#LOOK !!! AT HOW HAPPY!!! MAYA IS!! SHE IS IN HEAVEN!!!

[skipper1331]

Swan Lake // Mary Earps

a/n: based off this and this request. Bear with me, I don’t have a clue about ballet, worked with these resources. Thanks to the anon! I hope the way I wrote it is somehow partly correct.

You were exhausted to say at least. The last few months, if not longer were the hardest of your life. Training with the ballet crew from morning to evening was a curse and a blessing. Your feet often hurt or when Mary would pick you up, you would immediately fall asleep in the car yet playing the odette had always been your dream. You worked hard, very hard to be where you were now. Many hours of dancing in your room, in the ballet studio where you used to be as a kid and as an adult, simply everywhere and at any time.

The ballet performance of swan lake was getting closer and closer. Closer than you would have liked. Each day that passed you got more nervous - what if you screw up?

Swan lake is one of the most demanding ballets and the black swan pas de deux, which could be regarded as the hardest dance in a ballet, is part of the extraordinarily challenging role of Odette/Odile. As the lead dancer in this duet executes one of the most challenging sequences -32 fouettes.

Swan Lake features two intermissions and a running period of about three hours. The dancers need to be extremely strong and resilient.

Ballet appears effortless and graceful, but it actually involves years of rigorous training and is incredibly technical.

You could imagine how your training schedule looked like. The ballet was hard, demanding yet you loved everything about it. You loved to work with your co-workers who became your second family.

Ballet was your first love and even if you thought about quitting, you never did, the love you held was always stronger than the actual negative.

So basically your life consisted of ballet and Mary Earps, your longterm girlfriend.

Mary.

Your anchor in the sea.

She understood you like no one else did, she loved you like no one else did.

The world refered to you as the power-sports-couple.

The footballer and the dancer as they say. It wasn’t always easy between the two of you, you had your ups and downs - professional footballer and ballet dancer, busy schedules, not much time for one another. Yet you managed. Your love was stronger than any schedule - your love was the motivation the other one had to keep fighting.

A match made in heaven.

-

"You‘re coming tomorrow, right?" you asked Mary who was laying beneath you as she drew patterns on your back.

"Of course, baby, I wouldn‘t miss it for the world" she stated, squeezing your hips as reassurance.

Weirdly enough, even though you had completely different schedules and training plans, Mary had always been at every important performance of yours and you were at all of her important matches (Euros, etc). It was something that meant more than words could: you would support each other no matter what.

"Lessi, Ella, Leah, everyone is gonna be there. They‘re gonna be amazed by you!" You giggled in her chest, her pride radiating of her body.

-

"Guys" Mary said in a stern voice to her national team mates. They looked at her with wide eyes, she normally used that tone on the pitch and only on the pitch. Were they in trouble? "So you know Y/n?"

"The girl you never shut up about?" Lessi asked with a sweet grin, knowing how obsessed Mary was with you and everything you did, "nah we don‘t know her" Ella added, mocking.

"Shut it!" Mary grumbled before she continued, "well, in a few months there will this big ballet performance and she‘s the principal dancer,"

"Is she havin‘ heart eyes?" Maya whispered as she looked at your lover girl who had the biggest smile and so said heart eyes covering her face. "And I want you to come. You don‘t have to, but i know she’d be really happy to see support from her friends."

Within seconds, the girls agreed, they loved you and the fact that you made Mary happy.

-

"What if I mess up?" you asked as you laughter died down, your head hidden in the crook of Mary’s neck. "You won‘t, love. You worked so hard to be there, you deserve it my girl, you deserve everything" she pressed a lingering kiss to your head, hugging you tightly.

Mary knew for sure that you would amaze everyone and with that thought she fell into a slumber, ready to see you shine.

-

"Wake up, baby, it‘s your big day" the goalie whispered as she kissed along your cheek. Not a morning person at all, you turned away, grumbling, "no baby, you‘ve to get up" pressing more quick kisses over your face as it scrunched up in responds, she knew you were slowly waking up. "Proper kiss?" you demanded softly with your morning voice while sitting up and rubbing your eyes.

"Anything for you" Mary firmly pressed her mouth on your own, one hand cupping your cheek to deepen it as she purred every inch of her love in that kiss.

Your mind was spinning as she pulled away, chest heaving at the intensity of her kiss - not expecting something like that in the early hours of the morning. "I made you breakfast and your towel is in the dryer so it‘s warm after your shower" you watched the goal keeper with so much love as she went to her drawer to hand you her hoodie, knowing that you get cold easily when you left the bed.

"What did I do to deserve you?"

Holding out her hand for you to take, the united player replied, "I ask myself the same question everyday" she didn’t give you the time to react before she pulled you at your hand in the kitchen, the table full of your favorite foods.

"Mary!" you gasped, "who‘s gonna eat all of that?" laughing at her confused expression, she answered straightaway, "you?"

-

Mary was jittery as she took a seat in the front row, next to her friends. She was biting her nails, body and mind filled with emotions.

She felt pride.

She felt excitement.

She felt nervous.

She felt afraid.

How will this end? She prayed that everything would work the way it should. That everything you did was the way it was trained. Ballet wasn‘t like dancing - Mary went on the pitch not knowing what‘s going to happen while you went on stage knowing exactly what should happen. It was the fear, the nervousness and the adventure that made both so exciting. In a way, your job and her job were so similar because they were so different.

The lights were on, people chatting and the curtain still closed, "she‘s going to be great" the skipper whispered in Mary’s ear as she was sitting behind her friend. With a squeeze on her shoulder, Leah tried to ease the goalies mind. Back at her funny and cocky self, she answered, "I know she will" and Mary truly believed it.

-

After what felt like forever in Mary’s eyes, the light started to dim before it went out fully, slowly the curtain was pulled open as it revealed the stage design. Everything looked beautiful and on point, nothing was where it didn‘t belong. The orchestra started playing, yourself going on stage looking absolutely breathtaking as you started the performance.

Mary sat there with her mouth agape, amazed by everything you did, her heart swelled with pride, eyes wide with hearts.

The goal keeper‘d seen you train and the effort you put in the show, the tears that left your eyes at night, the amount of times she carried your sleeping figure out of the car,

for the moment right now.

Everybody was holding their breath, nobody dared to say something (even Tooney, the goofy loud girl), the world just stopped. Everything disappeared - the ballet of the swan lake.

-

As the last note of the orchestra sounded, the silence became loud, a single tear of pride and joy escaped from Mary‘s eye. She said it before and will gladly do it again, you never failed to amaze her. It was the elegance of ballet that appealed to people, but if you look behind the façade - like Mary could - your mind would change, then you would know it not only looked effortlessly beautiful, but the years that each individual had to sacrifice.

The first to break the silence of the lionesses was Lucy, "wow" to which every girl agreed.

That performance was more than just wow yet everyone was too speechless to say anything else. As the lights were turned back on, the audience started to clap. Every single person in the audience stood up, clapping in their dazed state - it was the beauty of ballet.

The dancers, including yourself, stood in a row, smiling at the audience before bowing down. Your smile reached both of your ears, eyes fixed on Mary as she smiled proudly.

Everyone was also introduced individually with their role, who was then supposed to take a step forward, wave and bow again before joining the line again.

No doubt, when it was your turn that Mary told Alessia, "that‘s my girlfriend!" before clapping and cheering the loudest.

The goalie was the proudest girlfriend in the world, not just today but everyday.

-

"Baby, you were so amazing! And the sound effects with the-" Mary imitated the orchestra music, her hands flying around to visualize it, "and your moves" she stretched her legs in the air, walking on tip toes as she tried to explain every detail she saw. "Deep breaths my love" you giggled as you jumped on the kitchen counter, enjoying the show Mary gave you with her interpretation of swan lake. "Nah! It was just- you were just so- I’m so stunned" she flopped in your arms, standing in between your legs while her arms wrapped around your waist, "I’m so proud of you" she mumbled, her forehead resting against your own.

You matched her voice level with your answer, "Thank you. I love you"

"I love you too"

"I’m so fucking tired" you laughed, the iconic line of Lucía García leaving your lips. Mary with her famous laugh, picked you up and carried you, like so often, to bed, tugging you under the duvet after she had changed you in some comfortable sleeping clothes.

Before Mary even had the chance to join you, your soft snores filled the room, your body too exhausted to stay awake a minute longer. When she got cozy beside you, she pulled you close, cuddling your deep asleep figure.

Yet not going to sleep without giving you a good night kiss, so she pressed one against your forehead.

That night she dreamt about your gracefulness in the ballet and -

The beauty of the swan lake.

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[presidentlokis-hornyhelmet]

Holding On

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x gn!reader Summary: You had been his first -first friend, first crush, first kiss, first person to know his alter-ego.. You had been his everything and he lost you. Warnings: Major Character Death, Depression, Grief/Mourning, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Angst, Jealousy (pt 2 to "Six Feet's Never Felt So Far" but can be read as a standalone too)

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🎶🎵 I'm still holding on to everything that's dead and gone Here I am alone, between the heavens and the embers 🎶🎵 In The Stars by Benson Boone

Pavitr clutched your photo tightly in his hands and hugged it to his chest, tears streaming down his face as he stared blankly at the ceiling. The sound of the fan was the only indicator of life in the room. His eyes caught on it's dizzying rotation, face stoic and expressionless. His heart wasn't broken, it was ripped out of his chest and burnt right before his eyes. 

It'd been six months, but to Pavitr, Y/n's death felt like only yesterday. 

Pavitr had refused to believe your were gone. He even went about seeming unaffected or "moved on" but in reality, it was just denial. Deny, deny and keep denying. Until the 13th day ritual of Preta Karma -a ceremony where rites are performed in honour of the late family member and prayers are done. 

He broke down, refusing to attend the ceremony. He was only invited as Y/n's best friend as their relationship had been a secret -known to none else except Gayatri- which hurt even more. 

And, in the months that followed, Pavitr had refused to leave his room unless it was for school or superheroing, grieving and mourning your love in silence. 

He tried to distract himself with Spider-Man-ing through Mumbattan, as Gayatri suggested, but ultimately failed. It felt like a chore now that you were gone. 

"Y/n will always be with us in spirit, Pavi. What would N/n think if they saw you like this? You know, they would want you to be happy.. not, not destroy yourself." 

It was true what Gayatri had said, Pavitr was destorying himself mentally and physically by skipping meals or over eating, playing Benson Boone's In The Stars in an endless loop as he laid on his bed and stared at the ceiling passively. 

You had been the light in his darkness after the death of Uncle Bhim. Back then he dealt his uncle's death the same way: starvation, overeating, locking himself in his room and refusing to interact. 

It was you who reached through the dark web he'd woven around himself and pulled him out, helped him through his guilt and depression. 

"How long are you going to stay like this, lying in your room and staring at the fan?" 

He moved not a muscle, but you knew he was listening. 

"You know, Pavu, uncle Bhim would hate to see you this way."

Still no reply. You sighed and combed your fingers through his hair, pulling his hair in a soothing motion. He turned his face in your lap, eyes sore and dry as dull brown orbs greeted yours. His face was blank and devoid of emotion as if he lost the will to live. 

This won't do. 

This boy had to get up and move on; even Maya aunty was concerned. She had accepted her husband's death and come to terms a while later, but Pavitr stubbornly refused to let go. 

You caught his gaze, gently leaning into him. When he made no notion to move, you pressed your lips to his, kissing him softly. 

Pavitr was slow to realize you were kissing him but when he eventually caught it, he reciprocated fervently. 

You pulled away, breathing hard. His eyes opened slowly, watching you with dilated pupils. 

"You... kissed me." 

