#anyway i’m finally watching whiplash and you know what… i get it now

[brokenhe4ds]

i’ve watched 6 films in the past like 28 hours, i’ve watched more films this month alone than i did all summer, am i… am i becoming a film bro???

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Not A Verstappen: Sibling Rivalry {2}

Pairing: F1 drivers (platonic) x fem!reader Summary: Alcohol leads to some bad decisions and a big fight threatens to tear the family apart. Warnings: 18+ only, lots of bad language, protective big brother, alcohol, daddy issues, angst WC: 2.9k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three

Round Twelve - Belgium 2022 A sponged microphone was shoved in your face and you barely stopped yourself from smacking it away out of reflex, but you did startle back a bit before recovering.

“You look a little wound up, Spitfire,” Lando commented with a laugh. “Ready to call a truce.”

“You wish, Norris. You may have won the battle but I’m going to win the war.”

The microphone picked up the exchange and the reporter cast a glance between the two of you. “Is this battling on the track?”

“With his tractor? No way,” you laughed, nudging Lando with your elbow and a smile to ease the blow. “Someone thought it would be funny to wake me up with a fire extinguisher, which I am totally blaming on Charles because I know you couldn’t come up with that on your own.”

“Hey!” Lando whined with a pout. “I…can’t come up with a lie right now.”

“That’s what I thought. Charles, watch your back and you both better sleep with one eye open.” You turned your attention back to the reporter and signalled with your hand for them to do their thing while you dutifully did yours for yet another Media Day.

“We know you and Max have a, some would say, unhealthy amount of competitiveness on the track but outside of that you are very protective of each other…so, how has he reacted to finding out you’re on the dating app Raya?”

You winced at the question and saw the guys get whiplash with how fast their heads turned your way. All along the line the question echoed. Lando, Pierre, Charles, Daniel and finally Max, ten beady eyes staring at you with a mixed array of emotions.

“What? You all get to date, why can’t I?” you asked defensively as you crossed your arms. “Gotta find something to do for summer break.”

“Hiking in the Alps,” Charles offered.

“Or sunbathing in the Maldives,” Pierre suggested.

“Please never refer to dating someone as ‘something to do’,” Max huffed. “Or better yet, never mention dating at all. Adopt some cats.”

You looked at Lando and quirked an eyebrow. “Do you have anything to add? Since everyone else seems to think they actually have a say in what I do.”

His eyes darted around the guys who were expecting him to pitch in but all he had was a squeaky and unsure, “No?” 

“And that’s why you’re my favourite.”

“Why do you want to date anyway?” Daniel asked, and you swore there was more than just curiosity in his tone.

“You guys have girlfriends, and I want one too.”

“A girlfriend?” he asked with far too much enthusiasm.

“Maybe,” you replied with a wink. “I’m not ruling out 50% of the dating pool.”

“So how have you been finding the app,” the reporter asked, “any connections made?”

You huffed and shook your head, a few sighs of relief sounding down the line but you didn’t see who they came from. One was definitely Max.

“I’m an athlete. I train and I sweat so the last thing I want to do when I get home is do the laundry or cook a healthy meal. But my experience so far is that men think it’s the woman’s job to do that, so I need a guy that’s up for sharing responsibility. Is that too much to ask?”

“I’d cook for you!” A man called from the crowd and you sat up straighter trying to see where it came from. 

“What about laundry?” you fired back.

“Security,” Max called with a finger pointed to the good looking man who put his thumbs up in the air. 

“Ignore him. What’s your name?” you asked as you pulled out your phone. It only took ten seconds to find Martin’s social media accounts and you rolled your eyes in annoyance. “This is why I have trust issues. I hope your girlfriend sees this and dumps you.”

Three days later You had failed to finish the GP after an embarrassing pitstop left one of your wheels rolling down the lane. The replay footage kept popping up wherever you went, even at the restaurant before the afterparty, and Max had the audacity to laugh. “Nice trike, zusje.”

“Shut up and get me another drink,” you grumbled as you drowned your sorrows.

He soon returned with two gin and tonics and huffed as you took them both. “I’m not carrying you back to the hotel if you pass out,” he warned before going and getting another drink for himself.

“That’s fine, I can always call my new friend, Martin,” you said with a grimace as he took your phone off the table and shoved it in his pocket. “Bonnie Tyler was onto something. Where have all the good men gone?”

“They aren’t at the bottom of your glass,” Max said as you tipped the drink back. “So you can stop looking there.”

“You’re right. I’ll see you later, bro.” 

“Where are you going?” he asked as he watched you push your chair back and head for the door.

“Taking a page out of P’s favourite book,” you said over your shoulder.

Christian sat back in his chair as you left and asked Max, “What’s P’s favourite book?”

“We’re Going on a Bear Hunt.” Max sighed and rubbed his temples, making Christian laugh with a shake of his head. 

“Should I send someone to keep an eye on her?” 

“It’s fine, we have family share so I can see her location-fuck! I have her phone!” Max leapt from the table and rushed out of the restaurant. He looked up and down the busy street but he couldn’t see you anywhere and combed a hand through his hair, wondering what he should do.

He hardly used his social media accounts, leaving it to his PA to monitor that side of things, but this would be the exception. Opening twitter, he put out the message asking that if anyone spots you to send him the location. Almost immediately he got bombarded with replies of concern and his anxiety spiked when he realised he would waste his night with the time it would take to go through and find any messages that were actually helpful.

A familiar face spotted you on the dancefloor of the club you found yourself in and you grinned when he made his way through the crowd to you. 

“Dance with me, Lando,” you shouted over the music.

“Your brother’s looking for you,” he replied, leaning closer so you could hear him. 

“Please don’t tell him where I am.” You could already feel your mood deflating and he bit his lip as he was torn between loyalties. 

“Okay, I won’t,” Lando promised, earning a bright smile that made him feel better. “But I’ll let him know you’re with me so he can stop freaking out.”

You didn’t bother to correct him, because Max would never stop worrying. He took his role as older brother too seriously, something you often found stifling since you had grown up without it and still struggled to accept it.

“I’m getting a drink, do you want one?” you asked as while he was busy on his phone, messaging Max.

“Uh, yeah, rum and coke, please.”

You slipped away to the bar, stumbling more than you would like to admit, and leaned against the bar top as you waited for some service. You hadn’t been there for more than a minute when an arm draped over your shoulders and you spotted the Forza Ferrari bracelet on the wrist.

“You have got twitter going crazy, chérie,” Charles said with a chuckle. “There’s quite a few people out hunting for you.”

“And I found her first,” Lando said as he brushed the arm off your shoulder and stood at your other side.

“Well,” you chuffed as you draped your arms over their shoulders and pulled them closer, “I’m on a hunt of my own and I could do with some help. A girl has needs and you two are going to be my wingmen.”

They both looked at each other and you could see the mental conversation they were having, each long passing second leading you to pull back. “No, don’t call Max. Lando, you promised.”

“We can’t just let you go off with some random,” Charles said as he caught your hand before you could escape the bar, “what if they are a serial killer?”

You tugged your hand back angrily and struggled to keep your balance when you were suddenly freed. “If I were a guy we wouldn’t be having this argument. Why can’t I have fun too?”

“We just want to keep you safe.”

“Safe?” you laughed bitterly and held your hand out. “Fine, give me a condom, I know you carry them around in your wallet.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” Lando argued as he pushed your hand away. “You’re not sleeping with a stranger.”

“Is that you offering then?” You looked between Charles and Lando, watching their necks turn pink as you crossed your arms. “That's what I thought. I’m going to another bar, this one’s full of assholes. Hasta luego, pendejos.”

“Great, she’s been hanging out with Carlos,” Charles grumbled as you walked away.

“He’s better company than you two,” you shouted over your shoulder before you hit the exit. 

Cold air rushed into your lungs and you realised two things. One; you should have worn more clothes, and two; you were sobering up. There was only one way to solve both problems so you marched your way down the street to find another bar.

Your head was pounding and your stomach turned when you woke up to the first day of summer break. The hotel room was elegant and luxurious, but it wasn’t yours and you didn’t know how you had come to get here.

“Coffee?”

“Oh, thank fuck,” you sighed with relief as Lando walked into the bedroom with two cups in his hands. “Where’s my clothes? Did we have sex? Wait, no, you wouldn’t cheat and I’d definitely remember that.”

“They’re in the dryer, and no we didn’t have sex,” he said as he handed you one of the cups. “You were soaked when we found you.”

You frowned as you tried to remember what happened but came up blank. “We?”

“You went for a swim in the fountain of love in the city centre. It was a ‘part of your hunt’, apparently. Charles helped me get you back here before anyone called the police.”

“Oh, great,” you muttered as you pulled the sheets higher. “Hey, you’re doing my laundry. It’s a shame you’re not single. Then again, you can’t cook for shit.”

“Be glad you’re single. The grass isn’t always greener on this side of the fence,” he said with a sigh.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“I’d rather not.” Lando suddenly looked guilty as he took the half drunk coffee back and placed it on the side table. “I should probably warn you, I called Max after you took off from us last night.”

“I was with you and Charles?” Your brows pinched together as you started to recall being angry at them before embarrassment followed. “Shit, I called you assholes.”

“It’s fine, but the only reason we found you again was because of some clips on Instagram.”

You could imagine another lashing from the Red Bull PR, it wasn’t the first time you were involved in drunk misadventures and it was caught on camera. Usually it was some dare or competition involving Max where neither of you wanted to admit defeat and things just got out of control. He’d probably enjoy hearing you get ripped a new one by Christian while he got a pat on the head for being the golden child.

“What did I do this time?” you asked, knowing it was easier to just rip the bandaid off.

“It isn’t what you did,” he said with a wince. “It’s what you said.”

“Well?” you prompted when he shifted awkwardly on his feet.

“You said Charles’ listens to Nickelback.”

Your head fell back with a laugh and the sheet fell down as you let go of the cotton to clutch your nauseous stomach. “Well at least I wasn’t spouting off a bunch of bullshit.”

“And that there were three drivers you would date if you got the chance.”

“Ah, well…” you cleared your throat and scrunched the bedding into your hands, ignoring the way his eyes trailed over your bra that was on display. “That is a lie. There’s only two. It’s just my luck they are both in relationships. Did I really use the word date?”

“You said fuck but the meaning was there.”

You pulled your knees up to your chest and rested your chin on them with a heavy sigh. “I’m a mess. I’m surprised you didn’t try to prank me while you had the chance. Or is there a dick in permanent marker on my face?”

“You wouldn’t have been coherent enough to appreciate it,” Lando teased as he took a seat at the edge of the bed. “I told you this last night and I know you’re lonely, but you're looking for love in all the wrong places. You’re not going to find someone who will treat you right in a shitty nightclub when you’re too drunk to even give consent.”

Tears of embarrassment stung your eyes and you swallowed the lump in your throat before climbing off the bed and wrapping the sheet around you. “Thanks for the concern, but I’m not going to take dating advice from the guy who clearly isn’t happy in his own relationship.”

There would be no way to erase the image of how hurt he was by the words so you turned your back and left the room, grabbing your damp dress from the dryer and pulling it on. Thankfully your shoes were beside the door so you swiped them up as you left, the heels dangling from your fingers as you pushed through the sickening feeling and left the hotel to break into a run.

People stared in the street, some even pulled out their phones when they recognised you but there would be no autographs. You focused on your breathing, focused on the cold slap of your bare feet on the pavement, focused on anything but the look in Lando’s eyes.

“Where the fuck were you!” Max shouted as you reached your room and found him already there, rising from one of the armchairs like the godfather. “I have been worried sick.”

“Jesus, you sound like Jos when you shout. Relax before you have a heart attack and leave me with no competition.”

“You’re more likely to lose your seat the way you’re going, and leave me without any competition.”

“Dream on, I just had a moment.”

Max cocked an eyebrow up and crossed his arms. “Yeah, and what was last weekend and the one before that?”

You sucked your teeth at the reminder and dropped your shoes to the floor. “That wasn’t my fault, I didn’t start the prank war. And I really didn’t think the smoke bomb would set off all of the sprinklers, just the one in Charles’ room. Plus, I paid for the damages and repairs.”

“Throwing money around doesn’t mean you can act like a spoiled brat,” he said as he fell back into the armchair. 

“I am not a spoiled brat,” you growled. “I didn’t grow up with money like you and Vicky. I was the dirty little secret, just a bi-product of Jos' affair, that had to scrounge around for second hand parts just so I could have a working kart. So, fuck you, I’m allowed to enjoy the money I have earned.”

“And what about your mother? Do you think she doesn’t see those videos going viral of you drunk out of your mind, letting some klootzak take body shots off you? Does that make her proud?”

Fire burned deep in your gut as you felt attacked from all sides and the angry words spilled over before you could stop them, “I hate you.” Your feet stomped across the carpet to swipe your phone up from beside your stunned brother before you grabbed your backpack from the race which still had your passport and wallet inside. "I never needed a big brother, so you can stop fucking trying and just leave me alone."

“Where are you going?” he asked as he watched you head to the door. “The plane doesn’t leave until this afternoon.”

“Fuck you and fuck your plane. I’ll find my own way home.”

There was only one person you knew you could always count on, the first teammate you had when you made it into F1, and you were already dialling his number as you walked out of the hotel in tears.

“Pierre,” you sobbed as he answered. “I need you.”

Click here for part three.

[peachhcs]

going to worlds

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

with worlds coming up, tensions get high in the hughes’ household between luke and samy.

2k words

so this is actually more samy x luke more than samy x will but here’s the sibling angst i mentioned a few days ago! i feel like we don’t see a lot of samy’s relationship with her brothers so i wanna try and write that more but i will be writing more about worlds between will and samy as it plays out! :))

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“no, absolutely not,” luke immediately shook his head as he walked out of the kitchen. samy was hot on his tail as she followed him into the living room, watching as he plopped himself onto the couch, remote in hand. 

“why not? it’s not like i’m gonna be bothering you,” the younger hughes argued, hanging herself over the couch so she was right in her brother’s face. 

the boy pushed her away, “but it will be a bother when i have to look after you the entire month there. i’m not doing that shit. i’m not gonna be some babysitter at my own hockey tournament,” luke was being harsh which samy sort of expected, but not this bad.

“i’m 19 years old. you don’t need to look after me,” the girl fired back. 

“that’s not what mom and dad will say. plus, i kind of do because we’re in a fucking foreign country and i’m not that stupid to let you wander around czechia by yourself,” luke shot back even harder. a frustrated groan escaped samy’s lips. this brother was supposed to be easier than her other two. 

“i won’t be by myself. plus, i went to sweden and mom and dad were fine,” samy mumbled sheepishly. 

“what do you think you’re gonna do when we’re at practice almost the whole day? sit in the hotel? that’s gonna get boring real quick,” the curly-brunette shook his head, already very over the conversation and disregarding what his sister said.

“you’re being such a brat. i’m not 12 years old anymore, luke. i can take care of myself, you know. you’re not even 21 yet so right now it’s a one year age difference.” 

“why do you even wanna go? don’t you have your own shit to do instead of follow me to czechia,” the middle hughes rolled his eyes. although, his words hit a nerve. 

samy drew back off the couch, a frown settling onto her lips. sure, her and luke had their fair share of fights and arguments, but for some reason, his words hurt even more than any of those combined. 

“jesus, when did you turn into such an asshole?” now her words hit luke’s nerve this time. the older boy whipped around so hard samy swore he gave himself whiplash. his lips were set in a straight line along with his eyebrows pinched together. 

