#and i was like 'christine i would trust you with my life. i will not watch it.'

[deadpool15]

Unexpected Visitor P2.

Before I knew it, two men had just pushed me in the ground, hurting my stomach in the process causing me to scream out the first name that came to mind. “MANNY”.

Abruptly the phone call ended, I had never felt a sense of fear like this before. Not me for me though, my child. Right before Armando went to prison I wanted to tell him about the kid but too much was happening, a part of me wanting him to be involved in our life though the other part of me had to be logical and as much as it hurt, I had to let him go. Armando wasn’t the father but with the way our relationship was going he damm sure had no issue stepping up and showing me he could be.

We were huddled up and moved to another location before that fucking asshole received a call from a partner I’m guessing to move the hostages. Then we were planted in cars and boats apparently traveling to Cuba. “Are they gonna kill us?” I had completely forgotten Callie was here alongside us. I felt worse if anything, I couldn’t even reach out to hug her, I knew she needed comfort right now more than anything.

“No, sweetie we are going to be fine. Mike and Marcus are going to come for us. No one will hurt you ok?” Pushing myself closer to her to offer her a shoulder to lean on. Since, in this situation that’s all I could really do. “Look at you, mama bear giving her false hope. Already entering your mama phase and it hasn’t even started.” Looking at this asshole who had already pissed me off for yanking my locs. “It’s not false hope and last time I checked your boss gave you orders to not walk around speaking to me and my fucking family asshat. So, how about you do everyone a favor and check the perimeter, lord knows u could use the walk.”

He moves closer to push some of my hair back into place before caressing my cheekbones. I hurry and bit the shit outta his finger when he gets closer causing him to scream aloud and slap me. A gray haired man comes over to check the situation, head butting guy before sending him off to check the area leaving me. Christine sits there in tears worried for both me and Callie. Eventually, we hear noise from outside causing someone to yell out commands and we realize we are being moved. “Come on, ladies it’s your big day. Don’t let them outta your fucking sight, especially the feisty one.” Motioning towards me.

After a moment of waiting outside we notice something out of the ordinary and sadly so did our kidnappers causing one to grab my fucking hair again and push me back into this stupid gator park. Gunshots ringing straight through my ears causing pain. And then the man holding me falls, shot dead right in front of me. “O my fucking god, I think I’m gonna be sick.” Tears running down my face cloud my vision causing me to trip a couple of times trying to run away from the constant gunfire. Managing to untie the knot that had broken skin off my wrists, I immediately look for sight of Callie.

Crawling on the floor trying to find my 16-year old god daughter in the middle of an abandoned gator park is not something I thought I would be doing today. Finally, I look over and find Callie trying to run away from two men. Without a second thought, I run over towards here as fast as my body would let me. Grabbing ahold of her, causing her to shout not knowing the identity of who she believed was another attacker. “Callie, Callie stop it it’s me.” Holding onto the girl for dear life I check for any injuries. From the corner of my eye I see movement causing me to turn around while shoving Callie behind my back.

And right before I thought my life had came to an end. He appeared. Armando pushed us both behind him. Looking at me, while holding onto my arm not letting go. “Stay behind me. You gotta trust me.” Hearing those words hurt, made me realize how dangerous the situation was, maybe one of us wouldn’t make it. Fighting off a group of men while getting sliced up relentlessly, made me shriek in fear for the man I love. Grabbing Callie and pushing her towards the door as we try to run away a man pushed us back and Armando fight him off taking a knife to the shoulder. Leaving him on the ground in pain, I’m quick to grab him and try to pull him up. Before, I hear Callie scream.

Looking down all I saw was blood. Rushing down, but it wasn’t from Armando, it was me. My blood was pouring down. My vision started to become blurry and suddenly nothing was coherent. They were speaking but my brain couldn’t comprehend anything in that moment. Armando gathers his strength and looks at me, like a burst of adrenaline he shoots to quick while grabbing me with Callie’s help and moving towards the door. I soon feel us stop and look up and can make out a spec of what looks to be Armando’s face and his mouth is moving. “My baby, no..o the b-baby. Help.” And then everything fades. Trying to grab ahold of my stomach as a last resort to protect my son.

Armando

Sitting here facing off with Callie’s mom, while holding onto my girl. I watch my father and Callie plead for my life. “Go.. before I change my mind. Grabbing a hold of her I move with my father to find a boat. Before starting it up he looks at me, “Take this, head south. Don’t look back, and be good.” Smiling I look at him, thanking the world I got to know him. “That’s not your choice, detective.” Grabbing ahold of her and starting up the boat looking back at him, “take care of them.” With one last smile I nod and drive off. Seeing him for the last time.

2 weeks later…

“Manny, are you ready to watch the stars.” Hearing nothing my random little noises as my respond I smile. Grabbing ahold of my son I make my way to the patio to oversee the stars, “pretty right baby?” Hearing boots hitting the pavement I look up seeing Armando. “Ain’t got a thing on you, though baby.” Smiling while I watch him move closer to grab our son and play with him. Reminded how much I love him and our litter family. “What you thinking about, Girasol?” Pulling him closer for a kiss, staring into his eyes while running my nails through his hair. “Us, baby. Always about us.”

[fuctacles]

Midsummer Night's Dance

T | 1257 | knight!Steve, bard!Eddie, pre-Steddie, platonic Hellcheer | Ao3

Steve had already made up his mind and was on his way to the stables by the time Jason Carver found him.

"You're as good as dead, Harrington,” the man sneered into his face. “That freak is going to kill you in your sleep.”

"He's just a minstrel, Carver."

"He is a murderer!" Jason yelled, his face going red. Steve could feel his hot breath on his face. It reeked of alcohol. "He and his devil worshippers killed Chrissy!"

"Lady Christine disappeared," Steve reminded him. "There is no proof Munson had anything to do with it."

"He was drugging her! Everyone knows it!"

By now Steve moved past Jason, making his way deeper into the stables where Dustin, his squire, should be waiting with their horses. Carver followed him with uneven steps, breathing down his neck. 

He felt a tiny bit of relief when he spotted the teen. They nodded at each other, Dustin's eyes flicking behind him and his mouth pressed into a thin line. Wisely, he chose not to speak in Jason's presence. They silently prepared their horses, letting the man tire himself out with yells and accusations.

"Can't believe you're dragging along a kid," he baffled watching both of them leave the stables with their horses. "At least your corpses will finally prove I was right about that freak!"

Steve couldn't help the roll of his eyes.

"In that case, I’m glad I’ll never have to see you again," he said, leading his horse towards the stoned path that lead all the way from the castle grounds to the front gates and the forest beyond. Dustin followed behind him.

As soon as they left the shade of castle towers, he sighed, rolling his shoulders.

"This better not bite me in the ass, Henderson," he said, eyeing his squire.

Dustin deflated, like Steve just gave him permission to unleash everything that he's been holding inside.

"Eddie's cool! You can trust him! You can trust me!"

"Yeah? Like with Darth?"

Dustin bristled. 

"Don’t bring him into this! I wouldn't trust Darth with my life. But with Eddie, I would."

Steve squinted at him.

"His dramatics are rubbing off on you."

They reached the local tavern, Dustin running inside and then out to get Eddie's horse. Soon, the man of the hour was out of the door, his shirt askew, hair sticking out, sleep still gluing his eyelids together.

"You were… sleeping," Steve half-asked with disbelief.

The bard only grunted in response.

"It's almost noon!"

"It's nine," he hissed back, as if they shouldn't have left at dawn. "Hellfire!" He immediately lit up when Dustin appeared with his horse, black like midnight. He nuzzled gently her snout, cooing at her.

Steve melted a tiny bit inside, always touched by a sight of a loving horse-owner. Too many knights treated them like expendables.

He coughed into his fist to hide his reaction.

"Let's go."

They walked the rest of the length of the cobbled path, making a stop at the market to get some food for the road. Eddie disappeared minutely, and just when Steve was about to get angry, he reappeared, brandishing a marmalade stuffed bun for each of them.

Grumbling, Steve bit into the offering.

"Trying to bribe me?"

"Why would I? You already agreed to take me," Eddie answered after swallowing. "I just wanted one and thought it would be nice to share." He shrugged.

"Well, thanks."

"Steve has a sweet tooth!" Dustin offered the information happily, ignoring the glare his knight threw him.

"Ahh, now I know the way to Steve Harrington's heart," the bard smiled at him mischievously.

In answer, Steve hopped onto his horse and trotted away, forcing his companions to hastily follow his lead. Soon, their little troupe was out of the town gates and towards what Munson dubbed a ‘song-worthy adventure’. Steve just called it a routine patrol but, to each their own.

****

Eddie made for a surprisingly good travel companion. As a bard he had a lot of stories and songs to fill the boring stretches of the road, as a… herbalist he knew his way around the forest flora and had a satchel of fragrant tea he brewed for Steve on the first morning of their adventure/patrol.

It took him two nights to notice something was off. On the third, he took action.

"Where's Eddie?" he asked Dustin when it was his turn to take the night watch.

The boy shrugged.

"Taking a dump, I guess?"

"How long has he been gone?" Steve frowned. Dustin rolled his eyes like the idea of something bad happening to his friend, in the middle of the night, in a forest he didn't know, was an absurd concept.

"You know these artist types, they love their midnight strolls," he waved his hand dismissively. "He said to give him half an hour before worrying."

Okay, so there was that at least.

"Fine," Steve scoffed. He stretched and looked around the darkness surrounding their patch of grass. "I'm gonna take a leak and switch you up."

"Okay."

But as he was tying his pants back up, a stubborn plan solidified in his head. Without a second thought, he followed the trail of disturbed bushes. He stumbled a bit, since the barely-there path was lit only by a sliver of moon.

He almost walked right into them. One second the forest was dark and empty, the only sounds made by his footsteps and the quiet nightlife, and the next only a tree trunk was separating him from a clearing that bustled with energy.

The bodies crowding the place glowed their own ethereal light, fair lithe forms covered only by overflowing hair, wings, and shimmering slivers of fabric. They danced in a circle, happy and smiling, flowing above ground. Beside the gathering of faeries - a bard, accompanying them with his lute. Not just any bard. Steve's bard.