"Yeah..", you blushed slightly, "I.. I hated seeing you down in the dumps.. you really need to move on, Pavu. Bhim uncle wouldn't want you to look so sad." 

"You kissed me." 

"Yeah, I did- but, please, don't think I'm taking advantage of you", you add quickly. 

He knows you didn't; he knows you better than he knows himself. 

"Pavu, you need to get up and get back. I'm not asking you to become the Old Pavitr, but I want you to accept Uncle Bhim's death and move on. I know it's hard, but promise me you'll try." 

The fact you were crushing on him went over his head at that moment, but he had plenty of time to realize it later. 

Though his smile didn't fully reach his eyes, you were content with any reaction other than blankness. Baby steps. 

"I will try, N/n." For you. 

You hardly expected the drastic change. Pavitr got up early the next day, showered, did laundry, recited prayer and left the room. When you came to check on him later, you found him doing chores around the house, his room spick and span. Uncle Bhim's photo on the wall was neatly adorned with flowers and incense sticks, to your delight. Maya aunty was so happy and silently thanked you. 

He kept his long hair as you suggested, as a sign of growth and to never forget what the past taught him. For Bhim Uncle. 

It was the first ever you saw him smile after Uncle Bhim's demise. And, maybe you didn't know, but it was because of you: his sun. 

Pavitr rolled over on the bed, clutching the framed photo to his chest and stared at your bright orbs in the picture. It was taken on his birthday last year. 

You had begun to spend more time with Hari Oberoi recently and it was nagging Pavitr. He knew you guys were just as much as friends as he and Hari were, and he knew you only had platonic feelings for him, but jealousy reared it's ugly head. 

It's been a week and you have refused to spend more than fifteen minutes alone with him and he was getting increasingly anxious. 

Did you not like him anymore? Did you suddenly realize you have feelings for Hari? Are you going to break up with him? Is that why you won't hang out with him anymore, to let him down gently? 

A million questions plaguing his mind and everytime he saw Hari with his arm around you, he felt lost, betrayed and jealous. Hari was stealing you from him. 

"Who are you texting, Y/n?", he asked the next time you met, eating pani puri from a street vendor. 

Had you been aware, you would've noticed him not calling you the usual nickname. 

"No one." 

His heart broke into peices, because isn't that what you say when you're seeing some one else? 

He was just about to ask you the same when you stood up from your table and paid for your snack, asking him to meet you later that evening on your usual spot before disappearing into the crowd. 

It was confirmed. You were breaking up. 

The whole afternoon, Pavitr talked to himself on the different ways he'd convince you, eventually giving up and deciding to just accept it. 

It was half-past the time you had agreed to meet when Pavitr got dressed and put on somewhat decent clothes. He opened the door of his room, sad and hopeless, only to be greeted by Hari holding a giant cake. Maya aunty, you and Gayatri were standing beside him, popping confetti on him as he stepped outside. 

Oh, heck. He'd completely forgotten. 

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LOSER!", you all yell as Maya aunty shot you a playfully disapproving look. 

You collide onto him in an embrace, subtly kissing his cheek as you whisper in his ear. "Happy birthday, baby." 

He hugged you tightly as Hari and Gayatri joined in, Maya aunty flashing pics as his face was smeared in cream. 

He wasn't losing you, after all! 

Pavitr's nails dug into the frame and it breaks under his spider strength. Tears rush down his cheeks on their own as he cries harder, gritting his teeth in guilt and kicking himself.

You had been his first -first friend, first crush, first kiss, first person to know his alter-ego.. and the first to make him question his existence. 

You had been his everything and he lost you. 

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[roseadleyn]

if u truly like diabolik lovers (according to ur fandom list anyways) then any diabolik lovers ocs that you like and/or love?? and do you have any dl ocs of your own?

OH MY GOD. i have another ask like this. should probably stop procrastinating and answer all 87 of my asks but procrastination is life 😍‼️

btw this list is not in order at all‼️i love you all the same <333

1. helen harrison, aurora, and lae'la by @/nutaella-kookie

laila isn't around on tumblr anymore (deactivated) but i actively stalk all blogs that contain helen posts. she's my favorite oc ever created and i genuinely love and fantasize about her all the timeeee

aurora is the BEST person in the demon world alongside devyn and gilbert. shut up. u don't get to argue because omg i love this woman

and lae'la... she's so objectively wrong but oh my heavens she looks good while she's at it. girlboss, love her.

2. keiichirou seong by @gingerall

okay but i am so in love with this man u do not understand!!! he's written well, he's drawn well, and he's so pretty 😭💞 yes he's a red flag but red is my favorite color so what are you going to do about it huh 🙄🙄

(@gingerall's art SLAYS btw. go check it out. i dare you. rn. )

3. devyn kang by @secretarykang

devyn is so beautiful???? so girlboss???? like, genuinely, this is the rare female oc who's a compelling female character who doesn't need to beat everyone up to be empowering and i just. hhhh ma'am i love u pleaseee

4. maya by @summercreolefanfictioner

BABIE!!! mentally traumatized, but babie!!! i found maya a while back and read her ENTIRE masterlist in one setting. istg i love her, she's so complex (in a good way!!) and deserves the world for putting up with kanato like she does

5. gilbert by @summercreolefanfictioner

SIR??? MY HAND IN MARRIAGE IS HERE??? literally simp over him as a hobby he's too well written and way too handsome for me to not do that okay??? and also he didn't need to die miss summer he deserves a happy ending with devyn!!!

6. cyra by @mariicake

is she single??? because i am (/j)

okay but like come on. this woman is so. wjsjd she makes me feel things she's so pretty and she slays literally every interaction with those mentally ill vampires and whatever else cooks in the dl abyss

7. asa, akemi and amaya by @crookedherringcolorclodthe2nd

(i'm unable to tag your original blog, my apologies!!)

my go to ocs if i need to laugh??? these girls. i absolutely adore their dynamic and the way they're written, a definite 10/10 for character building

8. malorie by @whitechocolatemochaasblog

MALORIE IS THE PRETTIEST NAME EVER OMG. also i just love how cute she is???? she's so baby, i love her with my whole entire heart and soul

9. makoto by @kirua9

poor girl </3 she just wants some love 😭 come here makoto i can treat u better than he ever could‼️

she's so hurt that it makes my heart ache

as for whether i have my own dl ocs... i have my own ocs, but not dl ones!! i'm considering putting my ocs in dl but i'll probably do it after i've organized this blog a little bit, you know???

currently, the ocs that are out are xander, raymond, roselyn, and caelia, and i'm working on emma (that's her old moodboard) rn <333 seven of my ocs have moodboards but i hated the mbs so i obviously had to remake them all; currently four have been remade, fifth is abt to be done‼️

lots of my mutuals have ocs but none of them are dl, so they weren't mentioned here. they slay nonetheless!!!

...and i've rambled way, way too much again, bye bye 😍

[mydarlingdearestdead]

Original Characters Masterlist

Atlas and Rosalyn:

Siren Song Precious Time "I prayed to god for the purpose in believing in god." "...But a sin." "Whether I'm attracting flies or not." "Wanna know a secret?" "Happy birthday, my love." "It's almost midnight." - Rosalyn and Narrator "That kind of day." - Linney and Narrator Assigning Blame - Linney and Narrator Obligation "Heaven to a sinner." Wounds Abigail

Icarus:

In the Last Strains of Sunlight - Remus, Maria and Emmeline "I pick hell." - Remus and Allie "The final straw!" - Remus and Maria "I don't think I care." - Remus and Maria A Threadbare, Baby Blue Bear - Remus and Jan "Charlie..." - Maria and Charles Crocodile Expression - Maria and Charles Glitter-Free - Remus, Maria and Charles "Happy birthday, Remus..." - Remus and Karma "God forbid your mother has friends." - Remus, Karma, Allie and Maria Muffins are a fair price - Remus, Allie and Jan Halloween - Remus and Allie "Dyslexia strikes again." - Remus, Karma and Allie "Cats and dogs." - Remus, Karma, Allie and Nyx

Elton and Orion:

"Let me guess..." Silver Pepper of the Stars Sweet as Sugar "How to make a guy feel special." Kiss the Girl Eliza Puzzle Rings "This year..." Wedding Crasher AU pt. 1 Wedding Crasher AU pt. 2 "Are you blushing?" Maybe Love

Arachne:

"Affection for Mr Loyal..." - Odessa Miss Charlotte De Baviere - Lottie "Technically a genius." - Odessa, Loyal and Marriot Dr Odessa Halliway - Loyal and Dinah Ethics - Odessa, Loyal and Marriot "You're brilliant!" - Odessa and Loyal "You get it." - Odessa and Loyal "Friend or therapist?" - Odessa and Arthur "I get it." - Odessa and Loyal Scars and Stories - Loyal and Lottie All Good Things Arrive Haphazardly - Odessa and Loyal "My circus, my monkeys." - Odessa, Loyal and Marriot "Not that girl." - Odessa and Loyal Salt and Sugar - Lottie and Marriot

Fairly:

For Finch - Ambrose and Finch "Running through the airport love?" - Ambrose and Finch His Touch can Ruin or Rebuild my Life as he Sees Fit. - Ambrose and Finch Built to Preform - Luka and Doe Him or Her - Harlow Supposed True Love - Luka and Doe Amateur - Luka, Doe and Harlow (au) Doe Eyes - Luka and Doe "A very pretty Soprano!" - Luka and Doe Harlow! - Harlow and Luka "Hai..." - Harlow and Herring He is divine - Finch and Luka "I want it to be perfect." - Ambrose and Desta "Running through the airport love?" - Maya and Finch Status Quo - Ambrose and Finch "Time to go home." - Ambrose and Finch "They'll kill you." - Ambrose and Lennon Wonders of the World - Luka (and Doe) Doe Divine - Doe (Au) "If Freud wouldn't have a field day with that." - Ambrose and Finch Third Party Revenge - Ambrose, Desta and Meredith All the Wonders of the World - Luka "She doesn't deserve any of that." - Ambrose and Finch (and Doe) "Made for each other." - Ambrose, Finch, Luka and Doe "Doe." - Luka and Doe "Do I know you from somewhere?" - Doe and Desta "What is he punishing himself for?" - Desta and Meredith (and Ambrose) "Nothing special." - Ambrose and Finch Snow - Luka and Doe "We always won." - Luka and Doe Technicolour - Doe and Finch True Solace - Luka and Doe

Dawson and Jude:

"Looking for myself..." "I'm Dawson."//"My name is Jude." "How I missed you." "Like he hopped out of a storybook." - Jude and Lennon Jude's Homicidal Skillset (Or lack thereof) - Jude and Lennon "Someone they like." "Extra-curriculars." - Jude, Dawson, Eva and Arden

Salem:

Facade of Blame

[aeoneri]

[Tacones Rojos] Chapter 13: From Heaven to Hell

Summary:

ACT II: GABRIELA – Happy news gets overshadowed by a heartbreaking event that leaves Gabriela devestated.

+���👠👠+

The days following their tense confrontation at the bar, Marco became more attentive and affectionate. He showered Gabriela with compliments and expensive gifts, and even went as far as surprising her with her flowers just because “he felt like it”.

Gabriela would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy them, but at the back of her mind, she somehow knew that the moment wouldn’t last. After all, it wasn’t the first time this happened. She had gotten used to it over the years, though eventually, she got tired of the same charade. 

She was always waiting for the other shoe to drop. And when it happened, it was when she least expected it.

…

It happened during a hell of a work week, almost three weeks after.

“Great work today, Sebastián. Looks like we’ll be able to release a teaser next week!”

Gabriela had spent many nights working overtime recently. While she was relieved that her client’s upcoming album was on its way out for the public, she felt a little bittersweet about it. Everyone knew how sentimental she was, but it was what made her great about her work. She would pour all the blood, sweat and tears, just to bring out the vision of each and every one of the people she worked with.