“who are you calling an asshole right now? you’re the one who needs to grow up right now,” the boy shot back quite harshly. 

“so me going to every single one of your ntdp games, home games at umich mean nothing to you? you just think i’m following you around?” the girl frowned, her hurt showing more than she anticipated as her voice wavered. 

“i- i..that’s not what i meant, sam. i just..it’s gonna be a bother and you just wanna go to make out with your boyfriend anyway,” luke defended himself, but his words didn’t sound any better than before. 

those words hurt samy a lot more than a few minutes ago. luke never called her sam ever. the siblings stared at one another, the silence engulfing them while luke awaited a response. “so that’s what you think? you’ve just forgotten that will’s still my best friend and i’ve been supporting him since we were kids along with you? you just think i wanna go to be some bother to you and have sex with my boyfriend?” samy’s voice finally rose to the point where they both knew she was angry. 

“i mean..am i wrong?” the wrong responses kept falling from the middle hughes’ mouth. 

“yes! you are wrong, luke! haven’t you and will always wanted to play on the same team together since we were kids but never could because you weren’t ever in the same age group? and now that it’s finally happening, i can’t go and support my brother and best friend who are playing for the same team because all you think is that i’m going to have sex with him all the time and be some fucking bother. i only asked you because i knew mom and dad would only let me go if you said yes and i thought you would because you’d want your sister there cheering you on like i have been for your entire life. maybe this whole fame thing really did get to your head,” samy stormed off before luke could even respond. her heavy footsteps carried all the way up the stairs until the boy heard her bedroom door slam shut. 

“woah, someone’s mad..” jack came out from the downstairs bedroom. his hair looked absolutely insane like he’d just woken up despite it being 2 in the afternoon. 

“i don’t know what’s up with her,” luke rolled his eyes, settling back into the couch like nothing happened. 

“she’s got a point, you know. you were kind of being an asshole,” jack shrugged as he wandered into the kitchen. 

“oh come on, not you too. if she goes, i’m just gonna have to look after her!” luke exclaimed, head falling back onto the couch in frustration. 

“she’s not some kid anymore, moosey. she’s 19. you’re not even 21. she can handle herself. she did in sweden,”  jack stuck up for their little sister. 

“that was different because everyone was there already. this isn’t the sam, jack. mom and dad will put me on babysitter duty because they aren’t there,” the younger brother continued his defense. 

“i don’t think it would be babysitting. more like making sure she’s okay. checking in? plus, i doubt she’ll even be in the hotel room that much anyway. she’ll wanna hang with smitty and leno,” jack started making himself a sandwich with the little ingredients in the fridge. apparently, ellen and jim hardly grocery shopped when they didn’t have four kids in one house anymore. 

“yeah and then that will lead to them having sex and then that becomes a whole thing,” luke rambled on. 

“is this really about not wanting samy there or is it about you thinking she’s taking away your moment if she’s there?” the older hughes brother proposed a new idea. he always saw through to his siblings hidden emotions they were trying to conceal. a beat of silence passed between the brothers and jack took the silence as his answer. he stopped making his sandwich for a moment to find a seat on the couch beside his brother. luke’s gaze stuck to the ground. 

“come on, rusty. talk to me,” jack nudged his brother’s knee. 

“it just feels like i never get to hang out with will because samy’s always there. or..he chooses her instead of hanging with us nowadays. being able to play on team usa together has been our dream since we were kids. i love that samy’s happy and so is will..i just..i really hoped this could be a just us thing. i don’t know. sounds selfish, i know,” the younger boy mumbled almost ashamed. 

“it’s not selfish, lukey. i get it. i’m still getting used to their whole dating thing too here and there. it is weird seeing one of your close friends date your sister,” jack sympathized. “i’m sure if you talked to samy she’ll understand. she’s always been your #1 supporter, luke. i know she’s not trying to come with you to wedge her way in between you guys. maybe set some boundaries?” 

“maybe i just feel so disconnected because i went to college and then was hardly ever around. feels like i don’t even know her sometimes anymore or will, you know? he used to be attached to our hips as kids and now..it’s just..not the same,” the curly-haired boy’s voiced faded off. a frown appeared on jack’s lips, rubbing his brother’s arm in a soothing manner. 

“talk to her, lukey. this can be your chance to reconnect with both of them the month you’re there,” the older boy encouraged. 

luke finally took to his words, agreeing as he got up and shuffled upstairs to hopefully reconcile. samy’s room sounded quiet the closer he got, so he gently knocked on the door.

“go away,” he heard lowly.

“please? just wanna talk,” luke mumbled from outside. 

a beat of silence passed until there was a small click and his sister’s gaze appeared through the crack, “about what?” 

“me being an asshole,” the older boy admitted in defeat that she was right earlier. the door opened wider, an indication that he could go in. 

luke’s gaze flicked around the room that he really hadn’t seen in..years almost. it was so similar, yet it felt so different in his eyes. so much time seemed to pass in samy’s room.

“you have five minutes to give me a good explanation,” the girl crossed her arms, snapping her brother back into reality. 

the guilt crept across luke’s face as he struggled on where to start. he was never the one to admit his feeling outright like this. “first, i’m sorry. i was an asshole about the whole thing,” he began.

“yeah, you kind of were. that really hurt, luke,” samy said seriously and the boy sighed. 

“i know..i don’t know why—i think i just…” he stumbled over his words and everything he just admitted to jack downstairs. “feels like i don’t really know you anymore just because i’ve been away and i hate that. we used to be so close and now it feels like we just don’t talk..same with will. i dunno. i guess i just didn’t want you there because i was being selfish and just wanted will and i there together. i realize now that you deserve to be there too to support us,” the boy continued in a long ramble that probably made no sense. 

he watched samy’s expression soften up a little, “you think we aren’t close anymore?” 

“i mean..not as close as we used to be. college and everything else seems to have made us drift..same with jack. same with quinn.”

yes, the hughes siblings were close, but not nearly as close when they all lived under one roof. one by one as each brother left, their bond slowly dissipated. texts became littler and littler. the time changes weren’t easy to work around sometimes. 

in some ways, samy saw where luke came from because quinn and jack missed a lot of big milestones in samy’s life yet she was there for all of theirs. 

“i-i’m sorry. i didn’t know you felt that way,” the girl frowned. 

“no, no, it’s not your fault. i just..have been feeling weird lately. i think having you there will be really fun. maybe it can even make up for some of the time we’ve lost,” luke offered a smile. 

“no, i don’t have to go. you’re right. it’s a you and will thing. something you’ve been waiting for since you were kids,” the girl shook her head.

“no, no, i want you there. i promise. plus, i think smitty would actually fight me if he knew i wasn’t letting you come. i’m serious. we can catch up. have fun in czechia together. i’m sure mom and dad would love our sibling bonding,” the two shared a laugh. 

“are you sure?” 

“positive. i’ve missed hanging around you,” luke opened his arms for a hug. the youngest hughes stepped into his arms and they shared a tight hug in what felt like forever. 

“we’re gonna have so much fun there. i already have an intinerary planned for your off days,” the girl grinned widely when the two pulled away. 

a laugh escaped luke’s lips, “of course you do. we’ll talk to mom and dad tonight, yeah?” 

samy nodded and she let her brother squeeze her shoulders one last time before leaving her alone for now. she excitedly called will next to let him know the good news that they’d be able to spend the next few weeks together. 

[hyper-fixated-delusions]

Can we be lovers and friends?

Wanda Maximoff x Avenger fem!reader.

A/N: Y’all this was hard to post, I kept reading it and reading it over again, not really liking it cause I’m paranoid??? Haha but decided to post because why not! Also coming up with titles is so hard!?!?! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fluff piece, I apologize for any mistakes! :)

Warnings: Talks about drunk people, unwanted contact (not in a heavy way, but still a warning.)

Translation: “Detka.” Baby.

Word count: 2,860.

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It was a typical Friday night, the Avengers were gathered at their favorite bar in uptown, decompressing after a rather hectic week when Natasha Romanoff approached a sullen looking Wanda Maximoff.

"Hey Witchy, what's got you all grumpy?" Natasha teasingly asks the younger woman who is currently sporting an angry pout as she glares across the bar at two figures in the distance.

"I'm not grumpy," Wanda retorts, never removing her eyes from you as she answers Natasha. Eyebrows furrowing more than before as a woman rests her hand on your arm, "it's just, who even is that with Y/N," she says, arms crossing on her chest.

Natasha let's out a small laugh at the sight of her increasingly pouty friend, "no clue Wands, but maybe this is a sign for you to get off your ass and finally ask Y/N out, or like you're seeing now, someone will definitely sweep her off her feet," the older woman says, as she places a comforting hand on the Sokavian's shoulder.

"W-what?" Wanda sputters slightly, finally tearing her eyes off of you turning to look at her friend so fast she's surprised she didn't get whiplash, "Nat, what are you even talking about? I don't like Y/N, that's insane!" The younger girl says nervously.

Natasha chuckles at the younger girl's expression, her voice softening as she speaks, "Wanda, it's clear to anyone that has eyes and half a brain that you love each other, it's just you two idiots that have failed to realize your true feelings for the other," she says, squeezing her shoulder with a smile.

"Wait, she likes me?" Wanda asks, eyes wide in shock.

At this, the older woman laughs, her hands coming to her face in exasperation, "yes you dork! She loves you just as much as you love her. My goodness, it's so sickening to see! I seriously don't know how either of you haven't noticed, I mean with all the longing stares, the soft smiles thrown at each other when you guys think no one is watching, the overall adoration. Truly and unbelievably sickening!" Natasha says with a playful smirk.

"I-" Wanda begins, cutting herself short as she looks at you, standing across the bar, polite smile on your lips as the woman that is in front of you continues talking, "I don't think she likes me like that Nat," Wanda whispers, eyes looking at you sadly.

Natasha frowns at her friend's expression, her own eyes flitting towards you, not understanding why the brunette still looks so upset after she just revealed that you feel the same way for each other, "Wanda, I can assure you, she definitely likes you," Natasha says with conviction.

The younger girl sighs, "I appreciate what you're trying to do, but maybe you've got it all wrong," she says, eyes casting down as she can longer stand to see someone else flirt with you.

At this, Natasha blows out a breath of air then says, "god, I have to do everything," and begins making her way towards you.

Wanda's eyes widen in surprise, "Natasha, wait!" She yells, her hand reaching out to stop the redhead, but it's too late. The woman is already walking towards you with resolve.

As you're listening to the woman that approached you at the bar drone on about who knows what, you notice a figure making its way towards you and you let out a sigh of relief as you realize who it is, "Nat, hey," you say softly, your eyes lighting up at the prospect of getting out of this unwanted conversation.

"Y/N/N," she greets with a smile, "it's getting late, we should start making our way over to the compound," the redhead says, smile widening as she notices your eyes soften in appreciation at her interruption.

"Okay, should I help you regroup?" You ask, looking at your mentor with a smile.

"Yes, let's gather everyone up so we can go," Natasha says, her eyes then glancing to the woman that was speaking to you, "I'll be taking this one off your hands now, we need to be going."

The woman pouts, "why so soon? We were just starting to get to know each other well," she whines.

Your brows crease for a second, then an awkward smile takes over your face as you try to hold back an incredulous look, you definitely weren't getting to know each other. "I know, I know and I'm sorry, but I really must go," you mutter, trying to sound as apologetic as you possibly can without actually feeling any kind of remorse, slowly trying to shuffle towards your mentor.

The woman sighs, "it's okay cutie, I know you're a superhero and you need your rest, so go," she says, as she leans forward grabbing your face to place a kiss on your cheek, causing you to go as stiff as a board at the unwelcome contact, her lips lingering on you longer than you'd like.

"Uh, thanks?" You say with confusion as soon as she pulls back, Natasha blinking, slightly bewildered at the woman's audacity.

"Come on," the redhead says a second later, composing herself immediately, grabbing your hand to pull you away from the woman.

"What the fuck," you mutter, as you're dragged by Natasha. Reaching Wanda you look at her with your eyebrows furrowed, "did you see that?" You ask your best friend, grimacing as you wipe your cheek.

"Yes," Wanda responds sadly, but you don't get to dwell on her response as she quickly moves away from you and makes her way around the bar with Natasha to gather the other Avengers so you can all make your way home.

Once the team has been gathered by the trio, you three make it a priority to make sure you all make it back to the compound safely.

When you arrive home you help your teammates into their sleeping quarters. Making sure they're taken care of as good as possible, setting aspirin and glasses of water down by the bedsides of those who will inevitably have hangovers in the morning.

As soon as you finish making your rounds, you make your way into the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water and finally take a breather after the exhausting night you've had.

Granted you didn't drink or do much of anything at the bar like the rest of the team, but the social interaction of it all finally catches up with you, weighing you down.

As you stand in the kitchen, gripping the sink, head down in exhaustion, you hear steps make their way into the area causing you to stand up straight and look over your shoulder at the person walking into the space.

"Hey Max," you greet softly, as your eyes land on your best friend, "what are you still doing up?" You question, turning your body to face the woman.

Wanda smiles softly at the nickname, "I just came for a glass of water," she says, eyes observing your face, exhaustion written all over your features, "what about you? Are you doing okay?" She asks, a small frown of worry present on her face.

You lean against the kitchen sink, arms crossing on your chest, "I'm good," you smile tiredly, "although, as eventful as today was, I can't seem to fall asleep, so I thought taking a small breather and a glass of water would help," you chuckle.

Wanda nods in acknowledgment, as she makes her way through the kitchen, getting herself the glass of water she came for, standing across from you when she does, "yeah, I get what you mean," she says, taking a small sip of water, "today was something," she whispers, clearing her throat.

"You're telling me," you chuckle, shaking your head, "all I wanted was to hang out with you," you begin, missing the blush on Wanda's cheeks, "but I got bombarded at the bar and I just couldn't seem to get away. Like I know it comes with being an Avenger and all, but that woman would just not stop talking about herself and I couldn't find it in myself to politely pull away. Any time I tried, she would just put her hand on my arm and hold me there, it was truly uncomfortable," you rush out, looking at your best friend with a silly smile.

Wanda stares at you lovingly, then shakes her head after a minute, regaining composure, "wait, so you didn't like her?" She asks slowly.

You shake your head, "god no. I mean no offense to her, she was pretty I guess, but she's just not my type," you say with a casual shrug, "she was way too drunk. She kept talking about her ex the whole time, saying how dating an Avenger was for sure going to make him jealous. I didn't know how to tell her that I certainly did not want to date her. Thank god for Natasha, she came at the right moment to intervene," you smile.

Wanda lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding and says, "but she kissed you," her eyebrows furrowed at the memory.

You shiver slightly and say, "yeah, she did. But it definitely wasn't welcome. I think she was too drunk to realize what she was doing," you grimace, and with Wanda's silence you decide you should bid her goodbye and head to your room, "anyway, it's late, we should get some sleep, goodnight Wands," you whisper, moving forward to hug your best friend.

As soon as she's in your arms, Wanda all but melts into the embrace, your towering frame causing her head to rest comfortably against your chest.

After standing in each other's arms for a few minutes Wanda pulls back slightly to look up at you, her green eyes shining with something you've never seen before and maybe it's the calm and the quiet, maybe it's your exhaustion, maybe it's the feelings you've pushed down one too many times. You're not quite sure what it is, but you lean down and press your lips softly against Wanda's, a sigh escaping her as your lips lightly brush.

