miserable tasks like the town wasn’t collapsing from the inside. he’d been here three years and in that time he’d seen more death and literal monsters than he ever had and ever wanted to in his entire life.

for a while he thought he might deserve it; thought the suffering he was subjected to was karma. when had he ever done anything to deserve peace anyway? he was a bad son, a bad brother and a notoriously bad boyfriend. maybe cursed hawkins was where he belonged and he was put here as punishment, to teach him a lesson. that’s why he stuck around, at first, he figured if he put up with it long enough he might come out a changed person, a good person.

though, there was one good thing that came from hawkins, one gift that was granted to him, one indulgence. and that was you. a year ago, you were presented to him on a silver platter, all thanks to a hallway collision and a myriad of mumbled apologies that still make billy grin, to this day.

it was unusual, for billy, to be drawn to someone so timid. typically, he went for the loud girls, the ones who threw themselves at him, using him for his status the same way he was using them. it had become a vicious cycle, one in one out. the longest he was a boyfriend to the same person was probably about two weeks and he wasn’t exactly loyal then either. so why did this asshole all of a sudden think he was deserving of happiness from someone who could obviously do so much better?

he’d watched you since that day you’d ran into him, eyes caught on how your cheeks had flushed and how you’d genuinely smiled when he’d apologised alongside you. he couldn’t remember a time in his life when someone had given him a genuine reaction that wasn’t fear or selfish lust. and, maybe it was selfish of him to expect it, but he chased that reaction anyway. cornering you in hallways and offering to walk you to class to see if he could raise another smile from you; giving you a lift home and relishing in your honest conversation; asking you on a date praying to see you agree with no ulterior motives. he’d fallen for you fast and that was the only thing he could thank hawkins for. the gift of you.

that’s why, as he zips his life away into one last duffel bag and moves to throw it in the boot of his car, he knows there’s one place he’s stopping before he’s burning rubber, speeding himself out this place. he knows the one thing he won’t let hawkins sink it’s teeth into and take away from him. whether he deserves you or not he’s too attached, too selfish to care.

in many ways, you make billy good. when he feels like acting out, when he sees his world start to spin out of proportion, you’re the one to anchor him. your the one to quiet him before he can spew unnecessary hate at someone in the hallway in reaction to a bad morning with his dad. you’re the one that smoothed out his rough edges; that showed him that a relationship extended beyond and exchange for social gain. you showed him what it felt like to be wanted for who he was, for the beating heart that laid beneath all that armour he put up. you hugged him (that alone had a great effect on his demeanour) but you hugged him like you needed him, like he was worth something to you, like you never wanted to lose him. and billy had grown to need that. to need you. so it might be selfish, but as he pulled into your driveway to see you stood, bags packed, waiting for him, he decided, just this once, it would be okay.

“you ready, sweetheart?” he steps out of the car, cigarette balanced between his lips.

you don’t answer, instead picking up one of your bags and moving to put it in the boot, hoping that’s answer enough for him.

he grins widely in response and holds out a hand to stop you. “i got that, baby.” pressing a kiss to your head he takes your luggage off you and begins to pack it all himself. you still scoop up some of the smaller bags to throw in with you at the front and he fights to roll his eyes at your stubbornness.

as you’re about to climb into the passenger seat, he stops you with a hand on your shoulder. his eyes lock with yours, the sparkle in them causing a flutter in your stomach as he looks at you intensely. unintentionally your eyes drop to his pink lips, noticing how the instantly quirk up into a smirk as he reaches to remove the cigarette. stamping it out beneath his boot.

“you definitely up for this?” his hand gently pushes a strand hair behind your ear.

you nod solidly. “i’m with you. wherever you go.”

though he despised it, a part of him will always be eternally grateful to hawkins; the person that stands before him is the best thing he ever could have asked for and he wouldn’t have you without this godforsaken place. he tilts his head to press his lips against yours, hand gripping your face gently as though too much pressure would make you vanish.

but your solid, and your here and he could cry because for the first time in his life he can see that peace he’s always wanted. he can see it in your smiling face as you whoop excitedly from the passenger seat. and he can see it in that beautiful, metal sign that reads:

“you are now leaving hawkins, indiana.”

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove fluff #stranger things imagines #billy hargrove #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #billy hargrove x you

[peraltiagos-paper-rings]

no I keep thinking about how insanely ridiculous it is that isaac was apparently ignoring and avoiding colin for THREE WEEKS like I just refuse to believe it because it just makes some of 3x09 seem unsatisfactory and not make sense idk…do the writers even realise how long that is like TWENTY ONE DAYS of ignoring and avoiding someone you see and have to work and train alongside probably every day or most days during the season (training days & match days)???? that is MADNESS

if it really was three weeks how come nobody noticed anything was going on between colin and isaac until isaac yelled at colin on the pitch?? why didn’t we see any of the team or coaches going up to isaac or colin like “hey what’s going on with you guys you’re acting weird around each other”?? isaac was blatantly ignoring him to his face IN PUBLIC, like he refused to touch his hand TWICE in the locker room while SURROUNDED by their coaches and teammates, and you’re telling me not one of them saw that and thought “huh that’s weird”??? well maybe they did think it but again no one seems to notice in the scenes, like we don’t see any of them looking over at colin and isaac and seeming confused or something, and none of them say anything…I could understand them shrugging it off as “oh well maybe Isaac’s just in a mood today, maybe they just had an argument about something silly” if this behaviour hadn’t apparently been going on for three weeks like surely they must’ve noticed a pattern?? surely they must’ve realised something was seriously wrong once it went on longer than a week???? and side note, isaac not touching colin’s hand just seems stupid and excessive as well if his issue is not with colin being gay but with the fact that he thinks colin didn’t trust him enough to tell him or whatever but anyway

if it was three weeks why didn’t trent notice if his whole job in s3 was him observing the team every day, he’s been watching the team interact and play and train together for months at this point so surely he’d notice if the dynamic of two players who are usually close friends was off?? and why did colin wait THREE WEEKS to tell him, I would’ve told him after like 2 days of being ignored…and if it was three weeks then trent’s answer of “just give him time” really seems inadequate, I’m sorry trent I love you but he gave him THREE WEEKS already, how much more time can he possibly need????

also, if it was three weeks, I just feel like colin should’ve been angrier. he should’ve yelled at isaac. i love isaac ok he’s my best boy and I love their friendship but cmon…I guess colin isn’t a very angry/confrontational/aggressive person and he doesn’t hold grudges and maybe he didn’t yell at isaac when he came to apologise bc he was just happy to have his best friend back and he didn’t wanna fight, but?? THREE WEEKS???? i would’ve been FUMING. and anyway colin yelling at isaac would’ve hit harder especially if it happened in front of everyone, like imagine everyone just staring aghast like oh my god what is going on colin NEVER gets mad at anyone least of all ISAAC???? and personally if it had really been three weeks then isaac’s apology should’ve been a lot longer than just “sorry bruv” and he should’ve had a longer explanation of why he acted like that for THREE WEEKS 😭

so yeah I just…had to get that off my chest because I have been unable to stop thinking about it ever since I heard billy harris say that it was three weeks between 3x08 and 3x09 lmao but I refuse to believe it I just don’t think it makes sense for multiple reasons and it’s too sad for me to contemplate

#ted lasso #colin hughes #billy harris #isaac mcadoo #kola bokinni

[lovesickry]

- the devil is in the details.

┈⋆⭒ daniel ricciardo x fem!reader [1.9k] ┈⋆⭒ part 7 !

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ find all parts here!! .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ contents: toxic behaviour, nothing kinda. .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ a/n: yes I apologise that Theo is slightly two dimensional but hey. this is a Danny story so can you blame me? also toxic behaviour that I do not condone but also.....