“Another one for the books, eh, Gabriela?” Esteban, the sound engineer, hummed and stretched his limbs as their session closed for the day. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say his new single is inspired by you.”

“What? Noooo.” Gabriela chuckled while they made their way out. “Definitely didn’t have anything to do with it.”

“It’s about a woman in red heels.”

“And?”

“You always wear red heels.”

“I do not! I’m not wearing heels right now, dummy. And do you always stare at people’s feet?”

“Of course not!” Esteban pretended to be offended. “But you can’t help but notice something that stands out, don’t you? I’m pretty sure there’s some subtle messaging in there.”

“Cute. But that’s not the case, and you know it.” 

Their boisterous laughter echoed throughout the office. “I’m just playing with you.” Esteban wiped a tear from his eye and nudged Gabriela playfully. “By the way, I wanted to say congratulations. I’ve heard from Maya. Does this mean you’ll be leaving us and move on to grace our screens full-time?”

“Wow, news travels fast around here. I can’t keep a secret at all!” Gabriela tried to cover a smile. She had expected that it would spread like wildfire once she told someone about her casting for a telenovela remake — in which case, her boss, Maya (the record executive and the only person whom she disclosed to since getting the message in the middle of their recording marathon) shared the good news to the group. “Not quite, Steb. You guys will still see me around, though this is my last project for the time being. They’re still finalizing some parts of the script, so filming isn’t going to start for weeks.”

“Hey, as long as you don’t forget us mere mortals, I’m cool with it.” Esteban ribbed and Gabriela rolled her eyes at him. “But for real, though, stay as humble as you are, Ella. I’d hate to see you alienate yourself once you become an even bigger star than you are now.”

Gabriela clasped a hand to her heart. Everyone at work supported her wholeheartedly, which brought her near to tears. She had worked hard for everything and she absolutely deserved it. “That’s so sweet. You’re going to make me cry!”

“Haha, please, I’m just being honest.” Esteban patted her shoulder comfortingly. “So, let’s get to editing the final cut now, shall we? I can’t wait to get home to finally sleep on my bed for once!”

…

Hi Gabriela. I can’t thank you enough for doing the audition, even if it was last minute. I’ve spoken to the studio management and the other producers about your performance, and we’re happy to share with you that they’ve agreed to cast you as our Imelda on the upcoming remake. I’m sure you know that Nando is directing — he insisted that I try to book you when he got the script from Alejandra. Trust me, it didn’t take much convincing to get me on board with the idea, but rules are rules!

Talk to you soon, hija. I’ll have my assistant send you the details once we’ve finalized the rest.

– Juana +57-304-XXXXXXX

Gabriela read the text message from Juana for the nth time that day as she walked out of her building into the busy city. Esteban had miraculously finished editing early, and now she found herself with a free hour before she was due home. 

Sorry, can’t pick you up from your workplace tonight. I’m still in the middle of a songwriting session, but let’s go and have dinner tomorrow. Your pick.

See you at home later, bebé.

– Mi Novio +57-321-XXXXXXX

Gabriela’s brows furrowed in contemplation at Marco’s reply to an earlier message. She hadn’t shared the news of her new project to Marco — it was unexpected, and it felt like something she should share in person. Good news always came, but this felt different. Life-changing, even.

Though a feeling nagged at her insides, telling her that it was a bad idea, Gabriela decided to surprise him at his workplace instead, and got herself on the bus to get there.

…

On the way, Gabriela recalled how surprising it was when she first got hooked into doing the audition. It was about a week after the bar incident, and Alejandra, Juana’s loyal and formidable assistant, called her out of the blue while Gabriela was out on a date. Last minute calls were nothing new for Gabriela as she had experienced events like such before, but she had never expected a veteran to ask for her specifically.

For some strange reason, she lied when Marco asked about it.

She was all nervous when the date came and faced the producers and casting directors, with Juana sitting front and center. The woman had been a famous actress in her heyday, but eventually moved on to direct and produce films and TV. She had a strange knack for casting the right people for roles, and held everyone to a high degree — so much so that everyone who knew her called her La Tigresa  — the tigress — for her ferocity. 

Everyone in the industry knew Juana was a force to be reckoned with, even Gabriela, who had the pleasure of working with her in past productions she starred in. She considered Juana a mentor or sorts who pushed her to go further, but Gabriela didn’t think that any of her previous performances were striking enough to be the first choice.

Or the only choice for that matter.

Gabriela arrived at her destination half an hour later, clutching her phone close to her chest. The sinking feeling sitting at the pool of her stomach earlier now felt like lead, and the sudden urge to flee was so strong just as she walked through the double doors of the building. She shook it off, telling herself it was probably from excitement as she waited for the lady at the reception to buzz her up.

There was nothing to worry about, after all. Marco knew that she sometimes took on acting roles and supported it from the sidelines. But as she approached his office and heard soft moaning noises coming from the other end, Gabriela knew that like everything else in this life, that she had allowed herself to hope and dream only to be crushed by reality.

She quickly turned on her heels and ran as far away as she could, all while her world came tumbling down.

…

Gabriela didn’t bother answering her phone, even as it kept vibrating and vibrating on her nightstand. She stared at nothing with blank eyes, huddled in the corner of a bed that’s not her own, her hastily packed bags strewn all over the floor.

She didn’t even move or flinched when someone softly knocked at the door. “Hey.” Ávila peeked their head through the doorway. “José made some Cazuelas, just the way you like them. Come join us for dinner, Ella?”

“I’m not hungry, Ávi.” Gabriela mournfully responded, still remaining seated, fixated at the wall. “I just want to be alone right now.”

Ávila’s heart broke at the sight of their friend wallowing in self-pity, and anger flared within. They held it back, however, knowing that it wasn’t what Gabriela needed right now. “Okay. We’ll just leave some for you in case you feel like eating.” Ávila murmured softly. “Call us if you need anything.”

“No luck?” José asked hesitantly when Ávila returned to the dining room. His face fell when Ávila buried their face in their hands in despair. He quickly rushed over to their side and wrapped a comforting arm around to soothe them.

“No. Not tonight.” Ávila’s lip quivered as hot tears streamed down their cheeks. “She’s physically present, but mentally? It’s just…I’m worried, José. It’s been two days, and she hasn’t had anything.”

“Ella needs some time, love.”

“But she’s now a free woman! She should be out there celebrating, cussing his name, and tearing it to shreds! ¡Qué gonorrea de persona!”

“Ávi…”

“And he has the balls to call her multiple times? For what? Explain that whatever she heard was a misunderstanding? That he wasn’t fucking this flashy new artist that just so happened to be in the news lately with his name attached? Just because their relationship was private doesn’t give him a pass for going along with the scandal and making it a reality!”

“Amor…”

“...then he starts calling me asking where she is and as if I would give him that satisfaction or information about her whereabouts, that no good, hijo de puta— ”

“Ávi, that’s enough.” José gripped Ávila’s shoulders and forced them to look at him. “I know you’re angry. I’m furious as well that this happened to Ella, but this is her problem. We can’t fix this for her, and you know it. We can trash talk her ex’s name into oblivion, feed into the celebrity gossip and whatnot, but it’s not going to help bring her back to herself. What Gabriela needs right now are her friends. OUR support as she navigates this finality on her own.”

Ávila’s eyes were red and they swallowed hard. “What if she doesn’t get better?”

They both glanced at the closed door without a word. “I trust her.” José spoke with certainty. “Have faith.”

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Glossary of terms (in order of appearance in-text): Bebé - Baby Cazuelas - a type of stew from South America, named after the unglazed earthenware it is usually served in. The type of cazuela José prepared is Cazuela de mariscos, a type of seafood stew that’s popular along the Caribbean coast of Colombia, especially in Cartagena, Barranquilla, and Santa Marta. "¡Qué gonorrea de persona!” - "What a gonorrea of a person!". Apart from its usual connotation as an STD, in Colombian jargon, it can also mean someone unpleasant, despicable, or ugly.

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Stop and Stare~ Joseph Quinn

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The first person to notice that you and Joseph couldn't stop staring at each other was Jamie, he'd been watching the both of you sneak shy little glances, he saw the hint of red both paint your cheeks and the shy little smiles you shared.

" Darling" he calls to you, curling one finger at you telling you to come over. You rose from your seat with your eyebrows knitted together as you made your way over to him.

" What's the matter?" both of his index fingers are in a triangle against his lips as he looks up at you with an eyebrow raised. " Care to share something?"

" What do you mean?" He turns his gaze at where Joseph sat drinking his water bottle, trying not to make it obvious that he had been watching you talk to Jamie. Your gaze locked on Joseph who lifts up his hand and waves holding the cap from his bottle of water, only three fingers were up when he waved.

" Joseph?" Jamie nodded as if you got what he meant and when he sees your taking the time to answer, he rolls his eyes as he runs a hand down his face. " I adore you to bits, darling but you gotta tell poor Joseph over there how you feel. He can't keep his eyes off of you"

Your cheek paint the color red as you lock gaze with Joseph once again, he looked away this time with a hint of red displaying on his cheeks and his ears.

" He's not into me like that" you mumble causing Jamie to frown. " Yes he is" you glance back down at Jamie.

" He's not" Jamie groaned closing his eyes. He wasn't about to have this argument with you. He looks back at Joseph as he watches from the corner of his eyes curious to what you and Jamie had been talking about.

-

" Joseph!" hands clapped in front of his face bringing him out of his thought as he stood near Maya and Joe, they were in a conversation and Joseph happened to join them.

The clap brought him out of his thoughts as he glanced over at Maya who had a smirk on her face while Joe chuckled, nudging him with his elbow.

" You got it bad" Joseph knitted his eyebrows as he looked at the two.

Maya spoke up, " You should really tell her how you feel. The two of you have such chemistry together, even on set. Everyone can see it."

" It's true man, she's into you too" Joe says. Joseph looks over at you, ears perking up as he hears your laughter at something Gaten had said. He watches the wrinkle near your eyes, the way you tilted your head back a bit and your smile making his heart flutter.

You were the most beautiful person in the world but he always thought you never go for a guy like him.

" Don't just stand there, go" he felt a push on his back and looked back to see Maya shooing him with her hands. Joseph looked back at his eyes set on you. His feet carried him before he knew it, he was standing in between you and Gaten.

" Joe!" Gaten's face beamed as he greeted him, the two hugged and you watched them.

" Y/N" Joseph smiles at you. His brown eyes shining as his eyes roamed your face seeing the happiness in your eyes, the way your smile widen when he stepped in and the way he heard his name roll off your tongue, it was heaven.

Gaten watched the two stand in silence just looking at each other with those shy smile on their faces.

" Oh brother" he says, rolling his eyes with a smile on his face. Joseph and you glared at him as he shot his hands up, moving back watching the two of you return sending each other small smiles and longing looks on your faces.

-

You were sitting between Joe and Maya for the panel to talk about S4, about your character, about your love interest with Eddie, and some questions from fans.

Joseph held his microphone in his hands but as he sat down, he pouted seeing you weren't sitting close by.

Maya had sent him a smirk seeing his reaction and he looked away just in time for the panel to start.

Joseph continued to look at you when you were asked questions about your character, and when you spoke about your love interest Eddie, you kept looking at Joe who look down at his lap with a small shy smile on his face. It was cute.

" They are going to make me barf" Joe leans in telling Maya in her ear. Maya pushes his shoulder to shut him up as she listens as you talked.

" Can we paused for a moment?" Finn asks as he stands up from his chair and makes his way over to Joseph putting a hand on his shoulder.

" Does anyone notices the glances between Joseph and Y/N over there?" The crowd cheers as some of them did, but no one said anything until Finn brought it up.

