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😈Track 4 - I Did Something Bad

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Alex was standing by the iconic bright blue garage. It was almost time for the rest of the grid to arrive for testing, but he didn’t care about that. All he cared about was George’s post from three days ago. The paddle game and its players were still a mystery to him. 

Who has George playing with? And why hadn’t he told him? 

Weren’t they supposed to be best friends? 

The Thai rolled his eyes as he scrolled through the numerous comments about how the two other players must have been Logan Sargeant and Y/n L/n. And if they were the players then that must mean that they will be the new Lamborghini drivers.  

He scoffed out loud. “As if.” 

“As if what?” a French voice sounded. Alex turned to look at his new rookie teammate. He tried to give the twenty-year-old a smile. He held up his phone, but the screen had gone dark Theo didn’t need to know that Alex was trying to find gossip like a middle-schooler. 

“Just fan theories,” he muttered, opening his phone back up and exiting out of Instagram and back to his messages. His eyes widened as he read through the chat. 

Theo’s eyebrow arched. “What’s wrong?” 

“George wants us over by the media pen. We got to go.” 

The two Williams drivers both started to quickly walk. Alex weaved through the crowds, turning back once every so often to see if Theo was still with him. For half a second, he remembered how he would just leave Logan to fend for himself. The American was often late getting to places because he didn’t know where anything was. At the time, Alex had said that he wasn’t responsible for his teammate. 

But now as he was navigating the big crowds at Bahrain, he wished he had spent a little more time with Logan, making sure that he was ok. 

However, that was in the past and Alex couldn’t waste time on it. Theo was his teammate now and Logan was off doing who-knows-what. On the inside, he was hoping to never run into the blond again. The American was just another sign of his mistakes. 

He always believed that he was the superior of the two, often questioning James as to why Logan hadn’t been replaced farther into the season like Nyck had been.

The team principal always rolled his eyes at Alex. 

“It’s because we aren’t Red Bull. We don’t want to drop Logan like Red Bull dropped you.” 

That had stung, but Alex always internally laughed. Logan was inevitably dropped by Williams, just like he had been with Red Bull. The only difference is that Alex stayed and extended his contract. Was this how Max Verstappen felt? 

Alex was so lost in thought that he didn’t see the back of someone and rammed into them.  

“Oh, hey mate.” 

Speak of the devil. 

“Hi Max,” he greeted back, rubbing his chest. “Did your back get bigger or have you always been this broad.” 

Max winced at the inuendo. Wasn’t his fault that he couldn’t be a string bean like Alex or George could be. 

“Ah, Albono, no need to be jealous that Max can probably bench press more than you.”

The Dutchman internally smiled at the familiar Monegasque voice. Charles had made his way over the moment that Alex ran into Max. 

Theo was right next to Alex still, reminding Charles of a lost puppy. He didn’t understand why Alex hadn’t let Logan do that last year if the Thai was fine with it this year. The Monegasque didn’t have time to ask before Lando and Oscar joined the bunch. His green eyes flitted over to George and Lewis who were whispering to each other. 

Lando had a grin on his face as he greeted the four drivers. 

“Hello mate.” The Briton clasped Max’s hand before going around. Oscar followed in suit. 

Theo, a little nervous around the older drivers, tried to make conversation. 

“How are the cars looking?” 

Suddenly he had five pairs of eyes on him, which maybe would have made others shrink away, but the Frenchman didn’t want to appear weak. 

Oscar’s eyes crinkled as he smiled. “They look good. Maybe someone will win a race this year.” He poked Lando’s side, making the brunet squawk. 

“I’ll win if Max decides to DNF.” 

The group laughed a bit. Max responded with an huff. 

“For the last time Lando, you need to be faster to beat me. I won’t let you pass and if I’m behind you, I’ll just pass you again.” 

He had a cheeky grin making Lando pout. 

Charles turned back to Theo and Alex. 

“How are you two feeling about the cars?” 

The two Williams drivers perked up. They had been working hard all winter break to make upgrades. Alex would never admit, but most of the ideas had come from what Logan had said during 2023. They didn’t have a championship contending car, but they would be able to bring in some decent points. 

Theo took the opportunity to answer. 

“It looks all right. Hoping to make it into Q2 at least. We have good 1-lap pace.” 

Lando snorted. “You’ll definitely make it into Q2. I’m forecasting no crashes in Free Practice.” 

Theo’s head tilted. “How come?” 

“Because there’s not a certain driver on the grid this year. Now maybe I can win a race without having to go around his debris. ” 

“Lando you’re such a narcissist,” Max murmured, looking around hoping no one heard him. The last thing the Briton needed was another cancel culture on him. 

Lando’s green eyes widened. “What? I’m only saying the truth. Even Oscar was saying something about it this morning. Right mate? Logan will probably never put a foot in the paddock again.” 

Oscar looked down, semi-embarrassed, but also, again, he shouldn’t be worrying about Logan anymore. The Aussie looked back up. 

“Yeah, I mean, he crashed out a lot and it was all his own faults. It’d probably be better if he stayed away for a bit.” 

Max and Charles didn’t seem too certain that Oscar truly believed it. But the look in Oscar’s eyes did tell them that there was some truth. Max wanted to bring up the fact that Charles last year did crash out a few times, but he still had a seat. Charles’s hand on his back made him wait. 

It was silent for a moment before George walked up to the group. 

“The new drivers are about to walk in. Do you want to go with me to meet them?” 

Charles and Max looked at him and eagerly nodded. Oscar and Lando shrugged, but agreed to walk with George. Alex said nothing but still tagged along, which made Theo follow the older drivers. 

Time to go see who copped Logan’s driver number. 

Alex truly didn’t want to see another car with the number 2 on it that wouldn’t be Logan. It wouldn’t feel great. But Alex guessed that’s what the past was, an emotion that just gnawed on your insides until it went away with time. 

He once again ran into someone, but this time it was Lando. 

“Lando, why’d you…” 

He wasn’t able to finish his sentence as his eyes were now glued to the turnstiles. 

There was no way. 

Logan grinned when his eyes landed on the small group. George, Max, and Charles were still walking toward him and you, but the other four stopped dead in their tracks. 

“Nice and sunny today?” Logan jokingly questioned as he hugged George first. You made yourself busy with greeting Max and Charles. 

You and Logan had decided to show up in the Lamborghini merchandise. Logan was in a black t-shirt but you were dressed in a Lamborghini issued pantsuit. But for the race next week, the two of you would show up in sponsor clothes. The yellow decals looks great against his black shirt. 

Charles smiled as he leaned back from the hug. “Looking a bit bee-ish today.” 

You rolled your eyes as you looked down your own suit that had bits of yellow intricately designed. 

“Charles,” you whined, “now I won’t be able to see anything else. Even our car is black and yellow.” 

You let out a huff, but the smile on your face contradicted how you were acting. Logan walked up next to you and greeted the other two, which gave you and George time to talk as well. 

“They’re still staring,” Logan murmured as he leaned in to side hug Max. 

“Let them.” 

The now group of five walked farther into the paddock. Logan had wanted to say something, or even look at the other four, but the look on their faces deterred him. With your arm linked in his, you pulled him along, also not giving him a chance to stop. 

“You don’t need them.” 

Logan nodded. 

Charles leaned closer. “They were so sure that Logan wasn’t going to come back this season. I think Lando was betting that Mick would be in the seat.” 

Your smirk grew. “Played them like a violin Logan. Making it look so easy for the rest of us.” 

Logan barely glanced back at the still stuck drivers, who turned around to watch them walk away. 

“They’re looking at me like I did something bad. But, why does it feel good?” the American male asked. His heart wanted to hurt because of how they treated him last year, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel a bit smug at their jaws on the floor. 

Max snorted. “Because they fucked you up last year mate.” 

George let out a gasp and put his hands over your ears. “No bad words around the children Max.” 

You quickly batted his hands away. “I’m twenty-two George. Also, why aren’t your hands over Charles ‘vanilla is the best ice cream flavor’ Leclerc’s ears instead?” 

The Ferrari-driver glared at you. “Says the woman who thinks chocolate is somehow superior.” 

The two of you started to bicker as you walked. George, Max, and Logan laughed from behind. Logan pulled out his phone and took a quick picture before opening his schedule to see who he was with for media. He quietly cursed as he looked at the names. 

George winced at the photo. “I can’t believe that they’re putting you with Lando, Oscar, and Alex.” 

A quick buzz from Max’s phone made him take it out quickly. He smiled as he showed Logan. 

“I guess they changed mine. I’m now with you and the wolves.” 

Logan tried to feel a bit better about it, but he was visibly deflating. He just hoped that he could sit next to the Dutchman without having to sit next to anyone else. 

Thankfully, when it was time, Max had saved him an end seat. It was Logan on the left, then Max, then Alex, then Lando, then Oscar. Logan hadn’t greeted any of them as he walked in, only giving Max a quick smile before they got started. He ran a hand through his hair quickly and his eyes looked over at John, his new PR manager. The older man gave him an encouraging nod as a journalist started to ask Max a question. 

To Logan’s delight, most of the questions were for Max about the RB20 and if it would be as fast as the RB19. Max went through the motions to give his most mundane answer he could muster. Logan started to pick at his fingernails as he waited for the next question, which was for him. His head rose to look at the small crowd. 

“James McHone, with News 5, question for Logan. Why did you come back to race for Lamborghini after a very unsuccessful rookie year with Williams?” 

He wanted to wince, but kept his face neutral. He raised the mic to his lips. 

“Well, uh, I thought I wasn’t done and hadn’t been able to show people what I could do. During 2023 season, I had multiple people telling me that Williams was the best I could ever get and to not throw away a good thing. But in the end, to people it seems that I did throw it away. However, now with Lamborghini and Michael, I think I can finally show that they made the wrong decision.” 

Whispers went through the crowd at his last statement, but the genuine smile on John’s face made him feel better. 

“Melany Lancy, with Circuit Noise, follow up question for Logan. Some drivers have mentioned that a possible return for you hadn’t been something that was believable and that Logan Sargeant should have never gotten into Formula 1. Thoughts?” 

Logan took a deep breath before answering. He smirked and rolled his shoulders a bit. 

“I know I’m a good driver with the right car, and Williams just didn’t have that for me. I believe that Lamborghini has everything that I require. The team has really listened to me and Y/n, my teammate, during the break. The car was designed for us. I hadn’t really heard any rumors regarding drivers saying I should have never been in Formula 1. But all I can really say is if they drop my name, I don’t own them anything. I’m just here to do my job and do it well.”

Logan wasn’t asked any more question after that, but he could see the embarrassed red start to fill in Oscar’s, Lando’s, and Alex’s faces. He hadn’t heard rumors, but he had heard them say that first hand back in Brazil. 

He was quick to stand up and leave once they got the go ahead. He had a big smile as he made his way back to the garage with Max in tow. Somehow, the Lamborghini garage was placed next to Red Bull. On the other side of the navy garage was Ferrari. 

The American could only laugh at the thought of them trying to put both Italian teams garages next to each other. Enzo Ferrari would roll in his grave and Tonino would have a fit. He glanced over to Max before lifting his hand in a wave. 

“Y/n! Lo sai che a Tonino verrebbe un infarto vedendoti nel garage rosso?” (You know that Tonino would have a heart attack seeing you in the red garage?) 

Max’s head whipped at the fluent sounding Italian that left Logan’s mouth. Logan chose to ignore and kept smiling. Even in the Ferrari garage, Charles’s eyes went wide at the sound. The Monegasque’s head turned to you waiting for an answer. 

You waved a hand down like being in the Ferrari garage wasn’t a big deal. 

“E piu come se Enzo si stesse rotolando nella tomba. Charles aveva fatto una prova del gelato per il suo negozio e ne volevo un po’” (More like Enzo is rolling in his grave. Charles had test ice cream for his shop and I wanted some.” 

Logan rolled his eyes. Max just stood there in an utter look of confusion and bewilderment. 

“Charles, hai altro da condividere?” (Charles, do you have more to share?” 

The Ferrari driver was still frozen as he listened to you converse with one of his engineers in fluent Italian. It scared him even more when he truly realized that Logan was fluent as well. He quickly shut his eyes and shook his head before answering. 

“Questi ragazzo. Sono io quello che finira presto nella tomba. Si, ne ho di piu.” (These kids. I’m the one that’s going to be in an early grave. Yes, I have more.) 

Charles beckoned them over. Logan took the lead, letting a still very confused Max follow him. He finally found his voice once he stepped into the garage. 

“Ok, but what the actual fu-” 

“Language!” you yelled, licking the spoon that was currently being used to eat more ice cream. “Charles, I think the tiramisu could use some more espresso. It’s still a bit too sweet.” 

Charles muttered something, but wrote some words down in a separate yellow notebook that had “LEC” on the front. 

Logan had found a cup of some strawberry and started to eat it. Max stood still but was handed a cup of a familiar green ice cream. He looked up at Charles with wide eyes. 

“I thought you said that this was an abomination to the ice cream society Charlie,” the Dutchman said with a smirk on his face. 

Charles went a bit red. 

“Well, you like it so…” he didn’t finish and just let the words die off. Max just hummed contently as he ate the peppermint flavored ice cream. After Charles finished writing something, he took a deep breath. 

“So, when did the two of you learn Italian?” 

Your mouth was full of ice cream so you nudged Logan. He put the spoon back in the little cup before answering. 

“Y/n and I always thought it’d be funny to learn a language so that we could talk about stuff together and not everyone would know. I wanted to learn Russian but someone couldn’t tell the difference between the vowels.” 

You let out a whine at his confession. 

“Russian also doesn’t sound as sexy as Italian.” 

Without realizing, Max hummed in agreement. Charles went bright red at that as well. 

“Anyway, so when we were in F3 together for a little bit, we started to buckle down and learn it. Took about a year and a half to master it but we did.” 

The Ferrari driver looked a bit pained as he looked down at his cup. If Logan knew Italian, what had he overheard when Charles wasn’t aware. Logan could only guess what he was feeling like right now. 

“Charles, I never overheard anything bad from you. And if I did, it was only constructive criticism. I actually listened to it a lot and it helped with COTA.” 

Logan put a hand on Charles’s shoulder to try to convey that he really didn’t care. The Monegasque was never mean or rude toward him, like some orange drivers were. And Logan thinks that’s why it hurts more. The people who were supposed to be his good friends were mean to him. And the people who he wasn’t even that close with were nicer. It made his brain hurt. 

You took this as a moment to also confess something. 

“Logan also knows Dutch.” 

The American went bright red under Max’s eyes. The Dutchman had a big smirk.  

“Weet je?” (Do you now?) 

Logan didn’t reply in the language. 

“Yes, I know some. I’m not as fluent as you are.” 

“He wanted to learn it so he could understand most of your other interviews where you talked more about the car.” 

“Y/n!” Logan whipped around and yelled. You only shrugged. 

“It’s the truth.” 

Logan then suddenly remembered something. He turned toward Charles. 

“Y/n knows French!” 

A spoon hit his head, but the American didn’t even flinch. This time, it was your turn to turn as red as the Ferrari car behind you. 

Charles cooed at, surprisingly, the both of them. 

“Aw, multi-lingual babies.” 

Your head was in your hands. “I am never talking to you ever again.” 

“Well that’s not helpful,” a male voice sounded at the front of the garage. Michael and Marissa were both smiling at the group of four. You slid off the table that you were currently sitting on. 

“I guess that’s our cue to go. Remember Charles, more espresso, less depresso.” 

You led Logan out of the garage as you followed the siblings. 

“Je te verrai plus tard petite abeille!” (I’ll see you later little bee!) 

You groaned once more after hearing Charles call after you. You glared up at Logan.

“You better be thankful that I love you.” 

Logan put a hand on his heart. “Aww, love you too.” 

“I still won’t hesitate to run you off the track though.” 

“Wouldn’t doubt it tesoro.” 