(1) new message from “theo”

see you today at the race!

it’s the first thing you see when you wake up and you’re embarassed to admit you’d slightly forgotten about him and his attendance, but you pin it up to the fact you’d been busy and not to anything else. yeah you should definitely check that he doesn’t want anything serious. christ. anyway.

you respond.

yeah, we can catch up after my last meeting, should be 5ish.

also, the paddock pass should be in your emails 😉

the wink is sarcastic (god you hope he knows that).

you hop in and have a quick shower before getting ready for work and grabbing your keys, seeing another message.

(5) new messages “lucy mercedes”

what’s your coffee order?

i’m getting you coffee

no arguing

also my address is ________

ok THANK YOUUUUU

you smile at the string of text messages before writing back

an oat cappucino

please.

you’re amazing

she writes back almost immediately

large?

she knows you well apparently.

please?

you turn your phone off after that hopping in the car, it was only 3kms away but in the centre of melbourne who knows, it takes you 15 minutes and she’s sitting out the front holding two coffees. oh you want to hug her. your coffee machine had broken convinetly a week ago and you hadn’t got around to purcahsing a new one yet. she walks towards the car and you smile at her as she hands you your coffee.

“oh you’re a lifesaver, thank you” gripping the cup and taking a sip. better than anything you could’ve used instant coffee for.

“oh don’t worry you’re driving me to work, least i could do”

“oh hush, it’s literally on the way”

the drive is pretty uneventful, although she does bring up daniel once. in a conversation that went somewhat like this.

“oh what’s the deal with you and the redbull driver, um number 3, daniel ricciardo.”

you fight any kind of pysichal response that people would think there’s a “deal” with you.

“i saw him running after you in the car park yesterday, sorry i don’t mean to be nosy you don’t have to answer i just thought it’d be something to talk about”

you felt oddly obligated to answer. she was nice. it was fine, you’d tell a simple white lie.

“oh we used to be friends, in perth, a long time ago. i think he just recognised me and came over to say hi” that was a very bright, fucking glowing, flashing red lie but she wouldn’t know hopefully.

“oh wait that’s so cool. he seems really nice. that’s so funny that now you guys work together” she was trying to be nice, keep it upbeat. you could see that, but god you wanted to move on, immediately.

“yeah he is, weird how i see him again after all these years. kinda random” you let out a short breathy laugh. and segue into something else.

you arrive at the track and unlike yesterday you know exactly where to go and lucy is a comfort, walking beside her, rather than all alone. you reach the garage and both go to your seperate sections. although taking any opportunities to say a few words here and there, throwing some jokes around. having a friend was definitely better than pretending to like listening to your own thoughts. qualifying started well, but ended with valtteri out in Q3 as he took too much kerb on the turn and ending up spinning and ending up in the middle of the track and debris everywhere. initially that would still mean he would qualify 10th, which you could defiently work with. but no, the car had been sent for you and the crew to look at it and the gearbox was harmed in the crash, more like crushed. we were handed a five grid penalty, not something you enjoy to hear. to have one car be number 1 and the other be 15 it wasn’t looking to great for their team or you specifically. the race was probably the most interesting to watch, but you couldn’t really watch it so much as watch what the car was doing and then tell other people and then record that and make sure it was all correct, but when you could watch you did. daniel was doing well, qualifying above valtteri and managing very well so far, it was his home grand prix it’d be expected he’d push, but watching him nearly wreck his front wing to try and edge past räikönnen was definitely an undesirable feeling of absolute dread. both HAAS were out by lap 24 and it looked like valtteri was okay, that the car was okay. the garage was in anguish watching hamilton and vettel battle for p1 and it was exhilarating, but vettel one and even though hamilton was still p2 there was a slight aggravation towards ferrari around the team. valtteri came back 8th gaining a very commendable 7 positions and daniel came 4th and achieved the fastest lap, you ought to congratulate him (as friends) and then remembered that grace would be here, god you’d been so rude you hadn’t thought of that. there was a debrief after, and then meetings after that. which personally you felt dragged on for far too long. inputting as little as you could for fear of sounding over it, you loved your job, you fought VERY hard for it, but no.

the meeting thankfully ended at around 4:30 and you’d agreed to meet theo at 5ish so you thought that you could quickly go say hi to grace and daniels family. she meant so much to you when your mum died and you hoped she’d know that. you made your way to where you thought they’d be , the family section of redbull, trying to ignore the looks you got as someone wearing mercedes kit in a redbull garage. you spot daniel and walk towards him.

“hey”

he’s pretty shocked, turning towards you.

“hey”

“what are you doing here? miss mercedes in the redbull garage?”

“yes whatever, where’s your mum, i haven’t even said hi to her i feel awful”

his shoulders slightly droop.

“god you’re a horrible person”

you just stare at him.

“yes okay she’s in that room over there” he points over to a double glass door, you turn to go but then look back to him.

“good job also, you drove really well.”

he’s almost shocked.

“don’t tell toto i said that”

“no promises”

you walk towards the glass doors, someone looks at you strangely wearing redbull kit and you explain what you’re doing and she nods you forward. you push the doors open and approach grace. she can visually tell that the race was stressful, her brows still drawn together.

“grace” you say. she turns around and briefly looks puzzled not immediately recognising you. she apribtly stands up and pulls you into a hug. once she pulls away she stands with her arms on your shoulders looking at you.

“dylan, sweetheart, i havent seen you in years”

“i know i’m so sorry, but i mean i guess we’ll be seeing more of eachother again” you gesture to your mercedes kit.

“oh my, of course, wow, always knew you were a smart girl, what are you doing?”

“i’m number 77’s performance engineer, i look at the cars performance and statistics and the boring stuff like that.”

joe perks out from the chair besides grace and stands up.

“bloody impressive is what it is”

you smile and hug him as well. they’d practically raised you, as much as your own mother had. the joint holidays you’d take, at the property for the summer holidays. because of the close friendship between your mother and grace and you and daniel were always something you remembered with warmth.

you catch up with them for a while, talking about what they’ve missed and insisting they’d be seeing more of you, before looking at the time. 4:56 and realising that maybe you should get going. you wave them both goodbye before making your way back to the paddock looking around for theo. by some kind of miracle you spot him and walk over to him.

“you look like a crazy person” you say to him, decked out in merch and signatures covering the once white shirt.

“i feel like a crazy person” he laughs.

“wait- shit- is that” he looks over your shoulder at somebody.

“what?” you look behind you but daniel is right next to you. what the fuck?

“daniel fucking ricciardo” theo says as he pulls daniel in for one those “man hugs”

“theoooooo” he drags out the O’s to an extreme amount and you feel stupid just standing there. what is daniel doing.

“i think you got every single driver, engineer and principles signature there” he looks at the shirt he’s holding.

“hah yeah pretty much”

oh god when will this end. why is dan still here.

you try and give him a look, which he heavily dismisses.

“you got a paddock pass?” he asks. oh god you know where this is going

“oh yeah, dylan gave it to me”

fuckkkkkkk me. he looks at you with a half smile and a slightly suggestive look.

“oh did she?” his eyes are boring into your skull at this point, christ can he not.

you look forward ignoring the comment, silently begging for theo to make a comment, he does.

“your drive was pretty epic today mate, thought that you had räikkönen for a minute there”

he finally looks away from you.

“yeah me too” it’s a much flatter tone now and you guess he gets bored because he makes a poor excuse and leaves.

“thank christ” you say out loud.

“yeah that was definitely uncomfortable”

“i’m literally so sorry”

“nah hes always been like that with you”

“what?”

“yeah, even back at school, any of us would try and talk to you and he’d say some weird shit like “she’s not ready to be in a relationship” or “don’t mess with her she just got out of a messy breakup” he’s a nice guy and all but he’d always be weird when it was about you”

your eyes widen. WHAT. HE SAID WHAT.