" It's not the first time it happened" Joe commented, you really wanted to shrink down a few sizes feeling your cheeks heat up as everyone noticed. You were really shy around Joseph and couldn't help it.

You two spoke here and there, but you were nervous around him and didn't know how to react around him.

" It's not just the glances, it's the smiles too. The longing looks. You two should just kiss or other things, as children are here and I rather not scar them" Maya says making the crowd laugh.

" We should just switch seats since you two keep looking at each other " Joe joked as he nuges you.

You put your hand over your eyes feeling embarrassed.

Joseph took notice of this and slide off his chair as he made his way over to you standing in front of you, blocking you from the fans.

" Sweetheart?" He asks. He tapped your hands with his finger letting you know it's okay. When you brought your hands down to look at him, his eyes held concern as he looked at you.

" I'm so sorry about this" he motioned around with the microphone still in his hand. You glance down at your lap.

" Just kiss her already!"

Joseph looked for the source that said it and it was Sadie and Millie who yelled it, " Kiss her! Kiss her!" everyone started to chant. You giggled with a hint of red painted your cheeks.

" We don't have to if you don't want to" he says, but leans in that you can hear him clearer over the shouting. Your eyes lock with his brown beautiful eyes.

" I want to" he leans in closer that his breath is fanning over your face and brushes his lips against yours testing the waters. You leaned up pressing your lips to his.

The crowd cheers along with the cast members but it was real quick because Joseph doesn't want the kiss to be like this, he wants to hold you while you two kiss, to feel your arms around his neck, to have your chest against his and he wants you to feel safe. Not over whelmed. Not with this.

He pulls away a bit, but not before he says " this isn't the last kiss, trust me, sweetheart"

He shyly looks at the crowd and then to his feet.

" I look forward to it, Joseph and maybe I'll show you how it's really done" you said into the microphone catching him off guard as his mouth drops, everyone else is shouting and screaming but the two of you lock eyes and there is playfulness behind as he smirks.

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"Alright, uh… confession. I got no idea what I'm doin' here."

He looked around the shop like a monster was about to pop out of any corner. Like the carnations were going to bite him and the pots lined up on the windowsill next to them would come to life and crush his feet. The poor guy looked terrified, but it's nothing Maya hadn't handled before.

"That's what I'm here for. What's your name?" She asked, sensing they'd be there a while.

"Dean."

On any other day, Maya would've been resenting a burly, middle-aged guy with no idea what he wanted coming into the shop twenty minutes before closing, especially on a Thursday. Jade had their A.A. meetings on Thursdays so Maya was alone for the evening. But this Dean guy? He looked so lost, so nervous, so utterly out of place. There was something else about him that made her want to help, too. Maya wasn't sure what, but she'd figure it out.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Maya. Let's start with this: why are you here today, Dean?"

"Anniversary tomorrow."

Concise and to the point. Maya made a mental note. She also noted how he wiped his palms on his jeans and clenched his jaw. Nerves.

"How many years have you been together?"

That got a smile out of him. "A lot. A whole lot. But this is, uh. First wedding anniversary."

She donned a wide smile. "Congratulations. That's wonderful."

"Yeah. Thanks, thank you." He stuffed his hands in his pockets, still not meeting her eyes.

"Doing anything special?"

"Nothin' fancy. My brother and his wife are taking the kiddo for the night so, picnic in the backyard, lookin' at the stars, all that cheesy romantic crap."

His words didn't match his tone. It was evident Dean was absolutely smitten, Maya recognized the look, and he was making an effort. He was filled to the brim with giddiness and adoration for this person, and it shone through from him just thinking about them. Jade still looked at Maya like that every morning and night, and so did Maya at them. Every day since freshman year of college. Maya's chest swelled.

"Thing is," Dean continued, a bit more relaxed now. "Cas knows all about this stuff. We got this huge garden behind the house that I'm not allowed to even touch. There's a million books about nature and trees and flower meanings on the shelf, and Cas has read all of 'em. I didn't even know flowers had meanings, I don't know jack shit about any of it, but…"

"You want to impress Cas."

"I wanna impress Cas. It's gotta be good." 

"You've come to the right place then." Maya kept an eye on Dean as she circled the counter. He was studying the pride flags hanging in the window with a clenched jaw, and Maya went on alert. She pulled out the binder they kept in the drawer and plopped it down in front of him a little harder than she needed to, calling his attention. "My partner Jade is more of a nerd about this stuff than I am, but they made this for situations like these."

Dean read the cover, Jade and Maya's Quick Guide to Flower Meanings, and smiled. "Nice."

They spent forty-five minutes walking around the store, binder in hand, slowly constructing the message Dean wanted to convey with his bouquet. He was adamant on it containing blue, so Maya went for the Forget-me-nots first. “Love and hope,” said the binder, which she deemed fitting enough for a first wedding anniversary. 

Dean looked like someone content with his life, and he agreed when Maya suggested they look under the happiness category. “Well, Cas makes me happy,” he said, and they settled on Felicias, also blue. 

Dean eventually got comfortable enough and leaned over to look at the binder in Maya’s hands. “Think there’s anything in there for grace?”

Highly specific, but possible, Maya thought. “Let’s find out.”

And they did. Plumerias, white.

“Anything else?” She asked him. Dean donned a thousand-yard stare as he thought about it, and Maya figured this man had been through a lot. More than she could ever imagine. She was glad he’d found some peace.

“Freedom,” Dean said finally. Freesias, white as well.

It was an odd bouquet, Maya admitted, but Dean was an odd man, and he looked happy with it. He was still nervous, still out of his element, but there was more excitement in the twinkle of his eyes than anything else.

“Cas will love it,” Maya assured him, and he beamed. She still knew very little about this Cas person— Dean could speak a lot without really saying anything, careful and reserved, even dancing around using gendered pronouns for Cas, which Maya found interesting—, but she could see Dean was living a happy life as their husband. That was good enough for her.

“Here’s hoping,” he said as he handed over his credit card, but he seemed a lot more sure than hopeful. He knew Cas would like it, and Maya couldn’t help a sense of pride grow inside her. Dean also put some cash in the tip jar and left with a smile. A good day’s work, and maybe a new friend in town.

---

“Maya?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

Jade poked their head in the door, beaming at Maya as she ran the books in the back room.

"There's a gentleman asking for you."

"By name?"

Jade nodded. Maya sent them a questioning look, to which they just shrugged. If Jade wasn't all that worried about it, Maya supposed there was no reason for her to be either. She made her way out, squeezing Jade's hip as she passed them, and stepped up to the counter. The trenchcoat-clad man smiled at her.

"Maya?"

The depth of his voice caught her by surprise, but she recovered in time to reply "That's me."

The man smiled wider. "It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Cas. You might not remember, but last week you-"

"Did you say Cas?" Maya couldn't contain her interruption, or the eagerness as she asked: "Dean's Cas?"

Cas's smile widened even more, which she didn't think was possible. It was blinding, and Maya, even in all her queerness, could definitely understand what Dean saw in him. "That's right."

Dean’s fixation on blue flowers suddenly made sense too, as she noticed his eyes. "He adores you, you know. You're his heaven and earth."

Cas's smile faltered at her words, and Maya feared she'd said something wrong.

"I'm sorry if I'm overstepping."

“No, no, it’s alright.” He looked down at his wedding band, and his smile returned. “He’s all that and more to me.”

Cas stared at his ring for a second longer. It was silver and had a small blue gem embedded into it. Maya could swear it appeared to swirl with light.

“Dean spoke wonders of you,” she said.

He looked back up at her. “You, too.”

She blinked in surprise at that.

“I loved the bouquet. I thanked him for it, over and over, and every time he said you were the miracle worker. That he was clueless the whole time and couldn’t have done it without you.”

“That’s not true,” Maya deflected, a steady heat rising to her cheeks. “He had a pretty good idea of what he wanted. And, if anything, he and I couldn’t have done it without Jade’s expertise.” She gestured toward her partner, helping a customer at the other end of the shop, and also tapped the binder, which was out on the countertop today.

“Then I suppose I’m here to thank both of you.”

He reached into a tote bag that Maya hadn’t noticed he was carrying and pulled out a plastic container. “We run a small baking business out of our home. These are on me. Apple and honey tarts.” He placed the container in front of her. On top of it was a label that read D&C’s Pastries. “They are also gluten-free, just in case.“

“What’s going on?” Jade asked, approaching Maya’s side with an expectant smile.

“Jade, love, do you remember Dean? From last week?”

“You told me about him, yeah, wedding anniversary.”

“Well this is Cas,” she gestured to him.

“Dean's husband,” Cas interjected. Jade and Maya shared a knowing smile. “I just wanted to drop these off as a thank you for helping Dean. Apple and honey tarts, gluten-free.”

“That is so sweet of you,” Jade exclaimed, eagerly taking the pastries. Maya rolled her eyes fondly at the pun, which Cas didn’t seem to catch.

“I was just doing my job,” Maya said. “But thank you.”

“Papa!”

They all turned to the child, blond and adorable, running excitedly toward Cas. At the door, where the child came from, stood an exasperated Dean.

“Jack,” Cas started, scooping the child in his arms. Jack wrapped his arms around Cas’s neck. “I thought I told you and Daddy to wait for me at the café, I wasn’t going to be long.”

“He missed you. We both did,” Dean gazed at him as he approached. “Dude, what are you-”

Dean scanned over the scene he’d just walked into and seemed to realize what was happening.

“So that’s what the tarts were for. Hey, Maya.”

“Hi, Dean.”

“And you must be Jade,” Dean said, extending a hand toward them.

“Yes! Heard about you, nice to finally meet you, Dean.”

“You too. You and that book of yours are life-savers. If I’d known the tarts were for you guys, I would’a made more.”

“These are more than enough, thank you. In fact, here...” Maya turned to a vase of daisies they had on a shelf and pulled out three. “Now I feel like we’re even.”

“Not by a long shot,” Dean said as he took his flower and Cas’s. He put his behind his ear, and Cas’s in his trenchcoat’s lapel, as Maya handed Jack his own flower.

They all promised to not be strangers, and kept their promise. Dean and Cas would bring over baked goods, and in exchange, Jade and Maya would let them take home a potted plant for their garden. Jack would always leave with a small flower in his hand, a different one every time, wrapped in Cas’s arms as he explained the flower’s origins or symbolism to his son. Dean would be the last one out the door, always turning back and mouthing a “thank you” to Maya. Every time, without fail.

And every time, Maya would think that she wanted what they had. Happiness, peace, a family, unconditional and true love. And every time, she would look over at Jade, and know she was well on her way.

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Misunderstood Choices Chapter 8

You met Sy in the diner near your office, you couldn’t believe someone so amazing and cute would want to be with you. Both of you talked for a long time, you told him about your marriage situation and Sy told you about himself, something that brutish looking handsome and gentlemanly Special Forces Captain had seldomly done, he was enamored, he hated how you didn’t look at yourself the way he did, a beautiful, intelligent and kind-hearted human being. Sy asked you out for another date and then another date and thus began your beautiful relationship……you were finally in a happy relationship.

After seven months had passed into your so-called marriage with Steve, your mother had returned from her rehabilitation center a new woman, you saw that when you went to the rehab center to pick her up, she had a light in her eyes, something you hadn’t seen before, she had found something to give her purpose… And you couldn’t be happier about it. She had excitedly told you about her passion, rescuing animals. You knew Arthur had set up a monthly stipend of sorts for your mother, she will be able to help out plenty of animals with that. Whoever said money can’t buy happiness was very very very wrong.

Your relationship with Sy was wonderful, you loved hanging out with him, Nakia and Shuri loved him too, Sy treats them like they are his younger sisters. Steve was well Steve, he didn’t come looking for you, you never bothered him with anything.