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lamborghini_racing didn't throw away a good thing

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lambo_f1duo ok, but the caption slays 💅

swift_on_track truly is a reputations era, the black fits are fitting

charles_leclerc look, you even came in your little bee car 🐝

phoenix95 I will run you off the track with said bee car, it comes with a stinger

charles_leclerc ok, no more ice cream for you

phoenix95 I TAKE IT BACK PLEASE DONT DO THAT

f1_gridgang man, this team is going to be top of the grid

lambof1 your honor, I fear they slayed too much

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venus2 i'd do it over and over and over again if I could

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lambovsferrari glad to see you back in the paddock bro, wouldn't be the same without you 💪

loscar_no_more BAHAHAHA NOT OSCAR HIDING IN THE LIKES

my_goat_logan you're going to come back even better than before!

phoenix95 picture creds would be preferable 🤨

venus2 oh sorry, thanks max for taking the pictures

maxverstappen1 you're welcome!

phoenix95 I still have Charles in my garage

maxverstappen1 you give him BACK

phoenix95 no.

charles_leclerc THAT'S IT - NO MORE ICE CREAM FOR THE TWO OF YOU (Logan let me out)

venus2 on it

ferrari&lambo_crew by I know that Enzo is rolling in his grave rn and Tonino is on the verge of an aneurism

tswizzlexf1 the I Did Something Bad lyrics >>>>>>

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phoenix95 it just felt so good

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booktok she's a racer AND A BOOKWORM?? she's just my type

venusxphoenix and Logan's too apparently

y/n.nation I'm digging the new layout and profile

venus2 you're welcome for the books

phoenix95 could have gotten them myself (ily and thank you)

charles_leclerc you're being...too nice 🤨

venus2 she loves me

phoenix95 gag (affectionately) 🫶

charles_leclerc SEE

maxverstappen1 it's her love language

venus2 it's the same as you and max talking about each other to everyone else

charles_leclerc low blow man, low blow 👊😔

rari_lambo_quartet I love them your honor

bee_lamborghini so ready for the first race

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"wanna hang out?" * ls2

it's never fun feeling like an outsider, so you'd sworn that nobody would ever feel the way you did all those years ago

pairings: logan sargeant x platonic fem!driver

notes: also nothing to do with vr, but ON GOD I'VE GOT SOMETHING PLANNED WITH THEM I- i am also making this a mini series, because i cant physically sit down and write anything too long because this ask was very long and i simply can't not break it down into parts im sorry anon i love you

| "wanna hang out?" | driver's parade | american burgers | american football | the thanksgiving incident | another williams adoptee | beating the heat | you’re embarrassing me | santa baby | the favourite driver | the situationship | it's nice to have a friend |

"mate, just go up and him and say 'hi'. it's not that hard."

"i know, but i'm scared."

"scared? he's a 22-year-old. he won't bite you."

"you don't know that!"

"he's a really nice kid. just go up to him and ask him if he wants to hang out."

"okay, but only if you come with me?"

"you're a fully grown adult! you don't need me with you to play matchmaker to get a new friend."

"please, george? i'm asking you this one favour."

"no can do. look! there he is! go!"

that's the last thing you hear before you are rudely shoved out of alex's driver's room. you press your lips together into a thin line, fists balled by your side as you hear george close the door behind you. you knew hanging out with george in alex's room without alex is stupid.

you had simply noticed the american rookie quietly following the thai driver around, not making many conversations with other drivers during the pre-season test a couple of weeks ago. while you're very well equipped with making friends and incorporating yourself with the rest of your colleagues, logan seemed to be one of the people you found quite difficult to approach.

not because he's unapproachable. simply because he is also very quiet and reserved on his own. once upon a time, when you first joined formula 1 as the only woman on the grid, you were good friends with charles. that was before you had drifted apart amidst all the outright comparisons everyone would make, and eventually, you had fallen into his shadow while he achieved greater things in the sport.

you had learned to find solace in your own company for about a year or so, only speaking to whoever spoke to you. it wasn't until things started falling into place when toto wolff had picked you to race with mercedes, following lewis hamilton's retirement in 2021 after failing to secure himself a championship.

logan, who has just finished his climb up the stairs, flashes you a friendly smile as he fiddles with his keys. "hey," he greets you, before abruptly turning to unlock the door to his driver's room.

"hi," you smile, awkwardly wiping your palms against the material of your shorts. "i haven't had the chance to properly introduce myself to you. i'm (y/n)."

he pushes his door open, craning his neck to acknowledge you. "i know. i've been a big fan since you joined the sport," he glances elsewhere before meeting your eyes again, "i'm logan?"

"right, we already know that," you sigh, shaking your head. you take a step forward, maintaining your distance from the entrance of his driver's room. you don't want to wind up overstepping your welcome. "um, well, welcome to formula 1."

he smiles at you, slightly more genuine this time. you watch as he puts his bag down by the door. "thank you."

"no problem." you bite on the inside of your cheek, turning around to open the door to alex's driver's room. you hear the door creaking behind you, and you vaguely remember that all this awkward conversation wasn't initiated for nothing.

you turn back around and try to hold the door open. your palm meets the door, logan flinching back in surprise as you tilt your head to peek up at him. "have you had your lunch yet?"

he shakes his head. "why?"

"george and i are waiting for alex to finish his meeting with james before we go and grab lunch somewhere in the paddocks," you smile. "wanna hang out?"

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Deuxmoi, October 2018 - March 2023

October 2018

Spotted: This curly haired driver was trying to be discreet in Austin but failed miserably. It might have worked if he didn’t have a bright pink cowboy hat on. I hope the brunette who gave it to him knows the cowboy hat rule!

April 2019 

Spotted: Could have sworn I saw Daniel Ricciardo at Coachella weekend two with a short brunette. When I looked again I wasn’t sure, but they were making out and happy.

August 2019

Spotted: The breakout Netflix driver on a family Disney trip. His “friend” according to the show had his nephew on her hip, and they all had matching mouse ears. He couldn’t stop putting an arm around her shoulder or having his hand at her back. Too cute.

Spotted: First time submission and it’s a Big One. In a dive bar in Vegas and Daniel Ricciardo walked in with his girlfriend/assistant/whatever she is but she’s cute. Took a booth at the back and they ordered beers and shots, flirting constantly. Once the dancing started they were on the floor and his hands were ALL OVER HER. Got a sneaky photo too.

April 2020

Spotted: Was at an Optus event before the now cancelled Australian Grand Prix (sadness) and Daniel Ricciardo was guest of honour. The brunette he’s always photographed with was there too, they are NOT just friends. His hand was around her waist and he was making sure her drink was always full. Plus I spotted her talking with some of the bigwigs from Optus, Daniel was watching her with heart eyes all the time.

August 2020

Name: Francophone 

Email: [email protected] 

Subject: Breaking the rules? 

Message: Ever since this paddock playboy joined his latest team he’s had a pass available for his alleged best friend. Thanks to the pandemic rules it’s staff only, and she’s been upgraded to assistant. Seems like a way to get his fuckbuddy to work with him. 

June 2021

Name: Mediterranean Marvel

Email: [email protected]

Subject: Unexpected attendee

Message: Walking past the marina in Monaco and spotted Charles LeClerc and Daniel Ricciardo on Charles’ yacht. Charles girlfriend was there, Ricciardo had his arm around a tattooed brunette in a skimpy bikini. Didn’t get a good look at her, but I don’t think it was the girl he’s seen with at races! New girlfriend?

December 2021

Name: Desert Diva

Email: [email protected]

Subject: Heartbreak

Message: In the lounge in Dubai and spotted Daniel Ricciardo saying goodbye to his girlfriend while they were both crying. His friends gave her hugs too, and everyone looked miserable. She managed to hold it together mostly until he left, but we were on the same plane and she was crying most of the flight. His insta looks like he’s back in Australia and quarantining, guess the wedding rumours aren’t true. She was so sweet to the staff, apologising for being a mess. That rumour that she’s a cheater is a lie, those two are too cute.

June 2022

Spotted: Walking around Perth Zoo for the weekend and who do I see but hometown hero Daniel Ricciardo. Didn’t take photos cause he was there with family, it looked like his girlfriend and his niece and nephew. I see why his girlfriend’s been MIA recently, she looked pretty ill. They were adorable though, his niece kept holding her hand and asking to be carried whenever we walked past them. Glad to see them together and happy, hopefully his performance improves.

October 2022

Spotted: I just saw Daniel Ricciardo and his girlfriend in the Target in Wooten, Austin. Bought groceries and sheets? No idea.

March 2023

Name: It’s fucking orange

Email: [email protected]

Subject: Disgustingly cute

Message: Daniel Ricciardo and Scotty James’ fiancées were both at Eras Tour night one in Vegas. Wearing costumes and singing/yelling along. The two of them had all the words to All Too Well, and I think Em was FaceTiming Daniel during Our Song.

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[farmerlarrry]

Orange Slices (Joel Miller x f!reader)

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story summary: A story about finding companionship and love in the midst of chaos.

a/n: Short–er chapter than usual, but the last few larger chapters completely turned my brain into mush lol and needed a little bit of fluff to cleanse my palate. The last bit was heavily inspired by the song “Wondering Why” by The Red Clay Strays, so shout out to all the people on tiktok for saying this is the perfect song to slow dance to, ily! I hope you are all having a lovely start to December! Stay safe!! :)

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Chapter Fifteen

Neither you nor Joel spoke of that night in the weeks that followed. Although left unspoken, what almost happened never left your thoughts. Every waking moment, whether you were with Joel or not, it consumed every part of you, oftentimes leaving you wondering if you’d ever get a chance like that again. You were sure it consumed Joel as well. He was still the same man as before, but something very subtly changed. The way he treats you and looks at you– something was different behind those complex eyes, something deep down. It was almost as if he’d gone soft on you, but was desperately trying to hide the fact, probably a way to try and protect himself. If that was the case, you understood why.  

There was a small part of you that felt embarrassed about that night, your feelings had been put on full display, something that you didn’t think Joel was aware of up until that point. His had been too, which made you wonder if he was embarrassed about it as well– if he regretted revealing that part of him–and perhaps that’s why nothing had been said by him. Every time that thought resurfaced, it nearly sent you into a panic.

You kept having to reassure yourself, knowing him, if he had regretted it, things would not have stayed so… normal between the two of you. Joel still stops by your place in the morning, the two of you sharing breakfast and coffee before heading out for patrol. If anything, the two of you began spending more time together. On the nights you aren’t at Charles’, you and Joel spend together. Tommy would sometimes join, but when Nessa found out about it all of a sudden she needed Tommy home more. 

Although you told yourself that you’d stop drinking, it was the one thing you and Joel often did together. Wake up, patrol, drink… you had a nearly permanent headache, but for you, it was a small price to pay. You were finally content with the life you’ve created, even happy at times. 

James had been avoiding you since that day too. You truly intended to talk to him, not that what you’d say would make things any better, but you at least owed that to him; an explanation. Of the many times you tried, he’d either leave as soon as you were within a 20-foot radius of him and the times you caught him off guard, he’d simply walk away without a word or look directed at you. You missed your chance to talk to James, missed the opportunity when it actually counted, and would come off as genuine.

You thought of maybe writing him a letter, leaving it on his doorstep or with Charles to pass it on to him– that way you’d know for certain he got it, whether he ended up reading it or ripping it to shreds; at least you would know that you tried. Ultimately, the thought seemed insincere and cringe, so you decided just to let things be. 

The remnants of your actions haunted you enough as it is. Between the dirty looks you received from Heather and Aimee, the cold shoulder treatment you received from Nessa, and Dottie constantly asking why you and James never come over together anymore– you felt like all that was punishment enough.

“Why don’t you and James ever come over together anymore,” Dottie often asked some variation of this question crossing her arms and furrowing her brows.

With Charles grimacing in the background, pretending as if he doesn’t hear, you’d return Dott’s curiosity with your own variation of answers– our schedules don’t line up anymore, he’s busy tonight, I was busy with… You wondered if she pressed James about it every time he came over, wondering what he said in response. 

Your actions followed you wherever you went, the only time you had real peace was when you were either alone at home, or when you were out on patrol with Joel with no one else around. The constant stares you received from the other guards around your age left you wondering who had been running their mouths and how much of it was actually the truth. 

Jackson reminded you much of the small town you were from, at least from what little you remember of it. The sense of a close-knit community, for the most part, you could rely on each other, but when it came to the gossip… Everyone took what they heard as fact and had no issues spreading it around.

–

The night after you and Charles spoke in the isolated corner of Jackson BBQ, you went over to his house for dinner as planned. A nervousness fisted your stomach, making it twist and turn with every hesitant step you took toward his house. You wondered if James would be there; if Charles had told him of your company that night– 

Unsurprisingly, James had not come. You weren’t quite sure if you were relieved by this or if some part of you had wished had shown up. 

After the excitement of your company had settled and Dottie and Henry went to sleep, you and Charles sat in his study like the two of you used to do. Most of the time spent had been in silence, but you knew Charles had something to say. His face clearly indicated he was biting his tongue, forcing himself to swallow whatever words that had been filling his mouth, remaining unspoken. 

“James is a good boy, you know,” He finally spoke, his words coming out calm but a feeling of heat behind them lingered after the room returned to silence. You let out a huff of air. “He’s got a good head on his shoulders.” 

All you could do was nod; a nod with no meaning other than you didn’t want to leave what he said unacknowledged. What you really wanted to do at the moment was roll your eyes, and if it had been anyone other than Charles initiating this conversation, perhaps you would have. 

“And,” His voice shook as if he was unsure whether to continue, smacking his lips and taking a moment to ponder on his thoughts. You watched him carefully out of the corner of your eye, your body slumped in the firm sofa chair. You tapped your fingers along your thigh as you waited for him to continue. “Joel, he’s–”

At the sound of his name, you shot up from out of your chair before he could finish, beginning to take long strides toward the front door. Whatever he was going to say about Joel, you didn’t want to hear it. You endured the nasty comments from everyone too often, biting your tongue when all you wanted to do was shoot something nasty back at them. You wouldn’t hear it from Charles. 

As you opened the door, Charles came up from behind you, pushing his palm against the door causing it to slam shut. The sound vibrated through the house leaving Charles cringing and eyeing the children’s bedrooms. Although your hand remained on the doorknob, you hadn’t tried to open it again, standing still while your breathing became messy, your chest rising and falling rapidly. 

“Joel’s a fine man too,” Charles’ voice was dark as he spoke, but he was quick to release the words. His statement slightly caught you off guard, forcing you to face him slowly. You couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye and instead settled on staring at his shoes. “A lot of people here don’t get him and that’s– it is what it is, but he's a good man. He cares and a lot of people don’t nowadays.” 

You felt as if you were stripped bare, your mind and soul naked and completely vulnerable. All you could do was stare at the ground, how the shadow of Charles’ shoes met the raw grain of the wood and the gaps between each plank leading to an abyss of darkness. You couldn’t bring yourself to move, your shoulders tensing up to the point of pain. 

“Why are you telling me this?” Your voice was small. Putting his arm on your shoulder, Charles guided you over to the couch. The two of you took a seat in unison. 

“James told me his… suspicious the day Joel came back, and then you were wearing Joel’s shirt at dinner– let me finish,” His voice was calm, soothing your panic. You tried to butt in, demanding to know whatever James told him, but Charles made you listen. “As I told you before, I’m not going to tell you what to do, but I’ll offer you my thoughts, you can take them as they are.” 

Taking a moment to calm yourself, you nodded, urging him to continue. In, out, in… you guided yourself, the stuffy warm air barely doing anything to ease your breathing.

“Regardless of going about it the wrong way, you’re allowed to feel that way– you aren’t… you don’t belong to anyone,” He finally spoke, the reassurance running through you like a sip of cold water on a hot summer day. 

“I fucked up Charles,” You stated simply. “I should’ve– I should have actually talked to James, but Joel came back and– and–” You shook your head, coming to a loss for words, “I didn’t know if Joel would feel the same, and talking about it to anyone was just too much.  I– I don’t know. I thought I liked James, I really did, but when I saw Joel– and my heart, I just felt–”

The words rushed out of your mouth, you weren’t sure if any of it made sense. Charles nodded as he listened, though you weren’t sure he quite understood. You shrugged to signal you were out of words, left with nothing else to say as your breathing turned to shallow sharp inhales. Charles grabbed your hand, holding it in his, and ran soft strokes along your knuckles. You stared at your conjoined hands as he continued, it reminded you of your father, and how he used to calm you when you were in a panic. 

“Does Joel feel the same way?” Charles’ voice was monotonous when he asked. Forcing yourself to look up at him, you swallowed against the lump in your throat.

“Wha– what?” You narrowed your eyes at him, confused. Your heart began to beat wildly in your chest.

“You said you didn’t know if Joel would feel the same way,” he quickly responded, a hint of confusion gleaming in his eyes.

You brought in your bottom lip tugging on it continuously between your teeth as flashbacks from the previous night poured in. You hadn’t realized your wording, you should’ve been more careful. 

“I don’t know,” you quickly correct yourself. You weren’t entirely wrong, for all you knew last night was just… you let out a soft sigh at your own thoughts. “I don’t know if he does.”

A silence fell between the two of you and you became too aware of the soft ticking of the wall clock. Tick, tick, tick. It sounded loud in your ears, your eardrums seizing on each tick.

“Let me talk to James, okay?” he finally said. A weight instantly released from your tense shoulders, the lingering headache disappearing in an instant. Coward, a voice whispered to you, but you ignored it–at least tried to ignore it. 

“Please don’t tell anyone,” A heat washed over your face, your body folding in on itself, “about Joel, that is.” 