Soon after your brain catches up with your body and you pull away immediately, "oh my god, shit Wanda, I am so sorry, I didn't-" you begin rambling, but your words are cut off by Wanda pulling your face down to hers to meet your lips in a passionate kiss, both of your feelings pouring into this long awaited moment.

As soon as lack of air becomes an issue, you both reluctantly pull away, "wow," you whisper, eyes closed, a dopey smile on your face that causes Wanda's heart to flutter and laughter to bubble out.

"Wow indeed," she whispers back, an enamored look in her eyes as she waits for yours to open.

Once you open your eyes, you look at your best friend in a whole new way, "wait, does this mean what I think it means?" You ask softly, wanting to confirm that your best friend does indeed feel the same way that you feel for her.

Wanda laughs softly, "if this is your way of asking me if I'm in love with you, then yes, that's exactly what it means," she says, lightly biting her lip, causing your eyes to cast downwards in distraction.

"I can't believe this," you say after a moment, "I was so afraid to admit that I love you in fear that you'd reject me and I'd ruin our friendship, but you love me?" You ask with a big grin.

Wanda's hands cup your face softly as she looks into your bright eyes, "yes detka, I'm in love with you," she beams, thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your cheeks, "I think I have been for 2 years, but I guess I just admitted it to myself today after seeing that woman flirt with you, and maybe also with a little help from Nat," she mutters the last part shyly.

You let out a laugh at the sight of Wanda's reddened cheeks and pull her in by the waist, her arms automatically encircling your neck, "I love that woman, who knew she’d be such a matchmaker," you smile widely, "we should definitely thank her when we see her tomorrow," you say softly, as you lean your forehead on Wanda's, getting lost in a sea of green.

"No need," you hear a voice say from the shadows, and both you and Wanda pull away from each other to stand side by side. "I'm amazing, I know," Natasha says with a slight smirk as she walks into the kitchen. "Also I'm glad you two idiots have finally confessed your feelings for each other," she says as she stands in front of you and Wanda, "I'm happy for you both, you deserve this," Natasha smiles, placing a hand on each of your shoulders, "also Wanda don't hurt Y/N," your mentor tells the brunette seriously, maintaining eye contact for longer than you'd like as you see Wanda slightly begin to fidget.

"Okay Nat, I think she gets it," you cut in with a small, nervous chuckle. Reaching for the redhead's hand that's on your shoulder to squeeze and hold.

Wanda smiles at you appreciatively, then at Natasha a second later, "Y/N/N, it's okay, I see where she's coming from, she's been your mentor for longer than I've known you, she's just looking out for you," the brunette says, "thanks for looking out for her Nat," Wanda whispers honestly.

Natasha nods with a small smile on her face.

Then suddenly she turns to look at you with a serious glare, the action causing you to drop her hand and step back a little in surprise and slight fear, "and you," Natasha begins, pointing a finger at your chest, "you better not hurt her either. I know that you mean well most of the time and that things easily go over your head," she says and you pout.

"Rude," you mutter.

"But please, don't be an idiot, be rational. Always remember, both of you, that communication is key, talk things out before jumping to conclusions, listen to what the other has to say and all that good stuff because this is the last thing I will say to you both as relationship advice or whatever. So please, don't hurt each other, be mindful of one another and for all that is holy, use protection," she ends with a smirk as she sees both you and Wanda stutter, faces flushed red in embarrassment.

"Mom," you whine jokingly, causing Natasha to let out a laugh. "Thanks Natty," you say after a brief moment, pulling the shorter woman into your arms, "for everything," you whisper, placing a chaste kiss on her cheek. "Also, we're both girls, so protection doesn't really work that way, I can't even get her pregnant. So really, you're worrying for nothing, we're all good on that front. But also you don't even know if Wanda wants children, like what if she wants to have my-" you begin rambling, but Wanda's hand on your mouth stops you.

"W-wait, no. We're not- we haven't-," Wanda stutters, shaking her head, "I- what I'm trying to say is, thank you Nat," Wanda smiles with flushed cheeks.

Natasha laughs at both women in good nature, "no problem kiddos, now get some rest, it's late," the redhead says as she walks towards her sleeping quarters.

Wanda removes her hand from your mouth when Natasha is out of ear shot and slaps your arms softly, "oh my god, you're such an idiot," she blushes.

You laugh as you pull her into your arms to stop her assault, "what? What'd I do?" You ask teasingly, "what I said was valid, or what you don't want to have my kids?" You squint playfully causing Wanda to hide her face in her hands as you move forward to hug her, swaying your bodies from side to side lightly in jest.

"Oh my god," the brunette groans, "I am not having this conversation with you right now," she says rolling her eyes as she moves back to grab your hand to pull you to her room.

"So when, tomorrow morning?" You continue teasing.

"No, shut up," she continues grumbling, causing you to laugh.

"Okay, so wait then, where are we going?" You ask.

"To my room," Wanda says still dragging you.

"To make babies?!" You ask excitedly as she pulls you through her door.

"I hate you," she mutters red in the face and you let out an even louder laugh.

"I love you too sweetheart," you say, as you bring her into you to kiss her softly.

When you pull away Wanda looks at you with a smile, "I love you, now it's time to sleep," she says as she pulls you to bed.

After a few minutes of peace and quiet, Wanda thinking you're already asleep. You sit up slightly to teasingly whisper into her ear from behind, "so do you want to have my kids?" Causing Wanda to groan as she shoves your face away from her.

[ashetherando]

Disney Adult| FizzOzzie Poly x reader (and separate)

my sorry ass have been looking at Disney World stuff and as a Disney Adult I’m surprised I haven’t made this before! pronouns: They/Them/Theirs

Key words:

(y/n)-Your Name

(l/n)-Last Name

(POLY FIZZOZZIE )

They don’t really care of what you’re into, as long you don’t be stupid or harassing imps/demons they don’t care. They will in fact have a whiplash of Disney merchandise you own at your home with the Minnie/Mickey ears and clothes, PJs, and cups! They will be shitty boyfriends if they shit all over your interest while you don’t. If you’re going to Disney World/Land, you’re their guide! Teach them about Genie Plus, teach them about the Disney World app, cuz they’re helpless without your Disney eyes! Also, let them pick their magic bands there so much designs and their brains cannot handle it! Also, quick thing, give fizz a kid leash. You’ll be walking around in Animal Kingdom with Ozzie planning what he wants to eat, then POOF Fizz somehow learned to park hop and is now at Magic Kingdom at Peter Pans Flight!

💙OZZIE/ASMODEUS💙

Ozzie believes that Disney can be dark, for example Hunchback of Notre Dame, The Black Caldron, and basically he’s more into the Disney Renaissance than the present day movies at the Disney franchise. He will not be surprised when he comes over to your home and you hand him over Disney PJs, he doesn’t care about how much Disney merchandise your house can handle, as long you’re not blowing off all your money for a Disney figure ‘cuz you still need to pay bills and rent! But! When you ask what he wants at Disney World, he asked “coffee” as a joke, but when you came back from your trip and before you clock in “here ya go, Asmodeus!” You said as you held up the bag with the word Joffrey’s printed on it “I wasn’t so sure what you wanted so I kinda just guessed!” He tilted his head to the side as you place the bag on his desk, he opened the bag and see two bags of coffee grounds one is a flavorful coffee ground and the other is just plan coffee grounds “I wasn’t expecting you to get me this” he grabbed a bag and analyzing it “do you not want it?” “No! I want it, I really do need some coffee grounds, I just never thought that Disney have these type of things” “well, it’s a huge company! Of course they’re gonna have coffee!” “That’s fair” he placed the bag down and bring up the flavor on, it’s was obviously bought at the Polynesian resort exclusive. “Thank you, (y/n)”

When you finally convinced him to go with you while being part of the Disney Vacation Club, you have to treat him by bringing him to Food and Wine festival. He’s quite interested by the new wine they give out every year than the food. Keep an eye on him, we don’t know his drink tolerance is, he might get drunk at Epcot!

💚FIZZAROLLI💙

Fizzarolli is a guy to be like “haha! Imagine liking a company for babies” just deal with it, he’s gonna be a prick about your hyper fixations, but he’s doing it for jokes and will let you know about that. He only watches whatever is on TV, if you and him are chilling in your home. Just stream something on Disney Plus, then he’ll watch it with you. Here’s my advice: Have a Disney Marathon and he’ll won’t even notice! I’m kidding he will once it’s 1am and you’re watching Tangled, then he’ll be like “Old Disney is better” then he’ll leave the room. If you’re watching more present Disney movie, he’ll yell it from the hallway “Old Disney is better!” He may be your boyfriend, but he’s such a bad influence on you, when Ozzie is good with money and help you with your impulsive spendings, Fizz encourages you to buy that. You will send him a picture of a new Disney pin collection through text “oh look how cute they are!” “Get it” “fizz, I have rent that is due” “idc, get the pins” “you don’t even know the characters!” “I know the blue fur ball!” “Don’t call stitch a fur ball” “why did you send me this anyways!?” “….the pins will be here on Tuesday next week” “knew it” Disney World will be an episode and a half, homie will be in a different park quicker before you say Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious so please give him a kid leash before he does it again, but convincing him took so long! You have to show him some videos, nothing too intimidating since he’s a Disney Virgin, just simplify your vacation visit, but not for clothing wear, the Greed Ring is hot, and you two will be sweating allot, which means chafing! Biker shorts are your whore! Treat him with any festival and he’ll be happy! If it’s the Food and Wine, he’ll will eat any food or drink any wine, but let’s be happy that you brought him!

[what-gs-watching]

“What good did love do, Doctor? When did it ever help?”

So I spent last week at my parent’s house finally pulling off the surprise birthday party I’d been planning for months for my mother and I was there for farrrrr too long and I ate waaaay too much and I only had six days from when I got home to get my head right and ready to start a new job after nine effing months of doing nothing. 

I’m starting on Monday and I’m super anxious about it, and everyone is posting about what’s going on with Doctor Who so obviously I decided to let Ruby and 15 turn my brain off for a bit, it’s the least they can do. Maybe that was a mistake, because woooooof y’all. I’m devastated that the season is already over. 

And as such, we def need to talk about both of these episodes at the same time. 

The Legend of Ruby Sunday / Empire of Death

Wherein, The Doctor and Ruby show up to UNIT to finally ask about the old woman they keep running into on their adventures, and immediately very purposefully fall into a trap. 

I have to say, as much as I love 15, baby boy has NOT been very observant this season. He’s caught up in having fun and showing his feelings and all of that is fantastic and beautiful but if this had been 10 or 11 they would have been mulling over this situation the entirety of the season and I probably wouldn’t feel so much like I just got whiplash. 

Like, the internet has been telling me to think about this random ass lady, instead of seeing the Doctor trying to puzzle her out in his downtime. And that’s the first time I’ve really thought to myself, ‘this is incredibly unlike the doctor.’ But we’re going to let it slide, because he’s otherwise charmed the pants off of me.

There was a lot I was definitely about in these episodes, in no particular order - 

OBVIOUSLY, the Rose / Ruby bonding. Absolutely adorable. They immediately gravitated to each other and I love that. It’s so sweet. And I’ll take ANY scrap of 14 I can get, but 15 asking ‘how’s your uncle?’ really made me greedy for more. Couldn’t my girl Rose given like, even the smallest cute little anecdote? Like ‘oh, he’s really into gardening right now…’ or something? Gimme like, even the littlest bit. I neeeed it. But fine. 

15’s outfits. I’ve loved all of the stuff they’ve put him in all season but HELLO that leather jacket and the cozy sweater he had on in the mish mash TARDIS? Gorgeous. Beautiful. I want to buy it right now.

Also, the mish mash TARDIS itself, and the little kiss 15 gives it at one point. Love all the random throwbacks inside that little thing even if I don’t know most of them because no, I never went back and watched the original seasons, so sue me. I’m pretty sure I spotted 11’s little scanner tv thing though, and I love that. I miss Matt Smith. 

And the Doctor lashing out and punching the wall and huffing and puffing and screaming and then Mel giving him a kick in the ass. I’m going to keep talking about how I love that 15 is actually okay with showing his feelings, but I do think he got too lost in them. We all been there, boo. But like, you heard that sick TARDIS sound (that’s going to haunt my dreams) and you were just like ‘oh I’ve heard that before’? BOY you are so distracted. 

Anyway, I’m vaguely aware there’s background on Sutekh that I should probably google if I want to fully understand the situation, but I’m not gonna do it. I accept that it’s the god of death and the doctor fought it once and banished it to the time vortex, but I have to say, I find the rest of the storyline a little bit weird. It hitched a ride on the TARDIS and traveled with the Doctor for basically untold amounts of time and no one ever noticed? And it’s appearance is NOT related to 14 casting that salt at the end of the universe, even though it was pretty clear that the rest of the random god appearances were? 

I guess I’m willing to accept all of that, but gang. Here’s the thing. After all of that time traveling around and watching the Doctor do what he does (and admittedly trying to sabotage him by planting harbingers? I guess? Wherever they went?) you’re still not going to kill him right off when you finally hatch your plot? You KNOW he gets out of things. You know he literally gets out of everything. You’ve watched him wiggle his way out of shit because his adversaries have given him an inch but you’re like ‘it’s fine, that won’t be me, because I REALLY need to know who this random human’s mother is?’ 

Nah. Nah nah nah. Like, maybe if you had really tried to kill him and he got out of it, I’d be like, ‘okay fine’ but that death cloud was half-assed and they beat it on like, a moped. 

If we’re going with real scary gods that have literally the power of basically everything, I’m gonna want their actions to make sense. 

I also have to admit that when the Doctor was monologuing about how the whole thing was his fault, when he said about all of the things he’s done “I thought it was fun”, I found myself thinking about how he really has been playing a game of his own devising and maybe he…shouldn’t. And it felt like maybe he thought that, too. Like, when is it gonna be enough for him? 

The point is, It’s super sweet that Ruby got to figure her shit out, they got me I cried at all of that, but the whole thing did feel a little disjointed to me. Which is fine, because now I’m sitting here like, ‘yo I need more’ but there isn’t more, not for forever, and clearly that’s how they get you. The arch wasn’t a cliff hanger really but also it kind of was and I’m unsatisfied. Maybe that’s the point. 

And I do now agree with Tumblr that the most interesting thing in all of this is how 14 and Donna reacted to the death cloud, and their reconstitution, and the realization that Rose was at UNIT during the entire thing - that’s going to occupy my brain for a really long time.

At the end of the day, eight episodes was not enough. But I’m SO  endeared to 15 and I love the direction the show is going, haters can hate all they want but Doctor Who was always weird and it was always for outcasts and it’s beautiful and stupid and silly and wonderful. Wonderful and perfectly imperfect. 

Friends, this season came at a time I really needed it. I'm thankful it helped me through my forced work hiatus, it's part of the tapestry that kept me going. And that's the good that love does. Doctor Who, I love you.

[slashthrashandcrash]

You should spill your thoughts more on the vibes of slasher x final girl; it’s giving me something to chew on for my own Danny/OC fic haha

I’m rabid about the idea that they just upturn everything—a disgusting happy little accident that turns what they thought was important to them upside down and now it’s trying to decide if it’s wed, bed or behead?

*SLAMS HANDS ON TABLE* OKAY SO HEAR ME OUT--

I've said it before in an absolute word vomit here but I'll say it again: I love a Slasher that is so utterly out of their depth when it comes to experiencing genuine human connection that they're forced to rely on their homicidal instincts/habits for comfort.