Meanwhile somewhere in SSJ conference room –

“Okay, so you are telling me our analytics for this year’s projections is not accurate?” Steve asked his employee, Randall.

“Yes, our in-house software is not agile enough to adapt to the new data trends and because of that we are facing this issue, whatever data our software has provided is really cloudy and won’t show any substantial trends in investment” Randall replied sincerely.

“So, do we have any solution?” Steve asked Randall, Sam, Bucky, and Maya, a newly hired SSJ’s Cyber Security Expert after the targeted cyber-attacks of Hydra.

“We have shortlisted a few software, I have asked my assistant to schedule a meeting with the three software companies, we can migrate by next quarter” Sam replied.

“I have made a few changes regarding our security software contracts, hopefully, this will dissipate any attacks from Hydra” Maya added.

“Ok, I guess we can conclude this meeting” Bucky suggested.

“I agree” Sam replied.

“Yep,” Randall said.

Randall and Maya got up and left, Steve was still thinking about something. Sam and Bucky looked at each other, talking to each other wordlessly about Steve’s state. Both of them decided to stay back for their best friend.

“Steve, what’s going on?” Bucky asked impatiently.

“What do you mean?” Steve questioned.

“You have been zoning out, what is bothering you? We know it is not about the company. So spill it” Sam added.

“I can not figure out Y/N, I have been trying, I know she loves me, Arthur told me that, but after seeing me with Peggy out on lunch, she didn’t care. I thought she was gonna blow up, or at least complain to her grandfather about it, but I haven’t heard a peep from Arthur about anything.” Steve confessed.

“Did you want her to blow up?” Bucky asked cautiously.

“I don’t know, I mean at the beginning of our cont.. eh.. marriage, she used, you know desperately trying to get me to talk, making dinner for me, heaven knows I will never tell her anything or eat anything made by a Vincent, granted I don’t miss that, but not yammering about my relationship with Peggy, I am unable to figure out the game she is playing,” Steve answered.

Bucky knew it was not his place to judge his best friend but Steve was sounding like a douche.

“Well, from what I am hearing, she loves you, she wanted to make this marriage work, but you were being a jackass about it so she stopped.” Bucky retorted.

“What the hell is wrong with you man?” Sam added. Sam was disgusted by the way Steve was treating you.

“Its always something with Vincents, she is up to something” Steve replied.

“She is up to nothing, just leave the poor girl alone, God knows you have no trouble doing that” Bucky replied.

Steve felt frustrated, he was unable to figure you out and now his best friends are angry. He feels you are the source of all of his problems.

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favs

playground love - air

everybody wants to rule the world - tears for fears

where is my mind? - pixies

i guess that's why they call it the blues - elton john

212 - azealia banks

trashy - ayesha erotica

boyfren - loveleo

4 morant - doja cat

juicy couture - ayesha erotica

across the universe - fiona apple

kokomo - the beach boys

don't stop me now - queen

high school confidential - rough trade

cocaine blues - nick drake

coked up - ayesha erotica

chemtrails over the country club - ayesha erotica

love my way - the psychedelic furs

lazuli - beach house

beautiful boy - john lennon

common people - pulp

lilac wine - nina simone

music to watch boys to - lana del rey

the chain - fleetwood mac

love songs on the radio - mojave 3

drew barrymore - sza

june - florence + the machine

shrike - hozier

delicious things - wolf alice

fuck it i love you - lana del rey

dealer - lana del rey

buddy's rendezvous - lana del rey

watercolour eyes - lana del rey

doll parts - hole

interlude - lana del rey

brown eyes - fleetwood mac

i'm not in love - 10cc

i want you - mitski

the beach ii - wolf alice

//aguardiente y limon - kali uchis

andromeda - weyes blood

get free - lana del rey

last words of a shooting star - mitski

out of control - she wants revenge

dream a little dream of me - the mamas and the papas

fernando - abba

i wanna be yours - arctic monkeys

disconnect - she wants revenge

rev 22:20 - puscifer

rosalie - teresa trull

from the dining table - harry styles

paranoid android - radiohead

liquid smooth - mitski

teen idle - marina

first love / late spring - mitski

brand new city - mitski

me and my dog - boygenius

i want love - elton john

night shift - lucy dacus

a pearl - mitski

gimme more - britney spears

in a sentimental mood - duke ellington and john coltrane

enjoy the silence - depeche mood

blue monday - new order

crimson and clover - tommy james and the shondells

andrew in drag - the magnetic fields

these days - nico

rocket man - elton john

dead of night - orville peck

heaven or las vegas - cocteau twins

androgynous - joan jett and the blackhearts

naive - willow

love shack - the b-52's

doin' time - lana del rey

back to black - amy winehouse

roses - outkast

crocodile rock - elton john

coolest place in the world - suki waterhouse

venus - bananarama

heaven is a place on earth - belinda carlisle

stargirl interlude - the weeknd

coffee and tv - blur

kinky love - pale saints

disco 2000 - pulp

how big, how blue, how beautiful - florence + the machine

something about the way you look tonight - elton john

leah - seeing double

touch tank - quinnie

vegas - doja cat

big spender - smiler

dreams - fleetwood mac

i found a reason - the velvet underground

goodbye yellow brick road - elton john

linger - the cranberries

therese - maya hawke

stuck in the middle - greentea peng

paul - big thief

strange effect - unloved

dedicated to the one i love - the mamas and the papas

summertime the gershwin version - lana del rey

it's been a long, long time - harry james

using you - mars argo

right down the line - gerry rafferty

pain - pinkpantheress

heartbeat - childish gambino

don't be cruel - billy swan

the other woman - nina simone

fade into you - mazzy star

sunny - stevie wonder

ultraviolence - lana del rey

happiness is a butterfly - lana del rey

do i do - stevie wonder

cowboy like me - taylor swift

would you rather - phoebe bridgers

beautiful people beautiful problems - lana del rey

more than a woman - bee gees

cigarettes and coffee - otis redding

when i grow up - the pussycat dolls

on the bound - fiona apple

white ferrari - frank ocean

maroon - taylor swift

explosion - zolita

creep - radiohead

gold rush - taylow swift

sad beautiful tragic - taylor swift

honey honey - mamma mia

mad world - gary jules

murder on the dancefloor - sophie ellis-bextor

slipping through my fingers - mamma mia

limp - fiona apple

telepatia - kali uchis

roy orbison - hello from reno

dreams - solange

rhiannon - fleetwood mac

from eden - hozier

pale blue eyes - the velvet underground

visions of gideon - sufjan stevens

4th of july - sufjan stevens

club at the end of the street - elton john

life on mars? - david bowie

vienna - billy joel

georgia - phoebe bridgers

tiny dancer - elton john

prophet - king princess

back to december - taylor swift

girlie - alexandra savior

fast car - tracy chapman

skip to the good bit - rizzle kicks

the child is gone - fiona apple

the rules - illuminati hotties

alley cats - hot chip

overthinking it - willow

still alive - the spook school

there is a light that never goes out - the smiths

i would die 4 u - prince

savior complex - phoebe bridgers

girls on film - duran duran

norman fucking rockwell - lana del rey

[xxxtwilightaxelxxx]

Hawkeye episode 5 spoilers

THE FUCKING OPENING WITH YELENA!!!! MY HEART WHEN SHE GOT BLIPPED I'm annoyed that they didn't give us her reaction to finding out about nat. Maybe they guessed Florence would give such a performance it would break the universe or something lol but she would have gotten an award for that.

To say I was so excited to see a bloody bottle of hot sauce I was literally screaming when I saw it XD

The whole scene with Yelena and Kate was just....it was fucking heaven. Yelena using her full name, the fucking mac and cheese, the one fork, EATING REINDEER!!! yelena calling this a girls night. I had tears I'm so fucking happy to have seen her again. God imagine if bw did come out last year we would have to have waited over a year to see her again 🤯

Dude she mentioned lucky and I'm just sitting here like...WHERE IS FANNY

I need a scene with fanny again I miss her we need to see her again and her and lucky hanging out

I understand her not brining fanny cause she's on business but still ;_;

So now I'm like..who's looking after her??

God just the fucking dynamic with kate and yelena..I need a fucking TV show with them PLEASSSEEEE THEY NEED TO TEAM UP!!!

Literally I could watch her eating mac and cheese with hot sauce all day

AND THE BANGSSS

And how she fucking exited like...what a poser XD

Seriously I just needed the whole episode in that room

Oh manmmm I fucking hope I get to see yelena meet wanda MARVEL PLEASE GIVE ME THIS I BEG OF YOUUU

And the thing with maya and her traitor of a minion of she's gonna kill himmm and I can't wait

Yelena following Eleanor and her outfit!!!

That would have been a perfect chance for her to take fanny for walk;_;

And yup I did not expect that plot twist of her being the one to set it up likeeeee

I need more info

I cant believe next ep is the last it needs to be a two parter

I dont want to say bye to yelena and Kate already

Urrrgjhhhhh and now I'm going soon to see spiderman and me hoping wanda is gonna show up

Bless this episode but florence needed to be in it sooner ;_;

I've missed this fucking cutie 💓 😍

[lovesgonnabe]

Love Is Worth It - Episode II: The Talk

Characters: Chris Evans x Maya Alonso-Evans (Black OFC)

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, cursing, slight Implied smut

Word Count: 2928

Summary: What happens when a dad has to have a tough conversation with a 5 year old about something he may never experience?

Point of View: Chris Evans 

Authors Note: It has been a while since I’ve written so please bear with my rustiness, and there’s slight edits so there may be errors. RIP Chadwick Boseman. 

Disclaimer: This is about to be super dramatic and very fluffy. Also italicized is a flashback.

Taglist: @thesecretlifeofdaydreamss if you would like to join the taglist message me.

Please leave a note and tell me what you think!

I Just Don’t Understand...

As I walk into the house i was having a hard time processing what had just happened on the other side of the door and having a screaming child, barking dog and the anxiety monster on my back isn’t helping.

And I swore I put the heater on but the house was cold and empty.

“Delilah give daddy a minute sweetheart” I told my crying baby girl.

She cried as loud as she could as I sat her down on the couch with a now whimpering Dodger at her feet 

As I paced trying to think, the commotion around me was crippling, I just couldn’t endure the pain my entire body was in, I was in a state of powerlessness.

I’m always prepared especially for moments like these, but at the amount my ability to think was out of the window when I realized i was not mentally prepared for this. Doing the next best thing I called in reinforcements.

the phone rang four times before he picked up “Chris this better be damn important and why is my niece screaming like she’s dying?” Austin said on the other line.

I sighed running my hands through my hair “It’s Maya, she just got arrested in driveway and I don’t know what to do an- quiet down sweetheart, it’ll be alright.” I said.

I sat down on the couch laid Dede on my chest as I tried my best to calm her down, and keep myself together.

“Hold on, What do you mean arrested, what did she do.” Austin asked in shock now giving me his full attention.

Who is Austin you may ask?

Well he is our attorney...

Who also happens to be a prosecutor for the Southern District of New York...

Oh and did mention he’s Maya’s older brother.

Of course I told him everything I knew and then some.

I thanked the heavens when I turned on Frozen and Delilah calmed down to a sniffle, i started to feel like I had some control of the situation.

“That’s some bullshit man, ok listen I’ve gotta make some calls, don’t go to the station, don’t call for her or pick up any calls from the police station, just let me handle it and I’ll text you when it’s taken care of got it?” Austin said

I sighed “Alright we can do that” Austin chuckles “look I know that feeling of being helpless right now, and it’s all gonna be alright, she’s gonna back home tonight, so just relax, this is just something we sadly have to go through, I’ll be over this weekend to check on her” I nodded like he could see me and we hung up.