His voice flowed around, intertwining with the instrument and almost tangible in the pulsing air. It made Steve feel the urge to dance, but he knew it would be wrong to join them as a mere human being. Instead, he watched. The sight of fairies made him feel dizzy, their bodies unfocused, tethering on the edges of two realms. Or maybe his human eyes were at fault here, not designed to seeing them. He had no trouble focusing on Eddie, though. His milky skin was glowing just like the faeries’, and his hair flowed with a non-existent breeze. He fitted among them perfectly, and the thought that he couldn't be fully human, crossed Steve's mind.

There was a shift in the circle, a figure emerging and reaching out. Eddie smiled, abandoning his lute in a grasp of another faerie who continued the tune without a hitch. And then they were dancing, twirling around each other, singing together.

Steve could see both of them clearly.

He's met Christine Cunningham before but here she looked nothing like what he remembered. Where she used to be sickly pale and have an aura of melancholy around her, here she was alive with magic, fitting right in with the menagerie of mystical creatures.

Steve’s reasons for agreeing to the bard's company were many. A lot of them were tied to the widely spread rumours of his involvement in the disappearance of Lady Cunningham. He had a gut feeling the man was no murderer but the truth facing him was much bigger than he could ever imagine.

Not a murderer nor a kidnapper, Eddie Munson had simply returned his friend to where she always belonged.

[sofasoap]

Snowman

pairing: Nikolai x F!Reader + OC child Rating : M for innuendos. otherwise fluff family story.

Summary: As a good doting father, Nikolai took his family into the wood for a quiet getaway.

Thank you @glitterypirateduck for the Vacation mode challenge! I am sorry I always pull in at the last minute.. *sob*

OC characters belongs to:

Myléne 'Petra’ Scholten de Ridder, @eenochian Olga 'Zhar’ Samiolova, @nrdmssgs Christine 'Riot’ Vega, @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot

“Anya! Don’t run so… fast. Oh dear.” You sighed as the warning had come too late for your toddler who tripped and face planted herself into the fresh powder snow.  She was immediately picked up by your husband who threw the toddler high up in the air, causing a fit of giggle. 

“There my little princess. Not a scratch. How brave!” 

“Papa!! Snow!!” she giggled as she pointed towards the ground and started wiggling around in his hold, eager to get back onto the soft cold surface. 

“Yes I know it’s snow, but don’t run too far away from papa and ma alright? It's dangerous. There might be bears… wolves and bad guys nearby.”

The little one nodded her head, with a serious expression on her face.

“Good, now go make a snowman for papa alright?” Nikolai sat his daughter down and the little girl immediately went to work, gathering up the snow to form a little snowball. 

The rare family breaks the three of you, getting away from the busy work schedules and missions. This spontaneous getaway was initiated by your daughter reading a story book, and pouting about how she never built a snowman before.

“I must correct this! The daughter of mine has never built a snowman before???” Nikolai put his paperwork down and picked his daughter up from the couch, peppering her with kisses.  “You don’t have any free time love.” you pointed out to your husband.  “I always have time for my little princess. And you of course.” he smirked at you as you rolled your eyes.  “I’ll get Yuri to take the workload off me…” “Yuri got the twins. Petra will twist your neck off if you add more workload onto him.” “Zhar can deal with it.”  “Do you want to see Krueger pouting? Or Nikto mopping away.” “What has Krueger got to do with Zhar?” Nikolai frowned.  “Or maybe I should ask Price if I can borrow Riot…” “You want to drag a pregnant woman to work?” you gasped. “What?” “What? Oh uh, you weren’t supposed to know that. Anyway, where are we going anyway? Into the mountains?” you quickly change the subjet. “ I got a cabin in the woods…” “How many properties have you got?” you quirk your eyebrow. “A lot.”  he smirked. "Remember your husband is rich."

It wasn’t even a small cabin. You thought it would be like the other small safe houses you have been to. It was a proper, large resort style cabin, well concealed and hidden inside the wood.  Anya, being the excited little child, runs around the cabin and checks all the rooms and amenities out, and pulls you around to show you each of the new things that caught her eyes.   The three of you spend days in quietness, just like a normal family, Anya drawing quietly in front the fireplace with her Papa, who has been staring at something on the same page for the last thirty minutes. and suspicously moving his finger on the page. “No work, remember your promise? Chimera will not fall apart without you in a week. Trust the crews.” You gently remove the hidden phone behind the book he was supposedly reading, reminding him of his promises. Nikolai chuckled as he pulled you into his lap, kissing your cheek as an apology.  “You know we hardly get to spend time like a normal family.” you bury your face into the crook of his neck. “The team will have everything under control. Please just relax. Spend time with your daughter, and me.”  It’s one of the guilt Nikolai carries, he couldn’t afford to give you and his daughter a normal life.  A life without bloodshed and danger. The past he bares, the sins he carries, the man he is,  There is always a chance the two of you are in danger. He knows you are strong enough to defend yourself.  But his little innocent princess?  

Anya’s gasp pulls both you and Nikolai’s attention towards her.  “IT’S SNOWING!”  She jumped up and ran towards the window. “Papa! Do you think we will have enough snow by tomorrow for a snowman?”  “Maybe?” he laughed. “But we might be trapped in here forever with lots of snow!”  “Good!” Anya turns towards her parents. “That means I can have papa and ma with me all the time!”

“Bears? Wolves?” you walked up towards your husband and leaned against his arm. Watching your daughter using all her energy to start rolling the snow ball around. “Didn’t know there’s wild animals nearby.”

“Use to. But the only wild animal here at the moment is me.” Nikolai chuckled. “The scary big bad wolf…”

“Oh what a big hand you have got!” you smirked, playing along with him.

“The better to touch you with.”

“What a big mouth you have." 

"The better to eat you with!” his smile widened. “And you know what other big thing this big bad wolf has?” he whispered into your ears, letting out a low growl.

“Care to show me later on?” 

“Papa!! Ma! Come and help meeeeee!!!”

“Did you have fun at the cabin, Anya?” “Yep!! I made Ma made hot chocolate.. Marshmallow.. Papa put fire on… I build snow man!!! and Oh ma and Papa played the big bad wolf game!”

“Anya…..oh heavens.” 

Bonus:

“What a big hand you have..”

“The better to spank your ass with.” “What a big mouth you have…” “The better to eat your pussy with.”

“And the big cock?”

“The better to pleasure my beautiful wife with.” Nikolai smirked as he started climbing over you. 

“Then, my big bad wolf,” you thrust your hip up to grind against him. “Show me how it's done.” 

@preciouslittlecreature @roosterr @connorsui @glitterypirateduck

[dross-the-fish]

I can't find it now but I saw a post where you said Erik's mask isn't a comfort item. Why do you think it isn't? Why would he get so angry at Christine if it wasn't?

Ok, I'm about to get ranty and it's not directed at you specifically so don't take it personally.

I hate the take that Erik's mask is his "security blanket" or his "comfort device" because it's incredibly LAZY.

It's fucking lazy. It's a lazy and reductive take and it almost always comes with the intent of woobifying Erik and villainizing Christine.

Erik does not find his mask comforting, he feels he has to wear it to conceal himself and if anything he gives the sense that he would much rather be able to live without it. He's angry at Christine for a few reasons and I speculate some of them are not even about Christine.

The most obvious and superficial reason is that his carefully laid plan has gone to shit

Erik believed whole heartedly that if Christine didn't know what he looked like that she might be compelled to return to him if he let her go. My guess is that he had planned to try and win her over and wait to tell her the truth after they re-built some of the lost trust...trust lost because he lied to her...and kidnapped her.

Erik is a wee bit unhinged.

But I also think there's more to his freak out. This may be headcanon on my part but I always interpreted this

As being something of a traumatized response. Not because the mask gives him comfort or something like that, but because when someone is deformed, especially back in that time period, people often stared or treated them like a horror novelty. Erik has no doubt endured a life time of people trying to look at his face as some kind of morbid curiosity to be gawked at and Christine snatching it may have put him back in that mindset and he is PISSED.

His bit about "Women being inquisitive" also strikes me as him referencing things that happened before. I almost wonder if Christine wasn't the first person to catch his interest and if he's tried this before with....horrible results.

It reads less like "Oh no! You took my safety blanket! Now I'm exposed and vulnerable!" and more akin to

This specifically is why I hate the whole "mask is his comfort item" take because it makes Erik sound like a toddler throwing a tantrum because someone took his binky and paints Christine as being somehow in the wrong for wanting to see her kidnapper's face.

A thing she had already demanded of him previously which he denied without giving any explanation whatsoever. I cannot stress enough that Erik is the one with the power in this scenario. They are in his house, he has her trapped and he has been the older mentor/protector figure in her life for some time. The scale is tipped in HIS favor, not hers. I've always felt that at this point in their relationship her taking off the mask is, in a way, her trying to level the field because he's had her at such a disadvantage this whole time.

And that's not to say that Christine doesn't have feelings of some kind for Erik. Christine's feelings for Erik are messy and complicated but there is an undeniable fear and discomfort that she expresses over her captivity. She does pity him enough to come back, I think she also feels a lingering attachment to him, despite everything, but Erik keeps making. The. Worst. Possible. Choices.

To be clear, Christine is not in any way to blame for "provoking" Erik. He is a victim of the the time period and the society he lives in but he is not in any way shape or form CHRISTINE'S victim.

Erik isn't to blame for how he's been treated by the world at large and he's clearly been through some shit, he deserves sympathy but that doesn't make his treatment of Christine ok or make it Christine's job to give him affection and companionship.

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Chapter 12 Nemo dat quot non habet (No one gives what they do not have) - Benidorm part 3

Next, Cartagena

Warnings: Smut and I'm sure lots of typos that I missed

Taglist: @glitterypirateduck @letsreadallday @jamesrifftapes @sofasoap @mmyrrhh

Previous / Masterlist / Next

‘‘Was that Price? Did anything happen?’’ Johnny’s voice sounded concerned when Simon hung up the phone, but the sly grin on the scarred lips of the Lieutenant made him relax right away and smile. ‘‘Shit, what did’yae do?’’