–

On this particular night, after a long day’s journey to an abandoned ranch and back, you and Joel found yourselves at The Tipsy Bison, tucked in the corner taking in drink after drink and going back and forth between playing billiards and darts.

The bartender for the night apparently was not very happy with how rowdy the two of you became over who won and who lost as well as how riled up you made some of the other guests for the night, to which he sent over Nora– out of everyone, her? You rolled your eyes, knowing she would likely report this back to James– to tell you it was time to wrap things up and go elsewhere. 

“Yours or mine?” Joel asked without fully clarifying what he meant, he knew you would know what he was asking. You jogged the few feet that separated the two of you, nearly tripping over your own feet before slowing down as he pushed against the door with his back and held it open for you. 

You took a moment to think as you stumbled out onto the porch, your hand lightly finding his wrist to grab onto for a short moment to keep you steady. He waited for your answer, slowly taking a few steps down, his torso angled towards you. You were humming softly to yourself as you sort through your thoughts, which were a blur even to you given your state. 

“Probably yours, because–” you started to say but stopped yourself mid-sentence. Joel completely turned his body to face you, now slowly walking backward in front of you. His face twisted in confusion. “Actually, I know a place we can go to.”

Joel cocked his head waiting for you to reveal the location.

The abandoned building.

–

The entire walk you were hoping to whatever higher power there was that the others weren’t there. You didn’t see them at the bar so that didn’t leave many other places they could be. You knew that Drew and James were both due to go out for an overnight run sometime this week to Teton Valley, but that still left Heather, Aimee, and Nessa unaccounted for. They wouldn’t go out there, not without James or Drew, you kept telling yourself–reassuring yourself–of the fact that the three girls were a bit wary of how far away the building was from the main part of the community, regardless of the safety each guard ensured as a priority.

It wasn’t a quick walk by any means. You had to walk past the cemetery and greenhouses to where a field lay bare. In recent months, Maria has tasked some of the community members to turn half of it into more farmland and the other half left to expand the greenhouses, but the work efforts have been slow, especially with the urgent help with harvesting. 

Past the field where the trees stand dense, there is a pathway, easily missed if you don’t know what you’re looking for. That pathway leads to the building and about a hundred yards past the building was the fencing that kept Jackson contained.  

Although it was hidden away from the community and not used for anything in particular, many of the guards as well as Maria and Tommy knew about it. No one ever explicitly said not to go to it, but many of those who knew about it seem to forget about it which is how it became the go to hang out spot for you and the others. It offered a sense of secrecy with safety and was far enough from the main parts of Jackson where you never had to worry about being too loud. 

The darkness crawled at your skin and a feeling of being watched hovered around you which seemed to help you sober up. Joel was behind you, only a few feet separating you from him. Occasionally you’d peer over your shoulder, mainly to make sure he was still there, in case you needed him for some reason. You could tell, even in the darkness, he was a bit hesitant about following you. 

“Where’re we goin’?” Joel asked for the fifth time as you passed the cemetery, each time he asked his tone became less and less patient. Regardless of his tone, the sound of his voice sent a calming effect to run its course through your body, settling your churning insides. 

“You don’t like surprises huh?” A faint smile formed as the breathy words came out of your mouth. It amused you to see him like this; fidgety like he had ants in his pants.

“No, not–” His voice conveyed to you that he was very clearly annoyed. You let out an overdramatic sigh which immediately shut him up. 

“You’re no fun,” You turned your body to look at him, narrowing your eyes at him as you stopped walking. He only stopped when there was about a foot separating the two of you. 

“Fun enough for you to spend your nights with me ‘parently,” he spat back almost immediately, a bit of humor and amusement lingering in his tone. As much as you wanted to fire back at him, you ignored his comment and started to slowly continue down the field. You could almost make out the details of the trees even in the darkness, meaning you were almost there. 

“Remember how I told you I would hang out with Nessa and her friends?” he nodded, falling into step right next to you. You paused before continuing, “I’m taking you to where we used to go.”

“And if they’re there?” The words rushed out of his mouth. The thought made a sense of anxiety fill your chest. 

“I think Drew and James are gone, but if the other three are there, then… we’ll find somewhere else to go.” You tried to steady your voice as you spoke. The thought of them seeing the two of you together, especially seeing you and Joel go to a place that’s so… secluded, did not settle well in your gut. 

When Joel didn’t answer, you looked up at his face. His lips were set in a thin, tight line and his eyes were hardened, locked on the gravel crunching beneath his boots with each heavy step. You pinned your eyebrows together, is he anxious? Anxious that they will be there, that they’ll see us, or anxious that it will just be us? 

You took one step to the side closer to him and gently knocked your elbow against Joel’s arm, catching his attention. His eyes widened as if he had been lost in some sort of mind-consuming thought.

“Okay?” You asked, desperate for some sort of reassurance that he was okay and this was okay.

He gave you a single nod, his body remaining tense. 

–

The lights weren’t on when you arrived at the crumbling building, a shadow of blackness surrounded it. Regardless of the fact, you still slowly peeked your head inside to make sure no one had been in there before trying the switch to illuminate the dark room. Even though they didn’t come on, you still flipped the switch a few more times, desperately hoping you wouldn’t have to go in blind. The building was relatively safe, but the dark still gave you the chills–the thought of something hiding, waiting to grab you– the fear still haunted you. 

You let out a loud sigh.

“The generator is a bit finicky,” you said plainly. The many memories of Drew kicking at it and cursing under his breath immediately resurfaced.

“Sure it’s safe?” he asked as he poked his head past the threshold of the door. Joel gently grabbed onto your bicep as he continued to survey the vast darkness of the building. His concern provoked a small breathy laugh from you. 

“Let’s hope,” you responded, half serious. Joel let out a throaty hum, not coming off as too enthusiastic. 

Joel followed closely behind you as you entered. 

–

You finally managed to get the generator that James somehow managed to get many moons ago to turn on and went around to the various outlets to plug in the string lights. Joel slowly walked around the perimeter of the room with his hands clasped behind his back, running his eyes along the walls filled with posters and pictures the gang had once put up, looking at the furniture all of you managed to take from the donation center somehow unnoticed or from the few homes that remained unoccupied. Though you were never on the best terms with most of them, a lot of memories had been created in this very room–times of peace and ease. Showing him this place must have felt almost as vulnerable as it must have felt for him showing you his spot. An ache began to develop deep in your chest. You let out a deep sigh, letting the ache escape into the air.

His eyes lingered for a good while on a section of the wall that had been solely dedicated to the Polaroid pictures that had been taken on the nights spent here. Bringing his fingers up to one that was stuck at an angle beneath another picture, he pulled it loose. From your quick glance across the room, you didn’t have to be next to him to know that it was the picture of you and James. 

James had both of his hands covering your eyes, a wide grin spread across his face. You had your hands wrapped around his wrists, your knuckles white as you tried to tear them away from your face. The longer you thought about it, you could have sworn you could hear yours and James’ overlapping giggles, Nessa yelling out ‘cheese’ before pressing down the shutter button. The ache formed once again, this time spreading from your chest to the pit of your stomach.

Without saying anything, barely provoking any sort of reaction from him, Joel turned and set it down on one of the side tables. As the picture left the tips of his fingers, his attention was immediately shifted elsewhere. Joel picked up one of the records from the stack piled on one of the small side tables, taking a seat on the worn and faded brown couch.

The distraction allowed you to swiftly sweep past the table, picking up the photo and slipping it into your back pocket to be discarded eventually. 

You came up to Joel’s side. Using the back of the wooden chair next to him to keep you stable, you bent over the side of the couch to the corner where the last string of light’s plug hung free from the outlet. The heat of his body clung to the back of your cold limbs and you leaned in, closing the distance between the two of you. Joel cleared his throat awkwardly, the sound startling you and causing you to fumble the plug, making it fall behind the couch. 

‘Sorry,” your voice was muffled as you reached your hand into the darkness, feeling around for the plug. A heat began to burn in your cheeks, spreading down to your chest, as you realized why Joel cleared his throat. You practically pinned him against the edge of the couch with your ass in his face.

You began to move faster, your fingers becoming tangled with the cord as you pushed it firmly into the plug. A small wheeze came from him as you straightened yourself, retreating a step back. 

“Sorry,” The words were now barely above a whisper. You raised your eyebrows, widening your eyes at him as you try to remain as neutral as possible. His eyebrows twitched as he finally brought himself to look up at you. You could have sworn his eyes glazed over the entirety of your body before eventually meeting your eyes. 

“Where’d you get these?” His voice was tight, guilty sounding as he changed the subject.

“Drew gets them when he goes into the cities outside of Jackson,” you responded, taking one step closer towards Joel, peering around his arm in the narrow space at the record he had been holding onto. “Most of them aren’t very good, but he picks up what he can find– I suppose it’s better than nothing.” 

He nodded very subtly, pinning his brows together as he flipped the record over, looking at the songs listed on the backside.

“And the player?” He questioned further. Joel must have heard the hitch in your breath with the look he gave you in return to which you turned on your heel, heading toward the couch sitting opposite from where Joel was.

“It was James’ father’s at one point,” You responded dryly, slightly cringing as you remembered how serious James was the night he brought it, making sure everyone– especially Drew– knew if it broke, there would be serious consequences. Joel said nothing in response, just going back to sifting through the various records.

The vibe completely changed from the time you left the bar to now–an odd sense of intimacy lingered heavily in the room. You needed a drink, just one to shake off this sudden awareness. 

Your eyes swept the room, landing on the old dented filing cabinet tucked next to the door. It was where the group kept all the alcohol each of you had been able to scrounge up as well as the collection of unmatching glasses that sat upon a tea cloth on the top. The filing cabinet was simply for safekeeping, you were desperately hoping that it hadn’t been emptied since the last time you were there. 

The broken handle was cold on your fingertips as you pulled on it. The drawer did not budge and you rolled your eyes, fully taking a seat on the ground so the top drawer was now eye level. You curse softly under your breath. Of course one of them would keep it locked up– probably Drew… greedy bastard, you thought.

You never noticed anyone locking it before, but then again, you had never paid that close attention–you didn’t need to. Running your fingers over the metal latches and then over the face of the lock, you pinned your eyebrows together. You’ve worked with this kind of lock many times before when you were still out on your own. They weren’t complicated locks, low security if anything due to them having a universal one-pronged key amongst this type.

Without any further thought, you pulled the small knife out of your pocket and flipped it open, ramming the tip into the keyhole. If you could just get it at the correct angle, it should just pop open. You didn’t care if the others knew someone had been in here. 

With a bit of jiggling, the shackle popped loose causing the corners of your lips to twitch slightly into a smile. Your eyes went wide as you opened the drawer–there was just as much, if not more than the last time you saw it. 

Rising back onto your feet, you look over your shoulder back at Joel who was still fully occupied by the record collection. His face was stuck in a deep sense of concentration.

Picking a bottle at random, you turned to face Joel shaking the bottle. The sound of the liquid sloshing against the sides and lapping over itself seemed to catch his attention as he snapped his head up, looking in your direction through his brows. 

“Want some?” you offered when he didn’t say anything, jutting the bottle out toward him. He narrowed his eyes, trying to look at the label– contemplating– before shaking his head and returning his attention back to the records. You simply shrugged before turning back around, flipping over one of the various drinking glasses on the top of the cabinet, and began to pour a generous amount. 

You kicked your feet at the concrete ground, dust and dirt dancing through the air, as you slowly made your way over to the other couch that sat across from the one Joel was currently settled on. Laying the entire length of your body sideways on the couch and resting your head on the padded armrest, you closed your eyes– just for a moment, you told yourself– holding your drink on your stomach with one hand and the other playing with the edge of one of the cushions where the stuffing began to leak out. 

When you opened your eyes, Joel was leaning over, placing one of the many records onto the platter of the player. Gently he let the needle fall onto the edge and pressed the button to turn it on. Music softly filled the room, the sound emitting from the speakers sounded muffled and scratchy, yet comforting and nostalgic. 

As Joel returned to his spot, leaning into the back cushion and widening his grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes, you caught his attention. Holding his gaze, you sat upright, downing the rest of your drink and resting the glass on the ground. 

“What?” He asked as you flashed him a toothy smile, your lips spreading thinly across your face as the corners reached your eyes and the second wave of alcohol hit your bloodstream.

–

The music began to flow through your veins, your body swaying without any coherent thought running through your mind. Spreading your arms out at your sides, you began to spin slowly and your body began to feel weightless; your surroundings and Joel blurring together with each turn. The air running over your skin made goosebumps dance up your arms and you let out a small giggle. You felt so free… so loose… so… happy. You felt like the person you had once been a long, long time ago.

Slowing your spin to a stop, you quickly became dizzy as you came to your senses, your brain struggling to comprehend that you were no longer going in circles. With the alcohol in your system, it made your body’s reaction twice as clumsy. Joel was watching you carefully, a small smile on his face, and appeared to be very amused by you. You began to tumble to the side, the opposite direction of any sort of furniture to stabilize yourself, as your feet tangled together. Joel lunged from his sitting position for you, looping one hand around your back, the other grasping onto your bicep.

“Woah,” The noise came out of you in a breathy whisper as the falling sensation subsided. Joel’s eyes were soft in the dim lighting of the room, the light reflecting off of his dark and ever-tired eyes. 

As he helped you back up to the stability of your feet, he kept hold of your shoulders. You could feel his fingers gently but firmly pressing into your skin making your heart skip a few beats. Through your still semi-blurred vision, you make eye contact with Joel, who is steadily holding onto your gaze. His face, complex as usual, leaves you completely in the dark about what might be running through his mind. The look in his eyes took you back to that night. 

You softly ran your hands up along his arm until you reached his biceps, hesitating to curl your fingers around them. Dropping your gaze from his, you run your fingers along his worn flannel, the fabric is soft under the tips. All you can focus on at the moment is the feeling of the fabric between your fingers and the warmth that radiates from underneath. Joel has yet to move a muscle since you returned his gesture, though you were almost positive you could hear the beating of his heart– deep and wild.

Slowly moving your eyes along his chest to the skin peaking out where the top few buttons were undone–his chest hair poking through– up along his neck and into his eyes. Something changed from a few moments prior, from early this evening. Your breath hitches as his throat bobs and his tongue darts between his lips.

As you began to part your lips, trying to find any words to say, Joel very slowly ran one of his hands up your back, finding a home at the base of your neck where skin meets hair. Very softly he ran his thumb over your hairline, over and over. He was looking at you, but it felt like his gaze had been deeper– deeper than whatever he saw on the surface. 

“I haven’t heard this song in a very long time,” His voice was quiet but hoarse, rattling low. You had to force yourself to swallow, your mouth and throat growing drier by the second.

Before you could muster up a response– even a reaction– Joel gently pulled your head into his chest. You didn’t protest, you would let him do whatever he wanted to you at this moment. His hand lingered at the base of your neck with your ear flush against his chest. Still, he softly ran his finger along your hairline causing a chill to make its way down your spine. Your heart felt as if it were beating outside of your chest and you noticed how deeply and fast Joel’s was beating in unison.

Joel took the lead as the two of you began to sway your bodies in unison, simply shifting your weight between each foot, very slowly turning in a circle. With your arms loosely wrapped around his torso, you began to run the fabric between your index finger and thumb again. This is the moment you’ve been craving since you were left on your own at the beginning of the outbreak– a sense of safety, a sense of companionship, anything other than the loneliness that rotted inside your heart for far too long– always too afraid to admit it, too afraid to get close to anyone for the next day is never promised. Sure, you caved into the intimacy of physical touch, but emotionally… you’ve never let yourself cave into that. But Joel… Joel was different. This was different. 

The longer the music went on, transitioning from one song to another, a calmness settled between the two of you, your bodies melting into one another becoming one. You hadn’t dared to move your head, afraid that he’d let go of you entirely if you moved even just a bit; afraid that this moment would end sooner than you desired.

As the record player sputtered to a stop, the music abruptly leaving the room empty and silent, you and Joel remained together, swaying back and forth. Joel’s heartbeat returned to a steady, comforting beat. He flattened his palms against your back as a way to tell you, don’t let go– not yet. So you didn't, you would remain in his arms until he was ready to let go. 

Without creating any distance between your bodies, you shift your head to look up at him, your chin firmly pressed against the bare part of his chest. He angled his head just right so he could look down at you. For a moment all you and Joel could do is stare at each other, as if the two of you haven’t stolen enough glances in the time you’ve known each other. Joel’s bottom lip was full of color and slightly swollen as if he had been chewing on it. You blinked a few times to bring yourself to the present moment.

“I missed you,” The words flowed out of you before you could think of what the consequences of admitting that would be. In the moment it felt right, you felt safe enough to admit that to him and you wanted him to know.