I took a deep breath and rubbed Delilah’s back and a few tears escaping from my eyes as looked at Elsa save Anna at the end of frozen. I wiped my face because I had to stay strong for my baby girl and I looked down at her.

“Hey Lilah how about some pizza for dinner tonight?” I asked her, nodding her head she wiped her nose mumbling that she was gonna take a bath.

She reminded more and more of her mom everyday from her big brown eyes to her high cheeks and button nose she was becoming just like the woman love.

When she got up all I could think about was when Maya was pregnant with Delilah.

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Maya laid on the bed rubbing her belly looking at me with an annoyed look on her face.

“Chris I’m being serious there is going be a day when we are going to have to face the reality that we will have to talk about race relations with our little peanut” Maya said.

I chuckle as i walking out of our connected bathroom leaning against the doorframe looking in adoration of her infatuation with her little belly.

“Babe I understand that trust me I’ve read more how to raise a multiracial baby books than I can count” I said. She looks at me I’m like I’m crazy and rolls her eyes.

“Maya I’m joking but don’t you think its a bit early to having these conversation the baby isn't even here yet babe.” I sighed 

Shaking her head she gets up from the bed “well that was a terrible joke Chris and it's never too early to think ahead especially since, I may not always be around so you have to be one to be prepared.” She said.

She steps in front of the vanity mirror in our room stripping the red satin body hugging dress she wore from our dinner date tonight. I know what she was doing but I couldn’t focus on how beautiful her glow was because of how morbid she was acting.

Walking to her from the door frame, I got up behind her and wrapped my arms around her softly rubbing her belly. “Don’t say that, we are going to be together till infinity you better believe that.” I placed my chin on her shoulder and kissed her check.

She whispered sadly “Chris I do believe that, It’s just statics show that black women are 3x more likely to die in childbirth than white women, I just want you to be prepared” I groaned.

She reminds me that deathening fact at least once a week but I keep my cool stood up straight and grabbed her hands, placing them on her belly while intertwining them with mine.

We caught each other's gaze in the mirror, her pregnancy glow makes me want to make sure she keeps popping out babies. The way her skin glistened under our dimmed lights and how soft she felt under my touch to her sweet smell Lavender, this woman was my world.

“Look I refuse to leave that hospital without you ok. Maya I don’t know what I’d do if I were to lose you” I softly respond 

“Now repeat after me we are going to have a beautiful, healthy, happy baby girl and we are leaving that hospital together.” I say as we held an intense gaze through the mirror in front of us.

She chuckles “I still think our little peanut will be a boy but I guess we’ll find out in a few days” I let out a gut busting laugh. “Whatever you say my love” I kiss her shoulder then the sweet spot behind her ear

I whispered in her ear “maybe we can start you know practicing for that baby boy right now?” 

I stand, slowly pushing her back down bending her in front of the vanity with her hands on the chair, I move my hands to her hip and sent a smack to her ass.

She sucked her teeth “Don’t think you’re slick we aren’t done with this conversation” she moans as I gently rub her clit. I chuckled and got to work.

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I concluded that without her no matter how much we’ve prepared there is no way I was ready to handle situations like these especially alone.

By the time the pizza gets here I’ve emptied the groceries from Maya’s car, feed Dodger and changed the movie.

When I came into the kitchen Delilah was on her little step stool gabbing the plates then the cheese and utensils.

I raised an eyebrow very confused as to when my little girl was becoming a big girl.

“When did you become so independent Dede” I said give each of us two slices

She gave me a said smile and said “I just watch mommy do it.” She shrugged

We walk in to the living room and I started Princess and the Frog or Delilah’s favorite movie.

We sat in silence for a bit and then sniffling again she asked “daddy why did they take mommy today”

This is the talk I’ve been dreading it was something Maya and I agreed we’d give her when she was 10 and we’d give it together.

When we talk about it all Maya would say was “you will know what to say when the time comes at least that’s what my mom says”

Yet all I could do was look at those big brown eyes and hesitate, i paused the movie, grabbed her hand and just went off the cuff with what came from the heart.

I sigh “look at our hands do you see any difference?”

She nodded “yeah mommy says she dark chocolate, you’re white chocolate and I’m a cute Caramel, we are all different but we all love the same” 

I laugh, it would be like my wife to be teaching me while she wasn’t here.

We put our plates down and scooted closer to each other still holding hands.

I hesitate again “the thing is sweetheart there are some but not all people in this world and a lot of them are white chocolate like me and they don’t like that mommy is dark chocolate so they do mean things to them like what happened today.” She nodded with her processing the information face.

“Ok daddy but why aren’t more white chocolate people like you, mommy didn’t do anything we just got ice cream.” She asked still somewhat confused with the entire situation.

My little peanut is one of the smartest cookies I know and I forget sometimes that she is still only 5. It pains me to see that she even with how bright she is she is still too young to fully comprehend the severity of the situation.

“That I don’t know but I do know that mommy’s gonna be ok and that no matter what I love you and mommy more than anything In the world” I said with a reassuring smile.

“One more question since I-I am Caramel and not white chocolate like you would that happen to me” she asked.

This is the dreaded question as a father you don’t want to see your kids in pain you want them happy but the reality is that the one thing I’ve learned with being with Maya is  that being black in a white America isn’t easy.

Running my hand through my hair the wrapped my arm around her “It may happen Lilah but mommy and I will do everything in our power to make sure you are ready for those moments, but right now just worry about being a kid and we’ll take care of the rest.” She nodded and I kissed her forehead.

We continued our movie session and sat in silence until the end of the movie when Delilah wanted to watch Moana.

It was midnight on school night but I decided that Delilah wasn’t going to school tomorrow and I let my assistant know to relay the message that I was not coming to set tomorrow. So I turned on the next movie.

Half-way through I got a text from Austin

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                        11/25/2020 12:49am

Austin: Hey bro just got off the phone with the Boston PD precinct Maya’s at she’ll be released in about one hour and she good go

Chris: Thank You, I’m on my way.

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I wanted to cheer so loud but Dede and Dodger were asleep, so I called my parents to drop Delilah off which my mom agreed happily.

After dropping Dede off at my parents who I am still shocked were still awake this late, I headed to the precinct, my body was shaking with nerves. When I got there I parked and rushed inside.

When the front desk lady began speak I cut her off “I’m here for Maya Alonso-Evans” she looked at me like she was gonna scream with excitement but I guess my face said it all.

She escorted me to the back “Chief Demilio will see you now” my hands were sweaty I knocked and heard a come in.

Walking into the office there she sat with dry tear stains on her face, looking disheveled, she ran to me and threw her hands around me as she started to cry some more.

“its gonna alright baby I’m here” I whispered and hugged her back tightly.

“Hello Mr. Evans thank you for joining us we are just wrapping up here, would you like to take a seat” the weird looking man behind the mahogany desk asked.

I ushered her back to her previous seat and I stood behind her placing my jacket on her shoulder as I rub them softly “no I’m good with standing” I say with a menacing face.

He clears his throat and looks at us awkwardly “ok then, on the behalf of Boston PD we would like to  give our sincerest apologies for the inconvenience of this mix up and the officers will be dealt with accordingly.” I raised an eyebrow at his shortness and at the sorry ass apology we were getting.

“Ok so what is going to happen to these officers then?” I ask with my hands still on Maya’s shoulders trying to keep both of us calm.

He smirks “one will be put on administrative leave for the next month and the other indefinitely until we can get this all sorted” he says to us show us the file.

Maya sighs an exasperated sigh looking as if she could pass out right there.

I speak up “that’s it the are getting a paid vacation?” I asked highly confused at this situation.

“The board thinks due to the incidents in this case that this is best punishment we can give them, we know your upset Mr. Evans but you must look at the circumstances” he says talking down to me as my breathing began to pick up.

I chuckled “the only circumstances I see was my wife being falsely accused for a crime that she didn't commit and being arrested in front our 5 year old daughter wh-“ Maya put her hand up cutting me off speaking for the first time since I got there. 

Placing her hand on top of mine “It’s ok Chris I just wanna go home” she got up grabbed my keys out of my hand and without another word walked out and I followed right behind her shaking my head.

She got her things they took before they booked her and we headed to the car, I opened the door for her she quietly thanked me and we started our journey home.

The first 10 minutes was a comfortable silence then I decided to break it.

I grabbed her hand and kissed it “honey you alright?” I know it was an awful question to ask but something had to be said.

She shrugged her shoulders “I am just exhausted right now all I want is food, maybe some sex and a good cuddle with Delilah, did you leave her with your parents” she ask now checking her phone.

I nodded “Dede asked me if what happen to you would happen to her” we were now at a red light and looked at each other.

Maya groaned and rubbed her forehead “what did you say?” She looked at me again

I let out a heavy breathe “I just told her it could happen and that we’d deal with it when she got a little older and that not all people are like the men from today.” I started tapping the steering wheel with my left hand, I was nervous.

she let out a relieved sigh “Ok that works” was all she said and I looked at her confused.

She chuckled “What? You did your best among the circumstances. Isn’t that what the police chief said back there” she rolled her eyes and I laughed at her sly remark.

“There goes my baby. Have you heard from Austin yet?” I ask turning on our street.

Then she laughed “yeah he called me while I was in a holding cell to let me know when I’d be let out.. You know his frat brother is the attorney general of Massachusetts” I chuckled and pulled to the driveway.

Once I parked, I got out and opened her door and she asked me to carry her in, she wrapped her legs around my waist and I walked us into our home.

With her looking at me as I focused on getting us both up the stairs she starts kissing me all over my face “Hey I know you wish you could’ve done more babe but you did what’s most important and that be a father to our beautiful daughter.” She said as we reached our room.

I dropped her on our California King and stood between her legs rubbing her thighs.

She sat up rubbing the hair on the back of my neck “You are the rock to my roll you make me feel safe and today you protected me the best you could, I love you papi remember that” she softly kissed my lips.

Her lips tasted like sin and strawberry lip balm. Her back felt like velvet as I ran my hands up her warm body and into her hair pulling on it softly. As our kiss deepened, her embrace felt like home to me and I would not know what I’d do if had loss her tonight.

I whispered back “I love you to the moon and back my love”

Many people do not agree with our relationship and don’t understand why I’d choose Maya over all the other women I could be with. But this was my choice to make and I wouldn't change a thing. However, for those who disagree with me.

Fuck Them!

[littlefang666]

Laric: She/her. Muscled grey tabby with white highlights and teal blue eyes. Mother of Mitten and her 5 siblings (Mitten, Mary Jane, Sandy, Rawmen, Caden, and Rubin). The first alter i consciously spoke to, who came to me in the form of a blind ghost. Eventually gained her sight back and stayed in heaven's army, training her kids and factions to kill demons and prevent the apocalypse. Is a lacking a bit in empathy but holds compassion and positive morals after a while of working on how she views reality. Sided with God's will to bring harm to me back in middle and highschool, but now is a firm guardian of her tribe of alters in headspace.

Mary Jane: She/her. A silver tabby looking very close to her mother with more white highlights on her face. Heterochromia with one bright green eye, and one teal blue. Lean and tall build for more of a trickery and agility approach when training for battle. A bit more distant and nihilistic than the others, and is very blunt as opposed to how shy and timid she used to be. Friendly but difficult to approach, and tends to be less social.

Sandy: She/her. A light sandy blonde, muscled cat with green eyes and dark marks scarring her ears, face, legs, tail and flank. Butch-femme girl, likes to get dirty and rough but enjoys feeling like a fancy princess. Sided most with Laric out of all 6 siblings during the fallout of heaven, but stands firmly with Mitten now. Likes to sing.