‘‘Exploding cigar’’ Simon chuckled, grabbing his glass of beer to take a sip, face mask hooked under his chin and the hood of his hoodie covering his head and most of his face, leaning back in the chair. Like always, it was too small for him, but he felt so satisfied and content in that moment that he didn’t care.

They were sitting at what Christine had called a chiringuito, which seemed to be a bar next to the beach, with good food and sometimes music. It was right by the building where they were staying, at the apartment that they had rented even before leaving the UK, not trusting the CIA arrangements in the slightest.

And in spite of all, as both men observed the girls having a good time, dancing… life was good. Gabi’s laughter could be heard over the music as she twirled following Christine’s guide. There were plenty of people dancing, and the music was at times too loud, but life was good.

‘‘Yer an awful piece of shite’’ Johnny was laughing, imagining Price’s face, and Simon just grinned, his dark brown eyes following Christine and Gabi as they danced. Carefree, duty forgotten for the moment. Even though she was wearing her face mask after finishing dinner, Christine seemed to be laughing and enjoying herself. Gabi was beaming too, as they both danced to the music, whatever it was.

‘‘He put glitter in my gloves, it’s fair payback’’ Simon justified himself, shrugging, still grinning, and Johnny just burst into laughter. The girls were making their way back to the table, chatting among themselves, and he straightened up a bit in his chair, looking for the blue that he wanted to see.

‘‘Eeeeh, guapa (Hey beautiful)’’ Someone slurred from the neighbouring table, and both him and Johnny tensed up. Simon covered his lower face again with the face mask, turning to look at a small group of men that had been ogling and trying to chat women up the whole time they had been there. When Gabi had gone to the toilet they had tried to talk to her, but she had ignored them. When Christine had gone to the bar counter to order food and drinks, one of them asked her something that she plainly ignored when she came back.

It seemed they still hadn’t got enough rejection to get the clue.

‘‘Eh, cabrón (Hey motherfucker)’’ Johnny called out to them in his broken Spanish, grabbing Gabi’s waist to pull her onto his lap. ‘‘Mi novia, cállate (My girlfriend, shut up)’’

Christine sat calmly beside Simon, in silence, trying to avoid looking at the other table. Slowly, he threw his arm around the back of her chair as usual, waiting for what he knew was coming next.

‘‘¿Y esa qué, es tuya también? (And what about that one, is she yours too?)’’ Another of the men laughed, pointing at Christine, but his face dropped when Simon leaned in, his dark eyes as unforgiving and stern as ever. His arm fell slightly between the back of the chair and her body, and his enormous hand came to rest on her waist, dragging her closer.

‘‘No’’ Ghost answered coldly, with the low, gravelly voice that promised nothing good would happen if they continued on that path. ‘‘Es mía (She’s mine)’’

He felt her body melt into his side, but he kept staring until the men turned around and decided to pay attention elsewhere. Gabi was cooing something in Johnny’s ear, but his friend was looking at him, with a smile half amused and half surprised.

‘‘Ye bastard, ye speak Spanish!’’ He laughed, slapping his shoulder and making Gabi bounce on his lap with his laughter. ‘‘But you told Alejandro in Las Almas…’’

‘‘I said nothing in Las Almas’’ Simon corrected, leaning back in his chair again, but bringing discreetely Christine’s body back with him, reluctant to let go. If he had to act like an alpha male to the whole fucking bar, so be it, as long as she was left alone. ‘‘You told Alejandro you didn’t speak Spanish. I said nothing’’

‘‘Oooh, yer an asshole’’ Johnny was still laughing heartily. ‘‘All those times Ale and Rudy were talking in Spanish in front of us ye understood everything’’

‘‘Not everything’’ Simon admitted, and then looked down at Christine, to find her blue eyes on him. ‘‘I don’t really speak it, only understand part of it’’

She nodded slowly, but seemed lost in thought. Gabi decided in that moment to speak up.

‘‘Johnny and I are going to visit a couple of bars before going back to the apartment, do you want to come?’’

‘‘No’’ Both Simon and Christine answered at the same time, and looked at each other for a second before she added. ‘‘I prefer to go back to the apartment, to be honest. I’m drained’’

‘‘Not interested in going clubbing’’

‘‘Yer loss’’ Johnny grinned, standing up with Gabi in his arms, and kissed her before setting her down on her feet. Then, he bent down to kiss Christine’s covered cheek. ‘‘Behave yerselves, don’t do anything ah wouldn’t’’

‘‘Get lost, you wanker’’ She laughed, and waved them goodbye as they left the bar, holding hands.

Even with the loud music and the chattering of the other patrons around them, the silence between them was deafening.

‘‘When did you learn Spanish?’’ Christine looked up at him, and for a second she saw something in his eyes that made her doubt and regret her question. A flash of pain, or maybe anger, and amusement.

‘‘In another life, lovie’’ Simon answered, gently, and with his free hand brushed back a strand of her hair. ‘‘I’ll tell you about it sometime’’

‘‘Does it… have to do with that story you said you’d tell me…?’’ She almost leaned into his touch, her eyes closing, and he smiled under his mask.

‘‘It does’’ Looking around, he decided he had had enough human interaction for the day. ‘‘What do you say we go back to the apartment and watch something on the telly? A movie, or whatever. While those two are whoring around’’

‘‘Don’t say it like that’’ Christine laughed, standing up, and smiled down at him. ‘‘But I like the idea of watching a movie. I hope the sofa is more comfortable than the one in the common room’’

Simon grunted his approval as he stood up, watching with satisfaction how the men in the neighbouring table cowered when they saw his size. Sometimes, being that big was an advantage. With his hand on the small of her back, barely touching her, he guided her out.

The building door was close enough to not really have time to talk about anything, and when they took the stairs up instead of the lift, as always, they kept their comfortable silence. The apartment came with two copies of the keys, one that was in Gabi’s possession, and the other Christine used to open the door.

Maybe it was not as luxurious as the CIA apartment had pretended to be, but the apartment they chose looked cozier. With two bedrooms, one bathroom, an open plan kitchen connected to the living room, and a balcony with a great view of the beach and the sea. There were faint noises coming from the neighbouring apartments.

‘‘I’m going to have a shower first’’ Christine commented, going to the bedroom the girls had claimed, the one with the king size bed, to grab her toilet bag. The other had two single beds, and Johnny and Simon had flipped a coin to choose. ‘‘I forgot how hot this part of the country is. It’ll get worse when we go south’’

‘‘Take your time. I’ll shower after you’’ Simon sat down on the sofa and turned the tv on, trying, hard, not to allow his mind to wander. She flashed him a smile when she walked past him to the bathroom and closed the door. A couple of minutes later, he heard the shower working.

He had managed to half distract himself with a metalworking contest when his phone vibrated in his pocket. A text from Johnny.

In case ye need some, condoms are in my bag. Cheers!

And the twat added a winking emoji and an aubergine. Simon felt tempted to write something snarky back, but decided to just ignore the text and return the phone to his pocket, seething. Only to find that his jeans were more strained than normal, and his cock was fucking hard out of nowhere.

He looked at his crotch, half amused and half affronted, and tried to get more comfortable on the sofa so he could… No, not working. The noise of the water coming from the bathroom made his mind start wandering, and wandering, and… He tried to focus on the metalworking episode.

*

In the shower, Christine was having her own problems trying to distract herself, but to no avail. It had started with her wishing he had showered before, because in that case she’d be able to smell him, right? Because that wasn’t creepy or pathetic at all.

And one thing led to another, and now there she was, biting the inside of her hand, her back against the wall, and her index finger rubbing slow, soft circles over her throbbing clit. There’s my girl. Es mía (She’s mine). Because I don’t fucking know what I would do without you either.

Christine bit back a low whimper, with her head hanging low to avoid water in her eyes, trying to imagine his voice praising her. His hands on her skin, his fingers inside her. Lovie. She really didn’t enjoy her own fingers inside her because it never felt good enough. But just thinking about one of his long, thick digits, toying with her folds, slowly sliding inside of her…

I will ruin you

Her eyes snapped open, and she bit down hard enough on her hand to mark her teeth. But she forced herself to continue rubbing her clit in small circles, thinking about Simon’s voice, about his broad shoulders, his big hands, his strong arms…

No one will want you after I’m finished with you, whore

Simon’s wide back, Simon’s dark eyes that equally undressed her and made her feel safe, Simon’s dirty blonde or light brown hair, she couldn’t decide on the colour but she was dying to tangle her fingers in it, Simon’s mouth, with that big scar that crossed his lips and the smaller ones around it, and the scars on his chin and jaw…

Who would want a marked bitch like you

Simon’s hot tongue between her legs, teasing her clit and plunging deep inside her, Simon’s meaty hips between her legs while he pinned her down somewhere, wherever, Simon’s cock, that made her mouth water just by fantasizing about it, Simon’s strong thighs that she was dying to ride…

Christine slid down the wall until she was sitting on the floor, too far gone for the voices in her head to ruin her this time, not this time, with Simon’s voice in her ears and the warmth of his forehead still on her forehead and…

She moaned his name. Like a whore. Like a desperate virgin. But she moaned his name as she came, harder than she had managed to come in the latest months, feeling hot water streaming down her cheeks. Salty water.

*

‘‘All yours’’

Simon looked up at her, startled, and for a moment, his eyes widened and his throat went dry as sandpaper.

Christine was standing there, smiling, with her hair still damp from the shower, wearing… pyjama shorts and a black t-shirt that looked enormous on her.

His t-shirt.

‘‘Where did you get that?’’ He grunted, smiling, standing up from the sofa, and she shrugged while sitting down exactly where he had been, curling up on the seat.

‘‘Mysteries of the universe’’

Simon hesitated, looking down at her and her smile. She seemed… happy. For what, he had no clue, but it warmed his heart.

‘‘We’ll talk about this later’’ He threatened mockingly, and she stuck her tongue out at him. He almost didn’t leave, but he did, before she noticed the growing strain in his jeans.

And the second he stepped into the still damp bathroom and closed the door, he felt it. Smelled it.