His face was set in stone, but a glimmer of something appeared in his eye and his shoulders appeared to relax as he slowly exhaled. It seemed like he didn't know what to say back. You didn’t care if he felt the same way if he missed you or even cared for you the way you do for him. All that mattered was that he knew someone had missed him, that his absence here mattered to you.

“You’re the only person who makes me feel sane,” You followed up in a whisper, returning the side of your face to his chest and tightening your arms around him. His heart rate picked up once again– deep and wild. 

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A week later, Charles was cleared to be transferred to Monaco and continue treatment at home. He was happy to leave the hospital at last and try to forget that he wasn't in Mexico battling with the rest of the grid. He wouldn't miss the hospital. He was going to be able to return to the comfort of his bed and his flat. The only downside was that Lyanna wouldn't be joining him for a few days. She had some urgent business to attend to in London. He didn't know much more about it. Of course he had tried to get her to talk, but the young woman always managed to avoid the subject by redirecting his attention elsewhere. After a while, he finally gave up, telling himself that she would talk to him when she was ready to do so.

Lyanna was going to travel back and forth between London and Monaco. She had a meeting with her lawyer to find out how they were going to proceed following James' lawsuit. Her lawyer had told her that he sincerely believed that James barked more than he bit and that he would not go any further.  Although Lyanna was of the same opinion, she preferred to take her precautions and explore all her options so as to be able to fight back. She had just told the truth. But if things got any worse, she knew it would be her word against his.

She hadn't said anything to Charles, he had enough on his plate without her adding to it. And she preferred to forget. Even if it wasn't easy every day. He complained a lot, and needed help with the slightest movement. Lyanna was happy to help him, mainly because it allowed her to forget her problems. She felt useful and busy. She avoided social media like the plague. The one time she had gone on them, she had been surprised to find herself trending, and looking at the comments was a lesson learned.

Finally, the day came for Charles to leave for Monaco. A medical plane had been specially prepared for him. Lyanna had arrived early in the morning to help him get dressed, as Charles refused to let the nurse look after him. He had far too much pride to let strangers see him in a vulnerable state and only felt comfortable with Lyanna.

He tried to argue with the doctor when the latter came to bring him his latest recommendations and a wheelchair so that he could get around. Charles claimed that he didn't need it, that he could stand on his own two feet, but when Lyanna looked at him disapprovingly, he finally complied, on condition that the young actress was the one to push him. He found it humiliating enough as it was, having his girlfriend by his side made things a little easier.

“And remember Mr Leclerc, a lot of rest, taking your medication regularly while following the treatment and I’m sure you’ll be fine in no time.”

“Don’t worry doctor, he has me and his mom who will make sure that he is taken care of.”

Charles grumbled, but when he felt Lyanna's firm hand on his shoulder, he refrained from making any comment.

It was Charles's mother herself who greeted them when they finally arrived. Tears of relief rolled down her cheeks as she was finally able to see her son. Lyanna had planned to step away for a moment to give them some privacy when Pascale approached the young woman and wrapped her in her arms.

“Lyanna, you don’t even imagine how thankful I am for everything you’ve done for Charles. It made me sleep better at night knowing you were there with him. Thank you. So much.”

Lyanna stuttered out a confused "you're welcome", but was nevertheless touched by Pascale's gesture.

"Charles, I hope you don't mind but I've moved into your spare room. I thought it would be easier to help you on a day-to-day basis if I lived with you temporarily. And it would give Lyanna a chance to rest too."

"Are you implying that I'm a handful, Mom?"

"No offence, baby, but you've been a pain in the ass with the nurses. Thank you, Pascale, that's very kind of you. And it helps me leave for London tomorrow with some peace of mind.”

At Charles's, while Lyanna helped him settle into bed with pillows to make him comfortable and ensure his painkillers were taken, Pascale was busy preparing food. As Charles drifted off to sleep, exhausted by the pain and the journey, she slipped away and headed for the kitchen. There, she dropped onto a stool and held her head in her hands. She was exhausted as well which Pascale didn't fail to notice.

“Lya, darling, you’re about to passed out.”

“It’s fine. It’s just all the emotions of the last few days that are catching up to me. I have not had a minute for me in the past week. Always being there for Charles, helping him, reassuring him, trying to distract him… I’m sorry, it’s selfish but I’m relieved you are here, I have finally someone to lean on.”

“It’s not selfish at all. And I’m here for that. Now tell me, how is he? Really. He is always downplaying what he feels when he talks to me. I know he doesn’t want to worry me but he won’t stop me. I don’t think he realizes how scary that accident was. For you or me or his friends and brothers.”

“He tries to be tough and not show he is in pain but it’s pretty obvious. I mean, his ribs are broken. We can’t do anything about it beside waiting for them to repair themselves. And not being able to race is bothering him. He is always on his phone checking the news or calling other drivers and Ferrari staff. He is worried about next season also, I think.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of him. But take care of you too, okay? I think being away from him for a few days will do you some good.”

“It would if London was a fun trip but it’s business related and I have a headache just thinking about it.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” asked Pascale as she stirred the contents of the pan.

Lyanna glanced toward the room as if Charles might emerge at any moment.

“My ex-boyfriend sued me for defamation because of the interview I gave.”

“Little fucker” muttered Pascale. “Sorry. I read the interview; it was very brave from you. You are admirable Lyanna and I have to admit that I misjudged when I first met you.”

“It’s okay. I would have misjudged myself.”

“Does Charles know about the lawsuit?”

“No and I have no intention to tell him. I want to settle it on my own. Telling him will only add stress on him and it’s the last thing he needs.”

Pascale nodded. The two women ate in silence before Pascale forced Lyanna to take a rest, seeing that she could barely stand. Mechanically, Lyanna went down the corridor to Charles's room and was careful not to make too much noise when she opened the door, as she didn't want to wake him. She undressed silently before slipping under the sheets. Charles was fast asleep. She would have liked to be able to snuggle up to him, in the reassuring warmth of his arms, but the last thing she wanted was to hurt him. So she cradled herself at the end of the bed and hugged the blanket, imagining it was her boyfriend's body. Exhausted, it didn't take her long to fall asleep.

At around 2am, she felt Charles' body tens up and heard annoyed sighs mixed with grunts. Half asleep, she fumbled to turn on the bedside lamp and when she did, she saw Charles trying to get up. She leapt to her feet and put both hands around his shoulders to force him to stay down.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, not wanting to wake Pascale who was sleeping next to their door.

“Nothing. It’s just that, it’s starting to hurt again so I wanted to take a painkiller but I don’t have any water left in the pitcher. I just wanted to go to the kitchen to fill it. I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Don’t move, I’m going.” Lyanna sighed.

She got up from the bed and took the pitcher from Charles’ hands. In the half-light and still a little asleep, Lyanna did not see the corner of the coffee table. She bumped violently against it, dropping the empty pitcher from her hands, and watching it shatter into a thousand pieces on the floor.  

“Shit!”

She tried to extricate herself from the mess she had made, but stepped on a piece of glass, causing her to yelp in pain. The noise woke Pascale, who rushed into the living room. Lyanna had managed to sit down on the sofa and was staring dejectedly at the blood beading from the wound.

“Don’t come any nearer Pascale, it’s full of glass around here.”

Charles's mother didn't listen to her, and after taking a broom from the storage cupboard and clearing away the broken bits, she sat down beside the young woman. She was crying. From pain, exhaustion, anxiety and a whole range of other emotions that she could no longer separate from one another.

“Oh my darling… come here.” Said Pascale while taking her in her arms where Lyanna could finally let her tears go freely.

“I try to be strong Pascale; I really try I promise.”

“I’ve never doubted that, Lyanna. Not one second. It’s okay to cry.”

“I love your son; I really do but I feel like sometimes he doesn’t understand that he made things difficult for me since the crash. I’ve been there for him all day every day and took care of him because he didn’t want anyone else to see him like this. And I did that because I love him. But it was hard and not one time did he ask if it was bothering me or if I was okay. It was like everything revolved around him and his accident. I listened to him complaining about everything, I helped him the best I could. And I did it without hesitation and I would do it again. But… in the meanwhile I did not have the time to process everything that happened. I’m sorry, I don’t make any sense. I’m just so tired.”

“I understand sweetheart. I know it’s different but, when Charles’ dad passed away, I became a whole other person. My sons needed me to be strong for them, they did not need to see me torn apart it would have done no good. I supported them and helped them going through their grief because that’s what as a mother thought I was supposed to do. But who was helping me for my grief? They were too caught up in their pain to see that I was sinking too. I never held that against them. But sometimes all we want is to be seen by the other person and for them to recognize that you are also not okay. What you feel, Lyanna, is not selfish or makes you a bad person. It makes you human. I doesn’t mean that you don’t love Charles.”

On the other side of the room, leaning against the wall and trying as best he could to stand, Charles, alerted by the noise, had heard the whole conversation between Lyanna and his mother.

The next day, Pascale accompanied Lyanna to the airport, without Charles. He wasn't feeling very well and preferred to stay at the flat. When Lyanna had returned to the bedroom, he had pretended to be asleep so as not to have to face her. He had spent the night replaying the conversation he had overheard. He felt guilty. He hadn't realised how hard he'd made life for the world around him. As far as he was concerned, they weren't the ones who'd had an accident and broken bones, they weren't the ones who'd been forced to put their careers on hold for a few weeks, weeks he wouldn't be able to make up for. They weren't the ones suffering most in this situation. He was.

But to hear Lyanna, the person he loved the most, mentally pushed to the limit, partly because of him, had hurt him more than all the broken bones in the world could. So he preferred to let her go alone. He was going to give her some space, he knew she needed it. If not having contact with him would make her feel better, then so be it. He had felt Lyanna come up to him before she left to place a kiss on his cheek and whisper an I love you, and he had had to fight with every fibre in his body screaming at him to hold her back for even a moment to tell her how sorry he was for hurting her.

Pushing open the doors of her London flat gave Lyanna a weird feeling. As if it wasn't really her home anymore. This flat, which she adored and had spent months fine-tuning to make a cosy, reassuring place, now gave her nothing but a feeling of immensity and emptiness.  She almost felt like a stranger there. She felt deep down that she had changed, that her vision of life was no longer the same, that she no longer aspired to the same things as a year ago. She knew that this was at least partly due to Charles. She felt more grounded, more alive. Life had regained some colour and was no longer a perpetual mix of greys. She didn't yet know where all this would lead her, but whatever the outcome, she was grateful that life had put Charles on her path.

Just as she was about to take a shower, she received a text on her phone from an unknown number.

We don't have to go to court, Lyanna. We can settle this like two mature adults. Meet me at this address tomorrow.

She didn't need to ask who it was. The address given was a restaurant she knew well, it was where James had taken her on their first date, where it had all started. It was a posh place in central London and the young woman couldn't help wondering what kind of sick game he was playing. She knew she should talk to her lawyer about it, but he would probably advise her not to go, that it was a trap and could backfire. But he couldn't trick her if she tricked him first, could he?

He was already there when she arrived. At the back of the restaurant, away from prying eyes, at the same table as their first date. He watched her walk through the restaurant and arrive at the table without a word. Nor did he hide the way he gawked at her from head to toe, and Lyanna had to do her best to suppress a shudder of disgust. She sat down and looked him straight in the eye.

“What do you want James?”

“Oh come on Lyanna, let’s have an appetizer before the serious talk.”

He leaned back in his seat to call the waiter.

“I’m not interested in small talk. Say what you need to say so we can get this over with.”

He put down the glass of red wine the waiter had brought him and leaned forward on the table to look Lyanna straight in the eye.

“What I want? Simple Lyanna. Excuses. I’ve got a shit press lately because of you. It’s not fair.”

“I’m not going to say sorry because I’ve told the truth.”

“Truth? What truth, Lyanna? Your truth. You have no proof. You never had. Just assumptions.”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me that the videos and pictures are not from you, that you never had them on your phone.”

He smiled completely unphased.

“What would be the point to admit or not admit it? It’s in the past.”

“Maybe for you but not for me. I just want to know why? Why did you do this to me? You cheated, you were awful during our relationship, it was toxic. But never, never would I have ever thought that you would step that low.”

“You really want to know why? You had always been the one people loved on the show, the little prodigy, the beautiful and innocent Lyanna, little miss perfect. All the attention was on you, at all times. What Lyanna wanted; Lyanna got it. Have you ever thought about what you made us all feel, next to you? Uninterested, untalented. You never knew, you were too busy building your career, planning your next big step. That was all you cared about.”

“That’s not true.”

“Only the truth hurts, Lyanna. We looked good together on screen. It did not surprise anyone when we started to date. I thought that maybe now that I was in your light, opportunities would come at me the same way they were coming at you. But it never happened. It was always you, you, you. So yeah, I was jealous. It was not fair. Why you and not me.”

“So just because of stupid jealousy and rivalry you woke up one day and decided to make my life like hell.”

“Not like hell. You finally got a taste of what me but also the other cast members, our colleagues felt during the shooting of the show. Undesirable. Have you ever taken the time to call them, to talk to them and ask them how they felt. Because I was not the only one who felt that way all those years ago. Everyone did, but I was the only one to have the courage to act. I played you, yes. I made you believe that I loved you. The more you felt on top of the world, the harder I knew the fall would be.”

“So you released those pictures and videos. You knew that I would be deeply impacted by it and that it would follow me for a long time.”

“I never planned to release them. They were supposed to only be for my own entertainment…”

“You are disgusting” se cut him.

“You were not supposed to leave me. I was the one supposed to break you heart to million pieces. It was the plan.”

“So why?”

“I got mad, furious. I couldn't imagine that you'd get away with it and end up looking like the poor little Lyanna, she doesn't deserve that. So yeah, I did the one thing that I knew would crush you. Tainting the innocent and sweet Lyanna was the only way for people to turn their back on you.”

“And what good did it make you? Did you land more roles? No. And you know why James? Because people are able to see how a shitty human being you are. They see right through you.”

“I don’t regret it. I lost everything because your agent made sure that I would never work again. But the thought of knowing that you had the same fate as me, helped me sleep better at night. But now you are back at the top and it’s like those pictures never existed. You almost got an Oscar, you have a shiny toy at your arms with your little Ferrari driver… Speaking of, does he can stand on his own two feet? I have to admit that knowing what happened to him made me believe that there was still a justice out there.”

“Don’t drag him into that. But you know what, he is and will always be a better human than you. He doesn’t make me feel shitty, he loves me, he supports me, he makes me want to be a better person. I don’t wake up in the morning dreading of insults or narky. He is a good man. One you’ll never be. Now, what are we doing here James? What do you want, now?”

“The thing is Lyanna, I won’t ask you to publicly excuse yourself, I would not ask you such a thing.”

“How considerate of you.” She sarcastically said.

“I know, right. However, I’m ready to drop the suit on condition that you pay me some money in return. I have a hard time making ends meet. £500,000 seems a reasonable amount in your case.”

“I don’t earn that amount of money.”

“If you don’t maybe your boyfriend will.”

“So this is what it is about, hum? You can't stand that someone else has me. You're not just after me, you're after Charles too. You can kiss my ass, James. You'll never get a penny from me.”

“See you at the trial then Lyanna.”

“Or not. I recorded this entire conversation and I’m sure that press would be highly interested about it, don’t you think. After all, you know a thing or two about leaking private things, James. Right?”

“You, little cunning bitch.”

“I’ve learned from the best.”

He leapt to his feet, his face flushed with anger, before violently grabbing Lyanna. The young woman tried to resist, but fortunately the noise had attracted the attention of the customers, who didn't hesitate to take photos and videos of the scene. The waiter rushed to her side and forced James to release her, who clutched the table in shock. Realising that he would get nothing out of her, he gave up and stormed off, leaving Lyanna to release her breath. One she was not aware she was holding back.

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[cleolinda]

Varney the Vampire: Chapter 16

Chapter 15: Our nephew can't marry some German vampyre!

PREVIOUSLY ON: We had a dance break to introduce two new comic-relief characters. But before that, Flora's sorta-fiancé that she met on the Continent and hadn't seen since showed up, and Flora's oldest brother started trying to warn him (Charles Holland) that since Flora has been bitten by a vampyre, he (Charles Holland) should not marry her. Flora said he should not marry her. The stalwart and faithful Charles Holland is not having any of that shit.

CHAPTER XVI.

THE MEETING OF THE LOVERS IN THE GARDEN. -- AN AFFECTING SCENE. -- THE SUDDEN APPEARANCE OF SIR FRANCIS VARNEY.

Or is he?

Our readers will recollect that Flora Bannerworth had made an appointment with Charles Holland in the garden of the hall. [...] The thought that he should be much urged by Flora to give up all thoughts of making her his, was a most bitter one to him, who loved her with so much truth and constancy, and that she would say all she could to induce such a resolution in his mind he felt certain. But to him the idea of now abandoning her presented itself in the worst of aspects.