Rawmen: He/him. Light tan cat with faded, thin stripes and even lighter highlights blended between. Fattest of all of the group and is proud to be so, is the goofiest and most playful. Has always been torn on what decision he should make in all the fighting, and never thought he should be a soldier. Likes drums and wants to be in a band one day.

Caden: He/him. Faded brown tabby cat with lighter highlights and amber eyes. Small comparatively to the rest of his family but well built for manouvering on a battlefield. Used to compete for most kills and now enjoys pretending to play music in headspace. Wants to learn electric guitar one day

Rubin: He/him. Darker brown tabby cat with lighter highlights and green and amber eyes. Biggest of his family and most muscled. Most aggressive out of all and struggles with toxic masculinity. Has quieted and calmed down at the prospect of playing in a band with his siblings.

Mae: She/her. White wolf dog/husky with bright blue eyes and dark marks scarring her face and flank and a brown nose. Ominous and serious vibe from the start, god-coded. Appeared to me in a dream. Full name is Maya Arctic Eclipse, each name given to her by a different soul who cared for her, goes by acronym for short. Is now very accepting of all headmates but took a long time to accept recovery.

Kobe: She/her. White shepherd mutt with faded blue eyes and a bright brown nose, big pointed ears. Friendly and motherly spirit of a deceased pet of a family friend. Married to Barren in headspace, and was seen as a pack leader to the spirit group for years before her retirement at the fall of heaven.

Barren: He/him. Aged german shepherd dog. Stoic and fatherly figure of a pet my cousin had that passed away. Protector and guardian of the group and pack leader. One of the strongest guards our group ever had and always respected, though felt God's plan was correct for me but didn't fight Mitten as much as the others. He felt she would make a choice most fitting to us all. He is relieved and proud of her and our history now.

Huffy: He/him. Large black newfoundland dog. Lawful neutral part demon who used to guard the group while sometimes abusing it for his own gain. Dated Mitten for a bit before a bad break up, and he continues to cause problems when around. Though he spends most of his time away from everyone due to inability to control himself, he is heavily respected and not trusted much. Most understand he needs time and space for recovery and are happy to leave him to it.

Delilah: She/her. White husky with black coat and faded light blue eyes. Introject of Smile Dog creepypasta character. Used to be evil but changed paths to follow our group and seek recovery, before disappearing for a long time. Was found in the distant less visited lands with huffy and the wolves.

Lyra: She/her. Twin to Delilah except eyes are green, and is a bit smaller. A happier, kinder alternative to her sister. She often was blended or forgotten about but when she was referenced she was bright and positive.

[jazy3]

Thoughts on Grey’s Anatomy: 17X7

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

They did it! I can’t believe it! They actually killed DeLuca off! I’m so happy right now! As long time readers will know I have never been a Andrew DeLuca fan and I speculated back in the summer that they might be planning to write his character off after it was revealed that the planned finale for Season 16 included an explosion that was supposed to claim the life of one of the characters. I speculated that DeLuca was the most likely candidate with Tom and Jackson being the most likely runners up because I felt that they had gone as far as they could with DeLuca’s character and there wasn’t much left for him to do on the show.

Add that to the fact that the actor who plays DeLuca said a bunch of stuff to the press last year where he spoiled some pretty major plot points and stated that he knew things about where the show was going when he hadn’t even read a single script for the season yet and I was pretty sure his days were numbered. That being said, the show had teased us a bunch of times about firing, killing, or writing off the character during seasons 15 and 16 and they never went through with it so a big part of me was skeptical that they ever would.

But it turns out I was right! His days were numbered and they wound up killing him off in the Mid-Season Premiere! I’m still in shock. It hasn’t really sunk in yet to be honest. This episode honestly made me wish we’d gotten to see the remaining episodes and finale of Season 16 as planned. Based on what we know it looks like the plan was for Richard, Bailey, Meredith, and Carina to stage an intervention, DeLuca was to go away and get treatment and return to the hospital only to die tragically in an explosion.

Season 17 would have opened with the characters finding out about that and mourning his death and I think it would have been interesting to see Meredith navigate that as in the Finale Hayes asked her out and she said yes. It seems likely that if the COVID-19 Pandemic had not hit when it did and shut down production and altered filming for this season we would have seen Meredith and Hayes go out for a drink and start dating.

Seeing Meredith navigate the loss of her ex-boyfriend who she was no longer close to while in the beginning stages of her relationship with Hayes would have been very interesting and I’m sorry we didn’t get to see that. I’m also sorry that due to safety restrictions Meredith and Hayes haven’t had much screen time this season, but it looks like that’s about to change as I’ll get into a bit later.

Back to the episode at hand. I never liked DeLuca as a character and I hated him with Meredith so I’m glad that they killed him off and that we never have to deal with that nonsense again. I’m glad that they caught the human trafficker Opal and took those people down. I was never super invested in that storyline so I’m glad they wrapped that up. I feel so bad for Carina though. She’s a great character and is wonderfully acted by Stefania Spampinato.

My heart broke for her in this episode because while I won’t miss her brother I know that she will and will be absolutely gutted when she finds out that he’s died especially after she worked so hard to get him help and treatment for his Bipolar Disorder. I’m glad she has Maya there to support her.

LOL at Bailey sleeping through the whole damn episode! What did I miss indeed! That poor woman slept through DeLuca getting stabbed, almost dying, not dying, having surgery twice, and then actually dying as well as the other shenanigans going on at the hospital. I loved that she was asleep at Meredith’s bedside especially after they spent a good chunk of Season 16 fighting.

I also feel really bad for Richard in that he’s obviously grateful that DeLuca helped save his life and wanted to help and when Owen turned him down because it wasn’t a good idea for him to scrub in Richard lurked in the background in the OR gallery the whole time to make sure that everything was okay. Plus he can’t talk to Meredith about it right now because she’s in a coma which must be so difficult for him. The extra stress also puts his sobriety at risk and that worries me.

I got to be honest I am struggling to understand Teddy’s point of view this season. She’s being really awful! She’s being cruel to Tom. She was cruel to Owen. I don't know what Teddy expected to have happen. Both Cristina and Amelia walked away from their marriages to Owen and moved on with their lives in large part because they realized Owen was in love with Teddy and always would be.

And then she finally gets what she’s wanted all these years and the minute she realizes Amelia’s baby might be Owen’s and not Link’s she runs back to Tom and has a several months long affair with him and then drops him like a hot potato as soon as she realizes that the baby is Link’s and after Owen finds out about the affair she refuses to talk to Tom for months and then comes crawling back to him and wants to be his friend after Owen makes it clear he wants nothing to do with her. WTF?

I feel bad for Tom. I really like his character. He’s super interesting and complex and he deserves better than someone who treats him like that. Tom is a good man at heart and he treated Teddy like gold and in return she’s done nothing but break his heart and stomp all over him when he’s already down. He deserves someone better. I’ve never been an Owen fan, but honestly Teddy is behaving so horribly I’m on his side on this one.

They had some great scenes in the OR together, but Teddy clearly read too much into it. Every time he gives her a crumb she’s convinced he’s forgiven her and wants to give her a second chance and that’s not it at all. Owen has been clear. He doesn’t forgive her and he doesn’t want to get back together with her. All he wants is to co-parent peacefully and work together as colleagues because he values her skills as a surgeon. That’s it.

It was cute to see Teddy Face Timing with Leo. I’m glad they are finding safe ways to incorporate the kids into the story. Speaking of which, the scene where Amelia and Maggie tell Zola that her Mom has been placed on a vent and she might not come off it was heartbreaking. That kid has grown into her own as an actress and really holds her own in that scene.

Her line about how she didn’t want them to tell Bailey or Ellis yet because they’re too young to understand broke me heart. Zola’s only a few years older than them but she’s old enough to understand the impact of what’s happening in a way that they can’t. And she remembers how hard it was when Derek died. When Cristina left. When Alex left. She doesn’t want to put her siblings though the same thing especially when Alex’s departure is still so fresh for them and they never got a chance to really know their Dad. The fact that Zola can recognize that at such a young age is raw and heart breaking.

We saw Winston and Maggie reconnect this episode which would have been super hot and enjoyable if Meredith hadn’t just been put on a ventilator! The scene where Jackson showed up looking for Maggie was too funny! I loved the scenes with Jackson, Link, and Winston in the backyard having beers! Winston has a great sense of humour and seems to be a calming presence. I like the idea of those three being friends.

Link’s face when he realized that Winston doesn’t know that Maggie and Jackson used to date and are also step-siblings. I’ll be interested to see Winston’s reaction when that comes out. I loved Link’s rant about how worried he was about Meredith and what her declining health and potential death was doing and would do to Amelia. Did anyone else catch that he called Amelia his wife? I’m calling it. They’re foreshadowing an Amelink wedding!

I liked hearing Jackson talk about how Meredith is family and they’re all worried and Winston’s comments about how all they can do is just keeping moving physically and metaphorically. I’m also loving Amelia and Maggie’s wardrobes this season. Their sweaters in this episode were gorgeous! Hats off to the wardrobe department! They’re looking good!

I loved seeing Jo and Hayes work together again because I love their friendship, but to be honest I was expecting more of the friendly teasing and banter of last season where she egged him on about Meredith and they traded barbs. Their scenes in this episode were a lot more intense and agitated. She totally played him with that line about Meredith.

He kept saying no to taking Luna to see her Mom and so Jo made it personal for him. If Meredith asked to see her kids Hayes would never say no and he would move heaven and earth for her. By making that connection Jo got him to agree to her plan. I also love that the reason he kept saying no in the beginning was because of what happened to Meredith.

She went from laughing and joking to being put on a vent and he doesn’t want to run the risk with any other patient and it’s obviously eating him up inside. He misses her. He cares about her and he’s clearly terrified about the possibility of her not waking up. That being said, Jo’s line where she compared Alex leaving her for Izzie because he found out he had kids he didn’t know he had and sending her a heartfelt letter to Hayes spending years watching his wife and the mother of his two boys die of cancer was way out of line. Super not okay. I really think that Jo is going to adopt that baby. I think that’s why they are setting up her interest in OBGYN.

In other news, Nico is still a terrible boyfriend to Levi. I honestly don’t know why Levi puts up with him. Levi really shone in this episode I think. He felt responsible for what happened, but instead of bungling things and making things worse like he might have done in the past he got out of his own way and asked Dr. Khan who was a vascular surgeon in Pakistan prior to immigrating to the U.S. to take his place.

I feel like this episode implies that the Beach is limbo now as I don’t know how else DeLuca could have ended up there as he wasn’t someone who was close to Meredith the way that Derek, George, Richard, and Bailey are. Not sure how I feel about that as I was kind of liking the is it a COVID dream is it the afterlife ambiguity.

Onto next week’s promo! I’m not excited that they appear to be setting up an episode in which the other characters mourn DeLuca’s passing as none of the other characters apart from Carina were really that close to him. They spent the last two seasons establishing that everyone hated his guts, considered him a nuisance, and only put up with him because they had to. So to me the other characters mourning him doesn’t feel authentic or real. It just feels forced.

There are several things I am excited about though. Seeing Maggie’s reaction to his death I think will be interesting. She was visibly upset and ran to his side when Alex beat him up in Season 13 and mourning the loss of your ex-boyfriend who you were no longer close to while being in a committed relationship with someone new I think is an interesting dynamic. She’s kinda standing in for Meredith here because she’s on a vent.

I’d like to see Catherine support Richard and make up for her horrible behaviour last season. And the best thing of all: Hayes!!! In the promo trailer we see Hayes sitting at Meredith’s bedside talking to her about how she needs to fight and how they all need her to fight. Bring it on! It’s about damn time! And Derek’s back and he’s … fishing? I’m excited to see what happens there and if they actually get to talk and have a real conversation this time. It has also been announced that Sarah Drew will be returning for a cameo as Dr. April Kepner this season so I’m excited for that!