Her scent, everywhere. The sweet, faint scent of cherries that accompanied her whenever they weren’t deployed. He grunted while undressing, his hard cock springing free from his boxers and standing at attention, too heavy to really reach his stomach.

Inside of the shower, the scent was worse. Or better. He couldn’t decide as he washed his hair and then tried to focus on rinsing the sweat off his body, but the insistent weight between his thighs was making it difficult.

Before he knew it, his hand was around his shaft, his fingers tracing the vein on the underside, and he gritted his teeth. Her scent was making him go crazy, and as he slowly thrusted his hips forward, into his closed fist, he tried to imagine it was her hand. Her long, slender fingers around him, her body against his back, her tits pressed against his flesh, her lips on his scars.

Simon braced himself on the wall, using his forearm and dropping his forehead on the cool tiles of the shower, with a low grunt. What he wouldn’t give to shake his hesitance. What he wouldn’t give to feel her body against his, like in that goddamn dream that had made him cum in his sleep like a schoolboy.

He tried to imagine her lips wrapped around him, but his fantasy soon turned into something softer, more intimate. Her hand wrapped around his cock, and his hand guiding hers, while they kissed until their tongues hurt. Her pretty little moans, like the moan she had let out a couple of months ago in the gym while lifting weights and that had almost made him cum right there. Her giggles, like when she laughed at his jokes.

Her beautiful breasts, her thighs, God her thighs, what he wouldn’t give to have those thighs around his waist, or around his neck while getting drunk on her taste and fucking her with his tongue until she was a babbling mess underneath him.

Her voice telling him…

Simon had to bite his own arm when he suddenly came, embarrassingly soon but hard, spurting ropes of cum all over his hand and the shower wall. He growled her name.

God, what he wouldn’t give to not be afraid.

*

When he returned to the living room, Christine seemed engrossed on something on the TV, and when he sat down beside her, she almost jumped and fumbled with the remote to change channels.

‘‘What were you watching?’’ Simon asked, curious, trying to grab the remote and change back, but she kept it out of his reach, blushing.

‘‘Nothing! Something stupid I used to like when I was a kid’’

‘‘Well, let’s watch that’’ He shrugged, still trying to get the remote, and she hesitated.

‘‘Only if you answer something first’’

He stopped immediately and looked at her, expecting her question, but she seemed to hesitate even more. Until she sighed and looked right into his eyes.

‘‘Did you mean it?’’ When he just stared, without understanding, Christine explained further. ‘‘What you said to those idiots in the bar’’

Es mía (She’s mine). Simon’s shoulders relaxed, and his gaze softened.

‘‘I did’’

She smiled. He was still wearing a face mask, but she got rid of hers right at the door, as always, when they came back from the bar.

‘‘Ladyhawke’’ She whispered, giving him the remote, and he changed the channel back to what she was watching before, choosing the option to watch it from the start, in English. ‘‘It’s… my favourite movie since I was a kid’’

Simon smiled and raised an arm, a bit doubtful of his bold move. But she immediately moved closer, and he let his forearm rest on her shoulders as she made herself comfortable against his side.

‘‘Then I’m sure I’ll love it’’

[ablatheringblatherskite]

A Raoulstine and Eristine fan recommend fanfics from our ships to each other!!

So @nerdywriter36 and I were talking about fanfics we liked and recommending some to each other, then, for fun and so we can both try experiencing it, we decided to directly recommend fics that are from the "opposite side"!! And for fun, since we can, we decided to exchange them publicly so that y'all can check them out too!! Here's my recommendations!!

Important note: we are both aware that some of the phics we recommend might put Raoul and Erik in a not so great light! It's bound to happen in phics for these ships 😅

Note: I don't know which of these authors have Tumblr aside from two, but if they do, please tell me so I can tag them!

This one is absolutely adorable and heartbreaking and but comforting in the best possible way 😭. This is actually the first phanfic I ever read! I LOVE the way they wrote Raoul SO MUCH, as well as his and Christine's relationship. It's really simple but REALLY sweet and THE WAY HE JUST WANTS TO PROTECT HER AND GETS SCARED WHEN SHE'S SCARED AND OH MY HEART I CANNOT HWHDHWHDHWHDHHWDHHWHD

Rating: General audiences

Summary:

She wasn’t being rational, she wasn’t thinking clearly, and he could tell, but what was there for him to do other than to reassure her that he would try his hardest to keep her safe? She trusted him enough to want to marry him, so he had to be doing something right, but he didn’t feel like it was enough.

This is by my mutual @rumpletrumple and WHEN I TELL YOU THE PAIN THIS CAUSED MY ALREADY WOUNDED HEART??? ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS COLLAPSE ONTO THE FLOOR BREAK DOWN AND SOB 😭 so this is obviously a very angsty fic but it's SO GOOD 😭 IT'S SO SO GOOD AND MY HEART HURTS JUST THINKING ABOUT IT AGAIN AND I WUDJWJDJJWJR

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Summary:

Erik runs out of patience and lets his temper get the best of him, costing him the boy's life and Christine's pity.

Now THIS one... this one is a little spicy, I will admit, but it's not smut I promise. Obviously I don't normally read stuff like this 😅 but It's really short and I thought it really was cute and well written too 😭

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Summary:

Raoul laughed, "I'm afraid I never sought out that bit of 'education' when I was on shore leave."

This is a very good fic with a very good look at Christine and what she might've been feeling after Masquerade. "Themes of fear" according to the author 😭 and while there aren't as many Raoulstine bits, I thought I might as well include it 🥺

Rating: Teen And up Audiences

Summary:

Every time she thought of what had happened that night at the masquerade, she could feel his hands so close to her neck. He had been cold, and whatever kindness, even love, she had seen his eyes was gone—replaced only with cruel and bitter jealousy.

This one's from @textsfromthefifthbasement!

HURT/COMFORT MY BELOVED 😭 this one's also really short but it is EFFECTIVE. THE IMAGERY. AUGHWHDYHWHDHWHFHWHDHEHD I'M whhdhwhdhejfje *cries*.

Rating: General Audiences

Summary:

Christine's thoughts the morning after the final lair. Originally written in 2021 as part of the Touch Prompts on tumblr. Based on prompt #14, On a Bruise.

AND THAT'S ALL OF MY RECOMMENDATIONS!! if the version of the post you see doesn't have the reblog CHECK THE REBLOGS FOR EMILY'S REBLOG FOR HER SUGGESTIONS!! GNIGHT!!

[sawyerconfort]

songbird | misty day x reader

 Well, here I am, writing and opening the imagines for American Horror Story: Coven over here.

I was dying to write something to post here again and this one came to mind because firstly I love Misty and she deserves all the love in this world and secondly because I love this song, I love Fleetwood Mac and I love Christine McVie forever.

I hope you like it anyway.

There are open requests and a list of prompts if you want, just click here!

Enjoy!

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Prompt: You go through the same problem as your older brother: the fact that you fell in love with a witch. But Misty is different, and will show you that love is not wrong, even with tragic fates awaiting you.

* * *

Fate couldn't be crueler to you.

It was hard to look at her and know that the two of you would possibly have little time to enjoy each other's company, or that you would have to kill her soon, or that it would hurt her. And mostly it was even harder to admit to yourself that you loved her and that you didn't want to lose her.

It hurt to look at Misty and know you would have to do this. You would have to end it without asking permission or changing the fate of the thing. Either way, she'd come back to life, and you'd need to stay far enough away that you never cross paths with her again, avoiding the guilt and pain that would come later.

It was an easier task for Hank, that was for sure. Your brother was the husband of a witch - Cordelia Goode, the daughter of the Supreme - and he seemed to be fine with the fact that one day he would have to watch her bleed. But he was older, had more experience, and had stronger blood than you.

Every night, you found yourself dreaming of the ultimate moment. You'd barely close your eyes and wake up sweating with flashes of a dagger being plunged into Misty's chest, or a silver bullet going through her chest. And she woke up when she saw you having nightmares, and you had to hide your discomfort, leave the cabin in the swamp and drink water far away so as not to prolong the conversation.

That would kill you first then her.

And the worst part is that your girlfriend didn't suspect anything.

* * *

There you were, training, devising new strategies so you wouldn't have to suffer in completing your mission, internally fighting your desire to end it all and the desire to burst into tears, knowing your father would never forgive you for it.

“Hey, cutie...”

You heard Misty's voice and, in fright, you hit one of the professional darts in the target, causing a hole bigger than it should have been. You turned to her and gulped as your dream passed like a gust of wind in front of you and brought the painful sight of her clutching her chest to her eyes.

“Are you all right? You're a little pale... Haven't you had your morning sun today, my love?”, she asked, showing the concern that took over when she was near you, and that left your heart completely melted.

“I'm fine,” you insisted. “What do you need, Misty?”

Cover-up. Don't feel. She can't guess. Her powers aren't that great yet.

“Oh yes, I came because… I found something out there and I wanted you to explain it to me,” she said, taking you by surprise. In her hand was a dagger, your dagger, and you swallowed harder. “You haven't been killing animals to eat the meat, have you? You know I don't like that..."

"No, I..."

You realized that your vision was getting blurred, that you were about to pass out and you sat down - or rather threw yourself - on the ground. Misty knelt next, those eyes you loved that were north of you staring at you with all the love in the world.

“You can trust me, (Y\NN), I swear, I won't judge you,” she whispered.

"I'm... I..."

“You're one of them, right? One of the hunters that occasionally shows up here to kill witches and the others...”, she replied, her voice low, deciphering everything. “Yeah, I knew it. From the beginning, I was just waiting for you to tell me.”

You looked at her in disbelief and her eyes lit up because she was smiling and you were crying. Misty didn't seem mad or disappointed in you at all. You couldn't decipher what that look and that smile meant.

"Did you knew? How did you knew?"

“Your dreams,” she said. "You didn't know it, but you talk in your sleep, and without meaning to, I end up hearing you calling my name and begging me to forgive you, or screaming... It's not on purpose, I swear, it's just... inevitable."

You were speechless. Looking at your girlfriend and getting that beautiful, generous look in return, you'd wonder how you managed to get so lucky. There was nothing that could change the fact that you loved Misty one way or another, not even your family.