“what the actual fuck”

“jesus”

“so that’s why no guys talked to me in year 12”

“you didn’t go through a messy breakup?”

you laugh. “no, no i didn’t”

“oh”

“OH SHIT” it clicks

“that’s messed up”

“i thinks hes into you”

you look at him and slightly lift your eyebrows.

“no really i think he is”

you continue walking back to your car ignoring his comment. you take him back to yours where undoubtedly you fuck, where after you both explicitly state and label whatever it was a “situationship” considering he was going back in literally 4 days and you were going to bahrain, but there were no feelings involved and the sex was good and he was nice, you laughed about the whole situation and then fucked and laughed and fucked and it was fine. but why on earth did daniel do what he did, oh what the fuck you could debate him later.

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo angst #daniel ricciardo fic #daniel ricciardo smut #f1 #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel riccardo x reader #Daniel Ricciardo x you #f1 x reader #f1 x you

[12romy]

32 and 54 please! Chewis!! 🩵 (you are incredible!)

Hi dearie, thank youuuu! So 32 is Pregnancy fic, and 54 is secret relationship... I decided to write something absolutely self-indulging, and went with ALL the clichés XDD

Hope you'll like it, enjoy~

With how often Lewis touches his own belly, he's scared people might end up noticing, but he can't help himself.

He started to show, and it made him feel warm every time he looked at himself. Charles is probably worse than him, anyway. He can't keep his hands off Lewis' small bump every time they're together.

Lewis is so glad the season is coming to an end. He's getting tired, and starts to have back pain - although that could be because of the car. He's taking a year off. The pregnancy was not planned, but a welcome surprise. They both cried when they found out, and Charles still gets emotional about it sometimes.

The news of his retirement - he doesn't know if it will be a temporary one yet - should come out Monday morning, after they both leave Abu Dhabi. The country is not very nice to male carriers.

After long talks, Lewis decided to announce his pregnancy and come out. His relationship with Charles, however, will stay a secret for now. Ferrari was not very enthusiastic at the thought of him coming out.

Lewis knows that Charles feels bad about it, but himself doesn't mind. He hasn't been out for his entire career, he doesn't want to force his partner to come out.

Of course, things don't go as smoothly as planned. During qualifying, Max crashes him out.

Lewis grunts in pain as his car hits the wall, Max spinning off a little further away. Panic hits immediately, and he checks his stomach, frantic. He's fine, he's not hurting, and there is no blood - only then can he breathe again.

He also realises at that point that his left wrist hurts more than it should.

"Lewis!" someone calls, and it should be Bono but it's not, it's the voice of his boyfriend.

Lewis turns his head and realises that yes, Charles is here, running toward him. He wasn't in the crash, why is he…

"Lewis, oh my god, are you okay?" he asks again, close.

"Charles, I'm fine," he replies quickly. "We're fine, everything is fine. Fuck, I'm sorry, you must've been so worried…"

"Don't apologise, it's not your fault!" Charles shakes his head. "I'm so relieved that you're okay… I thought my heart was about to stop when I saw the crash. Let's get you out."

He helps Lewis unstrap and pulls him out of the car gently. Lewis doesn't miss the arm wrapped around his waist and his hand conveniently on his lower stomach.

Max comes to them, then, a confused expression on his face. "You're a medic, now, Leclerc?" he taunts. "What the fuck was that, Hamilton?"

"I'm sorry what?" Charles says dryly before Lewis can speak. He lets go of Lewis, stomping toward Max. "That was all your fault!"

"It was not! Why are you defending him? He's fucking fine, what's wrong with you?" Max scoffs.

"What wrong with-" Charles starts, cuts himself with a laugh of disbelief, then screams. "What's wrong with me is that you crashed into my pregnant boyfriend! You could've killed my child you fucking bastard!"

Before Lewis can stop him, Charles punches Max square in the face, making him stumble backward. Ouch, Max shouldn't have taken off his helmet - actually, scratch that, he's pretty sure Charles would've gone for a kick in the balls otherwise.

"Charlie, enough!" Lewis calls, Charles freezing. "I'm fine, and the baby is fine. I'm gonna get checked at the medical wing, just to be sure, okay? Just continue the quali, I'll be fine."

"No way, I'm coming with you," Charles refuses right away. I'm taking engine penalty anyway, who fucking cares."

"Charles…"

"I'm not leaving you right now. We are in trouble, I bet, with all the cameras around… I don't think either of us should stay alone."

"I have to admit, our plan to keep our relationship under wrap is pretty much busted now…"

"I don't know if I really regret it…" Charles hesitates. Lewis takes his hand, gently. The moment was broken with Max angrily grabbing Charles by the shoulder.

"What the fuck mate, what kind of joke is that?" he spits out, angry. The marshalls arrive to separate them before it can get out of hand again - thankfully. Charles insists on following Lewis in the medical car and doesn't let go of him until they have to get out. His own hand doesn't leave his stomach for a second.

They do an echography first, to confirm everything is okay, and the adrenaline from the crash finally comes down. Lewis is crying from relief before he realises what's happening.

"Hey, don't cry," Charles tells him gently. "It's all okay, now…"

"I know, I know… I think my wrist is sprained, so I'm not gonna race tomorrow."

"You what???" Charles screams out. "Lewis, why didn't you say so?"

"Sorry, I kinda… Forgot."

Twenty minutes later, Lewis' wrist is in a sling, and they are ready to leave. The front of the medical wing is swarming with journalists waiting for them, however, same as the back entry.

It looks like they don't really have the choice but to confront them. At least, their teams had sent them two bodyguards, which will hopefully be enough.

"I'm sorry for this," he tells Charles.

"Not your fault, Lew," he shrugs. "I'm the one who rushed to your car. It might be easier, not having to hide."

"I hope it will be," Lewis sighs.

"You're ready?"

"I am," he says, taking Charles' hand. "Let's do this."

Charles pushes the door open, and Lewis' hand flies to his stomach out of habit. They would be fine, the three of them.

#chewis #f1 rpf #mpreg #my fic #prompt game #this is so cliché i'm not even sorry #thanks for the ask!

[autocrats-in-love]

hows a hero and villain secretly dating, with hero accidentally hurting villain during a fight and its just grumpy awkwardness and apologising when they get back to their shared house?

"What the-"

Crack.

This is what the villain remembered from the fight. They slammed into a concrete wall, after being hit by the hero. Their body hit the hard surface and lit up with an overpowering blanket of pain. They felt something move in their shoulder. Their skull's impact made them tear up. They then crumpled to the floor, unable to sustain consciousness.

In the mostly black, blurry world of being half awake, they heard the panicked tones in the hero's voice. Their beloved. At one point warm arms, the wind in their face. A throbbing in their head.

And then, open eyes.

They stared up at the ceiling of their bedroom. Painted bright blue. It hurt their eyes in this state. They felt the hero's hand in their own. Their partner seemed to be sitting next to them, on their side of the bed. They wiggled their fingers and the hero squeaked.

"Oh gods." The hero scrambled so they were in the villain's eyeline.

They helped the villain sit up. Immediately, there was a barrage of questions.

"Are you okay? How's your head? I put ice on it. Does it hurt anywhere else? I think your ribs are okay, but there's a bruise-"

"Stop."

The villain clutched their forehead and held out a hand to cut off the hero.

"My head is killing me. Can you not right now?"

The villain weakly swung their legs over and put them on the ground. They pushed themselves up on the hero's shoulder. The hero tried to take the villain's arm. The villain pulled away, shuffling out of the room.

"Let me help you." The hero said, following the villain.

"Next time I want you to tackle me against a wall, I'll let you know." The villain would have snapped if they had the energy.

The hero swallowed.

The villain stopped at the kitchen. They turned around, facing their supposedly nice and pleasant significant other.