Until next time!

[thewanderingace]

Hawkeye Finale reactions

As usual, major spoilers below the cut!!

Here we go here we go here we gooooo!!!!

He called her partner! That just made me cry

I am LOVING this montage of them making trick arrows!!! Aahhh Clint has a box of Stark Industries arrows!! Aww it's like a part of Tony is still here. And I spy another Pym arrow! And Kate, labeling them is so funny. 😂

And now I'm crying again because Kate is telling Clint why he's her hero and OMFG I have feelings. Clint needed so badly to hear that. Kate came into his life the perfect moment. He needed her. She needed him. I'm crying.

Yelena's hair looks incredible. Just incredible.

"Let's go for a drink" "Okay. Yeah, sure. Right after I kill Barton"

🤣🤣🤣🤣 YELENA AND KATE!!! I'M DYING!!! They're just hilarious together and I love them! Kate trying to push all the elevator buttons, Yelena stopping her, the banter, the jokes, the kinda fighting each other trying to get in front of the others, them both complimenting each other, Yelena looking offended when Kate fights lol. I love them both so much.

Kate slapping Yelena and her face afterwards.

All I can think about is that scene in Elf with the elevator.

"Stop making me like you." "Sorry I cant help it." Mood. Same Kate lol.

Tracksuit guy thanking Kate for her advice and him telling her they went to see maroon five before she knocks him on his ass was perfection.

Jack is such an idiot. I kinda love it. But also why. Why is he here. They literally did nothing with his character. Why put Swordsman in the snow if he was not going to do or be anything.

CLINT FALLING INTO THE ROCKEFELLER CENTER TREE 🤣🤣🤣 THE FUCKING OWL!! 🤣🤣

Omg I love the larpers so fing much. Theu changed because they feel stronger and braver in their outfits. I love them. And when Clint sees them. “We're all gonna die.” 🤣🤣

Omg omg omg they're fighting together on the ice against the tracksuits in their costumes using all the trick arrows I AM IN HAWKEYE HEAVEN!!!!!!

THE OWL IS BACK!!! AND IT PICKED UP THE TINY CAR OF TRACKSUITS OMFG HELP ME I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING!!!

"I gotta talk to Scott about that" 🤣🤣👏👏👏

And I'm crying again but it's okay because this is exactly what I wanted. I wanted a super super emotional "this is what happened to Nat and now we're bonding because of how much we loved her" between Clint and Yelena. I DIDN'T THINK IT'D START WITH THE WHISTLE THOUGH AND NOW I'M DYING

"I loved her so much" "Me too."

KATE FIGHTING AGAINST KINGPIN HOLY SHIT

MAYA!!! YAAS GURL!! Shit I'm so sorry you have to do this. Fuck you Kazi. Maya I can't wait for your tv series.

KATE DEFEATED KINGPIN THAT'S MY GIRL!!!

Maya!!! Aahhhhh you did not!! Holy shit yes!!!

🥰😭😭 Clint telling Kate that sometime someone comes who changes you for the better and then immediately making a joke about the suits was so good. Cue tears number 4.

Awww Clint is thinking about Lucky.

I didn't give two shits about Kingpin because I didn't enjoy the Daredevil show so I don't care about him and if he's actually dead or not but good for Maya. You go girl.

Please make it home, please make it home and pleeeeease take Kate with you.

AHHH ITS THE FARM!! HE MADE IT HOME HE MADE IT HOME! Is Kate with you!?!!!

KATE! YES!!

Oh no. Oh no wait I have a bad feeling. Interviews said I'd cry. I mean I've already cried but thsts cause I'm emotional. I swear to GOD if they walk onto this house and Laura is dead or missing I will RIOT!

Oh fuck thank god theres Nate and Lila and THANK GOD THERES LAURA! Okay I cam breathe and enjoy now. Wow that few seconds nearly gave me a heart attack.

This is so perfect I'm crying again. Lool at them all.

19. Agent 19. MOCKINGBIRD. Yeah! Called it! The watch is Laura's and she was totally a shield agent! I love it! I do prefer Adrienne Palicki as mockingbird but I'm cool with this.

Ooooh they're burning the Ronin suit. Yes. Good. "Finishing what you started." 😭👏 Nat would be so proud and happy for you Clint.

LOL KATE! Trying to come up with her superhero name. Hilarious.

"I've got an idea"

HAWKEYE! IT'S HAWKEYE KATE YOURE HAWKEYE!

Soooo glad that whatever article or whoever said that the finale was gonna be devastating was lying their ass off because I could not have handled that. I wanted a happy ending and I got my perfect happy ending. Thank fuck.

The end credit scene! STOP! 🤣🤣🤣🤣 I 1000% expected it to end with like Bucky or Sam I'm the audience looking disgusted.

Conclusions: I AM SO DAMN HAPPY!!! THIS GONALE WAS SO GOOD AND I GOT EVERYTHING I WANTED!!! I CRIED. I LAUGHED. I WAS SHOOK. I LOVED IT. PLEASE GIVE US A SEASON 2

[sweeterthankarma]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: SKAM (France) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Maya Etienne/Lola Lecomte Characters: Lola Lecomte, Maya Etienne Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series 06, Pre-Rehab, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Fluff Summary:

It’s a little bit embarrassing for Lola, if she’s honest. There are two thoughts fluttering around in her mind, desperate to be said, though she keeps her mouth shut, busies it with kissing Maya’s. One: she’s in love. Two: she doesn’t want to leave.

Title comes from the song "Lucky Strike" by Troye Sivan.

Grass tickles Lola’s ankles, the stretch of skin between the hem of her jeans and her high rise socks that scrunch against her shins. With fabric the color of rosewood and patterned with little flowers that have lost their definition after too many cycles in the wash, Lola figures that even a stranger could likely tell that they don’t belong to her, but rather the girl beside her.

Lola doesn’t ask, but she knows she’s taking these socks with her when she goes, maybe even snagging a few other pairs from Maya’s drawers, the ones with cats or pizza or funny sayings scrawled with loose, stringy thread. “Putain, c’est lundi,” reads one pair that Lola’s seen Maya wear most frequently, always on the correct day of the week, and never without a chipper, unwavering smile on her face. Lola thinks Maya should give those socks to her indefinitely, or at least for the next few weeks as well, considering that her own wardrobe— almost exclusively solitary colors, primarily black— echoes the sentiment rather well.

Besides, Lola just wants every piece of Maya that she can get, every bit that she can possibly hold onto.

They’re not exactly dancing around the subject— where Lola’s going, why she’s going, how long it’s going to be— but they’re not really talking about it either. Lola doesn’t exactly want to either,  hence why she brought the food— crepes, bread, salad drenched in vinegar, feta, and olives; Icelandic style yogurt, countless pre-packed containers of fruit, just to name a few. It’s all in hopes to keep them busy, sated, though she knows they don’t need food to accomplish that.

Some bird squawks in the distance. Lola’s knees shift, twist up the picnic blanket, and Maya laughs beneath her, the sound shiny and silver and golden and actually just about every color Lola’s ever seen, ever known, mixing and blending into one. The dots of eyeliner beneath Maya’s lower lash line scrunch up against her top one when she goes on, keeps giggling, keeps looking at Lola like she’s lucky, like she’s happy. It’s hard for Lola to believe that she is. Even harder to believe that Maya is beautiful— so, so beautiful— and Maya is hers. Even if just for right now, just for this brief, fleeting moment. If that’s all that this is, all it’ll ever be, Lola will take it, no questions asked.

But she feels safe, steady, like she can trust this. Like it isn’t going anywhere, like Maya isn’t running, or won’t be as soon as she gets the chance. Her hands skate up Lola’s back, tap against either side of her spine, each notch, all the way until she reaches the nape of Lola’s neck. Lola doesn’t need coaxing to bend down, to kiss her, again and again and again and again. She could tell Maya that, but she won’t. Won’t do anything to make them move, to get Maya to pull her hands away from her shoulders, to make her be in any position where she can’t be like this, holding her, with her.

It’s a little bit embarrassing for Lola, if she’s honest. There are two thoughts fluttering around in her mind, desperate to be said, though she keeps her mouth shut, busies it with kissing Maya’s.

One: she’s in love. Two: she doesn’t want to leave.

She sticks with silence. Maya is good for her, but Maya is good, period, just as whole on her own as she is when she’s in Lola’s arms, splayed out beneath her looking like the purest picture of heaven Lola’s ever imagined. Lola, however, needs to be just as good on her own, and there’s one third, final statement that she knows, maybe even truer than the first two, no matter how much she’s going to drag her heels on the way out the door: she has to leave.

It’s what she needs right now. There’s no way around it. And honestly, it’s a good thing. It’s going to be a good thing. This time, she swears it’ll be different.

    “You taste like strawberries,” Maya mumbles against Lola’s lips, nudging them back together in more of a languid movement than a purposeful kiss. Lola’s back burns hot from the sun, from Maya’s fingers playing with the straps of her shirt.

    “We ate a lot of strawberry things,” Lola supplies. A little movement of her elbow and she’s both shrugging the strap down more and nudging the non-alcoholic champagne beside them. It rolls off the fabric of the blanket and into the grass, onto its condensation-wet side. Maya turns her head to the side to look at it, as if wistfully, like it’s long gone and wouldn’t take another effortless, lackadaisical attempt to retrieve it. Then she’s peering back up at Lola again— unbothered, still beaming, flushed from Lola’s kisses and the July sun— and that’s as close as they’ll get to the topic.

That’s okay with Lola. This is more than okay with her, finding solace and hope and renewal in the arms of the first person who’s ever truly loved her without any kind of force, any sort of mandate. Maya is pure, giddy and true, and Lola is sure she mirrors her expression, even if not her soul— at least not quite yet anyways, though Lola’s really not expecting to come out of rehab with a heart that’s anywhere as close to gold as Maya’s. It’s therapy and routine and good influences, not magic.

But Lola has no doubts that if she could see herself, more than just the limited reflection in Maya’s summer-drenched eyes, that she’d have difficulty recognizing herself. For once, she finally means that in a good way.

     “Viens ici, chérie,” Maya says, and Lola’s sinking down again, fitting her legs between Maya’s and dropping her cheek against her chest. The softness of her t-shirt , decorated with cherries and a stitched-in saying in English, something about féminisme, sweeps against Lola’s kiss-stained lips, rhythmic with every rise and fall of Maya’s chest.

    “Let’s stay here all day,” Maya decides, sounding wistful and far away. Lola wonders how it’s taken her this long to propose that idea when she’s been thinking since the moment they arrived that maybe they should just say “screw it” to the rest of the world, camp out here forever, find eternal blue sky in some vacant park far too wide and flourishing to sensibly be this empty.

    “That was the plan,” Lola answers, sounding entirely committal and meaning it. She reaches up, finds loose fists of lilac hair, the back of her hand brushing against the shell of Maya’s right ear. Maya hums in content— maybe at the touch, maybe at the words, maybe just at Lola’s presence— and Lola does it right back, then sets on a mission to kiss every centimeter of Maya’s skin that she can reach. She does it for now, for the minute after that she hasn’t yet gotten to, and when that minute comes, she’ll do it for tonight, when Basile will make her his famous risotto again and Daphné will cry like she always does when these sorts of departures happen, even though this time it’ll be for different reasons than before. Lola kisses Maya for tomorrow when she’ll be too busy packing, for the evening when she’ll sleep alone in her bed for the last time for a while, and she kisses her for every day after that, every day until she comes home.

Goodbye will be hard, but it won’t be for long. Lola swears she’ll be rebuilt, rejuvenated, better in no time.

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