Obsession at first sight is always a classic, but something that's also peak is a Slasher falling head over heels without even realizing it. They've begun stalking their Final Girl, as they do with all their victims, learning her routines, who could be potential victims by proxy, tease her with close encounters -- the whole shebang. They never realize that they've almost started watching her...without an ulterior motive? There's no reason they need to know what her favorite flowers are or how she likes her coffee or what she wears to bed, but they do anyways.

And then that moment when they finally, finally have her cornered and in their grasp, the end of a well drawn out hunt, they find that they suddenly can't go through with it. It's a very inopportune realization to have. All the work they've put in stalking and harassing her, picking off the people closest to her one by one, it comes to a screeching halt in their mind. She's trembling. She's frightened. She's bloodied and teary eyed and begging so sweetly when she's not fighting for her life. Of course, it's every Slasher's favorite sight to behold, the prize to be won! Yet there's something different about it this time...not regret, per se, not mercy.

They want her like this all the time. They don't want this moment to end with a blade to her throat like every other victim before her. And just as much as they love to see her petrified under them, they also want to see more of the times she's smiled and laughed and bat her pretty little lashes (all candid moments they witnessed from afar, mind you). They want her, just her. But they want her alive.

It's this moment of confusion and inner turmoil that allows the poor Final Girl to slip out of their grip and escape to the sequel, and the Slasher spends an embarrassing long time processing this new development. They've never experienced such a whiplash before. It felt like bloodlust, but not quite. They still felt the same type excitement when she shivered and pleaded for her life, watching her struggling and feeling her heartbeat again them. Killing her though? Not an option. In that moment, she became the most addictive feeling and they'll be damned if they let her get away again. She's better than any drug. She's all the fun and none of the mess, although does she still look damn good in the resulting mess regardless.

There is a hierarchy of needs and she is at the very top. They need to touch her, feel her squirm, hear those lovely little whimpers, taste her fear -- at the same time, they want to know what it feels like to have her lean against them, flash them that soft smile she gives everyone else who don't deserve it, kiss their cheek and promise she'll never ever leave them. They legit feel like they're on a high when she's around them and withdrawal symptoms are a real bitch. If they can just find a way to keep her by their side, they'd be set for life between the rush of a killing spree and the addictive effects of her fear/love...

[luminouslotuses]

watched the video and. i have thoughts

the most glaring issue i noticed right off the bat was how he went through various controversies from the past first. clearly he’s doing this to make sure everyone knows what his intentions are, which– sure, would’ve been good after each issue had happened 1-2 years ago, but it’s just that this is completely irrelevant to the allegations. that’s what everyone is here for and wants his actual response to, which he knows, but he pulls this shit anyway; and he still acts self-righteous while going through them.

i’m not a liar– here’s some instances of me lying about things i’ve done in the past. this was a very good and detailed video, but he’s highly critical of me. i do not support nsfw art of minors, that’s disgusting (but it’s fine to make sexual jokes about minors in my own minecraft server!). i can’t post any photos without people saying i’m gross or weird!

the “examples” of fan & friend relationships that are shown in a following segment also bothered me. why would you bring these people, who– despite you being on good terms with in the past have clearly distanced themselves from you recently– into this dumpster fire of a situation?? again, dream with this recurring theme of constantly bringing up people he used to be friends with as either an attempt to garner sympathy or to make himself look better.

when he gets to the allegations, i feel like he’s taking a roundabout way to actually address them. at one part he says how it’s difficult to prove what actually happened without there being evidence, then gives an example saying “prove to me you didn’t sext [insert anybody here]”. thirty minutes into the video and he’s still managing to somehow sidetrack from the matter at hand, even if just for a moment.

then there’s the segment where he’s talking with his mom about him barely leaving his house between 2021 and his face reveal, which lasts for a minute and half. you’re not missing anything if it’s simply summarized as such: he rarely left his house. maybe, for the sake of clarity, he could provide a few examples and move on, but nope. he had to stretch it out for as long as he possibly could; and not to mention how despite the video being “SERIOUS” and “NOT A JOKE” he’s chuckling and laughing with his mother, which feels like such tonal whiplash compared to the heavy topics that are (and should be) being discussed.

i. don’t even want to get into the cantu situation too much or it’ll give me a headache but i do have a couple things to say. overall both dream and cantu aren’t good people and while it’s shown more clearly by cantu in this specific instance, it’s obvious by now that dream’s not a good person either. the other thing is that the editing in the video is very poppy and unserious, which– god, AGAIN, this video is supposed to be about serious topics! being discussed in a serious manner! and this is literally the opposite of that.

all in all it’s good to finally hear what he has to say that’s not in a rushed, emotionally-driven or standoffish tweet. and, yes, no original evidence was concrete. yes, dream might not be a groomer. but it’s fucking pathetic it took him this long to make a clear response. he’s not trustworthy, he should definitely not have the platform that he has, and his reputation is irreversibly damaged from this. there’s no going back now.

[heatwavering]

when-harry-met-sally-ification of hangster is genius!!!! i would love to hear more about that if you don't mind sharing!

also - what's on your bradley bradshaw playlist? what's genre do you associate w/ him the most?

oh god. oh you don’t even know man. hangster being harry met sally (1989) is one of those things that only makes sense in my head or with a lot of background context, because if i were to just come out and say “rooster is like sally because he’s a chronic perfectionist and an emotional powder keg that lets everything pile up until the last moment (plus his mom is meg ryan), and hangman’s like harry because he’s an cynical asshole who’s actually gooey on the inside and doesn’t speak before he thinks and chooses to push peoples buttons and yearns more than he lets on” to someone who’s only seen both movies in passing, i’m going to get a lot of blank stares and nervous laughter. "isn't that every romcom couple ever?" yes. but i mean--

BAR. FOR BAR. I have wayyy more examples and comparisons but my computer explodes every time I try to add a picture or god forbid a gif. mostly, the "we've met before and it went terrible both times, but the third time we met it stuck and we managed to finally find equal footing and fall in love," is sooooo special to me. and since when harry met sally is an 80s movie (derogatory) and people bog down on the "men and women can't be friends" thing it gets a lot of flack, but by the end of the movie the whole dynamic shifts and becomes more like "why are we putting such big expectations on a relationship when I just love you. plain and simple. no wishy-washy philosophy applies because we've outgrown it and now know each other as equals." (plus that whole first "idea" is brought up by a cynical twenty-something who changes his entire worldview by the end of the movie bc he's fallen in love. why stick to your guns about an idea that's outdated when (a) people are too complicated to fall into your boxes and (b) uhhh who cares. you're in love. I always thought the change in harry's character is supposed to reverse his previous claim in the beginning of the movie and make fun of it for being kind of elementary. but maybe I'm thinking too hard about it.) I'm definitely glossing over some plot points and nuance and whatever but again, this dynamic is something that came directly out of my mind and basically only applies to how I've sandcastled hangster into what I want to see. plus I watched WHMS at like nine years old and it might've had some debilitating side effects. enjoy with an entire pile of salt.

about music now. I'm one of those people that is the ugly kind of pretentious about character playlists (his ass would NOT listen to hayloft by mother mother, shit like that) but also spends net zero time actually building a playlist that follows a timeline or theme. so I just sort everything into two separate playlists/categories: songs that [insert character] would listen to "canonically" and songs [insert character] is aligned with in my own opinion. sometimes there's overlap!!! and sometimes I'm forcing myself to decide if Bradley listens to third eye blind or is the kind of guy who makes fun of people who listen to third eye blind. I still can't decide. I wasn't alive when he was in high school. and you know you're up a creek without a paddle when American Pie (1999) becomes reliable historical material. anyway here's the best way I can describe the difference in the two:

Bradley's own playlist: teenage boy from SoCal in the late 90s early 2000s. in my mind he was always kinda quiet in school and did partake in band so he could play the piano (yes, in jazz band. if I hear a Whiplash joke I'm airing the room out) and spent a lot of time listening to anything and everything that wasn't uhhh Britney Spears adjacent. but lots of blink-182, foo fighters, Pearl Jam, nirvana. probably some early Coldplay. maybe some of The Killers when he got to college, and Radiohead but in secret and when Maverick wouldn't bully him for listening to so much "sad ass (unspoken: gay) music." and of course he's Goose's son, soooo: Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers, Jim Croce, Billy Joel, Allman Brother's Band, Hall & Oates, CCR, Eagles, etc. From Maverick (and Ice): U2, Pearl Jam, The Cars, more dad yacht rock, maybe Metallica (??) depends on if you think Maverick would ever mess around with something hair metal adjacent. of course he prays at the alter of Bruce Springsteen like his fathers before him. and his mom filled in everything else: Fleetwood Mac, Elton John, Paul Simon, Wham! (George Michael being outed....hoo boy. #1 topic NOT discussed at the Bradshaw-Mitchell-Kazansky dinner table.), George Strait, Hootie & The Blowfish, miscellaneous female country music from the 90s like Faith Hill and Shania Twain. Alison Krauss & Union Station! Alanis Morissette! The Goo Goo Dolls? now I'm just listing things but you get the picture.

my playlist about Bradley: anything about hating your dad or your hometown with lyrics that apply. see photo below and you'll get the vibe.

[also, that ONE specific photo of miles teller in project x is the photo that sailed a thousand fics. i love that photo. i wrote this entire fucking fic around that photo. it’s so bradley nicolas bradshaw to me.]

but overall my biggest examples of songs that apply to him (for me) are Little Giant by Roo Panes, Release by Pearl Jam, and The Long Way Around by the Chicks. Seventeen by Sharon Van Etten bc of how it makes me feel about Maverick and him (sick in the head.) souvenir by boygenius. faith by bon iver. Hot & Heavy by Lucy Dacus and The Steps by HAIM for hangster vibes. too much Taylor Swift and Maggie Rogers that I don't know how to explain without having a published fic. I have a ton more and I want to pick like 10 songs from each section and go into heavier detail, but I should probably put something out before I dig myself a hole pffft.

[thegrandharveyspecter]

Trip to a Coffee Shop; a Harvey, Scott & Mike Drabble

[Okay, not backing out of this one! It's a chill coffee shop AU, featuring Coffee Shop Owner Scott, Homeless Mike, and...Normal Harvey lmao. Some things don't change. Enjoy- or try to. @antvnger]

Harvey was in desperate need of coffee, something he forgot to get before he left home because he was in a hurry. There were back-to-back meetings and he had to see a judge later. He needed all the caffeine he could get.

His regular coffee shops were too far from the office and he didn’t want to get something from a cart this time. He walked down the sidewalk for fifteen minutes when he came across a shop he hadn’t seen before. Maybe it was always there and he just didn’t notice because he had other places.

Little Guy Cafe

An indie place. Harvey didn’t mind indie shops but there were times where the coffee was a hit or miss, and right now, he needed a hit. A strong, strong hit. He didn’t have much time to be picky, though. Whatever happened, happened.

When he entered the little shop, he was hit with whiplash. It was like he was transported back in time. The furniture was mismatched and appeared to be from an older person’s house. The wooden L-shaped counter seemed to be the cleanest, newest thing there.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to order something?” A man behind the counter asked.

Harvey was too busy taking everything in that he didn’t notice he was there. There was no uniform, just wore a deep red T-shirt and jeans. He did have a nametag, at least. Scott.

“Yeah, coffee,” Harvey finally said, stepping to the counter. “Black.”

“Where are your manners?” Scott asked, frowning, tone clearly offended.

“Are you kidding me,” Harvey replied, dryly.

Before Scott got the chance to respond, the door slammed open and a 20-something year old kid burst in. He was scruffy in every sense, from his hair to his clothes (which had some threads loose). Kid looked like he just finished running a marathon from how hard he was panting.

“Hey, hi, I need to borrow your counter,” the kid breathed out.

He didn’t wait for permission and ran over and went on his knees, keeping out of sight. It was at this moment Harvey knew he chose the worst time and coffee shop to walk into. Even Scott seemed uneasy by what just happened.

Not long after the kid came in, a man, a much bigger man also entered. It didn’t take Harvey or Scott long to put together the situation. Harvey glanced at Scott and gave a minute nod. Time to put on a show.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Harvey snapped. “You just let random kids run in, take your customers wallets, and then run out the backdoor? You ever hear of a goddamn lock?”

“Maybe next time don’t leave your wallet on the counter,” Scott scoffed, much more offended than before. “I doubt you need it anyway. Your tie probably costs more than my rent!”

Scott looked past Harvey as if he saw the other man for the first time. He looked twice as annoyed, if that was possible.

“Can I help you? I’m kinda busy right now.”

There was a moment of silence as the man took in everything that Harvey and Scott said. Kid, backdoor, new wallet, escape. In a nutshell. Eventually, the guy shook his head and started to back out.

“No, uh, no, thanks.”

He finally left. Harvey walked to the shop’s window and watched the guy run down the sidewalk. Little did he know the kid was still in the shop. Harvey waited until the guy disappeared into a crowd of people before moving back.

“Okay, kid. Danger’s gone.”

The kid hesitantly stood from his spot with the help of Scott. He looked between Harvey and Scott, smiling a bit sheepishly.

“Wow, thanks, guys,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “You two were great. You actually sounded annoyed.”

“I kinda was,” Harvey and Scott said simultaneously.

Harvey rolled his eyes and Scott shook his head. The kid’s smile grew a bit, clearly amused by their behaviour. He walked out from behind the counter, placing his hands in his pockets. Harvey noticed that his clothes were dirty.

“What did that guy want with you?” Scott asked curiously, tilting his head.

“I might’ve ripped him off from a drug deal.”

“Might’ve?” Harvey repeated.

“I ripped him off. I didn’t have a choice, it was the only way I could get money,” the kid tried to defend himself.

“If I had a nickel for every time I heard that, I’d be richer than I already am,” Harvey said. “You’re young, but not so young that you can’t get a job.”

“Uh, yeah, I’d get a job if I wasn’t homeless,” the kid replied indignantly, shifting his eyes to the floor. 

Scott’s eyes softened considerably at that. “Hey, it’s okay.”

“And my ID is kinda…let’s just say, uh…” The kid was a stuttering mess. “Never mind. You don’t wanna know.”

“You’re right. I don’t want to know,” Harvey said. He started backing out. If he didn’t go now, he was going to get in too deep. “This is a waste of my time. Forget the coffee.”

Scott went from sympathetic to annoyed again. “You’re really just going to leave? Give the kid some money, you’re a walking bank.”

“None of this is my problem.”

“Unbelievable…”

Harvey Specter left the shop.

XXX

The next day at 11:00AM, Harvey went to Little Guy Cafe. He wasn’t surprised that, just like the day prior, there were no customers. It was just Scott behind the counter. He was cleaning a coffee mug when he noticed Harvey.

“Look who it is, the city’s greatest lawyer returns,” Scott said, sarcastically. “If you’re going to act like how you did yesterday, you can turn around and leave.”

Harvey didn’t know someone like Scott could be hostile, not that Harvey really knew him. The guy just seemed to have a friendly demeanour in general, and it was clearly a bad idea to cross him.

“I’ll have that coffee now. Like I said, black.” Harvey walked up to the counter, pulled out his wallet and placed a twenty on the counter. “Keep the change.”

Scott gave him a suspicious look, something Harvey couldn’t blame him for. He was doing his best to not act as condescending as yesterday. Not that he cared that much, but he really wanted his coffee.

Scott put the twenty in his till under the counter and started to work on Harvey’s coffee. While Harvey waited, he looked around the shop. For the first time, he noticed some photos on a shelf behind Scott.