“But hey, can you listen to me for a minute, honey?” she continued whispering, sitting down next to you and using her hand to hold yours. “It's okay, you don't have to feel guilty about this, okay?”

You did not answer. You couldn't find the words to say.

“I suppose the size of your pain, I imagine how difficult it must have been for you to deal with all of this, I can understand, even though I don't feel it. But you must know that nothing, nothing, and no one in this world will be able to change what I feel for you. The love, the care, the affection, the desire I feel for you...”, she smiled. “And you know, deep inside you, that you don't want to do that. And that you won't do it.”

She slowly ran her fingers through yours and smiled sadly.

“I love you, (Y\NN), and I just need you to know that, no matter what happens between us,” she kept saying. “I promise with all my heart that I will make an effort and I will do my best to be by your side and help you get through this whole idea. You are not a failure just for having feelings and not being able to do what your family does, you know that, right?”

You looked at her. “Misty...”

“I promise, with all my heart, my love. I promise that starting with today, you won't have to go through this anymore if you don't want to. And it won't be wrong, ever, because I'll be here by your side, and I'll love you until the last beat of my heart. If need be, I'll give you the world, to make up for the weight of all this burden. But you're not alone and you never will be, do you hear me?"

She brought your faces close and kissed you tenderly, brushing a strand of hair from your face and cupping your cheek reflexively, resting her hand there.

“I forgive you, my love. I forgive you because you are different from them”, she whispered. “You would never hurt me, I know that. And I won't let anyone hurt you either, not even me. You deserve all the love in the world, all the support, and all the validation, and I'm here to give you that and more.”

You smiled and kissed her once more, sniffling. Misty wiped away some of your tears and smiled the same smile as always, biting her lip and squeezing the hand that was still holding yours.

“Thank you, Misty. I promise I won't try anything against you. I promise from the heart.”

She laughed. “Okay, okay, cutie, I believe you, is that okay?”, you nodded and kissed her again. As you pulled away, Misty looked at you and away. “But now, please let me get rid of that awful pallor of yours, babe. Let's get some morning sun and take the opportunity to visit my garden halfway through. We have some beauties to water and ressurrect.”

[pinkykats-place]

Can I ask your top 10 fav fics ever (from any fandom, if you don't mind)?

Also, just curious, is there a story behind your name "pinkykats-place "?

Hi, tough to narrow it down but here are 10 of my fav fics I’ve ever read

Note: no bakudeku fics because I already answered an ask post on my fav fics for that pairing and no reader inserts in this post (maybe I’ll make a separate top 10 reader insert list)

How Does It Feel?

Summary: Kuroko was found beaten and unconscious, hanging by his wrists from a basketball hoop in Kaijou's gym with a message cut into his chest and stomach: HEY GENERATION OF MIRACLES. HOW DOES IT FEEL? The GoM are determined to find who hurt him and make them pay, but along the way must face the mistakes they made in middle school, and realize the pain their actions caused others.

Eraserhead and His Feral Dumpster Child

Summary: Izuku is quirkless, feral, and full of dragon traits inherited from his father.

Aizawa took one look at him after finding him in a dumpster and was ready to sign the adoption papers.

No one who knows Aizawa personally know how to feel about this.

Puppy, Sprite, and Angel

(Deku-Centric)

Summary: Tomura liked the boy because he was so submissive.

Dabi possessed the boy because the boy needed him.

Overhaul liked the boy because he was quirkless.

In which a Quirkless boy abandoned by society finds a home and loves of his life.

Pet-a-cat, pet-a-cat, mafia man

(Atsushi x Chuuya)

Summary: Nakajima Atsushi has this nifty little trick where he turns into a cat to offer comfort to people. Somehow, it leads to dating Nakahara Chuuya — after an accidental Italian vacation, that is.

Jailbait

(Bella Swan x Seth Clearwater)

Summary: Four years is not a big difference, unless it makes the relationship illegal. What happens when the youngest pack member imprints on Bella Swan?

Justified

(Bella Swan x Paul Lahote)

Summary: Millions of people are homeless and stare longingly from the outside, in. When a werewolf finds his imprint in the last place to be expected, how many social abnormalites does he have to justify to make it work?

Bet on Me

(Bella x Jacob vs Bella x Edward)

Summary: Who in their right mind bets on their own virginity? Innocent Bella gets herself caught up in the charms of the very gorgeous, very bad Jacob Black. Will she be able avoid him like her boyfriend asks or will she fall for his seduction?

The Movement of the Earth

(Bella Swan x Jacob Black)

Summary: Jacob imprints on Bella. It changes things. A re-write of New Moon, beginning on page 242 in Chapter 10: "The Meadow."

Nothing But a Man

(Erik x Christine)

Summary: What if Erik did not murder Buquet? What if he did not lose Christine's trust so early in their relationship? How would the events have played out? This story takes place just before the demise of Buquet and is a what if based on the 2004 film

A Gypsy Caravan

(Erik x Christine)

Summary: Erik was never able to escape from his gypsy captors. Ten years later, a violinist and his young daughter join the clan for the season.

Bonus Fic because I just couldn’t not include it - Fawning Over Swan

Also Pinkykat was a nickname growing up and I thought adding place was a fun touch to a username

[irradiatedrosegarden]

its really great to see someone on here whose so passionate abt dead money!! i would love to hear about daisy and their relationship to the other collars! (also, i really love how you draw christine, she is delightfully teensy tiny)

YES THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING, I WOULD BE SO HAPPY TO EXPLAIN :D

The entire situation of being stuck in the Sierra Madre and forced to cooperate was a special kind of awful for Daisy, what with her being the type of person who does not trust other people (not at all quickly, at least). She likes being in control, and absolutely hates feeling like her life is in the hands (or, *ahem*, around the neck) of anyone else, which makes for a very interesting situation with some very interesting dynamics with the others collars!

Daisy and Dean:

Their relationship is something of an unstable equality, where they both hold the upper hand (and both want to hold the upper hand), until they don't. They could each beat the other easily, Dean with smarts, Daisy with strength, and they each know it, and it's something about that shared capacity for ruthlessness (the ability for each of them to fight with teeth and claws and come out on top; there's no clear winner between them, it could go either way) that enables them to actually get pretty close. (and like, really close at one specific point in an abandoned convenience store, if you catch my drift.) Between the two of them, Dean is the one in the so-called "leader" position, calling the shots whenever they're doing things side-by-side, although look any closer than face value and it becomes clear how much he relies on Daisy's strength, selflessness, and general know-how. Dean will let her take point more often than not, let her charge ahead and do the dangerous things, the scary things, the hard things, that he will then take most of the credit for (she doesn't mind too much, luckily). They're kind of like,, y'know, a rich guy and his big ol' guard dog that he keeps on a short leash and claims the reason it's so short is because he needs to keep her under control, that it's a reminder that he's in charge, he's the one who owns her (metaphorically), but in reality it's so short because A) he finds comfort in her being so close, able to protect him at arms' length, and B) she is really who's leading. not him.

He also refers to her as "Miss Daisy" more often than not, which is kind of cute. She calls him "babydoll."

Daisy and Dog/God:

Daisy meets God twice, once in the police station and again in the kitchen, and both times, they absolutely hate each other. No camaraderie between them, nor was there ever any potential.

Daisy and Dog, however, end up caring for each other. A lot. They become fiercely protective over each other, quickly realizing "oh hey I would die for this person actually" and each putting in the extra effort to make sure the other has what they need. Daisy goes out of her way to keep Dog fed, to reassure him that he's doing well, everything's going fine. In return, Dog keeps an eye out for the things he realizes Daisy is afraid of (BUT IMPORTANT CHARACTER NOTE FOR DAISY, admitting fear is something she never, ever does. Ever.). Dog will use himself as a shield for Daisy (if need be), and does his best to steer her away from the darker areas of the Villa, or from more cramped, enclosed spaces or pathways (she has claustrophobia). He tends to scout ahead when they're traveling together, reporting back to Daisy with things like "Small space ahead" or "Ghosts that way," so they can take a different route (even if they could theoretically kill ghosts together with relative ease, ghosts are scary, dude).

Daisy has a lot of sympathy for Dog. For a good chunk of her time in the Sierra Madre, he acts as an anchor, reminding her she's not here (or shouldn't be here) for the gold. She's here to cooperate until she can get the hell out of here, and take Dog with her. He deserves better than what the Sierra Madre has handed him.

(no spoilers bc I'm writing a whole fic about Daisy's time in the Madre, but . . . . things don't end up going well for her and Dog; something she ends up regretting so much, and so deeply, she attempts to drink the cloud kiss (poison), which (fortunately) doesn't end up killing her.)

Daisy and Christine:

These two end up trusting one another more than anyone trusts anyone else, due to several factors, most having to do with their inexplicable shared experiences (having gone to the Big Empty and gotten their brains messed with, being the only two human women, both knowing and being very close with Veronica[!!][although it is a purely platonic, sisterly relationship with Daisy; we all know that was very much not the case with Christine and Veronica <3]). They both adapt to the other very quickly, and get really good at watching each others' backs while they do their things in the Villa. They have a pretty significant barrier between them, though, with Christine not being able to speak, and Daisy . . . really not being able to understand her, for the most part (low perception and very low intelligence), but those walls fall down once they reach the casino and Christine is able to speak and explain things in a way Daisy understands.

very important note as well, Daisy understands immediately that Christine wouldn't want to go in the elevator at her switching station to do all her work manually (tiny cramped room, noises like an Auto-Doc, no. way.). Forcing Christine into the elevator was never even an option; Daisy has claustrophobia, she doesn't want to be stuck in any tiny-ass room with barely any leg room. Christine appreciates this. :)

i love talking about characters and dead money this is so fabulous, thank you for your ask <33333

[sydneyofalltrades]

okay bc @toooliix can’t let me have peace, y’all get the complete comprehensive dream roles list

(yes this was an old draft FUCK OFF)

trust me this is very long so if you don’t wanna see it just skip it 😭

1. jane doe/penny lamb from ride the cyclone

reasons why i want to play this character:

she’s ghostly and silly and deep

her song is fucking AMAZING

i wanna be a scary baby girliepop doll head

could i play her?: i can sing tbojd effortlessly and i’m a pretty decent actor. i may be poc but what’s that to a doll’s head

what’s stopping me?: i’m a teenager with absolutely no community theater doing this show