"Wow. You're not going to say sorry?"

The hero stuttered. "Of course I'm sorry."

"That wasn't an apology."

The villain went to the cupboard and pulled out the box of first aid things. They popped open the lid and grabbed a bottle of painkillers.

"Don't take too many. You should pace yourself."

The villain sighed, but shook out two pills. They went over to the sink. Behind them, they could hear the hero putting the box away. They grabbed a glass from the drying rack and pushed the sink tap with the back of their hand so they didn't drop the pills. They refused to speak to or look at the hero. The hero didn't want to talk first, but they hated awkward silence more.

"I'm really sorry I hurt you."

"There it is." The villain rasped.

The took the pills and downed the water. They then wiped their mouth, set their glass down, and turned around. They waited, putting their elbows on the sink. When the hero just stared and fiddled with their hands, they raised an eyebrow, which hurt a bit.

"Saying sorry is hard for me."

"Tell me why."

This was almost normal. The hero confessing something, the villain wanting to know every detail about it. Except the villain was having trouble keeping their eyes open, and the hero couldn't look in them anyway.

"Well, like, little things and all that are fine. But physically hurting someone? It's like a. . .a switch was flipped in my mind a long time ago. . .or something."

The villain sat down on the checkered kitchen floor. The hero did the same.

"What does that mean?"

"Like, when I hurt a criminal in a fight, I didn't feel bad. Not that I've done anything life threatening. But- remember when I broke your wrist?"

The villain did. It was maybe three years ago. They nodded.

"Well, I felt, like, almost no remorse. It was in the context of good defeating evil or smething."

"Oh. That stings."

"I know. I'm. . .sorry for breaking your wrist three years ago."

They cringed through it. The villain smiled. The hero noticed.

"Okay. I am so, so sorry for. . .slamming you against a wall. People were watching us fight, and I wanted to make it look realistic."

"You could have just told me to take a fall."

"I know. That's definitely what I should have done. What I did was. . ."

"Selfish?"

"I guess so, yeah. I wanted to look cool."

The pain medication finally felt like it was starting to work. The villain closed their eyes.

"So, how did you get me out?"

"Gave a speech about heroics, said I was carrying you off to a better tomorrow."

"It worked?"

"Yes, actually."

"Wow, people are dumb."

"Or they trust me."

"They shouldn't."

The hero snorted. They stared at each other. The thing about relationships is, the ice never stops refreezing. It's up to you to choose to keep breaking it.

"Want me to help you to the couch, give you ice cream, and let you watch whatever you want on Tv?"

"100%, yes."

#hero x villain #villain x hero #writeblr #snippet #not a prompt #ignore how I went on a mini hiatus there

[midnightstoriesblog]

Oh my God I have this idea–

So what if Kind!Muzan has rarely to never show what his Blood Demon Art is, and he also never show a majority of his demons (including his Kizuki's) his fighting skills. He is also always patient and never raises a hand nor voice at his demons. He was always so gentle and soft-spoken. You immediately feel safe when he is around.

So most of his demons thinks of him as weak and needs protection, and little believes otherwise. Not that they minded. They are all willing to lay their lives to protect their Master and father figure– the man who gave them a 2nd chance in life.

The demons goals here are to live a normal life (as normal as it could get, anyways), and try to blend in with humans for those who can, and live amongst them. Maybe one day demons will be accepted by humanity.

With that in mind, what if, during the Entertainment District Arc, Muzan went to visit Daki again but sees the town/city in complete ruins.

He panicked, worrying for Daki and Gyuutarou. He tried to see if they were alive (they are, according to his telepathic abilities. He can still feel their presence).

And when Daki and Gyuutarou were about to be decapitated, Muzan felt rage like he never had. His aura was so intense that it made everyone freeze out of fear. Whoever was about to decapitate his Upper 6 lost focus and got thrown across the field harshly.

Now Muzan's goal here isn't to kill, but to bring his Upper 6 to safety. Tanjirou and his comrades were considered lucky when Muzan decided to teleport away (thanks to Nakime).

With Muzan's intense anger and horrifying aura– something they've never experienced before– how would they react, especially when Muzan went on a rampage layer on to annihilate the Demon Slayer Corps.

They were a danger to his demons. They needed to be extinct.

How would the demons handle a feral Muzan, who now couldn't recognize them (think like when Nezuko first turned into demon and couldn't recognize Tanjrou). He even attacked them, seeing them as a threat. He was scared(?). But jeez, he was so terrifying with a temper.

Maybe one of them remembered what Muzan liked or a lullaby his mother used to sing to him when he was little (which Muzan went on to sing to the Kizuki's (especially the young ones) and other young demons. Wow, he had such a beautiful voice, too).

Maybe that's when Muzan came to his senses, and tears started forming. He just looked down, his hair covered his face as he cried silently.

He was so stressed. He lost so many people in a course of a thousand year, he didn't want to loose anymore people. Anyone that raised him or befriended him either abandoned him or died, and he never had a proper childhood. He forced himself to grow up because of his position as a demon king.

The (barely surviving) Slayers were confused seeing how loving and gentle the demons were towards Muzan. They comforted him, despite being confused because they had never seen their Master like this. He was usually the strong one.

Nakime, with her Blood Art, quickly warped them home and they took care of Muzan, who doesn't seem to remember who they were and was in a child-like state (like Nezuko, and he was so quiet and refused to speak. He was similar to Kanao– unable to make decisions unless told to).

They don't know how to get Muzan back to normal, but it didn't matter. They'll protect their father just like how he had done so for them. This information was told to the other demons, who got determined to be stronger and prevent slayers from getting to Muzan.

Thank you so much in advance! I apologise of it is too long and too much too read! Feel free to change stuff of you'd like! Or ignore this if you don't feel up to it!

A/N: This idea was such a pleasure to read, so I'll be focusing on continuing this narrative a bit instead of changing what you've already written. My writing style has changed a lot, I hope you still enjoy it! Sorry this is a bit short, my post will be getting longer soon!

~⭒☆⭒~⭒☆⭒~⭒☆⭒~⭒☆⭒~⭒☆⭒~⭒☆⭒~⭒☆⭒~⭒☆⭒~⭒☆⭒~⭒☆⭒~⭒☆⭒~⭒☆⭒~⭒☆

Truth be told, the uppermoons didn't know nearly as much about their master as he knew about them. When something happened to one of them he knew, and he knew how to help them or fix the situation.

So this.. problem..

It left them stumped.

Ever since the incident, Muzan had barely spoken to anyone, not to mention that it seemed his only pass time was research. Although, not even that got him out of his room in the castle, nothing and no one could do that.

And so, his dear demons tried to come up with a solution, or at least a plan of action

"Nakime-chan, couldn't you-" Douma started, but he was cut of by her "Most certainly not. Teleporting Master out of his room wouldn't achieve much." Resting back against the wall, the ice demon sighed, trying to think of a better solution- though coping with emotions wasn't his field of expertise.

"I must agree with that.. We must find.. some way to get him to come out of the room himself.." The voice of the demon who took over the duty of leading the demons echoed through the room, seemingly lost in thought too.

Daki and Gyutaro were silent, and it was silently understood by most that they truly felt guilty- however, despite their silence, they too had a plan of their own. After all, they somehow felt that more responsibility falls on them, despite all the other demons reassuring then that this couldn't be further from the truth.

They were advised by Kokushibou to not act on their own, especially as the siblings tended to be quite.. Impulsive when it came to deal with emotions. That was also the reason they hadn't listened to the advice they were given- looking back on it, they aren't too proud of it either, but hey, at least it all worked out!