“Let me ask you something, lawyer. You clearly only care about yourself, so why did you cover for Mike yesterday?”

Mike. So that was the kid’s name, good to know. Harvey shrugged at Scott’s question, crossing his arms on the counter.

“Did you see the guy looking for him? He was going to beat the shit outta the kid,” Harvey replied. “I didn’t need that on my conscience.”

“You have a conscience? Wow, who would’ve guessed.”

“It’s a small one.”

Scott snorted. “At least you’re self aware.” He finished Harvey’s coffee and passed it to him. He cleared his throat.

“Thank you,” Harvey said, dryly. “Now, has Mike been by?”

“No. I told him he could stay but he ran out as I was closing up shop,” Scott said, shaking his head. “I’m kinda worried about him. I know that’s probably a foreign concept for you.”

Harvey shrugged, took a long sip of his coffee. He hummed, satisfied. “Not bad, Scott.”

“Thanks,” Scott said, cracking a small smile. “I make some pretty good coffee.”

“That’s why this place is so full, huh?” Harvey said, sarcastically.

“Oh, man. You gotta work on your manners,” Scott scolded.

“I said thank you,” Harvey retorted.

“Yeah, but then you’ve been going back to being sarcastic,” Scott pointed out.

The door opened and Mike walked in, looking like a kicked puppy. He wore the same clothes as yesterday. Mike walked up to the counter and placed two twenty dollar bills on it.

“I’m sorry, Scott. The register was open and I just…acted on it. I couldn’t bring myself to spend it though. You were way too nice to me yesterday.”

Scott smiled, pushed the bills back to Mike. “You need it more than I do. I can easily earn it back.”

“With all these customers?” Harvey was back at his sarcasm, gesturing around the empty shop.

“Oh my god…”

Mike looked up at Harvey, smiling shyly. “Hi.”

“Hey. Listen, I-”

“It’s alright. You’re not the first person who’s brushed me off. Apology accepted.”

“What? No. I wasn’t going to apologize.”

Scott snorted.

Mike deflated. “Oh…”

“Yeah, we’re trying to work on his poor behaviour,” Scott cut in, winking at Mike.

“Why are you talking like I’m going to come back?” Harvey asked, stepping back suspiciously.

“You came back today,” Scott pointed out. “You could’ve gone somewhere better, yet you came here.”

“Scott’s right,” Mike agreed, standing straighter, smiling more broadly.

“Oh, no. I’m not getting involved with you two,” Harvey refused, scowling.

“Then go.” Scott waved his hand in a shooing motion. “But you’ll be missing out on some great coffee.”

“And great company,” Mike piped in.

“Annoying company,” Harvey corrected. “You know, I was going to give you a credit card to go buy some new clothes and get some dinner tonight. But now that you’re being so annoying…”

“Whoa! No, okay. I’m sorry,” Mike apologized quickly.

Harvey shook his head, did his best to hide a smile but couldn’t stop himself. Mike might’ve been one of those people really easy to please. Harvey reached into his pocket and searched through his wallet until he found the right card. He handed it to Mike.

Mike took it with hesitance, as if it was going to disappear or if it wasn’t real. He asked hesitantly, “Are you really sure?”

“I got more than enough money,” Harvey said casually. “Scott’s right, I'm a walking bank. I might as well try to hand it out once in a while. But don’t get used to it.”

“Thank you so much…” Mike struggled to find Harvey’s name.

“Harvey Specter,” Harvey provided. “Now go. Spend that money wisely.”

Mike smiled probably one of the happiest smiles Harvey’s ever seen. It gave him a strange, warm pang in his chest. He decided to not give it a name or pay much attention to it.

“Thank you so much, Harvey.”

“You already thanked me.”

Mike chuckled. “Grammy told me to show my gratitude as often as possible.”

“Just go. My chest can’t handle this.”

Mike furrowed his brows, clearly confused. He glanced at Scott, a silent request for an explanation. Scott shrugged, shook his head. He seemed just as confused, though Harvey had the feeling Scott was just putting on a show for Mike.

Mike finally left, going from confused to happy once again. When Harvey looked back at Scott, the guy was also smiling.

Harvey scowled. “What?”

“You just made that kid’s entire day,” Scott replied. “That was surprisingly nice of you.”

Harvey sighed deeply, starting to regret doing this. If he knew he’d be mocked for being nice, he would’ve kept being an asshole.

“Whatever. Don’t be so annoying about it.”

Harvey downed the rest of his coffee in one fell swoop. He exhaled deeply, satisfied.

“Alright, I’ve wasted enough time here. If I don’t leave now, my boss will have my head.”

Harvey turned and headed for the door when Scott called out to him.

“Hey, wait.” Scott tilted his head curiously. “Will you come back?”

“Probably not.”

Scott smiled. “Alright, I’ll see you later.”

Harvey rolled his eyes. “Goodbye, Scott.”

[duckwithablog]

Hello duck! Sorry for the late response. Life is a bit crazy. I’m glad my presence and my rambles are welcomed with open arms here!

For your question, I’m not sure which trivia you know... Especially if it’s about Sun Wukong… however, I suppose one of the most interesting facts I’ve learned is that the original Six-eared Macaque actually never was said to have six ears. The six-eared actually refers to the six senses, sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch, and mind.

Also, did you see about the new Black Myth: Wukong game? I heard about it weeks ago, but it finally has a release date now! I’m so excited for it.

Lastly, I have been absolutely binge watching anything from Cy yu, aka Alejandro Saab, the new voice actor for Macaque. (RIP Billy Kametz, a dear friend of Alejandro Saab) It absolutely broke my heart to hear that when he took on Billy’s roles, he had Billy’s voice playing over and over just trying to do his best to replicate his voice… I can’t even imagine how hard that must’ve been to do… but he did so well! I hope he gets all the praises he deserves.

Anyways, I hope things are going well for you. Christmas is just around the corner, and I’m hoping you’re spending much of your time with loved ones!

-🍑 anon

Life do be crazy like that. I'm sorry my response is so late as well- hopefully both of our lives get a bit easier soon!!

ooohhh fr? thats super cool ngl!! wonder where the six ear thing being just hearing came from,,, kinda obvious why, bcs u know. EARS. but a cool fact nonetheless!!

YOOO I HAVENT!!! I think i remember watching a demo gameplay of it when I was still in my JTTW/LMK phase. So hyped to see it release soon, cuz it looked great!! Hope you get one once it releases!!!!!

Yeah,, haven't watched s4 yet cuz I lost interest in the fandom at that point, but hearing about Bill's death was so shocking. It's super sweet that his friend got the role. I'm sure he did great!!

What things have u watched that features Alejandro Saab btw? Voice acting be crazy because sometimes I'd search up a voice actor and find out that they also voiced a character from a different show that I liked? And also sometimes get extreme whiplash from the differences in characters?

Case in point: Did you know Daran Norris, voice actor of Cosmo from the Fairly Odd Parents, also voiced Knockout the super sexy transformer from Transformers Prime? LOOK UP KNOCKOUT AND LISTEN TO HIS VOICE. THE FUCKING RANGE. I WAS NEVER THE SAME AFTER KNOWING THIS.

Ty 🍑 anon!!! I hope christmas treats u well too!!! I actually did celebrate something with my family + cousins today, it was nice seeing them again!!

oughh idk how to end this but RAHHH ADVANCED CHRISTMAS TO ALL!!!

[pop-roxs]

hoo okay I can already tell this is gonna be long but manga thoughts!! i only read up to roughly 150 I think (Also hi hi I’m off anon! anxiety has been overcome >D<)

quick lil context of me even getting into this also! so my roomie and I have a tradition of watching really bad animes during finals weeks and this time my rookie suggested we watched black butler 2 (still so funny it’s just 2 not season two not book of ___ no. just two. Peak comedy) first half of that was laughably bad and then like ep 7 onward it was frustratingly good. Some bizarre pacing some bizzare writing choices but I liked it overall. anyways over winter break out of nowhere I got manga spoilers on my tiktok for Agni’s death and. It emotionally devastated me bc I loved him sm bc of the like one ep in 2 where he appeared. i told my roomie that and we decided to like actually watch the good parts of the anime so I could get a taste of the actual plot (and eventually we watched s1 lmao)

so yeah that bit didn’t impact me as much when I actually read it but 😭 Agni I miss you dearly you’re like one of the only people I’d trust to hold my drink in this series I KNOW you would take care of it and not spill anything. Also, I read the entire (post campania) manga while procrastinating studying for my organic chemistry exam bc chemistry is a pain in the ass and I didn’t want to look at it

right um. Other arcs. so the school arc has some BIZARRE pacing- (and i never got used to the just casually dropping the F word even if it was used iba like historical context) I was half skimming some of the pages bc I thought it was gonna be basically a fluff filler arc so that end caught me off guard- deffo enjoyed the soma content though! i sure hope he stays happy and nothing awful happens to make him stop smiling! hahah fuck.

Emerald witch arc is kinda funny to me. like yeah, okay queen of England, send this 13 (14?? I forgor) year old child to a different country to deal with werewolves. this isn’t even ur country girly what. Wolf and miss sullivan (can’t spell her first name) r fun characters I like their addition a lot. Could’ve done without the uh. weird scenes with sullivan but. whatever. (The scenes with finny taking care of ciel also were so sweet Omg I will cry- finny is probably one of my top 5 charas I love himmmmm he scares me tho )

that being said I fuckcking RECOGNIZED that shit was chemicals as soon as I saw that circle thing oh my FuckKING GOD. I literally put down my phone and stopped reading for a good while. I’m reading this manga to procrastinate my ochem I did not need it to insert itself like that >:’(((( it was good though I liked the arc a a lot (my roommate fucking burst out laughing when she saw me being angy and asked why.)

Sascha and Walmart will (sorry sir you are just not memorable) were cute! Hope we get more content of them in the future, or just more reaper lore. Please. I’m going insane all I want is lore (Also my roomie had already told me abt the reaper backstory so that didn’t rlly surprise me). Will and grell showing up for like one chapter was funny as hell, you know will was pissed bc that whole convo could’ve totally been an email or a pigeon or whatever. i missed them though so im not complaining

Idk what to call the next arc. the return of the school guys was… funny ig?? i have to be honest I kinda disconnect whenever they appear I just don’t really care for them 😭 the whole band group off was so funny though and the tonal whiplash was something I was NOT prepared for. It wasn’t as jarring as the paving of the school arc but like hWUH THATS A LOT OF PLOT AND BIG REVEALS HAPPENING REALLY FAST NOW-

love othello though. I’m a forensics chemistry major and I love the forensics part of it significantly more than chemistry so seeing a funny guy doing that is so very !!! ya :D also love the dynamic with Grelle. they’re both trans and besties you can’t change my mind- ALSO OTHELLO JUST . THROWING HIS SCYTGE AND THEN BIDING BEHIND GRELLE. Love him. ronnies still my fav dont get me wrong I am endeared with his talk-shit-while-getting-his-ass-beat mentality but othello is very close behind

wish we had more reaper lore . I would kill to know these guys backstories- Ronald and sascha seem so much you her compared to their coworkers it eats at my brain. sascha especially like aaaaaa kid what happened for you to end up here :(? MAN (also I could fight abt the reaper lore for so long. they don’t deserve this. this shits unfair. AGH…

i had more stuff that I wanted to say but forgot. sorry if this isn’t very understandable i just wrote as I thought of things- basically. reapers my beloved . I’m begging for lore please . soma my king I hope you’re okay. when will Ronald come back PLEASE he’s been gone since like campania 😭

BRO ROOMMATE ANON REVEAL!! i hope you dont mind me still using the roommate anon tag,,

agnis death def threw me off. i wasnt expecting yana to kill him off, especially after having him around for so long. that whole scene was very surprising. and yes i agree with you!! hes probably the most wholesome character in black butler next to some others like the phantomhive servants and soma.

i actually quite liked the school arc(and a lot of people in the fandom would agree w me)! but i get how you wouldnt. i personally was only mostly focusing since i just wanted to get back to grelle T^T.

i didnt really like emerald witch at first. i was mad when it had the honor of being the 100th chapter. but its grown on me since(n yeah those scenes were weird..).

i LOOOOVEEE SASCHA!!!!!! THEYRE SO CUTEEEEE X33333 they remind me of my best friend since they both have that same cheery vibe. like little guy is just making the best out of their afterlie and havin some genuine fun. i fw it. grelles outfit was also sooo hot in that chapter gaw dayum. i want a piece of that reaper PLEASE

you can call the return of the school guys the boy band arc. it was weird but i really enjoyed it.

i find it funny how everyone automatically says that othello is trans. one look at the silly science man provokes the Feeling.

trust me man, everyone wants more reaper lore. i am clawing at yanas feet and begging her to tell me what in the ever living fuck happened to grelle in her time as a human. WHAT THE FUCK KINDA LIVES DID THEY LIVE. WHAT DROVE THEM TO SUICIDE.

i understood everything you wrote, dw!! :3 im hoping soma is ok as well </3

[racingliners]

F1 Re-Watch 2013: Round 1 - Australia

Well, given how the past few days have gone, I thought I’d have to sideline my next full-season re-watch, but for the moment here we are!

Long story short, I had way more fun than I expected watching the 2022 season back. So I decided I wanted to watch another season in full (only one with much more personal enjoyment value) so I put up a poll and 2013 won. 

Which is very fitting, as 2013 was the year I got back into watching F1, but a little more story time on that when we get to Spain and Canada.

While I watched all of the races from the second half of the season, I think I only watched 3 or 4 races from the first half in full. So a lot of these races I will have never seen before, including Aus (the irony of calling this a re-watch is not lost on me). So much rambling aside, let’s jump on in!

I forgot to add that the first three races will be out of sequence as I watched Malaysia in honour of Multi-21 day back in March

ugh the old F1 intro. Such a core memory, I miss her

fun fact I still try to make the final ‘neow’ sound in time with the intro because autism brain

“Will it be Sebastian Vettel with his fourth [title] in a row?” Yes Crofty. Yes it will.

oh it was cloudy in Melbourne on race day with a slim chance of rain. damn.

Now for the re-watch we’re still going to have starting grid whiplash but instead of “what do you mean X is starting in 12th?!” it’s going to be “Oh my god remember when Adrian Sutil was team mates with Paul di Resta?!”

(I realise this now makes me somewhat of an elder in the fandom and... well it’s too late in the evening my time to be mulling over shit like that)

anyway remember when Jenson was still driving?! 😭😭😭

this was also Lewis’ first race with Mercedes which knowing what we know now about all the success they’ve had makes me so incredibly emo

ANYWAY: Starting grid. and back in my day they started with the front row and went backwards.

RBR 1-2, Lewis P3. Jenson P10. (how tf does Raikkonen win this from P7?????)

DAN AND JEV MY BELOVEDS!!!!!!

ah, the man, the myth, the icon. Pastor Maldonado lines up in 17th

ahhhh cut to Lewis and the Merc crew, you can just about see Bono as well. To think this was just one year before the regs change and the beginning of Merc’s domination of the hybrid era and them becoming utter legends. WILD.

[Formation Lap]: Sorry I ramble a lot when I’m excited but ANYWAY the cars are moving now.

also rip Hulkenberg, his car went poof going to the grid so he didn’t make the start.

Bono and Simon Rennie reporting a chance of rain which... idk if I need that at twenty to eleven at night. (also WOW the quality of radio we have on the TV feed now is so good compared to ten years ago)

the whiplash of seeing Stefano Domenicali in the Ferrari garage as TP. Same ringleader different circus.