Okay but. We just had like a chapter and a half of you swearing up and down that you'd never—

“Dare I be so base as actually or virtually to pad out out the word count say to her, 'Flora, when your beauty was undimmed by sorrow -- when all around you seemed life and joy, I loved you selfishly for the increased happiness which you might bestow upon me; but now the hand of misfortune presses heavily upon you -- you are not what you were, and I desert you?' Never -- never -- never!"

Atta boy.

James Malcolm Rymer decides to throw in that Charles Holland (if you are just joining us, I feel like you always have to say his full name. Rymer often does. It just feels right) "felt more acutely than he reasoned." I'm not sure if this is meant to be snarky or not; at least Rymer follows this up by lauding his "nobility of soul."

As for Flora, Heaven only knows if at that precise time her intellect had completely stood the test of the trying events which had nearly overwhelmed it.

On one hand, I get it: Flora's had a tough week. On the other hand, shut the fuck up, Rymer.

The two grand feelings that seemed to possess her mind were fear of the renewed visits of the vampyre, and an earnest desire to release Charles Holland from his repeated vows of constancy towards her.

She's still holding up better than her brother Henry, who was constantly wailing about how the horror of having a sister bitten by a vampyre ancestor is driving him maaaaad. Flora's intellect seems to be working perfectly fine, however, as she weighs her love for Charles Holland vs. the depth of his suffering: "To link him to her fate, would be to make him to a real extent a sharer in it."

In the sense that he might have to watch her be staked, and grieve her death?

In the sense that she might become a vampyre and come after her nearest and dearest (i.e., him) first, as vampires were folklorically said to do?

In the sense that she might bear… tainted children?!

[And] the more she [had] heard fall from his lips in the way of generous feelings of continued attachment to her, the more severely did she feel that he would suffer most acutely if united to her. And she was right.

But they were going to have a romantic rendezvous to talk this out, right? Charles is now waiting for her in Bannerworth Hall's [overdescribed] flower garden, secluded from the main building,

and in its centre was a summer-house, which at the usual season of the year was covered with all kinds of creeping plants of exquisite perfumes, and rare beauty. All around, too, bloomed the fairest and sweetest of flowers, which a rich soil and a sheltered situation could produce.

Honestly, I had a long discussion/comparison of Flora to Stoker's Lucy Westenra here, and I feel like it needs to go take a nap and come back some other time as a separate post. But suffice it to say, I think wealth is an important factor in how pleasantly "sheltered" these two characters are: not to take anything away from their sweetness and purity of heart (this is where I start going on about how misunderstood Lucy is), but they can afford to be sweet and lovely and naive, if you see what I'm saying (and this is more apparent in Dracula, in comparison to Mina, her level head, and her professional skills). As much as we need to point out that Rymer is romanticizing whiteness (figuratively and literally), I think we also have to consider that he's romanticizing wealth—class—by going on and on about a family estate with a large, "sheltered," professionally-tended garden.

Rymer continues this metaphor by saying that the "more estimable Flora floral culture" has declined,

for the decayed fortunes of the family had prevented them from keeping the necessary servants, to place the Hall and its grounds in a state of neatness, such as it had once been the pride of the inhabitants of the place to see them. It was then in this flower-garden that Charles and Flora used to meet.

I SAID, THAT SHE MET ON THE CONTINENT AND HASN'T SEEN SINCE

Nonetheless, Charles Holland has arrived early to this garden of lies. He is ready to romance. "Aníron" plays softly in the distance.

A light sound, as of some fairy footstep among the flowers, came upon his ears, and turning instantly to the direction from whence the sound proceeded, he saw what his heart had previously assured him of, namely that it was his Flora that was coming.

Alas, the flower that to his mind was fairer than them all, was blighted, and in the wan cheek of her whom he loved, he sighed to see the lily usurping the place of the radiant rose.

Yes, it was she; but, ah, how pale, how wan -- how languid and full of the evidences of much mental suffering was she. Where now was the elasticity of that youthful step? Where now was that lustrous beaming beauty of mirthfulness, which was wont to dawn in those eyes? Alas, all was changed. The exquisite beauty of form was there, but the light of joy which had lent its most transcendent charms to that heavenly face, was gone.

There's a reason Rymer goes to such lengths to (also; additionally; is there anything he doesn't) romanticize Flora's ill health:

While tuberculosis has been traced back thousands of years (and is still considered a pandemic), it wasn't named as such until 1834. And because it wasn't identified as a single disease until the 1820s, it was often thought to be vampirism: blood would appear on a patient's lips, people around them would also sicken and die, and so on. The colloquial name for tuberculosis (as you probably know) was consumption, even: being consumed by something unseen, unto death.

But as the Dead Maidens article up there points out, tuberculosis was glamorized among the upper class (not the only class who came down with it, mind you). Tuberculosis, as diseases go, had more dignity than dysentery and cholera, and happened to exaggerate what people already considered to be attractive:

[Early] symptoms seemed to heighten already established beauty standards of the time, and a wealthy young woman could waste away for years before the horrible end came. In the meantime, poor circulation turned fair complexions ghastly white. The blue veins and translucent fragile skin were treated as a crystalline delicacy. The constant low fever kept the cheeks and lips flushed with a rosy hue and the eyes wide and watery. Patients would waste away growing ethereally thin.

Chicken or egg: Did tuberculosis underline existing beauty ideals, or was it a matter of people glamorizing what they saw happening around them anyway? Yes, I think, is the answer to that.

Meanwhile, the contagion ramped up through the 1700s and 1800s, and when you combine this with the increase in both literacy and affordable publishing during the Industrial Revolution, you get the first era, the pre-Dracula era, of Western vampire literature, starting with Lenore (1773) and The Bride of Corinth (1797). (Which were published after the 1750s Austrian Vampire Problem we talked about last time.) Meanwhile, in 2023, I wrote a gigantic digression about heroes coddling heroines as validation for readers who feel unvalidated and beauty as virtue that I am straight-up going to have to cut out and maybe post separately, because this recap is already way too long.

ANYWAY, MY DEAR FLORA, said Charles Holland,

"remember that there are warm hearts that love you. Remember that neither time nor circumstance can change such endearing affection as mine. [...] Wherefore, Flora, would you still the voice of pure affection? I love you surely, as few have ever loved."

I love this shit. I absolutely love stories where Our Hero (Gender Neutral) tells me the Reader Proxy, for several paragraphs, that they love her/him/them heart and mind and body and soul for all time unto the heat death of the universe. LOVE. THAT. SHIT.

No, cries Flora! We mustn't! (But we MUST!) I will not quote all of this scene to you, but suffice it to say that they argue over how Charles Holland's entire face would shout his love if his tongue didn't happen to show up at the office that day. He is not just words! He is action! No, you mustn't! BUT I MUST! Love it.

Notice, though, how you must not is not I do not want you to. A lot of older romance writing either doesn't care about consent (I know a number of current romance writers who do, very much much so), or it stays sort of muddled and unclear as to how much a heroine is really into it. This may be either in the spirit of dubcon or honestly, because characters in an era when they weren't supposed to touch (Charles and Flora are actually pretty handsy. Waist action happens) are kind of pushing the envelope by talking too much about it at all. Flora may really be saying, "Charles Holland, we mustn't speak of love at such agonizing length in a wholesome publication!" ("I mean, is a pamphlet that wholesome, it's not a real newspaper or anything...") "Well, it has to be reasonably decent! I have to at least blush and avert my maidenly eyes every couple of sentences! We should probably talk about God watching us at some point!" ("Like... watching us...?") ("NO!!!")

"I must not now hear this. Great God of Heaven give me strength to carry out the purpose of my soul. […] Charles, I know I cannot reason with you. I know I have not power of language, aptitude of illustration, nor depth of thought to hold a mental contention with you."

POINTS:

Flora needing strength to carry out her purpose—refusing Charles Holland—underlines that this is something she does not, in fact, want to do. While Charles Holland's persistence might be functionally indistinguishable from Dude Who Won't Take No For An Answer, here in a fictional context, we're given cues that Charles understands correctly that Flora is only trying to break up with him For His Own Good.

Compared to these frequent comments on Flora's allegedly weak intellect, can you see how "She has man’s brain [and] a woman's heart" is actually a fairly decent compliment to Mina Harker on Stoker's part?

Shut the fuck up, Rymer

Why not speak of love, demands Charles Holland?? We spoke of love 24/7 on the Continent! Whyfore not thereunto??

"I am changed, Charles. Fearfully changed. The curse of God has fallen upon me, I know not why. I know not that in word or in thought I have done evil, except perchance unwittingly, and yet -- the vampyre."

Charles Holland insists that there's got to be a rational explanation, because he is not actually the one who shot a vampyre in the face, nor has he been anyone's repast. To which Flora basically says, "WELL FIND ONE THEN." Saying which, she flings herself onto a seat in the summer-house (I'm imagining a gazebo here), and "covering her beautiful face with her hands, [sobs] compulsively." To hundreds of words of Charles Holland's dismay, Flora goes on to say that he should go find someone else, and "justice, religion, mercy -- every human attribute which bears the name of virtue" calls upon her to dump him. Which, again: if Flora really wanted to break up with him, she wouldn't be talking about all the external factors making her do it. There are several great breakup scenes in English-language literature of the 1800s from Pride and Prejudice onward, and this, on many levels, is not one of them. Charles Holland (and a reader used to this kind of writing) would pick up on that subtext. (Truly, I cannot emphasize enough that fiction is not real life. Don't presume to know what other people "really" mean IRL.) Thus, Charles Holland counters with the wonderful marshmallow romance goo:

"Well I know that gentle maiden modesty [that we need to have in this Reasonably Decent Publication] would seal your lips to the soft confession that you love me. I could not hope the joy of hearing you utter these words. The tender devoted lover is content to see the truthful passion in the speaking eyes of beauty. Content is he to translate it from a thousand acts, which, to eyes that look not so acutely as a lover's, bear no signification; but when you tell me to seek happiness with another, well may the anxious question burst from my throbbing heart of, 'Did you ever love me, Flora?'" Her senses hung entranced upon his words. Oh, what a witchery is in the tongue of love. Some even of the former colour of her cheek returned as, forgetting all for the moment but that she was listening to the voice of him, the thoughts of whom had made up the day dream of her happiness, she gazed upon his face. His voice ceased. To her it seemed as if some music had suddenly left off in its most exquisite passage. She clung to his arm -- she looked imploringly up to him. Her head sunk upon his breast as she cried, "Charles, Charles, I did love you. I do love you now." "Then let sorrow and misfortune shake their grisly locks in vain," he cried. "Heart to heart -- hand to hand with me, defy them."

Their... gory hair? ANYWAY WE DEFY THE FATES, BELOVED! OUR LOVE CONQUERS ALL! WE CARE-BEAR STARE AT DESTINY, FLORA! Good hustle, that's what I wanna hear.

He lifted up his arms towards Heaven as he spoke, and at the moment came such a rattling peal of thunder, that the very earth seemed to shake upon its axis. [Flora screams and there is extensive discussion of how scary it is.] Another peal, of almost equal intensity to the other, shook the firmament. Flora trembled.

Gonna be honest, I thought for a moment that Varney was falling off a wall again. Flora declares that this is the Voice of Heaven insisting that they break up forever, but Charles Holland insists that

"The sunshine of joy will shine on you again." There was a small break in the clouds, like a window looking into Heaven. From it streamed one beam of sunlight, so bright, so dazzling, and so beautiful, that it was a sight of wonder to look upon. It fell upon the face of Flora; it warmed her cheek; it lent lustre to her pale lips and tearful eyes; it illuminated that little summer-house as if it had been the shrine of some saint.

Here we go again, let's note, with the insistence that Flora is intrinsically pure. How you like them omens? Now this, this is a promise of God, and yea, a dove with an olive branch probably flies through a rainbow somewhere over the house. Back in the day, I took a graduate class on (American, mid-1800s) sentimental literature, which my professor characterized as "weepin' and prayin'." A certain kind of Protestant piety runs deep through these texts—not just the American ones—and appears as a default mindset in a lot of 19th-century literature:

Most of the high profile female writers of this period were committed Christians. The Broad Church Brontës, the Unitarian Mrs Gaskell and the systematically unconventional Emily Dickinson made much use of their faith in their work. So did George Eliot, supersaturated with a religion in which she no longer believed, yet an accomplished theologian. The male writers were often committed believers too, despite the apparently worldly outlook of many, including apparently cynical Thackeray and robustly conventional Trollope. Throughout Victoria's reign, religious controversy simmers, not only among journalists but poets and novelists too. These Christian turf wars are sometimes edited out of readings of Victorian texts because they might not feel relevant to modern studies. Marianne Thormählen in The Brontës and Religion sees it differently: ‘The Christian life is a foreign country to most people today and I believe it serves some purpose to be reminded that to the Brontës it was home.’

The flip side of this is that vampire fiction tends to bring in a Catholic Christian vibe: no matter what denomination anyone was before the fangs came out, let's throw holy water and a wafer at the problem. But in the meantime!

She allowed him to clasp her to his heart. It was beating for her, and for her only.  [...] "Charles, we will live, love, and die together."

In "a wrapt stillness" and "a trance of joy," they stare at each other and smile and nearly cry for a good long while, which is very sweet. BUT THEN!

A shriek burst from Flora's lips -- as shriek so wild and shrill that it awakened echoes far and near. Charles staggered back a step, as if shot, and then in such agonised accents as he was long indeed in banishing the remembrance of, she cried, -- "The vampyre! the vampyre!"

Yeah, that's the chapter. You might recall that Sir Francis the Vampyre expressed hopes of courting Flora, so this is gonna get interesting.

Varney the Vampire masterpost

#varney the vampire #vampires #vampire studies #long post #recaps #tuberculosis #epidemics #beauty

[aurorawest]

Reading update

A Psalm for the Wild-Built by Becky Chambers - 3.75/5 stars

I hate myself a little bit for using this word to describe this book, but it's a meditation on modern (western) culture, the drumbeat of living a purposeful life, and, imo, the millennial condition.

It also, separately from that, made me think of the song 'New Constellations' by Ryn Weaver: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=13EX7qGdUGI

The Secret Lives of Country Gentlemen by KJ Charles - 5/5 stars

This book features Gareth Inglis, a member of the gentry whose father shipped him off to his uncle when his mother died. Gareth never saw or heard from his father (who remarried and had another child) again, and no one knew he existed because his father was a piece of human garbage. Which meant I couldn't stop thinking about my former father-in-law, who had two sons from his first marriage whom he, as far as I could tell, never had any contact with after remarrying and having another child. Life imitates art?

Anyway, it's KJ Charles, so you pretty much can't go wrong. I saw someone refer to this as enemies-to-lovers and realized my toxic trait is railing against people who want to apply enemies-to-lovers to everything. Spoiler alert, this is not enemies-to-lovers. But it is lovely, and includes Gareth and Joss Doomsday (a smuggler) bonding over beetles.

The Adventures of Amina al-Sirafi by SA Chakraborty - 4.5/5 stars

It was no Daevabad Trilogy, but then again, I remember finishing City of Brass and being like, yeah, it was fine, I'll probably pick up the sequel at some point. It wasn't until Kingdom of Copper that I grew to really love the series, so I'm hoping the same happens with this. This book was a lot of fun, and the fact that all the characters were middle-aged was pretty delightful. I'm definitely excited to see where this series goes.

The Long Run by James Acker - 5/5 stars

Excellent YA book about two lonely jocks in New Jersey.

Feel the Fire by Annabeth Albert - 3.75/5 stars

His Accidental Cowboy by AM Arthur - 4/5 stars

Brida by Paul Coelho - 1/5 stars

One of the reviews for this book on Storygraph says it 'aged like milk' and I can't put it better than that. This is a soul mate AU where souls undergo cell division, essentially, and your soul mate is from your same base soul from before the soul split in half. Okay, great. Oh but wait, the soul always divides into male and female. And your soul mate is always someone of the opposite sex, even though that doesn't make sense because as souls divide again and again, that means there are a lot of people out there who came from the same original soul as you. Also, witchcraft? Also also, even though the book is called Brida and is ostensibly about the title character, her whole journey was really just to serve the unnamed male character, the Magus. This isn't implicit either, it's completely explicit. At the end it's like, 'sometimes young women come along to show men the way' (I'm paraphrasing but...not much).

This went straight to my give away pile, and I hated it so much that the rest of my Coelho books joined it (except The Alchemist).

Enlightened by Joanna Chambers - 5/5 stars

Or, For The Love Of God Please Give David Lauriston And Murdo Balfour A Break, And Preferably A Happy Ending.

They got one, btw.

Song of Silver, Flame Like Night by Amélie Wen Zhao - DNF

Honestly, the Mad Libs YA title should have warned me off of this one, but I always give my Illumicrate books a try. Cartoonish villains and protagonists I find myself liking less the more we get to know them. The prose is quite good but not enough to make up for the character deficiencies.