Daki visited him regularly. Talking to him for hours, telling him about how reasonable Kokushibou is, how Douma and Akaza fight less nowadays, how Hantengu leaned to control his emotions better, how she was so happy seeing all the pretty projects Gyokko was making! As much as it saddened her that this seemingly didn't have much effect, it didn't stop her. And Kokushibou was no fool either, he was more than aware of her antics.. but something within him didn't allow him to stop her.

And progress did come, with patience and time, but it did. It was slow, and it showed itself as Muzan finally stepped out of his room. He didn't speak, but he did nod his head as a greeting to everyone he passed before continuing with his walk. Kokushibou could've sworn he saw the faintest smile on the Masters face, too..

..Could it be possible that things were slowly starting to heal?

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kokushibo #demon slayer kokushibo #demon slayer douma #douma #daki #gyutaro #gyutaro and daki #muzan #muzan kibutsuji #kny muzan #muzan kny #nakime #kokushibou #kny au #demon slayer au

[destinyroundabout]

CHAPTER 1 ACT I

"Her fall"

Allison: ...?

Allison had just woken up. She found herself on a pile of orange and yellow leaves. They were weak and did a pretty bad job at breaking her fall.

Allison: ...Wait...I fell, didn't I? Jeez, how am I alive? (Sigh), Why did I think exploring a cave on a tall mountain would be a good idea?

She got up, still in slight pain from the fall. She brushed off the leaved off her clothes and started looking around.

Allison: HELLO? ANYONE THERE?...Ugh, of course not. Who would be in down here anywa-

Suddenly, she heard garbage noises bear her.

Allison: ...That's not foreboding at all. Well, not like I have anywhere else to go

She went into the next room, there in the centred was a strange man dressed in black.

Allison: Uhhh...Hey.

The man turned his face to Allison...or lack thereof. His face was completely blank, with only a single horn on one side of his face and a strange beard to distinguish him. Allison felt like she was dreaming...or more accurately, having a nightmare.

Allison: OH GOD. Are...you ok? Who are you?

???: MY NAME? IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE I'VE HAD A NAME...HM...CALL ME WINGS.

Allison: Hey wings...so, this is the infamous mount ebott huh?

Wings: INDEED. IT'S FLOODING WITH MONSTERS BOTH KIND AND CRUEL.

Allison: Wait- MONSTERS?!

Wings: HAVE YOU NOT HEARD OF THE RUMOURS CHILD? THE GREAT HUMAN AND MONSTER WAR? HOW HUMANS TRAPPED MONSTERS IN THE UNDERGROUND?

Allison: ...nope.

???: WOW! You must be more STUPID than I thought!

Suddenly, a new voice spoke. A high-pitched raspy voice.

???: HEY! WATCH IT NARRATOR!

Allison: W-WHO WAS THAT?!

Wings: I TRULY APOLOGISE. MY FRIEND HERE APPEARS TO HAVE FORGOT HIS MANNERS!

A grey flower suddenly appeared on Wings' hand.

???: I'm sorry, but if she doesn't know basics monster history 101, then she ain't gonna survive a day here Wings.

Allison: ...cute flower!

Dings: ...Ahem, anyways, call me Dings. I'm Wings' best friend. You're new here, so we gotta teach you the ropes. What do ya say Wings?

Wings: AN EXCELLENT IDEA DINGS! CONSIDER THIS HUMAN, A TUTORIAL IN COMBAT!

Allison: The name's Allison by the way.

Dings: Yeah yeah, Now.

❤️

[BATTLE MODE INITIATED]

Allison: Woah, this is...cool!

Dings: Now, see that shiny read heart over there?

Wings: THAT IS YOUR SOUL, THE VERY CULMINATION OF YOUR BEING. A HUMAN SOUL IS A POWERFUL TOOL TO A MONSTER, SO A HANDFUL OF UNFRIENDLY FOES WILL ATTEMPT TO SNATCH IT FOR THEMSELVES!

Allison: ...lovely.

Dings: Don't worry, all you gotta do is not get hit by the bullets.

Allison: What bu-

Dings: THINK FAST

A wave of pellets rapidly target Allison's soul.

Allison: OH SH-

Allison barely dodges.

Dings: BAHAHAHAHAHA. OH, THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE!

Wings: DINGS! WE'RE SUPPOSED TO AID HER, NOT SHATTER HER SOUL!

Dings: Hahaha, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Good reflexes though kid!

Allison: YA DON'T SAY....hey what's "LV"

Wings: I'M GLAD YOU ASKED! LV STANDS FO-

Dings: You'll figure it out later.

Wings: ...

Dings: What? Nobody wants to hear you nerd out Wings.

Allison: So...is there anything else I should know?

Dings: Uhhhh...

Small footsteps can be heard approaching the room.

Dings: Oop- That's our cue.

Wings: WE SHALL MEET AGAIN SOON, DEAR ALLISON. BEST OF LUCK!

The duo dissappear into the shadows.

Allison: WAIT-...Welp.

???: huh. I thought I heard 3 humans. must be hearin things.

A short skeleton wearing a purple bathrobe entered the room.

sans: sup

END OF ACT I

#undertale: destiny roundabout

[loverofallthingssmart]

PLEASE UNLEASH your hadestown demons!!!!!

unleash my hadestown demons is right this is a BEAST thank you very much ive satisfied the brain worms by dumping all my thoughts under the cut

first off. the beauty of live theatre allows for so much nuance and beauty to demonstrated so i cant even begin to cover all the things that could make me insane its so wonderful i love live theatre everyone should watch at least one live theatre production i believe it will solve at least one problem they have

the tragedy of it all!! its a sad song but we sing it anyway, in hopes that we hope that orpheus doesn't turn. but he will. bc he loves eurydice so much so he went down to the underworld to save her.

guys. the repeated, cyclical nature of everything. its an old tale from way back when and its a sad song but they sing it anyway. the point of hadestown is the HOPE of it all wait theres an article (https://www.standard.co.uk/culture/theatre/anais-mitchell-hadestown-west-end-broadway-b1134613.html) regarding mitchell's thoughts on orpheus that make me insane im gonna paste a quote here:

"If Hadestown has a moral, she says, then it’s “you have to try, you have to have hope, not because success is a given – it’s not. Orpheus fails. We heroicise” – here she breaks off to apologise that jet lag has led to her making up words – “we heroicise Orpheus not because he succeeds but because he tries, and that endeavour alone is worthwhile. How to live, and not merely survive, is to believe things could change.” ARE U KIDDING ME OURGHH

which brings me to the topics of like. climate change and capitalism that the play discusses its so good. the fact that there's no spring or fall, only summers and winter because of persephone's absences, how "is it true" is just a song abt labor protests red carnations are a symbol of love and passion yes, but in germany theyre a symbol of the working class protest. its SO important hades has just created an industrial revolution, has built a wall, has workers work forever, "why we build the wall" is soooo incredible "hey little songbird" "chant" all the songs that take place IN hadestown itself are sooo gritty so despondent in a way its insane.

theres another article that discusses sm of it AND discusses like portrayals of persephone that i REALLY like. im gonna paste it here PLEASE read it it has so much good stuff from a classics person regarding it and OURGH too good

orpheus's "to the world we dream about" but then also "the one we live in now" like oh.okay. im NORMAL….

if u noted every single lalala in hadestown it would be 6 min long. the leitmotif oh i am so normal actually.

okay im not rlly a music person i call myself music adjacent bc my two closest friends r music ppl LMAOJDHJS but like. the first time u hear eurydice say "i do" i.e what you say to seal a marriage is after she tells orpheus she signed the papers. she does not say "i do" in the entireity of wedding song, where they talk abt their nuptials. she says "i do" in informing orpheus she cant come up with him. that she chose this life (or death i guess) of her own doing. isnt that vile….

in wedding song she goes "is he always like this" and hermes responds but then in "a gathering storm" she asks the same question to no response.. idk what's there but something is there.

hermes being the narrator thats involved in the play is SOOOO delicious for my brain, the way he switches between a character involved in orpheus and eurydice getting together, invested in their relationship to a all-knowing narrator who knows the end bc he sees this every time.

there's this sense that only orpheus and eurydice do not know they r in a repeated play. which heightens their love at first sight, the "i feel like i know u but ive just met you" OHHHHH my god.

the original nytw script having orpheus say "ur early. i missed u." directly paralleling hades and persephone but in a different context because OHHHHMYGOD and not even that but the fact that mitchell took it out bc she believed it engaged the brain when the moment should only directly engage the heart. so she had the lovers say each other's name. one last time. im soooo normal

also this is bc one time i was thinking abt hadestown and mitski's remember my name played so . just that song in the context of hadestown is SOOOO bc like. like. how eurydice couldn't rmbr herself when she became a worker but orpheus went down to save her and she remembered.

when he turns back and says.