[Start/Lap 1]: and away we goooooooo

Seb with a good start, Massa with an even better start and just mugged Webber off the line. Alonso also went from P5 to P3, so Lewis is down a spot

damn Webber went from 2nd to 7th. ouch.

Lewis v Raikkonen for P4.

[Lap 2]: Rosberg watching behind with popcorn

Jenson in 9th... 2013 was the start of McLaren’s current woes and it was a painful year as a Jenson fan 

meanwhile, Raikkonen passes Lewis for P4. the Lotus is zoomy.

[Lap 3]: Man it does feel so strange seeing all the old team names (for any newbies, a lot of the teams on the grid now were teams from the 2013 grid rebranded. That’s why Alpine sometimes get called Team Enstone and Aston Martin Team Silverstone bc they got rebranded so much but the personnel mostly stayed the same).

but anyway a clean first few laps, on the first race of a new season, with a tiny bit of racing???? besties we did not know how good we had it.

Seb just zooming off into the distance. He didn’t win in Aus, but still the story of 2013.

“How long will these super soft tyres last?” it’s been ten years, and yet we still hate on Pirelli. oh my.

[Lap 4]: heh. remember when Perez was a McLaren driver that one time?? (spoiler alert it didn’t end well)

Not Fernando nearly crashing into Lewis at the start bc they were both trying to avoid a very slow Mark. FELLAS.

and Jenson is the first car to stop, supers for mediums.

[Lap 5]: ahem TEEEEEED!!!!!

oh wow he thinks the go-to strategy for the race is a 3 stop. a 3 stop.

It’s been 84 years.

One stop races used to be impressive bc of making the tyres last. but now they’re the norm and quite boring.

[Lap 6]: anyway replays of Dan racing van der Garde (Caterham). Midfield spice!!!

[Lap 7]: The Ferrari’s are both catching Seb. Seb’s tyres are also looking very unhealthy.

and in he pits for his first stop.

[Lap 8]: Massa is still ahead of Alonso. my eye is twitching.

nvm Massa pits to give Fernando the lead.

That’s what, three race leaders in 8 laps???

[Lap 9]: oooh Seb jumped Massa at his first stop. nice.

“Have Ferrari made a mistake with not covering Sebastian Vettel?” ...have Ferrari EVER had a functioning strategy department????

oh wow Raikkonen chasing down Alonso... it really is the 2010s. They even follow each other into the pits.

and they maintain their positions coming out of the pits, just further down the grid.

[Lap 10]: Lewis in the lead!!! (I know, he still needs to stop)

[Lap 11]: Merc 1-2. to think in 2013 that was a rarity 🤣

“Weather wise there are pretty dark clouds coming towards us” I’m in danger

[Lap 12]: Helmet watch: Seb has a super pretty cobalt blue design which I love.

[Lap 13]: “Raikkonen the fastest man on track at the moment” F1 2010s intensifies

Meanwhile the Mercs are still yet to stop while everyone else’s tyres have crumbled

ayyyy Merc engineers and Bono sighting.

[Lap 14]: and Lewis finally pits for mediums

ah yes, 2013 aka try to tell the Merc driver apart by their different shades of yellow helmet. (Nico’s was a brighter yellow, Lewis’ a more sunflower yellow, fyi)

[Lap 15]: And Rosberg pits, giving the lead of the race to... Adrian Sutil. Breathe it in folks.

“evidence there of McLaren’s lack of pace” for comparison, Jenson and McLaren won in Australia the year prior. They were very average for the two seasons before the dreaded Honda years.

[Lap 16]: Anyway I’m just trying to soak up a Force India leading the race. Go get it Team Silverstone.

The main reason why he’s still leading is because he started on the mediums as he qualified outside the top ten (2013 was also way back when you had to start on the tyre you set your Q3 lap on if you were in the top 10)

[Lap 17]: Ticking off my “wow it’s strange seeing Fernando in a Ferrari” comment

[Lap 19]: Obligatory livery watch comment: I miss it when the RBR livery was a glossy metallic sheeny blue 😭

[Lap 20]: Adrian Sutil is still in the lead

THE SCENES

the remaining top ten is Seb, Massa, Alonso, Raikkonen, Lewis, Rosberg, Jenson, di Resta and Vergne

ah. so they think that Sutil holding up the front runners helps Merc in trying to pull off a two stop.

[Lap 21]: Alonso makes his second stop, onto another set of mediums

(this was also way back when we had just two dry compounds of tyre per race instead of the three we have now)

[Lap 22]: Sutil finally makes his first stop, and Seb makes his second.

And Sutil stays ahead of Seb, and they come out behind the Ferraris.

Fun fact, Bradley Joyce of ‘BRAAAAAAAD’ fame, who is now head engineer at Aston, was Sutil’s race engineer.

ROB SMEDLEY!!! Oh I really am showing my age.

[Lap 23]: Looks like Ferrari are trying the two-stop with Massa.

Woot, Seb passes Sutil for P6!

Just to hammer home how bad a race Webber is having, he just passed Perez for 10th.

[Lap 24]: Ah, Ferrari pitted Massa. so much for the two stop.

and this is how Raikkonen gets the lead from starting P7.

[Lap 25]: Oh god. Seb closing up to Fernando.

and cut to “Rain Expected” on the Force India pit wall. I was having a great time and now I’m being ATTACKED.

Ah, Maldonado is beached in the gravel at turn 1. No VSC as that didn’t exist yet, so just waved yellows

[Lap 27]: Rosberg pulls off to the side of the track, Merc went poof

cut to a perplexed Ross Brawn and even more perplexed Merc engineers

[Lap 28]: also also the sky looks DARK 😶

and now the weather, with Simon Rennie

(potential light drops of rain at turn 13)

[Lap 29]: There’s raindrops on Massa’s t-cam

*distressed yelling*

it is indeed, ever so slightly raining. OH BOY.

[Lap 30]: I didn’t even realise that Lewis was in P2 with all the pitstop shuffles. but Alonso is very quickly catching him.

[Lap 31]: and they’re now properly battling. 2010s F1 intensifies.

but oh it’s good to watch though.

oh my god Lewis locked up braking for the corner but still stayed ahead. KING SHIT.

I mean Also did get past in the very next corner. But still, iconique.

[Lap 32]: and he comes in at the end of the lap for another stop which I’ve very much lost count at this point.

[Lap 33]: Both Force Indias are in the top 10???? Team Silverstone intensifies

In weather news I think it’s stopped raining?? so nowhere near enough rain for anyone to think about inters.

[Lap 34]: Ah, Lotus have remembered to pit Raikkonen. I want to say that’s his second stop but I’ve truly no idea at this point.

[Lap 35]: “My tyres are not going to last 23 laps at this rate” Gonna call that the og ‘Bono my tyres are gone’ for the memes.

[Lap 37]: In what I’m now calling Sutil watch: He’s in P3. P3!!!!

we’re way past midfield spice and in full on midfield elation territory.

[Lap 38]: Seb makes his final pit stop. Another set of mediums, and he’s behind Lewis in 5th

“It [Red Bull’s race] could all change when we get to Malaysia next week” nervous laughter

[Lap 39]: So, Alonso in the lead, Sutil P2, Raikkonen P3. Not the top 3 I expected to by typing out. I’m pretty sure that Force India finish off the podium but yeah, still very wild.

[Lap 40]: And Alonso makes his final stop, he comes out behind Raikkonen.

and Seb passes Lewis for P4.

Sutil still has to stop bc he needs to run the super softs.

Massa racing Lewis and it lasted all of two seconds bc of Lewis’ 2-stop strategy.

[Lap 41]: And Dan DNFs with a mechanical fault. He has the worst luck at Albert Park I swear

[Lap 42]: Webber chasing down Di Resta for 8th.

Ooooh and a nice move under braking going into turn 9

[Lap 43]: and Lewis switches over to a 3 stop. He comes out in 6th.

And Raikkonen takes the lead off Sutil, while Alonso is chasing both of them down nearly hand over fist.

[Lap 45]: “Miserable place that is” Ted not rating RBR very highly on his tour of the garages sfhauefh

oh not Sutil getting shown a blue flag when Alonso is racing him for position 😭😭😭😭

[Lap 46]: nvm Alonso passed him anyway, but still, the disrespect

FIA you can and will meet my fists 

[Lap 47]: And Sutil finally pits for the super soft tyres. That was genuinely such a good drive, we love the midfield winning

I’m not going to comment on Crofty’s “papal conclave” stats dive because otherwise I will cry laughing and it’s twenty to one in the morning.

[Lap 48]: them cutting to Martin Whitmarsh on the pitwall when McLaren are 9th and 12th, I would simply pretend there was a bad connection because OUCH

[Lap 49]: Anyway, Alonso is 7.8 seconds behind Raikkonen

And Lewis is catching is old buddy Sutil, 1.6 second gap

oh god MORE RAIN

This race really has had almost everything. whew.

the Aus GP, 100% that bitch.

oh not Brundle detailing the fallout of Lewis’ and Sutil’s friendship live on air WHAT

[Lap 51]: ANYWAY, Lewis is within DRS range, and Webber is pretty close behind them both.

oof Lewis just stormed past. And Webber gets by a few corners later.

and cut to Sutil’s tyres that already look awful wear wise

I’m shaking my fist at the sky and insulting Pirelli

[Lap 53]: Raikkonen still with a solid 7 second lead over Alonso.

[Lap 54]: 5 laps remaining klaxon

[Lap 55]: gap between Raikkonen and Alonso down to 6 seconds.

and replay of Fernando nearly spearing into a Caterham 😶

[Lap 58]: Final lap! And thanks to Brundle I just realised there hasn’t been a safety car at all this race, which for Melbourne is wild.

[Finish]: And Raikkonen wins! Alonso P2, Seb P3.

Massa, Lewis, Webber, Sutil, di Resta, Jenson and Romain Grosjean round out the Top 10.

Well! That was certainly more eventful than I expected, mainly due to trying and failing to keep track of all the pitstops. But we did get some nice splashes of racing, especially in the midfield. And more than expected whiplash of “OH!!! It’s that person!!!”. I will hopefully get used to the 2013 grid again after a few races 😅

But overall, a pretty decent race. As mentioned at the start of the post, I’ve already watched Malaysia, so the next race will be China, and then we’ll be in sync with the 2013 calendar!

[andsheloved]

propriety

pairing ~ sherlock holmes x f!reader

word count ~ 4.9k

summary ~ sherlock was sure his heart stopped when he saw you lying in the hospital bed, all because of him. he has to take care of you. he has to. so who cares if the only way he can be in the room with you is to tell them he’s your husband. certainly not him. absolutely not.

warnings ~ vague descriptions of wounds and injury, mention of blood, mild violence, hospital descriptions, super mild language, mention of passing out and almost-unconsciousness, THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED!!!! kind of?? (finally, literally always wanted to write it), sherlock goes feral, mention of crimes (murder, burglary, kidnapping, just sherlock things), probably incorrect depictions of technology (phones) for the time period (but shh its for the vibes), sherlock is YEARNING (and so am i)

a/n ~ ‘whoah madeline hold on you’ve been writing so much lately’ alright i know, i’ve just felt a random burst of inspiration + plus working on some requests has very much helped with some writers block i had been dealing with a little bit ago, but here's another bit of sherlock fluff! anyways i hope you all enjoy!! mwauh!!

Sherlock had never believed in what many called ‘near-death experiences.’ Moments in which one watched all of their life experiences flash before their eyes as they drifted in and out of consciousness.

But he was certain his heart stopped when he saw you.

Your shoulders were slumped as you hobbled over to him, limping just the slightest as you trailed your hand on a nearby wall to keep your balance. Despite your obvious pain, you held his gaze with a soft smile, still trying to keep up your appearances no matter the fact you were very clearly injured.

Sherlock gasped your name, surging forward as you stumbled over your own feet, threatening to fall before he caught you, carefully adjusting you upright. “We need to find John” He murmured, his words almost coming out slurred at the fast pace he spoke them.

“No, no I’ll be fine” You sputtered, your voice hushed.

If he wasn’t so panicked, maybe he would have paused for a moment to wonder how you had grown to care for him so much, so much so, you would lie about your own state as to not worry him any more than he already was.

Your almost-silent wince broke him from his thoughts though, and his heart broke at the sight of your always so lively eyes slowly being filled with the beginnings of tears. He began to call out for his friend as the two of you emerged from the alley you had initially been injured in. Sherlock was only met with concerned and shocked mumbles from the crowd, and frighteningly, not a single one of them came from John. He felt the spaces between his breaths become shorter as he tried to compose himself. He frantically searched the crowd, continuing to firmly place his hand on your lower back to keep you steady.

He swallowed thickly at his next thought, “We must get you to a hospital.”

He heard your quiet grumble of protest, though you did nothing to change his course as he carefully guided you through the crowd in the direction of the hospital.

Sherlock’s mind was clouded with pacing thoughts, scolding himself for even bringing you with him on something he could have easily handled himself. She could have been killed. He found his eyes had screwed shut at the thought, as if trying to push the idea entirely from his mind.

“Sherlock” You softly whispered, and he almost got whiplash at the speed at which he turned to you. There was an ever more pained expression on your face now, “Could we um, slow down… Please?”

“Of course, I’m sorry” He mumbled, a twinge of embarrassment in his tone, he was almost ashamed of himself at how he could have so quickly forgotten that you were still indeed injured and probably wouldn’t be able to simply sprint to the hospital as he was in his concerned state.

He should have left you at home.

That was all his mind kept repeating as the two men emerged from the shadowy corners of the alley.

When he turned to you, he saw how your eyes flickered to him, the slightest bit of worry written on your features, though you didn’t scutter behind him, you held your place, readying yourself as your lips drew into a thin line when the men drew closer to you two.

From that moment on it was a blur, a mess of fists and rusty pipes and grunts that even Sherlock could barely keep track of.

And then he heard you.

The soft whimper that broke through the deep rumble had a feeling blooming in his chest that he couldn’t say if he had ever felt before, a growing, seething rage that seemed to take over his entire body.

His actions weren’t calculated, he didn’t care, he knew it would be messy once he stepped away from this, but he didn’t care.

He wasn’t even sure if you were hurt, you may have just made a startled sound from the shock of being cornered, but it didn’t matter, you shouldn’t have even been in this situation in the first place.

He had to protect you.

When the men finally lay on the ground, breaths steady and eyes closed, he raised an eyebrow as he viewed his work, an appreciative hum escaping his lips.

But then he turned to see you, “Are you alright-”

And the words were lost on his tongue.

“She’s hurt. I need a doctor, now.” His voice boomed around the entryway as the nurse staff only stared back at him at first, he swallowed before continuing, his eyes quickly darting to your drooping frame, you were still holding your side, doing your best to cover the blooming crimson liquid that was now staining your gown. He knew that if he looked at you any longer, his stern expression would surely crumble, and his resolve turn to dust.

“Please” He begged, his eyes furrowing as he looked to the women for any sympathy.

That was all it took for the nurses to begin scuttering around him as he reluctantly let go of you, watching on in almost horror as they assisted you onto a nearby stretcher.

Another woman suddenly appeared before him, halting him from following after you. “I need some information from you” She almost sneered, tapping her pen impatiently on the clipboard she held.

“I’m sorry, I have to-”

“Are you her husband?” She asked, the question left Sherlock with wide eyes and even quicker than before beating heart.