Solomon's Crown by Natasha Siegel - 5/5 stars

Blurbed by no less than Tamora Pierce (Song of the Lioness supremacy!), Rainbow Rowell, Freya Marske, and CS Pacat. Did I go into this book with insanely high expectations? Yes. Did it mostly meet them? Yes! If you're a Captive Prince fan, this one's for you.

Siegel tells us up front, before the book even starts, that it's a romance and not historically accurate. So don't go into this expecting a historically accurate love story between King Richard of England and King Philip of France. It is, however, a gorgeous romance. The world-building is top notch. Even if it's not totally accurate to the High Middle Ages, it feels accurate, if that makes sense? Siegel really captures the feeling of being in a different world. Lush writing, amazing sexual/romantic tension, lovely sad boys. Highly, highly recommend.

Daniel Cabot Puts Down Roots by Cat Sebastian - 4.75/5 stars

I docked .25 stars because it bugged me that they didn't move in together at the end. Idk, just felt too 'look, I'm subverting romance conventions!' Still good, obviously.

Like Real People Do by EL Massey - 4/5 stars

A very wholesome and low stakes hockey romance. I found myself often thinking that the interactions of the men on the hockey teams seemed unrealistic, but it was charming and sweet enough that I didn't care.

The book reads like fanfiction, which is because it was fanfiction—but it's in a mostly good way, not a bad way (*cough* All The Way Happy *cough*). Apparently the original version was Check, Please! fanfiction, which I am vaguely familiar with as a thing that exists. Apparently it's a web comic? Anyway, I enjoyed the book enough to pick up the sequel.

#a psalm for the wild-built #becky chambers #monk and robot #the secret lives of country gentlemen #kj charles #reading tag #the adventures of amina al-sirafi #sa chakraborty #the long run #james acker #brida #paul coelho #enlightened #joanna chambers #song of silver flame like night #solomon's crown #natasha siegel #daniel cabot puts down roots #cat sebastian #like real people do #el massey

[scotianostra]

James Graham, 1st Marquess of Montrose was born on October *25th 1612.

*The usual disclaimers apply here, we don’t actually know his date of birth, it is thought to have been mid to late October, but a couple of sources give the 25th, so today it is!

Graham was brought up at Kincardine Castle and succeeded his father as 5th earl of Montrose, November 14, 1626. His mother was Margaret, eldest daughter of William Ruthven, 1st earl of Gowrie, who was up to his eyeballs in the intrigue that surrounded Mary Queen of Scots, and her son James I, but this post is not about him, let’s get back to our main subject.

The young Montrose was educated at the college of Glasgow from age 12 and continued at St. Andrews University, the oldest in Scotland, where records paint a vivid picture of his time there. At St Salvator’s College he studied classics — Caesar and Seneca – but he was happiest when involved in outdoor pursuits, golf, archery, riding, hawking and hunting among his many activities.

Marriage followed university, in 1629 at only 17 he married Magdalene the youngest daughter of Lord Carnegie a near neighbour from Kinnaird Castle. It was there the newly weds set up home.

Montrose at the age of twenty- four, left for London to offer his services to King Charles I who had come to the throne in 1625. Appearing at the royal court he asked the Marquis of Hamilton, said to have the ‘ear’ of the king on Scottish matters, to be his sponsor.

Hamilton tried to persuade Montrose not go ahead with the audience, portraying the king as anti-Scottish. Noting Montrose’s wish to carry on Hamilton promptly told the king that Montrose was a danger to royal interests.

It’s little wonder that the meeting with the king was a decidedly short and chilly affair; it was enough to discourage the most fervent royalist. The Scottish Reformation of four decades before had swept across the country turning its people away from many years of strict adherence to Catholicism to a new Protestant Scottish Kirk.

The king was now threatening the status quo by trying to introduce the English Episcopalian prayer book into a staunchly Calvinist Presbyterian Scotland. The vast majority of Scots were having none of it and mobs rioted in towns across the country. There could be no doubt in the king’s mind of the strength of feeling north of the border. For more on this look up Jenny Geddes

By early 1638 the juggernaut that was the Presbyterian unrest could not be stopped. Moderators of the General Assembly drew up the National Covenant, a document of protest against the actions of the king. In February that year Scottish nobles, including Montrose, gathered at Greyfriars to sign the document, thousands of ordinary Scots followed in Edinburgh and across Scotland as copies were dispatched throughout the country culminating in hundreds of thousands putting their marker on it.

Not all were happy with it though, In 1639, following instructions from Covenanter leaders for Scottish shires to prepare for war, Montrose, in his first military experience, led an army against the Royalist Marquis of Huntly in Aberdeen, forcing the citizens to sign the Covenant.

The authority of the Parliament continued to grow, its driving force Moderator Henderson and Archibald Campbell, Marquis of Argyll. By this point Montrose, suspecting that Argyll was trying to seize power in Scotland for himself, enlisted fellow trusted Covenanters in an attempt to put a stop to his scheming, but word got out and Montrose was jailed in Edinburgh Castle for a time.

The English Civil war began in 1642 and soon spread all over the British Isles and has now become known as The War of the Four Kingdoms. The following year Scottish Covenanters, led by Argyll, joined English Parliamentarians to sign the Solemn League and Covenant in St Margaret’s Chapel in Westminster London. In essence it was an agreement by the Scots to fight on the parliamentary side if the English embraced Presbyterianism. It was possibly the last straw for Montrose.

Charles was now desperate, with civil war consuming parts of England and Covenanting forces in Scotland holding the upper hand he needed a miracle.

By this stage Montrose had a change of heart and was now determined to keep Charles on the throne. He joined forces with Alisdair MacColla who landed on the Ardnamurchan Peninsula with 1600 troops to support the Royalist cause.

MacColla and Montrose formed a spectacular military partnership and throughout 1644 and 1645 inflicted six crushing defeats on Covenanting armies from Aberdeen to Kilsyth, you have seen me post about these battles many times over the years.

After Kilsyth, MacColla and his Irish followers left Montrose’s army and returned home. Many of Montrose’s Highland troops also packed up and returned to their families. With his army severely depleted James Graham turned south and headed for the Borders after promises of support from Lords Hume and Roxburgh.

The South of Scotland was an unlikely place to find supporters, being in the main staunch Covenanters but none the less he pressed on. Unknown to Montrose, as he marched south, a Covenanters army was heading north from England under the leadership of General David Leslie, who captured Hume and Roxburgh before they could meet with Montrose’s Highlanders.

Ever the optimist Graham took his army into battle at Philiphaugh, but was soundly beaten by the battle hardened Covenanters, he spent another year in Scotland before making his escape to the continent where he spent three years trying to muster support.

In his absence Charles, accused of making war against his own subjects was brought to London and charged with treason. He was executed on the 30th January 1649.

Within a few weeks the English parliament had abolished the monarchy. Scotland, still an independent nation, now recognised Charles II, in exile in Holland, as king, the true successor to his father.

Montrose was dismayed at the news from Holland that Scotland’s king was in talks with the Covenanters.

However, despite this dialogue Charles urged Montrose to enlist support for an invasion of Scotland. He returned from his exile and fought a final battle at Carbisdale, near Bonar Bridge in April 1650 but he was again defeated by a Covenanting army, resulting in the death or capture of nearly 1000 of his men.

Forced to run he took refuge in Ardvreck Castle, where he was betrayed, taken south and executed at the Mercat Cross in Edinburgh on the 21st May 1650. Charles II could have stepped in and saved him, but did nothing.

It was a traitors execution, he was ‘headed and quartered’ his head was fixed to a spike at the tollbooth; his arms and legs were fixed to the gates of Stirling, Glasgow, Perth and Aberdeen. After the demise of Cromwell’s English Commonwealth, Charles II was restored to the English throne in May 1660. Montrose’s body was, then, after 11 long years, taken from public display, embalmed and buried with honours.

As well as being a soldier, James Graham was an accomplished poet. Great leaders have over the years used the words of Montrose to encourage and inspire their followers and even General Montgomery, on the eve of D-Day, roused his troops with the following words from his verse My Dear and Only Love:

‘He either fears his fate too much

Or his deserts are small

That puts it not unto the touch

To win or lose it all'.

Lines Written on the Eve of His Execution.

Let them bestow on every airth a limb,

Then open all my veins, that I may swim

To thee, my Maker, in that crimson lake,

Then place my par boiled head upon a stake;

Scatter my ashes, strow them in the air.

Lord, since thou knowest where all these atoms are,

I'm hopeful thou'lt recover once my dust,

And confident thou'lt raise me with the just.

#scotland #scottish #history #Soldier #general #leader

[whyreyousoobsessedwithme]

Lookism 479, 480 and 481 edited

Struggled to type this because I'm sore from my physio therapist appointment

479

- OK, so we know Jerry also knew Jinyoung and that his father was murderd. We also know there's this mysterious reporter Kim who might have some clues.

- What is the Era of peace?

- Jerry's father had an abnormal body.

- Why does no one know anything about Daniel's connection with Jinyoung? I'm so done. I don’t even care about that anymore.

- Now that lineman's training, I would like to see him go against some of the worker guys that beat him.

- Dj being shady ass hell as usual 🙄. I don't think Daniel should trust him, he's being too trusting. James knows so much but refuses to tell him anything. He's using Daniel to get to jinyoung so he can learn the secret behind the 2 bodies. I know deep down Daniel doesn't trust him that much, but he needs to stop giving James even the tiniest bit of info.

- I feel like Lightning Choi is in danger now that James knows about him.

- oh my God, he really is living by the junkyard💀

- these guys just keep getting stronger, why is his back so huge, it looks like an extra layer of skin😮‍💨

- tf do they mean by " the time has come for us to try to kill each other". As if they weren't giving each other permanent damage. Honestly, gun and Goo's relationship reminds me of 2 siblings, goo being the younger one who is not used to being independent until one day he decides to leave the nest. This whole meeting felt like a family low-key falling apart, goo leaving the family but deciding to visit his brother one last time before leaving. Which makes me think about the whole theory of someone dying and it showing guns' true personality. I originally thought that it was hinting towards Olly and how gun surprisingly has respect for the dead. But now I think it's goo who's going to die. These panels are honestly so well done. The bittersweet smiles and how human they look in here. You can tell they don't want to kill each other.

480

- I feel gun will eventually betray Charles because he took it too far or hold back while fighting goo. That or there'll be a change of plans like in the workers' fight with dg.

- I think gun was genuinely happy to find someone on his level. Maybe he was used to people always agreeing with everything he did or said, so befriending someone like goo was a breath of fresh air.

- Watching this interaction also reminds me of Crystal. It honestly looked like she had a good relationship with James,Gun, and Goo. Calling them hyung and conversing normally. She seemed like the little sister of the family, and Charles is like the power-hungry dad tearing it apart. I almost felt bad watching the junkyard breakup, but then I remembered they're both awful people. The one I truly feel bad for is Crystal. She didn't ask for this, she didn't join Charles because she had a choice.

- The whole thing with Eli deciding Hudson will stay, and the whole " ... so I'll let you borrow one room" thing is pissing me off. Why is he the one making all the decisions, Sally did a lot for Hostle, but somehow, she's just being pushed aside. Ptj wtf. Throughout the entire Hostle arc, it was just Eli getting the credit for half the shit Sally did it was literally her idea to give the runways a home. And the point system shit was not only an Ok idea, but it wasn't even his original it was just something he saw while living on the streets. The fact it's all "Eli this" and " Eli that" is so fucking annoying. Ptj literally showed Sally putting in the work and pushed all the credit toward Eli. Like if you want it to be about him actually make it about him

- Gyeol doesn't deserve his brother.

- Every one of these guys have insane methods, like how do you expect him to talk when you shove his glasses down his throat.

- THE UGLY FACE EXPRESSIONS ARE HERE WHICH MEANS SHIT WILL FINALLY GO DOWN.

- I used to think Charles's weakness was his daughter but now I don't think he gives a fuck about her.

- How did dg record the evidence though?

481

- hey I have that flash drive too

- I think dg was testing the waters with the whole flash drive situation to see Eugene's reaction to him knowing jinyoung.

- Mandeok is like Regina George, his hair is full of secrets literally

- Now they're calling it anxiety attacks instead🫥, ptj please research mental health

- is it me or James feels guilty for killing Gapryong and jinyoung going insane? This makes me think that after that incident James started hating Charles.

- that's some tacky ass writing he has there on his car

- that's the worst marketing strategy I've ever seen

- how did jibeom get so big😃

- Someone said the new guy looks like the lovechild of dg and Eli and now I can't unsee it

- To think Vin killed a king

- I was right about the cult theory

- This is why education is important, people think anything is evil, acting like they're not the devil themselves.

#lookism #lookism spoiler #lookism thoughts #lookism spoilers #lookism theories #lookism theory

[scottsummersbingo]

Spring is heating up and summer is around the corner. We’ve got a lot going on at the Scott Summers Bingo. We’ve got our mini Summers Splash event taking place now where things are guaranteed to only get hotter! In this spring edition master post we’ve got some great fics under the cut from bingo participants sure to please any Scott fan eager to get their hands on some great reading! As always if you want to join us on discord or sign up for the Scott Summers Bingo, we’d love to have you with us! Click here for more information!

Title of Fill: Here For You Author: scottxlogan Card Number: SSB-001 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45829624 Square Filled: N4: Tactile Affection Ship/Main Pairing: Scott/Logan Rating: Teen Tags/Warnings/Triggers: Fluff, Sleepy Cuddles, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling & Snuggling, Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Post-X2: X-Men United (2003) Summary: Post X2: Scott sneaks into Logan's room set on spending the night holding onto the one thing left in his life after Jean's death. Sensing Scott's lack of self-care in his grieving Logan looks to taking care of the fallen leader that he's come to care about very much. Word Count: 3227 Title of Fill: Snapshots Author: Cerylid Card Number: SSB-007 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44792158 Square Filled: G5 "Headache/Migraines" Ship/Main Pairing: Scott/Logan (X-men OTM) Rating: Teen Tags/Warnings/Triggers: Summary: "After X3, Scott unexpectedly returns, depowered and unable to remember anything after being kidnapped by Stryker. Back at the mansion, as Hank races against time to try and fix Scott's malfunctioning powers, Logan starts to find out more about who Scott Summers really is." Word Count: 14570

Title of Fill: Out there's a land that time don't command Author: Wolfsheart Card Number: SSB-002 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44502667 Square Filled: N1 (“Don’t worry. They can’t hurt you anymore.”) and N4 (Spooning naked as you fall asleep.) Ship/Main Pairing: Scott Summers/James “Logan” Howlett Rating: Mature Tags/Warnings/Triggers: Trans Scott Summers, First Kiss, Making Out, Mutual Pining, mention of Christmas passing, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Rivals to Friends to Lovers, mention of a bad break-up, Not Jean Grey Friendly, Not Charles Xavier Friendly, mention of Bobby Drake/Kit Pryde relationship, Trans Kit Pryde, Gay Bobby Drake, mentions of transphobia and homophobia, Transphobic Jean Grey, Transphobic Charles Xavier Summary: After a nasty break-up with Jean, Scott left the school and headed west to his home state of Alaska. For months, he's made his home there, feeling exiled from all the people he cares about. Then a familiar face shows up at his door unexpectedly; the face of his crush. Will Scott finally find some much needed and deserved happiness? Some quick warnings: Scott deals with a lot of self-loathing because of two people he trusted most who make him feel wrong for being trans. There is some flashback dialogue that implies transphobia and homophobia, and there is some internal dialogue of Scott's that hints at feelings of transphobia toward himself. They're brief, and I hope that they're not too triggering. They're only meant to set the scene for Scott's depression during what he feels is his exile from the school and his friends and family there. It gets better, I promise. Really better. Summary: After a nasty break-up with Jean, Scott left the school and headed west to his home state of Alaska. For months, he's made his home there, feeling exiled from all the people he cares about. Then a familiar face shows up at his door unexpectedly; the face of his crush. Will Scott finally find some much needed and deserved happiness? Word Count: 4642

Title of Fill: Are you Scarlet? (Chapters 1-8) Author: KianLake Card Number: SSB-004 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43068738/chapters/108225363 Square Filled: B2 Ship/Main Pairing: Scott Summers/Loki Rating: Mature Major Tags/Warnings/Triggers: Secret life Summary: Loki discover a secret of Scott that involved a strip club. While he looks for the clues, Scott tries his best to avoid the Norse god.