2. ricky potts from ride the cyclone

reasons why i want to play this character:

HE IS LITERALLY GENDER?? LOOK AT HIM

singing space age bachelor man every night would definitely heal some gender dysphoria i have

he’s a scrunkly goober who wears a super sparkly costume

i am genuinely an irl ricky (without the disability)

could i play him?: i can sing space age bachelor man and i’m masculine enough?

what’s stopping me?: afab and not physically disabled (i’m neurodivergent but no physical disability and i would never want to mischaracterize him)

3. noel gruber from ride the cyclone:

reasons why i want to play this character:

he is. my favorite.

he and i are lost souls

gender?? like hello??

could i play him?: i can sing his song and act his part. but i have very little confidence in my gender fluidity

what’s stopping me?: lack of confidence. and also afab

4. veronica sawyer from heathers the musical:

reasons why i want to play this character:

my dream role since i first got into musicals

she makes me feel confident in my own horrible love life and bad decisions

she’s a badass. point blank

could i play her?: DEFINITELY! gimme a day to learn the script and two hours for choreo and i will be ronnie sawyer

what’s stopping me?: lack of practice, money, and genuine resources

5. jason dean from heathers the musical

OKAY HEAR ME OUT

reasons why i want to play this character:

gay gay homosexual gay

genderbent jd means toxic yuri which is always appreciated

a sapphic meant to be yours would genuinely break me so why not be the one to do it?

could i play him?: even with being genderbent, i think i could give it a shot! his insane spiral might be challenging to play out but i love challenges!

what’s stopping me?: afab, lack of genderblind productions, broke as a bitch

6. whizzer brown from falsettos (specifically the 2016 revival)

reasons why i want to play this character:

HIS CONFIDENCE?? makes me skyrocket honestly

andrew rannells. that’s it

honestly would be interested in taking a gender blind take on him

could i play him?: with a binder, proper choreo, and a decent haircut sure! i surprisingly fit in the range and he’s been a dream role forever! i would do the show in the original script because his story is best told the way he is

what’s stopping me?: afab. also not jewish and couldn’t think of mischaracterizing

7. super swing from six the musical

reasons why i want to play this character:

any role in six has been a dream since i was 13! so why not dream bigger and want to cover ALL SIX!

since every queen is so diverse, i wanna have the chance to express myself in them all because honestly that would be phenomenal

in case i must reassure you, i actually can sing. and six the musical is my favorite to sing on occasion so i’m prepared

could i play this role?: in a couple years with a little experience under my belt maybe! super swings are becoming less and less of a need in theater so i’m not sure but one can hope

what’s stopping me?: too young, no super swings in the US

8. christine canigula from be more chill

reasons why i want to play this character:

christine is just like me! a neurodivergent theater lover!

she’s a ball of energy and a ray of sunshine, who wouldn’t want to play her?

i actually see myself in christine, and she’s an independent and kind and funny character i’d like to reshape

could i play her?: um? YES! no script needed, i can just jump right into it without delay, it would be fun and i have her memorized to a t

what’s stopping me?: no experience or opportunities

9. the s.q.u.i.p. from be more chill

another hear me out, y’all

reasons why i want to play this character:

gender. that’s it. it’s so gender

the pitiful children has been my favorite song from bmc the moment i first listened to it, if i could perform it once, it would be a dream

i’m an oldest sibling, i can boss people around without remorse

could i play it?: ALSO YES? lemme learn the five sentences of japanese and i will jump right in without fail. i actually have several of my own thoughts about performing as the s.q.u.i.p.

what’s stopping me?: afab (it looks like keanu reeves and i.. don’t), no experience, probably would be too excited

10. eurydice from hadestown

reasons why i want to play this character:

she’s my comfort character and her songs are so solemn and beautiful

always a pleasure being a leading lady, and having a mainly poc take on a character is always amazing

eurydice is such a complex character and i’d love to portray that

could i play her?: i’m really confident in my abilities! i sang a cover of flowers you can check out here, and it’s always fun getting to sing her lines in my room.

what’s stopping me?: well. money. and lack of experience

and that’s pretty much all of them! so there you have it!

[ironfey-42]

You Broke into My House Drunk AF, But My Cats Like You. Date Me, Please.

@ironstrangehaven

IronStrange Week 2022 Day 4

Prompt: Meet Ugly AU

Modern AU

No Powers AU

Tony is CEO of Stark Tech and Records

When he was younger, he had an excellent idea to start a tech company and a music label.

The company is doing well

Like making money 

Also, in this AU, let’s make the music labels different from the music labels in real life.

This means the artists get to keep the money, including the other people that work to help the artist succeed.

The company pays the amount needed to make the albums and stuff

Tony lives alone and has three cats

Friday

Butterfingers 

Jarvis

Tony’s cats are picky about who they choose to be nice to

The cats are adorable and cuddly with Tony’s friends and family

When it comes to Tony’s potential partners, they get hissy

Tony always ends it with his partners the day after meeting his cats

His cats are good at knowing who will treat Tony right or wrong

He trusts them a lot because the last time he ignored his cats, he got stuck in a horrible relationship

Anyways he’s in his office late into the night working and doesn’t get back till the following day 

During the time that Tony is at the office, Stephen finally has fun because he’s been busy with work

He’s a professor for the pre-med program, and he likes making sure his student understand what they’re learning and he wants them to succeed 

He’s been very stressed for the past couple of weeks

Christine, Wong, and Agatha help him let loose because, yeah, stress is terrible for you

Christine, Wong, and Agatha are in different departments or departments adjacent 

Anyways Stephen gets incredibly drunk and decides to walk to Agatha and Tao’s place while Wong drives Christine and Agatha to continue just to relax and recover from their inebriated state

Wong pulled the short stick of being the designated driver before all of the drinkings happened

Usually, Stephen is the DD, but Stephen needed just to have fun and not focus on work

Stephen thinking that Tony’s home is Agatha’s, just breaks into Tony’s house

Agatha and Tao live in the same neighborhood as Tony

Stephen is confused when Agatha, Christine, Wong, and Tao aren’t there, but he supposes he got there early

(JUST PRETEND THAT THE BAR IS VERY CLOSE TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD, OKAY)

Stephen meets Tony’s cats, and the cats know that despite Stephen being drunk that’s he’s a good person

Stephen melts at the sight of the cats. 

He plays with them and ends up sleeping on the couch, cuddling them

When Tony gets home, he’s a bit confused to find the door to his house open

He’s cautious when he walks in, but then he gets even more complicated when his cats aren’t there to greet him 

He hears a cat purring; it is loud like an engine

It was Butterfingers who was purring. She always sounded like an engine running.

He walks into the living room to find Stephen asleep and the cats cuddled against a body part.

He also finds a few bottles of his cheap wine from the fridge on the table and an empty wine glass.

Confused, he just gets into his comfy clothes and gets breakfast ready for him and his surprise guest.

Stephen wakes up to the sound of food cooking and the light from the window.

He then gets up, walks to where the food is and finds a stranger in his friend’s house.

Tony turns around and is like:

“Uh, hi, you broke into my home last night, and I would have kicked you out, but seeing the wine bottles and the videos from last night, you were already drunk, and my cats have been very cuddly with you, and so do you wanna go out with me?”

Stephen, still drunk, is like:

“You’re not Agatha or Tao.

Tony does the whole explanation about Agather and Tao being his neighbors, and he once again asks, “Wanna go out with me?

Stephen: “When I’m not drunk anymore, yes.”

[mysticstarlightduck]

Relationship Playlist Tag!

Essentially a OC Song Ship Tag <3

Rules: Choose some songs that you feel fits your OCs romantic relationship and explain how it fits them, or put a quote from said WIP underneath it.

Let's go with Dylan & Christine from What Lurks In The Hollow and Beck & Matteo from Crash Stardom! for this one!

Dylan & Christine

City Grown Willow - Radio Company (Jensen Ackles)

She wants to know the names of the games he plays He wants the names of the players in the game to change He's young in years but wise in wonderful ways Her faith in love is better on sunny days

City grown willow, unchain your pillow Let the man from the mountains run away with your heart Let the man from the mountains run away with your heart

He stokes the flames 'cause he is amused by the glow She'd rather feel all of its warmth than watch the show Holding the answer, he dances for the one he knows His faith in love will last through wind, rain and snow

[...]

All they want is forever, and All they need is for Their time together To be free

I think this song fits them so much!!! Except that, in their case, it would be the opposite, lol. Like instead of "city grown willow, unchain your pillow, let the MAN from the mountains run away with your heart"it would be "city grown willow, unchain your pillow, let the GIRL from the mountains run away with your heart" BECAUSE: Dylan would be the 'city grown willow' - as he is a guy from the big city and who hates living in a small town now - who needs to learn how to have fun and trust other people, while Christine is the wild 'girl from the mountains' who shows him how to enjoy life without worrying about other's opinions.

Stronger Than a Storm - Twisters OST

So hear me out 'cause I know I know the wind's something fierce but I'll be something you can hold Now do you, do you feel the same? 'Cause I wanna

I wanna know if your heart is racing too Mine's a mile a minute and I'm loving every tune You give me something that I've never had before Wilder than the wind and stronger than a storm

Well then, it's nothing in my life like I've ever known before Like a thread left alone or a splinter in the door The more I ignore, the more I swear it grows It's nothing in my life like I've ever known before

Hear me out 'cause I know I know the wind's something fierce but I'll be something you can hold Now do you, do you feel the same? 'Cause I wanna. I wanna know if your heart is racing too Mine's a mile a minute and I'm loving every tune

You give me something that I've never had before Wilder than the wind and stronger than a storm Stronger than a storm

THIS SONG FITS THEM SO MUCH YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA AAAAAAAA. First of all, "I know the wind's something fierce but I'll be something you can hold, now do you, do you feel the same?" this line fits Dylan's natural steadfast loyalty to those he loves, as well as his almost tentative uncertainty when it comes to romance, while this line "you give me something that I've never had before, wilder than the wind and stronger than a storm" fits how Christine is brings that warm spark of fun chaos into his life and helps him enjoy the small moments by practically turning every day into an adventure, which really contrasts with his usually serious, stern personality in a really good way.