“Excuse me?” He replied, doing his best in concealing the telling shake in his voice.

“Are you her husband? You can only join her if you are married or family. Which one is it?” She added nonchalantly.

Married or family? Sherlock wondered, why couldn’t friends visit? He grumbled internally as he weighed his options. Pretty much all members of the Holmes family were fairly publicly known, adding some unknown, long-lost family member to the family tree would surely raise suspicions of everyone in the hospital.

But Mrs. Holmes.

He was already seen as a private person by everyone in the press already, other than his cases and government brother, most of his life was lived in the privacy he found behind closed doors. So why would his marriage be any different? It would make sense, wouldn’t it? Surely no one would bat an eyelash at that.

“Yes,” He finally responded, his tone more confident now, “I’m her husband.”

The woman eyed him suspiciously, before mumbling a quick “Congratulations” and finally allowing him to pass.

Sherlock rushed into the sterile, white hallway, peeking into every open door to find where they had placed you. He silently muttered a curse under his breath at the woman who had stopped him earlier, if she hadn’t been so intrusive, he would have been with you by now.

He called your name as he swung himself into another room, his shoulders sagging in relief when he finally laid eyes on you.

There was a nurse standing beside your bed, quietly looking over your sleeping form before turning slowly to face him.

“Mr. Holmes-” She said, her face stoic as she walked closer to him.

“Is she alright?” He frantically interrupted, “Is she going to be alright?” Sherlock flinched away from her touch as she hesitantly pushed him into the hallway, gently closing the door behind her as Sherlock raised his gaze above the woman to look at you.

“She’s going to be fine” The woman sighed, obviously exasperated from dealing with concerned spouses and family members all day. “She just needs rest, we’ve patched her up just fine, it was really just a scratch-”

“May I see her?”

The nurse must have seen the pathetic desperation in his eyes as he spoke, and normally he would scowl himself for such outwards display of emotion, but if he were being honest with himself, he was scared, and the last thing on his mind was how he looked in the eyes of others right now.

‘It was really just a scratch’ He tried to keep repeating to himself as the woman’s words turned to thoughtless droning, ‘She’s going to be fine.’

But you shouldn’t have even been there in the first place.

“...Just needs to stay here for a few days”

What? “Stay here?” He sputtered

“Yes, Mr. Holmes, just to make sure she’s stable” The woman smiled

Sherlock supposed he should feel comforted, you’d be in a perfectly safe and sterile environment while you recovered.

But your books, He thought, they were back in the library, when you finally awakened, wouldn’t you want to read? Just to have something to pass the time?

“Is it possible for her to be...” He cleared his throat before continuing, his gaze now stuck to his shoes, “Released any sooner?”

The nurse turned her lips in a sad smile, he hated it, the unavoidable glare of her judgment, but he couldn’t bring himself to care all that much with the thought of you spending so many days and nights in confinement, alone.

“Unfortunately not, Mr. Holmes.”

“Then may I stay?” The words fell from his mouth before he could even give permission to them.

“Apologies-”

“May I stay? Please?”

She huffed in response, “Well yes, but visiting hours are over at-”

That was all he needed, immediately reaching his hand over the women’s shoulder to push the door open, not even leaving a moment of hesitation before shutting it behind him.

He sighed, finally taking in your sleeping form without any interruption.

You were so vulnerable, so fragile, he shook his head at his own actions, asking you to join him today, he scoffed, how could he have been so selfish?

You looked peaceful though, and that was all that mattered now, you were safe here, But Sherlock still despised the sight of you in these surroundings.

Though that was a problem for tomorrow.

Tonight, he would be content with simply watching over you, falling asleep to the steady sound of your breathing.

“When you phoned you said it would be an emergency” Mycroft sighed, drumming his fingers on the edge of your bed, “The nurses said would be perfectly fine in a few-”

“She must come home with us” Sherlock interrupted sharply, “This isn’t any place for her.” His eyes lingered on your still sleeping form, he would hate for you to wake up now, sterile, arid walls, in a bed with a paper-thin sheet draped over you.

You deserved better. You deserved to be in a familiar place.

“I’m sure they’re taking awfully good care of her here”

Sherlock hated the condescending tone his brother took with him, had he no heart? Mycroft looked upon you with an almost ice-cold glare, the idea that anyone could look at you with anything but warmth and affection bothered him to no end.

“Maybe they should take a look at you as well, hmm?” Mycroft added, “You look like shit.”

Sherlock grumbled to himself as he stood from the chair situated in the corner across from the bed to examine his reflection in the small mirror hung on the wall. Mycroft was right. His curls were tossed haphazardly against his forehead, the beginning of dark circles shadowed under the pinkish-red hue that now surrounded his iris’. He only offered an observant ‘hm’ in response.

“But seriously, what good do you think it would be for her to come home with us? She’ll be fine here, Sherlock, now-”

“I’ll stay here then,” Sherlock said assuredly, his lips now drawn into a thin line of determination as he spoke.

“Sherlock, that is absolutely unnecessary-”

“If you won’t allow her to come home with us, I’ll stay”

Mycroft huffed an exhausted sigh, his mouth opening and closing rapidly as he tried to think of a response.

“I hope you don’t mind if I request Enola to bring a few things by then? Just some books, maybe a journal for her as well…” He thought of all the other things you would enjoy having with you when you finally awoke, maybe he would even be able to send for someone to fetch some pastries from that small, street-corner bakery you loved so much.

Sherlock watched Mycroft’s face fall slightly as he seceded, “Alright then, I doubt I would have been able to stop you from putting yourself through this anyway” He muttered, gathering his hat and cane he had placed on the small table by your bedside, “I can assume you won’t be joining me for lunch then?”

Sherlock only shook his head with a soft smile as Mycroft turned and exited the room with a huff.

He made his way around your bed to the bedside table, turning the dial of the rotary before picking up the handset, “May I speak to Enola, please…”

On only the third day of your stay, it seemed that Sherlock had successfully brought the entire contents of the home library into the small room. So far, you had only awoken for small moments of time, always offering a delicate, faint smile to him before your eyes fluttered softly closed again as the nurses checked on you.

Regardless of whether you were awake or not though, he would still read to you. It was a silly thought really, thinking you would be able to comprehend or even hear any of the words that came out of his mouth, but he continued regardless.

Maybe it was better you couldn’t hear him at all, he was sure that his face would turn as red as the cross that adorned the aprons of the hospital staff if you happened to stir awake in those quiet moments when he closed his book, and simply just spoke to you.

He wondered what you dreamt of, or if you were even dreaming at all.

He smiled when he recalled his own dream that his mind had conjured last night when his eyelids finally became too heavy to open anymore, though he would never explain the exact contents aloud, and maybe he would forget the precise details in a few days, even then, he would still fondly remember that he dreamt of you.

“Sherlock?” Your soft voice broke his thoughts, your voice was still heavy with sleep, but he could tell you were now fully awake.

Your name fell like a sigh from his lips, he was careful not to make too much noise, even when the chair he sat in threatened to severely scuff the floors at the force at which he leapt from it.

“Are you alright?” He asked frantically “How are you feeling?”

You first chuckled in response, “Good…” You hummed, almost checking if your voice was still in working order after so many days out of use.

Sherlock watched you slowly raise your right arm, and though his urge to stop you from exerting any energy was immense, he just continued to watch you as you placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

He was certain he had turned into a puddle right then, an oozing mush of emotions just from your single touch.

“I feel fine, Sherlock” You added, smiling.

Sherlock felt a surge of relief flood through him at your words, you were fine. His smile seemed to grow uncontrollably as the words continued to repeat in his mind. “I’m happy to hear that” He sputtered, almost barely able to form a sentence through his grin.

“You look tired, is everything alright?” You instantly followed up, now beginning to trace comforting circles with your hand on his shoulder.

It never ceased to amaze him, the way you still withheld your kindness after the world had sometimes treated you less than compassionately. After joining Sherlock on various cases and witnessing the world’s cruelty firsthand, even after all that he told you about all of the murders and burglaries and kidnappings, you still kept your heart.

You were injured, lying in a hospital bed, yet your first full thought, once you awoke, was to ask after him.

He didn’t deserve you.

“Everything’s fine” He chuckled, “I’ve brought you some of your books...”

He then gestured to the messy stacks of novels and poetry books that surrounded your bed, and you looked around with wide eyes, your eyebrows furrowing, “Sherlock, you didn’t-”

“But I wanted to.” He interrupted, he knew you had a habit of refusing for help, deflecting any sort of help or offer that came your way, but he longed for you to know that he wanted to do this, maybe that guilty part of him felt that he needed to, all he was sure of, though, was above all else, you deserved this, after all your kindness, he thought, it was the very least he could do.

Sherlock could see in your eyes how you wanted to argue, say how all of this fuss was unnecessary, that you would be perfectly contempt with just his company, and though he wouldn’t mind you saying that, he could tell by the sigh that slipped past your lips, you were too weary to contest.

“Have you slept at all?”

He so wished he could lie to you, but all of his previous attempts at that proved pointless when you seemed to be the only one who could read him just as well as he could others.

“Not very much, no”

He could see a flash of inquisition in your eyes as you thought for a moment, your mouth opening slightly with a hushed gasp of realization, “Have you… You haven’t stayed here all this time, have you?”

Sherlock could feel the surge of embarrassment he had anticipated when he thought of this exact scenario. He was certain at some point you would ask that, of course, you would be slightly confused as to why he was just sitting in your room, with stacks of books surrounding the both of you, but no amount of anticipation could prepare him for the flood of humiliation he felt at your question.

“Um…” There really was no use in lying to you, you had a way of always finding him out later on, one way or another. “Yes.”

Sherlock was sure being put on trial would be easier than admitting that to you, and he could do nothing to stop the blush that crawled onto his cheeks as he spoke.

You let out a soft hum, before finally responding, “You have to get some rest”

“I’m fine, really-”

“Sherlock” You raised your brows at him sternly, yet the tender smile you wore betrayed your tone.

He smiled in response, raising his arms in feigned surrender as he turned from you to sit once again in the chair he had spent so many restless nights in already.

“Sherlock?”

He turned to face you again instantly.

“You aren’t going home?” Your voice was laden with worry as you spoke

“Why would I be doing that?” Sherlock did his best in trying not to scoff affectionately at your question

“To sleep?” You sheepishly replied, “I’m perfectly fine here”

How could he explain to you, that even if you had no healing injuries, he still would seek every opportunity to be in the same room as you?

Propriety be damned.

He quickly snatched a book from the top of one of the many stacks around the room, handing it to you, “I wouldn’t want you to be alone if anyone came in to check on you”

“Sherlock, I promise-” You cut yourself off, your eyebrows furrowing as you looked at him, eyes once again filled with too much concern for Sherlock’s liking as you studied his features. “I promise, I’m fine. Now go, get some sleep in your own bed instead of that chair” You laughed, placing the book on your bedside table.

He knew you were simply being considerate, he would probably say the exact same thing to you if he were in your position, though he couldn’t help but let out a quietly frustrated grumble at your stubbornness, a trait he both admired and abhorred all at once.

“No.” He replied simply, crossing his arms over his chest as he huffed.

You chuckled lightly, suddenly lifting yourself from the bed with a groan, Sherlock found himself bounding once again to your side before you lifted a hand to stop him, he froze, like a trained puppy to your silent command, and you smiled softly, continuing to shift yourself all the way to the left side of your bed. “If you aren’t going home to sleep in your bed, then I am not letting you sleep in that chair again.”

And though Sherlock was standing still before, now he felt frozen, absolutely petrified in his place as he thought over your words. You certainly weren’t proposing what he thought you were, right?

But then you gently tapped the left side of the bed.

Sherlock couldn’t discern if his face had flushed from embarrassment or excitement, but either way, he felt the familiar warmth of mortification wash over him at his realization.

Yet, despite his own conflicting feelings, he knew he couldn’t deny you.

Even on any other day, in a place which wasn’t a hospital, on an afternoon where you weren’t injured, he was certain he wouldn’t be able to resist you either.

“Okay” Was all he managed to sputter as he slowly sat on the edge of the bed, bit by bit lowering himself onto the mattress until his large frame entirely covered the once empty side. He sat up straight, staring straight out into the room, not daring to make any sort of contact, eye contact or otherwise, with you as he settled.

He could feel your gaze on him though, your lips parting for a moment, he could tell how you were about to argue that he get actually comfortable, but after a moment, you just sighed, leaning your head back against the pillows.

“Goodnight” He could hear you mumble under your breath.

“Goodnight.”

The room was warm. It had been ever since your arrival, but as his eyes blinked open groggily as he slowly awoke, it felt too warm.

He felt a gentle weight on his chest just as the rest of his body became conscious, a blanket, perhaps? He was suddenly struck with panic at the thought of one of the staff coming in to change your sheets and seeing the two of you in this state, and in an instant, he was completely awake.

His eyes shot entirely open as he looked down on himself, and he couldn’t stop the shocked gasp that spilled from his lips.

Your arm was draped gently over his torso, hand barely wrapping around his waist while your head lay on the edge of his chest, rising and falling slightly with his breathing.

Sherlock had to actively regulate his breath, for if he didn’t, he feared that his franticness would wake you.

He screwed his eyes shut for a moment as he thought, you couldn’t have done this on purpose. This was just your unconscious need for physical touch during this stressful time for you. That was all this was.

Though as much as he tried to rationalize the situation, he still found his own mind wandering to less analytical places.

Like if you had done this on purpose.

He wondered what it would feel like to have you wrapped around him while you were still awake, talking to him about your day and asking questions about his, your fingers tracing those senseless patterns on his chest as you both laughed about something Enola had said at dinner.

Sherlock was never one for fantasies, but this was one delusion he couldn’t help but indulge.

You had a way of doing that to him.

You made it easy to dream.

To think of a life beyond all of the chaos of his current life was something he didn’t often ponder, but in moments when you quietly strolled into the library or parlor with a book, gently flipping through pages or sipping your tea, you made the large estate feel like home.

Maybe it wasn’t the house that felt like that, even when you simply walked beside him at the market, those same feelings, without fail, always seemed to stir within him.

Maybe you were his home.

“G’morning” You sighed, shifting yourself against his chest.

Sherlock was shocked at the sight, even when you gently slipped into your own consciousness, you didn’t pull away from him, grumbling a distraught apology for your actions. You just stayed as you were.

He stumbled on his own words, “G- Good morning”, he almost winced from his own lack of suavity.

Sherlock’s chest tightened as he heard your muffled laughter, “You’re cozy” You murmured, he looked down at you, seeing the faint smile that pulled the corners of your lips.

Was it the way you looked at him? Or the feeling of your weight pressed against him? Regardless, he instantly knew he could never live without this feeling again. “I love you.” The words seemed to force their way through his lips on their own accord, though Sherlock wasn’t sure he would be able to fight them from coming out regardless. He watched you for a moment, awaiting some sort of recoil or retch at his confession as you finally pulled yourself from him to sit up against the headboard.

Though your smile only grew, only a twinge of soft anxiety in your eyes, nothing like the tension that flickered in your gaze during your arrival to the hospital, it was a sort of childlike nervousness that made his heart beat even faster.