Title: The Date Author: scottxlogan Card #: SSB-001 Square Filled: I4: Dancing Pairing: Scott Summers/Steve Rogers Rating: Explicit Warnings/Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Dirty Talking Steve Rogers, Light Angst, Smut, Semi-Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Skinny Dipping, Secret Relationship, Bottom Scott Summers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Praise Kink Summary: Scott makes a shocking discovery when the big day for Alex and his wedding arrives. Faced with a stressful situation and feeling left out after a wedding disaster, Scott is relieved when Steve finally shows up to lend his boyfriend a hand by giving him the escape he so desperately needs to unwind. Together they find an escape and a little passion before facing reality again.   Word Count: 9587   Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45885832

Title of Fill: Strike! Author: Ram Card Number: SSB-008 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45019204/chapters/113272114 Square Filled: G3: 1920s AU Ship/Main Pairing: Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Charles Xavier Rating: Gen Tags/Warnings/Triggers: No Warnings Apply Summary: In 1917, Captain Xavier met Private Summers. By 1918, they were comrades. In 1920, Scott is Charles right hand man. But after 1926, they would never see each other again. Word Count: 2922

Title of Fill: Dance on fire as it intends Author: Wolfsheart Card Number: SSB-002 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44786251 Square Filled: O3: Rough beard on smooth skin Ship/Main Pairing: Scott Summers/Thor Rating: Mature Tags/Warnings/Triggers: Asgard (Marvel), Implied/Referenced Sex, Implied Consensual Drunk Sex, Waking up in a strange bed, Scott is a Good Friend, Scott Summers & Emma Frost, Scott Summers & Logan, Scott Summers loves his friends, Scott Summers Deserves Happiness, Cuddly Thor Summary: After a night of partying in Asgard's palace, Scott wakes up in a strange bed with a surprise partner. He can't remember the night of passion he spent with Thor, but he realizes that he's not freaked out by this, and he hopes for a repeat performance. Word Count: 3373

Title: Best Birthday Ever Author: Sivan325 Card #: SSB-006 Square Filled: N2 - Cuddling for Warmth Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Scott Summers Rating: Explicit Warnings: none. Summary: “You did it for me?” Bucky asked, and covered his omega with kisses. Word Count: 2298 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45649237

Title of Fill: The Day Before the Soldiers Came Author: Cerylid Card Number: SSB-007 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44101258 Square Filled:  “Panic Attack” Ship/Main Pairing: Logan/Scott Summers Rating: Teen Tags/Warnings/Triggers: No Warnings Apply Summary: (Set between X1 and X2) Logan travels North to try and chase down details of his missing memories, keeping in contact with the School by mobile phone, and he and Scott strike up an awkward friendship via text message. Back at the School, Scott is concerned when Logan doesn’t text back after a week of no contact, and goes to try and find him. They both get more than they bargained for. Word Count: 13361

Title: Lost in Fantasy Author: scottxlogan Card #: SSB-001 Square Filled: Scott Summers Bingo: I1: Satin and Lace Pairing: Steve Rogers/Scott Summers/Tony Stark, Rating: Explicit Warnings/Tags: Shameless Smut, Threesome-M/M/M,Blindfolds,Restraints, Light Bondage, Bottom Scott Summers, Submissive Scott Summers, Praise Kink, Aftercare, Scott Summers-centric, Dirty Talk, past Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Summary: Scott Summers has always had a secret fantasy that he wasn't brave enough to share until his new boyfriend encouraged Scott to be honest with what he wanted. In doing so, Scott's boyfriend pulls together a sexy night of fun with a guest sure to turn Scott's world around as the two Avengers are more than ready to show Scott exactly what he needs.   Word Count: 7,509   Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47122333

Title of Fill: Revelation Author: Cerylid Card Number: SSB-007 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44443699 Square Filled: I1 - "Enjoying some private time together (S/L)" Ship/Main Pairing: Scott Summers/Logan Rating: Teen Tags/Warnings/Triggers: No Warnings Apply Summary: Logan and Scott go undercover as a couple on a mission to gather information. It was supposed to be straightforward, but Scott struggles to keep his feelings for his teammate hidden while they are out. Word Count: 4380

Title: Memories and Mistakes Author: scottxlogan Card #: SSB-001 Square Filled: G4: Where We Don't Have to Hide Pairing: Scott Summers/James "Logan" Howlett Rating: Mature Warnings/Tags: Angst and Feels, Angst with a Happy Ending, Feelings Realization, Denial of Feelings, Reunions, Sexual Content, Swearing, Regret, Getting Back Together, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary: After their estrangement Logan realizes the only way to win the war the X-Men are facing is to return to the man he'd vowed to give up years earlier. When Logan breaks Scott out of his prison cell the battle proves to be far more than anticipated as Logan reflects on the love he'd foolishly let slip away in the past. Will he be strong enough to hold onto it this time around or will fate have darker plans for his future with Scott? Word Count: 6281 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46898023

#Scott Summers #Cyclops #scott summers bingo #Logan #James Howlett #wolverine #scogan #Steve Rogers #Captain America #Iron Man #Tony Stark #trans scott summers #thor #thor odinson #Bucky Barnes #James Bucky Barnes #winter soldier #jean grey #Charles Xavier

[temporal-infidelity]

Yesterday I said to @awholebunchobananas “Aziraphale reminds me of James Garfield”, a sentence I never could have imagined uttering.

Why? (Spoilers for the end of season 2.)

James Garfield was the 20th president of the United States. He was in office from March-September 1881. Six months. That’s because he was assassinated.

That’s not why he reminds me of Aziraphale though. Rewind!

Garfield was from a poor family. He was raised by a single mom and was an introverted bookworm and mathematician. He got into politics in college partly because he was inspired by the abolitionist movement. He served in the Union Army in the Civil War.

(Garfield at age 16)

When Garfield became the Republican nominee for president (remember, this was still Lincoln’s Republican Party), the Republicans were sharply divided over a number of issues. Reconstruction was one, but also there was a lot of debate over political patronage and corruption. Garfield was not interested in the presidency, but he was picked by the power players in the party as a compromise candidate, and potentially someone who could be a little easily manipulated.

Like I said, Garfield was a bookish person (he loved Jane Austen). He didn’t really enjoy being president, he found it exhausting and he was frustrated by not being able to accomplish a lot of his goals.

This is what I expect will be Aziraphale’s experience in Heaven. The Metatron picked him bc he wants an empty figurehead he can push around. Meanwhile the other, spurned angels will be trying to thwart him at every turn, or suck up to him, or get him to do what they want. And he will get totally overwhelmed and long to be back at his bookshop.

Garfield was assassinated at a train station by Charles Guiteau, a man who had been petitioning Garfield for a political appointment and was frustrated at being ignored. (People have given Guiteau various diagnoses, including schizophrenia and neurosyphilis; one thing about Guiteau I find particularly interesting is that at 19 he joined a Christian religious cult called the Oneida Community which practiced group marriage, but nobody liked him there so he eventually left. The Oneida Community eventually transformed into a company that makes flatware and related products.) In a weird twist of fate, Abraham Lincoln’s son, Robert Todd Lincoln, was present at Garfield’s assassination. Garfield died two months after being shot, of infection due to unsanitary medical practices.

I wouldn’t be surprised if s3 involves Aziraphale dealing with a revolt against his leadership or even an attack or challenge by a disgruntled Angel or two.

(Aziraphale … you in danger girl.)

#good omens s2 #good omens #good omens s2 spoilers #good omens spoilers #good omens speculation #good omens s3

[usagirotten]

Beyond Apocalypse: Why HBO's Scavengers Reign Demands Your Attention

If you’re looking for a show that will keep you on the edge of your seat, Scavengers Reign is definitely worth checking out. The animation is stunning, and the story is both thought-provoking and entertaining. Whether you’re a fan of science-fiction or just looking for something new to watch, Scavengers Reign is a great choice.  Imagine a post-apocalyptic world where survival is a daily battle, and the lines between hero and villain blur. That's the backdrop of Scavengers Reign. The show hooks you in from the get-go with its gripping storyline, complex characters, and stunning visuals. Trust me; this is one series you won't want to miss. Scavengers Reign follows the Demeter's four human survivors as they attempt to navigate this world in vastly different ways. Loner Azi (voiced by Wunmi Mosaku) tries to build and maintain a homestead with the help of her robot companion, Levi (voiced by Alia Shawkat). Pilot Sam and botanist Ursula (voiced by Bob Stephenson and Sunita Mani) make use of Vesta's many resources to try to find a way off-planet. Then, there's the deeply troubled Kamen (voiced by Ted Travelstead), who finds himself in the thrall of a hypnotic, toad-like creature simply known as Hollow. co-creators Joseph Bennett and Charles Huettner (working from their 2016 short Scavengers) craft a tight story of survival and ecological turmoil What makes Scavengers Reign stand out is its ability to weave together action, drama, and mystery flawlessly. Each episode leaves you craving more, with unexpected twists and turns that'll have you reeling. One of the key highlights of this series is its phenomenal cast. From seasoned actors to rising stars, each performance is captivating, adding layers of depth to the narrative. You'll find yourself emotionally invested in the characters, rooting for some while questioning the motives of others—a rollercoaster of emotions, to say the least! Moreover, the production quality is top-notch. The attention to detail in creating the post-apocalyptic world is mind-blowing. The set designs, costumes, and special effects transport you into this dystopian realm, making it all the more immersive. But don't just take my word for it. Dive into Scavengers Reign and experience the adrenaline rush yourself. Be warned, though: once you start, it's hard to stop. So, grab your popcorn, settle in, and prepare for an unforgettable journey through a world where survival is the ultimate prize. This series isn't just entertainment; it's an experience—a thrilling, heart-pounding adventure that'll have you eagerly anticipating each new episode. So, what are you waiting for? Join the scavengers' world, where every decision could be a matter of life or death.  

- Cast: Wunmi Mosaku (Azi), Bob Stephenson (Sam), Sunita Mani (Ursula), Ted Travelstead (Kamen), Alia Shawkat (Levi). Guests: Pollyanna McIntosh (Kris), Dash Williams (Barry), Freddy Rodriguez (Terrence), Sepideh Moafi (Mia), Skyler Gisondo (Charlie). - Credits: Created and executive produced by Joseph Bennett and Charles Huettner; executive produced by Chris Prynoski; co-executive produced by Sean Buckelew and James Merrill; supervising director Benjy Brooke; produced in partnership with Titmouse, Inc.       Read the full article

#animation #hbo #ScavengersReign #sciencefiction

[mischiefxmuses]

Okay so mini event - My Bloody Valentines Day plotting/starter call. 

In this post I’ll lay out who they are paired with (will be updated on the 3rd when the random pairings get done). Pre paired plots are being discussed but this is sort of how they are reacting the the event and the magic. (I will add fc in case they are a doppleganger for plots.) Plot ideas are not the only plots. They are just ideas. 

(death, violence, flashing gif, weapons, blood, fire tw)

Like for plotting

comment for starter (with the muse you’d like the starter for)

if there is a line through it that means that plot has been filled.

Henry Creel (Jamie Campbell Bower) - Random Pairing with Sharon Carter (4/4) - Eddie, Daniela, Eleven, Stitch

Henry will fully embrace the magic and the chaos. He will not try and fight it. If anything he will lean into the feeling of anger and aggression. He thrives on chaos. He will not be helping, he will add fuel to the fire. He has no interest in his date anyway. Why not make their life hell?

plot ideas: someone to cause chaos with, he is likely to unalive someone or injure someone, minor injuries

Angel (David Corenswet) - Paired with Buffy (1/4) - Buffy

Imagine soulless angel, this will likely be him but he will be fighting it tooth and nail. The episode where he is tormented by visions of his victims. He will be on constant battle with himself. He won’t be fully soulless but it will be a fight between the two. Angel vs. Angelus. He will try to help those who need him while wanting to stay away from Buffy to not hurt her. He does not want to even come close to hurting her or risking her. He would chain himself up before he let himself near her. But he is very susceptible to magic.

plot ideas: helping him to stay away from buffy, someone he might bite or hurt in his rage, minor/major injuries, a full on fight, someone he saves

Billy Loomis (Thomas Doherty) - Random Pairing with Na Ji Na (1/4) - Josh 

Oh you’re not ready for this little shit. He’s embracing the chaos. He has a history for trying to murder partners so why not now? He is embracing ghostface, will probably wear the mask and just go nuts. He doesn’t care. (Except Sam. If he catches wind that she’s been hurt then he will lose it even more.) Its almost like the purge for him. 

plot ideas: minor/major injuries, someone he kills or hurts, any sort of victim, chaos buddies. 

Charles Xavier (James Mccavoy) - Paired with Ororo (1/4) - Elliot 

What if Charles was a villain. Bloody dangerous this man. He will have moments of clarity and not wanting to do what he is doing because he is strong. He might be the only one of mine to be able to snap himself out of it. But have a bit of villain charles first. In those moments of clarity he will help if possible. But he might switch quickly back to villain with his abilities being so in tune with everyone else.

plot ideas: minor injuries. someone who gets injured by him, someone who is with him when he snaps back and forth, someone keeping him away from Ororo. 

Cleo Mckinnon (Claire Holt) - Paired with Thor (0/4)

Cleo is not winning a fight against the god of thunder. Even with the magic she is smarter than that. So she might try and outwit him. She will not be fully bad, knowing that she does not want to hurt him. She will want to stay away from him as to protect them both. She doesn’t think she’d be strong enough to fight it. 

plot ideas: minor/major injuries, people she helps, people to keep her away from thor, death eaters she might join up with and cause a little chaos, doppleganger plots

Cordelia Goode (Jessica Chastain) - Paired with Alastor (0/4)

Supreme Witch Bitch. Magic that makes her a killer, not great. She’s got so much power at her command that if she thinks she wants to do something she will. She is likely to be hyper aware that she doesn’t want to hurt Alastor but it will be heart vs. mind. The magic of the event has her mind but in her heart she won’t want to harm Alastor. She will be very unpredictable. 

plot ideas: minor/major injuries, people she helps, someone she might ask to lock her up to keep her from Alastor, jessica chastain doppleganger plots

Dream (Tom Sturrige) - Randomly paired with Max Lightwood (1/4) - Max

If he is randomly paired, good luck. The king of dreams is not someone you want hunting you or trying to unalive you. He will be very susceptible to the magic. He will try to help others but will hyper fixate on his goal. 

If he isn’t. Then he will helping those who need him where possible. He could easily say he’s not getting involved in human affairs but with all the chaos and pain happening he would feel obligated. 

plot ideas: Minor injuries, unaliving someone, protecting people, he can send muses into a sleep if they don’t want to kill their partner 

Fleur Delacour Weasley (Amanda Seyfried) - Not affected - (1/4) - Vic

Her and Bill are going to try and stay out of it. Stay at home. Lock the door and not get involved. But of course she will be worried for her children. Worried about how long it will be like this. What is happening.

plot ideas: offering refuge for someone, helping someone, helping her look for he children, getting caught in crossfire 

Galadriel (Morfydd Clark) - Paired with Will Graham (0/4)

Galadriel has been toying the line between good and evil for a while now. So this is what she might look like if she had agreed to be at Sauron’s side. She will be fighting hard against it. With all her will and might to not hurt someone she cares about. But she might be pushed over the edge into villain Galadriel. 

plot ideas: someone to lock her up to prevent her from hurting will on her request, someone she helps protect, bad influences 

Harwin Strong (Colin O’Donoghue) - Paired with Rhaenrya Targaryen (0/4)

Harwin would fall on his own sword before hurting Rhaenyra. So he will be doing everything he can to fight it. Knowing how aggressive he can be and his skill set. He will be fighting the magic with every fibre of his being. He does not want to hurt them.

plot ideas: someone he asks to lock him up to not hurt anyone, someone he saves, someone he asks to kill him or knock him out so he can’t hurt rhaenyra

Hunter (Jason Momoa) - Paired with Rowena Ravenclaw (3/4) Heron, Rowena. Helena

Hunter has been trained to kill, what if order 66 had worked on him and he just became a ruthless fighter. Emotionless and set on one goal. ���Good Soldiers follow orders.” He has a good hard and will have moments of clarity and fighting back but he will be very soldier on mission most of the time. 

plot ideas: adelaide kane doppleganger plot, minor injuries, someone he gets into a fight with, someone he saves (he is still a good person just has a mission), someone who joins him on his mission

Iorveth (Austin Butler) - Random pairing with Luke Skywalker (1/4) - Luke Skywalker

There was a reason that Iorveth was feared back at home. Because he can be ruthless and uncaring. If he has his heart set on something he intends to see it through and it is very hard to waver him from his path. It takes a lot of convincing. Lethal. 

plot ideas: someone he saves, someone who joins him on his hunt, minor injury, someone he injures 

Jorah Mormont (Aaron Tveit) - Paired with Daeneyrs Targaryen (0/4)

Like Harwin, Jorah’s loyalty is so strong that in moments of clarity he would want to take himself out in order to protect his queen. He will try and help people where he can. Wanting to stay away from Daenerys. He will be looking for Drogon as well to make sure he is safe.