"it's you" "it's me"

^ are you fucking kidding me. the sort of disbelief the happiness the love the incoming grief im inconsolable.

when orpheus turns back, eurydice says his name w so much joy SO MUCH JOY she is not upset at him. "what was there to complain of, except that she'd been loved?" <- quote from metamorphoses

like yes we wish orpheus doesnt turn around but at the end of the day, orpheus is still the trusting guy he was in the beginning. EURYDICE on the other hand KNOWS how cruel the world is and chooses to trust orpheus anyway. but. "it's a tragedy" and doubt creeps in. part of the tragedy lies in the fact that eurydice, "all ive ever known is to hold my own" eurydice runs after him w open arms, chooses to trust him, chooses to follow the trial, and he still turns around. BECAUSE he loves her ohhhmygod im so normal

obligatory mention to the fact that orpheus could never finish the song he was working on because it was a duet. like okay lol. im fine im normal hahahahaha are u fucking kidding me.

hades and orpheus are mirrors, there r two relationships in the musical obviously and it is clear theyre mirrors of each other even w/o the original script line but like.

hades gives orpheus the test that he himself goes through every spring. hades is the villain of the story yes but he is not evil. he gives orpheus the same trial, sees that if orpheus can judge him for losing faith in his wife through the course of their relationship, let's put his romantic nature to the test. let's see if he can feel the absence of his love and keep going. and he cant. bc orpheus has never had to learn how to fend for himself. so when u take away his support system, when u take anyone's support system, how is he, how r we supposed to succeed?

just. the song "how long" encapsulates hades and persephone's relationship SO WELL. "the girl means nothing to me." "i know. but she means EVERYTHING to him" the fact that this is the first time we persephone REFUSE a drink bc shes had enough oh were SOMBER somber the way the whole song just parallels itself and every verse GOD.

the love was there. the hope was there. its a sad song. its a love song.

every single time before they leave. every time they're on stage, eurydice is in front of orpheus. he trusts that she is before him and she never doubts that he is there. it is when their positions change, him in front and her behind that he bends. it is then that doubt comes in.

those r just the like the thoughst of the music and themes itself we can talk abt the ppl and the live play now:

so first. can we talk abt this we need to talk abt for reeve carney's last show the original orpheus his last show he didnt turn back. he and eurydice lived they passed the trial. sorry that makes me so insane bc like. imagine u play orpheus. doomed to a lifetime of looking back at ur lover and your final show, u finally get to stay. oh im very normal i just love the nuances of live theatre!!! what a send off!!!!

THEN we can talk abt how eva and solea play PERFECT eurydices, full of grit and used to the cruel nature of the world. and how lola tung i feel is a DECENT singer but shes not a eurydice shes so light and soft but idk. who am i to say.

also the soundtrack is just SO incredible so is the set design there's not a single ounce of stage space that is wasted like there are so many nuances like i cant even talk abt all that there is my FAVORITE musical for SOOO many reasons ough.

yeah i think that's it. this took me MULTIPLE hours and i feel drained abt talking abt all this. WOW i love hadestown not normal amounts. i can't die before i see this live its one of my goals i just need to see it live on broadway.

#putting this in #2 am ramblings #bc i invested too much brainpower and time into this LAMSODJHHDFJSK #anyway. yeah <3 that's all. there r so many more nuances you could have w every decision made onstage for each production and it saddens me #that i cant know them all. but theres a beauty in that as well. #hadestown #orpheus and eurydice #guys orpheus and eurydice are actually my second favorite greek myth LSMSNBDGHSUJHD but god theres just so much. OURGH

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The Sitter

Mycroft Holmes x Bethany Wheeler (OFC)

Story Masterlist

Chapter 12 -  GENE THERAPY: Ten Reasons Why The Ville Will Fail (Part 1)

Anthea phoned first thing in the morning to say a car would collect her at half past six from her home to bring her to his office. Mycroft wondered if he should have given her some warning.

We need to talk. My office. Car will be outside at 6:30. – MH

He didn’t receive a reply for a while, he imagined she was probably tired from the flight. He made sure he wasn’t wearing his navy suit again, instead he went for a black pinstripe with a red tie, anything that didn’t put him in a weaker position.

Eventually, once Mycroft had gotten everything in order, he checked the time, she would be walking through that door any second now. He took the time to try and go through the paper once more.

‘Sir?’ Anthea opened the door slightly. ‘Miss Wheeler here to see you.’

‘Send her in.’ Mycroft nodded, preparing himself mentally. But nothing could prepare him for what he was about to see.

Bethany wandered in, a little uncertain and very confused, but that wasn’t what caught his eye first. She was still wearing her black shorts and sandals, presumably having not changed from the flight and wore the same baggy green jumper from the day he’d picked her up from her lecture. She still wore the necklace he gave her, evident from the silver chain poking out from her collar, but there was also a bandage on her forearm and one on her lower leg.

‘What happened?’ Mycroft demanded.

‘Oh really?’ She laughed at the audacity of his question. ‘You drag me out of my house just as I get back from the airport and ask me what happened.’

‘Drag you?’

‘Yes, Mycroft,’ she wasn’t pleased at all. ‘A man came to my door, asked for me and when my house mate asked him why, said man barged in, told me not to bother unpacking and marched me out of my house. So, this had better be life or death.’

‘Well,’ Mycroft cleared his throat. ‘I can only apologise for his behaviour, and I will be looking into that as soon as we’re done here. Would you care to sit down?’

Bethany sighed and took the seat opposite him. ‘I’m exhausted, Mycroft. I was literally about to sleep when I was so rudely commandeered.’

‘I will try to make this quick.’ Mycroft nodded, he noticed just how tired she was, bags underneath her darkened eyes and the way she slumped down in the chair opposite. ‘I was given a file yesterday, your file-‘

‘You have a file on me?’

‘I have a file on everyone.’ Mycroft frowned, to which she made an expression of acceptance. ‘Care to explain “Gene Therapy: Ten Reasons Why The Ville Will Fail (Part 1)”.’

Bethany’s expression suddenly lit up. ‘Are you serious? You’ve called me into your office for a paper I wrote when I was fourteen?’

‘You wrote this when you were fourteen?’ Mycroft said, alarmed.

‘Yeah, it was a mental exercise my mum set me,’ she half laughed, sitting up to explain. ‘She explained to me about this imaginary facility, which I later found out was real, Baskerville, I think it’s called, anyway, she told me all the details of security and some of the experiments that were being run and asked me to figure out what was wrong with it.’ She gestured for him to hand over the paper. ‘I didn’t realise this thing was still in existence.’ Mycroft sat back and thought for a few moments. ‘Wait a second, was I right? You wouldn’t have dragged me in here if this was nothing.’ Mycroft shifted uneasily. ‘Oh my god, so you’re telling me I figured out everything wrong with one of your top secret bases as a mental exercise when I was fourteen?’

‘Worryingly, some of these problems are still existent.’ Mycroft confessed.