Kindly Calm Me Down - Meghan Trainor

So cold, alone Could you be my blanket? Surround my bones When my heart feels naked No strength, too weak I could use some saving And your love's so strong

Like a pill I take it, I take it, I take it

[...]

When my world gets loud, could you make it quiet down? When my head, it pounds, could you turn down all the sound? If I lay in pain, by my side would you stay? If I need you now, would you kindly calm me down? Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, would you kindly calm me down? Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, would you kindly calm me down?

When my heart's not pure Would you kill my disease? And when there's no cure You are just what I need When I lose my mind Would you still remind me? When I'm feeling lost Would you come and find me?

Christine, for all her kooky 'life is fun, let's live it!' personality had always been pretty much alone - and she didn't mind it, but a part of her always yearned for someone who would understand her without thinking she's a weirdo. Meanwhile, Dylan is someone who had to toughen up too soon and who learned that vulnerability is often seen as weakness, so he feared letting anyone close enough to help him. This song fits how as their relationship develops, they can be 'that person' to one another - Dylan is someone who understands her without judgement, and she's someone whom he can open up to without holding it against him.

Beck & Matteo

Shame! Shame! Shame! - Reinaeiry

There's a reason why no one has stayed Oh, I've read every self-help book on the shelf

Can barely afford to breathe And I don't mean to get defensive But therapy's just so fucking expensive Where does it end And where do I begin?

Is there something to blame? At the end of the day The end result's the same Oh, Shame! Shame! Shame! Keep it to yourself

Don't sully the family name Oh, Shame! Shame! Shame! Shame! Shame! Oh, Shame! Shame! Shame! Shame! Shame! What do I do?

[...]

Who chooses this? Who wants this? Who can deal with it?

This fits BOTH of them so well! On one hand, it fits how Matteo is expected to shun Beck like everyone else from their clan did just because Beck adopted a half human (Aspen) as his sister and is thus considered 'tainted' by the Aimari community. Not only that, but Matteo is the son of vampiric fey nobles, and Beck has no title, and now he's considered as less than a nobody by their peers. So the "keep it to yourself, don't sully the family name" fits how Matteo is expected to uphold the Villaryth family legacy and marry the person they chose, not Beck. His refusal to do so (refusal to comply to an arranged marriage) and choice to stay loyal to Beck has been the reason for multiple turf wars in the Aimari lands but he does not mind as long as they're together. It's also the reason he was disowned by his parents, though he still has some loyalists and followers that support him. The "shame! shame! shame!" part also fit how Beck himself has an extremely low self esteem (and strong feelings of self shaming) and tends to be confused as to why someone as powerful as Matteo would love him so dearly instead of treating him like trash.

Young And Beautiful - Lana Del Rey

Hot summer nights, mid-July When you and I were forever wild The crazy days, city lights The way you'd play with me like a child

Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?

[...]

Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?

I've seen the world, lit it up as my stage now Channeling angels in the new age now Hot summer days, rock and roll The way you'd play for me at your show And all the ways I got to know Your pretty face and electric soul

Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?

Okay so, brace yourselves: this song fits Beck's view of their relationship only BECAUSE, lemme explain one thing: in Aimari society, the males are expected to be beautiful and delicate, while the females are the warriors. Beck spent his entire life being treated like trash or less than a worm for refusing to abandon his half-human Fatebound (his adoptive sister, Aspen), but one thing he did have despite everything the world threw against him? He is one of the most beautiful vampiric feys alive. And that's a fact even the nobles have begrudgingly accepted. HOWEVER, after he and Aspen were kidnapped by the Secret Society, and Beck was tortured extensively with silver, he worried that, when he escaped, Matteo would find him too 'scarred' or 'disgusting', and that he would shun him like everyone else always had. Because Beck's self esteem was so low he believed the only reason someone as powerful as Matteo could love him was his looks. Once he's free again, Beck is pleasantly surprised to discover that Matteo will always love him no matter what happened, and that he loved him for who he was and not just for how he looked.

Please, Please, Please - Morgan Clae version

Please please please don't prove I'm right Please please please Don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice Heartbreak is one thing My egos another I beg you don't embarass me Mother fucker ahhh Please please please

Well I have a fun idea babe Maybe just stay inside I know you're craving some fresh air But the ceiling fan is so nice And we could live so happily If no one knows that you're with me I'm just kidding But really Kinda Really

This song fits how Beck doesn't want his worst fears to be 'proven right', as in he dreads to one day find out that Matteo's love is superficial, while it also fits how Matteo is torn between keeping their relationship a secret and being very open about it at the beginning before he truly parted ways with his family's expectations in order to be with Beck.

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[paperandsong]

I was reading your post about Christine's Swedish origins and it was ok until you mentioned Erik. Tell me WHAT is the reason to mention Erik and demonize him in a discussion that had NOTHING to do with him? Like for real? "Uwu he made Christine vulnerable, evil monster" seriously 🙄

Hi enon, I think we've had a version of this conversation before and we just have very different interpretations of Erik. And that's ok, I'm not trying to convince you otherwise.

But since you're asking about the post and because I recently reblogged that post in response to our fandom's resident racist TERF making even more racist comments, I'll explain the context.

I believe this is the text you object to:

Strange and sad, Christine is an outsider at the Garnier which both gives her something in common with Erik and makes her vulnerable to his manipulation. A poor foreign orphan who believes in fairy tales with only a senile old woman for protection, she is really the only one at the Opera who was vulnerable and trusting enough to allow Erik an opening into her life. But this is a not a result of her being from Sweden specifically.

I don't call him a monster. But I see Erik as very manipulative and Christine as vulnerable to his manipulation for all the reason stated in my post. Erik lies about being the Angel of Music and Christine is so upset to find out he is just a man that she weeps.

The point of mentioning Christine's vulnerability to Erik is to discuss how much her nationality really does not matter to the story. The Angel of Music is not actually a Swedish legend - Leroux just made it up. And he could have made Christine be from anywhere, just as long as she was from somewhere else, to increase our sense of her vulnerability. Neither her nationality nor her race are important drivers of the plot or characterization of Christine.

I still love Erik x Christine and want to read stories about them together. But I don't deny that he does bad things. That's why he's interesting.

I do wish the two or three racist fans still clinging to the edges of the fandom would either go away or actually reflect on why they are so obsessed with having only white actresses play Christine on the stage.

[multiversemusings]

Be Yourself

Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Mentions of childhood trauma. Surpressed emotions. Mentions of mental manipulation. Language. Pairing: Stephen Strange x MReader Summary: You always have a mask on when you are out at gatherings, and you have always hated it. But the person you are was never accepted by anyone in your family and you were taught that you had to be a specific way in public. You've perfected the art of keeping your true self under wraps: Or so you thought. When a handsome stranger shows up to your friend's wedding, you start to think that someone may finally see who you are, not what you've presented. Song Inspiration: Waves That Roll You Under by Young Summer Part 1/5

A/N: Christine and Stephen were never together at any given point; she was his most trusted friend since childhood and colleague. He got the job for her after becoming a surgeon. He had a lover and so did reader, but who they were won't come to light in this part.

All writings belong to @multiversemusings. Do not steal, repost as your own or take credit for my work. If you have a request, please put it in my inbox!

Well, this is just fantastic, he thought to himself. I'm supposed to be here to support my friend on their big day and I've somehow gotten dragged into a conversation about stocks again.

He'd been invited to Christine's wedding after working with her for the last five years in the ER and introducing her to Charlie from accounting since they'd been friends since high school. They had been honored by the invitation, thrilled to be the best man for their childhood friend and remain a part of his life as he started the next chapter in his own. He knew Christine would be good for Charlie after they had discussed fundamentals of relationships a little the year prior to meeting the lovely ER nurse. So, when they had asked him to be a part of their big day, of course there was no way he was going to say no. Even still, life had a way of reminding him exactly what he was. As the reception party started, a couple of their partners had approached him and began to start talking about the funds going in and out of the hospital and what the board was going to be doing with it. When he was growing up, his father had told him that if he couldn't handle business, he would never amount to anything in the material world and would be a disgrace to their lineage. So, when numbers came into the conversation, he was quick to fall into calculations and suggestions about what the best way to distribute the funds. He also made suggestions of how to make sure things remained fair enough that people and staff could get equal care and benefits. His mother told him that the award-winning smile he had was one of the things that would benefit the business world, just like his father, so he had always made sure to smile when he knew the situation dictated it even if he didn't want to. For all pretense and purposes, he was the perfect business gentleman who knew how to work the crowd and reassure everyone around him that he knew exactly what was going on and he was always in the know. What he actually was, would be tired. He had been at this conversation for a little over an hour but wouldn't excuse himself for any reason unless it was urgent. Which given the situation of the day, it wasn't likely that he would be getting out of it any time soon. His fingers itched to tap the neck of his champagne flute anxiously, his foot begged to be tapped in agitation because he knew that there were things that he could be doing for the couple to make sure their day was the best it could be. Yet he stood there, patiently and calmly, ignoring his body's wants in favor of keeping the conversation flowing easily.

"Hopefully Braxton sees things the way you do, Stormy," the woman said in a worried manner. This woman was one of the few people you trusted with your personal nickname that had been given to you years ago by someone you loved and lost. "I just want to know that we're giving the employees and the best we can offer while still being able to pacify the insurance companies."

"I assure you; we're doing all we can," he told her, his smile still present. Just as he was about to speak again, he became very aware that there was a strange sensation on the back of his neck that prickled like electricity. It reminded him of the way that he would feel when he encountered a spirit in the hallways of the hospital. His sixth sense suddenly became very alert of the fact that he was being watched from somewhere. Still, he didn't acknowledge it in favor of continuing his thoughts. "The prices on the bonds will be going up within the next couple of months as the flu season starts coming into play and we'll see a huge pay off. The employees will be able to get a raise from the influx we get from our partners, and we can still offer care to patients even if they don't have insurance. In an ideal world, the government would drop rates as well, but we both know that's not likely to happen."