Before you could get a chance to reply, Sherlock continued, in fear that if he didn’t speak now, he would never be able to gather the nerve again to say them. “I think I always have.” He paused for a moment to collect his thoughts, “When I saw you…” He swallowed, cringing at his own mental image of you in the alley that day, “I couldn’t- I just couldn’t stop myself from thinking of what would happen if you hadn’t-” He found he couldn’t even continue, his heart almost shattering at the very notion of your absence. “I couldn’t bear the thought. And seeing you here, I’ve had time to think, how much you do truly mean to me, I know I don’t often show it, but, I love you. I have from that very moment we’d been introduced, and from every greeting afterward, I’ve loved you, and I find that I never want to stop saying hello to you.” He shyly lifted his gaze to your own again, seeing that same softly joyful, wide-eyed expression from before, “I don’t think I could only ever go back to what we were after this… I’d rather spend the rest of my nights in that horrid chair than sleep without you again.” He laughed, and just as sudden as his first confession, a new question forced all air from his lungs, “Would you marry me?”

There was a moment of silence as he stared at you, a gentle grin still on your face. He was sure he looked absolutely pathetic, his hair a mess from sleep, his eyes almost brimming with tears with the weight of his confession, but he didn’t care, he would beg on his knees in front of you if it meant you would only just give him a chance.

“Sherlock,” You sighed, your eyes lighting with a particular glimmer he had never seen before, “I’ve always loved you, I don’t think I’ve ever not loved you” You laughed, “Even when it took you this long to realize it”

He felt his shoulders drop as he let out a sigh of relief at your words, instantly surging forward to take your hand in his. “You needn’t answer now” He rushed, becoming aware how early it must have been now, he internally cursed himself for not waiting until you had entirely wakened, “I know-”

“Of course” You interrupted, “Yes, Mr. Holmes” You chuckled, “I will marry you.”

Sherlock tried to ignore the quiet sniffle that came from you, he was sure his heart would burst if he witnessed any tears coming from you.

You continued, “It would be my honor.”

“No,” Sherlock replied, “I would be mine”

It was at that moment when he finally realized how close you two were, your faces only inches from each other.

The door wasn’t locked, he thought, anyone could come in.

But what did it matter anyway, to them, you were already Mrs. Holmes.

And so he kissed you. He wasn’t even sure when he had begun imagining it, but your lips were just as soft as he had always dreamed of. His hand found its way to your cheek, his thumb wiping the stray tear that fell as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. His heart surged when he felt your one hand grip onto his vest, pulling him impossibly closer against you.

Once he reluctantly pulled away, he found himself at a loss for words, but he didn’t mind, any words worth being said had now already been spoken.

A sharp knock on the door had you both breathlessly turning, quickly adjusting yourselves and your clothing as to not raise any questions.

“Mrs. Holmes?” A woman questioned as she opened the door, her eyes almost immediately falling to the floor, obviously flustered by the state of the two of you.

You turned quickly back to him, a soft, confused look in your eyes, your head tilted in question at the woman’s title for you.

But all he could do was smile lovingly at you, almost entranced at the sound of your new, soon-to-be surname. Sometime in the future, maybe he would explain it all to you, after all, he had all the time in the world with you now.

A single chuckle left your lips as you turned again to face the woman, and for the second time that morning, the words fell from your lips.

“Yes”

oh my goodness, me wants, me wants so badly. i didn't think i'd be writing another piece for sherlock, but here we are, yearning again!! i want to thank and shoutout my lovely may,@uncle-kenobi, for your endless headcanons and inspiration for sherlock yearning hours (which is always) and i hope you all enjoyed this one!! and please let me know what you think!! as always, likes, comments, and reblogs are always always appreciated!! i hope you are all doing so very well today/tonight!! mwauh!!

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[yummycastiel]

it'll pass (part 2)- Tommy Shelby imagine

READ PART 1 HERE, READ PART 3 HERE

-in which Tommy tries to approach the reader after he found out she was in love with him, but she's avoiding him at all costs.

Author's note: So, long story short if I concluded this story in part 2 it would've been wayyy too long so I'm in the process of making the final part!!! didn't even mean to drag this out LOL so anyone excited for the last part let me know! I appreciate all the love and I hope you enjoy this one :) if you'd like me to tag you, plz ask!

edited by: @kissys-n-kiwis

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Tommy didn’t often feel at a loss for words. In his line of business, he wouldn’t allow himself to be. He needed to be in control at all times, and yet Y/N had stripped him of all sense of control he had felt in his life. He knew that hiring her was going to be a mistake the second he laid eyes on her. Tommy cursed himself for not turning her away but he couldn’t say no to Y/N, not then, and certainly not now.

Polly had wagged her finger at him as if he were a child. ‘’Don’t you go sniffing around that girl, now, you understand, Tommy? Not after Lizzie. Not after everything.’’ He could still hear her shrill warning scratching at his ears..

‘’I’m not a teenager Polly,’’ He had sighed, feigning indifference ‘’I have no interest in sniffing around.’’

And he did his best not to. At first he tried pushing her away, keeping her at a distance. He purposely got her name wrong, kept the talking to a minimum, and even went so far as to ignore her. However Y/N had made it impossible to keep the act up. She always gave him a smile every morning, always did everything before he asked and more. She stayed late in the night to keep him company when his desk was overflowing with work to do. When they talked about everything and nothing he felt like he was someone else, someone good. She brought him baked goods every morning and made him laugh with her wonderful sense of humor. He didn’t even remember the last time someone had made him laugh. Soon enough Tommy developed a soft spot for her but kept it to himself as best he could, although he knew others would be able to tell. Everyone but Y/N. She remained blissfully unaware, much to Tommy’s relief. He had a voice in the back of his head screaming at him to stop, to look away from her as she danced around the office when she thought no one was watching, to not smile when she sang to herself when she was in a good mood.

Tommy was a selfish man, but he knew that he would be no good for her. This was the first time Tommy Shelby was not going to get what he wanted. He told himself everyday that Y/N could never be happy with an old, broken man like him. An old, broken man who put all those who were close to him in danger. Y/N was the sun and he was a dark storm that destroyed everything in his path, and yet Tommy found himself falling in love anyway. The type of love that made him okay with just watching her from afar, as long as she was safe.

So when Tommy-fucking-Shelby heard Y/N say that she loved him, he didn’t know whether to break something or kiss her like his life depended on it. ‘’This poor, stupid girl’’  he had thought to himself. Of course he decided to keep calm, something he was an expert at. But now he was standing in his office alone, feeling whiplash because from how quick Y/N had stopped him from speaking.

‘’It will pass.’’ She had said. He didn’t want it to pass. Tommy had wanted to grab her and tell her that she was stupid for falling in love with him but that he was stupid too. Instead he let her walk away, the shock seeping into his bones as if he hadn’t fully processed it yet.

Throughout the rest of the day Y/N had done her absolute best to avoid him. The office was busier than usual and even though Tommy tried to speak to her, she found a way to squirrel her way out of it, basically turning tail and running for her life from him. He should let her, but Tommy was stubborn. He had been speaking to Isiah in the hall when suddenly out of the corner of his eye he saw Y/N walk past. She had seen him too, and she paused for a second, her face turning bright red. She eyed him apprehensively before shying away from him. Tommy didn’t even notice he had stopped mid-conversation to look at her until Isiah asked him if everything was alright. It wasn’t.

‘’You’ll have to excuse me.’’ He said to Isiah, stepping forward to approach Y/N, but as quickly as she appeared she turned to leave. Her legs briskly put distance between the two. Tommy felt his heart drop, but as always, he hid his disappointment well. Why was she running from him? Was she so frightened of him? Couldn’t she see how badly he wanted to just talk to her? Had she no idea how much he cared?

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Y/N wanted to die. She wanted to pretend she was sick and go home, anything to avoid Tommy and the looks he was giving her. She knew he was trying to talk to her but she did not want to deal with his rejection at the moment. Y/N felt as though she wouldn’t be able to handle it right now. She had already embarrassed herself enough today. Hers was just another heart that Tommy needed to break.

The day ended and Y/N had successfully avoided Thomas Shelby the entire time. It was sort of impressive, really, but she knew she couldn’t hide forever. She knew she had to stand there while Tommy told her that he was very sorry but she meant nothing to him in that calm, deep voice of his.

Usually Tommy would offer to drive her home, since he would joke that the streets at night weren’t safe for a girl like her, but this time Y/N wanted to duck out of the office alone and asked Polly to cover for her.

‘’What’s going on with Tommy today?’’ The matriarch of the Shelby clan had questioned before Y/N left, ‘’He’s been distracted all day, walking around with his head in the clouds.’’

‘’Fuck if I know.’’ She murmured, pretending to not care. Polly gave her a look, as if she really did know. Of course she did.

The walk home was lonely without Tommy to talk to, but Y/N pushed the feeling away, telling herself it was for the best. She cozied up on the couch and watched the rain fall from her window, feeling defeated and exhausted. She thought of what the next day would bring and she dreaded having to face Tommy. She worried so much that her stomach began to ache. She considered quitting. No one would notice, after all. Tommy himself would probably be grateful that she had saved him the time of shooting her down.

Y/N took a deep breath and took a sip from the tea she was cradling in her hands. Thunder rolled in the distance. She loved this weather. It was the only thing that could relax her, other than Tommy. The thought of his name now only made her stomach twist into knots.

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Tommy felt sick. His mind whirled with thoughts and worries, not of his business, which he should be focusing on, but of Y/N. He had been debating about whether he should wait until the next day to finally corner her and confront her about what had transpired with Lizzie, but in a move that surprised even him, he found himself throwing his black coat on and wandering out into the rain. He didn’t even bother to have a driver take him or to drive himself, he just let his feet carry him down the streets. All he was certain of was that he wanted to see Y/N. He needed to see her.

As if no time had passed, Tommy found himself standing in front of Y/N’s door. He was drenched to the bone but he barely even noticed as the rain dripped down his face. He usually would have planned what he was going to say. Whenever he spoke, he spoke with purpose and clarity, and yet in this moment his mind was empty, completely unprepared for what to say.

Tommy realized that he’d never stepped foot inside Y/N’s flat, as if it was a boundary that he promised himself he would not cross. He turned his blue eyes up at the window, seeing a faint light shining through the rain and he took a deep breath, and he felt afraid for some unknown reason. Tendrils of doubt snaked their way into his brain as he began to regret his decision. Y/N had let him know loud and clear that she did not want to speak to him. She had run from him, avoided him at all costs and what if she hated him now for bothering her all day?

Finally, Tommy approached the door and raised his hand to knock but he stopped himself. These feelings of doubt and worry about a woman were so foreign to him he wanted to kick himself.

‘’Ah, fuck,’’ He whispered to the dark, ‘’What has she done to me?’’

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[thotsforvillainrights]

How do u think Skeptic, Trumpet or Overhaul would react when they learn their s/o is pregnant & it was unplanned? Especially if their s/o didn’t even tell them first and they learnt about it indirectly- do u think they would handle it well or terribly 🤔

(OOOOO I smell a tiny bit of drama maybe? A touch of fluff somewhere perhaps?? Anyway, this one is pretty specific so I’m sorry to the readers that might not be able to apply themselves. Much love!!!)

~Skeptic/Trumpet/Kai and the Unplanned Pregnancy~

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~Skeptic~

-Near heart stopping moment for him I would think. Finding out he’s suddenly going to be thrust into fatherhood when just a month ago he was basically team “fuck them kids” is a crazy situation indeed. I think if he finds out indirectly (likely through Curious accidentally dropping the ball to him) then he’ll stay quiet about it. He wants to wait and observe to see how long you’re going to wait before you tell him yourself. Meanwhile he’s already going through a million different emotions and reading two dozen articles to prepare himself for parenthood on the chance you decide to keep the kid. He’s researching to make sure finances are in order. He debating/calculating the time period best suited for taking parental leave at work. He’s searching the best schools in the area, the safest products needed for babies and toddlers. I think by the time you fess up to him about the pregnancy that he’s already come to terms about being a parent. He doesn’t choose it (and I doubt he ever would have) but he won’t run from it either. He cares a great deal for you and has made up his mind long ago that he wants to stay with you until the end of his days. If a child comes into the equation then he’ll take the necessary steps toward building this kind of future with you. I feel like he doesn’t feel connected to the child throughout the entire pregnancy. Its like a weird feeling of watching something happen but not feeling apart of it. He knows logically this is his child as well but something emotionally isn’t clicking in him just yet. He only feels connected to you. Give him some time and things will be alright. When the baby is born and he gets to them then everything will fall into place. He’ll be tethered to the child and suddenly all his doubts are diminished. 

Verdict: Didn’t choose the dad life, the dad life chose him. Not upset about you hiding it. Too focused of preparation to be upset lol

~Trumpet~

-I headcanon him as dramatic, over the top, and maybe even emotional when it comes to a relationship. He probably finds out through Curious by accident (let’s be honest, she’d spill it). The first thing he’ll feel is shock and confusion. Then he’ll think maybe it was a joke. Afterwards he probably ends up crying a little bit behind closed doors. He’s been there for you from the very moment you two got together. Has all this time not meant anything to you. Do you not trust him enough to tell him such important information directly. Are you scared of him now? Do you hate him? Are you planning on secretly leaving him alone or something!? Okay now the panic sets in. Suddenly the door opens and he whips his head around so quickly that he feels like he might’ve gotten whiplash. You’re acting normal with him. You notice his tears but he lies it off smoothly. “Yeah I’m drunk.”...Okay maybe not so smoothly. Anyway, you both go to bed. Actually just you because he’s up tossing and turning all night thinking about what the hell to do. The next morning is when you finally decide to sit him down and talk to him about it. He sighs in relief as if a huge weight was lifted from his shoulders. “So you aren’t gonna leave me?” You tilt your head and stare at him in confusion. “No? What makes you think that? I would’ve thought it would be the other way around eh? Think about it...the scandal of the century for the politician, right?” You joked with him and he shook his head. “What scandal? We’re married. Having a family is gonna give me great representation you know. Anyway, I couldn’t leave you unless I died. You know that.” He smiled warmly at you before kissing your cheek and then moving to kiss your tummy. He was unsure of the idea of kids in the past but the idea of settling down is overwhelming to him at his age. He fully welcomes being a father with open arms. 

Verdict: Shaken up by the fact you would hide it from him. Pushes his feelings aside at the thought of being a dad. Very happy and maybe a little nervous.

~Overhaul~

Overhears you telling Pops about it first. He wastes no time in entering the tea room and confronting you. His face is so serious and it’s nearly impossible to tell his emotion from his monotone voice. You thought he was upset. You thought maybe he would cast you out. It was surprising when he wrapped his arms around you and whispered a ‘thank you’ into your ear. There was nothing more confusing to both you and Pops than Kai in this moment. This was not a man that wanted children. If anything, he despised the idea of them running loudly around the house with filthy sticky disease ridden fingers, gripping and grabbing onto whatever they could touch. Don’t even get him started with the idea of changing diapers of taking care of a sick brat. He hated it...HATED it. But of course (by the power of love or some shit) he’d changed his tune at the revelation that you were pregnant. “It’s different if it’s my kid. This is a piece of me and Y/N and the future heir to the Hassaikai throne.” He tells everyone. He takes crazy care of you, barely letting you do anything on your own. He stock piles baby stuff which you have to tell him to take back since he keeps buying out the shelves and taking from new parents that may need this stuff too. (probably the reason for the formula shortage tbh) Don’t even get me started about the cleaning the house. He does more nesting than you do! This is the first time you’d seen him throw away his reservations about cleaning up filth. He was on his knees in the bathroom scrubbing behind the toilet. If you think he’s bad now then just wait until after the kid is born. Talk about protective!!!

Verdict: Hypocrite. Hates kids...just not his kid. No time to hide it from him since he jumps right into the convo