‘Well, you’d better fix them.’ Bethany said, still half laughing and tossing the paper back onto his desk. ‘Why did you wait so long to bring this up?’ Mycroft frowned. ‘Surely you found the paper when you did your background check?’

‘No, for some reason, it didn’t come up.’ Mycroft exhaled deeply. ‘Something I will need to investigate more fully. However, the thing that concerned me most was: Part 1.’

‘Well, don’t get your knickers in a twist, I never wrote a part 2.’ Bethany ran her hand through her hair, blinking a few times to try and reduce any tiredness.

‘Thank god for that.’

‘There was going to be ten parts in total, but I think I was studying for a piano exam at the time.’

Mycroft raised his eyebrow, but he couldn’t help but be impressed by her. ‘Well, if you do fancy letting us know what else we can do to improve our top secret bases, we’d welcome the advice.’

‘Would you?’ Bethany challenged him. ‘As I hear it, Lady Smallwood disapproves of my being a student. Oh, don’t give me that look, you think people don’t talk? Receptionists hear everything Mycroft.’

‘Indeed.’ Mycroft made a mental note to have a word with Anthea when he got the chance. ‘So, on to more pressing matters, what happened to you?’

‘Oh, nothing.’ She waved her hand, indicating it was nothing serious. ‘Just a couple of snake bites. They’ve been treated and I’m fine.’

‘Snake bites?’ Mycroft leaned forward, somewhat concerned. ‘Venomous?’

Bethany sighed, knowing she wouldn’t get away with a lie. ‘Just the one on my leg. I need to head to the hospital in the morning to get the bandages changed and make sure there’s no lasting damage, but my mum said it’ll be fine.’

‘Didn’t I ask you to stay safe?’

‘Yeah, but it’s not like I went running through the jungle asking to get bitten. This happened in my room anyway, somehow they got in and it just happened, complete coincidence.’ Bethany reasoned, but it didn’t make him feel any better. ‘Anyway, what about you? Where is everyone, I text John and Mary ages ago and they haven’t got back to me, even Sherlock is off grid. What’s going on?’

Mycroft inhaled again. ‘How much do you know about Mary?’

‘She’s my friend.’ Bethany eyed him suspiciously, but he wasn’t giving away just yet. ‘I know she was a spy for a group called AGRA, I know about the memory stick, but I’ve never seen it, John said he destroyed it… I know that Magnusson was killed because he had information on her-‘

‘So, everything then. You know everything.’ Mycroft nodded, wishing his brother could keep his mouth shut once in a while.

He then proceeded to tell Bethany that Sherlock and John were in Morocco where Mary was on the run from another agent called Ajay. She asked a few questions and he did his best to explain.

‘Right,’ Bethany exhaled, taking it all in. A smile started to appear on her face. ‘Knew I’d get some secrets out of you one day.’

Mycroft chuckled. ‘Yes. It seems you have extracted a significant amount of information from me, Miss Wheeler. Now what’s your next move I wonder.’

Bethany shrugged. ‘I suppose I worked so hard on the extraction that I have no idea what to do. Like a dog that finally caught it’s tail.’

‘I should offer you a job.’

‘What kind of job?’

‘From the looks of this paper, you’d do well as an analyst, but I’d rather keep you a little closer than that.’

‘Is that right, Mr Holmes?’ Her voice had lowered in tone slightly, making a warmth rush through him.

Before Mycroft could respond, his phone began to ring. He rolled his eyes seeing Sherlock’s name come up. ‘Excuse me.’ Mycroft stood and leaned against his filing cabinet to answer. ‘Yes, Sherlock, what is it?’

‘The English woman, that’s all he heard. Naturally he assumed it was Mary.’

‘Couldn’t this wait until you’re back?’ Mycroft sighed.

‘No, it’s not over. Ajay said they’d been betrayed, the hostage-takers knew AGRA were coming. There was only a voice on the phone, remember, and a codeword.’

‘Ammo. Yes, you said.’ Mycroft nodded, glancing at Bethany who was just trying to stay awake and not itch where the bandages were sitting on her arm.

‘How’s your Latin, brother dear?’

‘My Latin?’

‘Amo, Amas, Amat.’

‘I love, you love, he loves, what…’

‘Not ammo meaning ammunition, but Amo meaning…’

It hit Mycroft like a bolt of lightning. ‘You’d better be right, Sherlock.’ Mycroft hung up and looked at Bethany. ‘We’ve got work to do.’

‘We?’

‘I may need that brain of yours to put the pieces of a puzzle together, particularly if this turns out to be wrong.’ Mycroft opened the door and spoke out of his office. ‘Suspend Lady Smallwood’s security clearance, get her sent to the interrogation room for tomorrow morning.’

‘Mycroft, what’s going on?’ Bethany said, confused.

‘Love.’ He said, only serving to confuse her further. ‘Amo in Latin means love, that was the codeword that was used when the hostage-takers were tipped off that AGRA were moving in.’

‘Okay, so the word Love is significant.’

‘Not a word.’ Mycroft shook his head. ‘A name, we all have them, codenames that protect identities in reports that should never be uncovered but if they are, they would never contain our real names.’

‘Okay, so Love is the code name for an individual?’ Bethany was starting to piece things together. ‘The voice on the phone was Love?’

‘Precisely.’

‘So, who is it?’

Mycroft shoved his hands in his pockets. ‘Lady Smallwood.’

Bethany frowned again, something playing out in the back of her mind. ‘But what did she gain from it? Did she dislike using freelancers?’

‘That’s what we’re going to find out tomorrow.’ Mycroft grabbed his coat and briefcase. ‘I’ll drop you home tonight. You should get some sleep.’

They left the office and Mycroft let Anthea know the files were still in his office and should not be accessed by anyone other than him. He needed to figure out what to do with the paper, including how it suddenly surfaced.

Mycroft opened the car door for Bethany who basically fell into the back seat, she was so exhausted. He took his coat off and got in on the other side and smiled gently. It would be a half hour journey to her house and Mycroft knew the traffic would be slow at this time, it usually was, and he often used the time to prepare for the evening ahead filled with work.

Bethany had settled into the warm seat and she looked out at the darkened sky of London.

‘What are your plans for tomorrow?’ Mycroft asked, hoping he could talk to her before she fell asleep.

Bethany sucked in a deep breath. ‘Hospital in the morning,’ she sighed, pulling her legs up to her chest and facing him, though her eyes were heavy, she still looked stunning. ‘Then I’ve got a free day. I was just going to do some light reading, mum and dad have both written papers and I promised I’d read them at some point.’

‘You have an avid interest in medicine and engineering?’ Mycroft chuckled.

‘No, but I understand enough to be able to appreciate what they do.’ She smiled back.

‘I should apologise.’

‘Why this time?’ She rolled her eyes.

‘I knew you were smart,’ Mycroft let his eyes drift over her face, taking in her tiring expression. ‘I just didn’t realise how intelligent you are.’

Bethany just laughed and shook her head, biting her lip lightly again. ‘Well, if you’d ever arranged dinner, you might have found out.’ Mycroft just watched her, not quite knowing what he should have said, she wouldn’t accept another apology, but that was his instinct. ‘Did you like the photos?’

‘Yes, the one where you were camping was my favourite.’ He said, remembering her eyes focused on the setting sun. ‘Did you enjoy the view?’

‘I did.’ Bethany smiled, remembering her time in Peru. ‘I wish I could have stayed longer; it’s been too long since I’ve seen my parents.’

‘You didn’t get the chance to see them at Christmas.’ Mycroft nodded, remembering the reason why. He gently pulled out the pocket watch he’d given him as a gift and ran his thumb over it, thinking on how wonderful it had been that day… well, the time they had together anyway.