plot ideas: Someone he asks to kill him or severely injure him to protect daenerys, minor/major injury, someone he helps and protects, someone helping him to find his son

Kirby Reed (Penelope Mitchell) - Paired with Randy Meeks (2/4) - Randy, Jill

What if Kirby had picked up the ghostface mask? She is going to lose touch with the kind and lovable kirby and be incredibly dangerous. All bets are off. She is set on Randy needing to die. She will see it through. Don’t get in her way. Final girl. Done. She does still have her medical training so can help people.

plot ideas: someone who gets in her way, someone to pair up with, someone she helps, penelope mitchell doppleganger plots

Loki Laufeyson (Tom Hiddleston) - Paired with Diana Prince (2/4) - Diana, Natasha

One thing to say about Loki is he is very goal orientated. He cares about Diana a lot and lost her once, unsure he can bare it again. But he does not want to be controlled by anyone or anything ever again after what Thanos did to him. He will be fighting the magic tooth and nail. Will he succumb to the magic and be a killer once again or does Loki get to be a hero? 

plot ideas: someone he helps, he can create an illusion of someone’s victim that they can ‘kill’?, someone to help him stay away from Diana, someone he might hurt on accident in one of his switches

Xavier Thorpe (Grant Gustin) - Paired with Wednesday Addams (0/4)

Its a game right? Trying to kill your date? It’s just sort of how it works with Wednesday right? To him its a game. Like tag almost. He wants to win the game. His paintings are coming to life around him because of the lack of control he has over his abilities

plot ideas: people he convinces to join in on the game to find wednesday, someone hurt by one of his paintings coming to life, jenna ortega dopplegangers, grant gustin dopplegangers

Peter Hale (Ben Barnes) - Paired with Beverly Marsh (2/4) - Beverly, Tatum

Peter Hale is one dangerous son of a bitch. The last thing he wants to do is to hurt Bev. But he will almost be full werewolf mode a lot of the time. He will want to be kept away from her because he knows if he is allowed near her he will kill her. And he cannot do that, no matter how much the magic makes him want to. Be ready for fights with him because he will fight back even if he has asked to be kept away from Beverly the magic will make him fight to get at her. 

plot ideas: someone who chains him up to stay away from beverly, someone he unalives in his rage, minor/major injuries, abigail cowen dopplegangers, an alpha he unalives and becomes an alpha

Rabastan Lestrange (Daniel Gillies) - Paired with Cissy Black (0/4)

Bash is evil, straight up he will fight anyone. But he refuses to hurt Cissy. He promised himself that he would never let any harm come to her and if he is that danger he will do what he can to remove himself. He might try and distract himself by causing chaos elsewhere but he will be dangerous, hoping that violence elsewhere might prevent him from wanting to hurt the woman he loves. 

plot ideas: someone who locks him up to prevent him from hurting cissy, someone to cause chaos to distract him, someone he injures/unalives, major/minor injuries, someone he tortures

Satine Kryze (Nicole Kidman) - Paired with Obi Wan Kenobi (0/4)

So long pacifist Satine. She has gone fully back to her youth of being a mandalorian fighter. The one who got the job done. She will be dangerous, there was a reason she put down her blaster and became a politician because when she fired her blaster, someone died. It is mind vs heart again. She could never imagine wanted to hurt her dearest friend. So she will do what she can to stay away from him because she has a good heart. 

plot ideas: someone she requests to keep her away from Obi Wan, someone she helps, someone she over refuge too, someone she injures, minor/major injuries

Silco (Tom Ellis) - Paired with Sarra Palpatine (2/4) Gwen, Jinx

Silco does not want to go after Sarra, surprisingly he quite enjoys her company and does not want her dead. But the magic... he will be fighting back as much as possible to not hurt her. He knows how dangerous he can be when he is set on a goal and will see it through. He will be fighting tooth and nail to not hurt her, that anger might lash out at others though. He doesn’t want to be a villain. He will also be looking for Jinx and Tyler. Make sure she is alright and safe. And to make sure Tyler is alright. 

plot ideas: someone he requests to lock him up, someone he injures, someone he helps, someone who helps him look for his daughter, someone he lashes out at

Sion Val Palpatine (Brenton Thwaites) - Paired with Ciri (2/4) Samara, Sarra

He is my sweet boy!! Stop hurting my sweet boy!! Sion has a good heart, he doesn’t want to hurt anyone but he also is Cosinga’s son and Sheev’s little brother meaning he has the capacity for a lot of anger and aggression. He will have moments of clarity in his rage where he will be completely broken and scared of himself. He does not want to hurt Ciri, he likes her. But he is also worried about losing a sibling again with everything happening. 

plot ideas: florence pugh dopplegangers, someone who finds a very injured sion, someone he helps, someone who is with him when he snaps in and out of it, someone who saves him

Tenel Ka Djo (Katherine Mcnamara) - Paired with Jacen Solo (0/4)

What if Tenel Ka Djo went sith? That is it really. She still has a good heart but she is a fighter. She will not let anyone get in the way of her making sure her daughter is alright (if she cannot find her she might be convinced that its Caedus in front of her and not Jacen who did something to Allana). She will help others still but might be quite set on not letting Caedus hurt her family again. 

plot ideas: someone who helps her look for Allana, Jacob Elordi Dopplegangers, minor/major injuries, someone she helps

Thea Queen (Willa Holland) - Randomly Paired with lillian deville (0/4) 

She was bloodthirsty once, she will be bloodthirsty again. She doesn’t care about her partner, they have to die. It’s that simple in her mind and she will see it through. She might cause some trouble along the way but no one tells her what to do. 

plot ideas: someone who causes a little chaos  with her, willa holland doppleganger plot, someone she saves, someone she hurts, minor/major injury

Toothless (Joseph Quinn) Not participating 

 Thank goodness he’s not because he could be very dangerous if put into a position where his instinct was back on to just kill. So he will be helping others. Using his powers to protect. He will also be looking for his daughter and Light to make sure they are okay. 

Plot ideas: joseph quinn doppleganger plots, minor injuries, someone he saves, someone who helps him look for his family, someone he offers refuge too

Yennefer of Vengerberg (Anya Chalorta) - Paired with Geralt of Rivia - (2/4) - Ciri, Geralt 

Yen has just got Geralt back. She does not want to hurt him so she will do what she can to stay away from him, she will be constantly fluctuating between control and wanting to kill Geralt especially when around him. She does have a good heart and does want to help instead of destroy. But if she loses herself completely it could end with a lot of fire. 

plot ideas: someone she saves, someone she hurts, minor/major injury, a member of the white house she is protecting, 

Ygritte (Lindsey Morgan) - Paired with Jon Snow (1/4) - Jon

She loves Jon, of course she does but she is aggressive and a fighter. She will fall victim to the magic easily and just want to hunt Jon down. Her hunter instincts will take over and she will be goal orientated. Causing some chaos and destruction in her way. 

plot ideas: someone she saves, someone to cause chaos with her, minor/major injury, someone to help her hunt

#hwminievent4 #hw valentines day #death tw #fire tw #violence tw #blood tw #trauma tw #flashing gif tw #long post tw

[fanficfish]

Thomas ranch Au headcanons

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Currently about halfway done with the next fic chapter, so it's about time I get something out about one of the main players in this chapter....and unfortunately not my most liked character. Sorry Thomas, six year old me kinda cemented it when they saw you in a picture book with Rosie that made you two sound like a couple.

He has a kind of sketchy employment history, not like that's strange on this ranch. Except he does actually know what he's doing because he grew up on a horse ranch himself. Edward is very thankful for this little fact when the next three permanent guys are near clueless.

He's the original Sir Topham Hatt's favorite, a position he kind of fell into. Partly because unlike Edward he's much more naive and people-pleasing. He's actually a bit of a pain for quite a while.

eventually he wisens up a lot more after the incident that spawns Henry's Tunnel and even joins in to a degree on the strike, enabling them while trying to pretend he knows nothing ong don't of the Fat Controller (as the ranchers have begun calling Topham Hatt 1)

He and James have a sort of brotherly friendship dynamic, teasing each other a lot. when they're not busy with work, sometimes they go racing, with Thomas on Annie and James on his own favourite mare, Black Beauty (named after the one in the book)

Speaking of which, Thomas had two mares that Topham 1 let's him basically own, Annie and Clarabel. They help him take tours into the hills and he uses them whenever he needs to take visitors somewhere or get around himself. He usually takes Annie, since Clarabel is a little less suited for riding. Though her saddle does come with saddlebags.

He and Percy have a bit of a rivalry, which Toby calls his "free entertiainemnt". They stop bickering to team up against other people though, and once they faced off in a table tennis match against Henry and Gordon when the later two got a bit too snotty about a documentary filmed on the ranch that showcased the two managing the Express.

Thomas and Percy won that one, by the way. Thomas got lucky and Percy was just good at table tennis.

Thomas is really into fishing, and he and Henry occasionally use their off days to go deep-sea fishing. It's a good bribe in Thoams' books, especially if he says he'll pay the fees for the both of them. Duck likes those days because he gets to make seafood for dinner, and he likes to hear their adventures.

Thoams also has a bit of a jealousy streak, which creeps up when it looks like someone might take his favored job of showing visitors around due ranching style. Ryan, Percy, Toby, "Diesel", Rosie, and Daisy have all been victims of the green-eyes Thomas, though by the time brothers Charlie and Billy come around it's simmered down a little (read: Charles Topham Hatt finally pulls him aside and gets it improperly into his head that no one's going to take his horses or his tour route, please stop antagonizing everyone you meet-)

He plays the sax, guitar, and trumpet. One of these is less appreciated then the others by the ranch hands

He had a prank war with Gordon back when Thomas was the ranch's cook (and stablehand because everyone was overworked and multitasking). It ended when Gordon pretended not to notice poor Thomas was in the back of a hay cart Gordon was pulling and Thomas panicked because he doesn't like going as fast as Gordon decided to take his pace. Another reason he prefers guided tours- much more manageable speeds!

and of course, piccrews (not my art)

The second one is Donald and Douglas lugging him out after he flies into the wall of Simeon's house.

I can't decide on his hair :/

#ttte #ttte human au #ttte au #ttte thomas #ttte thomas headcanon #ttte humanisation #headcanon #fanfic #human au

[renee-writer]

Sir Edwin and the Dragon

For @flashfictionfridayofficial 228 prompt.

He is Sir Edwin, Knight of the Village of Fife. The dragon is in a cave right outside the village. His job, Nae his responsibility, is to kill it.

“Sir Edwin, the townspeople await.” The king’s spokesman, Jasper of Troy, enters. The little man stands as tall as his five foot two inches will allow. His face, framed with bushy black hair, is stern. 

“Yes Jasper, I am aware.” He sighs. He would rather deal with King Charles then his hand.

“Then get on it. His Royal Highness’s  subjects will sleep better at night knowing that the menace has been seen to.” He turns abruptly and exits the room with the same energy he entered with.

The menace. That is what all believe, what he has been trained to believe.  The reality though. Another sigh. It isn’t. The dragon is just another creature trying to survive. 

He lifts his shoulders and lets them drop. His sword is removed and examined. It gleams in the dying light. He knows it is sharp enough, having just had it at the grinders. 

“Sir Edwin! Sir Edwin!” It echoes back up at him, their voices. Old men, young men, ladies even children. They all count on him to save them.  Why can’t they understand that they don’t need saving?

Maybe…

“Good townspeople,” They still at his voice, “Hear me. The dragon, it isn’t a threat.”

An increasingly loud murmur starts to raise. 

“Not a threat! Is the good knight a coward then?”

“It breaths fire!”

“Insanity. Of course it is a threat.”

“We need a new knight.”

“Eh, a new knight.”

“Please listen to me. I am no coward and you needn’t ask for another knight. What if I could prove that the dragon isn’t a threat?” They grow still again, willing to at least hear him out. “If I could show there is no threat, would that satisfy?”

They talk amongst themselves. He waits. The candle, burning behind him, drops another nail. An hour has passed since he prepared to face them.

“If you can show that, we will accept it.” They have chosen Lord James as their leader.

“Thank you, good sire. I shall.”

They watch in their torch light, as he walks past them towards the cave. His sword is at his side but not draw. The townspeople have various weapons. 

They follow as far as the entrance to the valley that holds the cave. There they stop. The men stand in front of the women and children. 

“I will return.” Sir Edwin addresses them. They nod.

“We shall be ready if you fail.” Lord James replies. 

“I shan’t.” he says. His voice shakes a bit.

He forces his hands to still at his side as he walks towards the cave. 

“Hail mighty dragon. I come in peace.” 

The creature’s snout appears first. It scents the air. At the smell of the man, it let’s out a low grumbling growl.

“Steady. I am not hear to harm you. I swear it.” His voice has lost its  quiver.

An eye comes out to study him. He stands still, letting the creature take his measure. It twists it’s head. 

“They want me too but I won’t . You’re not a threat. I know it. Why should I take your life when there is no need.” 

It’s entire head and front claws exit the cave. It listens, seemingly understanding what he is saying.

“I need to prove you aren’t a threat otherwise they will send for another knight who will be less understanding. Do you understand?”

It nods it’s head. Sir Edwin almost faints dead away. He thought he was getting through. Now he knows he is.

“Brilliant. You will come with me. Show you’re not a threat?”

The creature makes a strange sound, almost like a cat’s purr. Suddenly, there beside it, is a mini version of itself. Oh, it , she is a mother!

He leads mother and child through the valley. There, they are meet with amazement. Sir Edwin pets the baby while the mother makes her comforting purr sounds. 

“See, she is just a mother protecting her young, not a monster.”

From that night on, the townspeople lived in harmony with the dragons. They joined Sir Edwin in protecting the village. No one dared attack it.

The end 

#my writing #fff228 #a form of distraction #sir edwin amd the dragon #flashficfridayofficial

[boyinatown]

LOOKISM CHAPTER 431 ( SPOILERS!)

real quick before i start the memes and spoilers.

i have intern weeks coming soon which are 10 weeks , 4 days in a week. from 9 to mf 5 pm/am or somt.

i´ll try my best to update the new chapters and memes! though i can´t guarantee.

i also wanted to say thank you for all ur support , likes and reblogs. it means a lot to me fr ! i´ll try my best to keep you satisfied ( that´s what she said- micheal scott.)

so uh yea, ALSO SPOILERS INCOMING DON´T READ OR CONTINUE IF UR NOT FAR IN LOOKISM!.

jinyeon when samuel kept yelling and begging.

vivi when she almost had to get married:

( i hate that bitch why did she have an happy ending.)

SAMUEL & THAT GIRL IN THE ALLEY :

GOO WHEN HE WAS GETTING HIS SHOT AT THE DOCTOR:

what happened inside goo´s head:

LITEREALLY THE DOCTOR WHEN GOO TALKED ABOUT MURDERING SOMEONE:

THE DOCTOR :

me when jake saved xiaolung from taking the fall damage:

LITEREALLY ME @ JAKE BC WHYD U SAVE HIM STINK NOW HE´S GONNA SEE THAT BITCH 😭 💀

now why did miss drug addiction get a happy ending.. fuck u jake

( litereally come to me i want u )

JAMES IS JOINING WORKRES??? MAN WTFFFF

james one day waking up deciding to start a war:

how eugene felt finally having james on his side:

( he´s gonna get folded chapters later 💀 )

me & @lookismaddict when the last chapters:

how big deal looked to eugene:

dg when eugene told him he knew he murdered someone and took the blame for charles:

james knowing hes gonna eat good

gun listening to charles calling his self old:

crystal listening to her dad ramble about his age:

bonus memes underneath the cut!

EXTRA MEMES BC I LOVE MY MOTIVATION RN,

how zack, vasco & daniel will pull up to workers:

( hudson took the pic 😭 💀)

vasco pulling up to workers:

ENU AND DANIEL 😭 💀

the allied crew with enu:

( daniel´s dog)

Goo pulling up to the fight:

( i love that man 😭 💀)

I JUST KNOW CHARLES DID THIS TO GOO ONCE 😭

how lookism mfs fighting look to non main characters:

LITEREALLY VASCO, ZACK & JAY WHEN HUDSON WALKED IN:

VASCO , ZACK & JAY BULLYING HUDSON WHEN DANIEL ISN´T AROUND:

( DUDE IN THE BACK LOOKS LIKE JAY 😭 💀)

samuel def did this to the car eugene bought him:

I AM FEEDING U LOOKISM FANS SO MUCH OMG 😭 💀

so imma dip tf out, maybe i´ll show up again. LMAO

have this tho .

look at my fav male wifes go ( except hudson fuck him)

#lookism memes #skullsmashr #lookism spoilers! #IM SO TIREDDD #gun is my daddy #goo is my fav male bimbo