"Indeed not," the woman replied. She took a sip of her wine before a man off to the side of the room called her name, so she lowered her glass and smiled at him. "Thank you for your insight, dear. Enjoy the rest of your evening."

"Thank you, Mrs. Grey." He kept his smile as he watched her walk away before turning to head for the bar as he finally allowed his face to relax, and he exhaled. He set his glass down and the bartender walked over to him. When he went to refill it with champagne, a deep voice as smooth as black silk spoke to his left.

"Make it a Artemis Cabernet Sauvignon, bar keep," the man said with a smile as he stepped up next to him, setting his own glass down. "And a refill for myself, please. Thank you."

He stared impressed at the man's taste in wine before looking at him and was immediately struck by the icy blue of his eyes and the warmth in his smile. There was something familiar about that smile, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was, exactly. His sixth sense, however, did inform him that this was the person who had been watching him from across the room earlier. When his glass was set down and the flute moved as well as the man's martini being refilled, he smiled at him.

"You have great taste, sir," he replied with a smile.

"My treat, for you keeping up with Harriet for so long," he replied, implying by the first name that he knew the woman. "She lost my interest back when she started talking about Bill Lauren taking over the third seat on the board. The fact that not only did you keep your smile, but you kept the conversation flowing without conflict or difference of opinion was worthy of a Nobel Peace prize."

"You seem to know a lot of people associated with my work," he replied as he eyed the man with genuine curiosity and interest. This was the first time tonight that he was actually enjoying himself and engaging in conversation because he wanted to, not because he felt like it was what he was supposed to do. "And you seem oddly familiar. Have we met before at Mercy General?"

"I don't believe we have met officially, no, but I used to work there," he offered with a smile warm like a summer sun. He offered his hand to him as his blue eyes kept a lock on the other's. "Doctor Stephen Strange."

His eyes widened and he smiled brightly as he breathed out a laugh and he took his hand, giving it a slightly firm shake. "You're Stephen Strange?" he asked as they lowered their hands and reached for their glasses in sync. "I knew your eyes looked familiar, but you're a lot different from the picture of you they have hanging on the wall."

"Ew, they still have that old thing hanging up there? God, I hated that picture," he mumbled as he picked up his glass finally. "They got my bad side. It's not fair that you know my name and I don't know yours. How about we fix that?"

He couldn't help but laugh at the man's words and the sour look on his face, but his laughter seemed to make it go away and he smiled once more, which he thought that he liked to see a lot more. He raised his glass to the man.

"You can call me Y/N and it's a pleasure to meet Christine's childhood friend finally, after hearing so many stories. As for the picture, I'll try to get them to take it down for you," he said with a smile. "Or at least put a better one up. To good taste and better pictures."

Stephen huffed an amused noise and tapped his glass gently to the other man's, both of them taking a sip after they had but their eyes stayed on the other's. It wasn't hard for him to see that the charismatic, ex-surgeon had something on his mind as they stood there together. When they lowered their glasses, Stephen wrinkled up his nose and grunted as if the martini had smelt like something foul and he couldn't help but smile in amusement as he did.

"I do have one question for you," he said thoughtfully and when he hummed in question, acknowledging his words, the blue-eyed man looked at him with a serious expression. "Why do you hide who you truly are?"

[mazm-imagines]

MazM week entry for Day 1 (Fear) ! I'm doing this by the seat of my pantsss so i hope its not shitty... 1014 words under the cut!

Where is it?! Where is it?! What have you done Raoul-! Christine bemoaned as her eyes scanned the road. She could only curse her short-sightedness before going on her knees to inspect the floor further. Her pristine white dress was dirtied grey and surely she was at risk of being trampled by a cab. But she feared the fate that awaited her if she failed to procure the ring far more than death by hoofsteps.

Her hands as well would soon be soiled as she felt around for the small jewel. In her frustration, tears pricked the corners of her eyes and threatened to spill forth.

Surely it must be somewhere here! Surely… Surely. 

The ring wasn’t on the sidewalk, nor the stairs, nor besides the coaches.

Then where?! She knew Raoul had great strength but he surely hadn’t thrown it across Paris no matter how much he would want to.

If she couldn’t find this one tiny relic, then everything she knew as her life would vanish overnight. Her love, her life, everything she had worked for.

The Opera House would go first. Erik forbade its future with the chandelier. He would find some other way to punish Christine if not that. It was incredibly easy to tamper with the gas lamps after all.

And then Raoul would be killed in front of her eyes. Erik was practically dying to do so, only letting him live due to her desperate pleading.

Melek next, only to make sure Christine would have no more hope in her heart.

And finally her own. If he couldn’t have her then no one else would.

Every single one of their fates would be fixed like the stars. 

Unmoveable. Unchangeable.

A torrent of blood would stain where the Opera House stands, and it would all be on her hands.

The futility of it all, the fear that squeezed her heart was no longer in her hands. With a sharp sob the tears that dammed in her waterline finally burst through.

Hopeless. It was all hopeless.

Why had all the men in her life struck her with such fear? Her father’s drunken shouts, Raoul’s maddened passion, and Erik’s possessive grasp. Raoul was the one she never thought she could fear. She was certain he could never hurt her, but what she feared most of all was what he would do in the name of their love.

And that fear was recognized in one sickening motion. His insistent coaxing for the ring, only to betray her trust and throw it over knowing her life was in danger. How could he?! How could he…

He claimed the only ring she would ever need was the one he would put on her finger, and now she would pay for his entitlement.

His sadistic smile as he threatened to shoot Erik dead was exactly the one Erik showed when he threatened to hang Raoul. The mere thought of it raised the hair on her neck.

She buried her face in her ashen palms as she cried louder. There was no point anymore was there? Either she became Erik’s bride or Raoul’s in death. Independence was nowhere in sight. Was that all she was worth? A woman to wed rather than a human to be loved.

“Christine- Oh Christine! What happened?!” The sweet voice leaked into her ears before a pair of hands settled themselves on her shoulders.

Sorelli… Sorelli!

“Sorelli-” Christine quickly wiped her tears away to the best of her ability, but she was sure her eyes were puffy. Sorelli’s look of concern said it all.

“What’s wrong Christine?! I thought you were with Raoul- Wait a minute… Did he do this?! Did he break your heart?! If he did- I’ll be sure to have a good talk with him! With any man that hurts you!” Technically he had, but Christine furiously shook her head. The ring was her first priority.

“No- No… I- Sorelli…” She attempted to get out her words as fast as she could, only to summon a rough hiccup instead. How embarrassing…

“Shh… Calm down Christine… I’m here for you. Cry as much as you need.” Her slender arms wrapped around Christine before tightening in an embrace.

An embrace Christine was all too happy to indulge in. 

That must have been the first affection she had received that day completely devoid of any possessive intent. All she could feel was pure compassion.

Maybe there was still hope yet if Sorelli could aid her-!

“Do you feel better now?” She asked with a calm hush.

“...Yes.”

“I’m delighted to hear it.” And Christine could hear Sorelli’s smile even if she couldn’t see it. “Do you want to share with me what troubles you now?”

“Sorelli… do you remember the ring I was wearing this month?” Sorelli let go of her to procure a small handkerchief from her pocket. With utmost gentleness she dabbed away at Christine's eyes before wiping off the rest of the grime. Under her breath Christine let out a small ‘thank you’ before letting her respond.

“Oh-! The present?” Sorelli remembered fawning over the modest ring when her eye first caught it. Christine seemed a little uncomfortable discussing the matter for whatever reason she didn’t bother to question. 

“Yes… I’ve lost it. It fell off the roof and now I can’t find it-! It is a… dear present to me. Please Sorelli, please help me!”

“You need not even ask Christine. I’ll get Jammes and her cats and the rest of the dancers on it!”

“Oh thank you! Thank you so much Sorelli… I am indebted to you.” Christine let out a small smile. How thankful she was to have such kind friends. 

None of the fear in her mind had left, but the hopelessness in Christine’s heart finally subsided, making way for determination.

Sorelli, Meg, Jammes, Raoul, Mama…

I won’t let you all down anymore. 

Somehow she would find a way to escape. To escape and be happy and somehow satisfy Erik all at once.

All it was now was a matter of the missing ring…

[f444keitflowers]

Jackie/Shauna playlist

gifs with corresponding lyrics

Christine — Lucy Dacus

“ I see you look at him, and wonder if he’ll make you a mother. But if you’d get married i’d object. Throw my shoe at the alter, and lose your respect. I’d rather lose my dignity, than lose you to somebody who wont make you happy.”

-

Break — Alex G

“ I think im feeling it now, just like you did. Taking hits for you, cause i wanna feel like im supposed to. I could disappear, if this is what makes me feel so real”

-

Cardigan - Taylor Swift

“ But I knew you’d linger like a tattoo kiss, knew you’d haunt all of my what-ifs.The smell of smoke would hang around this long. Because I knew evwrything when I was young. I knew i’d curse you for the longest time. Chasing shadows in the grocery line. I knew you’d miss me once the thrill expired.”

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Cartwheel — Lucy Dacus

“ When you told me 'bout your first time. A soccer player at the senior high. I felt my body crumple to the floor. Betrayal like I'd never felt before.”

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The Blonde — Tv Girl

“ Cause anyone who ever had a brain, wouldnt stand out in the rain, or keep it up for very long, just to prove somebody wrong. And anyone who ever had a heart, or sang a lonesome song, would sell their little souls, just to make it with the blonde.

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We’re in love — Boygenius

“ You could absolutely break my heart. Thats how I know that we’re in love. I dont need the symbol of a scar. So put down the knife, we’re not swapping blood.”

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The Alcott — The National ft. Taylor Swift

“ It's the first thing you do (give me some tips to forget you).

You tell me your problems (have I become one of your problems?)

And I tell you the truth (could it be easy this once?).”

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The Great War — Taylor Swift

“ You said I have to trust more freely. But diesel is desire, you were playing with fire. And maybe it's the past that's talking, Screaming from the crypt. Telling me to punish you for things you never did, So justified it.”

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Last Kiss - Taylor Swift

“ So l'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep. And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe

And I'll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are. Hope it's nice where you are.”