Mycroft looked up to see her heavy eyes watching him, smiling as she realised he knew what she had done, but there were no words he could use that would display his gratitude for her existence in his life, no matter how small that existence may have been.

He swallowed thickly, noting his eyes flickering to her mouth, before quickly turning away and clearing his throat. He sensed her disappointment, but wasn’t sure what to do about it.

‘Are you free tomorrow evening?’ Mycroft asked.

‘Yeah, I am.’ She was losing the battle with sleep.

‘Perhaps we could go to dinner then?’ He frowned, anticipating her response to be one of refusal or hesitation.

‘I’d love to.’ She half whispered, he couldn’t tell with just the streetlights, but he was sure her cheeks reddened slightly.

Mycroft smiled, the way he always smiled when she spoke to him and soon a very comfortable silence took over. It was a forty-minute journey to her house and Bethany had managed to fall asleep. She was probably cold and Mycroft, knowing the windows were blacked out in the car and no one would see him, had gently guided her to sleep a little more comfortably against him, laying his coat over her body while he worked on his phone.

Mycroft decided that he didn’t want them to go out for dinner, instead she could come over, he wasn’t a bad cook, not the best, but he wanted to watch another film with her and share another evening where she could be comfortable with each other.

They pulled up outside her house and Mycroft tried to wake her as gently as possible. Bethany lifted her head and the smell of ginger was especially strong, making him feel warm under his skin.

‘Mycroft.’ She hummed and moved closer to his body.

‘You’re home.’ He whispered, his lips moving against her hair. ‘Time to wake up.’

He’d just about managed to get her to wake up enough to get out of the car. She smiled sleepily at him and waved as she entered her house. Mycroft just watched her and thought on how much he missed the soft weight of her body against his. He missed her already.

Dinner at the house? 6pm? – MH

Mycroft text her in the morning, hoping she was still asleep in some ways, she was entirely exhausted when he dropped her off and he wanted to see her bright, happy face again, but that wouldn’t happen if she was always tired.

Sounds good. Will you be sending another car? – BW

He knew she was teasing him, but he didn’t mind it.

You’ve been bitten by snakes, it’s only natural that I would want to avoid anything else happening to you. – MH

Touché Mr Holmes. – BW

He decided to leave it there, he arranged for a car to pick her up at five thirty and he would be out of work around the same time. He would make sure of it.

Sherlock came to his office immediately as his flight landed and gave him an odd look, but Mycroft didn’t have the time or patience to deal with it properly.

‘This is absolutely ridiculous and you know it.’ Lady Smallwood said, severely annoyed that Mycroft had her in an interrogation room at all. She’d been denied access to her office and taken straight down to meet him. ‘How many more times?’

‘Six years ago, you held the brief for foreign operations. Codename, Love.’ Mycroft said, sternly, just trying to get to the truth of everything.

‘And you’re basing all this on a code name? On a whispered voice on the telephone? Come on Mycroft.’

‘You were the conduit for AGRA. Every assignment, every detail they got from you.’

‘It was my job.’ Lady Smallwood wasn’t giving in and Mycroft was starting to think Sherlock had gotten it wrong.

‘Then there was the Tbilisi incident. AGRA went in.’

‘Yes.’

‘And they were betrayed.’

‘Not by me.’ She was being unusually defiant. ‘Mycroft we’ve known each other a long time. I promise you, I haven’t the foggiest idea what all this is about. You wound up AGRA and all the other freelancers. I haven’t done any of the things you’re accusing me of. Not one.’ Mycroft had to concede, Bethany’s question still remained unanswered, what did Lady Smallwood gain from this? Nothing seemingly. ‘Not one.’ She repeated.

Mycroft looked to the mirrored glass where Sherlock was watching from behind. Lady Smallwood was not responsible for betraying AGRA. That seemed fairly conclusive. He had no choice but to let her go.

‘What now?’ Mycroft asked as he left the room to talk to his brother.

Sherlock didn’t answer him, he just wandered off down the corridor to do whatever it was he usually did. Mycroft felt his phone vibrate and checked it.

Hope you don’t mind, one of my bites is infected so they had to put on a thicker bandage. I’ll be fine, I’ve got antibiotics and everything, just a minor setback. – BW

Are you in pain? Which bite? – MH

My arm. Mild discomfort, that’s all. – BW

I can’t tell if you’re lying. – MH

Why would I? – BW

There’s been a lot of it today. I might be losing my touch. – MH

I do hope not Mr Holmes. – BW

The last text made him smile and suddenly he could relax again. Everything was okay, she was fine, she said she was fine and had no reason to lie and neither did Lady Smallwood. He could breathe again.

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HI OKAY, SORRY! No I am the Aaron accent/Dialect anon and may have sent other anons, but that's neither here nor there, but I come with updates? So I was really interested in this especially with your answer (which thank you so much for answering by the way I really appreciate it like so much! And never apologise for taking time to answer anons your time is your time!!! Play Sims 2 it's the best and if you do answer do it when you want to and have time to again it takes brain time to think of answers so don't like, apologise for that!!! :^D) BUT ANYWAY did some lil looking up the internet and I came across a study done in Antarctica where this exactly is happening which leads me to believe not only would Aaron accent shift but everyone else would as well? Here's the link (https://pubs.aip.org/asa/jasa/article/146/5/3327/993882/Phonetic-change-in-an-Antarctic-winter) to a really interested article and a TikTok (https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJVt8mfm/) in case you're like nah I don't want to read all that, but the gist is they sent 8 British people, 1 American, 1 German and 1 Icelandic person to a remote station in Antarctica for work, there completely isolated from the world for a few months working and when they came back they were all pronouncing their vowels more similarly than before, and they were doing stuff like pronouncing their vowels 30 milliseconds longer and doing something called o fronting which is putting the o sound in the front of the word. SO WITH ALL THAT, I NOW BELIEVE THAT NOT ONLY WILL ARRON AND JIN YEON WOULD DEVELOP A NEW ACCENT. Sorry for the cap locks and super long explanation but It's so interesting cause okay let's imagine a world where none of them ever left they stayed on that island isolated from the world in a small community, they would start to see the beginning of a brand-new accent. Even though most of the islanders are American like i said there from all over so different pronunciations you would have Kate's Iowa twang mixing with Danielle's French while simultaneously mixing with Shannon's Cali girl style and getting drenched in The two Brits and single Aussies many slang words and ways to pronounce them then mashing that against Hurleys gorgeous Spanish accent (which I went and listen to god is there anything that man cannot do?) . Even if we follow a normal timeline where they make it off the island, they may be changes in Kate and Hurleys accent from hanging around Sawyer/ Charlie too much. Humans are human you copy stuff of your friends certain pronunciations copying quirks now take that to an isolated island in the south pacific. Again, so sorry to fill your inbox with this nonsense, but just imagine Ben and Locke's terrible divorce also ended up in their accents copying each other due to the nature of everything. Like imagine you hate this guy on the island and months later your accents are literally copying certain or mashing with their's to form a new one I would be so mad, I really would start biting people.

ooh wow i stand corrected, maybe Aaron and Ji (and other hypothetical island babies) would sound more weird than i realised!

again, don't say sorry. what's nice is that LOST is so multicultural that one's mind can lead to wonderings like this!

oh, oh, what you said about ben and locke there reminded me of a headcanon i have about hurley and ben. basically that because they're gonna spend so much time together, they're gonna start affecting each other. like hurley dresses neater (button up shirt + his curls in a poytail), ben starts being more casual (looser shirts and more unkept, like unshaven). and this idea includes hurley becoming more articulate and ben speaking less formally. it's not a full on uncanny valley transformation but they have influenced each other

legit, ben and hurley end up like, a good marriage

without the sex. but that's just my opinion

#i went off topic but i didn't know what to say #but you sent so much that i felt like i needed to say more than ''ooooh good shit!!!''